Sam and Dean had been going back and forth on their walkie-talkies while they pretended to clean things up behind the carnival guests, and Sam thought to himself that next time he went anywhere he was going to be more considerate about whatever mess he and his siblings might leave behind. Not that he normally wasn't pretty good, but...
Suddenly, he felt a buzzing on his left hip pocket, and picked up the phone.
"Alex?"
But, she wasn't answering, all he could hear was screaming...
"Dean!" he said into the walkie-talkie. "We gotta find her, fast!" he said, and raced off.
When Sam got to her, she was hyperventilating, and there was a strange looking miniature Yorkie in front of her, laying on it's back, looking pitiful.
"Alex?" Sam asked, taking her by the arms and assessing her.
"I... I didn't mean to!" she blurted, and Dean came running up about this time.
"What happened? You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"I really, really didn't mean to..." she said in a panicked, teary tone.
Dean swallowed hard. "Alex... you're gonna have to tell us what the hell you're talking about." he said in an overly patient tone.
Alex lifted up her sleeves, showing them the hand print bruises on her forearms.
"This guy... he grabbed me." she said, still trying to get her breathing under control. "But, then... when I started to fight back... he..."
"He what?" Sam asked, tone a little high.
"Turned into that." Alex said, gesturing.
Sam knit his brows, and Dean frowned.
"Honey, maybe you were just scared and he ran off? Were your eyes closed?" Dean asked.
"No! My eyes weren't closed!" Alex yelled.
"Easy, easy..." Dean sighed.
"It's like what happened with Buck!"
"Buck?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, Bobby's dog." she nodded. "I was sitting on the couch petting him and he turned into a goat."
"A... goat..." Sam repeated in a disbelieving tone.
"Ask Bobby! He was there!" Alex insisted. "He even saw him shake it off and turn back into the dog! And, then stuff was floating when we went outside, but it quit. Bobby said he was gonna figure it out."
"Bobby didn't say nothin' to us." Dean said. "Come to think of it, neither did you."
"You were in a coma when it happened." Alex said softly. "Next morning, you were awake and Dad was... well... A lot's happened in the past 6 days, Dean. I thought it was something connected to Bobby's house, not... me."
Suddenly, the Yorkie pup started shaking itself off, and in its place was a grown man sitting on all fours, sporting a black eye. Sam and Dean looked at it in absolute shock before it ran off.
Dean looked down at her as if unsure how to handle this, but Sam put a hand on top of her head.
"Dean... do you think... Yellow Eyes?"
Dean shook his head. "I... I dunno... wrong age." Dean said doubtfully.
"Then, what else could it be? Another demon?"
"Maybe it's not even her! Maybe it's something messing with her! Something I can gank..."
Sam sighed.
"My visions aren't something 'messing' with me." Sam said quietly.
"Technically, Sammy... yeah, they are." Dean said. "Something that I plan to gank as soon as I find it."