Shadow put his hood up and started for the door as he turned to look at Dean with a blank expression on his face.
"So… are you coming?"
Dean got up and ran with Shadow across the road. They followed the screaming to a house near the entrance of Roanoke. Dean knew what was going on, the same thing happened to John on his last day in Roanoke. John had heard some screaming from the house next door and he went to check it out and found James dead. Dean felt like they we're going to find someone's body decomposed and rotting with maggots and flies all over it, hovering above it.
Shadow flung the door open and pulled out a long-bladed weapon. Dean walked in, following behind him.
"Oh Deany boy I didn't know you we're going to bring a friend to the party"
Shadow looked around the darkroom. Dean couldn't see a thing. It was too dark. Dean knew where this was going but he wanted to try and save whoever lived there.
"Where are you, are you too scared to show yourself!!!"
Shadow yelled. Dean wanted to find the lantern to light up the room but Shadow held his arm so tight it could've cut off the circulation. Dean stood by Shadow, his legs shaking with fear, Dean knew he shouldn't be afraid but he was because he knew that this was real and not a dream.
"I'll like to get to know you, I haven't seen you before what is your name"
Shadow continued to look around the room, his blue eyes glowing brightly. Dean's knees buckled underneath him and he almost fell but he regained his balance. Shadow continued to look around the room. Shadow didn't speak, he didn't even make a noise, his movements were so clear and gentle.
"Fine don't tell me, I'll find out sooner or later"
IT jumped down from the rafters and landed with a loud thud. Dean's heart skipped a beat when IT hit the ground. Shadow stepped forward a little bit, one of his eyes were blue and the other was purple.
"Oh so scary your eyes can glow ...but so can mine."
IT changed to something horrifying, something extremely terrifying that Dean wanted to run but he didn't. Its mouth opened wide with thousands of rows of teeth. One of his hands grew big with claws and his other stayed the same, but Dean could see that on his hand there was some blood.
"You think that will scare me"
Shadow said. Dean could see that Shadow was ready for a fight. Shadow's left started to glow brighter Dean could see a blue flame coming from his eye. Dean took a step back, his jaw dropped as Shadow charged at IT. Shadow dropped his sword and jumped towards IT. Shadow bit into Its shoulder. It didn't even flinch; he grabbed Shadow and threw him to the ground. Shadow landed with a thud. Dean heard one of Shadow's bones crack. Shadow stood up, his shoulder broke, his arm was just hanging. Shadow grabbed his arm and popped his shoulder back in place with a loud crack.
"You got to do better than that"
Shadow said as he spits blue blood out of his mouth. Dean was trembling. He was so scared, he thought he was going to die that night. It ran at Shadow, Shadow was too fast for It as he dodged without even thinking. Shadow grabbed out his dagger from its holster on the side of his pants. He gripped it tightly, grabbed It, and shoved the dagger up Its side into his lungs. Shadow twisted the knife inside of Its body pulling it out and blood gushed out of the wound. Dean could see that the blood wasn't red it was black and instead of falling to the ground, it floated up. Shadow shoved the knife again and again into Its side. It never even flinched.
"Don't you see boy... that doesn't hurt me"
In a flash, its clawed hand grabbed Shadow by the neck, beginning to squeeze his neck tightly. Blood started to drip from Shadow's mouth. Dean heard Shadow's ribs crack as It slammed his fist into Shadow's stomach. Dean was petrified and very, very scared.
"You can't let him die, if he dies it's on your hands so help him"
Dean looked around for something then he saw Shadow's sword. Dean ran over to try to pick it up.
"Dean don't it'll kill you only the blood of a demon can pick the sword up"
Shadow said, but Dean couldn't hear him from all the noise and screaming. Dean grabbed the sword and picked it up trying to hold it steady. As he picked it up it slipped and cut his hand. Dean dropped the sword and it fell on some of Shadow's blood. Dean then picked the sword back up as Dean could feel Shadow's blood, it was as cold as ice. Dean felt the cold sensation of Shadow's blood touch his hands as it slithered down his hand into his open wound.
Dean turned with the sword to see It beating Shadow. Dean charged at It and raised the sword above his head and brought it down onto Its shoulder. It screamed in pain as Dean pulled the sword out and raised it above his head to strike again but when he brought it down It was gone. Shadow laid them on the floor.
"Shadow!"
Yelled a voice Dean had not heard before. In the doorway stood a man around the same age as Shadow. He was tall with streaks of red in his hair, he had a red, a red and black sweatshirt, jeans, and had a large dagger on the side of his belt.
"What did you do to my brother!!!"
Asked the figure as he moved into the house. Dean didn't know what to say. The figure ran at Dean as it disappeared and reappeared behind Dean pressing the dagger to Dean's throat. Dean could feel the sharp blade pressing against his neck looking at Shadow and then back at the figure.