Takes place after "Provenance". Sequel to "Not What It Seems". Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize.


BAM! Dean Winchester grunted as he felt his back connect with a wall. He tried to get up, but the street was spinning and the older Winchester decided that now wasn't the time to fight the merry-go-round of images. Okay, Dean. Getting up is a bad idea. Just stay down, he thought fuzzily.

"DEAN!" his brother Sam cried. There was no answer. He let out a shot as he agonizingly got up, ignoring his own torment from when the thing had decided to play Freddy Kruger on his back and the creature hissed in pain, but it kept advancing. Sam's eyes darkened. There was no way this thing would kill him or his brother. He wouldn't let it. More bullets came until the thing was dead. Sam watched as it disentigrated and then ran to his brother.

"Dean, you okay?" he asked.

"Heck of a save, little brother," came the response. Sam let out a little laugh of relief. Then, he smacked his brother.

"Hey!" Dean protested.

"You scared me! Don't do that!" Sam exclaimed.

"Sorry, man. Not like I planned it," Dean apologized with a grunt. "Help me up," he continued. Sam did so.

"Come on. Let's get outta here," Dean said.

"I'm for that," Sam agreed. The two walked out of the street and to where Dean had parked his 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam grunted as his back made contact with the seat.

"You better not be bleeding," Dean warned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just drive," Sam told him. Dean did as he was told and drove out of the town as fast as he could.