A/N: Just a short (3 chapters) one to see where Dean is at after two years without Sam. Hope you enjoy the read. NC
Chapter 1
Music blared from the alarm clock causing Dean to roll over and slap at it until he finally hit the snooze button. He lay in the bed trying to will his body to move and get up. He had had a restless night last night, plagued with bad dreams and memories. Knowing he needed to get to work; he drug himself out of the bed and into the bathroom to start his daily routine. Dean decided he would walk to work today hoping the fresh air would do him good. After stepping from the shower and drying off, he headed back for the bedroom to put on work clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his boots before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. He saw Glen's truck was already gone so he figured he was at the diner getting breakfast.
Dean walked down the road toward the diner taking in everything around him. For some reason there was a heaviness in the air today that weighted him down. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what was wrong but something made him feel anxious and uneasy. Dean pushed the door opened and surveyed the room before strolling on in to take a seat at the bar.
"Hello Dean." Maggie greeted him sitting a cup in front of him and pouring coffee. She wasn't her usual chipper self as she asked him, "Would you like the usual?"
"Morning Maggie, that'll be good. What's going on?" he asked as he tuned in to the quiet whispers of other customers around the room.
"You haven't heard yet?"
"No, Glen had already left this morning, he been in already?" he asked casting a look around the room but not seeing his boss.
"Haven't seen him this morning Dean. A hiker found a dead body early this morning." she whispered leaning closer so no one else could hear. "Said it was torn up, maybe a wild animal attack. And rumors are flying that this wasn't the first one. They've been trying to keep it under wrap."
Dean's whole body tensed at those words and the only thing he could think of was, the past was knocking at his front door. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep his composure while his mind was speeding through all kinds of scenarios. Had some monster stumbled across this small town or was it just your ordinary run of the mill murders. Dean tried not to think the worse as he forced his hand to stop shaking and picked up his coffee cup. He sipped the hot liquid wondering were Glen had gone. He always told him if he was going some where and this just wasn't like him. He pulled his cell out and dialed Glen's number waiting for it to ring. He listened to it ring and then go to voicemail.
"Hey Glen, just checking in to see if everything's ok." he said and replaced his cell in his pocket. Maggie sat a plate in front of him and he stared at the food not sure if he could stomach it now.
"Need something else Dean?" she asked waiting on his response.
"No, I'm good, thanks." he told her giving a brief smile before picking up his fork hoping he could keep the food down as his stomach knotted.
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The garage was quiet when Dean unlocked the door to go inside. Glen's truck was not parked out front and there was no sign of him inside. He headed for the office to see if he had left a note or message on the answering machine. When neither of those panned out, he turned and looked out into the garage before picking up the land line to make a call.
"Singer Salvage." a gruff male voice answered on the third ring.
"Hey Bobby." Dean said as memories flooded into his mind at the sound of that familiar voice. It brought back that sense of safety, comfort and friendship. He felt bad not staying in touch with Bobby after what happened but it was just too painful. Too many memories of by gone days that were gone forever.
There was a pause at the other end of the line as recognition dawned on the older man.
"Dean, son is that you?" he asked slowly not sure he was hearing right.
"Yeah Bobby, its me." he got out as a lump formed in his throat that he tried to swallow down.
"It's good to hear your voice, are ya ok son?"
"I'm good. Look I know I may be jumping the gun, but there's been some dead bodies found on the outskirts of town, locals are saying possible animal attack they're not sure."
"An' of course you thought it might be somethin' more." Bobby inquired knowing he was thinking like the hunter he had been.
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Bobby had only spoken to Dean a couple of times over the past nearly two years. He knew Dean had taken it very hard when Sam had jumped into the cage to trap Lucifer. He still remembered Castiel carrying Dean into his house when he tried to kill himself after that. After trying to talk some sense into him, Dean had left to go see if Lisa would let him stay. Bobby lost track of him after that until he got a phone call from Glen asking about parts and he learned Dean was working for him in his garage. A heavy burden was lifted off his chest to know that he was at least alive. He didn't push or try to go see him knowing it had to be Dean's choice. He knew Dean was trying to put his old life behind him and move on without Sam. Bobby missed both his boys every day and wished he could help Dean cope with his pain, but knew he had to let him work through it on his own. If only he could tell him the truth, but he had made a promise that he couldn't break. He would need to make a call after he got off with Dean.
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"I can't really do much since everyone knows me here. I might talk them into seeing the bodies, I don't know."
"You want me to see who's near and send them to check it out?"
"Yeah, if there's somethin' here it needs to be taken out 'fore someone else dies."
"I'll see what I can do and Dean, be careful son."
"I will Bobby. Good to talk to you." he said hanging up the phone and looking longingly at it. Once a hunter always a hunter, he thought. There was a jar of holy water and a sawed off loaded with rock salt under his bed and he had a devil's trap drawn on the rug at his front door. There were just things you didn't forget and Dean might not hunt, but he was still not letting his guard down because the monsters were still out there.
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Bobby looked down at the phone and punched in a number waiting for it to ring.
"Hey, may have a case for ya to check out. It's in Mystic, Missouri..." Bobby started listening to the other person talk. "Yeah I know, just talked to him. Alright, call if ya need help."
Bobby hung up the phone wondering if he made the right decision or was it going to come around and bite him in the ass. He sighed as he got up to head out on a hunt of his own. He was helping a fellow hunter on a possible vengeful spirit a state over.
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It was almost lunchtime and Dean still had not been able to get in touch with Glen. He was starting to get worried as he cradled the phone again, only getting his voicemail. He decided to close up for the afternoon and go see what he could find out about the death and see if anyone knew where Glen might have gone. He zeroed out the cash register and filled out a deposit slip to drop at the bank. He locked the change money in the safe and headed out deciding after going to the bank he would go see the sheriff.
The bank wasn't far and Dean ducked in to drop the deposit off before heading on down the street to the sheriff's office. He made his way inside and looked around until he spotted the deputy.
"Hey Deputy, where's the sheriff?"
"He's at the crime scene coordinating everything. Can I help you Dean?"
"You haven't seen Glen today have you? He never came in to work today."
"No, can't say I have. Maybe he took a day off or something."
"Yeah, I though of that but he usually tells me where he's goin' but not this time. When do you expect the sheriff back?"
"Don't know for sure."
"Where's the crime scene anyway? I might be able to help."
"I don't know; don't need civilians trampling around out there."
"You could say, I've had some experience in this kind of thing, I might be able to help."
"I see the sheriff pulling in now; I think ya better talk to him."
"Thanks." Dean said turning toward the front that opened and the sheriff stepped in.
"Hello Dean." he greeted him as he headed for his office.
"Can I have a word Sheriff?" Dean asked following him.
"I've only got a minute, need to get to the morgue." he said sitting at his desk and looking through the drawers.
"You haven't talked to Glen today or seen him have you?"
"No, why? Something wrong?" he asked looking up at the young man sensing his concern. He knew Glen hired Dean to work at the garage and knew he had increased Glen's business and the garage was doing well. Dean had got his ratty pickup running like it was almost new. He admired the man but still felt there was something more about him no one knew.
"Haven't seen him today and he usually tells me when he's not gonna be at work. Just a little worried and he's not answering his cell either."
"Well maybe he just forgot. Glen is getting on up there you know."
"Yeah, maybe." Dean said not sounding too convincing. "Look, I know I'm asking a lot, but you think I can see the bodies that have been found?"
"Why? You some death freak or something?" he asked eyeing him closely. "It's just a wild animal attack."
"What? No, no. Let's just say I've had some dealing along those lines. I might be able to help."
"You been in law enforcement before?"
"Something like that." he said trying to be as evasive as possible.
"What the hell, I could use all the help I can get. Haven't had deaths like this here in this small before." he said getting up from his desk. "I'm heading to the morgue now if ya wanna come?"
"Sure, I closed the garage for half a day. Still wanna find Glen too."
"I'm sure he's ok." the sheriff said as they walked out to the patrol car.
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The smell brought back all the other times he had visited a morgue with his brother trying to get clues to what monster they were hunting. He followed the sheriff over to a table with a white sheet draped over a body.
"You sure about this Dean? It's pretty gruesome if ya don't have an iron stomach."
"I've probably seen worse." Dean mumbled under his breath stopping at the table. He waited for the sheriff to pull down the sheet and grimaced at the torn up body. He quickly inspected the ripped open chest before reaching over to grab a latex glove so he could move the torn shirt out of the way. Dean examined the claw marks that had torn his chest and abdomen open. A chill ran up his spine knowing this wasn't a normal animal attack by no means.
"Darnedest thing, there hasn't been an animal attack anywhere around here. Doc said his heart was missing. Like it had just been ripped out while he was still alive. What animal does that and not at least eat part of him too?"
"Don't know. Are the other bodies in the same shape?" Dean lied decided he had seen enough. "I'll make some calls to some people I know. If you hear anything about Glen call me please."
"Yep, we're thinking some stray rouge bear moved into the area. Sure thing if I hear from him, you know maybe he had a doctor's appointment. Doesn't he go to the VA a few towns over?"
"Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to ya later Sheriff if I have anything." Dean told him heading for the exit. He wanted to check out the crime scene before calling Bobby back. "Sheriff where was the last body found again?"
"Off Lone Fork Road on the hiking trail that starts at mile marker 54, 'bout a half mile down the trail on the right."
"Ok thanks."
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The car pulled down the main street looking for the sheriff office. The driver looked around quickly being sure he wasn't seen by the one person who shouldn't see him. He pulled into a parking spot and got out being sure the fake id was in his pocket. He stood for a moment surveying the town before he headed for the front door.
The deputy looked up as the tall stranger walked up to his desk.
"May I help you?" he asked as he watched him pull out a badge.
"Agent Wilson, FBI." he stated holding out the badge for a moment. "Is the sheriff in?"
"Not at the moment, can I help you?"
"I'm here to look into the deaths you've been having around here."
"FBI, wow! Never met a real agent before, you like your job?"
"You know when he'll be back?" he said ignoring the question.
"He didn't really say."
"I'd like a copy of the reports filed and where are the bodies?" he ordered in a stern, demanding voice.
"Sure I guess and at the morgue." the deputy said a little intimidated by the tall agent. He found the reports and slipped it in the copier making copies.
"And that would be..."
"At the hospital on the other side of town, basement."
"Thank you." he said turning on his heels and heading out. He glanced around before getting in the car and backing out to head for the hospital.
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Dean was coming out of the diner when a car caught his attention and the outline of the person driving caused him to falter in his step and he stared in shock as the car drove on down the street. If he didn't know better he could of sworn that was his brother in that car. He shook his head gently trying to decide if he was seeing things or if it was that he wanted it so bad he put Sam in there. His emotions were all over the place as he tried to hold it together. He knew wanting it to be him, wasn't going to make it happen. Sam was in the cage and there was no way out of there. Even though he said he wouldn't try, he had looked into anything that looked hopeful but came up short. He couldn't find any way to get his brother back.
Glen still had not shown up and Dean couldn't find him anywhere. He had searched his address book for contacts, calling everyone but not getting any good news. He was going back to the sheriff's office to file a missing person's report and hoped maybe that might find him. He was getting an uneasy feeling that something had happened to him; he had never been gone this long without telling someone. He headed down the street for the office shaking off that creepy feeling he gotten and focused on finding Glen.
"Hi Dean, any luck locating Glen?" the deputy asked as Dean strolled in and stopped at his desk.
"No I haven't. I'd like to file a missing person's report for him." Dean told him. "It's been over twenty-four hours and no one's heard a thing."
"Sure, I'll get the forms that need filling out." he said pulling out a filing cabinet drawer and flipping through the files. "Hey maybe that FBI guy can help."
"What FBI guy?" Dean questioned.
"The one that showed up a little while ago. Said he was here to look into the dead bodies. Boy never thought the FBI would take an interest in animal attacks."
"Deputy, what did the agent look like?" Dean asked cautiously.
"Well, he was one tall dude and kind of scary if you ask me. Serious, demanding and sort of pushy. Why, you know him?"
"Probably not, just curious." he replied taking the forms and a pen to fill them out. It kind of sounded like his brother, but Sam was always able to woo the locals and get what he wanted. He was sure Sam wasn't the only tall person out there, he was just overreacting, Dean thought.
"When you're done, just bring them to me and I'll start the process."
"Right, thanks." Dean said not sure how much help this will be, but he had to try. Maybe he could get Bobby to check around with his contacts and whoever he was using to hack into data bases now. They might be able to find something out for him. He made a mental note to call Bobby when he got home.
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"FBI, I'm here to see the bodies of the animal attacks." he said flashing his badge and waiting for a response.
"Sure, this way." the medical examiner said stepping to the drawers. "Not sure why FBI would be interested in an animal attack."
"If I could get copies of the autopsy reports too." he said waiting as the examiner opened a drawer and pulled the body out.
"Alright, I'll be right back. The other two bodies are here and here." he told him pointing to two other drawers.
Sam took this time to closely examine the body noting the claw marks around the ripped chest. He snapped a couple of pictures and pushed it back into the wall and pulled out another. The three bodies all had the same claw marks and hearts missing. One had a huge chunk of flesh missing from his arm like he tried to fend off the attack. Sam turned and focused back on the medical examiner who had the reports in his hand.
"Here you go."
"Thanks." he said skimming the reports as he headed back out to his car. "If I need anything else I'll contact you."
He had gotten a room at the local motel on the same side of town where the crime scene was hoping it would be out of Dean's usual route. He knew he worked at the garage and lived nearby. He had checked on him a couple of times, but never tried to make contact. Dean had gotten out and had moved on with his life. He didn't pull him back in then and wasn't going to do it now. The couple of times he had saw his brother; Sam could tell that Dean had changed. He looked haunted and broken so Sam decided to let him be. He didn't need him to hunt, he was stronger, more cunning, and willing to get what he needed however he had to. He was not sure how he had gotten out of the cage, but it had changed him some way and decided it was for the better. He didn't feel that compassion and caring attitude anymore that always held him back before. He was more logical and to the point, getting things done with the least amount of effort no matter the cost.
Sam pulled into the motel parking lot and got out heading for his room. He was going to go over the evidence again and decide whether to hang around here or not. If no more bodies showed up, he was chalking this up to random animal attacks after all. Three bodies was a sign of something staking out the area for a food source, it wasn't unreasonable to think it could be an animal attack. He would do a little more research and decide if it was his kind of case. He was going to change clothes and grab a bite at the place right down the street. He figured it would be safe since Dean lived on the opposite side of town.
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Dean was working on a car when he heard the police sirens go by and went to the garage door watching the sheriff's car speed by. He wiped his hands on a rag and went to tell Jasper that he would be back in a bit. He grabbed his keys and quickly got in the Impala to follow the sheriff out of town. Dean thought he had lost him but finally heard the siren in the distance and followed the sound.
The sheriff's car was parked in a pull off about ten miles outside of town and Dean pulled in behind it. He got out and listened for voices, hearing them deeper in the trees. He worked his way toward them and finally saw the sheriff talking to a guy dressed like a hunter who seemed to be having a breakdown as he gestured with his hands and was rambling on about something Dean couldn't understand. The sheriff saw Dean walking toward them and stepped toward him to stop him.
"Dean, you shouldn't be out here."
"What's going on Sheriff?" he asked looking at the frantic deer hunter. "Is there another body?"
"Dean you need to go back to town." he said looking back into the woods.
"Why, what is it?" he demanded looking the way the sheriff had. "Who's out there?" he asked pushing away from the sheriff's grasp to walk on the other side of a grove of trees. He saw a leg sticking from the brush and stopped short looking around for any signs of a killer. Dean looked closer and though the booted foot looked familiar as he took a step closer. All the air left his lungs as he gazed down on the glazed over, open eyes of Glen. Dean's eyes traveled lower and he saw his chest had been ripped open and there was an empty spot where his heart should be. From the looks of the body, he had been out here a couple of days. There were additional smaller bite marks from other scavengers on his arms and stomach.
"Dean, you don't need to see this." the sheriff said gently as he pulled him away from the body. Dean drew air into his lungs when he realized he had been holding his breath. "I've called that FBI guy in, why don't ya go on home after you sit here a bit. Nothing you can do here, he's gone."
Dean couldn't think as he allowed himself to be led back to his car. He sat down heavily in the driver's seat and tried to get his breathing under control. The world around him seemed out of focus and far away as black spots obscured his vision. He laid his head on the steering wheel as tears ran from his eyes. He didn't notice the new car that pulled up ahead of the sheriff's car, nor did he look up when the tall guy got out of the car and hurried into the woods, glancing warily at the Impala to be sure he wasn't seen. He disappeared into the trees as Dean looked up not registering the vehicle ahead of him.
Dean looked up and wiped his face as he pulled in a shaky breath before cranking the Impala and backing it out to turn around. He drove slowly on autopilot all the way back to his apartment. He went upstairs and pulled out a bottle of whiskey he had bought when he first moved in. Dean had actually been laying off the heavy stuff lately and only had an occasional beer. He got a glass and poured a shot, downing it in one gulp as he saw Glen's dead face in his mind. He poured another shot and dropped into a chair at the table as the death of his friend began to sink in. A deep sadness swept through his soul which was quickly covered by a cold, dark rage. He sat there letting the darkness engulf him with an anger that called for blood, blood of the one who killed his friend. He downed the whiskey and pushed himself up from the table heading to the bedroom.
Dean pulled clothes from the dresser and closet to change in to and then pulled his weapon's bag from the back of his closet. He had not opened the bag in a very long time and paused for a moment with his hand on the zipper before slowly pulling it down. Tonight he was hunting the thing that killed Glen and taking it down. He may not have hunted for a while, but the instinct and the skills had not been lost. He pulled out his hand gun and loaded silver bullets into the clip. He laid out a silver knife and knew his machete was in back of the Impala. Dean wasn't sure what he would be up against so he was arming himself for what was the most likely culprit. There were still several hours until darkness, so he was going to shower, take a nap and get ready for tonight. Even after all this time, he still could set his internal clock to wake him at a certain time.
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The body lay partly hidden by the brush as Sam examined the ripped out chest cavity. He was sure this was the same monster that killed the other victims. He moved from the body and walked over to the sheriff.
"Do you know the victim?"
"Yes, its Glen, he's been missing for several days. He runs the garage in town. Nice guy, everyone liked him. Dean was really shook up."
"Dean?"
"Yeah, he works...worked for Glen, has for nearly two years. Seems like a nice guy, really knows his cars." he continued. "The ME should be here shortly and we'll get the body into town. You think it's the same animal?"
"Pretty sure from the torn out chest. I'm gonna be checking these woods out tonight, so if you'll keep everyone away."
"Sure thing Agent Wilson. You sure you don't need help? I could get some guys together."
"No, you would just get in my way or get yourselves killed." he stated bluntly looking around the area carefully so he'd know where to come back to tonight. He wanted to get this hunt over with and get out of here before Dean saw him. Sam knew Dean would be upset with this death and hoped he would stay at home. He didn't think he had it in him to hunt anymore. "I'm heading back to town."
"I have to wait on the ME, if you need anything let me know. Glen was well liked around here."
"I will." Sam lied knowing there was no way he would contact him. Sam got in the driver's seat of his car and headed back to the motel to get ready for tonight. He was going to track the monster and end this tonight before anyone else died. He had no doubt he could do this, he had taken on worse over the years and won.
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The steam filled the bathroom as Dean stepped from the shower and grabbed at towel to dry off. He ran it over his body removing the droplets of water so he could slip on his briefs. After towel drying his hair, he ran his fingers through it to tame it. With one hand, he wiped the dampness from the mirror and looked at the reflection staring back at him. His blood raced through his veins with the anticipation of the hunt; he felt alive again and like he had a purpose. Dean saw what he was and always would be no matter how hard he tired not to be. He was a hunter, one of the best and he was going to prove that again tonight when he took out the monster killing the people of this town. He was going to get his revenge or die trying. With one final look, he turned and headed into the bedroom to lie down until it was time to hunt.
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Darkness had crept over the land as Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes, blinking quickly several times to clear his vision. He swiveled his head and saw the time, seeing it was five minutes before he wanted to get up. He sat up and swung his legs to the floor, sitting there for a minute to get his balance before going to the bathroom. Dean came back out and slipped on jeans, tee shirt, and long sleeved button up before sitting on the bed to put on his boots. Once he was dressed, he headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He pulled part of a leftover sandwich out and munched on it as the coffee perked. He wasn't hungry, but being on a hunt and have your stomach start growling was a dead give away. The coffee finished and he poured a cup letting it cool as he armed himself and packed his backpack with first aid kit, water and extra ammo. He picked up the cup, his jacket and headed out the door to the waiting Impala.
"C'mon Baby, we're goin' huntin', just like old times." he told her as he stroked the steering wheel before cranking her up to head back to the woods. Every instinct came back with ease as he switched his mind to hunter mode, ready to take out whatever had killed his friend.
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The black Impala was almost invisible in the darkness as Dean pulled it into a patch of trees to hide it from the road. He got out and shouldered his pack before taking out a flashlight and turning it on. He shielded most of the light, just giving him a small amount to see by. Dean made his way into the woods moving silently as he worked his way toward where Glen had been found. He listened to the noises surrounding him trying to pick out any that didn't belong. Even after all this time, he was still a worthy foe when it comes to tracking and hunting monsters.
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Sam pulled into the pull off and parked. He got out and opened his trunk taking out and arming himself for the hunt. He was meticulous with the process, going over the steps in his head making sure he had everything in place. Once he was ready, Sam headed into the forest as silently as any hunter that was on the prowl tonight. He was a very good hunter before he jumped into the cage, but he was a superb, deadly hunter now that he was back. No one was better than he was, not even his older brother. Sam moved with ease through the trees ever watchful for any signs of the monster. He was sure he was hunting a Rougarou and knew it was going to be a challenging hunt alone, but that was how he liked it. He didn't trust anyone to have his back nor did he want the responsibility of looking out for another hunter who wasn't up to par with his standards.
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Rustling up ahead made Dean stop in his tracks as he killed his light and scanned the area, listening for it again. He moved steadily around a small stand of trees his senses on high alert as a deep growl reached his ears. Dean pulled his gun and aimed ahead of him looking for the shape that was darker than the night around him. He caught a shift of something large off to his right and froze waiting for a better shot. The dark shadow launched itself at Dean who started shooting as he tried to dodge away from the monster. Roars of anger and pain exploded into the night as it struck Dean knocking him backward to the forest floor. His gun was knocked from his hand and a white hot searing pain shot down his body as a clawed hand wracked across his body. Dean had a knife in his fist that he stabbed upward into the body pinning him to the ground. A howl of rage echoed around them as the Rougarou felt his body staring to change from the silver knife sticking from his thigh.
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Sam stopped short when he heard shots being fired just ahead of him. He raced toward the shots and inhuman growls of rage breaking through the brush to see the Rougarou crouching over a body. He had his clawed hand raised to deliver the fatal blow as Sam unloaded his gun into the monster sending him crashing into the brush thrashing and yelling in pain. Sam jerked his machete from his belt and in one strong, swift motion he beheaded the beast ending his reign of killing. Sam stood for a moment, breathing hard and staring down at the body as it began to change back into human form. He saw a silver knife sticking out of the man's upper leg and knew that was why he had been able to kill it. Sam turned back to the body lying behind him and pulled out his flashlight to shine it on his face and blinked, surprised to see Dean laying there unconscious. He let the light trail down his body and saw the blood seeping through the slashes on his arm and across his chest.
Seeing a pack laying behind him, Sam grabbed it and found the first aid kit. He quickly patched his brother as best he could to stop the bleeding before lifting him over a shoulder and heading back toward the car. He needed to get him medical attention before he bled out. Sam used his flashlight to help guide him out of the woods and to the Impala. Dean had parked closer to the Rougarou's hunting grounds that he had. He slipped him from his shoulder and searched his pockets for keys so he could put him in the back and get behind the wheel. He pulled his cell from his jacket and dialed a familiar number.
"Bobby, Dean's been hurt. I'm taking him to the nearest hospital, think you can get here?" Sam rushed out. "I'll call back when we get there." he said tossing his phone into the seat beside him as he sped as fast as he dared to the hospital. "Hang on Dean." Sam whispered glancing back at the still body in the back.
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Sam pulled up to the emergency room and skidded to a stop at the doors. He jumped from the car and went around to the other side of the backdoor.
"Help! I need help!" he yelled as he tried to get his brother from the backseat. An orderly and nurses ran from the ER with a gurney and helped get Dean onto it. They wheeled him into the emergency room with Sam hurrying by his side. He looked down and saw Dean's eyes were open and he was looking up at Sam in disbelief before passing out again.
"You'll have to wait out here sir." the nurse told him as they rushed Dean down the hall and through the doors marked Authorized Personnel Only. Sam stood at the doors breathing hard as he looked down at his blood stained clothes and up to the door again. He knew he should feel something for this man that was his brother, but it just wasn't there. And yet something stirred deep in his mind, something that he hadn't felt in a long time; he just couldn't determine what that was. Sam didn't like he had gotten hurt, but it was his fault for trying to hunt the monster down by himself. It was a fool move on his part and he should of known better.
"Sir are you hurt?" a nurse asked him when she saw the blood on him.
"No, it's not my blood." he responded, no real emotion in his voice.
"We have some forms that need filling out, are you related to the victim?"
Sam thought for a moment before responding.
"Yes, he's my brother." he said accepting the clip board.
"You can wait over here and when we have any news someone will be out." she told him leading him to a small waiting room near the examine rooms. "Would you like a cup of coffee and maybe I can find a scrub for you to change into?"
"Thank you." he said being polite but not really caring one way or the other. He knew it was going to take Bobby about six hours to drive here and decided he should stay until he got here and then he would leave. He wasn't sure Dean would believe he saw him as out of it he was and he saw no reason to stick around now that the monster was taken care of. He started filling out the forms when his cell rang.
"Hello."
"Sam, I'm catching a flight out in thirty minutes and should be landing at the airport in about an hour." Bobby told him.
"Right, should I come pick you up?"
"No, you stay with yer brother. He doesn't need to be alone. I'll get a rental and drive to the hospital. Have you heard anythin' yet?"
"No, not yet. As soon as you get here, I'll be leaving."
"Sam."
"The job's finished no reason to hang around." he reasoned.
"Don't ya think Dean deserves to know you're back? He is your brother."
"Who has a life, why mess it up? I don't need him to hunt with me, besides; he's not ready to hunt again. Tonight proved that."
"Have you tried praying to Cas again, see if he'll come?"
"No, he hasn't answered any of my prayers before. Didn't figure he would now."
"Tell him Dean's hurt and needs him."
"Alright, if you think that would help."
"I'll see ya as soon as I can."
"Right, ok." Sam replied hanging up. He looked up toward the ceiling and whispered. "Cas if you can hear me. Dean's been hurt and could use your help. Think ya can spare a moment?" He looked around but didn't see him. Sam huffed and went back to filling out the forms. He wasn't expecting him to come but thought since it was Dean there might be a chance, but no angel appeared.