"Hey Alex wake up we're here." Dean said. I looked up and saw worry all over his face. When I got out of the car instantly felt the same worry Dean showed. We where in a rundown country yard. There was an old mobile home that looked like it was falling apart straight ahead. A pig pen that had pigs clearly munching on human bones in it and then a horse pen that. Oh god she couldn't even look at it. She swallowed hard and grabbed her gun. She followed Dean and Sam up to a fence.
Sam went to hop the fence. "No don't touch it!" I yelled grabbing his arm. This kind of fence was very familiar to me. It was a barbwire fence that was rapped in a sort of electric fence. "It's eclectric and by the hum it sounds as if one touch could kill you." I explained.
He nodded. "The house than?" Dean asked walking towards it. I could tell we where all on edge. Something here was big enough and bad enough to take down Bobby Singer. That fact alone made us tremble in fear and in excitement. Dean creaked the metal door open. "Hello! Anyone home!" He called.
We didn't even bother with EMF or anything else. We already new from Bobby's message that humans where behind this. Strangly enough this made us even more uneasy. Mosters and ghosts had patterns did the same things, they are predictable. People on the other hand are very hard to predict.
I squeezed my eyes closed and held my breath. Trying not to show fear. I felt a strong hand on my shuoler and I looked up at Dean. I knew I would be safe with either of the Winchesters around.
We moved on from the living room and into the kitchen. I gagged and hid my face in the fur of Shadow. Two dead bodies sat gutted on the floor pooling in blood. Yes they where rotting and looking nasty but it was the smell that really got to me. Dean led us from the kitchen into one of the bedrooms. Thank God the worst thing in here was rotting food.
The place reeked of death and rotting food. I couldn't imagine someone living here. We walked back into the kitchen. "Maybe we should look around the yard for more clues?" Sam offered.
I nodded. "You and Dean can take the West side me and Shadow can take over by the road." I offered.
Dean frowned. "No way I'm leaving you alone in a place like this." He said sternly.
I sighed exsasperatingly "Shadow will protect me and I'm good with a gun not to mention I can climb a tree and shoot someone from up there if I have to." I offered.
Sam looked at Dean and nodded his head. I smiled and ran off towards the ominous looking road.
Though the whole place looked very creepy I thought it could've been beautiful once. I thought it looked almost like my old home. I shivered suppressing the memories of my family's death. I kept walking.
I passed an old Ford truck and decided to peek inside. I regretted it instantly. There was a boy about thirteen clutching a makeshift night made out of a stick. His eyes where glassed over in death and there where bite marks missing out of him.
The words. "He wouldn't join us." Where carved in the poor boys chest. I sat and stared at that scene for who knows how long when someone covered my mouth and grabbed me.
The next thing I new my vision went dark.