Dean went to move for the spear that was still lodged above his head, dangling inches above it.
"Don't even think about it." The voice made Dean stop, the rope still in one hand, the other hanging in the air, half way to the wooden shaft that would have saved his life. He let it drop, coming to rest on the side of his leg.
"Good. Wouldn't have wanted to do this the hard way." This one's voice was different from the others, hissing out the 's' of each word as if they burned him or tasted bad on his tongue.
Dean stiffened when he felt something wet on the back of his neck licking from the base to his hair line, the thing groaning as it said, "I wonder what you taste like, humans. I've always been the one to grind up the children, make them into cookies, but I never got a taste test. You must be delicious, the screamers always are, the ones with the will to live. You wouldn't believe some of the fighters that I got to handle, best batches came out of those ones. You're a fighter, and aged too. I wonder, are human like wine? Getting better with age, or are you more like bread, best fresh out of the over?"
Dean didn't speak, his fist clenching at his side over and over again. The thing paid no attention to that, shifting behind Dean one more time, "Let's find out shall we?"
A scream burst from Dean's mouth, the things teeth digging into the side of his neck right beside his jugular vein. Without even thinking Dean spun around, his fist coming up to meet the creatures face. Dean caught it by surprise, making it stumble back a few steps. Dean heard the body behind him hit the floor but couldn't find a reason to care at the moment.
The things hand went up to it's left cheek, touching the broken skin that it found there. He was quite a sight, eyes red, cheek broken, blood dripping down it's jaws; it was animalistic, a wolf in human flesh. His eyes rose to Dean, his lips drawing back in a snarl. Dean had barely enough time to brace himself before the thing lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. Dean landed on his back hard, knocking the wind out of him. He caught his breath quickly though, holding the snarling face as far away from his as possible.
Dean turned, checking the area around him quickly. They had landed beside the fallen body, the spear still stuck in its heart. Using one hand, placing the other underneath the creatures jaw line, Dean used the one to grab the wooden handle, pulling it from the body and replacing it into the one above him. The creature stilled, collapsing onto top of Dean.
Looking down at the body on him Dean let his head fall back, grunting out a ' Great'.
Once the body was hanging, identical to its brother, Sam left the room, starting his search for Dean. He walked slowly, taking the time to sweep over every inch of ground that he walked over, careful not to miss a thing. Every time that he stuck his head into a doorway he whispered, "Dean?" When there was no reply he would move on, going to the next part of the house.
He was on the second floor when he finally got a response, a faint 'Here' echoing out to him. Sam entered the room, making sure that there was no one else there. He saw a body lying in the middle of the room, a spear stuck through its heart. Sam rushed over to its side, rolling the body over so that he could see its face. The head turned, Dean whispering faintly out to Sam, "Help me."
Sam nodded, looking at the wound in his chest. The spear went through his entire body, a clear hole from the front of Dean's chest to the back. Sam held his brother close, resting his head against his leg, tears lining his eyes.
"Sam…" Deans voices was shallow, his eyes slowly sliding shut.
"Dean, Dean! Keep your eyes on me okay? You're going to be fine," Sam shook him slightly, trying to make Dean's eyes open again.
"Sammy!" Sam's head snapped up, Dean's call coming from outside of the room. He looked back down at the body in his hands, the form slowly shifting back into a man that was entirely black.
Sam scrambled away from the body, grabbing the spear and quickly putting it into the torso of the body that was no longer his brother. Sam sat back, his heart racing, blood rushing through his ears.
Sam was so focused on the body before him he didn't hear the one coming up behind him, a hard whack on the back of his head making him black out.
Dean walked through the house, having just strung the two bodies up, using the other weight to cause the other to remain in the air. He walked around, calling Sam's name out as he did.
He covered the entire house, terror heightening with each empty room that he found. He scoured the house three times before he let the fear take over, his heart racing.
"SAM!"
A/N: Okay guys, I want your thoughts on this. Character death, yea or nay?