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Sam and Dean looked at each other. Scared to death? That was strange. And right up their alley.
"Hmm," Dean said. He jerked his head to the side, indicating to his brother that he was to follow. Sam did as he was told. Unnoticed by any of the officers, they approached the scene.
"Hey, Dean. We should be careful. We don't want to risk contaiminating anything," Sam reminded in a whisper.
"No, duh," Dean responded. They walked up until they were only a few feet away and then stopped. Even from where they were, they could see the frightened looks on the group's faces.
"Aw, man. They're just kids," Dean said. One of the officers, followed by two paramedics, brought out one of the bodies. Sam and Dean looked the corpse over. Whatever had killed it had been nasty. The teen was completely covered in blood.
"Excuse me," Sam requested, and then ran off. What the---what's wrong with Sam? Dean wondered.
"Sam!" he called, going after him. The sound of retching reached his ears and he found his brother by the 1967 Chevy Impala.
"You better not be throwing up on my car," Dean chided. Then, as the younger brother finished, "You okay?"
"It was just a kid...so much blood," Sam said, wiping his mouth.
"Yeah, I know. It's pretty horrible," Dean agreed. Sam's eyes flashed.
"We gotta find this thing, Dean. We gotta find it and kill it," he declared.