"DEANSAMIT'SHERE!" You scream really loudly and fast. You bolt from it and it swipes at you with it's knife. You feel it catch and cut off some of your hair, but you dive forward before it hits you. Dean and Sam run out of the bathroom.
"DUCK!" Dean cries. You really don't need to be told twice. You dock and roll to the side. The brothers shoot the demon several times, then one lunges forward with an odd-looking knife. You hide your head and a second later blood spurts in every direction.
You are helped up by Sam, who smiles at you. "Well, that's that. Are you okay?"
"Y-yes." You manage to say, shivering.
Dean sheathes the knife. "Well, it's probably time to leave before this is discovered." he says, looking at the blood pools. He then does a double-take at you, and you know the demon must have done a number on your hair. You duck into the bathroom and groan. It's really, really short, uneven and frayed. You look hideous. Oh well, at least you're alive! Oh, and your family's murderer is dead, that makes you feel loads better.
When you come out of the bathroom you hug the first brother that's there. Sam. "Thank-you." You say, and you realize your crying. Tears of relief? Probably.
When the cops leave, leaving you feeling impure because of all the lies you told them, you look around for the brother's, but they seemed to have disappeared without a trace. In the years following, you've asked around, but nobody knows where they went, and after all this time they seem almost surreal to you.
You have a family now. A husband and some children. But your life has never been the same, because you know that, out there, there are horrors to great to mention. You feel safe with your family, yet you know you have to protect them from that knowledge, from those creatures. So this may or may not be the end. Perhaps you never do encounter any other monsters, but there is always the chance that, one day, you may once again meet those strange, strange brothers.
THE END