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Found
Dean wiped his drippy nose on his sleeve. Sure Sam, let's tromp through the woods, in the dark, in the middle of winter and hope the unknown monster attacks. His sneeze shook him as he leaned against the tree and shivered. He wished he'd paid attention to the bank thermometer before they'd driven from town.
He heard something shuffle and shift in the leaves. He spun and saw a blur of motion, then he hit the ground, teeth rattling as a sharp pain shot up his side.
"Sammy!" He scrambled for the shotgun that skittered from his hand. "Found it."