Chapter 3:
"Have you talked to Bobby at all?" Sam asked. This case was running him ragged. He was tired and just wanted to kill the damn whatever it was already. "Yeah. He said that there's a pattern. Every killing takes place within five blocks of each other." The younger hunter gazed at the town map he had pulled up on his laptop and examined it. "So get this, looks to me like they're camped out at.. Ha, of course, an abandoned warehouse." Dean laughed at his brother's comment. "You think they'd maybe figure out somewhere else to hunker down besides warehouses, cemeteries, and asylums.." The eldest Winchester replied.
"Wait, Dean, what are we even dealing with here?" Sam asked as he began to grow more and more irritated. "Demons, Sammy." Dean said as he set his beer bottle down with a clank. "You sure?" "Positive."
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The Winchesters arrived at the warehouse remarkably fast. (Small town, short drive.) They pulled out all the goodies. Holy Water, rock salt bullets, and a Bible. Sam kicked the door down and wondered, "Why do abandoned buildings have locks anyway?"
Then the smell hit both of their noses like a monsoon. An all too familiar metallic scent. Dean signaled left so that's the direction Sam went in. Sam stuck closely to the wall as he moved, careful not to step on any stray bolts or pieces of plywood. Dean succeeded in stepping on a wire, causing himself to trip a little, but it wasn't loud enough to alert anything that may be nearby. If Sam was around, he would've never heard the end of it.
Sam stepped up to a door with light peeking from the cracks. Slowly, ever so slowly he turned the doorknob, that wasn't locked to his surprise. He gazed through the small opening in the door and saw a man lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his body. He swung open the door the rest of the way and found two more people. One hung from the wall by chains and the other was sitting slouched over in the corner, a blood splatter behind their head.
Sam ran over to the girl in chains to see if she was alive. She wasn't. He then felt something hard hit the back of his skull and he was on the ground, gripping his head in pain.
"You damn Winchesters can't leave us alone can you?" A female voice said as she grabbed Sam's hair and yanked him up so he that was looking at her. She flashed him her black eyes, then grinned evilly. Sam violently kicked and squirmed about, but to no avail. It only made her tighten her grip on Sam's scalp. "You see, all those other killings were to distract you from our real purpose, but evidently you two idiots still figured it out." She told him as she started digging around in Sam's jacket. "Ah, there's the holy water." The demon threw the container across the room and used her foot to kick away Sam's gun that was only inches away from his grasp.
Meanwhile, Dean had found nothing in the rest of the warehouse and had made his way back to the entrance. Sam wasn't at the Impala. It's in Dean's nature to go back in, guns blazing.
Sam spit blood on the demon's face and she giggled, then went over to a table full of tools and picked up a small knife. She took the knife and plunged it in to Sam's lower stomach. "Well, this has been fun but, places to go, people to kill." And she disappeared from the room. Moments later Dean came bursting in and ran to Sam's side. "Hey Sammy what happened?" Dean asked, but he didn't give Sam time to reply because he was working to hoist the younger Winchester up. "You're gonna be okay Sammy." He told his brother as he put his brother's arm around his shoulder. "You're going to be fine. Doctors are going to make you all better little brother." Sam could only respond in grumbles and groans as they made their way down the corridor. "I promise." Sam's breathing became more labored and he grew weaker as they progressed. Eventually, Sam's heavy breathing stopped all together and he fell in to a slump on the floor. Dean stopped, picked Sam up in his arms and began to carry him the rest of the way while he sang "Hey Jude."