Chapter 3

They found Paul's lifeless body the next day and even the police couldn't believe what they saw inside the house, because none of them had ever seen a corpse that was so horribly mutilated that they hardly could identify it.

The sight was even too much for Sam and Dean, because so far they had rarely seen such a brutal mutilated body, like this one.

The entrance of the house looked terrible, because the victim's blood was everywhere.

On the walls, on the floor, on the furniture; it was everywhere and no one could imagine how much this man had suffered before he died.

While the policemen around them documented the incident, Sam and Dean were engaged with the body itself. The two pretended to be FBI agents to get access to the crime scene and the corpse.

Neither of the two could remember to have seen something like this before.

And they certainly had never hunted such a bloodthirsty monster before...

"What do you think what could have killed this guy Sammy?" Dean wanted to know when they sat in the car and drove back to the motel an hour later.

"I don't know Dean. I have never seen something like this before. What about you?"

The elder shook his head and he raised his brow when he was desperately looking for answers, but he couldn't remember a single monster that has mutilated his victims like that.

And he had seen more monsters than Sam, because he hadn't taken a hunting break compared to his younger brother to go to Stanford...

"I think we should call Bobby. That's a bit too big for us, don't you think?"

Sam nodded and he shuddered.

The little Abigail no longer went out of his head and he hoped so much that the child was still alive and that they would do it to save her, before this monster could finish his work.

He tried to banish these dark thoughts and looked at the tuft of fur, which he had found in this crime scene as well and which had hung on the victim's hand. Again, it was black as night and full of blood. And Sam had also found a broken fang in the throat of the victim, but he couldn't remember to have ever seen such a weird looking tooth. He was sure that this was not a wolf, a cat or something similar.

But maybe Bobby knew with what they were dealing here...

But even the older hunter had no answers for them when they called him a short time later from their motel room.

Sam and Dean had told him about the incidents, the scratch marks, the tuft of fur, had described the tooth and the condition of the corpse, had even sent him pictures and they had told him about Abigail's disappearance, but no matter how many books Bobby had read, he had no answers for his boys and they continued groping in the dark.

"Should we go back to the crime scene again? Maybe we missed something?"

Dean turned his head to his brother, who was sitting in front of him at the desk and looked at him questioningly.

"We've already seen everything Sam. I don't know what we might have overlooked. This monster is smart and doesn't leave many traces for us...at least none that we could use to locate it."

"But there must be something! Which monster simply disappears after having torn a guy apart?"

"I wish I knew the answer. This case seems to be too much for us Sammy. I have never had to deal with such a thing before. I wish Dad were here now..."

Sam looked at his brother with slight shock in his eyes, because words like these he wouldn't have expected from Dean and he must have been very desperate when he said such a thing, as he had at first resisted accepting help from John.

"We could call Dad and ask him Dean. An attempt is worth it. Perhaps he has seen something like this before?"

Stony silence lay over the room for a moment and Dean seemed to think about it.

Finally he sighed long and loud, sat up and ran his hands through his face before he looked into his little brother's face.

"You are right. We can give it a try. But I'm not very hopeful that Dad will even answer the phone call..."

And Dean had been right, because he tried to call his father ten times that night, but no matter how many of John's phones he had called, he simply didn't answer and eventually Dean threw his phone back onto the small bedside table and lay back on the bed.

"That's crap! We haven't a single indication what it might be, not even Bobby can help us and Dad ignores us. I really don't know what we should do now," he grumbled.

His brother remained silent, seemed to be thinking, but he also had no idea what they could do now.

Finally, Sam stood up and took his jacket, for which he received a raised eyebrow by his brother.

"Where are you going?"

"It's getting late and we haven't eaten anything yet. A little break would do us good, don't you think?"

Even Dean sat up.

"You're right Sammy. You know what? I come with you."

A few minutes later, the two brothers were on their way again.

The sun was already gone and the little town seemed to go to rest as well, because the two didn't see a single person on the street. And no one could blame the people in Morrison for that when such a sinister creature spread fear and terror in this town.

And if Sam and Dean were honest then they also felt not very safe to drive through the deserted streets all alone that night. The sporadic streetlights were already on, bathing the town in an eerie light and even Dean could feel goosebumps rising on his skin and he gripped the steering wheel harder.

Of course, the only diner this town had to offer was on the other side of it.

"I'm glad when we are gone from here," Dean grumbled and his eyes were practically glued to the road.

"Don't talk like that Dean. It's not so bad here."

"Oh really? So you like places which are in the middle of nowhere and in which a bloodthirsty, man-eating monster runs amok?"

"I didn't mean it like that you Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

Sam's mouth twitched slightly upwards and his eyes turned back to the woods to his right.

This town could be idyllic and peaceful if this monster wouldn't be.

Sam could even imagine living in a town like Morrison.

If he would have a normal life of course…

But he hadn't a normal life and inside he knew he would never have one...

"Fuck! What the hell is that?!"

Dean's surprised outcry tore Sam back from his daydreams and his eyes turned to the road ahead and his pupils widened when he saw the monster, which stood in the middle of the street and looked at them from glowing red eyes. Black fur covered his huge body, two long, tattered-looking ears were sticking out of his head, whiskers stuck out on either side of his nose and as it rose up on his long hind legs Sam thought that even he would look small; so huge it was!

"This can't be true!" Dean cursed and he desperately tried to rotate the car on its side to avoid a collision with the monster or one of the trees on their sides.

"Dean! Watch out!"

The Impala turned to the side just before the monster and crashed into the nearest tree.

To Sam's and Dean's luck they only got some bruises from the crash into the tree and nothing more.

"Did you see that?"

Dean's lips and his voice trembled as he stood up from his seat, opened the door and got out of the car. He instinctively reached for the gun in his waistband and pointed it on the road, but the beast was gone.

"I've seen it Dean, but I don't know if I should trust my eyes."

"Believe me Sammy, you can trust them, I have also seen it."

The two brothers looked at each other and disbelief flashed in both of their eyes.

"A goddamn Killer Easter Bunny? Are you fucking kidding me?!"