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Swamp Creature

Chapter three

The brothers spent a restless night as they listened to the sound of the swamp. Between the sounds of the frogs, crickets and alligators grunting all night they got little sleep, each one expecting to hear the bells ring as an alligator ventured into their camp. The next morning they sat around their campfire heating some canned food that they had bought back at the small store next to the ranger station.

"And people do this for fun…" Dean said as he stirred the mixture while Sam stood up and stretched.

"How can anyone camp out here for fun? If the humidity doesn't kill you the bugs or alligators will." Sam yawned then looked over at Dean. "…or snakes. Dean don't move." Sam took a step back as he looked at the large snake curled up near Dean's leg.

Dean froze to the spot but looked up at Sam.

"What?" He said his eyes wide wondering what Sam was looking at.

"Just don't move." He looked around for anything he could use to flip the snake away from Dean. He finally saw a long stick behind the tent and slowly walked over and picked it up. "Now just hold still." He said as he positioned the stick under the snake. He had just started to pick the snake up when Dean glanced back and inadvertently moved his leg causing the snake to strike him right above his knee.

"Owww!" Dean yelped as he jumped away. He frantically began pulling down his pants to see where the snake had bit him.

When Dean cried out Sam dropped the snake and was about to beat it to death with the thick end of the stick when he stopped and looked over at Dean who had a panic look on his face. His pants were down around his ankles and he was hopping around on one foot holding the other leg up trying to see where the snake had bit him.

"What the hell are you looking at? Kill it!" Dean shouted as he lost his balance and fell into the swamp.

Sam doubled over and roared with laughter as he walked over and offered Dean his hand.

"What's so damn funny?" Dean asked as he grabbed Sam's hand.

"It's not poisonous Dean. Once I got close enough to it I recognized it. It's a harmless black snake."

"Real funny jerk." Dean yanked hard and pulled Sam into the swamp with him. Both of them crawled out covered in mud.

"Oh that was smart! Now we're both covered in crap!" Sam said looking down at his mud soaked body.

"Well it's your fault!"

"My fault? Why is it my fault? I didn't throw you in there."

"Yeah …but you didn't try to stop me."

"How the hell was I suppose to stop you? You're hopping all over the place like an idiot."

"Well what did you want me to do? I got bit by a snake!"

Sam started laughing again.

"You should have seen your face….Damn I wish I had a camera."

"Yeah it's real funny geek jerk." Dean said as he stormed off to the tent to change.

Later

After changing they washed the mud off of their clothes the best they could being careful to keep an eye out for alligators then decided to drive the boat around and see if they could spot anything.

"So how long do we stay at one campsite?" Sam asked.

"I figured maybe two nights at each site. Then we'll move further back into the swamp."

Sam looked around.

"I can see where someone could get completely turned around in here. Just make one wrong turn and you're lost."

"Yeah I know." Dean also looked around. "It all looks the same."

"You know Dean maybe there isn't a creature out there, maybe these people really did just get lost. I can see how that could happen. You make one wrong turn out here and you could go around in circles forever and never find your way out."

"It's possible….but we drove all the way here so we might as well give it a few days. If nothing happens we'll just chalk it up to the girlfriend being hysterical after her boyfriend got lost."

"But if it turns out there is some kind of a creature out here let's hope a bullet will kill it."

"Well I brought silver bullets; silver kills a lot of creatures."

"Yeah but if it doesn't work we could be in a lot of trouble."

The swamp

The creature watched from deep in the swamp. As the boat neared, it lifted its head and sniffed the air. It had smelled that smell before, human flesh, and knew it had hunted and killed creatures like it before. Drool dripped from its mouth as it slipped under the water as the boat with its two passengers slowly drifted by.

TBC