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Isabella was overwhelmingly horrified. She was paralyzed in place as the rabid looking shadow bats encircled her like a spinning vortex, causing her hair to fly wildly around her and her dress wave around. She cupped her mouth, though the gesture was pointless because no sound was emitted. Wings scraped against her arm, but the cut wasn't deep enough to draw blood. Then the explosion of Dean's gun dispersed the horde, and she felt herself being shoved to the ground. She dug her face into the dirt, shutting her eyes and listening to the chaos unfolding around her at lightspeed.

She heard Dean groan with pain and immediately she looked up, her fear heightened but adrenaline starting to pump through her veins again. Her eyes were glossy and her brows furrowed as she watched him helplessly, feeling immensely stupid that she couldn't help. And then, to her utter terror, she saw the bats mutate into the face of a humanesque face, though Isabella knew it certainly wasn't. Her eyes widened, but still, she couldn't scream. And then the creature cackled, addressing them both but Isabella specifically by her name, heightening her fear.

"Dean!" she cried, as she wobbled to her feet. She felt a comforting arm pose as a shield, as she felt considerably more safe, though it wasn't saying too much.

And then the bats morphed into the figure of a boy, and Dean almost instinctively shot it; there was an explosion of black and crimson, a cackle, and then the boy was gone. This left the two teenagers in a post traumatic daze- well, Isabella more than Dean, who actually seemed very composed- and huffing. Trembling, Isabella put her hands around Dean's arm, almost as if she were clutching him to her heart.

"What...what the hell was that?" she whispered shakily. "Dean, how did it know my name?"