CHAPTER 4
The Lavan place was located outside of town. The house was nice looking and had a swingset in the front yard. A police car was parked in the yard near it and in the driveway was a minivan. The Sheriff pulled up behind it and they saw the back window was shot out of the van. Both Dean and the Sheriff got out of the car, but the Sheriff signaled to Dean to stay back. The older man walked up to the back of the van and looked in it. Glass was strewn across the inside. Nothing else. He looked towards the house. "Dean, stay out side." He headed inside.
Dean looked at the van than turned each way to see what was around. To his left was the swing set, to the right a detached garage and behind him nothing but the road and corn. He turned back to the van and walked around it. With the exception of the broken window nothing else was wrong. Dean headed for the garage. Gun shots inside the house caused him to pause and head back to the sheriff's car. He yanked open the drivers door and poped the trunk. He slammed the door shut as he ran back towards the trunk and hoped there was another weapon in there. More shots rang out and he heard yelling. Dean pushed open the trunk and found what he wanted. A shotgun and box of rounds. He loaded the shotgun quickly and shoved extra shells into his pockets before he took off into the house. What he found was a blood bath. The living room was covered in blood. Dean brought the shotgun up and moved as the trained soldier he was towards the back of the house. He heard no more gun shots. That didn't mean the threat was passed though. He kept his guard up. He almost fired when the sheriff's deputy ran into the hall in front of him.
"Don't shoot!" The man yelled in a panic. Dean could see the multiple wounds on him, but couldn't tell what they were from.
Dean didn't lower the shotgun. "Where's the Sheriff?"
"It got him! We have to get out of here!" The man's eyes widened and he raised his own gun. Dean noticed the gun was aimed at something behind him and turned quickly. A black cloud filled everything that had been behind him. "It won't stop!" The man yelled just before he fired. Dean felt the first bullet just miss him and he dropped to the ground as more fired over him. The black mass charged at the Sheriff's deputy, moving over Dean. Something that felt like hands moved over the back of Dean's head, neck, back, ass, and the back of his legs as the mass moved over his body. He heard the Sheriff's deputy screaming and knew it got him. The black mass began to completely smother him and he felt soft hands touching his face. The mass touched his amulet that was pressed between his chest and the floor…
Just like how it came it was gone. No sign of the mass had been there was gone. The only remains that anything had ever happened at the house was Dean's naked, except for his amulet, unconceis body that laid on the floor.
