I guess I should mention that the monster's description is "borrowed" from the Sheb Wooley classic "The Purple People Eater." And since I'm admitting to borrowing other people awesome ideas, I'll confess that Winchesters are being borrowed as well. But only I have combined the two! Enjoy chapter 2.

Even though he promised Sam he would find out about the monster, Dad doesn't say a thing about it for three whole days. Then he leaves, and is gone two nights hunting some ghosts in Nevada. Dean gets all bossy, like he always does when Dad's gone. Sam tries to be patient but he really wants to know about the monster.

"What if it's eating more people?" Sam asks his older brother that night.

Dean frowns. "What are you worried about it for anyway?" He keeps cutting up hotdogs to add to the Macaroni and Cheese he's making for dinner.

"We have to help people."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Dad has to help people. You have to shut up and get out the plates."

Sam scowls at his brother, but he gets out the plates out anyway.

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Dad finally comes home late that night. Lying in bed, Sam can hear Dad's low voice through the thin walls of the apartment, probably telling Dean about the hunt. Sam's supposed to be asleep, but he carefully climbs out of bed and presses an ear to the bedroom door to listen.

"All right Dean, you said hello, you go to bed," Dad is saying.

"Yes sir," Dean says. But then, "Hey, did you hear anything about Sam's monster?"

Sam holds his breath.

"I did, actually," Dad says. "Seems like he may be right."

"Wait, seriously?" Dean sounds surprised.

Dad laughs. "Yeah. A string of animal attacks in central New Mexico, nasty maulings. One kid witnessed his parent's death, told a funny story about a purple monster. But they're blaming it on a mountain lion that somehow managed to get inside the house."

"They always blame the poor mountain lions," says Dean. "It could be a werewolf, Wendigo, Jersey Devil, anything."

"Yeah." Dad pauses, like he's thinking something over. "We can go check it out this weekend, if you boys are up for it."

"Sam'll be psyched." Dean says.

"All right already, get to bed, it's eleven thirty and you have school tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Sam hears Dean's footsteps heading down the short hall and he scrambles back into his bed before Dean opens the door. He lies there pretending to sleep as Dean settles into his own bed in the dark.

"I know you're awake Sammy, you snoop."

Sam abandons pretense and sits up in bed, hugging his knees to his chest. "D'ya think we'll catch it?" he asks his brother.

"Sure, why not."

Sam rests his chin on his knees, imagining the hunt. He can picture the monster, taller than Dad, with a sharp unicorn-horn , one big eye that looks yellow like a cat's and wings like a hawk, or maybe like a bat. And covered in long purple fur, of course. "It's not a werewolf," he tells Dean. "It's a purple people eater."

"Yeah sure Sammy, whatever you say," Dean mumbles through a yawn.

Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky
It had the one long horn, one big eye
I commenced to shakin' and I said oo-wee
It looks like a purple people eater to me

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