God..We're Waiting

The Devil I Called Sam Winchester

April 5th, 2009

"What about this? Kent, Ohio; 26 year old attorney suspected of mass murder of her three friends."

Dean chuckles in a smirk, raising his Sol bottle to his mouth.

"Sam? What do we hunt?"

Sam gives him a questioning look.

"Creatures, all right? Monsters! Demons..do you hear murderers anywhere on that list?" Dean points out, jerking his bottle forward as he motions his hand whilst he speaks.

Sam's forehead wrinkles as he furrows his eyebrows.

He throws the newspaper onto a pile of read newspapers in defeat.

"Lighten up, Sammy." Dean says to his brother before taking another gulp of his drink.

"Dean, it's been two months!" Sam proclaims. "We've had no hunts in two months!"

Dean swallows, "Yea, so?"

"Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Dean spots a tall brunette in the distance. "You're the odd one, Sammy."

Dean takes another gulp before heading her way.

Sam looks on incredulously at his brother's turned back. It's strange how accustomed he is with Dean's attitude but it still shocks him.

Sam stops. Something had caught his eye. A figure.

Dean glances over to give his brother a snobbish look, after the brunette playfully touches his chest when he notices his brother holding his head in agony.

Sam's agonizing aches are followed by visions of a figure lurking around the bar. Just too dark for him to make out a face, or clothing, or anything.

Dean looks over at Sam once again, then back at the chick as if deciding whether to get up from his seat or not. He sighs and excuses himself from the girl and makes his way over to his brother.

"Sam- Sam, you alright?" He touches Sam's shoulder.

"Aagh!" Sam holds his head for a while longer before letting go.

"Something.. something's in here." Sam breathes, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden blinding light.

"What did you see?"

"I don't know."

Dean looks around for anyone or anything suspicious and draws his mouth closer to Sam's ear, his tone a little impatient, now, "What do you mean you don't know? You had a vision, didn't you?"

"Yea, it was too dark. Couldn't see a face. It was human though...a human form."

"Think it could be someone here?" Dean asks.

"No. It was dark, Dean. Evil. I felt it."

"What does it want?" Dean asks.

Sam looks at his brother solemnly and gulps, "You."

Sam gathers his papers, warning Dean that they had to be on the run immediately.

"Why run? I say we kill the son of a bitch," Dean informs his brother.

Sam doesn't say another word and heads to the car.

Dean briskly follows Sam outside of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean yells, raising both arms out away from his body.

"Kent, Ohio. Kent, Ohio. Kent, Ohio," Sam chants, paying no attention to Dean and getting into the car, proceeding to spot a flashlight on his papers."

Dean pulls out his gun when he hears a noise. He scans all around him, the gun gripped firmly with both hands.