Chapter 3- November 2nd
Sam and Dean sat in the Impala near the Crossroads. They had been waiting for hours now, and there was still no sign of the Demon.
"Dude, did Dad's Journal say what time this creepy Demon comes? Coz, I don't know if you've noticed, but we've been sitting here for hours!"
"Well maybe he's already here. Maybe he's already at the clearing."
"Dad's Journal said that the Demon always appears at the Crossroads before going into the clearing. It hasn't been wrong yet."
"Dad's Journal said this, Dad's Journal said that…" Sam mimicked. "Come on. We'll check it out."
"No." Dean grabbed Sam's arm. "It could be dangerous and I promised Dad that I would… you know…" Dean trailed off.
"Whatever man. Dean, you used to be cool." Sam slammed the door and started to walk into the forest.
Dean leant out of the open car window and shouted, "I'm still cool!". Sam turned and shrugged, then ran into the forest.
"Shit." Dean jumped out and ran after him.
The forest was really thick and dark and so it took Dean a while to find the clearing… and Sam.
"Sam?" Dean walked cautiously towards Sam who was standing in the middle of the clearing.
"Dean. How nice of you to join me." Sam's voice was husky.
"Sam?"
"No." Sam turned around and faced Dean. His eyes were black and he had an evil, twisted smile on his face.
Dean stood back. He raised his shot-gun.
Sam laughed. "Go ahead. That's the only way…" Dean thought about it for a moment.
All of a sudden, he was joined by two other people in the clearing.