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Sam swallowed noisely. He tried to throw the canine off, but it remained ontop of him. Sam grabbed a paw and tried to lift it up. The paw dropped. Then the dog's paws raked across his shoulder. Sam screamed in pain. The claws moved from the shoulder and onto his chest. Sam screamed again.

"HEY!" The dog looked up. Dean wasted in no time in firing. The dog disappeared momentarily. Sam panted and tried to get up, but the dog reappeared and started to attack again. There was another shot. This time, it disappeared for good.

"Sammy!" Dean cried, as he and Jessica ran up. Sam groaned as he started to sit up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, easy," Dean coached.

"Oh, man. I hate black dogs," Sam groaned.

"Yeah. That's why Mom and Dad didn't let us fight many of them," Dean stated.

"He's lost some blood here," Jessica noted.

"Oh, I've lost more than this before. But we should probably get some holy water on it," Sam groaned.

"Good idea," Dean agreed. "Come on. Let's get him up," he said. His brother and girlfriend helped him up.

"Okay, can you make it to the car?" Dean checked.

"You're really gonna let me in the Impala like this?" Sam queried.

"Well, as long as you don't bleed on it," Dean answered. Sam laughed painfully.

"Dude---chest," he reminded his brother.

"Sorry, Sammy," Dean apologized. He opened the back door of his car and gently eased his brother onto the back of the seat.

"Jess, I want you to open the trunk and grab a little clear bottle. It's got holy water. Oh, and grab a knife. Sammy's gonna need it," Dean stated, tossing the girl his keys. Jessica did as she was told and then came back with the bottle and a hunting knife.

"Here you go," Jessica said, handing them over.

"Thanks," Dean responded as he removed Sam's shirt.

"What do you need the knife for?" Jessica wondered.

"Somethin' to clamp down on. Holy water stings like the devil," Dean answered. He placed the knife in his brother's mouth. Then, he unscrewed the bottle and poured the holy water on his brother's chest. Sam groaned and gritted his teeth against the knife.

"Sorry, Sammy. I know this hurts," Dean apologized.

"I don't understand. Why is this stuff hurting him?" Jessica asked.

"Holy water drives out demons. Black dogs are part demon. By pouring the holy water on him, we lessen the chances of Sammy being infected," Dean answered, not stopping his cleansing process. Sam continued to groan. Finally, they were done. Sam pulled his shirt towards him.

"Sam, that's all ripped and bloody," Jessica reminded him.

"It's not ripped too badly and I can wash it at the next hotel," Sam replied. Then, "How's my bike?"

"It's doing okay. Not a scratch on it," Jessica assured. Sam blew out a relieved sigh.

"Thank God," he said.

"I've gotta say. I can see why you guys are so into this. It's kind of a rush," Jessica stated.

"Yeah. It's great, huh?" Sam grinned.

"But not great enough to totally blow off a law school interview that's basically your whole future on a plate," Jessica declared.

"Law school? Way to go, Sammy," Dean congratulated.

"Ah, it's no big deal. Just some stupid, unimoportant thing that would be huge if I didn't know what I knew," Sam dismissed.

"You know, you are completely different than any other guy I've ever met," Jessica declared.

"Well, I gave up on normal when I told my parents I was afraid of the thing in my closet and they gave me a .45," Sam stated.

"Yeah. You bagged a monster single-handedly at nine years old," Dean recalled with a grin.

"My first solo kill. It was great," Sam smiled.

"Okay, enough chick-flickiness. Let's just bail," Dean said. Sam and Jessica laughed. They walked back to their vehicles and Sam was relieved to find that his motorcycle was unscathed.

"Come on, Jess. We'll take you home," Sam said. They took off together, and even from his position behind the Impala, Sam could hear AC\DC blaring out of the speakers. Highway to hell? Well, as long as we don't end up there, Sam thought to himself. Presently, they were back in Palo Alto and back at Stanford. Sam sighed as he cut the engine and Jessica dismounted from the bike and took off her helmet.

"You sure you don't want to come with?" he queried.

"Sam, this was kinda neat, but...I don't think I could do this full time. It's just not me," Jess told him.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Just keep in touch with us," Jessica requested. He kissed her deeply and passionately. Dean averted his gaze and messed up the back of his hair with his hands. Then, the two parted and she walked back into the dorms. Then, Sam and Dean started out. Jessica walked down the hallway. She frowned, noticing the door was ajar. Sam's foot tapped nervously. They had to go back. There was---there was something wrong. He could just feel it. Sighing, he turned around. Noticing the movement, Dean did the same.

"Sammy, what is it?" he asked, coming along side him.

"We need to go back. There's something wrong," Sam stated.

"Yeah. All right," Dean agreed. They gunned their engines and headed back to Stanford. Back at the dorm, Jessica had just opened the door all the way only to see an empty apartment. Something fell on her hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion at the red dot. Another dot appeared on her hand and her eyes widened in horror as she realized it was blood. Wha---her gaze turned to the ceiling and her mouth dropped. Her twin sister, Rachel, was directly above her, stomach gutted!

"NO!" Jessica shrieked. A moment later, the room burst into flames! Just then, a man materialized in the apartment and she was thrown against a wall. Sam and Dean parked, only stopping long enough to grab shotguns, and then raced through the dorm room. Seeing the door ajar, they quickened their pace.

"Jess?" Sam called. Jessica felt something tearing her face and she cried out as she felt the stickiness.

"Jess!" she heard Sam yell. Then she heard the crashing of a door as it was smashed in. Dean raised his shotgun and fired. The man disappeared and Jessica ran to Sam.

"Rachel! She was on the ceiling!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Come on. We gotta get outta here," Sam said, urgently pulling Jessica towards the room. The man reappeared. As his eyes flashed yellow, Sam felt a burning sensation on his right wrist and he cried out in pain. Ignoring the torment, he steadied his weapon and fired. Once the demon was gone, Sam, Jessica, and Dean used the momentary lull to flee.

"Rachel. She was---she was on the ceiling," Jessica said as she was placed on the seat of the Impala.

"Your face. What did he do to your beautiful face?" Sam questioned, fingering the gash. Dean handed Sam a cloth covered in holy water, which he placed on his girlfriend's face.

"Ow," she whimpered.

"Sorry," he apologized. Once he was finished, Dean took the cloth.

"You okay?" the older man asked.

"Why---why did that man take Rachel?" Jessica wondered.

"He wasn't a man. He was a demon. And I don't know why he took your sister anymore than I know the reason he took our brother," Sam responded.

"What do you want to do now?" Dean asked gently.

"I want to find this thing again. I want to find it and figure out how to kill it," Jessica answered. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and then at Jessica.

"We got work to do," Sam declared. With that, Dean got into the Impala, and Sam and Jessica got on the bike. Then, they rode out of town.

THE END

WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT TIME

Next time on Trackers: Sam, Jessica, and Dean investigate when men mysteriously die after being drained of energy. Can they find out what's going on before it's too late? Find out next time on: Trackers.