LOL I have to say, I love that you're getting into my life as well as the lives of my OC's. Thanks for your concern about my health etc...much appreciated.

Another chap written in the pub. I've been here a long time and seen a gang of German tourists, builders on their lunch break and now an old man licking the ear of his Eastern European bitch (yuk!).

I hope you know what I suffer through in the name of 'art'. LOL

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"Man you're ten types of crazy." Han said to Sam as he set the markings on the ground.

"How d'ya figure that?"

"Who the hell comes into the woods to face a goddamn monster when they can't even walk?"

"Dude, I got all I need. We have provisions and you guys are well trained, it's enough."

"I wish I had your faith." Han muttered as he passed him.

Sam reached up and grabbed Han's shirt front pulling his face toward him. "Like it or not, Johnny and Dylan look to you as their leader so you better start showing some skills. It won't be the last time you're looking after someone immobile so suck it up and deal. If I'm not scared then you sure as hell better start showing some goddamn nerve!" Sam released him with a frown and saw Han's face take on a hard tone.

They were in the shit and it was what Sam had intended. It felt weird not having Dean there and in all honesty he was nervous but he knew the others would come through. Sam had come a long way since the accident and that was largely down to Brooke not letting him believe that he was incapable of doing anything just because he couldn't walk. He owed her so much but he owed it to himself to get through this too. It felt good to be in the lead and he knew the others were looking to him for guidance.

The perimeter was set as the sun went down and Sam watched them all as they looked about themselves nervously. They were all city boys at heart and used to the urban jungle as opposed to this and Sam couldn't blame them for being afraid. He wondered if he would have to say something but Han broke the silence.

"Ok guys, let's set up camp then sit down and figure out what we're dealing with here."

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"So Noah just wrote all those letters and her whore of a mother never gave 'em to her?" Dean asked.

Bonnie's head was resting in his lap. She looked up at him. "Pretty much."

"What a bitch!"

"I know but at least Noah spent his time building the house." Brooke said from her spot on the floor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked defensively.

"It's a crib Dean, it looks more like a freakin torture device! How can you be so good with cars and so useless with carpentry?"

"I just don't know much about kids furniture. I'll get it right!"

"Sure you will hon." Bonnie said humoring him. "Cut him some slack Brooke, the guy just got Notebooked."

"Huh?" Dean frowned down at her.

"Sure, it's a rite of passage in any modern relationship...you have to watch this movie, it's like the law or something."

"What?! That's bull." Dean said with a grimace.

"Sam got Notebooked within two weeks." Brooke said popping an Oreo into her mouth. "He loved it."

"Well that doesn't surprise me, poor bastard, but this is a little sinister. You mean you lure men into your homes and then subject them to chick flicks?"

Bonnie grinned at him, she loved watching him when he was uncomfortable. "This isn't just a chick flick Dean, it's THE chick flick. Your response to this movie decides whether or not you get laid. It's like a dating barometer!"

"In which case I love it."

"That so doesn't count. But I saw you shed a tear at the end."

"That's hayfever!"

"Bullshit!"

"Is there any way I can change the sex of our baby? I don't think I can deal with another woman in my life!"

"Brooke, put Die Hard on...I think Dean's gonna have an aneurism! Stat!"

Dean tickled her as Brooke went to change DVD's. "You're so gonna pay!"

"Guys!" Brooke yelled. "Control your hormones."

"You're just jealous." Dean said. "Just cos Sam's off fightin' crime with the BMX bandits then it doesn't mean we have to suffer."

"What is he doing by the way?" Brooke looked at him. "He's not in any danger is he?"

"Only if Johnny gets a case of morning glory on their camping trip. Look, he's fine, you know I wouldn't let Sam go off if I thought he was at risk. They're training."

"I don't know, I'm worried...camping? Not exactly wheelchair friendly."

"I thought you were into that stuff? Ya know sending the gimps off into the wild...kayaking, rock climbing...finding their self esteem at the bottom of a freakin' lake. It's what you live for isn't it?."

Brooke's eyes were like daggers. "When it's well organized...and not when it's Sam."

"You miss him." Bonnie stated with a small smile.

"It's pathetic right?"

"Pretty much." Dean said as Bonnie hit him.

"I think it's cute, the boys will look out for him."

"Sure, and hauling his fat ass all over the place will give 'em a hell of a work out."

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In an ideal world Sam would sit back and let the guys learn on their own how best to deal with the situation. This was their lives though and they needed some guidance which Sam would have to provide if they wanted to make it through the night.

Johnny had lit a fire in the center of the circle they had created and Dylan had set Sam on the ground near to it so he could read. Han was on weapon detail and was checking all the guns and making sure that they had plenty of ammo including silver bullets. Once the fire was roaring Johnny moved a safe distance away and started preparing Molotov cocktails out of some empty beer bottles Sam had brought along. He had made sure they were well prepared for the hunt ahead.

Finally they were ready. Han squatted down in front of him "What now?"

"Now we wait." Sam looked at the dark trees all around them. "If there's something out there, it'll come to us."

Dylan and Johnny looked at one another and they all sat down around Sam. He put down the journal and watched their faces. "Scared?"

"Nah man." Dylan answered a little too quickly.

Sam laughed. "It's ok to be afraid, only psycho's and Dean wouldn't be. My brother's a little abnormal so don't try too hard to be like him. The rest of us, we just have to make sure we're ready and do the best we can."

"So, what do you think we have here?" Johnny asked.

"Could be a Wendigo, they eat every few years, I didn't have much time to do much research but it could fit. Can't be a werewolf, the lunar cycle isn't right and the vics still had their hearts. Thing is that the victims had their blood drained which could be a Chupacabra though that's unlikely."

"Why?" Dylan asked.

"They mainly target animals, they're not too big...also it's just too far North. That just leaves..."

"What?"

"Our good old friend the Vampire."

Han frowned. "You're kidding?"

"Nope, could be we're just looking for a run of the mill fang."

"So we stake 'em right?"

"That's just in the movies. In the real world decapitation is the only way to take one of those suckers down. Either way, we can't know for sure as I haven't been able to check the bodies of the victims so we just have the papers to go on."

"That's why you made us haul all this stuff here?" Johnny smiled.

"If you don't know what you're up against then it's best to prepare for any eventuality."

"So you fought all these things before?" Han queried.

"Sure, a few times. Vamps are pretty new to us, there are hunters out there that just track 'em and nothing else. Wendigo's are pretty rare and Werewolves...well that's a bit of a touchy subject." Sam exhaled.

"There's a story there, c'mon Sam share." Johnny prodded.

He paused a second and decided full disclosure would be best. "Hunting's pretty intense, it's a hard life you're choosing and sometimes you have to make tough decisions." He pulled his legs up to his chest and thought for a second. "I met a girl. It seems like a lifetime ago now...she was infected by a werewolf."

Dylan frowned, reading Sam's expression. "What happened?"

"Not much I could do. She was an amazing woman; beautiful, funny...the real deal but once she was bitten, her life was as good as over. There's no way to reverse lycanthropy, trust me."

"You didn't...?"

"Had no choice guys. That's what I'm saying...you think the danger and risk is the hard part but then you have to look someone in the eye as you put a bullet into them. Now that's the real killer. Some people can switch off their humanity to suit them, they don't suffer from guilt, like Dean. Me? I still think about Maddison every day and I don't think I'll ever forget the look in her eyes."

"Man, that's terrible." Han whispered.

He sighed. "Maddison was the second woman I lost if you don't include my mother. Even now, when I'm not with Brooke I have this pain in my gut...it doesn't leave me until she's back. That's the real fear...not this." He came out of the trance he was in and shook himself. "This job could be the most rewarding thing a person could do but you'll all have to make sacrifices. You'll lose people, lose yourself but you'll have each other and that's what counts."

They sat in silence watching him as the flames cast shadows over his face. He suddenly looked older than his twenty five years and it brought home to them just what they were embarking on.

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Bonnie was lying on the bed propped up on pillows as Dean massaged oil into her stomach. It was something that she or Johnny usually did but he found it almost soothing as his hands moved over the swollen mound.

"So you ready to talk?"

"Huh?" He asked.

"About the fight."

Dean took his hands away from her and rubbed them together. "I don't think you wanna know."

"Trust me, I wanna know."

"You're gonna be pissed." He warned.

"Try me."

Dean collapsed back onto the bed next to her and placed his hands on his flat stomach. "It was about the Shapeshifter, the one that took you."

"What about her? Sam dealt with that right?"

"Apparently me and my brother have a different definition of the term. I thought he killed her but he didn't."

"How do you know?"

Dean looked across at her. "Cos she paid me a visit."

"Still not seeing why you're so mad with Sam."

"She's pregnant with my child and instead of terminating the both of them Sam set her free to terrorize suburbia."

Bonnie sat up. "What?!"

"Calm down."

"I am freakin' calm!" she shouted.

"Apparently he thought he was doin' the right thing."

Bonnie lay back down and closed her eyes. "The demon spawn I could almost deal with but this is just..."

Dean leaned over her. "Look, it's a lot to deal with but what she's carrying isn't my kid." He put a hand on her again. "This one is."

Bonnie covered her eyes with her hands. "That's where you're wrong Dean. It doesn't matter how it happened but it's as much yours as this one."

"Not to me."

"Because of who the mom is, that's all. " Bonnie looked at him. "Is she sticking around?"

"Well, I don't think she expects me to teach Little League or anything."

"So why did she speak to you?"

"To warn me you were in danger."

"Terrific!"

"Look, I want to be honest with you, we're stepping up security here and I don't want you getting all stressed out and worried. Everything's gonna work out, I won't let anyone hurt you."

She sighed heavily and counted to ten. "Ok, I knew what I was getting into with you so I'm not about to go postal. I appreciate your honesty and it's ok, really. I know it's not your fault and the woman's a psycho who could give John Merrick a run for his money in the ugly stakes but..."

"What?"

"It's your kid Dean, no two ways about it. If she comes back then I want you to talk to her about it."

Dean was astounded. "What?!"

"A kid of yours is gonna be powerful right? Better to have it on our side. I don't want my baby facing up to it one day when we could have made it an ally from the start."

Dean looked at her like she had two heads. "You're serious?"

"I'm just thinking about my child Dean."

"I dunno how, but you shock me more each day that I know you. You're unbelievable."

"I'm either really easy going or the biggest sucker on the planet, but I can't help myself when it comes to you."

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Everything had been quiet in the woods and they were all sat in silent contemplation when a noise got Sam's attention. His head snapped up and he strained to listen. The others all followed his lead and Han silently handed out weapons.

Sam took a deep breath. "This is it." He whispered.

The three men all assumed fighting stances instinctively forming a barrier between him and whatever was out there. Sam felt a moment of pride as he watched them, then switched his focus back to the tree line.

He caught a flash of movement to his left and saw Han move in that direction as he heard it to.

"Hold the line." He whispered. "It's a wendigo. The sucker's fast..."

Johnny glanced at him and handed Sam a beer bottle filled with petrol. The air was filled with a roar as the creature circled them without showing itself. "Whatever you do, don't split up. He knows we're here and he'll come for us...don't leave the circle til I tell you."

They all seemed ready to fight and Sam could feel the pulse of energy all around him and he loved it. Sometimes, it was so old to him and his brother that it was almost a chore but seeing it through fresh eyes made him yearn for it. It was one of those times that Sam willed his body into action and was shocked when it didn't comply. He took a breath and tried to focus on something other than his useless limbs.

With no warning the Wendigo shot out of the treeline and grabbed Dylan in a flash. Dylan had his arm outside the circle and the creature took advantage and made to drag him away.

Sam's heart started to pound as he watched it happen almost in slow motion. He was about to shout when Johnny got there first.

"Oh no you don't bitch!"

Sam looked on as Johnny launched himself after the wendigo who was heading into the trees, he had no weapon and was acting on pure instinct as he threw himself onto the creatures back. Han looked back at Sam reluctant to leave him.

"Go!" Sam yelled.

They were only a few meters away as the animal tried to drag both Johnny and Dylan away, Sam knew how strong the creatures were and was awestruck as Han flew into battle to rescue his cousins. They had no hesitation as they gouged at every orifice they could reach. Claws tore at Dylan who let out a scream causing Sam to wince but spurred an infuriated Johnny on. Sam was so used to him acting the clown that he found it hard to match that image to the one he saw now as Johnny stuck two fingers into an eye socket tearing out an eyeball.

The Wendigo roared loudly and thrust out with its arms throwing the three men to the ground as it shot off.

Johnny was first up and went to give chase.

"Johnny, NO!" Sam screamed at him getting his attention. "Back here." He shouted as though he were speaking to a child.

Han took Dylan's arm and helped him up and they all moved back to the circle to regroup.

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Brooke couldn't sleep, it was the first time in a while that she'd been on her own in bed and she hated it. Wearing one of Sam's shirts wasn't helping, it was making it worse in fact. She could smell him in the fibers and she felt a familiar tingle in her groin. She never thought she would be one of those women who would so lose it over a guy but she couldn't help it. She hated being away from him and couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same.

Finally she got out of bed and went to the kitchen. As she passed Bonnie and Dean's room she could hear the soft sound of snoring and felt sorry for Bonnie who had never snored before getting pregnant.

She flipped on the light switch and grabbed the kettle filling it with water. She switched it on and sat on the counter waiting for it to boil.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the back door and she felt all her muscles tense. It was too late to turn out the light, whoever it was would have seen her moving about already. She jumped to the ground and tried to remember which cupboard they kept the gun in. She could go get Dean but decided against it, if there was trouble all she had to do was scream. She opened a couple of the drawers and finally located a weapon. She took the box of ammo and loaded it quickly.

"We can hear ya." A man's voice came from outside.

Brooke froze and glanced back to Dean's room again. The kettle was boiling and the noise filled the room.

"If you're makin' coffee then let us in, I'm freezin' my nads off out here!"

The way he said coffee caused Brooke to pause once more. Tony said he was sending bodyguards, it must be these guys.

"Who are you?" She asked keeping away from the door.

"Tony sent us."

"Prove it."

"Jeez...I known Bonnie since she was a kid...er...Dean? Triads? Livin' on a freakin' prayer?"

"Ok, I'm opening the door but just so you know, I'm gonna throw some water on you and I have a loaded gun."

There was a long silence and she could hear whispers.

"Er...ok."

Brooke grabbed a flask of holy water and opened the door. She looked at the men standing in front of her. One was tall and built like a powerlifter and the other was a little shorter and wearing more jewellry than Mr T. She raised the flask and the men looked at her dumbly. With a groan she flicked the holy water onto them and when neither of them started screaming she stood back and let them in.

They walked in rubbing at their hands and stood in the small kitchen expectantly.

"Take a seat." She said. "I won't be a second."

Brooke kept hold of the gun and went to Dean's room. She opened the door slowly not wanting to wake Bonnie. Going over to the bed she saw that Bonnie was lying on her side with Dean curled around her back protectively. He was naked and she tried to avert her gaze.

"Dean." She whispered. "Dean!" she said a little louder.

He moved and she turned around to avoid catching sight of his wedding tackle.

"What is it?" He mumbled.

"Tony's henchmen are in the kitchen. Thought you'd want to know."

"What time is it?"

"Three? I dunno what they're doing here."

"Ok, gimme a second to get some pants on."

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The boys stumbled back towards Sam and fell to the ground. Dylan was torn up and losing blood and Han went to go get some kit. Sam moved along the ground until he was next to him. He tore open Dylan's shirt and checked the deep wounds."

"He gonna be ok?" Johnny asked.

"Just a scratch." Sam smiled at him. "You did well guys but that was pretty risky."

"He had Dylan." Johnny said in his defence.

"I know but you can't just fly in like that with no weapon, you could've all been killed. You've injured the bastard and now we have to find it's lair."

"Lair?" Han asked coming back with the supplies.

"Find out where it lays up and take it out once and for all. It isn't coming back here after that performance."

"But Dylan's out."

Sam looked at the man on the ground. "You out Dylan?"

"Hell no!" He managed.

"There ya go. No one said this was easy guys so get used to it. You're gonna take on one of the baddest mothers in the supernatural world in circumstances that suck. If we make it through tonight alive then drinks are on me."

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As time goes on I love that you're sharing your fantasies with me...I love it. Some of them fit into the story others are best left to your sordid minds!! Keep em coming girls!! Since Dean met Bonnie, I wanted him to get Notebooked. I love that movie and what it stands for (Skills and Bevin in OTH??)

Anyway, Sam had his moment of angst letting the boys know it isn't all glory and Dean's told Bonnie the truth about the shifter...yay!

Tomorrow I shan't be writing as I am going out with my best friend David before he heads off to Kenya. Every gal needs a gay best friend which is why I created Johnny. Unfortunately mine hates shopping and anything girlie though he does love Bonnie Tyler and me!! We're hitting the gay bars in SOHO which always ends in tears. Last time it happened David threw up in the train station (he's 37) and I got grounded by my dad for falling off a moving bus (I was 30!)

I may not write again til I get home on Monday...so if you don't hear from me I may be in jail or just recovering. I love you all!!

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