Prologue
Dean breathed in the cold air as he adjusted his grip on the crossbow. He had been hunting this buck all day and he didn't want to go home empty-handed. He sighed as he thought how the vension meat would taste after Sam smoked and cooked it. His brother had a special way of making anything taste good. He knelt down beside the tracks and grinned. He was close.
Moving softly and smoothly along the forest floor, he spied his prey after a few, short minutes. Crouching behind a tree, he fitted an arrow into the crossbow, raised it to his shoulder and took a minute to calm his racing heart. It wouldn't do, if after all his hard work tracking today that he missed on account of a sloppy or mistimed shot.
Breathing in and out, he carefully took aim and released. He grinned. A perfect shot. The buck had never seen in coming. He didn't like it when his inadequacy caused whatever creature he was hunting to suffer. His father had always stressed respect for you fellow animals even if they were your food.
Quickly, Dean removed the arrow, inspected it for damage and nodded, satisfied that it was still in good condition. He trussed up the large buck and after making a rudimentary sled and tying the animal onto it, proceeded to drag his prize home. He smiled to himself; Sam would not go hungry this winter. He'd make sure of that. After all, it's the last thing he promised his father before he died. And Dean always kept his promises.
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