A/N:

Thank you to stargazer100 and Christine for the great reviews!

Jacob got up from the table to claim the unoccupied bathroom next, though he wanted to listen in on more. They had work to do, after all, and he couldn't delay it for questions he could ask anytime.

Bowman took a few bracing swallows of coffee before setting down the nearly finished cap. His belly was comfortably full and his wings were getting plenty of energy in the sunlight. He glanced over his shoulder at them, noticing the tips quivering quite distinctly. That was weird.

Dean took a seat directly behind where Sam was sitting. "Any hangovers today?" he asked with a smirk, jokingly messing up Sam's fluffy hair.

Sam grumbled as he tried to fix it. "No," he stated. "And watch it, would ya? It's not like I have a hairbrush to fix this," he grumbled. He dodged a second swipe from Dean, batting the hand away.

Bowman flinched away, watching Dean's invading hand with perplexed eyes. It was still alarming to see such big hands moving around, but Sam made it look so casual even though that hand could completely surround him at any time. Bowman blinked a few times, shifting his wings restlessly. "What's a hang-over?"

Sam was mid-bitchface when he heard the question. He glanced back at Bowman, caught off-guard. "If you wake up with a headache, or you want to throw up, or anything like that..." he explained. "It means you drank too much beer, which can be easy to do if you've never drank before." He glared up at Dean. "I swear, you have to be immune or something," he grumbled.

Bowman got to his feet, on a sudden impulse to stand. His wings tucked loosely to his back because they were still quivering. Hopefully that wouldn't look like fear. He wasn't sure what was causing that. "I don't feel anything either," he pointed out with a tilt of his head. "How much do you have to have to hang over?"

Sam frowned. He hadn't had enough to get a full hangover yet. "I'm not sure," he said. "I mean, two full bottle caps would probably be a good start for that... I must have fallen asleep too fast last night to drink enough to get there."

Dean shrugged, joining in the conversation. "It depends. Some people get drunk fast. Some have a good resistance," he smirked, "like me. You two lightweights need to build up a resistance."

Bowman flared his wings open defiantly, glad that the light coming from behind added to the effect, even though they were still blasted jittery. If this was because of that stupid coffee drink...
"Get drunk? That's not what happened, thank the Spirit," Bowman scoffed, missing the colloquial meaning. "Why does our weight have anything to do with it anyway? Just because you're probably a million ounces doesn't mean you have to rub it in."

Dean blinked at that. "Hey!" he protested. "S'not like I don't drink more than you in the first place! And besides. I only weigh like 175 pounds. It's not my fault you two are weightless over here!"

Bowman's eyes widened only for a split second as he pondered 175 pounds all in one person. It hadn't been possible the day before, but here he was, arguing with someone absolutely massive. "Weightless suits me, I fly faster for it," he retorted confidently. "I can get up to thirty miles per hour in the right conditions!"

"Maybe you'll have to prove it then," Dean snarked back. "I mean, you didn't do a good job getting away from Sam, what happens if you need to get away from something bigger or faster?"

Bowman glared. That had hardly counted. Sam had taken advantage while Bowman was close by trying to help him. Sam would be limping around with a leg swollen from spider venom if not for Bowman.

"What, like you? If I'm in the air you won't catch me very easily, giant, humongous hands or not."

Dean held up his hands, hoping to calm the sprite down. "Hey, I'm not planning on catching you again. But what if you get stuck on the ground again? You gotta be able to dodge your way outta trouble."

Sam listened to the conversation and started to edge away from Bowman and Dean, hoping to stay out of the line of fire. It was at least marginally friendlier than the back and forth the day before, but it was still a cycle of snark meeting snark in a feedback loop. Without Sam or Jacob around, they might never snap out of the cycle.

Bowman huffed. He glanced past Dean as Jacob emerged from that side room, but paid the other giant little mind. "I don't get stuck on the ground much," he assured Dean boastfully. "But when I do I have these to help hide me." He stretched out his wings, clearly quite proud of them.

Dean smirked and reached out a hand to poke at one of Bowman's outstretched wings. "Where could you even hide on the ground? Bit far from the tree branches, isn't it?"

Bowman balked, thinking that those sprite sized fingers were about to coil around him like before, but they just brushed his wings, earning a scathing look for the human. He swatted Dean's hand with one of the offended limbs. Having such large digits close to his wings felt dangerous. "You saw the ferns growing, didn't you?! There's plenty of places to hide out there, in the trees or on the ground." He crossed his arms, trying to halt the fidgeting in his hands.

"That means you'd have to sit still for more than five seconds," Dean said with a smirk. "You're not doing so well with that right now." Judging from Bowman's edginess, the coffee he'd been drinking when Dean had been in the bathroom must have completely kicked in by now.

"What's the point of sitting still? There's nothing green here but me anyway!" Bowman shot back. He'd be very unprepared if he had to hide in this cavernous room. With all the angular corners and furniture he really was out of his element. Courtesy of these blasted giants.

"Guess you'll need to find a better way to take cover," Dean laughed. "Blending in is out, you could always try hiding in a pocket. Sam's done that one to me before."

Bowman scoffed. He really wanted to prove something to this human who kept laughing at him. It was discouraging enough knowing that Dean could do anything he wanted and meet no resistance from Bowman. "I will not be going in any blasted pockets! " he groused.

Dean shrugged. "I mean, you don't have to, but trust me. You're gonna want to once we leave the room. Until we're safely in the Impala there's other humans around. You might not like me and Jacob, but at least we're taking you back home."

Bowman was skeptical. All that talk the day before about making sure he wasn't guilty and they would just take him back today? There had to be some kind of catch. He tensed, and a moment later he was in the air, his wings absolutely bursting with energy. He hovered several feet above the table. "Well, if you're taking me home, then what's the wait? Gonna talk me to sleep first or what?" he snipped.

Jacob laughed at that. He really couldn't leave that sprite with Dean without it quickly becoming a snark battle. Honestly he was sad he missed parts of it. It was probably hilarious.

"Only if you want me to," Dean shot back. "We can't head out until we have a plan, and a place to head. We need to track down that campsite and see if we can find any more clues about these wolves, and see if we can find where that lich is hiding out. The sooner we find that thing, the sooner we can smash it's phylactic-thingy."

Sam smirked. "Right. Its thingy." He glanced up at the hovering sprite. "Bowman, didn't you say you could sense the... energy these things give off?" he called up curiously.

Bowman hesitated, feeling three sets of curious eyes on him. He frowned, knowing the question that would follow. They'd want him to stay near them so he could guide them towards the source of that corruption. No way he wanted to stick close to a couple of kidnapping giants!

"Yeah, I sensed something, so what?"

Jacob leaned forward where he sat on one of the beds, observing. "Well, can't you help us find it? The sooner we do, the sooner we can get rid of it," he said hopefully. Bowman, however, looked cynical where he hovered.

He also looked ready to bolt in a random direction, but mostly cynical.

"That's right. The sooner we clean this lich up, the sooner everything goes back to normal," Dean chimed in. "And a way to find it faster than us wandering through the forest searching for a trail to follow would be a huge help."

Bowman raised an eyebrow. Nothing could go back to normal. Humans existing was outside the 'normal.' These giants had marched in and shattered Bowman's worldview as easily as they had trapped him. He went from feeling tall to feeling very insignificant in a day, unable to even open a door.

"Bowman, if we take too long with this, more people will die," Jacob said. He gave the sprite a sincere look, wishing he had Sam's talent for those puppy dog eyes.

Bowman scowled and flew higher with an irritated flick of his wings. "You people kidnapped me and trapped me," he reminded them, holding up a fist to show how easily he'd been concealed in a similar hand. "Now you want me to fly towards danger so you can save more humans? I don't remember owing any of you much of anything," he snipped hotly.

Sam gave Bowman his own dewy-eyed look of understanding. "Bowman, humans might visit the forest, but we don't live there. Your people will be in even more danger if they're found. Don't you want to take care of this before it ever finds them?"

Bowman scoffed quietly but couldn't argue with Sam. A regular wolf would be bad enough for the village. But one that brought sickness and decay? They wouldn't stand a chance.

Jacob watched the little guy think it over. Then, Bowman darted suddenly over to the TV and perched atop it, his wings fluttering in frustration and definitely caffeine. He'd had too much and it was amplifying how irritated he already was. Jacob sighed. "We want to help your people, too. They're innocent, same as the humans."

Sam interjected. "This is what we do. We try and help as many people as we can. We're not gonna just leave you to defend yourselves against something like these wolves. One way or the other, we'll figure it out."

Bowman looked between Jacob and Sam as they leveled him with those stares from either direction. He ruffled his wings and sighed. They were definitely far more equipped to fight off wolves. The sprites were not fighters by nature. "Then you'll really let me go? You won't try to trap anyone else?"

Sam shook his head as hard as he could. "No. " He glanced up at Dean, who sighed.

"Bowman, we only grabbed you because you might have had something to do with this thing, and we didn't know what happened between you and Sam. We're not gonna trap you again, and we don't want to grab anyone else. It was just a misunderstanding." Dean cocked his head at Jacob. "You don't even have to stick with me. You can hang with Jacob until we reach the forest."

When Bowman glanced his way, Jacob offered him a casual, encouraging smile. The sprite seemed to consider that for a moment before finally he gave a little sigh and a nod. Jacob was inwardly pleased to have been accepted, though he knew that in Bowman's eyes he might simply be the lesser of two evils. "So you'll help?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, I will try," Bowman answered with an exasperated shrug. "It's not like we can fight a pack of wolves on our own." Even with Scar around. He fanned his wings a few times, restless for his home.

Dean held a hand out to Sam. "Soon as we get our things together, I think we're ready to head out." Once Sam was carefully perched on his shoulder, holding tight with his good hand, Dean gathered up his duffel. "We can dump the silver bullets in the Impala." He gave Jacob a level stare. "All you need is a well-placed headshot to kill a zombie like these wolves. A silver knife will slow them down if you lose the gun, but it won't kill them, and it won't hold them off forever."

Jacob stood to prepare himself, intent on Dean's instructions. The experienced hunter was the obvious expert in this, after all. He didn't have as many supplies to bedeck himself with as Dean, but the younger human was no less careful.

Bowman glanced up at Jacob's face when he walked over to the big box Bowman was perched on. He frowned a little, knowing what was coming.

"I know you were complaining about pockets and all, Bowman, but it'd just be until we're in the car, alright?" Jacob prompted, proving Bowman right.

The sprite rolled his eyes as a huge palm was offered, thick fingers flattened into a bridge. "Fine," he said begrudgingly, eager to just get going towards home. Just a little while. Even so, he once again felt nothing but unnerved at the sensation of standing on a hand while it moved him towards the pocket on the front of Jacob's jacket.

As Dean took a few thudding steps towards the door, Sam slipped to the space between Dean's neck and the collar of his jacket. He moved around for a few seconds before deciding he was hidden enough, and renewed his grip on the shirt he was now sitting on.

Once he reached the door, Dean called out "Everyone good?" to check on his friends before opening it up.

Sam practically held his breath. He'd never get used to being outside in the huge, exposed world. Without Dean he wouldn't even have a good place to hide.

Bowman huddled in the pocket, glad that Jacob hadn't left his hand in it once the sprite had settled. It was slightly better than being stuck in the giant fist, and definitely better than the stupid cage hands. At least the fabric all around was comfortable. He tucked his wings closer around himself when he felt them step out into warmer, freer air.

Jacob was good for his word, at least. With the Impala right there he barely had to take a few steps before he and Dean were in the car. He reached into the pocket and scooped Bowman onto his hand; the sprite was halfway through one of his odd curse phrases when Jacob merely moved the little guy out of the pocket and let him rest on his palm.

Sam pushed the edge of Dean's jacket off his head, grinning over the edge. He saw the rumpled sprite already out off Jacob's pocket, on the palm of his hand.

"See?" Sam called out to Bowman. "Nothin' to it! It wasn't even for a minute."

Bowman righted himself, sitting on the gigantic hand with a scowl and flickering wings. He turned his glare towards Jacob, who waited almost patiently for Bowman's response. "You didn't even warn me, you blasted giant!"

"Well, I figured since you hated the pocket you'd want out of there as quick as possible, so I skipped questions," Jacob teased. He snickered when Bowman scoffed and looked away, getting to his feet. Those jittery wings spread and in a second Bowman was on the dashboard.

Dean, a solid counterpoint to Sam's excited nature, had to frown at the sprite. "Don't fly in front of me while we're driving," he warned. "And if you see any people looking at you, you should take cover, either with Jacob or me. You and Sam need to stay hidden for your own good here."

Bowman looked over at Dean, matching his frown. "I won't fly in front of you," he assured the human with a little attitude in his voice. He wouldn't say that it was largely because it'd put him within reach. He crouched down as the big metal car-box-thing began to move. His quivering wings fanned open a little for balance.

Jacob smirked. After making sure to get his obligatory snark in at Dean, Bowman turned to watch out the wide windshield. He seemed riveted, staring at every building and structure they passed. Like he was on a tour of a different planet.

As Dean drove down the road, Sam shifted until he was sitting in his normal spot on the shoulder and leaned back against the huge neck behind him. He leaned his head back for a moment, enjoying the reassuring sensation of the powerful pulse thudding against his back, reminding him that he was safe. Even with his accidental injury yesterday, Sam knew he would never be in danger up here. He held the injured arm closer at the thought.

After a few silent minutes, Sam smiled, thinking of a few questions he had for the sprite. As always. "Hey, Bowman. What brought you so close to the edge of the forest? Especially if you don't usually come out this far."

Bowman tore his gaze away from the world that whipped by outside. He peered over his shoulder at Sam, almost surprised by the question, if nothing else because he didn't really have a big reason. "Well. The sun was shining," he finally replied, his wings shifting a little with the words. "I found that, what-did-you-call-it, fence, and kept flying."

Sam leaned towards Bowman a bit. "Do you get to do that a lot?" he asked curious. "Do other sprites explore or do you all stay close to home?"

"Heh," Bowman grinned sheepishly. "We aren't supposed to fly very far from home, no," he admitted.

Jacob smiled at that too, amused that someone so different would have such a familiar habit. "So you were sneaking out? What a rebel we have here," he teased. Bowman rolled his eyes at him but shrugged.

Sam grinned ruefully. "My parents hated when I'd go to the rooms alone, but they eventually stopped complaining. I tried to sneak out in the mornings, before people checked in. Sometimes that didn't work, and I'd miss the scraps so once or twice I had to sneak into occupied rooms." He gave Jacob a sheepish smile, remembering how that had turned for them. They wouldn't be here today if he'd stayed home. In fact, Dean might be doing this case on his own.

Wouldn't Bowman love that.

Jacob shrugged faintly at Sam as if to say "what can you do?" He wished he had managed to meet the smaller man without completely terrifying him, but he didn't regret finding the poor guy. He remembered how Sam had clung to that cracker like his life depended on it, and considering how the smaller folk had to scrape by, it basically did. Jacob had given him some trail mix and Sam had looked like a kid on Christmas. His family had lived off that gift for a long enough time to find other sources of food, from what Sam had told them afterwards.

He turned his attention back to the sprite. "So, you fly a lot and you sneak out. What else do you do with your time?"

Bowman looked almost guilty then. "I'm a patrolsprite. I'm supposed to warn everyone of danger as soon as I hear about it." He sighed faintly, knowing he was failing in that task quite spectacularly. He wondered if they'd let him just slip away for enough time to get the warning to the village...

Dean took a sharp turn, making Sam almost slip back against his neck. Jacob reached out to grab Bowman as he slid along the dashboard in surprise, but the sprite managed to halt himself with his spread wings, stretching them out on the surface beneath him like leafy hands scrabbling against the material. "Woah there," Jacob muttered, still ready to offer any help even as Bowman pushed himself back up warily.

Once they managed to get themselves sitting straight again, Sam continued his eager questioning. "So not even those on patrol go far from home? No wonder you haven't seen humans before if you're really deep in the forest."

"Yeah... No wonder," Bowman echoed thoughtfully. It certainly made him think that they should patrol farther, if only to have better warning, but it might just backfire, considering he'd flown very far and the village still had no idea about humans or liches. "The forest is really different from... out here. There aren't all these angles and the air is free. And I'm not surrounded by giant things."

"What about the trees?" Sam asked, his innocence from living in a little motel for most of his life shining through. "Those are still giant! Plus all the wolves, the squirrels, the birds..."

"Trees are tall to even these guys," Bowman reasoned. They were more like fixtures, there before a smaller living thing got there and remaining long after. As for the animals... He'd never thought of them as giant despite being so much smaller. Bowman tilted his head as he thought about it. "I guess we really are just... small," he admitted, tucking his fidgeting wings behind himself. It was a new perspective, and not one he thought he liked that much.

"It's not all bad being small," Sam pointed out. "You can fit places these humans wouldn't have a chance at fitting," he smirked at the memory of Dean curiously trying to fit his hand in one of the entrances Sam and his family used to get around in his motel. "Plus, you don't need to eat as much, and the same for a beer. One drink for Dean could be used for an entire party!"

Jacob chuckled at that. "Now there's an idea," he mused. A Dixie cup would be like a keg for these guys. "Sam's right, you guys have plenty of advantages."

Bowman sat up a little straighter, determined to be confident despite being blindsided by perspective. "I know that, " he answered with a roll of his eyes. "Good grief, I don't wanna be giant anyway. I'd be too heavy to fly."

Dean snorted at the turn the conversation had taken. "Not to mention your wings would get in the way," he pointed out with a smile. "Hell, you wouldn't even fit in the car if you were our size."

Bowman raised an eyebrow at Dean, a little surprised to have him join the conversation. "I should be so lucky," he retorted, glancing around at the moving box they all rode in. He felt it rumble as it raced along the ribbon of remarkably flat stone. "Is this thing some kind of tamed metal animal?" he asked, turning a glare at Jacob when the human chuckled. Bowman felt his cheeks heating up with embarrassment but didn't comment on it. He waited defiantly for an answer.

"It's a machine. Humans had to make all the pieces and put them together right." Jacob explained, seeing the sprite mull it over. "This machine is called an Impala."

"The Impala travels faster than any animal," Sam chimed in. "So Dean can travel farther away than we'd ever be able to make it on foot - or by wing. He's been to more places than I thought I'd ever get to see since I shrank this size." He blushed red. "Maybe now I'll get a chance to see those places."

Bowman didn't need convincing of how fast the thing would go. Looking out the massive glass windows was proof enough. He'd probably get dizzy trying to fly in the Impala. It was the only reason he defied his restless wings' demands for release. "Probably. But if you meet other sprites, maybe don't just grab them right off the bat?" he suggested, glancing at the gigantic humans to include them in the request.

Jacob snickered but nodded. "Sure thing. I'll do my best," he promised. Of course, knowing how non threatening Bowman was now, Jacob couldn't help but wonder how scary it must have been the day before. Bowman had even genuinely thought he'd be eaten by them, which was awful to think about.

Dean shrugged before he thought about how it would affect his passenger. To muttered grumbles in his ear as Sam righted himself, Dean said "So long as no one goes dive-bombing my head again, it's hands off. I happen to like my hair the length it is."

Bowman rolled his eyes dramatically. "First of all, I was flying upwards, so I didn't dive at you. Second, my wings may be awesome but they wouldn't cut anything. So don't you worry about your precious locks, flowerkin," Bowman jabbed, looking and sounding rather pleased with himself for the quips.

Dean sent Bowman a scathing glare of his own, but no comeback rose to mind. "You worry about your precious locks, fly-boy," he grumbled under his breath.

Sam stifled a laugh in his arm, cracking up at the sight of Dean out-snarked by a sprite. He did his best to keep his laughing under control, but he had a feeling Dean heard him anyway.

Jacob didn't hear what Dean said, but his demeanor spoke clearly enough for him. He grinned, also noticing that Sam was practically having a fit over there trying not to laugh. Bowman and Dean snarking back and forth was way too entertaining, so he could hardly blame the guy. "Flowerkin?" he asked tentatively, still amused and wondering if Dean would smack him for encouraging the sprite.

Bowman snickered. "You don't know flowerkin? It just means, uh. Dainty. Light." He shrugged, the smirk remaining on his face. Jacob snickered again. He had to wonder at the thought; Bowman himself was already pretty lean, so a sprite that even he considered light had to be absolutely teeny.

"Hey," Dean poked at Sam, trying to distract him from the laughing fit.

Sam gave up trying to hide it. "The image of you..." he managed to get out, "as dainty as a flower, will always be stuck in my head!"

"This is coming from the guy the size of a flower," Dean complained out loud. He sent a glare at Jacob. He'd have to come up with revenge for this at some point, that was for sure.

The glare got a full laugh out of Jacob. "Hey now, I was just innocently asking a question. Trying to learn about his culture." He couldn't keep a straight face through his insistence. Sam was right; it was funny to imagine, but Dean's reaction was the real gold here.

Dean grumbled some more, shrugging his shoulder on purpose this time when Sam elbowed him in the neck. Sam ended up tumbling almost head over heels, but was still laughing when he got up.

"Keep it up, guys," Dean growled. "We'll see who gets the last laugh. I'm patient."

Outside the car the scenery started to change over from the buildings and streets of the town to the trees of the forest, sunlight filtering down from above through bright green leaves in the early morning air.

Bowman chuckled quietly along with the others, a bit surprised that he'd found such an equilibrium with any of them. It was tenuous, because he was still stuck with them until they were done helping, but at least no one was getting grabby.

The sight outside the windows drew his eyes. Bowman relaxed a hair, watching the trees start to surround them. He didn't know them specifically but it was still such a comfort to see them. This was normal, aside from how fast he was moving. "We're almost there?" He asked, sounding more hopeful than he had since encountering them.

"Yeah, should be about five minutes," Dean said. The speed of the Impala edged up a little more. Dean was as eager as the rest of them to get out there and get this case solved. Hopefully there were no more campers or hikers in harm's way.

Bowman's wings fluttered eagerly at the prospect of getting out of that car. He was practically buzzing with pent up energy by now. He was about ready to bolt as the machine slowed to a stop, when he noticed a similar one decorated with some blocky symbols coming up behind it through the back window. "Is that another Impala?" He asked.

Jacob looked over the back of the seat and raised his eyebrows. Crap. "No, that would be a Crown Victoria," he replied. He glanced to Dean. "State trooper. Time to get hidden, you guys."

Before Bowman could begin to ask, his heart jumped to his throat at the sight of another giant exiting the crown-whatever and approaching. And then, much closer to him, Jacob's hand approached, sweeping behind him and scooping him off of the front surface of the Impala. Bowman squirmed as he found himself approaching Jacob's open jacket.

The jacket closed behind him thanks to a strange arrangement of metal on the edges that closed together. Bowman was trapped next to Jacob's chest, a huge heartbeat thumping through him. He almost complained loudly before he remembered the other giant that was coming up to the Impala. Even so, he had to stifle a yell when pressure from behind held him in place as Jacob crossed his arms.

As the officer approached, Dean took the same initiative as Jacob, sweeping his brother into his hand. "Just a few minutes, Sammy, promise," he swore as he gently tucked Sam into the side pocket of his jacket, extra careful with the hurt wrist Sam was favoring. Seeing how easy Sam was put out of sight hurt. I'll just never let him down, Dean reaffirmed to himself silently.

He rolled down his window and leaned casually out. "Problem officer?" he asked brightly.

Jacob kept his arms crossed over the little sprite in his jacket. The wings were spread out against his chest and they almost tickled him with all their twitching. He could feel Bowman pounding tiny fists against him to express his ire. Jacob felt bad for trapping Bowman without warning, but nonetheless sent an easygoing smile to the officer.

The man was used to small town friendliness, and he smiled right back at the pair. "No, sir, just wanted to let you know there's been some animal attacks around here. Nothing close to the road but they're recommending people steer clear. You ain't planning on camping overnight, are ya?"

Dean smiled charmingly. "Nope, just seeing the sights here with my kid brother," he said in an easygoing tone of voice. He nodded at Jacob. "He's been asking to go for ages, and I finally got a few days off."

Jacob chuckled quietly and shrugged when the officer glanced at him again. Bowman flinched and froze up, but Jacob made no indication that he noticed. The little guy would get out soon enough.

"Alright, guys. Well, you stay hydrated and keep your eyes open." The officer instructed before heading back to his patrol car with a wave.

"Oh, yes sir, officer," Dean said smartly with his own wave. Luckily the officer didn't pick up on the underlying sarcasm.

Dean watched out the back for a moment, making sure he wasn't coming back. Then he let himself relax. "Everyone in one piece?" he asked as he gently gathered Sam out of his pocket. He glanced over at Jacob.

Jacob was hastily unzipping his jacket. Bowman started in with some of his odd little swears even as Jacob curled his fingers around the aggravated sprite. He drew the little guy out into the open and let him sit on an open palm as soon as he was free. Bowman punched the palm beneath him with a tiny fist.

Jacob was about to ask Bowman if he was alright and apologize to him for the quick decision. But the sprite saw Dean's still open window. Before Jacob could do a thing, Bowman shot past Dean out of the car and disappeared among the trees. "Shit," Jacob hissed.

"Bowman!" Dean bellowed. He glanced around behind to see that the officer had driven off, then got out of the car in an aggravated huff. If they lost the sprite, this case would take a lot more work than they were hoping, considering the size of the forest. "Sonovabitch," he cursed.

Sam clung to his collar, almost forgotten in the excitement. Luckily for them both he had a great sense of balance, so even with Dean stomping angrily around, he hadn't been thrown off his perch.

"BOWMAN! "

A/N

Jacob, oh Jacob. You done it now. Dean's steaming. Angry hunter.

Next: June 14th, 2017 at 9pm est

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