Sam Winchester pulled open the trunk to his older brother's Impala as Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition and headed over to help Sam.
"Alright Sammy, we get one shot with this thing or it'll just slip through our hands. We've got to catch it by surprise and we need something that packs one hell of a punch," he said, tossing a bag of smaller weapons aside.
"I know. I'm thinking lethal tazers," Sam replied, pulling out two weapons that looks almost like toy guns; almost.
For a moment Dean was hesitant, remembering his last encounter with one of those guns. It had ended him on a death bed and then in the hands of a Reaper. Not something he wanted to relive. Sam read the look on his brother's face and rolled his eyes despite his own hesitance. He didn't ever want to come that close to losing Dean again, but this demon had to be killed, no matter what it took. It would get them one step closer to their dad and one step closer to whatever thing it was that killed their mom and Jessica.
"Take it. You said it yourself, we only get one shot and we can't let it get away."
Dean grabbed the gun from his baby brother and stalked off toward the house. Sam had said the magic words. "Let it get away." Dean Winchester would never let one of those damned things get away.
"Let's go. Time's tickin' man," he said, sneaking into the door.
The brothers walked into the abandoned house and continued on to the kitchen. Whatever this thing was, it had an insatiable appetite, and when it couldn't get its hands on human flesh it went for the meat in the freezer. As they headed down the hallway Dean knew this wasn't going to work. One of them would have to attack, and the other would have to serve as a distraction. Oddly reminded of their experience with the Wendigos, Dean let his gun slide to the floor and sped off towards the kitchen.
"Dammit Dean!" Sam shout-whispered.
He knew that Dean was going on one of his whims. Never mind that his whims usually worked, they almost always got him severely hurt in the process. Heaving a sigh he decided to follow his brother's scheme, not that he had much of a choice.
In the kitchen Dean had managed to slip in unnoticed and we was watching the demon (tall, scaly, dark green…extraordinarily reptilian like) devour a pound of raw hamburger like there was no tomorrow. It stopped for a moment and let out a loud belch. The stench of it reached Dean and he moved a hand to cover his nose.
"Aw man," he whispered into his sleeve.
The demon heard it. Well, it was now or never. Now being the preferable choice.
"Hey, you gonna eat that all? 'Cuz I was really thinking about a barbeque later and well, I'll kind of need it," he said, hoping that Sam was close behind.
The demon spun around and sniffed the air in front of it. It had found a new target, a better target, a live target. The scaly thing lunged toward Dean and Dean stepped out of the way, but not soon enough. The demon gripped one clawed hand around its victim's shoulder. Dean let out a yelp of pain and fell backwards in shock. He had broken one of the top 5 rules of hunting. Don't get caught off guard. Within seconds Dean was on the floor and the reptile demon was deciding which limb to tear off first, having successfully pinned said Winchester to the ground.
"Sam!" Dean managed to choke out before the disgusting breath of the demon stole the air from his lungs. Where had his little brother run off to?
Sam had been lying low, waiting for his cue. Then, without warning, his head started pounding with pain and he was taken somewhere else. Taken to another place and time. There was a girl; she couldn't have been more than 7 years old. She had black hair pulled into curly pigtails and was hugging her teddy bear tight, pale blue eyes wide with fear.
"N-no please. G-good doggy, b-big doggy, s-sit doggy. Nooooo!" the little girl screamed and a huge, furry wolf-like creature pounced on the girl. One swift swipe at her neck and the girl was on the floor motionless, lifeless.
Sam snapped back to the dark, dusty house around him and tried to process what had happened in his most recent vision. However, as he concentrated on the twisted features and abnormality of the wolf-like creature and tried to match it with something in his dad's journal, a fearing yell filled his ears.
"Sam! Dammit, get in here!" Dean shouted.
Sam pushed himself up and sprinted into the kitchen, tazer at the ready. He arrived just as the reptile demon swiped a claw across Dean's face and Sam watched in horror as his brother's body went limp and his green eyes slid shut.
"Dean!" he shouted, and the demon's attention was momentarily snapped from its fresh meal. It trained its black eyes on Sam and looked at him with careful deliberation.
Sam aimed the tazer at the demon and poised his finger on the trigger, ready to shock this thing to the depths of Davey Jones' locker. However, something made him stop just a muscle twitch away from zapping it. It was the realization that the demon wouldn't be the only thing that he zapped. Reptile-dude was on Dean and that would mean major electrocution for his brother as well.
"Come on….you don't want him, look at him, he's weak," Sam said, figuring he could concern himself with the fact that he was trying to communicate with a demon later. All he knew was that he had to get that thing away from Dean and fast.
He back away, and to his surprise, the demon followed. As soon as the demon was a good 10 feet away from Dean, Sam pulled the trigger and watched the reptile demon shake with electricity before falling to the floor with a final twitch that gave way to lifelessness. Sam took only a moment of stillness before rushing over to Dean. He took the wrist of his elder and let out a breath of relief when the pulse he felt was sure and strong. He was only unconscious. Pulling Dean up and supporting his weight, Sam headed back down the hall and out the door. He carefully put Dean in the passenger seat and fished the keys out of his pocket. As the car zoomed off down the road, Sam's thoughts turned to his vision as he tried to make a little more sense of it.