"Eight ball, corner pocket."
Dean leaned over the chipped pool table at the Davy Allens' Inn. He licked his thin lips and stared down the ebony ball as Sam looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The stick in Dean's hand had once belonged to their father, and had won him many a game against plenty of bad guys. The gold tip shown brightly in the fluorescent lighting.
"Yeah, and the Bengal's are gonna win the Super Bowl next year!" Sam scoffed.
"If you think you can psych me out, you are sadly mistaken Sammy."
Dean pulled the cue back. The tip smacked the over used cue ball with a loud crack. It sailed toward the black and white ball. Hitting the right edge slightly, the eight ball teetered into the tits. Once, twice, three times, then fell. Dean slammed a hand down on the wooden table.
"Well little brother, looks like you're paying for dinner after all."
"Twice in one day, I swear you are cheating."
Dean began to take the pool cue apart. "Oh unenlightened one, pool is a game of skill, of wisdom, of chance."
"Of bleeding your little brother dry of his hard earned money."
"That to." Dean flashed his award winning smile, and Sam punched him playfully in the shoulder.
It walks in the night, looking for a victim. A shell, nothing more. The eyes look, but never really see. It must pass on what is inside, a darkness, an evil so vial. A man stands by a doorway, unassuming. It spies this man, knowing it has found the perfect vessel to give its poison to. The man steps from the doorway, and stops as he sees the other. He drops the bottle from which he was drinking and screams.
It moves toward the man, a smile on its face. The face, the face is normal, but the eyes say it all. They are black as coal, and empty. The man backs against the building, reaches for a weapon and finds a 2x4. He raises it above his head, and then drops it onto the other's. It drops with only one hit.
The man stands there with his eyes closed, thankful it is all over. Then a strange feeling comes over him. It is the feeling of something invading his body, something otherworldly. He hits his knees, and then the world goes black.
When he comes to, the street looks not as it had before. The colors are gone, and now all is black. The man now has an urge to kill, a strong urge. He sees a young prostitute walking in his direction. It begins tonight!