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Chapter 2:
Dean pulled the Impala next to an old beat up truck and put it in park. As he and Sam got out of the car and looked at the place before them, Dean let out a low whistle.
"This is a hunting resort?" He asked Sam.
Sam nodded, "Yeah." Was all he could say since he was in awe too.
"Damn, this outdoors thing may not be so bad after all. Look at this place. It's a five star resort! Looks like the freakin' Hilton." Dean commented. "We get to stay here and get three grand? Color us lucky Sammy."
"Gotta admit, I'm impressed. It's not what I thought it was going to be." Sam said as he followed Dean to the trunk to retrieve their duffels.
As they made their way to the entrance they took a minute to look around. The place was a definite five star resort. The huge hotel had the appearance of an over sized log cabin, but was obviously upscale, and sat in the middle of a lush green forest. They could hear birds chirping and dogs barking in the background. The front porch had chairs and tables set around. A sign hung on the front door stating 'World's Best Fishing'. Just as Dean was about to reach for the handle to open the door, it swung open from inside by a man who could only be described as the missing link. The man was in his fifties easy and stood at least three inches taller than Sam. He had dark brown curly hair that hung long over his head, and a beard that would be make ZZ Top jealous. He was dressed in worn jeans, black boots, and a red flannel. Dean and Sam didn't scare easily, but this man was a scary sight. Dean looked to his hands expecting to see an axe hanging there.
"Hi there..." Sam started but was interrupted by the man.
"Sorry boys" he spoke in a deep voice with a slight southern accent, "we're closed for business for a while."
"Yeah, we got that." Dean said. "We're not here for hunting. At least not the usual kind."
The man gave him a quizzical look. "Then what would you boys be here for?"
"We read you ad placed and we're here to help." Sam said.
The man snorted and laughed. "You boys are here to help huh? You're babies. Turn around and go home. Wouldn't want you to get hurt and have your mamma come lookin' for me."
Dean's calm laid back demeanor changed instantly. "Boys? Let me tell you something, you turn us away and you're gonna have a lot more dead bodies on your hands. I can guarantee that no one else knows what they're up against."
The man was taken back by the tone of Dean's voice. "Listen kid, I appreciate your offer. But there is already some hunters here who have experience with big game. We've got it covered."
Dean took a step forward, his expression cold. "They don't have experience with this. Now, me and my brother here, we're here to help stop the killing. And we'll do that, with or without your permission."
The man was about to say something else when they were interrupted by a shout. The three spun around to see a man coming out of the forest dragging another guy on the ground behind him. The guy on the ground didn't look alive.
Dean immediately went into action, taking off from the porch. He reached the men halfway and crouched beside the man on the ground. He reached for his bloody neck and couldn't find a pulse. "What happened?" he asked.
The man before him stood shaking, staring at is dead friend. He was himself beat up and bloody, barely standing. Dean grabbed him by his shoulders forcing his eyes to look at him. "What happened?"
"We were attacked." the man managed to get out with a shaky breath.
Sam and the man who had answered the door were with them now. "Attacked by what?" Dean asked.
The man turned wide terrified eyes to Dean. "I don't know what it was. It came out of nowhere. We shot it, but the bullets didn't even hurt it." He looked back down to the man on the ground. "Oh my God." he whispered.
Dean turned his attention to Sam. He pulled out his gun and checked the clip. Full of silver bullets. "Help them get inside Sammy."
"What! You aren't leaving me behind!." Sam said.
"I'm just gonna check it out. I'll be right back." Dean said and started to turn away.
Sam grabbed his arm. "Like hell!"
"Sam!" Dean bellowed. "Do what I say dammit!" He jerked his arm away from Sam. "Help them in, I'll be right back!" He didn't wait for another answer from Sam, he just took off running.
Sam only stood in shock for a minute at most before he pulled out his own gun, did a check like Dean and said "Get inside" to the men then took off after his brother.
Dean had taken off in a full run easily following the crushed blades and bloody trail the men had left in their wake. He was on full alert, eyes scanning, ears straining for any sound other than his. The trail stopped at a small clearing. Dean came to a stop and begun scanning the area. His body was tense with anticipation, but surprisingly after his sprint he wasn't out of breath. He heard a snap to his right and spun, gun pointed. He was thankful he had the foresight to load it with silver. Even if it didn't kill the creature, silver was sure to hurt it. It was always a sure fire way to inflict pain on something supernatural. There was nothing within eye shot. He heard another noise but this time to his left. He spun around again, this time catching a shadow of something dart behind a tree. Whatever it was, it was huge. He tightened his grip on his gun. He stood in the same spot but made a small circle around. The forest had become eerily quiet. That's when he heard the low humming noise. It seemed to be coming from all sides of the tree line. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of another shadow darting behind a tree. The thing really was big. But it was also fast because just as he had seen it in front of him he suddenly heard a low deep growl from behind him. He turned, expecting to get a good look and then a shot off. What he didn't expect was the speed it moved forward, or that it was as close as it was. He thought the growl had come from the tree line. His eyes widened in surprise at the split second look he got at it. Then all he could comprehend was the pain across his left shoulder and the look of the bright blue sky above him before the blackness took hold.
Sam ran at full speed, following the same trail his brother had followed. He noticed right away the eerie quiet of the woods around him. That was never a good sign. He wanted to call out for his brother, but his hunter's instinct told him not to alert anything to his position. His footfalls only made the slightest amount of noise. But calling out? That was rule number five on Dad's list. Never alert the enemy to your exact position. Even if someone is in danger, you are no help to them if you don't make it to them, he would say. So Sam kept his mouth clamped tight. He knew Dean couldn't be that far ahead of him. Dean wasn't as fast of a runner as he was. Sam scanned the trail ahead of him and saw that it was leading to a clearing. He began to slow. As he reached the edge he saw Dean lying on his back, not moving. Sam cursed under his breath and fought the urge to run to his brother. Instead he slowed.
Before entering into the clearing he stopped and crouched down. His eyes scanned the area. Everything was still dead silent. But he didn't see any movement. Cautiously he made his way to Dean, picking up Dean's gun he had dropped. He dropped to a knee next to his brother and even without looking down at his body, he reached to Dean's neck. He released a breath of relief when he felt the steady thump of a pulse. When he was satisfied he didn't see anything in the immediate are he took the time to check Dean over. His left shoulder was covered in blood. Peeling back the jacket and pushing the t-shirt down he found three gashes. Thankfully they weren't very deep and had already started clotting. When he didn't find any other injuries he placed a hand on Dean's right shoulder and shook him lightly.
"Dean. Wake up man. Dean!" Sam said, reaching up and tapping his cheek.
Dean groaned and his head rolled to the side. A few moments later his eyelids fluttered then opened. "Sam?"
"Can you get up?" Sam asked, his voice urgent. He really wanted to get back to the lodge.
"Yeah sure." Dean said, his voice a little soft. He moved to push himself up, but bit back a yelp when he put weight on his left arm.
Sam grabbed him under the shoulders and hauled him up. "I didn't mean by yourself man. What happened?" He asked as he began to lead Dean out.
"It's fast Sam. Real fast." He said as he pushed away from Sam, determined to walk on his own, even though his head was throbbing.
Sam rolled his eyes and tightened his hold around Dean's waist. "What'd it look like?"
"Don't know."
"What you mean you don't know?"
"Didn't get a good look at it. I said it was fast. Before I knew it, it was on top of me. Next thing I know I hit the ground." Dean paused reaching up and rubbing at his head. "What the hell are you doing here anyway? Thought I told you to stay behind."
"No, no thanks necessary Dean. Anytime." Sam said sarcastically. "You really expected me to stay behind? Get a clue Dean."
"Whatever."
A few minutes later they came out of the trees and the lodge was in sight. They looked up in surprise when the missing link came walking out the front door, shotgun in hand. He quickly walked up the boys.
"I was just about to come lookin' for you boys." He eyed Dean. "You alright?"
"I'll live." Dean replied.
"Well come inside. Least I can do is patch you up before I send you on your way." He said.
"We aren't going anywhere. I already told you that." Dean replied angrily.
The missing link laughed. "Just get inside boys."
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The missing link shows Sam and Dean into a room off the kitchen. Sam sits Dean into a chair and is surprised when a first aid kit is thrust in his face.
"This is a hunting lodge son. I'm prepared." he says to Sam.
"Thanks." Sam says as he helps Dean remove his jacket and shirt. "What's your name?"
"Jack Silverman. Everyone around here calls me Woodsman Jack. You can call me Mr. Silverman."
Sam turned to Dean and rolled his eyes. "Take a deep breath." he told his brother as he prepared to wipe the cuts with peroxide. Dean nodded.
"So what is it you thought you were doing out there boy?" Jack asked.
"My job." Dean replied, then let out a hiss when the sting hit.
"Looks like you didn't do very good."
"Yeah well screw you, you..."
"Dean!" Sam interrupted before his brother could get further. "Look Mr. Silverman. We told you. We came here to help. We have experience dealing with things that aren't normal. We really can help you." Sam said.
"Things not normal?" Jack asked.
"Look, let's cut the crap." Dean said. "You put a damn ad on a supernatural website. We deal with getting rid of all things supernatural. We get rid of this freakin' thing, you pay us what your ad promised, we get out of your hair. And no more of this 'boy' shit. I've been hunting this kind of thing since I was four. Believe, whoever else has showed up doesn't have a clue. You just got another dead body and I don't think it's too good for business. So back off and let us do our job. Deal?"
Jack's eyebrows went up in surprise. He was a little shocked, not that he would admit. But the kid was right. This thing was killing not only people but his business. His way of life. What could it hurt. "You know about this stuff huh?"
"Kind of a family business." Sam said as he finished placing bandages on Dean's shoulder.
"Then I guess I should show you to your room. I gotta warn you, there's a few other people here to hunt it. Course two of them you met today. That guy will probably be leaving. But there's some guys here who don't take kindly to competition. Try to stay out of their way. Their a bunch of jug heads, but I don't care who kills it as long as it's dead. Clear?"
"Crystal." Dean said. "I'd appreciate you showing us to our room now."
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Dean rolled over in bed, wincing when his shoulder hit the mattress. For a minute he didn't remember what woke him up. Then he heard the tapping. He looked at the clock, the numbers showing a quarter after one. "Sammy. Get some sleep." he mumbled.
"Sorry I woke you up." Sam said.
"Yeah, it's fine. Just go to bed."
"How's the shoulder?" Sam asked, still not taking his eyes off the screen.
Dean sighed then sat up and flicked on the lamp. "Shoulder's fine. What in the hell has you up?"
Sam looked to Dean. "I found something."
"And?" Dean asked when he didn't elaborate.
"From the description you gave me I'm positive it's a Tamawo. But there's a problem."
"Once again I ask, and?"
"According to legend, these things were wiped off. There isn't supposed to be anymore of them walking on earth."
"Then why's this one here?" Dean asked, his interest piqued.
Sam made a sour face. "Dean, the only reason I can come up with and the last time one was reported being seen...they have to be summoned."
-TBC-
