Chapter 29

John led the way out of the house with his tranquilizer gun held readily in front of him. Dean was right behind his father, with his gun in front of him as well; his finger lay gently on the trigger in case Sam appeared. Bobby brought up the rear – his eyes scanned his salvage yard warily as his gun followed his eyes, prepared for anything.

John gave Dean a hand signal, warning him to stay back. He and Bobby were going to go check behind some of the demolished cars before them.

Dean nodded simply and hung back with Bobby passed him – taking up John's side as the both of them crept toward the cars.

There was a sudden grunt, which sounded suspiciously like an animal…The Beast to be exact, coming from behind the little car John and Bobby were approaching. Suddenly, there was a sickening crack of bones breaking echoing through the night, followed shortly by the sound of fast-paced footsteps, running away from them.

John and Bobby immediately jogged toward the car, both knowing they had just missed the creature. But they needed to know what the noise came from.

John whirled around first, holding his rifle in front of him – ready to shoot…but the moment he saw what was laid before him behind the car, he immediately lowered his weapon. Bobby looked over John's shoulder, and clearly grimaced at the sight before him.

Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood pooled around a pulp, which John and Bobby could only assume was what was left of a person. The clothes were torn into ribbons and stained a deep, dark red of the persons' blood.

They wouldn't have to worry about the creature turning this person…there was barely anything left of whoever this was.

"Who do you think this was?" Bobby asked aloud, clearly deep in thought as he made his way around John to get a better look at the remains.

John exhaled deeply, not bothering to shrug. He tapped Bobby's shoulder to get his attention, and nudged his head toward a discarded rifle which had clearly been kicked halfway under the car. He looked back up at Bobby questioningly.

"That ain't mine." Bobby replied softly.

"I know." John confirmed with a grunt, "I'm willing to bet you top dollar though, that this is Gordon Walker."

"Gordon?" Bobby asked, "He's an idiot, John. But he's a damn good hunter…you really think this thing got the drop on him?"

"This thing is running around with Sam's memories…and Sam's a damn good hunter." John replied angrily, "I think if Sam didn't have his conscience weighing him down, he'd be able to take out Walker…yeah, I think it's definitely possible."

"You're probably right." Bobby agreed with a mirthless chuckle.

He turned his attention back to John curiously, with an eyebrow raised. "So what's the game-plan now, John?"

John sighed deeply before looking back up at his friend. "You stay behind and see if you can do anything about what's left of Gordon, here. I don't think you really want the police breathing down your neck."

Bobby nodded with an eye-roll. He knew John was right, leave those remains out too long, it'll start to smell – and then people will start calling in complaints. He didn't need that.

"Dean and I…" John continued, "Will keep looking for Sam."

"Where?" Bobby pried, "Where could that thing have possibly gone off to?"

"I dunno." John replied thoughtfully as he exhaled sharply, "The woods, maybe? The one just down the block..?"

"Ain't much of woods…more just a small gathering of trees - won't give you much cover." Bobby admitted as he scrubbed his hand over his worn face.

"Well, it's the only place I can think of, where he could've gone off to!" John argued.

"Alright." Bobby surrendered, "You and Dean go check it out."

John nodded a silent 'thank you' before calling Dean over. Dean immediately jogged over toward them, and came to a halt next to his dad. He inhaled deeply, and turned his head away from the mangled remains before him.

"Ugh…do we know who this is?" Dean asked.

"We think its Gordon." John replied half-heartedly, "But Sam's gone. Bobby's gonna stay here and clean this mess up, while you and I go look for the creature."

"Do you know where he'll be?" Dean prodded, looking up at his dad hopefully.

"I have an idea." John admitted, "But we have to hurry."

xXx

The Beast felt almost at home, for the first time. It had found a cover of trees and was now as far away from humans as it could stand.

Personally, it wouldn't have minded tearing into Human-Dad and making him into a meal, followed closely by Human-Brother…but a deal was a deal, and so far – Human-Side hasn't stirred once.

It was alone in its body, and happy as it could be. All around it, the smell of fresh blood and trees wafted around it – alluring it, calling to it. Animals hid all around it, watching it from their spots – making them almost invisible. Clearly they've never seen an animal quite like this Beast, and weren't too sure how to go about their lives.

Something about this creature called for attention, but all eyes were wary – no animal sure whether flight or fight was their safest bet.

The Beast placed a sure paw on the leafy ground, instinctively telling them that it was here to stay. It reared its head back, and let out a long drawn out howl – singing its battle-cry to the sky.

Suddenly, a twig broke in front of it, silencing its howl as it perked its ears, listening for what made the noise. The Beast sniffed at the air, trying to assess its stalker before realizing that it was no threat.

It lifted its blackened lips and revealed its sharp teeth in a snarl as a low growl escaped its throat. It lowered itself to the ground and took cover behind a bush as it waited for its prey to come to it.

Its meal clearly had four legs, and walked steadily on its paws as it stalked closer toward its hiding place, completely unaware.

When the Beast decided the animal was close enough, so close it could smell its blood – the creature pounced from behind the brush, landing on the startled brown coated fox. The Beast closed its large jaws around the fox's throat, slowly adding pressure, asphyxiating the tiny creature.

After a couple moments, when the fox's thrashing had come to a stop, and its fast paced pulse had slowed to a crawl, the Beast released its hold on the animal and roared over its prize triumphantly.

All around the gory scene, the animals who stood watch decided that 'flight' was the instinct to listen to. This creature was something to be feared.

xXx

Sam knew exactly where he was, and what was going on. He saw the scene of the creature in his mind killing Gordon Walker before it killed a little fox and still its hunger ravaged onward, seemingly unsatisfied. He felt blood on his face and…paws, as the Beast killed and gorged itself in meat.

But Sam didn't do anything about it. He just hung back, and watched. He felt what the Beast felt, he smelled what it smelled, and he saw what it saw. He was nothing more than a passenger in this ride, and the animal was behind the wheel.

And yet, Sam never made another move against the Beast because of its victims, none of them where who mattered to Sam. No one the Beast killed played a relevant role in Sam's life. And as long as that monster held up its side of the deal, Sam would too.

He would sit back…and watch.

Sam would sit in his own mind for the rest of the creature's life, and watch as it killed. He would never again be in control of anything, because Sam wasn't anything. Just a memory.

So here he would wait, and here he knew he would die.

Sam wasn't a complete idiot, he knew his father or his brother would come and put him out of his misery. If there wasn't a cure before, there wouldn't be now…and Sam was ready for them to come and put him down.

He wished he could have seen his father one last time, Sam thought to himself. He wanted him to know that he wasn't mad at him anymore. He forgave him for going to look for the kid; he was doing it for Sam after all.

And he also wanted his father to know, that he would also forgive him for killing him. He knew it was for the best.

Sam was just so tired now…

All he wanted to do was rest.

Sorry this chapter was kinda depressing, but I figured Sam's POV had to be done. :\

More soon, guys!