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Author's note: Here's Day 6. Sorry for the lateness of the post but I had some technical difficulties. Tommow's chapter will be posted on time. Enjoy!

Trust and Faith

By infinite shadow

Day 6 December 10th

Jim had gone into Sammy's room intent on waking him up but paused for a moment to watch the small child. He was sleeping so peacefully that he felt compelled to take a moment and pray that Dean's first hunt isgoing as peacefully.

Gently he shook the five year old awake. "Morning sleepy head. Time to get up."

"Why?" Sammy mumbled as he turned over and reached out seeking his big brother.

"You told me yesterday that you wanted to be a better hunter than your brother," Jim said.

"Yeah," the boy said sleepily.

"Your brother excelled at Tai Chi. If you want to be a better hunter than him then this is a good first step," Jim said patiently.

"Start tomorrow," Sammy mumbled into his pillow.

"That's what I thought. You do not have the heart of a hunter," Jim said as he sighed dramatically not letting himself feel one bit guilty over his tactics.

Suddenly Sammy was sitting up in bed. "I do too!" He said indignantly.

"Well then get up so we can go through the routine," Jim said as he smiled at the boy. "Get dressed and I'll wait for you downstairs."

Sammy frowned as the pastor left his room. He turned back to look at his pillow then threw off his covers and got dressed as quickly as he could. When he got downstairs Jim was already going through his warm up exercises. Sammy stood next to him and tried to match what Jim did for the next hour.

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Jesse looked over at John. "How's your head."

"Hard as ever," John quipped.

"Your son?" Jesse asked.

John was quiet for a few minutes. "He's breathing but there's gashes on his arms and his shoulder looks funny like it's out of place," John said then was quiet again.

"We'll be ok John," Jesse said softly. "Really."

"Daddy?" Dean slurred.

"Right here slugger," John said as his heart clenched slightly. His oldest hadn't called him Daddy since the night of the fire that claimed his mother's life.

"Feel funny," Dean said.

"What hurts?" John asked.

"Everything," Dean mumbled and John knew he was going back to sleep.

John snorted softly. "Yeah that just about sums it up doesn't it buddy."

"Not your fault John," Jesse said quietly.

"Really? Then whose fault is it Jesse? I'm his father. I'm responsible for him," John said angrily.

"Hey you're a man in very odd circumstances. With everything you've been through I'm surprised that you and your kids are so normal," Jesse said.

John raised his eyebrows and looked over at his friend. "I'm afraid to ask what your definition of normal is."

Jesse chuckled. "Yeah. Be afraid. Be very afraid."

There was an echoing scratching noise then and the men tensed fearful that the monster would come back in the room. But it didn't appear and the men gave a collective sigh of relief.

"I let you talk me into the strangest things," Jesse said.

"Yeah? How so?" John challenged.

"Oh come on. I thought when you called you were putting me on," Jesse said.

"Really?" John asked.

Jesse chuckled. "Well how many times does someone call you up and say hey I'm going to hunt the Abominable Snowman. Wanna come?"

John laughed quietly. "Yeah I guess that doesn't happen everyday."

"Listen John you're a lot of fun. But when you decide to go after Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer could you leave me out of it?" Jesse asked.

"Sure. No problem," John said.

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Jim put out a colouring book for Sammy with crayons at the table. He set himself up near the boy at the table so he could work on his sermon and some general paperwork for the church. He watched the boy play with Angel on the floor for a few moments. For being a hyper kid he really was easy to look after. He turned to his notes and concentrated on his sermon.

"What'cha doing Pastor Jim?" Sammy asked a while later.

"Working on the Sunday sermon," Jim said.

"Oh. Are all the adults that bad that they hafta get a lecture every Sunday?" the five year old asked.

"A sermon is not a lecture Sammy. A sermon is a story with a lesson that is told to adults once a week," Jim said.

"Oh," Sammy said. "Can I help?"

"Well not right now. How about when I'm done I can read it to you and you can tell me if you like it or not," Jim suggested.

"Ok," Sammy said.

"Do you want to sit and colour?" Jim asked motioning to the colouring book on the table.

"Ok," the boy said again.

Sammy climbed into the chair and sat on his knees. He took a few minutes to look through the book before he found a picture he wanted to colour. Then he took serious stock of the crayon selection in the box. He pulled out a crayon, gave it some serious consideration then put it back into the box. He chose another colour, looked at the colour and back at the picture again. Satisfied it was the colour he wanted he carefully began to colour.

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John pulled on his restraints and heard Jesse do the same beside him. Both men had been working hard to either pull the chains out of the walls or get their wrists out of the manacles. The only thing they had accomplished were bloody wrists.

Dean stirred beside his father again. "Sammy?' he mumbled.

"Shhh Dean. Just rest," John said softly.

Dean moved an arm around in the dirt as if reaching out for something. "Dad where's Sammy?"

"He's with Pastor Jim," he said softly.

Dean curled his body closer to his father. "Not here. Should be right here," he said as he reached out again.

John sighed and was surprised as Dean pushed himself to sit up. He saw his son shiver and shift so he could lean up against his father.

"Dad?" Dean asked as he looked around the room. "What are we doing here?"

For the first time John was able to take a good look at his son. There was blood on his jacket and a tear or two in the material. His face had a few small lacerations but they seemed to have scabbed over already.

"We were hunting the abominable snowman. Do you remember anything?" John asked.

"Big hairy white bear like on Rudolf?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Something like that," John said.

"Why don't we just pull out his teeth then we can send him up to work at the north pole?" Dean asked seriously.

From the other side of his father Jesse began to laugh.

John could see the glassiness of his boy's eyes. "Well we'd have to tie him up first and looks like he got the drop on us."

Dean shifted so he could look to see who was laughing on the other side of his Dad. "Got a better idea Mr Bad Assed Librarian?" he challenged.

Jesse laughed even harder and even John cracked a smile.

"Man is your kid always this funny John?" Jesse asked.

"Only when he's concussed," John said.

"Dad?" Dean asked quietly suddenly serious and looking afraid. He moved closer to John.

"It's ok Dean," John said as he pulled on the manacles again making more blood appear at the cuffs of his jacket.

There was a snort that came from the opening of the room. John and Jesse's attention went from Dean to the door of their room. The white bear-like creature was standing there looking at them curiously as it seemed to sniff at the room. It opened it's mouth and gave a quiet almost questioning roar. Then it watched them for another moment and walked into the room. It stood at full height as it walked in then dropped to all fours as it neared them.

"Oh this can't be good," Jesse mumbled.

"Dean get behind me," John said. "Close your eyes son. Now. That's an order."

Dean hesitated for a moment before moving behind his Dad.

The monster got close to Jesse. The man moved his head away and scrunched his eyes closed waiting for the beast to take a bite out of him. It merely sniffed at him like a dog would then moved over to John and did the same. With a grunt it turned to where Dean had been shackled and gave another grunt before it left the room.

"Well that was definitely different," John said puzzled. "You can come out now Dean."

When no answer came he looked at Jesse. The other hunter just had a small smile on his face.

"He's out like a light," Jesse said.

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When Jim had finished his sermon he looked and saw that Sammy had stopped colouring and was quietly playing on the floor of the living room playingwith his brother's green plastic soldiers. Angel was with him sniffing at the pieces of plastic sometimes knocking them over sometimes licking them.

"Hey!" Sammy yelled as Angel picked one up and started to chew on it. He reached in and pulled the mangled piece out of the dogs mouth.

"This isn't a doggie treat," Sammy said looking at the misshaped plastic piece. "Dean's gonna kill me."

"Oh I don't think so. It's just one piece Sammy," Jim said. "He probably won't even notice."

"You really think so?" Sammy asked.

"Yup," Jim said seriously. "I'm going to whip up some dinner. Any preferences?"

"Mac and cheese?" Sammy asked.

Jim shook his head. "Should've known."

Jim went into the kitchen and prepared macaroni and cheese for that nights dinner. When it was ready he went out to get the boy and bring him into the kitchen to eat. He found him on the floor of his study looking at a very large and dusty book.

"What do you have there Sammy?" Jim asked.

"I'm not sure," the young boy said and carefully closed the book. "I can't make out any words."

"You know how to read?" Jim asked.

"Dean's been teaching me. We haven't gone to school this year yet. Dad's last job was in the middle of no where until we got here," Sammy said.

"Oh. So Dean's taught you some words huh. That's great," Jim said as he read the title of the book. It was written in Latin and was a very old text. He gently took the book and put it back onto the shelf.

"Sammy that book is almost three hundred years old," Jim said. "The reason you can't read it is it's written in a different language."

"Of course!" Sammy said as he hit his forehead. "It's written in Latin."

Jim stifled a laugh and nodded seriously. "Yes it is."

"Can you teach me some Latin Pastor Jim?" Sammy asked.

"Sure. How about this. Christo," he said.

"Christo," Sammy repeated. "I heard Daddy say that when we were in the cabin. What does that mean?"

"It's God in Latin," Jim said.

"Ohhh that's a good one," Sammy said. "Daddy said that at Dean a few days before we left the cabin. Dean was mad and stopped talking to Daddy and wouldn't do what Daddy wanted him to do. Why would Daddy say that to Dean?"

"I'm not sure. Lets go have dinner and I'll teach you some more words in Latin, OK?" Jim offered.

"Sure," Sammy said with a shrug.