While the massive creature was talk Dean was able to nudge the tip of the spear out from under the body by his feet, kicking it over to Sam. It hit the leg of the chair, bouncing under the wooden frame. Sam shot Dean a face, one that Dean would label in his mind to be a 'Bitch-face'. Dean just shrugged a bit, as if to say, 'What do you expect from me?'.

Dean didn't get to see Sam's response as he suddenly found himself ducking to avoid a massive hand swiping for his head. There was nothing for him to do other than try and avoid the thing; he had suddenly found himself very spear-less and helpless.

People say that the bigger they are the easier it is to avoid them, but Dean found that statement to be false as he barely managed to dodge a swipe at his mid-section. He realized that he was being backed into a corner after a while; the jabs and grabs were far too precise to be out of fury. This thing had a plan and Dean didn't. He was going to have to think of something quick if he wanted to keep his head attached to his shoulders.

The sight would have been quite humorous to anyone looking in on the situation, Dean hopping back and forth in the room, trying not to get caught in a corner by a giant black man.

The only person who would have been looking at the event was Sam, but he wasn't paying attention to his older brother, he was currently trying to figure out how to get out of the chair. His arms were bound behind him at the wrist but not attached to the chair itself; his legs were free also, left to move wherever he wanted them to. Placing his feet on the outside of the chair, planting them firmly on the cement below him, Sam pushed up, his arms protesting against the movement. He stood, his arms getting pulled in the wrong direction but slipping off of the chair. Sam looked down at the chair, letting out a surprised huff, not believing that it was that simple. Pushing the chair out of the way Sam sat down on the floor, taking the spearhead in his hand and sawing through the rope binding his hands together. The iron was sharp enough to eat through the fibers in two seconds flat.

Once his hand were free Sam scrambled to his feet, spearhead in hand. He watched as Dean avoided another blow that was aimed for his chest. The giant's hand went right through the banister, fragments flying in every direction. One of them flew right at Sam, making him duck to avoid a chunk of wood hitting him in the forehead.

"Sam? A little help here!" Dean was getting dizzy, his head growing lighter by the minute. His reaction time was slowing down too, each strike coming closer and closer to hitting him. Dean ducked, the massive hand hitting the wall where his head was a moment before, the cement giving out under the force of the blow.

Sam grabbed the piece of wood from the ground, forcing the tip into the shard, creating a very vulgar spear. He looked at it, testing to see if it would fall apart or remain together before going to his brother's aid. Dean had finally been backed into a corner, eyes wide and looking around for anyway to get out. "Any time now Sam!"

Sam stood behind the monster, trying to figure out how to stab it; its chest was far to high for even him to reach. Sam went back to the chair, placing it behind the thing and climbing on top. He was now at the proper level to get the tip of the weapon in line with his heart. Sam took a deep breath, taking the wood in both hands and raising it above his head, putting his body weight behind his blow.

The spear hardly went through the things chest, barely nicking its heart. It must have been enough as the creature stuttered, taking a step forward before turning to Sam, looking down slightly at the human below him. "Why?"

Sam just looked at it, not really knowing how to answer. He didn't have much time to think about it before the thing fell like a tree; Dean and Sam watching him fall. They both looked at the body for a few seconds, stunned that they were actually able to kill him.

Sam's attention was taken away from the body and to Dean when his brother stumbled, catching himself on the wall. "Dean?"

Dean waved Sam off, "I'm fine Sam, just get them hanging."

Sam nodded, keeping one eye on his brother as he hung the smaller one. The larger one was the problem, Sam having to jump off the stairs to even get the body in the air.

The instant the body left the floor the house shuddered making Sam look around in a panic. Nothing occurred that Sam could see would affect them so he tied the body in the air, moving to help Dean out of the house. He put his older brothers arm around his shoulder, ignoring his protests that he was fine and that he didn't need Sam's help.

He was able to get Dean into the car, heading into town to leave the memory behind them. They were heading through Town Square when Sam noticed something strange going on. People were walking into the streets, faces completely confused and rubbing their heads. Sam pulled over by the bed and breakfast, getting out of the car and entering the house. Elizabeth was standing behind the desk, looking down at something that she was writing in. Her head rose when she heard the jingle of the bell, a smile crossing her face. "Why hello there! How can I help you today?"

Sam just smiled, chuckling a bit, "Nothing, everything is fine." He left, shutting the door on a slightly confused Elizabeth.

He was walking down to the Impala when he caught glance of Dean. He was lying down on the seat, eyes closed and barely breathing. Sam ran to the door, throwing it open and shaking Dean.

"Dean! Dean! Answer me! Dean!" Sam kept shaking him, trying to help him regain consciousness, "DEAN!" Turning his head he called over his shoulder, "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE! Dean…"

Sam could hear someone talking on his or her phone but he paid no attention to it, his focus was taken completely by his brother. He had one hand on his neck, keeping track of his pulse, which was slowly growing slower by the second, "No, no, no, no, no. Don't you do this to me Dean. You can't do this to me. Don't you die, don't you dare. Dean.

DEAN!"

A/N: Okay, just to clear something up. Zwarte Piet, each one, was able to influence the people in the town, that is why none of them were able to remember anything from before.

There was something else, but I can't remember right now. It might come up tomorrow if it was important or something.