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Standby

"Hey Sasquatch… wake up" Dean yawned, when he looked at his watch, waking up the next morning. His little brother was laying beside him, an arm loosely dropped around his waist. Sam woke up immediately, looking around with a lost look.

"Morning..." Sam replayed, sitting up, turning around to face the room. Only Nika was sitting in front of the laptop, glaring at the item, like he wanted to crash it. "Where is dad?"

"Your father has abounded us… he left me alone with you two brats… so I can do research on this thing… but right now… I would rather throw it out of the window than to use it… I'm talking to that thing for about half an hour and damn it… NOTHING happens." Nika shouted.

"Well… perhaps you shouldn't talk with it." Dean smirked, standing up, Sam close behind him. "What are you searching for?"

"Your dad told me to look for any creatures which are similar to the Satyolatos… he is searching in the library for some clues to waste this thing." Nika responded, let Dean to the laptop.

"Okay… let's see…" Dean looked at the screen, sitting down on the chair Nika had left, while Sam pulled a chair beside him and Nika leaned over him to look at the item. "Well… you have to type here and work with the mouse… it's pretty easy… even my dad is able to do that." Dean blushed, realizing that he said that out loud. Nika chuckled. Sam simply smiled at his brother.

"That's the browser…" Dean opened it. "Nika… is there no internet where you're living… or electricity?"

"What's that?" Nika asked, his eyebrows risen.

"Never mind" Dean laughed, causing Nika to glare hard at him. "I wouldn't want to live there. You can be glad that you're here." The youth typed something on the keyboard, not looking at the man. Sam though looked at the foreigner, seeing something flicker in the narrowed eyes. Nika didn't seem to be happy to be here.

Sam couldn't blame him… Nika had just learned that he was a character from a book. And Sam saw that Nika had left a life behind…even if it was fictional.

"Okay… it seems like that girl invented this Satyolatos…" Dean scratched his head.

"Go onto her site… perhaps there is a contact so we can write her. Ask her how she wants to kill that thing." Sam suggested.

"That's bull Sammy…" Dean said annoyed. "She wouldn't say tell us the end… and we can't tell her the reason… so we have to find another way."

"Dean… we can't possible read her mind… and there is just one way to kill that damn thing." Sam barked at his older brother.

"No shit Sam! I know that there is just one way… but we can't… ahh shut up… go to bed… do something useful… I'm searching for answers." Dean was frustrated. Sam knew it, but it hurt though. The younger boy huffed and went to the bed, sitting down and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Nika looked at the both brothers shaking his head slightly.

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"Ahhh… I can't find anything…why is something writing a monster like that?" Dean shut the laptop violently. It has been hours of searching for Dean and he was worried, since his dad wouldn't come back and also wouldn't answer any phone calls.

"Hey… be nice to this thing… it's not its fault… you…" Nika smiled, but was shut up by an angry youth.

"Shut the fuck up!" Dean yelled, making Sam jerk up from a light nap. "You have no idea how dangerous that is…"

"Stop shouting at me boy…" Nika warned with a smirk. "I have a better idea how dangerous that is… I've seen that thing before… I fought him… and damn… he isn't human."

"I know that this thing isn't human…" Dean let his head fall into his hands. "Why isn't dad coming home?" His voice was calm again.

When Sam saw his brother trembling he walked over to the table to sit down beside him, his heels on his chair beside his bottom, his hands hugging his legs to his chest and his chin supported by his knees. "You know dad." Sam assured calmly. "He just wants to get information and it doesn't seem like it would be easy to get them."

"He is gone for hours now…" Dean sighed, looking up at his brother. "I have a bad feeling…"

Sam looked down to his feet, moving his toes, feeling uncomfortable. He wanted to talk with his brother, but with Nika in company he couldn't possible talk to him.

"Sammy… go and fetch a pair of socks, kiddo." Dean ordered, his voice gentle again, brushing the back of his hand over Sam's tiny feet. The gentle touch made the younger boy look up again and no words were needed. They both silent agreeing about their fight from before and both giving the other needed comfort.

"Oh… I'm gonna be sick." Nika murmured. "Boys… I don't want to push you… but we really need some informati-"

"DAD" Sam and Dean shouted at the same moment, when suddenly the door opened.

The cold air of the night made the boys shudder. Though the shudder could also be caused by the sight the father offered. He was limping, a deep gash on his on his forehead, holding his right arm close to his chest. Rain was dripping from his hair and nose.

"Shit" Dean hissed, jumping up to help his father to one of the beds.

"What happened?" Sam asked, standing up to kneel down in front of his dad, looking scared.

"You went after that thing…" Dean stated, angry tears biting in his eyes, a hand squeezing his little brother's shoulder, who had also tears in his eyes, gazing at his father.

"No… ahhh…" John took a shuddered breath. "It went after me."

"So it's already hunting us?" Nika asked, standing in front of him, his arms crossed in front of the other man. "That's not good."

"You think so?" Dean yelled angrily, looking like he wanted to punch the older man.

"Dean… Dean… it's okay… would you please fetch something for my wounds?" John asked, gently, though everybody else could hear the pain in his voice. Dean nodded, running a trmbling hand through his hair.

Not really knowing how to react, Dean rushed to the bathroom to fetch needle and thread, a wet towel, painkillers, alcohol, a glass with water and… socks for his brother.

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