🎶: 'Hurt' by Johnny Cash

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"NO! DON'T PLEASE!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, "Don't hurt him! PLEASE!"

You watched as the strange man who was bent over was going to take a bite from the man that lay unconscious on the carpet. The strange man looked at you with a smirk then raised his hand.

You were knocked into the wall, unable to move.

"PLEASE-"

You tried to speak but you weren't able move your mouth. You couldn't breath any more, you feared that you'd suffocate.

The strange man extracted something from the other that glowed blue. It floated in the air then landed into his mouth.

You tried your best to shout out for help but you couldn't.

CRUNCH!

You watched as he took out the man's heart and you broke into tears, muffled sounds coming out of your mouth.

And you watched him... continue eating up-

You screamed yourself awake, looking around the room with panic while you held onto the pistol in your hand. It was your brother's but after what happened last night, you took it for yourself for defense.

You hugged onto your covers tightly. Even though the bedroom lamp was on, you couldn't gather the courage to turn it off after last night. You still hallucinated shadows, staring at you and standing right next you your table. At one point you swore you saw a figure standing outside your window, the curtains blurred the identity of the person.

You started to cry silently, no one was going to come to keep you calm. No one was left with you.

And you'd probably stay like that forever.

*****

DING! DONG!

You opened the main door to find two guys standing there, all suited up with sad smiles on their faces. You raised an eyebrow and squinted at them slightly.

"Hi, are you [y/n] [y/l/n]?" The long haired one asked and you nodded, asking them why they wanted to know.

"Agents Presly and Sinatra," The other one, shorter in height, informed and both the men showed you their FBI badges. You sighed, a bit surprised to find them there.

The long haired one noticed your grief and asked, "Can we come inside?" You moved out of the way and smiled at them, gesturing for them to come in.

The men looked around the house then walked into the living room. "You've come about my brother right? I've already talked to the police," You rubbed your face.

"It's just routine Ms. [y/l/n]. We like to be thorough," The shorter one said and you nodded. "Please, call me [y/n]," You told, making an effort to smile.

You told the men about the whole incident. It was exactly like how you dreamt about it, eerie, painful and horrifying. You trembled as you talked about it, tearing up a bit.

"I-I don't have anyone with me anymore. [y/b/n] was all I had and now... now he's gone," You wiped the tears om your cheeks and sighed.

The long haired one held a tissue box closer to you and you smiled, pulling one out. "We're very sorry for your loss," He said then looked at the other agent, "Well try our best to find the person responsible."

They stood up and you followed their action. "Uh agent?" You said and they turned around, "I-I saw... nevermind."

The men looked at each other then stepped closer to you. "[y/n] you can tell us anything. We won't think you're crazy, promise," The long haired one said and you took a deep breath.

"The person... the thing bent over my brother and sucked out-" You held your head, "Gosh I sound crazy! I'm probably crazy, I'm sorry."

"No you're not [y/n]. We will believe you, trust your eyes," The short one shared and you nodded, fidgeting with your hands. "The thing sucked out something bluish-white in colour from my brother, something that looked like it's from a fantasy story. Then he... I watched the th-thing eat him. What sicko does that?!" You explained and the agents looked at each other suspiciously, slightly horrified.

"We will look into it [y/n]. Thank you so much for your time," The short one said and turned around. "Look, I'm not crazy. I'm completely sane, that thing was... the problem!" You stated firmly, trembling a bit.

"Hey, we don't think you're crazy at all. We believe every word you've told us, honestly," The long haired one said and you nodded slowly, stabling yourself.

You showed the men to the door then locked it after they left. You stood against it for a few months, breathing in and out to try to calm the memories that played in your head.

*****

Later that day...

You just finished washing the dishes after you had dinner. You dried your hands with the towel on the dining table chair then started to walk upstairs.

GRRRR!

You heard a low growl, something that definitely did not sound human. You ran up to get your gun from your bedside table then slowly creeped down the stairs, eyes darting to every single corner, back and front, left and right.

CLANG!

One of your metal pots fell to the floor, higtening your distress in the situation. You reached the bottom of the stairs, the slab of wood creaked a bit and you winced, hoping that it wouldn't draw any attention.

Someone's here with me, it better not be that 'thing' that killed [y/b/n], you thought.

You stood against the wall that divided the main corridor and the kitchen and peeked in. A shadow passed your eyes in a flash, you could feel your heart thump in your chest out of fright.

You swallowed hard, scared to death, then pointed the gun straight ahead, keeping your finger closer to the trigger. The gun shook slightly in your hands, you shut your eyes for a moment-

THUD!

You were pushed to the wall, hitting your head then falling to the floor. You lay on your side, your vision blurred. You struggled to reach your gun that was a few feet away.

A figure walked into the kitchen, it's loud and heavy footsteps made the floor vibrate.

You tried to make out who it was but-

Loud gunshots echoed around the room, causing you to cover your ears. A man walked into the kitchen, pointing his gun at the mysterious figure while another man held your arms and helped you up.

"[y/n], come on. We need to go!" He yelled and you looked at him with shock and confusion.

"Agent?!" You questioned. It was the long haired agent and his short partner who had come to help you. "DEAN LOOK OUT!" The guy yelled to the other but it was too late. The short agent was knocked back to the floor.

"Take this and shoot if needed," The long haired agent gave you a gun and pushed you back slightly to the wall. He helped 'Dean' up then shot at the figure.

It screamed and cried in agony, it appeared as if it was melting by the bullets.

The two guys ran out of the kitchen and you followed. You opened the main door and ran to a car, the same car they had drove in when they came to ask you questions.

One of the guys chanted something loudly then threw a bag filled with some sort of liquid at the figure. "SAM, NOW!" 'Dean' yelled and the other guy threw a lighter at the creature.

It was engulfed in flames, you covered your ears as it shrieked and cried. You backed away, as far as you could till you bumped into the door of the black car.

You turned around, fright in every fibre within you. "Hey, you okay?" 'Sam' asked and you looked at him, startled.

"I-I..."

"Sam we got to go," The shorter agent looked alarmed as he watched the creature stand back up, as if the flames didn't affect it at all. You weren't sure about their names yet.

'Dean' rushed into the car and started it up. You sat in the back while the other guy sat in the passenger seat.

THUD!

The creature slammed onto your window, its sharp nails trying to claw its way inside. You screamed a bit and thankfully the car sped off. You could breathe again.

"What the HELL was that?!" You shouted, looking through the back window then glancing at the driver and his side passenger.

"[y/n], were Sam and Dean Winchester," He gestured to himself first then to the guy next to him, confirming the doubt you had of their names, "We're brothers and were not the FBI."

You sat back, deciding not to rant out about being chased by some psycho thing and being lied to about these... whoever they are, being FBI.

"We hunt monsters, like the one you just saw. That was no human," Dean said, upon not receiving any response. He looked at you through the rear view mirror and you took a deep breath.

"It's best if you stay with us now. You don't have anyone and you should learn to defend yourself from these types of things, we have resources," Sam said with a kind and slightly sad voice.

You nodded, taking a minute to process everything. You had a million questions in your head: Who are these guys? Who taught them about this stuff? Why are they helping you? Why can't they just talk about monsters openly?

But you only thought about asking them one question.

"What was that thing back there?" You questioned, looking back at the endless dark and empty road. Sam looked at his brother then looked to his hands.

"It's something complicated... we have a lot more to explain before we can get to that."