The unmarked black car led the way as Dean drove close behind. The group had agreed that the monster appeared to be more active at night and so they had waited a couple of hours before heading outside.

In that time they had gone to grab some food at a diner and proceeded to have what had started out as an awkward meal. The pair of agents wouldn't reveal much of what they actually did but they certainly seemed to know a lot about Sam and Dean.

"I've never known people to be so nonchalant when discussing vamps who weren't hunters," said Sam as he stared out of the passenger window.

"You're kidding me right?" Dean seemed to have made up his mind, but about what, Sam wasn't sure. "Those two are hunters, they're just some extra crazy people who decided they liked the FBI act a little too much. There's no way they actually have the power to drop freakin' missiles on my car."

"I wouldn't be so sure Dean. I mean, we didn't hear about the Men of Letters for years. Who's to say there isn't some government agency we don't know about? And it doesn't sound like hunting monsters is really their thing."

"If it's not their thing then what is?" Dean asked the question but his tone revealed that his original opinion wouldn't be easily swayed.

"I don't know, but Coulson mentioned something about a green man and a super soldier. It's crazy, but I don't know if it's our level of crazy."

"You are making zero sense."

"Never mind," said Sam, desondent. "Just keep driving."

The agents drove away from the towns and out into the country. They took a right turn off a dirt track and started driving across muddied grass, heading towards a wooded area. Their car slowed to a stop several feet from the trees and Dean parked the Impala beside it.

Everyone got out of their respective vehicles and moved to the back to gather the required equipment. "So what's your plan then?" Dean asked Coulson.

"You two stand and wait for the creature while we stand ready to trap it." Dean and Sam stared at the man, half-expecting there to be more. "I was hoping I would think of something smarter than that but nothing came to mind." He shrugged.

Almost simultaneously Sam and Romanoff opened hidden storage within the trunks and revealed a masses of equipment. Each party snooped at the other, curious to see what each one had.

In the Winchester car, were rifles, shotgun and handguns. And that was the normal stuff. Arranged around those were rosemary beads, flasks of holy water, specialist knives and blades, matches and a cannister of gasoline.

The agents already had pistols strapped to their waists in holsters and the only gun in their car was unlike anything the Winchesters had ever seen. It was extremely large and black except for a strip of panels on either side that lit up with a soft orange glow once Coulson turned it on. Also in the car were various gadgets and contraptions, all things the brothers failed to recognise.

"And I thought we were packing some strange things," said Dean. Coulson smiled at him and turned the gun off. He replaced it with something of a similar size except it had a narrow front and a bulky back. It was designed to be held with two hands and looked dangerously like a greande launcher.

"I think we'll try non-lethal tactics first," said Coulson.

"That's non-lethal?" Sam questioned, pointing at the thing in Coulson's arms.

"It's not as mean as it looks," the agent explained. "Now you two go stand over there." He nodded them to walk in direction that was parralel to the tree line.

They walked away, Sam with a pistol in his hand and Dean with a knife in his. They stopped once Romanoff gave them the signal. "This is so stupid," Dean complained. "I'm still not convinced this things following us, it makes no sense. And if it does show up, how is this a good trap? We're in the middle of a field next to some trees, when you trap a monster you've got to corner the thing."

"It's not about that," Romanoff spoke up. "It's about coaxing the creature out into the open. The trees will make it feel safe enough until it get the courage to come out into the open."

"And then we let our equipment do the rest." Coulson lifted his contraption as if to demonstrate.

The group waited in the dark and cold for what felt like an age. Sam attempted to find the best spot to stand, one that wasn't too muddy and would offer solid ground, should he need to move quickly. Dean shifted his weight from one leg and back onto the other, unable to stand still.

A short distance away Romanoff leaned aginst their car while she stared in to the trees. Coulson had a pair of binoculars out and scanned the surrounding fields, seeing if he could catch a glimpse of the thing.

It was well over an hour before Romanoff spotted something. A large shape was moving slowly through the wood. The others hadn't seen it until there was the sound of a branch breaking and then all eyes were fixed in the same direction.

Then. It moved.

The creature came bursting out of the trees, sending shattered tree branches, leaves and dirt flying everywhere. It was bigger than a car and ran with a strange gait. It was built like a rhino except it was covered in grey scales and had a pair of large pale antlers.

The Winchesters stood their ground for as long as they dared, crouching in preparation to dodge out of the way. Even if the creature didn't attack, it could easily trample them to death.

Romanoff unclipped a pair of metal discs from her belt and flung them into the creature's path. Bolts of electricity shot up from the ground and the creature reared. It made a noisy and deep scream. A few seconds of it and the discs were spent. The thing shook its head and glared at Romanoff.

It slowly turned its bulk and began stalking the agents. Now Sam could see why it ran in such a strange way for the creature had third pair of legs. He scanned his mind for any potential information on the beast but came up with nothing. Much like the agents themselves, this was an unknown.

Coulson stayed put but called to them. "This won't work at this angle, we need it to come after you."

On hearing this Dean started yelling and shouting, waving his arms in the air. "Hey, you! You ugly son of..." He had run up behind the beast but was cut short as its tail swiped his feet from under him. He landed on his back and Sam heard painful groan.

With Dean's attempt failed, it was Sam's turn. He cocked his pistol and shot a round into the air. The creature made grunting sound and looked back. The second it spotted Sam it changed direction and began its awkward run all over again.

Sam could hear Dean's yells as all 6 of the creatures legs missed Dean by what seemed like inches. A couple more bounds and it would be on top of Sam. There was a whine followed by a mettalic cracking noise and hundreds of tiny cables wound around the creatures antlers and over its back, to connect together under the belly.

There was a heavy thud as a weight dropped out of the back of Coulson's "gun" and clamped itself to the ground. The main cable between gun and beast grew taught and it fell to the floor. Sam blinked away his fears. If he reached out and leaned forward he could touch the creature's nose.

Coulson let go of his netting gun, leaving it hanging between weighted clamp and cable. Romanoff ran forward to check on Dean and help him to his feet.

As they made their way over Sam noticed that the creature had started to strain at its constraints, as if trying to get closer to him.

"What is that thing? Do you recognise it?" asked Dean, patting himself down.

Coulson who had come closer to the creature was frowning. "I haven't seen one. But it sort of matches the description of something someone once mentioned."

"Alien?" enquired Romanoff, as if it was a very ordinary explanation.

"Sort of. I think it's..." Coulson left his sentence hanging when the creature stuck its tongue out and managed to give Sam a very big lick.

"Friendly." said Romanoff.

"I think it's something called a Bilgesnipe." Coulson finished. The Bilgesnipe started snuffling and whining. "And it likes Sam for some reason. Maybe it just wanted to get close to him? It might not even be that aggressive."

"Wait, are you saying that thing wasn't in attack mode," Dean pointed at it with a confused expression. "But it was just trying to give Sam a hug?"

Romanoff shrugged and nodded. "Seems plausible."

Their conversation was interrupted when they noticed rumbles in the sky and a familiar swirling of clouds. A column of light hit the ground a short distance away with a mighty cracking sound.

"Thor?" asked Romanoff.

The light dissipated to reveal a circle of singed grass. Stood at the centre was a man in a red cape, golden helmet and heavy armour. His blonde hair was to his shoulders, his muscles were thick and he carried a hammer.

Coulson and Romanoff walked away to go and greet him. "You think they know him?" asked Dean.

"They said 'Thor'" Sam pointed out. "You really think that's him?"

"Son of Coul, my dear friend Natasha, it is good to see you both." His deep voice carried far. Thor clapped both of them on the shoulder in a friendly gesture and they walked back to the captured bilgesnipe.

"I must apologise for this. I have not been in Asgard for some time and on my return Heimdall warned me that my bilgesnipe was causing mischief. He explained that it had gone looking for me in Midgard." He patted the creature on the head and it responded instantly. It whined and snuffled and even wagged its tail.

"Well it's been following these two," Romanoff explained. "Although we now believe it was just trying to get to Sam." She gestured to Sam.

Thor stepped towards them and offered them a short bow. "It is good to meet you. My apologies for what has happened."

Sam's eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open in amazement. "That's okay, no one got hurt except for the cow." Thor gave him a nod in gratitude and began snapping the cables that wrapped around the creature.

"Woah, what are you going to do with it?" Dean held his hands up, worried for what might happen once the creature was loose again.

"Do not worry, I will take it back to Asgard." Thor pointed to the sky.

"I'm curious, do you know why it might have been following me?" Sam moved to the other side of the bilgesnipe, attempting to help Thor, undo the cables. It quickly became apparent that Thor had been making it look far easier than it was. He snapped them with ease while Sam could barely make the budge.

"I know why," said Romanoff with a smug smirk. She eyed Thor and Sam as if to compare the two. "It thought it had found Thor."

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Author's Note: I'm not quite as pleased with this as I was with my Iron Man/ Doctor Who One-shot but I just thought the idea of a large animal mistaking Sam for Thor was too cute to pass up.

And apologies if it's a bit rough around the edges, as a nano project it's not quite as polished as it would be normally. But I hope you had fun anyway!

This story has been part of my camp nanowrimo project. #EmzorzNano