Plot: Dean reluctantly follows Sam on a hiking trail through the Wind River Range that is haunted by a Konaki-jiji, a Japanese baby-looking malevolent spirit. A night under canvas brings back old memories... Set after the end of season 2. Wincest warning for forthcoming chapters.

Disclaimer: I'm not sure my husband will be that happy if Sam and Dean belonged to me *evil smile* So I leave them and Supernatural to Kripke! ;)

Note: Please note that this is freely inspired by the Japanese myth of the Konaki-Jiji, I had to change a few things so that it'd fit my story. Please also note that I've never been to Wyoming, so I'm sorry if some descriptions don't fit. As for Wincest... well, when two guys look that damn perfect together, you tend to forget about their family bonds, hehe! (and I mostly think of them as Jared and Jensen, so that helps!)

Please bear in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes!

KONAKI-JIJI

CHAPTER 1: SAM 1 – 0 DEAN

"Got anything, Sammy boy?"

Sam looked up and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"What?"

"Dude, can't you just keep your mouth shut while you're eating? Just to look at you makes my stomach turn."

"And can't you just let me fully enjoy those delicious croissants? God, you're such a delicate flower, Samantha!" Dean smirked, still chewing with his mouth open.

Sam hated it when Dean called him Samantha. He was itching to retort, but he decided not to, as Dean would have seized the opportunity to start a prank war, and he wasn't in the mood.

"You really should try one of those, Sammy! They kick ass!" Dean suggested as he helped himself to another freshly baked croissant.

Sam frowned and shook his head as a big spray of spit came out of his brother's mouth.

"Whatever. See for yourself," he told Dean, "There." He pointed to an article from the newspaper he was checking out.

"Mysterious disappearance in the Wind River Range," Dean read aloud. "And?" He asked once he had scanned the article. "Some woman goes hiking alone in the mountains and never comes back? Now that's what I call spooky, Shaggy! Shall we call Daphne and Fred? Oh no, screw that! Forget about Fred! I want Daphne all to myself!"

Sam suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes.

"Dean, it wouldn't have caught my attention had it not been the thirty-seventh disappearance in that area since 1944, and already the fourteenth one within two years!"

"That black bear must be terribly hungry…" Dean said thoughtfully.

"C'mon Dean! Can you keep a straight face for at least one minute, please?"

"Killjoy!" Dean whispered as he took a sip of his coffee.

"What?"

"Nothing," Dean said, putting on a fake smile. "So, what's your theory, Scully? An old Native American vengeful spirit? A Wendigo?"

Sam shrugged.

"No idea. But the disappearances have increased since they restored an old hiking trail two years ago. Oh, and there's that kid, err…" He looked back at his laptop screen. "Scott Wellington. Thirteen. Lives in Pinedale. The only witness so far. Saw his dad disappear last year but managed to escape. I thought we could go and ask him a few questions."

"Good."

"Good?" Sam asked, a bit confused. "So... we're going?"

"Err…" A finger on his mouth, Dean pretended to think deeply about it. "Nope!"

"Wha-?"

"Sam, I told you. I need a rest," he paused, checking out the waitress' ass, "and this place looks like fun!"

Once again, Sam was about to retort, but he bit his lower lip instead. Even though it annoyed him a great deal, he had no right to criticize Dean's recent lax behaviour. Dean had sold his soul for him, and considering he only had one year left –because so far, Sam hated to admit it to himself, but he had no clue how to save his brother-, it was only fair he didn't take life too seriously. Still, Sam was sure something bad was happening in those mountains, so he decided to pull out all the stops.

"C'mon, Pinedale's only two hours or so from here, it's worth the try!" He pleaded, flashing his best lost puppy look.

Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and Dean let out a long sigh.

"Alright, we're going! Move your ass before I change my mind!" He surrendered, standing up and leaving a five on the table to foot the bill.

Sam closed his laptop and followed his brother hastily, his lips curling into a triumphant smile.

A few moments later, the Impala was travelling along the road at a great speed, Sam was watching the landscape unfold through the window and Dean was singing along with Bon Jovi, his fingers tapping in time on the wheel.

"It's my life,

It's now or never,

I ain't gonna live forever,

I just wanna live while I'm aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive..."

Sam knew Dean's choice of music wasn't innocent, those lyrics were appropriate. He glanced at Dean and smiled bitterly. He had to find a way to save him.

"You're giving me a headache!" He teased.

Dean grinned and sang even louder.

"It's my liiiiiiiiife!"

Sam shook his head fondly. He would be nothing without Dean.

Thanks for reading! :)