Hey all. I'm back with my new story. It is quite short and a little lighter than usual. I hope you enjoy.
Cindy.
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Attack of the Werebear
"The chuckwagon has arrived!" Dean announced as he pushed through the motel room door, plopping the two bags and drinks down on the table where Sam was busily tapping away at his laptop.
"What did you get me this time? A grease burger or a cholesterol casserole?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Ha, Ha! Very funny Sam" Dean chirped, pulling a grease soaked package from one bag. "One juicy cheeseburger and fries for me!" he quipped.
Sam eyed the package with disgust, shaking his head.
"And one flavorless chicken ceasar salad for the lady" Dean said, handing the box he had pulled from the other bag to Sam.
"Thanks jerk!" Sam answered, opening the box and digging in.
"Geez! I slave away to provide you with a nice meal and this is the thanks I get. I tell you, you do not appreciate me enough Sammy!" Dean said, mock hurt in his voice.
"I appreciate you just fine Dean. You're the one who doesn't appreciate that I like to put something healthy in my body every once in a while." Sam countered.
"What's the point? We're gonna die someday anyway, might as well enjoy ourselves as much as we can!" Dean exclaimed, popping the top off his beer. "Here's your green tea, sister" he said, sliding the steaming cup across the table.
Sam eyed the cup for a moment before reaching out and grabbing it. "Thanks. I mean it Dean. Really, thanks."
"Uh, so.....what are you working on there Samantha?" Dean asked, effectively changing the subject before it got all chick flicky.
"Um, there have been some bear attacks in northern Idaho that look pretty interesting" Sam answered, looking at the computer screen.
"Hmm, bear attacks in Idaho huh? That is strange!" Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, it is when you consider they only happen during the full moon." Sam shot back.
"Really? So why do you think it's a bear? Why not a werewolf?" Dean asked.
"Doesn't fit. A werewolf either kills it's victim, or bites them to turn them. It doesn't eat them."
"So these victims were eaten?" Dean asked, biting into his cheeseburger with relish.
"Yep. Partially at least. Also, they found fur at the scenes, and once it was tested, it proved to be bear fur."
"So, what are we talking about here? Demon possessed bear? What?"
"Um.....don't laugh, okay?"
"Okay. Why would I laugh?"
"I've been researching and I think it's a werebear."
"I'm sorry. Did you say werebear?"
"Yep, I did. Go ahead, laugh it up!"
"Have you completely lost your mind? There is no such thing as a werebear! I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Yeah, well they're rare. But there is lore on them."
"Okay, so say they do exist. How does one become a werebear geek boy?" Dean asked, barely suppressing a laugh. "Do they have to get bitten?"
"A werebear is not a person. It's a regular bear that was born under very irregular circumstances." Sam answered, shooting Dean a caustic look.
"What circumstances?" Dean queried, finishing off his cheeseburger.
"Well, first it has to be born with a mutated gene. And it has to be born during a lunar eclipse, that just happens to be during the full moon."
"Is that all? So, did you find out when the last lunar eclipse was during a full moon?"
"Thirty two years ago. I checked and there were killings during the full moon cycles in Idaho thirty two years ago and they continued for two years, then they pretty much stopped. Until now."
"So, what happened thirty years ago to make it stop? And what happened to make it start up again?"
"I don't know, but I think it's worth checking out."
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Sandpoint Idaho
Dean and Sam pulled up to cabin #4 at the Mountain Air cabins on the outskirts of Sandpoint. They both stepped out of the impala and pulled their duffel bags from the backseat. They entered the cabin and dropped their bags on the beds, Sam taking the bed furthest from the door. Sam pulled all of the information they had gathered from his bag and spread it out on the table in the kitchenette.
"Okay, the full moon starts tomorrow night, so we don't have much time" Sam said, sorting through the papers he had compiled.
"Well, we know the attacks have been centered around Cushing Campground. I say we go check it out tonight, then go back tomorrow night and hunt the bastard down" Dean said, looking over Sam's shoulder.
"Right. We can get the layout down tonight, find the best place to try and draw it out."
"So, how do we kill it?" Dean asked.
"Silver bullet, just like a werewolf, except it will work through the heart or the brain."
"So a head shot will work huh?"
"Yep, head or chest."
"Sounds like a cold medicine commercial." Dean chuckled at his wit, realizing he was the only one amused. "Okaaay, let's go grab a bite to eat then we'll head out to the campground" Dean said, grabbing his keys and feeling a little hurt that Sam hadn't laughed at his joke.
"Yeah, okay" Sam answered distractedly.
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Cushing Campground
The impala rolled into the parking area at Cushing Campground. Dean was the first to step from the car, slowly turning a circle to get an idea of the layout of the area. Sam exited a few minutes later after shutting down his computer. He joined Dean on the other side of the car, peering around and taking mental notes.
"The last person killed was in site #14, we should check it out" Sam said, opening the back door and retrieving his jacket and flashlight.
Dean turned on his own flashlight and led the way through the campground, searching for site #14. It wasn't hard to find, what with the yellow tape wrapped around the trees. The boys ducked under the tape and began looking over the campsite. There was a tent still erected and a camp chair next to the campfire pit. The tent had dark splotches on it, and upon closer inspection, the splotches turned out to be blood. In fact every surface within the yellow taped perimeter had blood on it.
"Dean, over here" Sam called from the edge of the site, where he was crouched down next to a large pine tree.
Dean moved to where Sam was, pointing his flashlight at the dark spot at the base of the tree. "Blood pool" Dean stated, softly whistling at the sheer volume that had soaked into the earth. He shone the light up the side of the tree, which was saturated in dried blood.
"This is where they found him" Sam stated. "At least the top half of him."
"What happened to the rest of him?" Dean asked, glancing again at the large blood pool.
"Um, let's see" Sam replied, shining his light around until he found what he was looking for. "There! The path. His bottom half, or what was left of it was found about 250 yards down the path."
They shone their lights on the path, noticing the blood trail leading into the forest. Dean looked at Sam, then shrugged. "You ready?"
"Yeah, lead the way" Sam answered, gazing into the darkened forest.
They followed the path until they came upon another large blood pool.
"So, they found his legs here?" Dean asked, a sickening feeling in his stomach.
"From the waist down, what hadn't been eaten" Sam replied, shining his light around.
"What was the guy's name?"
"Uh, Daniel Jenkins, age 32. He was camping by himself."
"And the other death?"
"Marie Conley, age 37, husband, two children ages 11 and 8. Family camping trip. She went for a moonlit walk and never returned. They found her in three different places" Sam replied, eyes falling to the ground.
"Okay, we have to stop this thing before it takes any other kids parents away from them" Dean hissed, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Well, at least they haven't opened the area up to camping. It'll make taking care of this thing easier" Sam replied, his own anger causing his voice to shake.
"Let's get out of here. We'll come back tomorrow night and toast this bastard" Dean said, moving back up the path toward the campsite.
When they reached the campsite, Sam looked around. "Why do you think they left all the camp gear here?" he asked, glancing at Dean.
"Who knows. Maybe they were too afraid to come back here" Dean reasoned. "Come on, let's go."
They walked back through the campground until they reached the impala. They climbed inside and drove toward Sandpoint, thankful that they hadn't been seen. They had preparations to make and they both felt like tomorrow night was going to be a long one.
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That's it for now. Next chapter up tomorrow. Please let me know what you think.
Cindy