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The highway seemed to stretch on forever as the impala zoomed down the blacktop. With Dean at the wheel, it was a wonder that they weren't flying down the road any faster. However, laws in this state were pretty strict, and both brothers would prefer to stay off the radar if at all possible. Looking over to his left, Dean spots Sam, who is buried nose deep in reports they'd been given by Bobby for their case. The sun was starting to go down by the time that Sam finally put the documents aside to inform Dean of what he thought they were dealing with.

'' So what do we got Sammy?'' Dean asked, taking one of his hands off the steering wheel to put in a new tape.

'' It's Sam. And what I've got is a doozy.'' Sam said, placing the last of the papers on the floor for now.

'' Lay it on me.''

'' OK. We've got three deaths in the last week. The first being a man by the name of frank Godrik, found by police beside the road completely mutilated.'' Sam said.

'' Mutilated? How?'' Dean asked.

'' He was sliced up like poultry, and was nearly decapitated as well.'' Sam said.

'' Now that's just gross.'' Dean mumbled. '' What about the other two?''

'' Both were killed the same way. Both Ginnel Holland, and Gregory Signet were sliced up, and partially decapitated.'' Sam said.

'' OK. So we're looking for a wendigo, or maybe a werewolf?''

'' Hard to say. The reports said nothing about a missing heart, or even if there was damage to the chest at all.'' Sam said. '' Plus, a wendigo wouldn't leave what they see as food go to waist.'' Sam said.

'' Good point.'' Dean said. '' OK then. Game plan time.'' Dean mumbled.

'' Research?''

'' You go research, and I'll take care of getting a look at the bodies.'' Dean said.

'' Someone will need to talk to the families. I bet they saw something even if they didn't realize it.'' Sam said, turning to see the next road sign. 

They were now entering the small town of Troy.

 

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Sam rolls up to the house in a borrowed car that he grabbed while at the motel that morning. There was a problem when you could just walk up and steel the key's for a company owned car without a single person noticing. Sam, however, didn't care because it made things easier for Dean and himself.The house where the most recent victim lived was a simple two story building. With a large yard, and driveway with a child sized bike, Sam knew they had planned to live here together. Look how far that got them. Sam walked straight up to the door, straightening his suit out before knocking the door. There was some tromping inside by what sounded like a toddler, or a five year old. When the door opened that proved his suspicion, because there was a young boy standing there.

'' Who are you?'' The boy asked, whipping at the side of his mouth. There was a large chocolate stain there, and the boy was only managing to spread it across his cheek instead of whip it away. He looked up at Sam with these big blue doe eyes, bright with curiosity as they bore into his own.

'' Billy, who's at the door?'' He heard a female voice shout from behind. Footsteps later revealed a young blonde, who had make up running on her face. She was clearly upset over her husbands death, and that made Sam feel sort of guilty for butting in at a time like this. However he needed the information on her husbands final moments.

'' Ma'am. I'm detective Summers from the FBI.'' Sam said,  flashing her his fake badge as she walked to the door. He only held it up long enough for her to get the memo, than stowed it safely inside his suit jacket. '' I need to ask you some questions about your husband.'' Sam explained.

'' You mean Gregory?'' She asked.

'' Please, it's really important that you tell me what ever you saw the night he died.'' Sam said. The lady seemed to freeze up at the slightest thought of telling him. She must've seen something terrible. Then again, her son was right there, so maybe that had something to do with it.

'' OK. Just please, let me get my son out of ear shot first.'' She said, patting her son's shoulder as her other hand raked through her hand.

'' I understand.'' Sam said, giving her a quick smile as she turned to get her son up to his room. Once she was done she led Sam into the house. It was quite small on the inside. The bottom floor was only made up of three room: a living room, kitchen, and a dining room. She led Sam to the living room, were he took a seat on the couch in front of the armchair that she chose to sit in. She offered to grab Sam a drink, but he declined, focused on getting what information he needed, and getting out.

'' So, Miss-''

'' Don't use formalities with me. My names Alice.'' She said.

'' OK then, Alice. Can you tell me what happened the night your husband died?'' Sam asked. Alice fidgeted in her seat, wringing her hands as she spoke.

'' My husband, Gregory, he..... well, it was just like any ordinary night. He got home from work late, so we all had hit the hay earlier than normal.'' She said. '' When I had Billy put to sleep, I tried to fall asleep with my husband. However, he was complaining about something stinging his neck. All that night he said it felt like someone had gouged into his neck with a knife or something. It wasn't until around midnight that we noticed that something was watching us.''

'' Watching you?''

'' Yes. It was... It was just staring at us, from the foot of the bed. It was so strange looking to, like a hairless dog, or monkey maybe.'' A shudder ran through Alice's body at the thought of the creature. '' It's skin was grayish in color, and his eyes were one of the strangest things on the creature.'' Alice suddenly took aback at what she said. '' What am I saying? You must think that I'm crazy or something. That's what they said before.''

'' No, no. It's alright.'' Sam assured her. '' Just tell me what you saw, and maybe I can give you some clarity on it.'' Sam said.

'' OK then.'' Alice continued with her story. '' The creature's eyes were black when we first saw them, but when my husband reached for a flashlight to shine in its eyes they changed. They began to glow white in the flash, and then it seemed to get angry at us. The creature jumped up onto our bed, and rested inches away from my face. My husband griped my arm tightly, and I remember the way that he seemed to panic when it got closer to me. My own heart was racing, but it was even worse than normal panic. I felt like my chest was going to explode from how fast it was racing. Then my breath went nuts, and it was all over then.''

Alice heard a thud from upstairs, and couldn't help to look knowing her son was up there.

'' I felt so scared that I was ready to bolt, so when the creature looked towards my husband I just threw myself off the bed, and ran for my sons room. My husband yelled for me to get Billy out of the house, but I couldn't leave him there alone. So n I had my son tucked safely in my arms I ran back for Gregory, but he was gone.''

'' Do you know where he went?'' Sam asked.

'' No. The window was standing wide open, and there was no trace of him or the creature aside from the covers being torn slightly. He was just gone, and now he's dead.'' Alice mumbled. Sam ran the information through his head again. A creature which was hairless, and had gray skin. Probably about the size of a man, or large dog, but with no name. This was going to be harder than he thought.

'' Ma'am, would it be alright if you showed me the room that you last saw your husband in?'' Sam asked.

'' Of course, but I don't think you'll find anything. I've cleaned up since the incident.'' Alice said.

'' All part of the job ma'am. It's just to make sure.'' Sam explained.

'' Alright then.'' Alice stood from her chair, and led Sam up the staircase to the master bedroom. They passed her sons room along the way, and he just stared at Sam with those blue eyes that bore into him. It was like the kid had something to hide. '' This was our room here. Hope you find what ever you're looking for.'' Alice said.

'' I hope so to.'' Sam mumbled, walking straight in without a second glance. The room was rather spacious compared to the rest of the house. There was enough room on either side of the bed to put a large dresser, but none was actually there. The bed had a pristine white cover on it, but Sam could see where the tear had been from the creature. Alice had a hand for stitching things up, but he could still clearly see where it had been. Aside from the cover being torn there wasn't anything else on the bed, so he moved to the window.

While it was closed there was nothing there, just a plain old window. Then he opened it, and he got some evidence. Right on the bottom of the window pan there were four distinct scratch marks. The marks weren't deep, but they were clearly scratch marks. Sam reached for his cellphone, and snapped a quick picture of the scratches to message to Dean. Sam took another closer look checking for blood, but there was nothing there. He took the EMF from his pocket, and did a quick sweep of the windowsill along with the room for good measure. Nothing was there, so he slid it back into his pocket.

'' The Rake.''

The voice caught Sam off guard. That high pitched little child's voice wasn't supposed to be in there with him. Sam turned to the doorway, seeing Alice's son Billy standing there. He was gripping a stuffed animal to death in one of his hands as he held the other in a fist at his side.

'' What did you say?'' Sam asked, wondering what the boy had to say that was so terrifying to him.

'' He is the Rake. The Rake killed daddy.'' Billy said.

'' The Rake?'' What the hell is the Rake?

'' Billy, what are you doing there?'' Alice finally came in, grabbing her son to pick him up off the ground. Billy snapped out of what ever trance he was in, and fell limp in his moms embrace. '' You need to let detective Summers work so he can catch the guy to took daddy from us.'' Alice said. She glanced over to Sam, giving an apologetic smile as she patted her son on the back.

'' It's no problem.'' Sam said. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a fake business card with his cell number on it. He handed it to Alice, giving her instructions to call if anything happened. She told Sam that she would, and lead him out the door.

He waited until she'd finally closed the door, and he was a good distance away from the car to pull out his cell phone. He pulled up Dean's cell number, and tried to call him. There were about three rings, and by the time that he reached the car Dean's voicemail came up.

'' This is Dean's other other number. You should know what to do.''

'' Dean. I think I may have something here. I'm heading to do  research. Call me when you get this.'' Sam hung up, and began his search for the nearest library.

 

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'' I swear. I've never seen anything like this in my entire life.''

Dean was watching the coroner as he pulled the door for the freezer trolley open. He pulled it out, and Dean was kind of glad to see a tarp over the body because there was some blood that still splashed out when the trolley came to a stop.

'' In all the investigations that I've helped with, this one is the strangest.'' He mumbled. Lifting the tarp, Dean was taken aback by just how bad the body had been mutilated. One, if not both of the mans shoulders were popped out of place, and torn to ribbons. His legs were in the same shape, dislocated, and torn to ribbons. Then there was his neck and head. His head was literally being held on by just a few ribbons of skin, while the rest was a bloody mangled mess that was actually making Dean's stomach churn.

'' Any idea's on what could've caused these sort of wounds?'' Dean asked, almost gagging when the scent of the mans blood wafted up toward him. The iron was so strong smelling that he was taken aback, and a hand flew to cover his mouth and nose.

'' I'd say it was no human. If it was, then it would've been almost impossible to get these types of injuries.'' The coroner said. '' My best guess is some sort of animal attack.'' He said.

'' What ever animal did this really wanted this guy dead.'' Dean mumbled.

'' And it marked him.''

'' Huh?''

'' It marked him. Right here on the right side of his neck.'' The coroner lifted the mans head, and re-positioned the body so that Dean could see the marking of what looked like an R. It wasn't very deep, but it had black and red tendrils stretching out from it. '' My best guess is that someone cut him, or he may have cut himself, but there's no explaining why he looks to have blood poisoning from such a small cut.''

'' Did the other two bodies have this same mark?'' Dean asked, looking away before he lost his stomach. He could handle gory sights, but when you're forced to look at them for the job, and for as long as he had, they get to you. There was a rumbling in his pocket, more or less belonging to his cell phone which was left on vibrate. Sam must've called, so he'd have to try and make this quick.

'' The same marking, and all of them had it on the right side of their neck. It's like a signature, so the same person, or animal must've killed them.'' The coroner explained.

'' Could you show me?'' Dean asked. He hated the idea of looking at the two other bodies, but he had to see with his own eyes that the man was telling the truth.

'' Of course.'' The coroner said, closing the freezer door.

 

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Dean's stepping into the impala when his phone rings for a second time. Pulling it from his pocket, he see's that the caller ID's clearly Sam's, so he doesn't hesitate to pick up.

'' Hello?''

'' Where are you, you didn't return my call.'' Sam said.

'' Relax Sammy. Had my own problems down here.'' Dean said, pushing his keys into the ignition. The impala rumbled to life, the engine roaring loudly as he made for the exit of the parking lot.

'' What did you find?''

'' All three victims were mutilated like you said. However, what we didn't know was that they all had a mark.''

'' A mark?''

'' All three of them had a mark on the right side of their neck in the shape of an R.'' Dean said.

'' An R?..... That can't be good.''

'' What are you thinking Sam?''

'' The latest vic's son told me something about his dad's death. He kept saying it was The Rake that killed him.''

'' The Rake? What the hell is The Rake?''

'' Beats me. Look's like we've got some researching to do.''

'' Where are you now Sam?'' Dean asked.

'' I'm in front of the library. Though I have doubts that we'll find anything on this so called Rake while we're here.''

'' Just try. You never know what you'll find.''

'' Just get over here Dean.''

'' Yeah, yeah. I hear you Sammy.'' Before Sam could make a comment about the name Dean hung up, tossing the phone across the seat. It was only about a five minute drive to the library, and he was going to make it shorter than that.

 

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The library was rather small, much like the rest of the town. When he entered the door he was still in suit and tie, and was given some strange stares by the old librarian sitting behind the front desk. Dean didn't bother going to ask if she'd seen Sam, already getting a good idea where is brother was at when he saw the row of computers through the first doorway. Dean's hunch wasn't too far off, because he did find Sam in that room, but he wasn't on one of the computers. Instead he was hunched over a pile of printed newspaper cuttings. There was a notebook spread open to his right, where he was currently scribbling something down that he couldn't read at this angle.

'' You've really been at it already.'' Dean mumbled, catching Sam off guard. '' I've been gone for all of five minutes and you're already at work.'' Sam looked up to Dean, a look on his face that just screamed what the hell.

'' You've been gone for almost ten minutes Dean.'' Sam said, turning back to the news clippings around him.

'' No I haven't.'' Dean said.

'' Yeah you have.'' Sam said, writing down something else as Dean took a seat across from Sam. Reaching out for one of the news clippings, he found that there was a photo mixed in with all the information. He grabbed the photo, and was pretty disturbed at what he saw. In the photo, on the bottom right corner, there was a rather large creature there. It looked like a deformed human, with thin arms and legs, and it was crouching like some sort of ape. If it weren't for the way that the murders had been committed, he would've said that it was clearly a wendigo. This picture threw that out the window. The creatures eyes were what stood out the most though. It's eyes were glowing in the light from the camera that shot it. The eyes seemed to bore into him, and it made an uneasy feeling settle deep in his stomach.

'' What the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time Sammy?'' Dean asked, setting the picture down.

'' What ever this is, it's not something the hunters have encountered before.'' Sam said. Dean pulled the photo back towards himself, deciding to take a look at when it was taken. The date read February 12, 2003.

 

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The wall of the motel room was littered with the clippings they'd gotten from the library. All of the clippings consisting of reports from sightings over ten years old, or photo's of the creature that people had taken. One of them was the one that Dean had found, which resembled the creature the closest to the reports that they'd found. Dean was right in front of the wall, looking over all the reports himself again, Sam to his left at the only table in the room. Laptop pulled out, Sam was typing away at it to find a page that apparently had a lot of information on this so called Rake.

'' You found that page yet Sam?'' Dean asked, turning towards his brother.

'' I'm not sure if we can even trust this page.'' Sam said.

'' How come?''

'' This page is full of fake stories, and the story on The Rake is one of the top ten on this list.'' Sam said.

'' Well just read it. This may be like when we fought that Tulpa in Texas.'' Dean said.

'' If that's the case then this is going to be a pain to kill.'' Sam mumbled, pulling up the story on the Rake. '' OK. The Rake is one of many stories known as a creepypasta.'' Sam said.

'' Creepypasta. People make up these horror stories for fun?'' Dean asked.

'' Over 1million people love to read these things.'' Sam mumbled.

'' OK then, so what does it say?''

'' It says that the Rake was a strange man like creature that has made appearances through out history. The most recent being over ten years ago, when a couple found it watching them from the foot of their bed. It watched them for a good five minutes, and then ran for their child's bed room. It was too late for their daughter, because the creature had mutilated her by the time that they reached her. Their daughters last words were He is the Rake.''

'' That sounds like what you told me that kid said to you.'' Dean said.

'' I was thinking the same thing.'' Sam said. '' It also says that when in the presence of this figure you may feel worried for it's well being, or scared out of your mind.'' Sam added.

'' So it's like a psychic monster. That's new.'' Dean mumbled. '' Does it say anything about where it may be hiding?'' Dean asked.

'' No. That's about all the information that's on the creature.'' Sam said, closing his laptop. '' So we're flying blind on this one.''

'' We still don't even know how it's picking its targets.'' dean said. '' But I have an idea that it has something to do with that R that's been found on the last three victims.''

'' Maybe. What ever the case, we need to find it before it picks its next victim.'' Sam said.

'' Guns should do fine for this one.'' Dean said. '' The last victim died in the national park, so that's the best place to start our search.'' Dean added.

'' We may want to take more than guns Dean. We don't know if they'll work.'' Sam said.

'' Then we'll take the machete's in the trunk to.'' Dean said.

'' Whatever.''

'' Bitch.''

'' Jerk.''

 

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Adirondack National Park was quite lovely in the setting sunlight. The tree's didn't let much light down to the ground, but if you looked up you could see the changing colors as the sun dipped in the horizon.

'' Why did you bother to bring your friggen backpack Sam? We won't need it.'' Dean said.

'' You never know Dean. We could get lost for all you know.'' Sam said, slipping the bag over his shoulders. '' Plus, I've got provisions if this takes longer than you keep saying it will.'' He added, patting the side of the bag as he reached for the trunk.

'' What ever. This is all that I'll need.'' Dean said, waving his own gun around, and patting the machete strapped to his belt. Sam was kind of surprised that Dean had actually listened when he had mentioned bringing more than a gun. Maybe he was just as worried about the outcome of this hunt as he was. Then again, who wouldn't be after seeing the only true picture of this creature.

'' Sure it is.'' Sam mumbled, stuffing his own gun into his jacket before reaching for the hunting riffle. His machete was already attached to his belt, and he didn't feel like two hand guns would be enough. Dean must've gotten the message as well, because he was reaching for his own riffle as well. A hunters instincts are almost always top notch, and from past experience the brothers had learned when to trust them. Those senses were in full bloom now, and they were trusting them with their lives.

'' That should do it.'' Dean said, shutting, and locking up the impala. Dean hated to leave it out here like this, but he had to do it for the job. '' Let's get going.''

The hiking terrain was ruff to say the least. The few pathways that they traveled were laden with tree roots protruding from the dirt, tree branches, and brush in general. With only the light of the two flashlights they had, they tried their best to hike through the forested area. Dean alone had tripped at least five times on the brush when they'd stepped off the path, and he couldn't even imagine how many times that his brother had either.

Things never took a turn for at least two or three hours. When the moon was finally high in the sky, and midnight had come to pass, they found something.

There was a sound of something cracking over to his right, and wiping his flashlight around he found Sam who had managed to fall from tripping on a large tree branch. Even if they had better lighting, he still would've tripped over it. That root was huge.

'' You alright there Sammy?'' Dean asked, taking a few steps over to Sam, keeping his flashlight trained on his brother the entire time.

'' I'm fine.'' Sam said, groaning as he made a move to stand. Sam groped around for his own flashlight, and found it less than a foot away from himself. However, it wasn't his flashlight. When Sam pulled it up to get a good look at it, he realized that it was actually a stiffened piece of cloth that was covered in rust colored blood. He immediately  dropped it, backing away as it landed in the beam from his flashlight. '' What the hell?''

'' Whoa.... Guess we found where one of them died.'' Dean muttered, flashlight running between Sam, and the brush. Pushing himself up, Sam moved towards the brush, and moved it around enough to see where the bloodied cloth had come from. It was a piece from a torn shirt, which was stiff from the blood that had soaked, and dried in it for at least a day.

'' So we're on the right path then.'' Sam mumbled, reaching down to take his flashlight from the ground. He left the bloody clothing there, hoping that it would just decompose, or stay hidden in the brush. Instead he shone his light on the rest of the brush, and saw that it was trampled down slightly. Something had been dragged through there. Dean walked past Sam, flashing his light on the brush. Something had stood out to him, and when he got a better look he realized what those brown flakes were. It was dried blood, and there was plenty of it there.

'' We've got a path alright. Come on Sam.'' Dean said.

'' Right.'' Sam gripped his gun tightly in his hand as he followed Dean down the path. Neither one of them knew if this may be a trap the creature had set. What ever the case, it was going to lead them straight to it, or at least close to finding it. The beaten pathway went for a good half a mile, and stopped right at the edge of a small drop off. It was only about six feet all together, but the path ended where it started. Dean shone his light down, hoping to find a continuation of the pathway there, but there was nothing.

'' The path ends here.'' Dean mumbled.

'' Guess we're climbing.'' Sam mumbled. When he shone his own light to see if there was a way to just walk down, but he didn't see one. '' You wanna go first?'' Sam asked.

'' I'll guard your back Sammy. Just go already.'' Dean said, putting his flashlight away to hold out his gun. Sam did as Dean said, choosing to jump down since the fall wasn't to far. When he landed it was hard, and he stumbled when his foot caught a root that he hadn't seen before. However, once he was good he was good. Dean came down next, landing just about as steady as Sam had. When he stood he looked out into the tree's, and then he froze.

'' Dean?''

'' What?'' Dean took out his light, and shone it in the direction that Sam was looking. Two bright glowing eyes were staring back at him, and they weren't an animals eyes. Those eyes belonged to something much worse. Sam was stiff as a board beside him, gun raised high towards the creature watching them. Just by looking at it, with the body shape of a man, but the feral instincts of an animal, it was hard to think of this thing as anything but supernatural.

The Rake was watching them, and when Dean made the smallest movement it growled at him. That alone made the strangest feeling run through his body. It was fear, but it was unlike any fear he'd ever felt. This was different, and it was clearly affecting Sam as much as it was himself. Sam's gun was shaking in his hands, and he could hear his brothers breath speeding up.

'' Sam. Shoot.'' Dean mumbled, knowing that if he made a move for his gun the Rake was sure to attack. Sam didn't hesitate, taking a quick breath as he pulled the trigger. The Rake snarled at them, but never moved as the bullet pierced it's head. It never flinched, or even cried out, but he never died either. The Rake sat there snarling as gray blood dripped from the gunshot.

'' No good.'' Sam mumbled.

'' Try the heart.'' Dean said. Sam shot again, and this time the Rake moved. He moved directly towards them. The bullet still hit it's target, dead in the heart, but it never stopped moving. The Rake was on them, snarling and screeching as it pushed the brothers back. The Rake is right on tip of them, one hand on both of them as it leans down to get a good look at them. The Rake is able to get both of their riffles thrown off to the side, just out of arms reach. However, it isn't able to get Dean's pistol. '' Take a face full of lead!'' Dean yelled, ripping the pistol out. Firing off three rounds gets the creature off of him, but it doesn't stay away. It did give them enough time to retrieve their guns.

'' Guns aren't working!'' Sam yelled, reaching for his machete.

'' You think!''' Dean yelled, stowing his pistol back in his belt. He was able to get his own machete back out before the Rake was on him again. The creature got right up into Dean's face, snarling and letting spit fly as it brought a clawed hand down to strike. Dean avoided the attack by bringing the machete up, and slashing at its arm. The Rake howled, jumping off of Dean with it's arm dripping gray blood.

The Rake looked right at Dean, glowing eyes making his anxiety jump once more. It snarled one last time at him, then spun around to find Sam. It didn't take it long to find him, and was bounding towards Sam with in human speed. Dean barely saw it move before it was on his brother. Sam was down, and the hand that clutched to the machete was pinned beside himself.

'' Sammy!''

'' Dean! A little help!?'' Sam yelled, kicking at the Rake when it got to close to his face. There was a burning feeling on the right side of Sam's neck. The Rakes claw was there, carving something into him, and he didn't want to think what it was. Deep down he already knew, it was marking him. The Rake screeched when something came bounding towards them, and was off of Sam in seconds. It ran back into the brush, and disappeared when Dean reached him.

'' You alright?'' Dean asked, extending a hand to help him up.

'' It cut me.'' Sam said, a hand covering the burning mark on his neck. '' It cut me, but I'm OK.'' Dean didn't believe that Sam was alright, but had to when they heard a low growl from somewhere close by. It wasn't an animal, so it had to be it.

'' Back to back.'' Dean said, pressing his back against Sam's. The Rake was taunting them, wanting them to feel fear. There was no doubt in their minds that it was working. Dean was starting to wonder if they should've brought more help with them. Maybe if they'd brought Bobby this would've been easier. Hell, they could've brought the two hunters they'd helped south from here and it would've helped. Too late for that now.

'' What kind of creature is this?'' Sam mumbled.

'' What ever it is, like we've said, has never been faced before.'' Dean said. '' Everyone has to face a monster they've never met before. Guess it's our time.'' There's a growl right off Dean's left side, and turning to see what it is reveals the creature with it's claws aimed for Sam. '' GET DOWN!'' Dean yelled.

Sam hit the ground, giving the creature no time to attack, but Dean enough time to get in a few good licks at the creature. It now had at least two good sized slices in it's chest, and on its neck, but it still wasn't dead. The creature snarled at Dean, and a hand lashed out with claws blazing. There was no time to block it, no time to tell Sam to run or anything. There was only time for the sharp feeling of something cutting into the flesh on his chest, and forcing him back against a tree.

'' Dean!'' Sam watched as the Rake carved into Dean's chest, blood already staining the material of his brothers shirt. Sam ignored the nagging voice that told him to run for his life. His brother was in trouble, and he wasn't going to let that thing kill him. Machete held high, Sam swung it down ripping a new one into the Rakes back. The creature howled in pain as it jumped off of Dean, revealing the wound for Sam to see. The gouges were pretty deep, and were slowly oozing blood onto his clothing as he tried to put pressure on the wound. '' We've got to get out of here!'' Sam said, grabbing Dean by the arm to help him up. Dean was grateful for the help even though he didn't need it. When he was on his feet he took one look at Sam, and horror spread over him.

'' SAM LOOK OUT!'' Sam couldn't dodge this attack. The Rake's claws ripped into Sam's left shoulder as he went down. When the Rake had him on the ground he leaped on Dean again, and left one last set of claw marks on Dean's chest. This time they were much deeper, and his front was soaked pretty quickly with his blood.

'' DEAN!'' His vision was already starting to go from the blood loss. He could still hear Sam calling out to him, screaming his name as his voice grew dimmer.

'' DEAN! HELP, DEAN!'' The Rake had a hold of Sam's foot, and was proceeding to drag him away. Dean could see the fear running across Sam's face. He was completely terrified, and Dean couldn't get to him. His vision gave out when Sam vanished from his sight, and he was pulled into restless unconsciousness. The only thing on his mind being the condition of his little brother.

I'm sorry Sammy. I failed you.