So this chapter is very, very short, but it just seemed like a good end of chapter so I stopped here anyway.

N°24, here he was then. It was a little house, one of the last in the street, made of wood painted in extremely light blue, with a garden that could have been nice if not for the half wilted flowers and overgrown grass. Dean nonchalantly walked towards the door and pressed the old fashioned doorbell. Not a sound was made, the damn thing must have been broken. He knocked on the door, no response. He waited five minutes. Still nothing. "Ma'am I'm just here to ask you some questions." It was as effective as talking to a fence. This was not normal; Cherry had said the woman always was at home, if she was not responding…

He rammed the door open, gun ready to shoot.

He was met with exactly…nothing. Dean relaxed a little, the chance that something would come and throw itself at him becoming unlikelier with the second. The click of a gun being loaded, quickly followed by cold hard metal being pressed on the back of his head once more demonstrated the accuracy of his deductive skills.

oOo

It was huge, ash black, standing on two feet, razor sharp teeth and claws someone would never want to find their way to their body and it was standing directly behind Cherry. Sam made a spasmodic movement, instinctively reaching for his gun and in a split of a second he was ready to take the thing down.

"Sam?" the faintly shaky voice of Cherry asked. He wasted no time; he unloaded his gun on the creature, sending Cherry hide under the table.

Already tried to kill an elephant with a toothpick? Well if you have, you know exactly how much effect the bullets had on that thing.

The monster was still there and now slowly walking towards him seemingly passing through Cherry's frozen form as she stared at him with mouth gaping. Sam frenetically stumbled backwards searching for more shotgun shells, ramming them into his weapon. As he was about to unload his gun for the second time Cherry grabbed his hands and forcefully bended them down.

"Sam! Listen to me!" But he couldn't, the creature was getting closer and closer, just a few steps away. He tried to break free of Cherry's inhumanly strong grip. "You said it yourself! It's in your HEAD!"

As the last word echoed through his mind he finally looked down at her, twines of yellow now decorated Cherry's green eyes. What..? How..? From the beginning? And that was all the creature needed. It slashed Sam across his chest, making an end to every thought except two: pain and run. He hadn't finished screaming as a surge of adrenaline made him jerk on his feet, free from Cherry's hands.

He ran, he ran as fast as he could, out of the motel, into the car, onto the way. Have to find Dean have to find Dean have to find Dean. Sam looked into the engine's mirror and his breath caught: the creature was on all fours, chasing him. He slammed the gas pedal down but as he made sharp turn on sharp turn his panicked brain didn't noticed that nobody was paying attention at the creature: no screams no shocked faces, they were oblivious. It escaped him, like many things did.

As to sanction Sam's neglectfulness the car suddenly made a stuttering sound, wheels stopping just before touching the start of the bridge. "Nonononononononono, god please!" Sam whispered under his breath, but God had never really been a listener of prayers, and it certainly wasn't going to change today. Sam struggled out of the car, cradling his chest with one arm, blood seeping through his fingers. He could never outrun a thing like that… but logic tended to fade away when in panic, leaving only one clear message: get the hell out of here. The outline of the ashen creature appearing on the horizon,sharpened his will to cross the bridge as fast as his injured body let him but as soon as he looked ahead of him hope faltered to nothing. On the other side of the bridge, the eyes of another similar creature stalked every one of his movements.

No exists, gonna die here, no help coming, lost already, maybe better this way, deserve it, THINK! The railing was the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground as the two monstrosities once more approached slowly.

That's where Samuel Winchester, the oh so cherished brother of Dean Winchester, left the building jumping off the bridge into the ice cold stream like three others before him.