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Sam was in the bathroom leaning over the sink, blood dripping of his nose.
After 15 minutes it was clear that the towel is useless. It was now discarded on the sink bloody. Sam was feeling light headed for a good major of time now.
"Sam, is it better?"
"Yeah, it's not bleeding as bad as before now."
A few more slow drips and finally it was over.
Sam washed his face and was about to exit the bathroom when suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over him. He swayed.
Dean was behind him to catch him in time. Sam's face was pale and his movements were lethargic.
"Do you want to lay on the couch?"
"Yeah." It was almost a whisper.
Dean was confused. Sam wasn't a person to have nosebleed without any reason. His gut was telling him that it is not going to end well.
"Here." Ann gave dean a glass of a light orange liquid. "It's a sweet syrup. He has lost a lot of blood. I think his blood pressure is low, sugar is good for his blood pressure."
She was right Sam's dizziness was because of low blood pressure which has been caused by blood loss.
"Thanks."
"Sam, drink it first then lay here."
Sam took the glass, but Dean supported the weight of it while he drank all of it. It tasted like orange juice, but it was sweater. He then lay on the couch on his side and closed his eyes. God he was exhausted.
Ann sat on the opposite couch beside Mary.
"Now what?" Mary asked in a low voice, she didn't want to disturb Sam.
"We have to find a way to kill it." Dean answered.
"Find a way? I thought you hunt supernatural. You don't know how to kill them?" Mary raised her voice a little.
"We do. But every supernatural thing has its own weakness. For example we kill werewolves by silver bullets." Dean looked at Ann, "Do you know how we should kill her?"
"No." Ann answered sadly. "My grand ma didn't say any thing about it."
"Are you sure? Any thing else? It may be helpful." If Ann couldn't help, finding a way to kill the creature would be so hard. Sam has searched every possible source earlier.
"Am I sure? I would remember if she told me anything, I've hared this story more than one thousand time. She would tell this story to anyone who would listen, and I always was there to here it over and over again."
Dean sighed loudly.
Ann hesitated a moment. "Can't we make up a way to kill it? I mean how you understood you should kill werewolves by silver bullet?"
"We didn't figure it out. Someone else did….Well we research through books and other sources. There are so many books about supernatural."
"Well then, how did THEY know it?" Ann asked curiously. "I mean there must be a way to discover it."
Dean almost laughed. This girl was so like Sam, always questioning and analyzing everything, always willing to know the reason behind every thing.
Mary rolled her eyes, "How he's supposed to know? Stop asking stupid questions."
"It's not stupid. I'm just trying to save my life." She hated to sound stupid, and Mary made him look like a dumb person in front of Sam and Dean, especially Sam.
"It's ok. I'm used to it." He remembered Sam when he was younger and he wouldn't stop asking questions until he drove their dad crazy. In fact he hasn't change a bit. "Sammy here is a questioner too."
"I heard you." Sam began to sit. He felt better, but still it wasn't easy. "I found some sources about the creature in Persian, I guess you can help me to translate them, maybe we can figure out how to kill it."
"Easy Tiger. Right now you should rest. We do it tomorrow." Dean stood up, "But before we go I need to take care of that carpet, let's see what that bitch can do without her hair."
"You're leaving us alone?" Ann didn't want to be alone, she was so scared. "I feel like a coward, but I'm really scared. What if she attacks us again?"
"Don't worry. I don't think she would, not tonight anyway. Besides I salt all the doors before leaving."
The girls stared at him confused.
"Evil thing can't enter a circle of salt." Dean added quickly.
"Oh, yeah salt. Salt has anti evil qualities." Ann said enthusiastically, as if she just discovered something really important, "My people believe that salt can protect you from evil eye and becoming sick by the negative energy of others."
"Well the fantastic Mr. Salt." Dean shrugged. "I need some salt."
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30 minutes later all the doors and windows were salted, and Dean was in the backyard with Mary ready to salt and burn the carpet.
Sam was at the house with Ann. He was somewhere between a restless sleep and awareness. Ann was looking at Mary and Dean from inside the house; she didn't feel secure enough to leave the house.
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"My father is going to kill me for this." Mary said while Dean was pouring gas on the carpet.
When Dean finished with gas, Mary handed him the container of salt. Dean salted the carpet, careful to cover the 'hair part'. He then brought out a match from his jacket's pocket, lit it and throw it on the carpet.
Yellow flames swallowed the carpet instantly. It was burning with a thick smock and a bad smell.
Dean watched the carpet consuming by fire. If I'm lucky enough the bitch would die after her hair is burned.
Yeah, lucky enough. And when was the last time Dean Winchester got lucky?
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At the house behind Ann Sam frowned in his sleep. He felt he's hot, very hot. He opened his eyes and looked around. Ann was looking out. He tried to sit up.
Where was Dean?
Before he could open his mouth to ask, he felt his energy was drained from him, just like when the Al was chocking him. He whimpered and slowly laid back on the couch. He didn't feel strong enough to sit. He felt he's hot inside and cold outside. "Dean!"
"Sam, are you ok?" Ann approached him. "Do you want me to call your brother?"
Sam couldn't hear her, because suddenly he felt something sharp was piercing through his brain from one ear to another. "Aaagh…"
Sam held his head with both his hands and curled up to himself. Now he was feeling hot outside and freezing inside.
"Dean!" Ann shouted from inside the house.
Dean looked at the house to see Ann's worried face at the window.
"Dean, your brother…" she didn't need to finish her sentence. Dean ran to house.
"Stay here, make sure it burns entirely." Dean shouted to Mary as he was running.
Dean entered the house, careful not to disturb the salt line. "Sam." He said panting.
He kneed beside the couch and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam didn't acknowledge him, his eyes were closed tight and he obviously was in pain.
"What happened?" Dean asked Ann.
"I…. I don't know. He was sleeping when…when he woke up and he was in pain." She was frightened.
Sam started to tremble. "Deeaan."
"Sam! Talk to me." Dean tilted his head to an angle to see Sam's face.
"My… myhead… Dean." Sam slurred.
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Outside Mary was watching the carpet burning. It was almost burned up and flames were shrinking. When the flames reduced enough Mary could see the residue of the carpet.
"Oh, my god!"
The hair part of the carpet was completely intact. It was shining under the light of remaining flames.
She turned toward the house. "Dean!!!" when she looked back at the direction of the carpet. Al was there standing a few feet from the fire. Mary panicked; she took a few steps backward.
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Sam's trembling got worse. He was shaking uncontrollably now. Dean's heart was jumping up and down in his chest; he didn't know what to do. Sam was in pain and Dean had no idea what was wrong with him.
"Dean!!!" Mary's frightened shout came from outside.
God what now?
He hesitated to leave Sam.
"Dean, the Aal… she's here." Mary shouted again.
Dean was torn apart between staying with his brother and getting that bitch.
"I'm coming." He stood up and dashed outside.
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Al took a step forward; she had a vicious smile on her face. Her black dress was swaying in the wind.
Mary started to run; she couldn't stand that sadistic smile any more.
Dean came out of the house; Mary ran and stood behind him. They couldn't do anything but stand there and watch Al to advance the ashes of the carpet and pick up the shining blond hair from the ground.
The moment Al touched the hair Sam cried out in pain. Dean was so pissed he could attack the creature with his bare hand. He ran to creature, he was going to rip off that bitch's head with his teeth.
But before Dean can come close enough to do so, she disappeared in the darkness. A sudden blow of wind was the only thing he could reach.
Sam body went lax on the couch as unconsciousness took him down into darkness.
Dean hurried back in the house to check on Sam. Dean felt as if someone spilled a huge bucket of ice cold water on him, from head to toe, when he realized Sam's pain was connected to Al. what he was going to do now that the creature was more powerful.
TBC
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