Sam W's Earth. A couple days later. In the woods near Haldale, Maine.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam pulled the Impala to a stop and peered through the darkness at the broken down house on the other side of the wooden gate, feeling the presense of Them plainly. She sat there for a moment, watching for signs of movement, but only saw a fairy gopher bounce across the weed-grown driveway.

"They're all inside." She opened her door and got out, throwing up one last prayer for a quick, clean job.

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[i_salted_dean]

A glowing form turns to look at them, its young woman's face contorting as it hisses at them and turns to flee.

[transgenic-zack.livejournal.com]

Zack gives a low almost inaudible growl and heads off after it sure that Sam's following.

[i_salted_dean]

She's right at his heels. "The ones upstairs are going to be down here as soon as we start shoot...." Her gun whips up and goes off. "...Ing."

A frown. "They're not attacking."

[transgenic-zack.livejournal.com]

He stops and scents the air. Looking up he goes quiet before looking over at her. "They're going to ambush us."