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Sam's POV
I sat and waited for Dean to show up from the hospital. The hotel room was eerily quiet part of me enjoyed the lack of nagging my sister, Christina usually gave when she was stuck in a hotel room, but part of me felt empty inside. Even though we didn't know her for very long, being without our sister was torture.
I heard the familiar rumble of the Impala and the unmistakable heavy footsteps as he walked inside the hotel room looking extremely pissed off. "How is she?"
"She's going to be fine." His rubbed his face out of frustration as he sat at the table and pulled up my laptop. "Once I get the son of a bitch for hurting her and those kids."
"Dean what happened to Christy wasn't your fault."
"It is Sam." His eyes were huge now as he stared at me his eyes filling up with anger tears. It was strange to see him start to cry like that. "It was my fault everyone of those kids in there is sick. It's my fault Christy's sick and it's my fault we're here in the first place."
"What do you mean?" I asked looking confused.
"It attacked you in Fort Douglas. Dad was hunting it, I left you alone, it nearly got you. I had the shot and I could have ended it right then and there but I couldn't move." He slammed his fists on the table as he spoke. I had no idea he had that riding on his shoulders.
"But how are supposed to have killed it?"
"It's vulnerable when it feeds." Dean said scratching the back of his head. "But there's only one way we can get him to feed and...I hate myself for even thinking about it."
"What do we have to do?"
"We have to use the kid."
~S.W.~
"You're insane!" The manager's oldest, Micheal, screamed at us as Dean leaned up against the desk. "What kind of gay guys are you?" Luckily his mom wasn't there.
"First off, we're not gay, we're brothers." Dean spat. "Second you want to help your younger brother and all those kids that are sick?" Micheal hesitated before nodding. "Now I know this is a lot to take on. But I promise that nothing will happen to you." Micheal sighed before he slowly nodded.
"This will help my brother?" Dean nodded. "Then I'll do it."
End of Sam's POV
~S.W.~
Dean's POV
"Are you sure nothing will happen," Micheal asked me later that night as I made sure the night vision camera was set up and hidden.
"I'm positive." I said moving a couple of books so that if the good Dr. Hydecker made the house call, I was hoping that he would, he wouldn't see the camera. "This camera is hooked to my brainy brother's computer and so we'll see everything. Once it shows it ugly face we'll come in and you'll head to the floor next to your bed, and you stay there until my brother and I take care of everything."
"Okay." Micheal said staring at the window in his room. He pulled his blanket up to his chin, looking five years younger. I saw myself at his age in that bed looking scared.
I left the door slightly opened as I sat next to Sam staring at his computer screen. "Everything good?" He asked the audio wasn't hooked up, since audio isn't important and could cause feedback.
"He's ready." I said my green eyes narrow like a hunter I was born to be. My trusty pistol rested on my lap my hand resting on the handle. I was ready and this time I was going to finish the job.
"Still think this is a bad idea." Sam said shaking his head. I swallowed not bothering countering his thoughts. "This is going to change him."
"So," I said my eyes never leaving the screen. Every movement that changed sent my blood pressure up a few notches. "This is going to work." My eyes narrowed again when I saw something move across the window. "He's here." I saw Sam jump in his seat. But I placed a hand on his shoulder. We had to wait for the good Dr. Hydecker to start to open his mouth to attack, or else there was nothing we could do.
Micheal's face was twisted in fear even in the computer feed. I could feel my heart pound in my chest as I watched the window slide open and the black cloaked figure of Dr. Hydecker's true form slid inside. "Dean." Sam whispered. I shook my head placing a hand on his shoulder. Mostly to keep myself from making a foolish mistake of missing this opportunity, signing the death certificates of the kids and my sister.
"Now." I snarled right as the long lanky hand of the Striga was inches away from Micheal's face it's mouth opened and the bright white light shone. I kicked the door opened. "Micheal down!" I barked and Micheal didn't hesitate before rolling down onto the floor next to his bed and slid underneath while Sam and I raised our pistols our fingers on our triggers. Dr. Hydecker stood up his black cloak flapping around him as I started to unload my pistol. Three loud shots rang out hitting Dr. Hydecker right in the chest. But it didn't seem to slow him down at all.
"Dean watch out!" Sam's voice came from behind me as I felt myself trip over a blanket or something and landed on my face at the Striga's feet. The sound of more gun shots rang around me. I felt the black cloak brush my hand as I reached for my pistol, which was kicked away and I felt the pressure of something stepping on my outstretched hand. I let out a growl of pain. Until I felt the pressure leave. I snapped my head to the side when I heard Sam's grunts and the sound of somebody landing hard on the bed.
I tried to get up to my feet but the Striga send a foot into my stomach knocking me down to the floor. I was hearing the sharp intake of breath. I knew what was happening. The Striga was feeding off of Sam and I was stuck on the floor. Once again I tried to push myself up before I heard three more loud shots ring out through the room. The Striga let out a high pitched scream and I heard it land hard on the ground.
The light from the mouth vanished as it died. I jumped to my knees seeing Sam slightly dazed as he lay on Micheal's bed. Micheal stood next to him my pistol in his shaking hands. His eyes were wide. I gave a sight forced chuckle before slapping the bed and stood up on my feet. It was finally over.
End of Dean's POV
