Okay first of all - I'm sorry about some of these quotation marks that popped up in the previous chapter (« and »). The program I write in has these and appearently I didn't switch them out last time lol. But I hope it works out this time!

Thank you for the comments so far! Means a lot to me! More is always welcome hehe.

3.

"Man, I know I brushed off the idea about flying horses, but what else can it be? Skinwalker perhaps?" Dean suggested and handed Sam a beer. It was good to be back in his own, non-horse smelling clothes again.

"A kelpie?" Sam suggested and turned the laptop around on the table,

"At first I thought it was just the dog breed, but turns out it's actually some kind of monster horse and it fits perfectly with this case. One of the cases anyway," Sam shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

"A water spirit in the form of a monstrous horse. The kelpie hates humans for their destruction of their watery homes over the years and lures people into it's lake or river," Dean read off the laptop,

"Okay I'll bite, but this one didn't just lure. It went completely Rambo on the girl."

"Well, even a chick afraid of horses could be tempted to pet a pretty horse if she saw one? Maybe it tried to drown the victim, but she put up a fight so it started using it's hooves," Sam suggested. It sounded reasonable enough.

They were quiet for a few moments. Drinking their beers and trying to come to some kind of conclusion,

"So. Do we go after the Chupacabra first or ..." Dean checked the laptop,

"... kelpie?"

"We could split up?" Sam suggested and stood up and pulled on his jacket.

"Nope. That always goes to hell remember? Soul or not," Dean stood up and found his own jacket and gun.

"Maybe for you," Sam muttered, shrugging his shoulders and feigning a smile.

"Don't be a dick. Come on. Kelpie's closer," Dean nudged Sam's arm and headed out.

They just got some weapons from the trunk of the Impala before walking to the river since it wasn't a long walk.

"Why can't monsters come out during the day?" Dean huffed in annoyance,

"I mean, I get the whole not wanting to be caught, but there's a hell lot more victims to get hold of then."

"Yeah. We should have brought a bait. I bet we could have told the victim's sister to come along," Sam suggested, his eyes running up and down the river as the approached it.

"That is not what I'm saying," Dean said strictly,

"We don't need bait. Least of all innocent people."

"Whatever," Sam just shrugged and trudged on. Dean let him walk on for a little alone before eventually following. Watching Sam's back, a pang of sorrow hit him. Loneliness and loss. God how he missed his little brother. The longer it took to get his soul back the more it was eating at him. Unconsciously he let his eyes drift from his brother to the river as he spotted something standing by the river side.

"Sam," he hissed and his brother nodded and took out his gun from the back of his pants, keeping it out of sight. As they got closer there was no denying it was a horse, but it was huge, dark and soaked. Water dripping from it's fur. It did nothing else then eat grass on the riverside though, not even lifting it's head as they came closer, but eyes watching them. The horse was wearing a dark bridle, almost not visible in the dark.

Sam thought for a moment before readying his gun, but Dean surged forward and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"This isn't the time for bleeding hearts, Dean," Sam hissed.

"I'm not, but we can't just go around and shoot horses!"

"Does that look like a normal horse to you?" Sam asked. The animal was now looking at them. They had seen many creatures that looked monstrous and ugly, but this actually did look like a horse. The only reason it didn't trick them was because of the sheer size and creepiness. No to mention it was soaked from top to toe. And...

"Sam, look," Dean pointed at the hooves of the kelpie and winced. All four hooves looked like a horse's, but they were all backwards. Looking closer they could now see that it's legs was quite twisted, which was first hard to see in the dark.

"Yeah that's not weird at all," Sam lifted his gun and this time Dean let him. He fired off a shot at the kelpie staring at them, but it only tossed it's great head when the bullet went straight through it like it was made of water.

"Crap," Sam's mouth tightened in a thin line and the kelpie started trotting towards them. Dean grabbed at Sam's arm, but the horse reached him at the same time, nudging his muzzle into Sam's free hand. From Dean's point of view it looked rather friendly, but Sam felt his hand getting stuck to the kelpie's muzzle.

"I'm stuck," Sam hissed and the horse started to back off, dragging Sam with it. Dean gaped as he saw Sam trying to pull his hand back, sticky goo following it as he did, only for it to smack right back to the kelpie's head.

"Don't touch it!" Sam warned when he saw Dean was about to grab the kelpie around it's neck.

"Then what?" Dean shouted. Sam just shook his head, not knowing what to do either. He pulled with all his might to no use and the kelpie just dragged him on until they reached the river. The creature then pushed hard back on Sam until he crashed into the water and the creature held him under, hooves stepping on him as he did.

"SAM!" Dean cried when he saw his brother struggle to keep his head over water and the kicks he got to his body. Not knowing what else to do Dean did throw himself at the kelpie, one arm over the impossible tall back and the other grabbing the reins and pulling with all his might. Immediately he felt his hands and arms get stuck.

"SAM!" he cried, his voice breaking when he didn't get any response,

"Get off him!" he shouted, pulling and kicking uselessly. The kelpie finally let go of Sam and tried to wrestle Dean into the water. It threw itself in a circle, throwing Dean around with it, tossing his head and trying to snap at Dean with it's big teeth. It should have been an easy win for the kelpie if it wasn't for it slowly stopping up and just looking at Dean. And then Dean was able to let go of the monstrous horse and it's reins. He stood there shell shocked for a moment, just staring at the kelpie before running at Sam, pulling the gigantic body out of the water.

"Sammy..." Dean got him onto land and knelt down beside him,

"Come on, buddy," he brushed the wet dark hair out of Sam's eyes and pressed his fingers against his pulse. For now he ignored the blood running from his nose and temple. Not to mention all the other injuries Sam must have gotten. Dean pressed his eyes shut and shook his head when he just couldn't find any pulse. He yanked at Sam's shirt, ripping it open before placing the heel of his hands to the breast bone above his heart and pushed. From there on he went on automatic and in a blur. Tilting Sam's head back, pinching his nose, ignoring blood, breathing for him, forcing his heart to beat again.

"Come on damnit!" Dean shouted before placing his hands back over Sam's heart for the third time.

That's it for now. I usually don't write long case fics actually so I hope this is working so far :)