Chapter 4
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The slow dragging finally stopped much to Sam's relief, his cut back was in agony and his pulled arms were burning. "Look dear, we're finally home," the old woman told Sam and helped the boy stand.
Sam strained against her as she pulled him into the dilapidated cabin that was overgrown with ivy and weeds. With a strength belying her apparent age the woman roughly pushed Sam into a rotten wooden chair and tied his hands to the rungs behind him.
Sam glared at her, "What do you want?" He demanded.
The woman smiled softly at Sam in what she must have believed to be reassuring but was actually rather creepy. "I just want your help Sam," she told him and walked to the opposite end of the cabin.
"Help you? I don't think so, not after you kidnapped me. My father and brother will come for me," Sam asserted.
"Come for you? No, I don't believe they will. My werewolf will have taken care of them by now," the woman replied, not even bothering to look at him.
"Your werewolf?" Sam asked, curious now.
The creature made a sound, "That's right, darling. I found him just last year, he's been doing such a good job of catching the products for my spells."
Sam was confused. What was this woman? Why would a werewolf be helping it? His thoughts were interrupted when the creature buckled over suddenly, coughing harshly. After the fit was over, the creature looked up at Sam, blood dribbling down its chin and smiled.
"Don't worry about this Sam. Now that your here I'm going to be much better," she assured him. She started walking towards Sam again, dragging behind her a cooler that was almost the identical twin of the one Sam had eaten his sandwich from the night before.
The creature ignored Sam as it built a fire in the decrepit fireplace and added various herbs and powders to the flames, which changed colour to a soft purple.
The creature waited for a moment before it plunged it hand into the fire and scooped up a pile of ash. She spat a large glob of bloody saliva into the ash and mixed them together before she approached Sam, her blind eyes never moving from his face. "Don't move now, dearest. I wouldn't want to ruin a symbol," she told Sam and started drawing on his cheeks with the bloody – saliva ash.
Sam held his breath against the putrid smell of the ash she was using to decorate him with. She opened his button-up shirt and starting drawing on his chest and stomach with the ash. When she was done, she stepped back and looked like she was inspecting her handy – work. With a nod, she walked back to the cooler and opened the lid, clapping her hands with unrestrained excitement.
"Sam, my love, you are going to give me such youth! Oh I feel like it's been a century since I last had such a handsome young man help me. With you, I am going to be able to enjoy at least forty years without sickness!" She told him and reached inside the cooler, pulling out a pair of lungs.
~SPN~
Dean was so anxious to get to his brother that he could barely control himself. He constantly looked at his father with desperation. John was not much better than his son, but he was at least able to hide it better.
And unlike Dean, he was prepared to sacrifice a little more time to check out any clues he found along the path that might be a clue to what they were going to be facing. Already he had found a dead stag with its throat ripped out and its eyes missing. Again, he decided this was another of the werewolf's weird appetite.
But when he found a lean - to and a pole with a short rope attached not twenty feet from the dead stag John was no longer certain that the werewolf alone was to blame. John cautiously approached the lean - to and studied the tracks. He could identify a large amount of what were surely a man's shoeless footprints. Next were the same man's footprints, only this time with long claw marks at the toes and John knew this was the werewolf they had killed earlier. There was a third set of prints however, a print he had come to know very well – a set of shoed prints, something that could have belonged to a child or a small old woman.
Whatever they belonged to, John knew it had taken Sam.
A/N:
1) Thanks AlElizabeth for editing (bitch ;))
2) Sorry for the cliffy with Sam!
3) How exciting is this guys: Supernatural was ranked #8 for most stories submitted in a fandom! :D
