Authors Note: Thanks for all of the reviews. Here is a new chapter. I hope that you like it and please don't forget to review! Also if you don't know who Mr. Rogers is then find it on youtube before you read this so you can get the joke.

Chapter 2: Shadows

I always believed that hate was a very funny emotion. I mean, just think about it. You hate someone because they have more money than you or a better car or house. Maybe you hate them because of the way that they look. If they're male or female tall or short thin or fat pretty or not so desirable. Hell sometimes people don't even know why they hate someone. It's just something about seeing that one individual's face that makes them go ape shit and lose what's left of their minds. Well not me, I know why I hate demons and I'm reminded of that fact as I rescue a screaming six year old from one.

This particular demon liked to rip children open and feed on them from the inside out until there's only bone left. It was just fucking nasty not to mention downright cruel. So needless to say sending this bastard straight back to hell was going to be loads of fun but it wouldn't come without a little pain. You see I've learned to exercise demons with my mind. The only draw backs are massive headaches and oh yeah, drinking the demon's blood. Isn't my world full of good times? Crazy demonic family members, skanky demon girlfriends who like to turn on me, drinking demon blood and head poundings that last for hours, all in the name of saving the world, after I've made the mistake of releasing Satan from hell(long story). But today I've chosen to go the old fashion route.

After tossing the demon (who resembled Mr. Rogers in a very uncomfortable way) I grab Katie with one arm and turned back to the demonic freak. Latin can roll off of the tongue like silk if you know how to control the movements of your mouth. It was the one thing that I was always good at. A few of the guys back in college used to tease me all of the time. They were just pissed because I got the good grades and their girlfriends, even though I never did anything with them. Dean on the other hand sounded like crap and ordered a pizza nine times before he finally got it right. He said to me "Sammy I'm more of the hand to hand combat type. I'll leave the bitch work to you" Off my last thought I couldn't help but feel a little sad and nostalgic.

Before I could let my personal problems distract me any more than it already did. I finished the incantation and handed the girl over to her still trembling parents. I bottled some of the blood and told them it was for testing. I don't think that they would have continued to look at me as their hero if I had told them that I was collecting a mid night snack. After filling them in on what to say to the police, I got in the car and headed back west towards Bobby's. Unfortunately I had to pull over not too far out because of my throbbing head. On the side of the dark road I reclined the seat and closed my eyes.

It had been four days since I saw my father and brother and I was starting to get nervous. There had been reports of major demon activity since they went missing and I couldn't help but wonder if they were behind some of the slaying's. Hunters from coast to coast had been found dead, victims of demon attacks. It appears as if someone was forming an army of demons and not just any demons, but upper level demons, demons that could exercise other demons and angels with just a thought, just like…me.

"Oh shit!" I find myself yelling out loud.

Could it be? Is that what they wanted me for, to lead a demonic army, again? This could not be happening. Reaching for my phone I called Bobby. I grew more and more anxious with every ring. Getting the answering machine I slam the phone shut and take a breath. Maybe I was overacting but if this life has taught me anything it's that the impossible is always possible.

I nearly jump out of my skin as I hear a guy banging on my window.

"Please help me. He's after me"

"What who? Who's after you?"

I question staring at a man with gray eyes and black hair. He was bleeding from the forehead, his white shirt stained with his own blood.

"My neighbor, he was fine one minute and the next minute he had black eyes and started beating my head up against the wall. I was able to kick him and get away"

I jumped out of the car and told the guy to show me where he was. I had to admit that part of my willingness to help was due to the fact that I wanted some information on what was going on and maybe this demon son of a bitch would know. Seconds later I found myself outside of a row of perfect houses and flawlessly manicured lawns. We finally came to a stop in front of a blue and white house where I could see someone moving behind the curtain. I turned to the injured man.

"Stay low and don't move"

He nodded his head and I headed into the house being sure not to be seen. Peering around the corner I made sure that I was clear before moving further into the house. I could see the living room where I first saw him only to discover that he wasn't there. Just when I was about to examine things closer I heard two all too familiar voices.

"I told you he'd come"

"That's our Sammy. Such a good boy"

I turned around to be met with something hard slamming into the back of my head. I was conscious long enough to see two very blurry yet recognizable figures before everything went black.