The night was quiet except for the crunch of boots on gravel.
Sam and Dean Winchester had been tracking rumors of a "demon girl" for days. A slaughtered town, corpses torn apart, whispers of a monster with too many eyes — it all reeked of something unnatural.
Dean adjusted the shotgun slung across his back, muttering, "Another freak experiment, huh? Always some nutjob scientist who thinks they can play God."
Sam frowned, scanning the darkened street with his flashlight. "From the reports… she's not just some lab rat, Dean. People said she looked like a girl."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, right. So did that shifter in Philly. Still had to put a bullet in its head."
They rounded a corner into the ruins of the town square — and froze.
The smell hit them first. Rot. Blood. Old gore baked into the cobblestones.
Then came the sound.
A laugh. Soft at first. Then jagged, broken, spiraling into hysterics.
She stepped out of the shadows barefoot, hair wild, clothes torn and stiff with dried blood. Her extra eyes glowed crimson in the dark, and behind her, the shadows writhed and shifted, tentacles coiling and uncoiling, their mouths dripping black saliva.
"Um… h-hello there…" Miyu whispered, her lips trembling into a grotesque smile. "I… hope I don't scare you…"
Dean raised his pistol instantly. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
Sam's jaw tightened. "Dean—she's just a kid—"
But Miyu's laughter cut him off. "No… not a kid… not anymore…" Her voice trembled, then broke into a scream. "I'm a monster!"
The shadows lunged.
Sam shoved Dean out of the way as a tendril smashed into the ground, cracking the stone where they had stood. Dean rolled, firing a round of consecrated iron straight into the mass — it tore through black flesh, making one of the mouths shriek, but the wound healed almost instantly.
"Great," Dean muttered. "Tentacle girl's got regeneration."
Sam drew a sigil on the ground, chanting a banishing phrase, but Miyu screeched and sent three tendrils slamming toward him. He barely managed to dodge, but one caught his side, flinging him into a wall with bone-crunching force.
"Sammy!" Dean fired again and again, but the shadows deflected the bullets like swatting flies.
Miyu moved with jerky, unnatural speed, her eyes flashing as she cornered him. "Kill… eat… destroy…" she muttered, her voice overlapping with the whispers of the tendrils.
Then she struck.
Dean barely managed to raise his knife — a silver blade etched with sigils. The tendril wrapped around it, hissing as smoke rose from the wound. Miyu screamed, clutching her head, the extra eyes rolling wildly.
The voices inside her shrieked.
> They will kill us. Tear them apart. FEED.
But for one fractured moment, she hesitated.
Sam, bloodied but conscious, saw it. "Miyu! You don't have to be this! Fight it!"
Her hands trembled. Her lips quivered. For half a second, her human eyes welled with tears.
Then the whispers drowned her again.
The tendrils roared, slamming both hunters into the ground. Dean coughed blood, Sam groaned in pain. But before she could finish them, Dean pulled a flash grenade from his jacket and yanked the pin.
The burst of holy light filled the square.
Miyu shrieked as her shadows recoiled, smoking, her extra eyes burning red as if boiling inside her skull. She staggered, clutching her face, her scream echoing into the night.
When the light faded, the Winchesters readied themselves for the final strike — but Miyu was already gone.
The shadows dragged her broken body into the darkness of the forest, her sobs fading with her.
The square fell silent again, leaving only the hunters in the wreckage.
Dean spat blood and groaned. "Well… that was new."
Sam stared into the dark where she had fled, his expression grim. "She's dangerous, Dean. But…" He hesitated, lowering his weapon. "I don't think she wanted to kill us."
Dean scoffed, but the doubt flickered in his eyes too.
Somewhere in the forest, Miyu curled into herself, her laughter and sobs tangled into one broken sound.
She had fought. She had lost. She had fled.
And now, for the first time… she was being hunted.