*I have Sam and Dean on loan again.
**For those of you who think I'm Sammy bashing I ask you to consider that all Sam's hopes and dreams are being destroyed by Dean and he's not going to give them up easily. Would you? Also remember that Dean's reactions to Sam are in part do to his inability to control his anger. Also is attempting to follow the oracle's advise but being uncomfortable when dealing with feelings he's clumsy. Finely Sam's only twenty and as with many his ages is going through a self-righteous and egocentric phase. It's all a part of growing up. Please remember he did not start out with the faith in Dean he had in the end and he must go through changes to become the heroic figure that fell into the pit. Have faith, you will see the Sam we all know and love very soon.
CHAPTER 7
NIGHTMARE AT STANFORD
Dean was twelve hours away. It would be early dawn before he arrived. There was nothing for Sam to do but curl up with his pillow and wait. He stared at the window which looked out onto the street and thought if he pushed his bed up under it, he could watch for his brother. Now, that would make him a complete juvenile. This aching need to see Dean was a new experience for Sam. He loved being away from his family, and was happiest on this own. He never wished them back. Not one of Dean's visits ever brought Sam any pleasure and was happy to see his pain in the ass brother go. Now he lay on his bed watching, waiting, praying that Dean will make the Impala fly. Praying he would bring with him an explanation that would free Sam from the supernatural and put his life back in the range of normal.
Sam woke as the first rays of dawn pierced the thin curtains of the dorm window. He looked out it anxious. The Impala engines should have disturbed him, what happened to Dean? Damn, Chad closed the window muffling the engines but there was the big black steed parked in front of the dorm. He'd have a chat with Chad later. Sam grabbed a clean shirt and shoes and raced down the steps. In rushing to meet Dean Sam felt like a frightened kid racing to big brother to make everything right. Something Sam hated doing when he was fourteen. At twenty it was degrading but the stakes were too high to let his pride get in the way of the only help out there. Besides it was probably all Dean's fault in which case landing on him would bring Sam a great deal of satisfaction as he kicked Dean's ass out of Palo Alto.
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Dean was pulled from his light slumber by frantic raping on a window. He forced his heavy eyelids open to find Sam looking anxiously calling his name and glancing around at the empty street. The kid looked wrecked, with dark rimmed eyes, bed hair, and a scruffy face. It was heart breaking really, reminiscent of when Jessica died. Dean climbed back into the front seat and unlocked the passenger door.
The minute Sam opened the door Dean smiled telling him, "You're buying breakfast."
"You have to stop this." Sam panted jumping in the car.
"Nice to see you to Sammy, you're looking awful by the way."
"Dean!" Sam barked.
"What?" Dean barked back, "What exactly am I supposed to stop?"
"What ever is happening here." Sam insisted, "You were right on about the war, you were right about Brady screwing up his life. Now I'm scared to death Jessica's going to die. You have to stop."
"Sam admitted I was right. I'm declaring a national holiday."
"Dean!" Sam whined
"I'm not doing anything." Dean groaned, "This isn't about me it's about you."
"I'm not hunting. I'm not threatening anyone." Sam fired back with a growl in his voice. "So why me, it doesn't make sense. It has to be you."
Dean pulled into the parking lot of a diner just off campus and turned to face Sam. All humour vanished as his youthful features took on a hard edge Sam had never seen before and his eyes were filled with a painful knowledge that only served to unsettle Sam more.
"I just passed on some information I had from an impeccable source." Dean spoke in quiet even tones, "There is nothing I can do to fix it or make it go away and there is nowhere you can run or hide from it. You got that little brother."
"No, I don't accept that. I'm not part of your world anymore and I won't be dragged into it." Sam clung to his original plan, "I'm not hunting so there's no reason for anything to target me. It's you, something you're doing and I'm getting dragged in. It has to stop. I won't let what you're doing kill Jess."
"I drove all night to get here and all I'm getting is flack and bullshit. You're damned well feeding me." Dean growled, "If you want to get take out fine. I'll have this conversation here but only if I'm eating the hungry man special. Bacon and sausage dude."
"Damn it Dean!" Sam roared, after a night of sweat and nightmares he was in no mood for prima donna Dean.
"I dropped everything including my dinner, to come running on nothing more than 'help this has to stop'." Dean roared back, "Now you can damned well show me some consideration. Feed me!"
Sam seethed a moment before stomping into the diner. He hated having to admit Dean had a point, ever, but the fact was Sam hadn't eaten since noon himself. Maybe he could force down a fried egg sandwich slathered with ketchup. He dropped to a stool at the counter and begrudgingly ordered Dean his breakfast and the sandwich. As he waited there was to much time to think. The last thing he wanted to consider was the possibility that Dean was right. If it wasn't something he or dad was doing that was threatening Jess than there was no way to stop it and that Sam would not, could not, accept. Hot greasy and slapped in a Styrofoam box Sam brought Dean his breakfast. He choked down half his sandwich before confronting his brother again.
"So what did I do to bring this on myself Dean." Sam began confrontationally, "How did I upset anyone or anything by going to college. Besides dad that is."
"You were born." Dean answered around a mouth full of bacon.
"Damn it this is not time for stupid jokes." Sam blew up.
"Do you see me laughing?" Dean demanded, "This started thirty years ago. In seventy-three there was demon activity all around Lawrence. A number of families had inexplicable things happen. On the Wiltshire Farm Tom Wiltshire some how ended up splattered all over the back fourty. Days before that a strange preacher asked Charily Wiltshire what he really wanted and the kid answered his dad to stop hitting his mom. The preacher said fine he'd arrange that but the kid would have to let him come visit in ten years. The guys eyes flashed yellow. Same preacher visited Libby Walsh and offered to cure someone in the family for permission to come in ten years. These people had no idea they were dealing with a demon or even what kind of deal they were making. Mom was friends with Libby Walsh and was visiting the night the demon was there, and the night after the visit both our grandparents were dead, murdered"
"You think mom made a deal." Sam stammered in a state of shock.
"It seems likely." Dean admitted reluctantly, "Sammy, she had no idea what she was agreeing to. None of them did."
"If she even knew she was dealing with a demon." Sam agreed.
"Ten years later not just Lawrence Kansas but all over the place, mothers died in strange fires in their baby's nursery." Dean continued the tale, "What ever started back then it's big and it's not over, and whether you like it or not Sammy, you're part of it. Turning your back on the supernatural will not get you out. It could get you eaten or something but not out."
"Eaten?"
"Well you're not paying attention to where you're going or who you're with and suddenly you're eaten by a rugaru, or a Windago." Dean said with shrug.
"I'll ignore that." Sam huffed refusing to ask what a rugaru was.
"Didn't I just say that?" Dean asked his expression innocent.
"Dean how is dad taking all this?" Sam asked realizing the wide ranging impact this had on his family, "This must be eating him up. He loved mom so much, to find out she made a demon deal …?"
"I doubt dad's figured out that part but I really don't know. Dad, well of secretes remember?" Dean shook his head, "He's kind of blind when it comes to mom. But whatever deals were made they weren't with us so lets concentrate on us and now."
"You're not working with dad on this?" Sam exclaimed flabbergasted, "Where does the information come from."
"Research dude, years of research into mom's death. " Dean said, disgust in his expression.
"You couldn't come up with something like this all by yourself. This is all bullshit isn't it?" Sam snarled back.
"Sam you are one major dick." Dean snapped and started up the engine, "Baghdad falls April 9th and the war ends twenty-one days later. Isn't that why you called me because I'm right?"
In part Sam was right but Dean couldn't admit that. Dean wouldn't have figured out a demon plot like that, not because he couldn't but rather because he wouldn't have attempted it. Dad picked the hunts and directed the research and he always trusted his dad.
"Yah some psychic told you about the war." Sam agreed reluctantly, "But that doesn't make you right about this."
"Why the hell did you call me?" Dean demanded, "Did you expect me to tell you every thing you want to hear and make it all go away?"
"I don't know what I expected." Sam whined, "But mom and demons and thirty year plans. Since when do demons do thirty years plans?"
"Where did you hear that they don't? It's not the thirty years that's bothering you it's that your brother who's only interests are food and sex came up with this." Dean called a spade a spade, "Sam, all through high school I hunted with dad and not just on weekends, I went hustling pool at night, looked after you during the day and I still maintained a B average."
"Dean I know you're not stupid." Sam tried to be conciliatory, "I just ….. I can't buy this."
"Yah well fuck you too, little brother." Dean snapped his ire rising even with his best efforts at self control, "I don't give a shit what you think. Before I leave we'll take care of Brady."
"Do what to him?" Sam asked nervous.
"He's in trouble right. I know why. I'll call you and tell you where to bring him to straighten him out." Dean said dispassionately.
"How? What are you going to do?" Sam demanded answers.
"Why the hell are you asking?" Dean exploded under the weight of his anger and frustration, "You don't trust me, you won't believe me."
"I need to know!" Sam yelled back.
"Why should I tell you just so you can call me a stupid liar to my face again." Dean yelled.
"I never called you a stupid liar." Sam grumbled and whined in frustration, it wasn't like Dean to get worked up over nothing.
"I couldn't come up with something like this on my own so it's bullshit." Dean quoted him then pulling in front of the dorm barked, "Get out of the car."
"Well that's not the same as stupid liar." Sam fumbled.
"Get out of the car, Sam." " Dean repeated.
"I never meant you were stupid it's just that putting something like this together just isn't you." Sam tried again, "Dad sure but you just wouldn't."
"Bite me." Dean sniped, "Get out of the car."
"Really Dean, I just don't see you doing this." Sam said in as solicitous a manner possible.
"And of course you couldn't possibly be wrong." Dean fired back, "Just get out of the car."
"Dean I don't want you to think I…."
"Do you want me to fix Brady up or not?" Dean demanded.
"Yes of course I do." Sam replied, "But what's wrong with him?"
"Sudden personality change. What does that mean in our world?"
"I don't know. A doppelganger?" Sam suggested.
"He's possessed."
"Possessed, what the….." Sam stammered stunned by the idea, "Oh come on Dean."
"Do not test him. You'll tip him off and he'll disappear. If he's not possessed then I'm the dumb ass liar you think I am. So don't screw up and you'll prove me wrong." Dean suggested.
"And Brady will think I'm a freak." Sam huffed.
"Now he'll think your brother is an asshole and you won't have to make up excuses for not seeing me again." Dean sweetened his offer.
"Fine." Sam accepted.
"Get out of the car, Sam."
"I'll wait for your call."
Dean doubted his father had as much information as he did. Could anyone have found all that out without the help of Castiel? It was highly unlikely but it still cut deep that Sam would assume he was lying. Without a second thought, without asking a single question he skipped right to liar. Sam should have more faith in him. How could he possibly gain Sam's respect if he couldn't even convince his brother he was capable of research and he assumed Dean lied for malicious reasons too. Where, when and how, did Sam get that idea that he would scam him, or set him up in in any way. That hurt.
Dean spent the rest of the day simmering while looking for the perfect spot to lay a trap. Brady or rather the demon who was wearing Brady was a party animal. The obvious lure was a party so he looked for and found an unused storage warehouse that would do. A few coloured lights and some loud music should get him in the door and blind him long enough for him to step into the devil's trap. Everything was available if you just know where to steal it. It took very little to hook up the power and get the PA system working. Then it was a simple matter of pointing flashing lights at the door. A cassette player set up with PA microphone and there was a rave in the warehouse. Dean made the call to Sam. There was only one catch in the plan. Sam had to lie convincingly and he hadn't had a lot of, on the job, practice. Well maybe there were two catches.
"Think Brady would be up for a party?" Dean asked
"Always why?"
"Tell him there's a rave in a warehouse at 347 Walkly." Dean filled Sam in on the plan, "If you can get him here there will be music and flashing lights. Just guide him to the door and make sure he takes at least three steps in. The flashing lights aimed at the door should keep him blind long enough, but if he stops push him. Anything for those three steps to reach the trap and you give it a wide berth. Got all that Sammy?"
"I think you should call dad Dean." Sam strongly suggested.
"Don't Sam." Dean warned, "I've done exorcisms. Just get him here."
"If he really is possessed I don't want to take any chances with his life Dean, please call dad." Same implored.
All Sam heard in response was silence. The connection was cut. Sam toyed with the idea of calling John himself but was afraid of getting Dean in trouble. But then, this could be some paranoid delusion of Dean's in which case calling their father would be the best thing for Dean. He needed help. On the other hand there was no denying the fact that Dean's predictions of the Iraqi war were right on. The beginning could have been a fluke or tip but the end? Sam wished he waited until the end of April to call. As Sam agonized over the decision a knock came on the door followed by Dean marching right in. As Sam started to speak Dean held up his hand and punched a number into his phone.
"Oh good, dad." Sam sighed.
"Hi, Brady I'm Dean Winchester, Sam's brother." Dean said a big happy smile in his voice, "Yah, just in town for a couple of day's, hey, he said you liked a good party." pause, "Yah, I got word on a rave in a warehouse on the edge of town. Would you be interested?" pause, "Sure, it would be good to meet a friend of Sam's." pause, "No Sam's not to chatty that way. We're kind of private people, Hey dude so how about it?" pause, "Great meet you there tonight say nine? Alright nine then."
"Dean I'm going to kill you," Sam snarled outraged.
"Don't try it Sam I could always kick your ass and in the mood I'm in right now I'll beat the shit out of you." Dean warned in earnest, "Come on we got to get there before he does."
"It's only seven." Sam snorted wondering if maybe he could take Dean, after all he worked out a lot more than he used to.
"He's a demon." said Dean grabbing Sam's coat, "He'll go early to check it out. Now are you coming or am I doing this alone?"
With a snarl and a huff Sam stomped out the door after his brother while wondering if he would have a chance to call his father before Brady arrived. John would order Dean to stop and join up with him and he would tell Brady it was all a mistake. There was not rave. Thinking it over Sam decided he didn't need to be sneaky about it and took out his phone.
"I just have to make a call." Sam said nonchalantly.
Dean grabbed the phone and threw it out the window. For a full minute Sam could only stare his eyes wide and his chin on his chest. Dean didn't seem to notice keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"You threw my phone out the window." Sam gasped.
"What you're the only one allowed to be rude and arrogant?" Dean asked.
"I can't believe you did that." Sam whined.
"You're not calling dad." Dean stated as fact.
"Your crazy. You've totally flipped." Sam exclaimed.
"And you're a self-righteous, conceited, selfish, dick." Dean returned, "But I'm going to save your ass anyway."
Sam was too angry to say anything more. He had spent his whole life being told what to do by Dean. He was elated to hear Dean's do what you want and live your own life speech. He felt his brother had finely let him grow up. In Sam's opinion it didn't take his brother long to fall back on old habits. After more than a year of independence he would not easily tolerate it. They drove to the warehouse in heated silence. Dean insisted on hiding the Impala and Sam grumbled through the entire walk.
"He knows what car I drive Sam." Dean groaned.
"Why would he know, he's never met you."
"He's a demon Sam he knows."
"I doubt you're that important to demons, Dean."
Dean's only response was a glared. He completely ignored Sam and sat down to his computer which he had hooked up to out door cameras. The old security system in the warehouse was antiquated and it took a little jerry rigging to patch it through his lap top. With the hostility hanging so heavily between them it was a long painful wait but just before eight Brady came into view on foot. 'He stashed his car too.' Dean muttered and switched on the music. As they waited Brady came to a side door.
"Is it locked?" Sam asked.
"Of course but that won't stop him."
"But your trap is at the front door?"
"I'm not a fool Sam. I know how to do my job."
As Sam watched Brady yanked the heavy steal door open with no effort and stepped out of view. Dean took up a pair of night vision binoculars and watched the cavernous store room. One step two and …
"Got yah you son of a bitch." He grinned, "Grab a couple of pails." He told Sam, turned off the music and switched on the lights before picking a couple up himself.
"Hey what the hell's going on here?" Brady called in a friendly fashion.
"I ask the questions here." Dean answered before Sam could
As they approached Sam could see Brady was standing in the middle of an intricate design painted on the concrete floor. Dean stopped at the edge of the circle, smiled saying 'hay bitch' and threw a bucket of holy water on him. Sam stared horrified as Brady sizzled and screamed and his eyes turned solid black. Although Brady staggered when the water hit him he didn't step out of the circle.
"Brady?" Sam muttered in distress.
"Now, tell us all about Azazel's plans." Dean ordered.
"Go to hell." Brady replied grinning though his cloths still smoked.
"Been there, done that." Dean replied and threw another bucket of holy water on him, "You know I can do this all night, if fact I think I will. Sam fill this up and bless it, here's a rosary. Now Sam!"
Sam looked at the buckets his mind trying to rap it's self around the idea that Dean was right. With each bucket of holy water Brady sizzled and screamed and Dean would ask again 'what is Azazel up to' and Brady would reply that he didn't know. After refilling the buckets Sam suggested Brady might not know. Dean stared at him in dismay while Brady thanked Sam for seeing the truth. It was to much for Dean to take so he threw another bucket of water on Brady though he was tempted to douse Sam.
"What did you do that for?" Brady demanded.
"You may be able to bullshit him but not me. I'll cut you some slack." Dean mused thoughtfully then grinned, "Tell Sammy here what your orders are. And I won't use this one."
"Hey I'm just having a good time." Brady grinned and Dean hit him in the face with the water.
At this point Brady's cloths were soaked and he never stopped sizzling so he stripped himself naked yelling, swearing and cursing Dean as he did. Dean looked him up and down.
"Boring." he heaved a big sigh, "Bitch, I am so bored I'm just going to end this."
"I'll climb out of hell again." Brady grinned.
"No you won't." Dean pulled an antique colt from his back, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
"Oh shit." Brady muttered, "But you'll kill the host."
"Wouldn't be the first time." Dean smirked.
"No Dean!" Sam cried in alarm.
"You're bluffing, that's not the real colt." Brady read Dean's mind.
"True you got me. I'll send you home and you can explain your failure to Lilith or maybe Alastair." Dean said with a shrug and began the exorcism.
After only a minutes grunting and screaming Brady yelled, "Alright, alright. All I know is I'm supposed to find Sam some sweet innocent girl and then kill her."
"When?" Dean demanded.
"November 2005." Brady answered starting to look relieved but Dean picked up the Latin chant again.
"That's all I know. I swear." Brady insisted.
"You're point." Dean asked.
"You're supposed to stop the exorcism."
"When did we agree to that?" Dean returned and finished the exorcism.
Sam watched in amazement and horror as a great column of vial black smoke issued out of Brady's mouth and headed down through the concrete. The man now free of the demon fell unconscious to the floor. Sam rushed over, checked for a pulse and sighed with relief when he found one.
"You were right." Sam said his voice strangled by fear and confusion.
"Yah, it's all true." Dean nodded.
"Jessica is going to die, because of me?" Sam choked.
"They kill her to make you angry, to make you vengeful. If you're not involved with her they'll have no reason to kill her."
"The demon's gone, no one to kill her.?"
"They'll send a replacement." Dean answered putting a hand on Sam's shoulder but said the last thing Sam wanted to hear, "Or Azazel will come and do it himself. We should get this guy to a hospital."
Poor Brady was lost and confused. He had images in his mind like clips or a lengthy preview of a horror movie. All the worst parts and he was in it. He was the psycho killer. Three months of memory loss, complicated by fantasy horror images was a concern to the doctors. They were keeping him for observation. Dean gave Sam a charm to gave to Brady.
"And you wear one too. It's protection against possession." He explained, "Better still get it tattooed on you."
"Where did you get this?" Sam held it up.
"Bobby Singer makes them or buys them. I don't know."
"Sam nodded then made a nasty face, "Did you say tattooed?"
Dean lifted his shirt and pulled his jeans down a little in the front to display his tattooed. "Doesn't hurt. Much."
"Why did you?" Sam pointed to the ink a little below the pelt line.
"So dad wouldn't see it. I recommend it Sammy." Dean urged, "You can always loose a charm. The chain can break, whatever. This is the one way to make sure you don't get possessed." Dean grinned ear to ear, "And it turns the girls on."
Sam tried to grin but it was hard. Dean gave up trying to get a smile out of Sam, stuffed him in the car and let him cry all the way back to Stanford. Dean felt the kid had a damned good reason to cry and let him. He waited until they were on campus before broaching the difficult subject.
"Sammy, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Stop seeing Jessica, but after that I don't know." Sam let out a heart breaking sigh, "Any idea's?"
"Finish your semester. Go ahead and finish then come back in the fall and put in another year before the shit hits the fan."
"Why should I bother?" Sam gripped.
"Cause you'll want to go back to school when this is over. It will be over some day, Sammy." Dean assured him, "Stick with college if it's what you want and I'll pick you up in June or whenever the signs are right but I think the shit will hit the fan in November of 05. We hunt Azazel down and stop what we have to stop then you go back to your life here. Maybe convince Jessica to take you back. This isn't the end of your life dude, it's just a detour."
"Okay." Sam nodded, "Sounds good to me. Uh Dean I'm sorry about the way I acted."
"You are?" Dean asked, "You know Sammy you should consider that it's been over two years since I went from part time Sammy sitter and part time hunter to full time hunter. Things have changed and so have I. Think about it and try to have a little faith in me. I just don't know how you could think I'd lie about something like that. What would be the point?"
"I don't know. It's such an incredible story and I didn't want to believe you."
"Well I'm sorry Sammy but it's a true. Be careful and call me when you decide what you're going to do. But first things first. Stay away from Jessica."
"Right, I'll break up with here tomorrow. God I wish I'd listened to you in the first place. It would have been a lot easier then." Sam sighed sadly but managed to keep himself from crying again.
"Yah, I'm sorry too. " Dean patted his shoulder, "Sammy, I'm going to book a room and catch some sleep before I head out. Call me if you need to talk again. Okay? Maybe we'll have breakfast before I go."
Sam did call and they did have breakfast together. It was a quiet meal in a quiet corner of a little family restaurant Sam picked. The shock factor seemed to have worn of and Sam had himself very much under control. He hadn't had the conversation with Jessica yet but he was resolved to do it. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to her. He also liked the idea of staying in college for as long as he could. He liked the idea of staying close to Jessica just in case she needed his protection. 'But not too close Sammy.' he was warned.
Dean didn't know if it was possible to stop Jessica's death at this point. Azazel might know Sam was still in love with and kill her anyway. Taking him on the road after his third year might not be enough. Dean just hoped that whatever happened Sam would be able to go back to Stanford. A lot had to be done. Azazel had to be killed the gate had to remain closed to keep Lilith from rising and he had to stay out of hell to avoid breaking the first seal. Dean shrugged thinking they'd faced worse. He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror and said 'You go right ahead and lie to yourself.'
Dean had something more immediate to deal with. He called John before hitting the road to find out if the hunt in Beaver Utah was finished and if so where he was. John said it was a coven trying to raise a demon but he sounded a little off. He huffed and made a view spiteful comments when Dean told him Sam had a very bad break-up with a girl he was crazy about. It wasn't like John to be vicious where Sam was concerned and the language was uncharacteristically colourful. Dean wondered if his departure had pushed his father to far? He'd find out soon enough. They were to rendezvous in Glenwood Springs Colorado. Dean saw it as an opportunity to drop by Manning to visit a hunter named Daniel Elkins. Or his safe at any rate.
It was sixteen hours to Glenwood but with the detour to Manning it was a two day trip. Dean had little trouble getting the extra time as John didn't expect Dean to do sixteen hours in one day. Dean couldn't think of anything sleazier than steeling from another hunter but with the fate of the entire world riding on stopping Azazel Dean tucked his repugnance in his hip pocket and made a B line for Manning. Lead footing it as hard as he dared Dean turned a twenty hour drive into fifteen bringing him into Manning at four o'clock in the morning. The sun would be rising soon enough and though exhausted he had to get it then and there or come up with another excuse. The car broke down? Dean could well imagine the repercussions of that.
At three in the morning Elkins should be fast asleep but how deep does any hunter sleep? Dean considered carefully what he had done the last time. How could have alerted the old man to his presence? Dean decided to make sure Elkins was in bed in the first place then jammed the door. At least Dean would be warned if Daniel got up. He looked carefully around the safe for a trip wire or motion detector and found none. Carefully Dean spun the tumblers finding the right combination. He had it opened before Elkins was able to get out of his bedroom and down the stairs and was laying in wait. Dean hit the man as lightly as he dared stunning him and was able to tie him blindfolded to a chair. He came to quickly and ranted as Dean locked the safe back up and left the room without uttering a single word. He made an anonymous call to the sheriff's station before driving to the outskirts of Glenwood Springs only three hours away and found a secluded spot to curl up in the backseat for a few hours sleep.
The minute Daniel was freed from the chair he rushed to his safe and found as he feared, his most precious possession stolen and a letter left in it's place. On a hunch he didn't draw any attention to the letter and waited for the deputy to leave before reading it.
March 31 2003
Dean Mr. Atkins;
I can't imagine anything lower for a hunter than stealing from another hunter but if I tried to explain why I have to have your colt you wouldn't believe me. More than my families lives are at stake. If I succeed in what I have to do I will return your colt. It could take a few years and I may have to use more than one bullet but God willing no more than two. If I fail it won't matter whether it's returned or not. For all our shakes, wish me luck.
With Respect.
A cold chill ran down Daniel Atkins back. The best case scenario, the colt was in the hands of a deluded hunter. If not well the possibilities were numerous and gruesome. Daniel decided to call up a few old acquaintances and see if anything was on the rise.
* Please review and tell me if you still think I'm Sammy bashing.
**Again my deepest regrets for the mistakes. Forgive my I'm new at this.
