The Demon's Girl

Chapter 6

Sam's p.o.v

I felt my brain pounding inside my skull, leaving behind a massive headache. I slowly cracked my eyes open, but shut them close again. "Hey," a voice said from a distance. "Hey, wake up." Again, I opened my eyes and blinked away the blurriness of my eyesight. I was expecting to see Dean looking at me and said, "You okay?", but it wasn't. I stared at Pete Wentz in shock, and his dog, Bowie, sniffing my face.

"Oh my god," I sighed.

"You okay?" Pete asked me.

I slowly sat up and he handed me a bottle of water. "Yeah, uh... I'm fine," I replaied shakily. I took a swig of the drink. "Thank, Pete." I looked at him, mortified. "I-uh, I mean-"

"Dude, it's cool. You a fan?" he asked me.

I smiled and nodded. He helped me up and shook my hand. "If I can ask, why are you in the woods at," he glanced at the time on his phone and at me. "10:50 at night?"

I didn't realize that I was out for a such a long time. My memory what had happened to me was just a blur. "My colleague and I were investigating the crime scene," I lied, whipping out my police id. "Officer Damon Smith. We heard about the recent deaths here in Chicago and were told to investigate the area. You wouldn't happen to know the victim, Alex Winston, would you, Mr. Wentz?"

"Call me Pete," Pete said. "And not on a personal level, but my sister does."

I looked at him curiously. "I wasn't aware you had a sister," I replied. Pete chuckled and kneeled down to pet his dog. "Well, she's not my biological sister, but we're extremely close. I've known her since we were kids. Her name's Kim Paisley," Pete exclaimed.

Wait, what? That, I didn't not know. "Alex Winston is, or was, Kim's best friend. The night he died was when she was at a party Alex's sister was hosting, but Alex got drunk and drove Kim here."

"Which is where he died," I added, jotting it down on a notepad. "And Kim didn't say what killed him?"

"Well, no. She said she heard some sort of growl and ran off, leaving Alex behind. When she found him, he was dead."

I nodded and bit my lip. "Pete, can you give me Kim's house address? I'd like to discuss with her about the night Mr. Winston," I said. Pete nodded and jotted down the house address on my notepad. "Well, it was nice talking to you, officer, but I have to get back to my kid," Pete said. "Have a sife night."

"You too, Pete," I said.

Bowie gave me once last look before walking off with Pete. I mentally screamed to myself and I took a deep breath. I just spoke to my idol, Pete Wentz. If Dean was here, he'd probably tease me. I looked up and looked around. Where was Dean?

"Dean?" I called. "Dean!"

I began walking around, looking for my brother. I heard some noises and I grabbed my gun, readying myself. I hid behind a tree, the noises getting louder and louder. It sounded like grunts and... moans?

"Dean," I heard Cas moan.

"That's right, baby. You suck on that dick," Dean moaned. "Fuck!"

I gimanced and quickly walked away, popping in my headphones and blasting out Fall Out Boy. I did not want to hear that. As I made my way to the car, I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one around. I stopped and looked around, but I saw nothing. I turned and saw a silhouetted figure in the distance, an object glinting in the moonlight and bright yellow eyes piercing into my soul. I blinked and searched for the person, but the mysterious person was gone. I shook my head and went to go search for it, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a loud yell.