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Betaed by my wonderful friend Sammygirl1963
Previously on Supernatural: Turning back to his notes the teen quickly got back to work.
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Sam blew his long, chestnut bangs out of his face and leaned back against the headboard. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose attempting to relieve the headache staring at his notes for hours had caused. Groaning as the pounding intensified, the teenager forced himself to ignore the pain and focus on the case instead. After four hours of scouring his notes, he still had no clue what he was searching for. He knew the answer was there somewhere but he had yet to find it. And he was running out of time. Any moment now his dad was going to holler for him and the hunt would be on. He had to figure this out and fast. Before they went out and got caught with their pants down.
Frustrated with his lack of progress Sam ran a weary hand through his hair. He needed to relax a little first before his headache turned into a full blown migraine. He couldn't afford to have one right now: not with the success of the hunt riding on his shoulders. Sighing he felt for the bag of Funyuns that was lying beside him. Catching one corner of it the young hunter reached inside and pulled out the last few rings. Popping them in his mouth, Sam thought back over all the evidence. He had gone over everything from the police reports to witness statements so many times that he knew the information by heart. The only thing the teen hadn't double and triple checked was the crime scene and autopsy photos. He hadn't dared print them off earlier because the library's only printer was located behind the check-out desk. And pulling them up here was out of the question. The crap hole motel they were staying in didn't have internet access. That meant he'd have to rely on his memory. Dropping his head to his chest Sam mentally pictured the photographs. He concentrated on the areas around the bodies first. Recalling nothing of interest, he moved on to the bodies themselves. The answer had to be there.
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Dean peered around the doorway grinning at the sight of his younger brother sleeping sitting up. Spotting the notebook clutched in the napping teen's hands, the elder Winchester shook his head. "Figures" he muttered as he stepped into the room. Hearing the door to the other room open and his dad stomp out he sighed. His dad's mood hadn't changed since the argument earlier: he was still furious at Sam for daring to question his authority in front of Caleb. And that meant that the hunt Dean had so looked forward to was going to be about as much fun as a root canal. His dad would see to that. After this hunt, Caleb would probably never want to hunt with them again. Heck, they'd be lucky if he ever spoke to them. Their dad had alienated more friends than Dean cared to remember with that volatile temper of his.
Rolling the tension out of his shoulders, Dean shoved all those useless thoughts away. There was no sense worrying about things that may or may not happen. He needed to focus on the here and now, starting with his little brother. Looking back over at his peacefully sleeping sibling Dean was taken back to the night of Sammy's first hunt. The kid had been so excited and nervous that they'd had a hard time getting him to sleep. But he had finally drifted off in the middle of Dean's seventh recounting of his own first hunting experience. Their dad had let Sammy sleep an extra fifteen minutes before instructing Dean to wake him up while he loaded the car. And he still remembered how he'd woken the little brat up too. Dean smirked as the memory gave him a wicked idea. "This is gonna be great!" he thought rubbing his hands together in glee. He glanced back into the other room to make sure the coast was clear and then silently crept across the room towards his sleeping sibling. Making it to the side of the bed Dean slowly reached out to grab Sammy's arms and...
Thud! Dean suddenly found himself on the bed flat on his back with Sam grinning down at him. "What the…"
"Getting slow there bro!" Sam teased patting Dean's chest. Chuckling at his brother's expression, the teen released his hold on his sibling and started to walk away.
"I'll show you slow" Dean muttered. Jumping off the bed, he wrapped an arm around Sam's neck putting the younger boy in a choke hold. He easily dodged the elbow aimed at his ribs as well as a kick headed for the family jewels. "Who's the slow one now, huh buddy boy?"
"Dean! Sam! Let's go!" John bellowed from the other room.
Sighing Dean released his hold on his little brother. "We'll pick this up later bitch." He warned, pointing a finger at Sam.
"You better believe it jerk" Sam fired back. Snatching up his notebook he trudged to the door stopping when he realized his sibling wasn't behind him. "Dean?"
"Coming" Dean called. A few moments later he strode out of the bathroom carrying a plastic cup full of water. "Here" he said handing the cup and two white pills to his little brother.
"What are these for?" Sam asked.
"Your headache" Dean simply replied. "Take'em and let's go before dad decides to come in and get us."
Grimacing at the memory of the one and only time his father had done just that, the seventeen year old quickly swallowed the pills and hurried out the door after his brother.
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John pulled the impala onto a half hidden dirt path in the woods a couple of streets away from their intended destination. Stopping in front of the chain blocking his way, he put the car in park and opened his door. The senior hunter glanced around before climbing out of the driver's seat and slinking over to the padlocked chain. Taking his lock pick set out of his pocket, he swiftly picked the metal lock and threw the chain to one side. After another sweep of the area, he rushed back to the '68 Chevy and dropped inside. He drove several feet up the dirt trail stopping when he was certain the black beauty couldn't be seen from the road. Exiting the vehicle, the Winchester patriarch stormed to the back and popped the trunk. Lifting the lid of the weapon's compartment, he propped it open scooting over a little as Caleb, Dean, and Sam joined him. Snagging his pearl handled revolver, John checked the clip before tucking the gun in the back of his jeans. He then picked up one of the flare guns and a handful of cartridges. He put a cartridge in the gun and then shoved the gun in the waistband of his pants and the extra cartridges in his jacket pocket. Going to the front of the impala, he grabbed the map out of the front seat and carefully spread it out on the hood.
Sam walked up beside his father and peered at the map. Taking in the distance between the two sites, he wondered how they were going to cover that large an area. Hearing Dean and Caleb come up behind him, he looked over at his dad waiting for the man to explain the details of the hunt ahead.
John glanced at the three younger hunters before focusing back on the map. "Okay the two campsites are about five miles northeast and northwest of our position here and here. We'll have to split up to cover both spots." He explained. "Dean, you and Caleb will take the site to the east. Sammy and I will handle the one to the west."
"Ye…What?" Dean stammered staring at his dad over the hood of his baby. "You want me to go with Caleb?"
"Did I stutter?" John huffed pinning his son with a look that brokered no argument.
"No sir" Dean automatically replied. "It's just that, uhhh, never mind. Go east with Caleb. I understand sir."
Nodding his head his eldest's compliance, John continued. "You see anything you call. Otherwise check in every half hour." He instructed as he rolled the map up. He chunked it through the open driver's side window. "Understood?"
"Yes sir" the younger men chorused.
"Alright, move out" John ordered.
Dean and Caleb exchanged worried looks before starting towards the woods. Dean patted his little brother's back as he walked past. "Be careful Sammy" he whispered.
"You too" Sam softly replied. He watched Caleb and Dean disappear into the woods and then turned and hurried after his dad.
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Sam silently trudged through the dense undergrowth eyes and ears alert for the slightest movement or sound. So far the only creatures they'd encountered were a raccoon and a family of oppossums. Those had both been in the first mile of their trek and they hadn't seen anything since. But the teen knew that could change at any moment. The closer they got to the campsite, the more likely they were to cross paths with the Adlet. Seeing his father's signal to stop Sam froze in his tracks. His senses swiftly honed in on the faint sound of…laughter? "Oh crap" the youngster thought.
John glanced back locking eyes with his son. He gave Sam instructions using hand signals and then inched forward towards the noise. Peering through a break in the trees, the hunter grimaced at the scene before him. Several teenagers and young adults were gathered around a roaring fire. Some were sitting drinking beer and talking while others were prancing around. Biting back a groan, John ran a hand across his beard. The hunt had just gotten more complicated.
Sam rolled his eyes at the partying teens. They didn't have a clue how much danger they were in. If they had, they would have chosen a different spot for their party; one far away from here. Knowing his dad was going to attempt to make the kids leave, the young hunter scanned the crowd searching for the leader of the group. He wasn't hard to spot. The twenty something man with the shoulder length jet black hair and beady eyes was surrounded by girls all vying for his attention. Nudging his dad, Sam nodded his head towards the cackling young man.
John glanced over at the youngster Sam pointed out. The cocky kid was definitely the head of the rowdy group. Reaching over he squeezed his son's shoulder in silent praise before standing and walking into the clearing. He marched straight to the black haired man sitting on a log in the middle of the camp. "What do you kids think you're doing here?" he demanded. "These woods are off limits."
"So?" the younger man haughtily stated.
John's eyes narrowed. "Listen punk, I don't have time for any macho crap. You can either leave quietly or you can argue and I'll drag your butts to jail." He growled glaring at the kid.
"Hans, listen to the man." A blond haired girl sitting beside the scowling young man whispered. "I don't wanna go to jail."
"Quiet Hannah. He's no cop." Hans ground out before looking back at John. "I know all the cops around here and you ain't one of them."
"No, I'm not. I'm special agent John Singer of the F.B.I." John told them flashing his fake identification to the group.
"And I suppose the kid is F.B.I. too?" Hans skeptically asserted.
"He's a trainee." John fibbed. "He's here to get some field experience. Now if you're through with your little inquisition, I want you packed up and ready to go in five. I won't ask again son."
Seeing the determined expression on the older man's face Hans nodded. "Judd, you and Buck put out the fire. Margo, you girls pack up the food." He instructed.
John watched the group for a moment to assure himself that they were breaking camp and then turned to his son. "Sammy, I want you to walk them back to their vehicles." He ordered. "I don't wanna take the chance of them changing their minds and heading to the other campsite."
"I can't leave you here alone!" Sam protested.
"You can and you will." John argued. "This isn't up for discussion Sam."
"But dad you can't go off on your own! Something's wrong! I can feel it!" the youngster fired back. "I mean, don't you think it's odd that these kids are out here despite the deaths being all over the newspapers?"
"Not really" John replied shrugging his shoulders. "Kids do stupid things all the time."
"But dad…"
"Shut it Sam! You will take those kids to their car and that's final!" John growled slapping his neck as he felt a sharp sting. Feeling a cylindrical object embedded in his neck, he pulled it free. Vision wavering, he gazed down at the tiny metal dart in his hand before glancing over at Sam. Seeing his son collapse, the Winchester patriarch took a wobbling step and then crumpled to the ground.
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Hans strode over and knelt down beside the downed Winchesters. He prodded both men smiling as neither man so much as flinched. Standing he turned to his followers. "Bring the young one." He commanded.
"What about the bossy one?" a short chubby teen asked.
"Leave him" Hans instructed.
"May we have him, master?" Hannah asked. Her fangs descended as she licked her lips.
"No! No one touches the hunter!" Hans growled pushing the young woman away from the fallen hunter. "We need him. You know that."
"Yes Hans" Hannah meekly replied. She sidestepped around the angry vampire and quickly followed the men carrying their prisoner.
Hans spared one last glance at the unconscious man before disappearing into the darkness. He would finally have his revenge.
