Chapter 5

Andrea Willis was a normal average girl. She had a normal average build, a normal average height, regular blond hair, and regular brown eyes.

She just happened to be a normal average girl who thought that the giant man-eating creature that terrorized this small corner of the world had a right to live…

…more than anyone else.

She had heard about hunters before. Had known that they existed, but she had never really had the pleasure of meeting one in the flesh.

Until Dean and his geeky sidekick had shown up on her watch.

Andrea had been most enthralled watching the handsome pair gather information on her secret infatuation. She had half expected them to actually be the reporters that they claimed they were…but something about them just didn't scream reporter to her. Being a secret Chupacabra activist, reporters were usually easy to spot…but these two…

As Andrea had observed their research, she had been most dismayed to realize that the younger of the two was actually only trying to discover the means by which to kill her flesh eating charge, and that changed everything.

'Hunters.'

The word echoed in her mind. Soon after that she had discovered that the older of the duo seemed more interested in checking her out than any book in the whole place, which was just perfect…an opportunity presented itself.

She had just the thing for these two.

How interesting that she had come into a partnership with an unusual character only days prior to this chance meeting…

How interesting that she would be the first to call in a favor from him…

How interesting that she would get to see firsthand how a Hundun worked its craft…

Dean had decided that, if nothing else on planet earth was certain, one thing absolutely was…it is difficult to walk when you can't feel your feet.

Dean had discovered earlier that the kind Miss Willis had also remembered to relieve him of his cell phone, thus leaving him without an immediate way to contact Sam. He stumbled along the dark hallway, using the ugly grey-green walls as support. He found a corridor with a small window set in it, and was surprised to see sunlight streaming through the glass in bright golden rays. "What the…"

The eldest Winchester knew it had been a while since he had last seen Sam, but he had been certain that it was still the same day…or rather night. But the level of light coming through the window seemed to indicate that it was somewhere around noon, "It hasn't been that long…has it?" Of course, he couldn't be certain, and as he thought about it, his attention was drawn to his stomach as it rumbled for sustenance. "Maybe it has been that long! Oh, man…I gotta find Sam." Dean knew that his brother would be worried sick by now, and was probably trying to track him down.

Suddenly a sickening thought landed squarely in the forefront of his mind. Andrea had known what he and his brother did for a living, she had said so. How? His stomach twisted as he voiced the conclusion… "She saw the research materials that Sam had."

'What if she'd gone after Sammy? What if she was planning to summon that thing on him?...'

'…What if she already had?'

Food was no longer on Dean's list of priorities. He had to find Sam, and he had to find him right now. His stomach churned as his thoughts erupted into devastating scenarios… 'What if Sam's hurt, and I was stuck in some closet?…What if it's worse than that?'

"Not on my watch!" The thoughts lent speed to Dean, but the drug was still working its way through his system. He cursed silently as his legs simply refused to carry him any faster than they already were. He persisted, pushing his way down the corridor towards the elevator at the end of it, but froze suddenly as the small light at the top of the double doors lit up.

Someone was coming…

The experienced hunter knew that he was in no condition to fend off an attack at the moment, and he would rather wear pink ribbons than allow himself to be captured again…especially if Sam was in trouble.

His eyes darted frantically around the hall, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide. He saw the large vending machine a little further down the hall, and he would have to hurry if he was going to duck behind it before the elevator doors opened.

As Dean practically threw himself down the hall, his mind registered the sound of rushing water, and he paused in his race for the vending machine out of sheer curiosity. The noise grew louder, but Dean's mind refused to accept what it was hearing as truth. Surely there wouldn't be a giant wave of water careening through the sixth floor of an apartment complex…

At that moment, his thoughts were proven incorrect, as a giant wave of white water crashed around the corner and rushed past the window he had seen the sunlight through earlier. It came at him like a wall, and all he could do was stand there in mystified terror.

Dean heard the soft chime of the elevator doors as they opened at the same moment that the huge wall of water crashed into him. He let out a yell as the water's mighty current tore him from his spot and hurtled him directly towards the open elevator.

There was simply no way to avoid the oncoming collision with the elevator's sole occupant…