Blood Stains Forever
A teenaged girl screamed in terror as the horrible thing moved towards her. She had no idea what it was. All she new was that it wasn't going to let her out alive. It grabbed a knife and slit open the girl's wrist. She screamed in agony as the blood poured out. To her horrible surprise the thing grabbed its hat off its head and let the blood pour on to it. Then it grabbed the knife and slit the girl's throat. She choked on her blood for a few moments the lights in her eyes flickered off. It moved its hat up so the rest of the blood could soak through the thick copper material. The blood flow lessened as the clock began to strike midnight.
"Dean! Turn the damn music off!"
"You know the rules Sammy!"
"Look Dean! I have a headache and your ancient music has been pounding in my ears for the last 7 hours!"
"Wow! You can tell you haven't been laid in a while." Dean instantly regretted those words.
"Dean I think you're forgetting. I have been laid. Just two nights ago, with the girl I murdered."
"Sam. We are not heading down the guilt road again! It's what she wanted!
"Dean I want to be killed if I turn! You would be so guilty if you actually pulled that trigger you would die. Don't even think about throwing that line on me."
Dean just kept his eyes on the road. He knew his brother was right. Hell, if it were him he would've already thrown a punch at someone. "Okay Sammy. I'm here for you, don't worry because I will never in my life time have to shoot you. And Sam, you're allowed to feel angry."
Sam looked at Dean with a tear rolling down his cheek. "Thanks." He whispered. "So where are we headed anyway?" Sam asked trying to wipe away his tears.
"Black water Ridge, Colorado."
"Why the hell are we going over there again? Not another Wendigo right?"
"No something else. Someone was killed in an abandoned ranger's cabin in the woods."
"Uhhh murder Dean. It's not that uncommon Dean."
"Look smart-ass. The blood was completely drained out of the body and their were no fingerprints or anything but a single hair. They brought it to forensics and it doesn't match the DNA any known to science living thing. The same thing also happened 12 other times, each two weeks apart so far."
"So what are you thinking?"
"I don't know Sammy. I'm ruling out vengeful spirit as the murder weapon was as iron knife. Demon maybe?"
"I don't know. We'll just have to check that out won't we. Now move your ass." Dean said as he pulled into a motel parking lot. "You're going to have a lot of research to do."
Sam rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the car and on to the gravel parking lot. It was going to be a long couple of weeks.