A/N: There is no real reason why this chapter took so long. But it's here. Well enjoy!

Chapter 6

The hound pounced and Deanna was soon on the ground struggling against the hound's weight. She screamed as she felt its claws pierce her skin. Sam reacted quickly to his sister's screams. He charged at the hound with his gun at the ready. He picked up Deanna's discarded pocket knife and made an attempt at stabbing it but the hound didn't react. Deanna's screaming only got louder.

Suddenly Sam heard John shout at him "Get back!" He quickly moved to obey. The sound of John's gun firing echoed throughout the woods. The bullet hit the hound and it whimpered before darting into the trees.

Sam bent down next to his sister. She was lying on the forest floor covered in jagged cuts. Blood was slowly soaking through her torn shirt.

"Dad! Help!"

John came running over to Sam and Deanna. He knelt down beside Deanna and began checking her wounds. Sherlock came over and handed John his scarf stating "You need to stop the bleeding."

John nodded in thanks and swiftly used the scarf to block the blood flow. Deanna groaned in pain.

"Dad? Can you stop? It hurts."

"I know it hurts Deanna, but if I don't stop the bleeding you're going to bleed out."

"Can we go home?"

"Soon Deanna."

Deanna pushed John away and pulled herself up from the ground. "It might come back."

"Right now Deanna I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine. Let's just go."

"But Deanna-"

"No buts. I'm fine. So let's just go."

"Fine, but tell me if it hurts too much."

"Sure, but I'll be fine. You know me." She said with a cocky smile. "I'm known to be indestructible."

As they left Sherlock frowned at her and muttered under his breath "That was my line."

The motel was silent except for the sounds of typing coming from their laptops. Sam and Sherlock were researching as to what might the creature be and more importantly how to kill it. Deanna was just lying on the couch doing the complete opposite to research. John was typing up the case, why though they weren't sure.

Suddenly a loud thump was heard as Sherlock slammed his laptop shut. "We're never going to find out what it is like this! We need to go out there and find it."

John looked up from his laptop and rolled his eyes. "Great idea Sherlock, but don't you remember what happened last time we went after it unprepared?"

"We all lived! I don't see what the big deal is!"

"Sherlock." John said with a stern voice.

"Look John I'm going! You can all just sit here like undercooked chicken nuggets!"

"Undercooked chicken nuggets?"

"Shut up!"

"But seriously? Undercooked chicken nuggets? That's the best insult you've got?"

Sherlock went closer to him and leaned in. He then whispered into John's ear "Don't ask stupid questions!"

John stepped back and held his hands up in surrender. "Okay! Go if you must. But don't complain if you come back here all bloodied and covered in bruises."

"Why would I? I know what I'm doing!"

Sam who had now looked up from his laptop rolled his eyes. "Do you really Sherlock? You seem about as knowledgeable as the rest of us as to what this thing is. It could be anything we're going up against."

"Well then let's eliminate some possibilities then. It can't be a werewolf as the bodies still have their hearts inside and the moon pattern doesn't match up. So I'd say that the creature will be either a black dog, a hellhound or a experiment from Baskerville. But hellhound seems unlikely as they tend to be in packs and the victims don't appear to have made any sort of crossroads deal judging on my research. So that leaves black dog or Baskerville experiment."

"At least this time go prepared Sherlock."

"Alright, mother!" Sherlock said sarcastically.

He went towards the door and was mildly surprised to find Deanna blocking his path.

"Move Deanna."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because if you go alone you'll surely be killed."

"I thought you hated me." Sherlock spat.

Deanna sighed sadly. She looked down towards her feet. "Is that what you think? She said sadly. "Do you really think I hate you enough to let you die? Sure, maybe I still haven't forgiven you for what happened but that doesn't mean I'm just going to sit here like an 'undercooked chicken nugget' while you go out there and get yourself killed. Not a chance. I'm coming with you."

"You'd have to be an idiot to do that Deanna. You're hurt, stay here."

"Not a chance. I may be injured but I'm still 10 times the hunter that you are. I'm going, end of story."

"Fine then. But if you get killed that's your fault."

Deanna was out the door before either John or Sam had a chance to protest. Just as Sherlock was about to leave Sam got up and grabbed his wrist.

"You keep my sister safe, alright?"

"I'll try."

"I suppose that answer will just have to do. Good luck out there Sherlock. Oh and..." He handed Sherlock a shotgun. "Don't miss."

"I won't." Sherlock said taking the shotgun. Then he was gone.

Things at the motel were quiet after Sherlock and Deanna's departure. John had gone back to typing up the case and Sam had gone back to his research. After about 10 minutes Sam suddenly slammed his hands down onto the table.

"Oh my god! How could we have been so stupid!"

John looked up from his laptop and at Sam in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Sam got up from where he had been sitting and bussied himself in trying to put a coat on. "Come on dad get your coat! We have to go save Sherlock and Deanna!"

"Wait a second, calm down Sam. They'll be fine, they can take care of themselves."

"No! Look we need to hurry, it might already be too late."

"Sam, you need to calm down and just tell me what's going on."

"I'll tell you on the way."

"Sam, they took the car..."

"Then hotwire one!"

As soon as John had his coat on Sam practically dragged him outside. In the space of minute Sam had hotwired them a car and they were on their way to find Sherlock and Deanna.

"What's going on Sam? Why the hurry."

"Because their in serious danger!"

"Why?"

"You remember what that one hound did to Deanna? Just imagine what a whole pack of them will do to them!"

"A whole pack?"

"Yes. I was doing some research on the area and discovered that there's a legend surrounding it. Back in the 17th century there was a man called Richard Cabell. He was a hunter and was apparently a monstrously evil man. Theres a rumour that he'd murdered his wife. Anyway... He allegedly sold his soul to The Devil. He died on the 5th of July in 1677, but on the night of his death a phantom pack of hounds was seen to come running across the moor to howl at his tomb. From that night onwards the legend states that he led the pack across the moors, usually on the anniversary of his death... which is tonight."

As they drove Sam and John formulated a plan.

Deanna and Sherlock had just arrived at the moors. They had their guns ready to fire. Suddenly they heard the sound of howling coming from behind them. They whipped around just in time to see a hound duck back into the trees. The howling intensified. They could see deep red eyes peering out of the trees at them. The hounds' howling was almost disorientating. It was hard to tell where the hound was anymore.

"Sherlock! Deanna!"

They both jumped backwards in surprise as they heard Sam yelling for them.

"Sam? What are you doing here? We can handle this!"

"No you can't! It's not just one hound, it's a whole pack of them!"

"What?"

Sam repeated the story he'd told John to Sherlock and Deanna. They listened intently. Suddenly they were all thrown back against the trees. The wind knocked out of them.

"Where's John?" Sherlock asked Sam.

"He's going to salt and burn Richard. All we have to do is distract him until he's done."

Sherlock nodded and began focusing on the movement of the hounds amongst the trees. A man walked out from the trees with two hounds following at his feet.

"Well, well, well. It's been a long time since anyone came out here. Most people have been too afraid, and rightly so."

"Richard Cabell, I assume." Deanna said.

"You guessed right sweetheart." The ghost walked up towards them. He got close enough that they could feel his 'breath' on their necks. He began stroking Deanna's hair.

"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

"Bite me." Deanna growled back.

"And feisty too!" Richard exclaimed with glee. "You remind me of my ex wife. Such a pathetic thing she was, but she sure did have a mouth on her. But you, you're something different. All the women back then had a element of innocence to them, but not you."

"Get the hell away from me you son of a bitch."

"Make me." Richard said dangerously.

"Get away from my sister!" Sam shouted at the ghost.

"Why should I? It's not like you can do anything to make me. You're a sitting duck, I could spring my hounds on you anytime I want to. So if I were you, Sammy I'd shut your mouth while your sister and I have a chat."

Sam went pale. "How did you know my name?"

"Details, details." Richard sighed.

Suddenly Sherlock spoke up. "You do know that you're ultimately going to die right?"

"How? Are you going to kill me? How are you supposed to do that while you're trapped and at my mercy."

Sherlock laughed. "Oh, you thought that I meant that I was going to kill you? No."

"None of your pathetic little friends can kill me either through. Seriously Sherlock, and I thought you were supposed to be clever."

"I am. I believe you miscounted my 'friends'."

"What do you mean?"

"Do I have to explain everything to you? You can clearly read my mind. I have three friends who are currently in Dartmoor with me. How many are trapped in front of you?"

Richard paled. "Two."

"That's right. Perhaps you should've worried about your bones instead of going after us. We're just the distraction. Obviously it worked. You will probably burn up in..."

The sound of Sam's phone chiming could be heard. "Three." The phone chimed again. "Two." And again. "One."

"Goodbye Richard."

"What no!" Richard said is he erupted in flames and disappeared, taking his hounds with him.

The second he disappeared the force that had been holding them to the trees left and they fell to the ground.

"Well, I'm glad that's over."

"Yeah, one bad guy down only like 10,000 to go!"