Sam had just finished recording the dog whistle on to a micro recorder when she first stirred. Raven had slept like a log so far. As a matter of fact, she hadn't even rolled over. But the blood curdling scream that was coming from her mouth was the end of the peaceful rest.

He leapt toward the bed and gently shook her, trying desperately to end the mournful sounds coming from what sounded like hell. She opened her eyes and stared through Sam, still moaning low in her throat. He shook her again and this time not so gently. She blinked at Sam, trying to focus.

"Sam… there was so much blood," she whispered, "… so much pain."

"Raven, what are you talking about, Honey?" he replied.

Her eyes cleared at the sound of his voice. She smiled up at him and rubbed his hand, "Hi. What did you say?"

Sam returned the smile and lightly prodded, "You were dreaming. You said there was a lot of blood and pain".

"I did?" she said with a questioning look on her face. She obviously has no memory of the dream.

Sam sighed, comforted and frustrated that she could not recall what had occurred. "It's ok. Probably nothing to worry about. How are you feeling?"

"A little better. I needed sleep. Is it time to leave?"

"Not quite yet. We have a little bit if you want to lie back down."

"Nah," she replied, "I feel pretty rested. Let's go over things. I want this to go without a hitch."

The drive back to the plant was quiet. Sam was trying hard to calm his mind and go over the plan again but his thoughts kept drifting back to Raven and what was going on. The dreams, nosebleeds, the passing out, headaches… it all had to be connected. Not to mention what he was feeling for her.

And what he was feeling for her was strong, stronger than anything he had ever felt. Everything in his body and soul was drawn towards her like gravity. He needed her, more than the craving for demon blood, more than air, and that scared him. But the more he contemplated things, the more he knew that it wasn't romantic love he was feeling, it was a compulsion. He didn't just want to be with her, he had to be.

She seemed to feel the same way. Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted the way she did after they kissed. Raven was no more in control than he was.

Sam glanced at her. She was lost in her own thoughts. Wishing he knew that those thoughts were, he took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Distraction could get both of them killed.

Raven had been staring out the window since they had left the motel, not even noticing the passing scenery. Things had gotten way too complicated very quickly. Her emotions were flowing unrestrained and it was terrifying. All her life she had stifled her feelings. Feelings were liabilities. They were the antithesis of logic and reason.

Now, she was nothing but a ball of emotion. She was fear, passion, confusion, angst, and sadness but most of all, she was helpless; helpless to stem the flow and regain her precious composure. But instead of drowning, she was treading water… because of Sam. She could feel his strength keeping her grounded and sane.

Then, out of nowhere, the maudlin thoughts dissipated and her focus sharpened. Taking advantage, she went over the plan in her head. There was no room for error here.

Fortunately, since the plant was shut down, security wasn't as tight as it had been on their first visit. All they had to do was show their ID at the gate and at the entrance, no escort was needed. Security was on patrol around the perimeter of the plant. Each round was taking approximately twenty minutes. If they timed this right, they could be in and out before security even knew what was going on.

Sam's first stop, the plant manager's office to set up the micro recorder along with a makeshift timer he had rigged, giving them ten minutes to get the trap in place. Raven was watching the perimeter and as soon as the guard was clear of the door they were going to use, she sprinted in and started painting the gremlin trap in goat's blood.

By the time Sam came out the door, the trap was painted and dry, and the buckets were full of holy water. Each of them had a fishing net on a pole, just in case any of the slippery little monsters got out of their grasp. They even took the precaution to wear gloves with rubber grips on the palm. Better to be safe than sorry and covered in gremlin slime.

As they were looking everything over, Sam's phone vibrated in his hand, indicating the dog whistle recording was about to start. Both readied themselves in a slight crouch, blowing a quick breath out of their mouths.

Three purple streaks came out the door and stopped suddenly, caught in the large triangular trap. Raven grabbed the closest customer, who promptly screamed in her face, and dunked him in the giant plastic tub next to her. It only struggled for a few seconds and went limp in her hands. As she pulled it out of the water, it conveniently disintegrated into ash.

"Wow, that's a lucky break," she thought to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam smile when his gremlin did the same thing. Maybe this was going to work out after all.

Sam had worked his way through ten gremlins, easily. He knew Raven was keeping pace and there were at least a dozen waiting in the trap with still more coming out the door. This was taking too long. The guard was due back any minute. His brain tossed around options as another squirming creature took the plunge. Much to his surprise, he saw Raven move out of his peripheral vision to his left. She crept quietly behind him and caught the security guard coming around the corner with a beautifully executed roundhouse kick to the jaw. The guy dropped like a stone and wasn't going to be moving anytime soon.

When Raven looked back at Sam, his mouth was hanging open. What was his deal? Had he never seen a flying roundhouse kick before? She ran back to her position and started grabbing gremlins again. This time she was grabbing them two at a time and trying to hold both under the water. She had bought them some time but not that much of it. Her plan was working until one of them bit her hand. She reflexively let go and the purple pain in the ass took off. She couldn't let go of the one in her other hand until it was dead.

"Sam! Behind you!" Raven whisper/screamed.

He turned to see a streak of color run behind him toward the fence. Grabbing for the fishing net, he swung twice before he nabbed the gremlin. Struggling against the net, Sam knelt on its stomach to keep it still and drowned it by pouring holy water from his flask down its throat. It disappeared, as the others had, and Sam returned to what appeared to be the last of the gremlins in the trap.

Raven noticed there were no more monsters coming out of the plant and only a handful left in the trap. They were almost done. She was out of breath and covered in purple goo.

"What a glamorous life I lead?" she contemplated while another gremlin tried to gnaw on her. That one died by going in feet first. Her finger was still bleeding from the first bite.

Sam grabbed the last one and plunged it into the slimy, ash tinged water. He was out of breath and sweating profusely but smiling, none the less. This was an interesting hunt to say the least. When the gremlin turned to ash, he looked at Raven and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Her chest was heaving and her t-shirt was covered in purple ooze. She stripped her gloves off and he saw the blood dripping off her hand.

Rushing to her side, he saw her wince.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," she answered. "One of the little bastards bit me."

Sam crinkled his brow and grabbed his bandana from his back pocket.

Wrapping her finger to stop the bleeding, he grimaced, "Let's get out of here. We need to find out if there are any effects from gremlin bites."

Raven hadn't considered that and nodded in return.