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Chapter Two:


"You should get dressed. This is getting weird," Dean said. He stood from the bed and went over to his brother's pile of skin. "I guess I'll clean this up while you hit the head. You figure I should bury it?"

"I was a bear?" Sam said, incredulous.

Dean stole a furtive look at his brother, who apparently wanted to become a full blown nudist. "Yeah, Sam. A Bear. Big Ben type. Moving on," Dean said.

"Why're you so cavalier about this?" Great, Sammy was getting all emotional.

"Why're you pulling out the big words?" Dean shot, even though he knew what cavalier meant.

"This isn't funny, Dean. We hunt shifters. I'm a shifter!' Sam stood, giving Dean a full frontal, and Dean threw a hand up and looked away.

"Know what else you are? Naked," Dean said. Then, with a shit-eating grin, he added, "What are you, some kind of animal?"

"I hate you," Sam said, matter-of-fact. He was nodding his head, eyes wide and exasperated.

"Bitch," Dean said.

Sam hesitated only half a second. "Jerk." His baby brother sighed, heading to the bathroom without another word.

Despite Dean's joking, he was concerned. The only positive aspect of this situation is that Sam didn't remember. If he didn't remember, which was completely unlike all other shifters, then maybe Sam wasn't actually a shifter. Maybe this was something done to him somehow, like a curse.

And curses could be reversed.

He sat at the small table in the motel room and opened Sam's laptop, searching for weird. He found three missing people, a local lottery winner, and...a zoo break-in.

Dean clicked on the story, skimming the news article for...yep. It was the bear enclosure. They still hadn't found the bear, either. Dean glanced to the bear hide on the motel floor.

Definitely burying it. Last thing he needed was PETA sending the law after them for "killing an escaped bear."

Sam exited the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist, and came to stand behind Dean. "Find anything?"

"Yeah, actually. Now find some pants. We gotta go." Dean shut the laptop and grabbed his coat.

"Where we going?" Sam said.

"A clown convention," Dean said. Sam immediately looked dejected. "Dude, it's the zoo. Now please find some clothes."


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