Chapter 3
Disclaimer: as chapter 1.
Half an hour later, Dean pulled the Impala into the car park of one of the local beauty spots, where tourists were already snapping pictures of family and friends with the tree cover mountains as a back drop. Sam climbed out and drawing in a lungful of crisp Colorado air, the scent of pine was everywhere. It was only the beginning of Autumn, but at this altitude it was already chilly, the light strained and watery.
"Yeah, whatever." Sam barely caught his brother mutterings, as he turned to see Dean being dragged off by a family of Japanese tourists complete with Grandma and babies. The father gesturing enthusiast at the shiny new camera now in Deans hands.
By the time Dean had disentangled himself from the bowing and handshaking crowd, Sam once more had his head buried in his arms, this time trying to smother his laughter against the Impalas black roof. The fixed smile plastered across his brothers face when the family insisted on having there picture taken with there new American friend, had nearly killed him.
"Laugh it up Francis." Sam looked up to see his brother opening the drivers' side door, an annoyed look on his face. Sam ducked into the car before he could register the amusement hiding in his brothers' eyes. Dam it was good to hear the kid laugh again, even if he once again had to be the butt of the joke. There'd been too little to laugh about in there lives of late.
Sams soft laughter turned into howls as he spotted the smear of granny lipstick across the side of his brothers face. Dean for his part didn't even bother to speak as he slammed the Impala into reverse smacking Sam off the dashboard. He had to draw a line somewhere.
They didn't speak for a while after that, Sam nursing his bruised elbow and Dean scrubbing at the offending lipstick with the corner of his sleeve.
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"O.K, give me the lowdown." Dean didn't take his eyes off the road as he spoke, so he missed his brother rolling his eyes as he began to dig through his notes from the previous night.
There Dad had sent them the coordinates for the woods just outside Pattersons Ridge, Colorado two days ago with his usual lack of explanation. They didn't have much to go on.
"Nothing really, it's a quite town. Few more deaths than normal, but it's a hunting town. Fourteen reported within the same 20 mile stretch of woods over the last 5 years, mostly tourists up to do some hunting or hiking but a few were local. All young men 18-25 years old but other than that nothing really to link them, again not unusual in a town whose main industry is outdoor sports. Different causes of death." Sam continued to shuffle through the stack of papers. "This one is interesting. About 6 months ago, twin brothers Andy and Mark Ritter, local boys go hunting in the woods two days latter hunters find Marks body up below the ridge line, they think he was mauled by a bear. Andy wanders out of the wood three days after that, physically he's fine just a little banged. Mentally…..Dam Dean this guys barely hanging in there, he's been admitted to a state psychiatric facility about 70 miles away outside of Clearwater." Sam shot his brother a sideways glance, frowning.
"Sam the guy'd just seem his twin brother eaten by a bear, he's bound to be a little messed up."
"You don't get it Dean, this guy is barely functional, he won't let anyone touch him." Sam paused "Look, this report says he's only said one thing since the incident "Please, I'll be good." It's all he'll say over and over again."
"O.K so maybe something else is going on."
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tell me what you think please.
