First hunt
E/O Challenge word = drift Spoilers: None preseries Double drabble. I needed something lighter a little dose of how it could have all begun.
Disclaimer: The supernatural characters are not mine:
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His first 'real' hunt.
Sam was on his first real 'hunt' and he was excited.
Finally after nearly a year of being left in the motel or stuck in the car while they hunted Dad and Dean were letting him join them.
They were tracking a Skinwalker through the Minnesota woods, six hikers had recently disappeared and they were going to stop that monster from getting anyone else.
Sam saw the claw marks just as he heard a human sounding scream.
Sam raced through the snow drifts to the rescue.
His first time and he was going to prove himself.
Sam came to slowly, bound and bleeding, lying on a cave floor.
He saw the piles of remains beside him and glancing up he saw the creature itself.
That was no Skinwalker.
Whatever it was, was probably going to eat him.
But it didn't.
Sam had slept and lost all track of time.
Now it was back, starting to sink its claws into him, when it suddenly burst into flame.
"What the…."
Dean stood there, still smoking gun in his hand.
"But I shot it."
"Not with a flare gun, you needed fire."
"Fire?"
"Wendigo"
"I hate hunting," mutters Sam.
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A/N So tell me what you think could a 'bad' experience have 'soured' Sam on the hunting life?