Chapter Two
-Several Months Later-
"DON'T GO ROUND TONIGHT…THERES A BAD MOON ON THE RISE!"
Sam leaned over and angrily switched off the radio.
"HEY!" Dean shouted snapping his head around to stare at his little brother. "Do you not remember what I said about.."
"Yeah yeah I remember!" Sam shouted back "but shotgun can only take so much you know!"
Dean frowned and looked back toward the road. A light drizzle had began and the road was lit up by moonlight. Lush forest lined either side of the road, giving a peaceful feel to the dark road ahead.
"Can you refresh my memory as to why we are driving across the country and into Canada of all places?" Dean asked his little brother. He glanced out the window and let out a small chuckle as they blew past a road sign proudly displaying a goose wearing a Mounties uniform.
"We are here because Bobby got a call from a friend up in British Columbia about a Familiar"
"A Familiar? You mean like Sasha?"
"Yeah", Sam replied flipping through pages of John's journal until he found the notes he had made under Bobby's dictation. "Apparently this one has no one that they answer to and according to Bobby's contact it's gone rogue".
"How so?" Dean asked glancing over at Sam "Are we talking like violent outbursts or steal the vodka out of Dad's liquor cabinet kind of rogue?"
Sam smiled and flicked through some photographs that were clipped to the pages of the journal. "It's more like gouge your eyes out with incredibly sharp objects type of rogue" he pulled a crime scene photo out of the journal and studied it before passing it over to Dean.
"Yugh", Dean cringed as he quickly studied the photo Sam passed into his hands "Yeah I would say that falls under the category of violent outbursts. Any idea what type of form it takes?"
"No idea", Sam sighed as he took back the photo from his brother and once again began to ruffle through his research. "Local police are calling this a wild animal attack, saying it's a cougar or a grizzly bear".
"Oh Canada", Dean sang under his breath. Sam cut a quick glance at his brother and smirked before quickly adding how maybe he shouldn't make jokes like that around the locals. Dean smirked and stared out at the road ahead. "Well where are we supposed to be headed?"
"A town just outside of…" Sam rifled the pages until he found the address. "Cranbrook" he read aloud frowning at the obscure directions.
"So it is not Cranbrook that we are headed to but a town outside of Cranbrook?" Dean asked frowning at his brother who was still rifling through his notes. Wondering if he missed something Sam scanned his hastily scrawled notes. "Uh…yeah" he mumbled.
"Fantastic", Dean grumbled as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and dug into his pocket with the other. Pulling out his cell phone he began to scrawl through the contacts looking for Bobby's number.
"You really shouldn't use that while you're driving Dean", came a voice from the back seat of the Impala.
"Jesus!" Dead shouted as he tried to jerk the car back onto the right side of the road. He looked into his review mirror to be met with a pair of blue eyes. "Cass!" Dean shouted glaring daggers into the back seat.
"Hello", Cass replied staring right back at Dean, completely oblivious to the look the Dean and now Sam was shooting him. "I was made aware that you were in need of some assistance".
"Would you happen to know how to restart a human heart?" Sam asked, putting his hand to his chest.
"Well I suppose I could give it a try but I'm not too sure how that pertains to our current task at hand", Cass replied frowning in Sam's direction.
"What do you want Cass?" Dean asked from the front seat, glancing at Castiel in the rear view mirror.
"Bobby informed me about the job that he sent you on and told me that you may have missed a couple of details in your haste to leave", Cass said, staring out the window.
"Like what?" Sam asked.
"Like where the familiar actually lives", Castiel replied producing a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to Sam.
Sam took it from Castiel and opened it up, scanning the words hastily scrawled across the page. "Kimberly", Sam said aloud.
"Alright", Dean said "I think I saw a sign for that a little while back, looks like that is where we are headed".
"I shall accompany you if that is alright", Cass asked from the backseat.
"Yeah, why not", Sam replied "You never know when an angel in your pocket can come in handy". He glanced over at Dean who smiled briefly and switched the radio back on. Clarence Clearwater blasted once again from the Impalas speakers.
"Let's hunt".
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry, this again is my first story ever and I know I am probably making a bunch of mistakes. One that I found after I published the first chapter. I realize that in the middle of the first chapter it says "Chapter Two". Mistake! Oops! Sorry!
