A/N: So, yes, I changed up the title a little, because I decided it was time for a little epic tale, told in drabbley fun again. I have no idea why they are insisting on this, but they are, hang on folks, it might get…um…bumpy. E/O Challenge word: grade.
Chapter Two
He's Got to Be Dying
The fire popped, the noise startling Sam. "It can't be," he said, more to himself than to Dean.
"No, it can't."
"Arf ur ruff ruff." The thing in the dark disagreed.
Sam grabbed the shotgun. "It's a real wolverine. We're in the right part of the country. It can smell your blood." He took a step. A stone tumbled down the steep grade to the left of their camp site. He had to get it away from his seriously injured brother. He wondered if Dean knew how bad it was.
"Arf." The growl sounded satisfied. Someone knew Dean was dying.
To Be Continued