Before this chapter starts, I just want to say thanks for the reviews, they're great.
Chapter 3
"Sam!" Dean's loud voice penetrated Sam's muddled thoughts and he jerked his head upright as his big brother struggled to pull the beast off him.
The animal suddenly turned and took a swipe at Dean, who jumped backwards. His feet got tangled in the sheets on the floor and he fell over; landing hard on his back with a muffled oof.
Slightly winded Dean looked up to see the animal bite ferociously into Sam's shoulder once again.
Claws were mercilessly tearing into his chest, and Sam could feel the blood flowing down from his wounds, dampening his struggling thighs through the blanket. As the animal tossed its head from side to side, tearing at the young man's flesh, he screamed out in agony, his whole body jerking with every tug the beast made.
Already feeling a little dizzy from the pain and loss of blood, Sam knew he didn't have long before unconsciousness took over the pain that was inevitably keeping him awake.
Yet still he struggled with the unknown creature, his uninjured arm the only self protection he had.
Dean rolled over on the floor and snatched up the rifle. Hearing Sam's screams were making him frantic, and as he stood up to face the animal, he realized that the gun would be useless. If he took a shot, he might hit Sam.
He threw the rifle down in frustration and one thought ran through his mind. The knife… He spun around and grabbed the blade from under his pillow before lunging at the beast.
In one swift movement he plunged the knife into the animal, a satisfying yelp reaching his ears.
Sam screamed out again as he felt his flesh tear somewhere around his underarm, the animal making one last desperate attempt to latch on before Dean wrestled it away.
Relief came when at last he felt the teeth leave his shoulder and the claws leave his chest. He gasped in the musty hotel room air, looking desperately over at where Dean was wrestling with the creature on the other bed. He could see his brother was loosing the fight; the animal snarling down upon him once again, claws slashing out viciously at Dean's chest and its teeth inches from Dean's nose despite the man holding it at arms length.
His jaw clenched in pain, Sam reached over the edge of the bed with his uninjured arm and grasped for the cool smoothness of his rifle. Without thinking of the pain that his next action was going to cause to him, he once again forced the butt of the gun up to his shoulder and took aim.
The shot echoed throughout the room, followed by a scream of pain from Sam as the rifle jolted in his grasp, jerking his whole upper body. He felt his already wounded left shoulder crack from the kick-back of the gun, and the pain was too much. Dropping the gun; he slid off the bed, his eyes closing as he floated off into a black unconsciousness.
TBC