Disclaimer: As I have said the past five chapters, they are not mine, nor will they ever be. sniff

Notes: Sorry it took me so long to post. The plot bunnies avoided me. Even with my best attempts to lure them to me. I hope you like this chapter

Warnings: Ummmmm….. I can't think of any.

Getting Into Trouble

Chapter 6

"Well it looks like we're going to Lawrence tomorrow," he said as a knock sounded at the door.

Dean looked at the clock on the bedside table. The numbers showed that it was 11:40 PM.

"That must be the pizza," Dean said. "I called them about 40 minutes ago." Dean stood up and walked to the door, reaching in the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the door was slammed open. Dean stepped back just in time to avoid being clobbered. The door hit the wall with such force, the knob punched a hole in it. Before Dean had a chance to react, the creature standing in the doorway had one of its large clawed hands wrapped around his throat, immediately cutting off his air.

Sam was instantly alarmed when he heard Dean's choked off gasp. He scrambled off of his bed and desperately began groping for Dean while calling his name.

"Dean, DEAN what's going on?"

Sam's answer was another strangled gasp from his brother. Although Sam couldn't see it, the beast was seven feet tall and had roughly scaled dark green skin. Its teeth and claws were so black they almost looked blue and were sharp enough to cut through anything. The creature watched through narrowed eyes as Sam got closer to where it was standing with Dean who had finally succumbed to the lack of air and passed out. Suddenly, it lunged forward, swinging its arm, backhanding Sam across the head. The force of the blow threw Sam across the room, slamming him into the opposite wall, where he slid down into unconsciousness. The creature then slung Dean over its shoulder and walked out of the door and into the dark night.

Sam winced as the sun pierced his vision. It wasn't as if his head didn't hurt enough already, now he had to deal with going blind because of the friggin sun.

"Wait a minute, how can I go blind if I'm already blind?" Sam sat straight up and opened his eyes. "I can see! Holy Jesus, I can see!" His headache forgotten, Sam stood up and immediately fell over a chair. As it turned out, he could see, but it was limited sight. He could only see when there was light in his eyes. Other than that all he could see was grey and shadows.

Sam stood up, using the chair as leverage. He patted the table and the area around it looking for his walking cane. He remembered leaving it on the table the night before, but it wasn't there now.

"Dean, where's my cane?" The words were out of his mouth before he remembered that Dean was gone. Now remembering that Dean wasn't there to help him, Sam got down on his hands and knees and groped for the cane. He found it a good ten minutes later. It had rolled under the air conditioning unit behind the table. Sam extended the cane and tapped his way to his bed. He pulled his bag towards him and began rummaging through it trying to find his phone. He finally found it and flipped it open. For a moment he tried to remember which entry his father's number was, then, he remembered that it wasn't necessary. The day after he had gone blind, Dean had helped him program the voice call feature of his cell phone. All he had to do was say the name of the person he wanted to call, and the phone would dial the number by itself. He held the phone up to his ear and said "Dad." The phone automatically flashed John's number on it display screen. Sam pressed the send button and the phone started dialing. Sam waited anxiously as the phone rang, hoping that his father would answer. He didn't. The phone went to voicemail. When the phoned signaled for him to leave a message Sam started rambling,

"Dad, something was here last night. I think it was what we came to hunt. Dad, it...it took Dean. It hit me and knocked me out and when I finally came to I noticed that a little of my vision is back. I need to find Dean, but I can't do it alone. I need your help dad. Please come." Sam closed the phone and set it beside him. He practically jumped out of his skin when his cell rang a minute later.

"Dad?" has asked excitedly.

"No, honey, it's Missouri. Listen, I know what happened last night, and I know what it is you're dealing with. Your father got your message and is on his way believe it or not. You both are coming up here to see me. You father has some things to discuss with you and I have some information for you both. So, get your things together the best that you can, and I'll see you hopefully tonight, or tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay Missouri. Thanks for calling." Sam hung up. The majority of his things were still in his bag, so he didn't have much to find and pack up. When he was finished he sat on the edge of his bed to wait for his father.

I know...I know it's short, but I kinda hit a big brick wall called writer's block. I'll try to update soon. What do you guys think the thing was? Any guesses or suggestions? Do you think I should add more people into it? Let me know what you think. Please review! Thanks and Toodles!