3 am

It was early when he woke up, tossing and turning in his bed. Unable to sleep for some odd reason. Like someone was watching him or something was wrong with him. He couldn't get the thought out of his head, no he remembered the taste of demon blood. How the Crimson liquid felt when it ran down his throat, burning like the sun on asphalt. He remembered it running down his chin dripping onto his newly bought jeans-not caring if they were stained or not.

He couldn't get the thought out of his head.

Sam tried to shrug off the thought rolling over in the not so comfortable motel bed, he looked over at Dean through the darkness. Seeing how his older brother was mumbling and groaning in his sleep. Like he was having a nightmare of some sort. He squinted leaning closer trying to make out what he was saying-but it was faint. He huffed his eyes moving to the motel windows, they were dim with the headlights of passing cars. He watched them for a while before rolling over, catching a glimpse of something (or someone) standing in the corner of the room.

"You should've just left it alone," The dark figure hissed, from what Sam could tell the being (not knowing if it was human or supernatural) had short spiky hair and glowing yellow eyes. When they shifted a growl rumbled in their chest; it sounded like something out of a horror movie. But this was real. "You stupid hunters are always messing everything up. Guess the boss will take care of you. Oh but you already know him, well know of him." There was a deep chuckle before silence fell in the room.

Sam's heart pounded against his chest; like it was going to leap out at any moment. His dark eyes scanned the room looking for the figure. Nothing. He sighed in relief laying back in bed. "Guess again, little Winchester." A voice hissed in his ear, before he could yell for Dean a hand clamped over his mouth and a quick blow to the head made darkness descend upon him.

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"Did you fucking think I was joking when I said don't harm the ingredients?" A raspy voice hissed, there was a loud thud followed by more cursing. "The meat will be too tender. And where's the other one?" He questioned already rather upset with his associate. "Derek?" The dark figure stepped forward rubbing his head from where he was whacked.

"I could not retrieve him, sir. I'm terribly sorry. It wasn't supposed to-"

"Of course it wasn't supposed to fucking happen like this! I've had this planned for months and when an opportunity comes around you fuck it up!" The unknown being exclaimed, a growl climbed up his throat. His cold expression soon soften when his eyes moved over to look over sam. Grazing his fingers across his smooth cheek to get a feel of how he would cook. "Ohhh yes, he's a good one. Stubborn he is." He turned around seeing how Derek was still there, with a sudden outburst he chucked a wooden spoon towards the male. "Go get him!"

Sam groaned under his breath, his nose wrinkling at the familiar smell of death. He jolted awake at the feeling of fingers grazing across his cheek, "Where the hell am I? Where's Dean?" His eyes flickered to the person/creature standing before him-so innocent but so deadly.

"Steady now, wouldn't want you to get all worked up over nothing. Your brother is on his way, I assure you everything is going to be alright." The male before Sam spoke softly as if he was trying to lure him into a trap. But no he wasn't going to be the deer in the headlights. He was going to be the tiger in the bushes.

The youngest Winchester glanced around the small lit up room, it was under the city. Why hadn't Dean and him think of that? Muck and grime covered the walls and ceiling, the occasional squeak of a mouse or rat cause him to jump. His dark eyes moved to the walls, catching glimpse of chains-bloodied chains. He jerked his attention away, "S-Sammy? Sam?!" Dean's panicked voice echoed down the corridor, Sam could hear him kicking and fighting back against Derek. Derek would have to be pretty damn strong to keep Dean still. Even Sam had an issue with keeping Dean still when they got into fights.

A faint shadow(s) danced across the wall, Sam could already tell which one was Dean and which was Derek. Upon Rounding the corner Dean finally stopped fighting. His usually clear face had claw marks, one running across the left side of his face. A bruise had already began to form around his neck; Looking closely you could see the outline of fingers-a hand. Derek jerked Dean backwards when he tried to run towards Sam; growling warningly. That's when it clicked into Sam's thick skull.

"Werewolves," Sam whispered, shock on his face, "You're a werewolf." He glared at Derek who was chaining Dean down to the chair next to Sam. A thin smirk painting across the man's features. He jerked the chain to make sure it was properly locked-not wanting what happened to Cassidy to happen to either of the brothers. "It wasn't a blade...it was nails." Sam whispered to himself looking down. Dean let out a soft groan at how tight the chains were.

"You know, you could've just waited until I had a full nights rest. Then kidnap us. Now I'm just pissed off," Dean huffed, quite annoyed he had been awoken to someone trying to choke him out. For once in his lifetime he hadn't had the gun under his pillow-duh he was sidetracked by Sam. The eldest Winchester glanced over at his brother.

The man/creature chuckled-a spine chilling chuckle you would hear in a horror movie. "Always making smart remarks," He shook his head spinning around to face Dean, his ancient eyes filled with Mischief. His left eye was a glossy silvery white color. Meaning one thing; he was blind in it. "Tell me, do you know what this is?" He held up a small vile with dark liquid sloshing around inside. Both brothers squinted trying to figure out just what it was.

"No," They said in unison. Dean yanked at the chains growling in annoyance. Earning a kick in the shin from Derek.

"Good, it's for later." He twirled the small vile between his fingers, setting it down on a small wooden table. "Derek did-"

"Derek killed his own, his own flesh and blood. You see, I know this because of the look in his eyes. The look of a trained killer," Dean's rough tone echoed through the almost empty area. Derek mumbled something under his breath about soldiers and John Winchester.

"But you have the same look," The male spoke up, his fingers sliding over a blade. A freshly sharpened one-it glistened brightly. He slid it off the table holding it up, "I can see it in your eyes; I don't have to have two eyes to figure it out." He smirked softly his footsteps moving towards Sam. Sam tensed up eyeing the nicely cleaned blade but said nothing. Knowing what was coming next. "Didn't your parents ever teach you manners? Never interrupt, boy." The words came off his tongue like venom.

With a quick moment the blade had sunk into Sam's thigh, the winchester threw his head back. Yelling a quick, "Fuck." Before his gaze fell back on the man. The being chuckled twisting the blade around and around, slicing through the flesh easily. The wound growing with each turn. Until he hit bone. Sam hissed in pain, yelling for him to stop. His jaw clenched.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, struggling in his seat, rocking the chair back and forth. Trying to break free. Derek snatched him by his hair growling.

'Stay still or the same will happen to you if you don't shut up.' Derek hissed in his ear, letting go of his hair. Dean took a deep breath trying to keep himself calm-but it was hard to when he heard Sam yelling in pain.

Finally the man pulled the blade out, Sam's dark blue jeans discolored with blood. He smirked like he was confident with his work, "Don't interrupt. It will only make this more fun for me."

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"Please just leave me alone," She begged, her arms shook as her body began to go into shock. The wounds hadn't healed, no they couldn't heal. Her eyes flickered up to her attacker-her boyfriend Derek. It wasn't his fault and she knew it. He was being controlled by this man. She didn't know his name she's only seen him a couple times but there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She really tried, everything. It was like he was brainwashed.

"You should have left it alone and I wouldn't have to do this," Derek's harsh words caused her to stumble down the sidewalk. Her legs carrying her as fast as they could, "Cassidy...Cassidy..." He growled, his eyes glowing a brilliant goldish yellow. She swallowed hard.

"I was trying to-" Derek swung his hand, back handing her. His claws slicing her cheek open, he snarled. Showing her his fangs.

"You were going to turn us in! Do you know how much I've worked to come this far?" He tilted his head picking her up by her shirt collar. She shook her head quickly, stating she hadn't known anything up until a few weeks ago. Derek scoffed, "Of course you don't."

Just then a loud howl erupted from the south, loud enough to come from a fairly large animal. The man smirked down at his girlfriend, "Looks like they want me back, they'll be happy I brought a treat."

Cassidy could only attempt to swallow the lump in her throat, but it seemed it wasn't going away.

As he dragged her down underground she took one last look at the nights sky.

Not knowing when she would see it again.