The man grabbed my arm, and pulled me along with him. I looked back at the Impala, and Sam was already out. I had a large knife under my shirt. It burned against my skin. He fallowed trying not to make noise.
"You're name is Ari?" the man asked, and I nodded. He pulled harder, we turned a corner, and then he knocked on a door. It was dark now. A woman answered the door, and I was thrown in with her.
"She's probably starving," the woman smiled.
"I'll go heck to see if those Winchester boys are fallowing us," the man turned, and left shutting the door with a loud thud. Sam, I thought. The woman tugged me into the next room over. It was a kitchen. The smell of blood hit my nose. My throat felt dry, and my stomach growled. Was I to give in? Give everything up?