Thanks to all for reading and commenting. This story didn't really get much attention when I originally posted it on the other site so I am extremely happy to see so many reading and adding it to alert. Thanks again and now, here is chapter two.

Cindy.

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The next night-Cushing Campground

Sam sat nervously next to the campfire burning in the fire pit at site #10. His gun, loaded with silver bullets, was tucked safely in the back of his jeans. 'Why do I always have to be the bait?' he wondered petulently to himself. The one and only time he had lost to Dean at rock-paper-scissors and he was now sat here, shivering, waiting for a man eating fur ball to show up and try to make him it's next meal. He glanced around, his ears listening for any rustling in the surrounding trees. He raised the walkie talkie he held in his right hand to his mouth, pushed the button and whispered, "Dean...you hear or see anything?" A moment later Dean's whisper came back to greet him.

"Nothing yet. How you doing there boy scout?" Dean replied, not missing the slight tremor in his brother's voice.

"Funny. I'm fine Dean. Really enjoying being werebear bait by the way."

"Hey, you lost fair and square so quit your whining you big baby."

"I don't know how, but I'm sure you cheated jerk!"

"Yeah, whatever bitch!"

"Dean...you sure you can see well enough from where you are? I feel like a sitting duck here!"

"You going chicken on me little brother? I can see just fine from here. You'll be fine so quit your worrying. I'm not gonna let that flesh eating carpet anywhere near you okay?" Dean glanced around nervously, not quite feeling as confident as he let on to Sam. 'Just let me see it before it gets a chance to get to Sam,' he thought to himself.

"Sorry Dean. I guess I'm just a little jittery is all," Sam said, the thoughts of what had happened to the previous victims still fresh in his mind.

"No worries little brother, I got you covered," Dean answered back, his eyes surveying the surrounding forest more diligently now.

Suddenly, a loud rustling sound came to Dean's ears and he crouched down lower in the bushes that he was hiding in, his eyes searching the area for any signs of the fabled bear. A low, rumbling growl came from about fifty feet to his left and he raised himself up slightly, bringing his rifle to his shoulder. "Sam," he whispered into the walkie talkie, "I think it's here."

"Where? Where is it?" Sam asked softly as his hand reached back and wrapped around his pistol, his eyes darting back and forth over the darkened forest.

"About fifty feet to my left. Keep your eyes peeled. Hopefully I can shoot it before it gets near you."

"Be careful Dean. Please?"

"Hey kiddo, don't worry. Careful is my middle name."

Dean whirled to his left when he heard a thunderous crash through the trees. Just as his finger touched the trigger of his rifle, he was thrown from his feet as a fur covered leg crashed into him. His rifle flew from his hands when his backwards motion was halted by a towering pine tree. He crashed heavily to the forest floor, pain shooting through his shoulder and head. He saw stars dance before his eyes as his vision blurred. He could sense the direction the beast was headed and one word flashed through his foggy mind before blackness claimed him.

'Sammy…'

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"Dean?!" Sam whispered desperately into the walkie talkie. He now held his pistol in his right hand and was sweeping his arm back and forth over the trees in the direction that Dean had gone to hide himself.

"Dean! What's going on?" he cried, louder this time. The last thing Dean had said was 'Careful is my middle name,' and now he wasn't responding.

Just as Sam was about to take off in Dean's direction, he pulled up short when the most God awful looking creature burst through the treeline. Sam stood completely still, shock making it impossible for him to move. The werebear stopped just past the trees and lifted it's tusked snout, sniffing the air as if trying to pick up a scent. It's eyes glowed an eerie amber as they darted from side to side, searching the darkness. The creature stood at least seven feet tall from shoulder to ground and was covered in bristly looking fur the color of dark mocha. It's razor sharp fangs were bared menacingly and tusks about two and a half feet long protruded from it's snout where they dipped toward the ground before curving straight forward. They stuck out two feet past the end of the snout just below the creature's bottom jaw.

Sam slowly began to back away, trying to find cover in the trees when suddenly the creature snorted, a cloud of moist breath blowing from it's nostrils into the cold night air. It turned it's amber eyes in Sam's direction, appearing to be looking directly at him and without warning and with unimaginable speed, the beast burst forward and was upon the shocked hunter before he even had a chance to flinch. The beast lowered it's head and in an instant caught Sam under his arms with it's tusks and lifted him from the ground. The werebear rose up on it's hind legs, lifting Sam even higher, then backed him straight into a large tree, it's tusks sinking into the trunk and effectively pinning the kicking hunter there.

The creatures jaws were mere inches from Sam's face as it snapped ferociously, trying to tear into it's trapped prey, it's embedded tusks the only thing keeping it from it's task. Sam's legs kicked wildly as he tried to free himself from the werebear's tusks. He gradually became aware of a dull pain in his left arm and was able to glance over only to find that the beast's sharp tusk had pierced his arm in the fleshy underside before lodging into the tree. He realized then that he wouldn't be able to free himself.

Without warning the werebear swiped it's razor sharp claws across Sam, slicing him from his right hip, down his thigh and across his left knee. Sam screamed in pain and immediately saw stars. He could feel hot, sticky blood seep down his legs and knew that he was running out of time. He worried that Dean was already dead and in that instant realized he was still, by some miracle, holding onto his pistol. The gun was gripped tightly in his right hand and he brought it around, trying to get a good shot lined up. He had to get free, kill this evil fur ball and find Dean. His brother could be bleeding to death for all he knew. Determination flared in his eyes and he loudly proclaimed, "Hey you evil motherf***er! You're going down!"

Sam aimed the gun down toward the beast's chest and pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped into the werebear's shoulder and it reared back, dislodging it's tusks from the tree and from Sam. Sam fell with bonejarring force to the ground and screamed out as the impact sent white hot pain through his entire body. Somehow he had managed to hang on to the gun and quickly forced himself to his feet, staggering back until he was able to steady himself against the tree. He brought the gun up and prepared to shoot the charging creature again, but was caught by the beasts swiping leg and was sent flying to his right, losing his grip on the gun as he hit the ground painfully. His right leg was bent painfully underneath him and he felt a sharp sting across his left cheek.

Sam frantically reached for his gun when the werebear charged him again and just as the beast was nearly upon him, his fingers closed around the weapon and he pulled it up in a sweeping arc and pulled the trigger over and over, watching as the bullets ripped into the shocked creature's chest.

The werebear pitched forward, it's left front leg coming out in front of it. Sam watched in terrified fascination as the beast fell towards him as if in slow motion, and collapsed to the ground on Sam's left side. It's front left leg crashed down across Sam's body, one razor sharp claw slicing through the scalp on the right side of Sam's head, before coming to rest next to him. Sam gasped, the pressure on his chest from the huge leg making it difficult to breathe. He tried to move, but the weight of the beast's leg, and the white hot pain that lanced through his bent up right leg stopped him. Darkness began to creep into the outer edges of his vision and Sam murmured one prayer before consciousness left him.

"Please God, let Dean be okay."

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There you go. The boys are in trouble. Surprise, surprise!! Next chapter tomorrow. Now, I thought it was only four chapters long but actually it's five so there are three chapters left. Please let me know what you think.

Cindy.