Yes, i am using a raw head and a witch as my creatures being hunted. But i did some late research on raw heads, and i do NOT know if my info is all correct. I don't know if they can really have a vessel, but i figured, a gruesome creature like a raw head, they skin children for a vessel, why not? A Raw Head is a creature that kidnaps "naughty" children and feeds on them. They are also referred to as Raw Head and Bloody Bones because it is said that once they feed on the children, they sit atop the bones of the long lost children they've fed on.
Sorry this took so long to get up and sorry its so short. Exams are tomorrow until Friday for three days and i've been busy. Trying to get up as much as possible.
Roddnie ran through the brush of leaves on the cool Autumn day. He knew that if Dean had even tried at Roddnie, he'd have been caught by now. He didn't stop running until he was back to his home. His cave. He had only been in this particular town for Sam Winchester.
But with Dean around, it would make it a challenge to have Sam to his own. He'd need to get Dean out of the way somehow.
He absently scratched at his, as many hunters would call it, vessel. He did not normally skin his victims, but he had needed a vessel, or else the Winchester boys would instantly know what it was. He hated the vessel, but it was his only hope in getting Sam Winchester.
He smiled a cruel and deafening smile. He knew how he would get Dean out of the way.
Dean woke drowsily, in much more pain than the night before. He let out a gasp of pain as he straitened up his body. He looked around the room, blood stains still on the floor. His father, of course, would not remember a thing. He decided to leave it.
He looked at Sam, still sound asleep on the couch. Something about Sam was off though. The night before, Sam had his hand in Dean's, Dean not wanting to let Sam's hand go. This morning, Sam's hands were covering his head.
Dean got closer, observing Sam's odd position. He then saw that Sam's breathing was off also. He slowly moved Sam's hands away from his face. "Sammy?" Dean asked quietly.
Sam lay with blood covered hands. His ears had started to gush blood all over again and his nose was bleeding. Dean let go of Sam's hands, not even looking to see if Sam was awake. He rushed back to Sam with a towel and the med kit his father kept.
He pressed the towel to one of Sam's ears and Sam let out a shriek of pain. He started to cry. "Sorry, Sammy." Dean said sympathetically. He winced every time he heard his brother's faint gasps of pain. He hated Sam's pain.
After getting Sam cleaned up, he looked around the room. He was sure that Sam just had bad luck and his wounds had opened up. But part of him knew that something had caused this to happen to Sam.
"Sammy, go in and check on Jim, huh? Go jump on him and get him up." Dean said with a slightly forced smile. Sam returned the smile although his face was streaked with tears. Sam then went into the room to get Jim.
Dean then paced the room, thinking of all the things they'd ever hunted and what could have caused this to happen.
He knew it had to be someone putting a spell on Sam. There was no other possible way for Sam's wounds to open so suddenly.
A Witch, Dean thought. He went through his mental list of creatures he'd known could do spells. He double checked every possible way something could have gone down. It made his fear for his brother thinking that something or someone was after him.
The word finally came to Dean as if someone had whispered it. Coven.
Dean then tore apart the room. He cut open the mattresses, searched under all of the chairs in the room, and tore everything off the walls. Still nothing. He looked at his brothers pillow. It was the only thing he hadn't ripped to shreds. He used his pocket knife and sliced the thick fabric. He dug through the pillow. His hand met a plush furry string bag. It was the size of a lighter.
Son of a bitch, Dean thought. He opened the bag, looking through the contents. It was a hex bag. It mainly consisted of bones and a talisman. He quickly burned the bag before Sam had any other bad luck. Dean was furious. He was trying to think who would do this to his little brother. And who would do it, not just to hurt him, but try and kill him.
He threw away the remaining ashes of the bag. Jim came out of the room, but without Sam. "I put him to bed. He seemed really tired still." he said, crossing the room and standing to face Dean.
Dean turned nodding his head and sat himself on the couch. He was still in awe from the hex bag he had found.
"Dean?" Jim said, pulling Dean out of his thoughts.
Dean looked up, meeting Jim's eyes.
"Anything you'd like to share with me?" he asked politely, staring into Dean's eyes. He knew Jim could see the burning rage and wonder in his eyes and knew it to be no avail to lie.
"Someone sent out a hex bag on Sammy." Dean said quietly, running his hand through his hair.
Jim contemplated this for a moment. "What were the contents of the bag?" Jim asked.
"Some bones. Oh, and some sort of talisman?" Dean said, finding it no use in finding out who had done it.
"And where did you find this?" Jim asked.
"In one of Sam's pillows..why?" Dean asked, looking confused. He raised his eyes to the Pastors.
"Did you happen to give Sam your pillow last night?" Jim asked.
Dean looked at Jim again in confusion. He thought for a moment. He had, in fact, given Sam his pillow. But even if he did, he didn't see how that would effect the hex bag any differently. "Yeah. Why?"
Jim sighed, lowering his eyes to the ground. "Dean, that hex bag was set up for you, not Sam." Jim said shortly. Dean was about to ask what the pastor was talking about but he cut him off. "You see, Dean, with witches, they need a speck of DNA in with that hex bag and they probably took it from that pillow, knowing it was yours, but thinking it had a speck of hair from you on it." Jim said.
Dean stared at the Pastor. "So..your saying..Someone..or something, was trying to kill me?" Dean asked confused. He was relieved yet confused. At least no one's got it out for Sam, Dean thought.
"Yes, that is indeed what I am saying, Dean."