Now that Pyramid Head was out of the way (at least temporarily), Sam found himself spending a little more time away from Heather's bedside. He visited daily, of course, and usually dropped by during the evenings to keep her company through the night, but Sam didn't stick around twenty-four hours anymore. He couldn't; not while there were demons and vampires and all sorts of supernatural beings attacking what few innocent people that Los Angeles still had living within it's city limits.
He'd picked up a lead from someone on a vampire nest and had just finished checking the place out. Small house, lots of basement room, and no one inside for him to greet. Sam shoved his lockpick set away into his jacket and started walking, fingers reaching into his back pocket for his phone so that he could call Dean up and fill him in on what he was about to get himself into. But then, of course, Sam heard something from ahead of him and frowned. The sound of someone moving out there, alone in the dark. Talking? To who? Sam generally ignored civilians, but there was just something there. It was late. And it was dark. There wasn't anyone around right now.
Except for whoever it was that was out there now.
Sam moved forward, hand reaching toward the side of his jacket for the gun that he had brought with him. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" He moved forward, pausing just under a streetlight as he squinted ahead in an attempt to see into the dark.