Knives easily sliced through skin, it was just as easy as walking or talking. Though when a knife grew dull that was when the fun began, he would tie them up, pinning them down as he sliced open their delicate skin. Listening to them struggle and try to scream. The gag in their mouth made it impossible for any noise to slip though, their eyes glazed over with fear. Like a deer in the headlights. He loved it.

Loved it more than anything. But when people began searching for those who have gone missing he grew paranoid. Taking caution of his every move. But that didn't keep him from doing what he loved. No, he kept on taking victims in. One by one more and more people went missing. It continued for days; he'd gotten so good at it he'd stopped taking helpless animals off the street. But eventually he slipped up-like every crimminal does in their life time.

One tiny mistake with a knot may have well cost him his entire life, he had no other choice but to pack up and move on until the law caught up with him. The wolves would follow not that far behind-they were like his personal body guards. Only stronger and faster. Keen senses. Two days later he was in an completely different town.

Ready to take his next victim, only this time he was going to make sure they wouldn't slo through his grimy fingers.

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"Four more victims, all under the age of thirty." Sam grumbled as he continued to read, his dark eyes moving over the paragraph. Stopping to look over a picture of an older woman with long blonde hair. Her lips were covered in Crimson red lipstick, wrinkles around her eyes each time she smiled. Something in her eyes said she saw something that changed her. It was just the way she was looking at the camera, "Huh."

"What?" Dean asked finally, glancing over at his brother quickly. His Emerald eyes quickly flickered back to the empty old Ohio backroad.

"Someone survived." Sam said, he was rather surprised that someone had gotten out of that hell hole. From what he had read the person or creature taking people hadn't slipped up until now. Their tracks were invisible. No one knew what they looked like or where they were.

"Really? Well who? Don't leave me hanging." Dean shifted in his seat getting comfortable, taking a deep breath of the country air. The purr of the impala made the man smile happily.

"Cassidy Rule, 32. It is said she ran into a police station covered in her own blood and feces. Her clothes were torn up and gashes that had been rounded to at least 1 to 2 1/2 inches deep in her arms, legs and stomach." Sam explained, his eyebrows knitted as he continued reading. The case sounded more and more like a supernatural creature but he wasn't quite sure yet. Surely, he remembered those cannibalistic hillbillies back at that farm. They liked hunting down their prey before they ate it-he wasn't saying that the thing was eating these people. But it definitely was having its fun.

"What, so some sadistic son of a bitch is snatching people up to use them as carving wood? Wow, that's...thats..."

"Fucked up." Sam finished, folding up the newspaper. He threw it onto the dash.

"I was going to say that but...yeah it's messed up," Dean sighed pictures of what those people had went though flashing through his mind. It made him shiver-not the being carved like a tree-but eating someone. Cannibalism made almost everyone cringe. It was horrible. The thought of a human being eating another was...well fucked up. "Come on, dude." Dean reached over snatching the paper off the dash, he threw it into the backseat with Sam's laptop.

"It's just paper, relax." Sam let a low chuckle leave his lips, turning his head to look out the window. An old white barn passed his view, from how it looked he would say it was built maybe over twenty years ago. The woods was worn away and broken in some places. Birds breaking away the woods to get inside where it was dry. "Obviously he's hiding in plain sight since he's getting all these victims. Maybe he's a doctor, psychiatrist or even a chiropractor."

"They. We don't know if they're male or female. Anyone could be a monster Sam." Dean corrected turning down an dirt road. They passed several farms and corn fields before the impala hit a bump and was back on solid road. "Man I do not get Ohio and all its backroads."

"We should be coming up on the town in about twenty minutes or so," The youngest winchester glanced over at his brother. Watching him visibly shift in his seat, looking anywhere but Sam. It was odd at first when Sam noticed how uncomfortable Dean got when silence arose between them. But he always shoved it away. Thinking it was nothing. But the subject always came to mind when silence grew. Sometimes he caught Dean staring at him or taking a few side looks. It was nothing really to take in, just a few glancing and nothing more.

"Bingo," Dean broke the silence hitting the wheel; making a left turn into a parking lot. Sam hadn't even noticed they were in a town yet until now. Man, it was a bigger town than he thought. Small businesses were on each side of the road, more than 60 people roaming the streets. The brothers hadn't expected a small state like this to have this many people in a town so far out. The two climbed out of the impala shutting the doors in sync. Sam shot his brother a look hearing him murmur under his breath; something about cow crap and the country.

"Cassidy's boyfriend works at a candy shop, should be easy enough to find in a town like this." Sam spoke up smiling a little, he walked with Dean down the sidewalk. Dean couldn't help but wonder why didn't he park closer to the candy shop. Then the thought hit him. Well you don't want to see a car with two grown men sitting outside a candy shop. He huffed pushing the glass door open, a medium size sticker on it said the store's hours.

Monday: 12-530
Tuesday: 12-530
Wednesday: 12-6
Thursday: 12-6
Friday: 10-6
Saturday: 10-8
Sunday: Closed

Sam squinted his eyes trying to adjust to the loss of brightness of the sun, he glanced around the store amazed by how much candy there really was. His eyes stopped at the sight of black liquorish, making a disgusted look. That was until a male in about his early thirties cleared his throat, "May I help you two, gentlemen?" He asked, he had short spiked up black hair. Glistening blue eyes like Castiel and was fairly built. His name tag was labeled: Derek. In big bold lettering.

"Ahhh yes, I am agent Allison and this is my partner Agent McCall. We're here with a couple questions about your sister," Dean smiled softly as he spoke, pulling out the FBI badge. Derek sighed clenching his fists as if to keep himself calm.

"What do you want to know?" Derek huffed obviously annoyed but didn't show any sign of fighting back. A certain look in his eyes had the word animal written all over it. He leaned up against the wooden counter, his gaze on the two older males.

"She went missing right after work, correct?" Sam questioned, Derek nodded in advance. "Did she say where she was going?"

Derek shrugged, "Cassidy always went to her friend Lydia's house. They were always hanging out. Never a day they don't. I don't see why anyone would want to hurt her," Dean's eyes glued to the man's face watching his expression change over and over. Seeing if there was a hint if he was lying any. "Here, I'll give you two her address. That's all I know." Derek swiped a pen off the counter scribbling the address on a notepad before tearing it off and handing it to Sam.

Sam smiled nodding at the man, he spun around in search for his brother. Only to see Dean holding two bags of black liquorish. Dean smiled, "What? It tastes like heaven." He quickly paid for them following after Sam back to the impala.

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The two brothers sat around in their motel room, well Dean was sitting around eating the ton of liquorish he decided to buy. While Sam was doing all the researching as usual. Trying to figure out why that Derek man was lying about his girlfriend, of course Sam knew he was lying. Just by watching his eyes, he wouldn't look directly at Sam. He'd look anywhere else but him. Dean stared at the ceiling as it threw a small rubber ball at it, catching it and then throwing it again. Munching down on the candy. "I'm telling you he wasn't lying. How the hell would you even know?" Dean grumbled hoping his brother would just give up and wouldn't be so damn stubborn all the time.

"He was lying. Two days after Cassidy was taken to the hospital she magically got up and walked out. Wounds gone, but," Sam held up a finger singling he wasn't done speaking, "She's no where to be found. So he was hiding something. Something big."

Dean say up setting the small purple ball on the bed beside him, "Well. Maybe she's a banshee or something else that goes bump in the night." Dean suggested, his Emerald eyes flickered across his brother's face. "You got a uhhhh hair right there.." He pointed at a loose hair on Sam's cheek, "Here I'll..." He plucked it off his face smiling a little. Sam shivered at the feeling of Dean's finger tips skimming against his face.

"Maybe. But we won't know until we find her. And the person or creature that's doing this," Sam closed his laptop not daring to look at his brother. The touch of Dean's fingers against his skin made him oddly uncomfortable but another part of him was lusting for more. He wanted more. It was stupid. He sighed moving the laptop and books to the floor; cleaning his bed off so he had room to sleep. Dean watched Sam, eyeing his muscular arms, wondering when in the hell that happened. He really hadn't noticed until right then and now.

Wow, Dean thought, puberty hit him right in all the places.

That was when his mind began to wander:

Sam snatched Dean up roughly by his hair, yanking him into the motel room. Shoving him back against the wall, lips pressing together without hesitation. It didn't take long for the eldest Winchester to get excited, he growled playfully into the kiss, his hands moving up Sam back to give his hair a gently tug. "Huh, you like that don't you? What am I saying, of course you do." Sam whispered against Dean's lips, grinning. His hands moved under Dean's shirt slowly pulling it over his head.

Dean was awoken from his current fantasy by a pillow hitting him square in the face. He shook his head, shock on his face, "Dude you were staring at me like you stare at pie." Sam snorted rolling over onto his back. He now only had one pillow to sleep with. Dean's face turned bright red.

"Shut up," Dean threw the pillow back at his brother, hitting him square in the face. "Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam smirked sitting up, his eyes full of mischief. "Anywho, I'm going to catch some sleep before I end up staying up all night." Dean glanced at the clock, it read: 3:25AM. Wow was it really that late? Damn. Dean smiled climbing under the covers, slipping his shirt off.

"Night Sammy."

"Night, Dean."