She was walking by him in the dark alleys of the park. She was holding onto his arm for dear life. Deep in herself she regretted going out, after all the horror movies they had seen, now they were going deeper and deeper. The shadows were getting thicker and she got the feeling they were even moving. At last they reached the small deserted building which looked like a chapel. He burst through the door with a solid kick, but she stopped.

- What, are you scared? – she nodded slowly. – Ok, if you want, wait for me here. – with that he disappeared into the darkness. Somewhere behind her a twig snapped, the shriek of a bird echoed through the air, she couldn’t take it anymore, so she ran into the building and straight into him. He hugged her and his lips found hers, his hands roaming over her body and leaving burning spots in their wake. Maybe it wasn’t such a crazy idea to come here and seek the shelter of the night. Suddenly she felt a dull throbbing pain in her back, she couldn’t muster the strength to scream with him kissing her and then he left his lips welling up with blood, he pulled back startled and loosened his hold, the girl fell in his feet and towards him started to creep a black shadow. It was coming closer and closer. His scream shattered the silence of the small park.

***

The sun was rising high in the sky, its glow filling the motel room. Dean was sleeping like a log with his hands under the pillow and his nose buried in it. Sam was on his computer when he stumbled across an interesting article about a bay in a girl found shredded to pieces in a small chapel in a country park. It was the third case for the year. It seems they were going to hit the road again. If he managed to wake the Sleeping Beauty, of course. Sam approached his brother’s bed and gently shook him.

- Dean, wake up! – his brother only mumbled something and his nose sunk further into the pillow. This time Sam shook him harder. No result. Okay, it wasn’t gonna work like that. It was time to pull the big guns out. He looked around, but couldn’t find a glass anywhere, they were in a really crappy motel today. In this moment his eyes fell upon a tall vase filled with artificial flowers. He grinned, the Sleeping Beauty didn’t have a chance. He crept into the bathroom and filled the vase with ice-cold water. He stood by Dean’s bed and nudged him again, nothing. Sam shrugged, what the hell, he should have woken up the first time.

Dean was deep into Morpheus’ world, some chick was dancing right in his face with very little clothing, far away from any demons, angry spirits and shit like that. She bend over him and he was about to ask her to give him her phone number when a whole bucket of water splashed on his head. Suddenly the chick faded away, he jumped in bed, the sheets were making wet sounds around him and it was COLD. He was going to kill Sam.

- Dude, are you out of your fuckin’ mind? – his big brother was enraged. He looked awfully funny tangled in the wet sheets, droplets of water were dripping from his hair and he was still blinking rapidly, trying to come around. – What the fuck was that? – Dean started do advance on him threateningly and Sam backed away towards the bathroom.

- Dude, you were sleeping like the dead! Did you expect me to wake you with a kiss like the Sleeping Beauty? – Sam’s last words cleared the last sleepiness from his brother, the younger one didn’t have time to blink before his brother was across the room, tripping in the wet sheets and tackled Sam into the bathroom. Now Sam was standing fully clothed in the shower and Dean was giving him his most charming smile as he turned the cold water faucet.

- Good morning, Sammy – Dean smirked and turned the faucet more while he didn’t allow Sam to escape with his other hand. Now it was Sam’s turn to feel the freezing coolness on his body and clothes.

- Fuck, Dean! You were only in your boxers!

- Stop bitching, honey, at least you got a free shower.

- Jerk.

- Bitch!

Sam had piled his wet clothes in a corner and was putting on new ones. His brother looked at him and decided to talk, the little one was pissed that he showered him with his jeans and shirt on.

- So, honey, tell me why you decided to soak me in the bed?

- I found us a job. A small park in a God-forgotten town, they have found a dismembered couple for the third time this year.

- Ok, let’s go there and see. – Dean grabbed his duffle and headed towards the door. Sam followed him while trying to gather his wet clothes from the floor.

***

She had arrived in town early in the morning. She was used to the heaviness of her duffel. God, if someone could see what was in it, nobody would have given her a ride. She opened the laptop and read the article one more time. She had to figure out what that thing was before anyone else got hurt. She was going to start after her morning coffee.

***

The Impala stopped in front of the local cafe. Dean and Sam got out and headed towards the entrance. The younger one was glaring daggers at his brother, he still hadn’t forgiven him for the shower accident. They entered and looked around. The place was empty, except for the waitress and a young girl. Dean put on his charming smile and approached her.

- Do you mind if we join you? – she only nodded without taking her eyes off the laptop screen she had in front of her. She was dressed in a white lace top and a knee-long white skirt. The young woman lifter her eyes when she heard sneezing. She looked at them questioningly with her bright eyes.

- Where the hell did you manage to catch a cold in this hot weather? – her gaze bore into Sam. Dean looked confused, first she hadn’t looked at him and secondly her talking didn’t match the white outfit and the pink laptop.

- My moron brother decided to stick me in the shower with my clothes on! – whined Sam. She laughed and looked at Dean.

- I used to do the same with my sister. – her gaze darkened. Dean decided to break the silence.

- Have you noticed anything strange in town recently?

- Dude?! – Sam was amazed how cross his brother can be.

- No problem. – she calmed Sam down and a brown strand of hair slipped from her ponytail trailing down almost to her waist. – Actually I arrived this morning – she kicked the black duffel under the table. – What brings you here?

- Well, we’re brothers and we’re on a road trip.

“Shit” – thought she. She had agreed for them to join her because she thought they were locals and could know something. If she didn’t have work to do, she would gladly stay and chat with there cuties but she was running out of time and she had to go to the library and book a room in the motel.

- I’m sorry. I have to go – she smiled at them and left the brothers to stare with their mouths hanging open on the table.

- Dude, she didn’t even pay her bill! – growled Dean in exasperation.

***

The two had booked into the hotel and now they had to visit the library. They had no idea what they were dealing with, all they knew was that it liked to party with couples and leaves a little intact behind. Dean decided to leave his brother to deal with the old librarian, with his damn puppy dog eyes nobody could resist him, even he. He approached the small reception, the smell of old books swirled around him.

- Excuse me, where can I find the Urban Legends files? – Sam plastered his best charming look on. The old lady looked at him and regretted she couldn’t help him much.

- They were taken earlier today, but if you want, you can use the two computers in the small room. – Dean narrowed his eyes, who the Hell needed these records anyway?

- Thanks. – Sam nudged his brothers towards the two computers. – Great! – groaned Winchester. – Before them stood two ancient machines with didn’t look reliable at all. He was praying the information on them could help with their job.

They sat in front of the two monitors and began to search. This was ridiculous, here was stored every event in the city’s history it was going to take forever to go through it all. Dean wanted to find whoever took the records and break his fucking neck, he hated computers. He spent more than an hour gazing into the monitor and his eyes were beginning to sting. Sam sighed heavily and cursed loudly.

- Sh-h-h-h-h! – came the librarian’s voice.

- Sorry! – Sam bent forward and started whispering to his brother. – Dude, these people have stored everything here. And this is the weirdest town we’ve been to. It was a demon nest, witches and God knows what else! How the Hell are we going to find this thing?

- Okay, dude, we continue searching for someone or something that is connected to the disappearance and violent death of young couples, otherwise we’re stuck. – he gazed into the monitor. – Sam, I think I found it! The small chapel the bodies were found in was owned by a French priest who practiced necromancy, he sold his soul to the Devil and then began to make sacrifices to him by eating and killing young couples! God, that’s just gross.... That all happened 200 years ago. The body was never found it is mentioned that somewhere in town is located the contract he signed with his own therefore selling his soul. Strange, no body!

- What are we going to do now, Dean?

- We go and check out the chapel – Dean printed the article.

***

She had her nose buried in the dusty old archive she picked from the library. She had spent the whole day turning page after page. She had used all her charm to persuade the old lady to let her take the enormous box outside, but she had managed. She was starting to get tired and the nasty smell coming off the pages was gagging her. Suddenly her eyes brightened up “That’s it!”, thought she. Pulled off her white clothes and got her black leather pants from the big duffel bag, struggled her way in a black blouse with short sleeves which didn’t reach her bellybutton. She loved it and it hugged her breasts in a delicious way. It was dark outside, she assumed that the town’s people didn’t like to take late walks. She attached a small leather knife sheath to her hip and in the back of her belt she stuck her trusted Desert Eagle full of the only bullets on the world that were going to help her – the salt ones. She was ready, so she grabbed her tight leather jacket and headed out the door which closed with a loud bang behind her.

***

Sam and Dean were already in the chapel looking at the traces of what was left. Everything was splattered in blood, the EMF detector in Dean’s hands was silent but suddenly the lights started flickering, it wasn’t off scale, but it was catching some activity. He looked over his shoulder and saw nothing. Just the empty chapel and Sammy next to him. Something made a noise and they turned around, two green eyes were watching them through the darkness, Dean looked at the detector in his hands, it was catching only weak signals, but not what he expected. “Fuck, it must be broken or something”, cursed he in his head. The green eyes were staring at them and weren’t moving. The thing took a step forward, it was dressed in what looked like a robe almost touching the ground, there was no face under the hood, just two poisonous green eyes glowing, the two brothers stepped backwards gripping their weapons tight, the thing in front of them roared, the smell of decaying flesh perfumed the air, it lifted its hand ready to attack, in the silvery light of the moon they could make out some sort of long blades instead of fingers. Dean lifted his salt gun and emptied the clip in the thing, it roared even more threateningly swung and sent Dean crashing into the wooden wall. If it had used the blades, he would have been gutted like a Thanksgiving turkey.

- What the fu... – panted Dean, the salt wasn’t working. It had made a hole into the thing’s belly, but a mist formed over it and the robe reattached itself. Sam was getting the feeling the gun loaded with silver bullets wasn’t gonna do any good either, the thing had silver on its hands, for Christ’s sake! He decided to try anyway and emptied the clip but the only result was that the eyes glowed more brightly, the thing shot its arm out and the younger brother flew through the chapel. Sam felt the impact of his body with the wall. It hurt like a bitch and the thing was furious enough to advance menacingly on them. It lifted its hand again and this time wanted to use the blades, it was going to pin him to the wall like a butterfly. Dean gathered his strength, what the hell was that bastard, the salt and silver couldn’t help, he pulled the iron knife out, all the other weapons were in the car, swung and stuck it to the hilt in the thing’s back before it could shred Sam’s chest to pieces. This time the shriek was so horrible that the two brothers shuddered involuntarily. Sam was already on his feet.

- Run, Dean! – he pushed his brother forward.

The two rushed through the trees of the park. They couldn’t wrap their minds around what that thing was, it seems like the job just got a lot trickier. They could hear the heavy footsteps of the thing chasing them, they were close to the Impala now and with a single leap were in, scurrying away as fast as possible.