The sound of the door shutting and locking the door behind them was the creepiest thing they had ever experienced. The warehouse was pitch black; or at least it was in there area; and they had only one way to go: in.

Dean touched his shoulder where the tracker was. The second he touched it, a zap of electricity went through him.

'Damn! That hurt!' he complained. 'We need to get this off, or we're sitting ducks.'

Sam took a breath and grabbed at the dot, electricity sparking through his body, trying desperately to pull it off.

'Dean, it aint coming off,' he gasped. 'It's stuck permanently.'

Using his teeth, Dean dug into the material of his shirt, and slowly, it began to tear. When a hole appeared he continued ripping the arm, until the piece the tracker was on was completely ripped off. He dropped it to the floor.

'Let's do this,' he muttered, and began walking into the maze, dragging Sam along with him. He followed the path until they came to their first choice: left or right. Dean immediately went left, Sam went right, and well, the rest is history.

'Ah Sam! Good one!' complained Dean. 'God, look, you made my wrist bleed!'

'Oh shut up Dean,' moaned Sam. 'we have to think about this, or we're dead. We're supposed to be trained hunters!'

'Well, it's kinda different when you're the hunted,' snapped Dean. 'We're going left.'

Thirty seconds later the boys came back to the intersection and headed right.

'I told you so!' taunted Sam.

'Shut up. Keep walking.'

They continued to weave their way through; some parts were lit dimly, others were pitch black. It was in one of these areas that Dean tripped.

'Dude, watch your feet!' said Sam.

'I can't help it; there's was string or something…' he paused, straining his ears, listening for sound. 'Get against the wall Sam!' yelled Dean. They pressed themselves flat just as a large hatchet flew past them. It hung off string, and swung back and forward, till it finally came to a rest.

'Shit,' croaked Sam. He reached up and yanked the hatchet off the string. 'Could come in handy.'

They continued on, being more careful where they stepped. Suddenly a loud siren went off.

'Shit, we must've triggered something!' said Dean.

Gunshot behind them confirmed that Allanah had found them. They bolted immediately, somehow choosing the same direction as the other. They hoped and prayed they were going the right way, when a dead end hit them. They skidded to a halt, prepared to run the other way, but there was Allanah, blocking their way.

They both gasped at the sight of the no longer petite woman in the dimly lit area. She smiled menacingly, teeth sharp and pointy, almost like fangs, yet smaller. She had more muscle than Dean and Sam put together, her veins popping out of her skin, looking very much a monster.

'Look what your blood does,' she whispered. 'I've got all your skills now, all your muscle, all your brains. I've got everything.'

Her eyes were jet black, and they were looking menacingly at them.

'The best part, is I can go from this, back to normal, whenever I feel like it.'

'Look, I don't want to burst your bubble or anything,' said Dean. 'But we don't care! If your gunna kill us just do it already!'

It took him a second to realize that he had placed himself in front of Sam, and a sawing noise could be heard from behind him.

'It's not you I want, it's Sam,' she said. 'Stop that now Sam, it wont get you anywhere.' A loud clatter came as Sam dropped the hatchet, and Allanah lunged at them, pushing them with all her might against the wall.

Underestimating her own strength, she pushed them straight through the wooden wall, and they were immediately up and running when they realized what had happened.

'Talk about luck!' panted Sam, looking back as a loud roar of anger erupted.

'I second that!' yelled Dean, happiness in his voice. 'There's the door!'

They could hear Allanah pounding up behind them, getting so close…so close…

But they were still running strong, and soon they were pushing through the door, smelling the fresh night air, and running into the woods.

'This isn't over!' a voice bellowed behind them. 'I guarantee it!'