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On the Eleventh day of Christmas Sam and Dean gave to me
ELEVEN BIGFOOT SIGHTINGS
By: GeminiJessicaJess
Dean looked at the other bed where his brother was sitting. "Bigfoot."
"Yes. There have been ten sightings on the last few days." Sam said as he looked through the local newspaper.
"But its Bigfoot."
"Yes, Dean. There's even a picture." Sam showed the newspaper to his brother. Right on the front page.
Dean didn't even look at it. "Bigfoot, Sam. Do you remember how many times we've hunted bigfoot and it's turned out to be something else?"
"Foot prints in the snow."
Dean shook his head and got up. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. As he exited he yelled over his shoulder, "I'm going to the bar. Apparently there must be some good booze somewhere in this town." He closed the door and walked in the direction of the bar. It was in walking distance, so he didn't bother with his car. It was getting dark and cold, but the walk was short. There was nothing but trees on either side of the road between the motel and the bar. Dean was half way to the bar when he stepped on some ice and went down hard on his knees. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed and attempted to get up.
"Here let me help you." A male voice came from behind him and yanked him back away from the ice than up to his feet. "Have to watch the ice around here. It gets people every year."
"Thanks." Dean turned to the man that helped him…He was seven feet tall with brown eyes and covered in brown fur. It was no costume from what Dean could tell.
Bigfoot brushed some snow off of Dean. "Take it easy." The creature returned to the woods.
Dean blinked and slowly walked back towards the motel. He opened the door to his and Sam's room and entered. Sam was still reading the newspaper. Dean closed the door and sat at the end of his bed. "Eleven."
Sam looked at him. "Huh?"
"Eleven sightings. I just met Bigfoot."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, I'm not falling for it."
"I'm finally agreeing with you, Sam, but were not hunting him."
Sam decided to play along. "Why?"
"He's a lot nice than I thought. Smarter too. He helped me off some ice and spoke to me."
Sam laughed. "Sure, Dean. If you don't want to look into this than we don't have to. You don't need to make something up."
Dean was annoyed, but let it go. "Okay, Sam. You don't need to believe me." Dean went to the window and leaned against the wall beside it. "Why don't you order some take out? I don't feel like going back out."
Sam grabbed a flier off the bedside table. "The clerk said this Chinese place was really good. Besides the bar it's the only place that would be open on Christmas."
"Go ahead and order." The window faced the woods and Dean thought he saw movement. The Bigfoot came into view. "I'll be right back." Dean left. The food arrived before Dean got back and Sam had the various Chinese food laying out laying out on the table. Dean opened the door, but didn't enter. "I invited a friend for dinner."
Sam rolled his eyes. "At least wait until the food is eaten before you shove me out the door to fool around with her." He got some fried rice on his fork and brought it towards his mouth.
"Not that kind of friend." Dean entered the motel room with Bigfoot following. The fork fell from Sam's hand.
(Ten Haunted Hallways, Nine Stalking creatures, Eight killing curses, Seven packs of werewolves, Six blood thirsty Vampires, Five Enchanted Amulets, Four Urban Legends, Three salt and burns, Two hurt Winchesters, and the corpse of a three headed hell hound)