A.N. Hello again. Just to warn that I can't guarentee a chapter per day during the week, have to show my face at work and all; but I will post chapters as quickly as I can, ok? Chick xxx


CHAPTER 7

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Dean scowled at the leaflet Sam had handed over to him. Seeing his older brother's expression, Sam sucked in his lips to stop himself laughing.

"You have got to be freakin' kidding me? "The Yeti Hunter's Full Colour Map of Yeti Sightings Within The GreatForest. Sixty Years of Searching." Unbelievable."

Sam pointed to the leaflet.

"Open it up...It's got a chart inside showing how many sightings there have been in each decade. The Seventies look like they were pretty busy."

Dean opened the fold out leaflet. Covering the inside was a simple and brightly coloured map of the forest. Dotted all over it were tiny little Yeti shapes. Each one was filled with the colour which, on a bar chart, denoted which decade the sighting was supposed to have occurred. On the sightings chart, the Seventies column was coloured pale blue, and 39 pale blue yeti shapes could be seen, standing around at various points on the map. A second chart showed how many of the apparent sightings per decade occurred on the Guided Yeti Hunts. Unsurprisingly, it seemed to be the vast majority. Sam pointed again at the map, to a spot where a dozen little Yetis of various hues stood huddled together.

"So, I figured maybe we should head over to this area here where there's been most sightings over the years. Seems to be a real hot spot for Yetis. Our chances of bumping into it look really good. It's roughly a twelve mile walk. I worked out that if we set off early, we should get there around late morning; we hang around for a bit until the Yeti pops up, kill it, and could probably get back here by late afternoon or early evening. Then we pack up camp, and we can be on our way. Job done! What do you think? Or, I've got an alternative option you might want to go for and that I actually think is the better choice. Plan B says we still get up early, but then we drive into town and sign ourselves up for the guided hunt. Those guides will know exactly where to find the Yeti. Hell, they've probably even got an agreement with him about what time he'll let himself be seen. Looking at the pictures he won't be hard to spot, I mean, a twelve foot yeti with it's pelt in one of those colours? Not exactly camouflage, is it? I'll happily go with either plan, you choose."

Horror and disbelief at Sam's proposal settled onto Dean's face.

"Are you serious? "

The beginnings of a grin of amusement tugged at the corners of Sam's mouth, he rapidly reigned it in.

"Well, yeah. You saw the graph for yourself...It's kinda logical, isn't it? Most of the sightings were in that spot, and the highest number of sightings out of the total happen on the guided tour. On that basis, we can't really fail! I vote we sign up."

Dean folded the leaflet up and put it down at his feet, a small frown on his face. He shifted his position on his boulder seat, ensuring his was directly facing Sam. He leaned forward, resting his forearms across his legs as he gazed intently at his brother. Sam waited, a picture of innocence as he gazed back at Dean.

"Sam...Sammy..."

"Yes Dean?"

"Are you sure you're feeling alright bro?"

"Yes, Dean."

"You don't feel off? Have a headache? Blood sugar took a nose dive? Temperature a little high? Any strange hangovers from your, er...daydreaming episode?

"No, Dean."

Dean's frown deepened.

"Hang on!...You're totally playing me! Aren't you Sammy? Not exactly camouflage."

Sam's face finally split into a broad grin.

"Yes, Dean."

The peace of the forest was shattered when Dean launched himself at his brother, reaching out to grab him. Sam neatly dodged out of Dean's reach, and set off racing through the trees, laughing. Dean swiftly gave chase, shouting threats and promises as he ran.

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Dean was fast on his feet, but Sam had the advantage of his length of stride, and he soon began to pull away from Dean, swerving in and out of trees, leaping over short shrubs, crashing through swathes of ferns and ducking under low branches. Very soon Dean had lost sight of Sam and was now reliant on being guided by the sound of Sam's teasing shouts, and the noise he made speeding through the forest. That is, until very suddenly, there was no sound at all signalling the wearabouts of the younger Winchester.

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Dean skidded to a standstill and listened intently, but still heard no noises giving him any clues as to where Sam had gone. Dean's anxiety levels immediately shot skyward. He began to walk in the direction he had last heard anything from Sam. His senses tuned to respond to anything untoward, Dean continuously scanned the area all around him, looking for any tracks or signs of a struggle.

"SAAAAM...Answer me dammit...I'm serious! Stop playing Hide Go Seek and get your ass back here!..SAMMY!"

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Chick xxx