A/N: On to letter H and I. It worked out that I could combine the two letters in this story. This one is more of a rescue than a hunt. I hope you are enjoying the one shots and the creatures I have found. Thank you for reading. Reviews are great. NC
H and I
The black Impala sped down the highway as the sun was setting in the west. Darkness would soon spread over the land plunging it into a sea of ebony. The driver glanced over at his sleeping brother who was leaning against the side window with his mouth hanging slightly open and snoring softly. They had finished a hunt and got word from their surrogate father, Bobby Singer, he needed help with a case. Without hesitation, they packed and headed for Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
The traffic had been moving at a steady speed, but it looked like they were heading into a storm as Dean watched lightening flash across the sky ahead of them. He had hoped to avoid the storm, but it had changed direction and was in their path. He gripped the steering wheel tighter as the first huge drops of rain began to hit the windshield with loud smacking sounds.
Sam stirred in the seat beside his brother and wiped his eyes as he looked around trying to remember where he was. He jumped as a loud crack of thunder echoed around them and a crooked streak of lightening brightened the black sky ahead of them. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the spots from his vision.
"That was close," Sam commented as he straightened in the seat.
"I was hoping we wouldn't run into the worst of it, but luck isn't on our side as always," Dean grumbled. He slowed with the traffic and saw the black, swirling, mass of clouds ahead of him.
"Should we stop?" Sam asked not liking the looks of what was ahead of them.
Dean didn't say anything as he pinched his lips together into a thin line and watched the vehicles around him. He saw a sign for a rest area ahead and signaled to take the exit. He decided it would be better to wait the storm out there than out on the highway where accidents could happen. There were other cars doing the same thing and Dean steered around the road to a parking spot in front of the building. He breathed a sigh of relief as he shut off the engine. The rain came harder and pounded on the top of the Impala, sounding like rocks being thrown at it. It was so hard the dark world around them disappeared.
"Damn! It's coming down now," Dean said.
"You can't see anything out there," Sam mumbled wiping the mist that covered the side window so he could look out. He watched more cars coming in, their lights barely piercing the storm raging around them. "How long you think it'll last?"
"No telling," Dean grunted. "Some of these blow right through and others hang around for a while. If it lets up any, I'll head back out. Why don't you call Bobby and let him know we're running late because of the storm?"
"Alright," Sam nodded digging around in his jacket pocket for his cell. He pulled up his contacts and found the name. Sam listened to a phone ring at the other end and waited for it to be answered.
"Hello," a gruff male voice answered.
"Hey Bobby, it's Sam," Sam greeted him warmly.
"Sam!" Bobby replied his voice going soft. "Are you and your brother okay?"
"Yeah, we're caught in a huge storm and had to pull off at a rest area. Just wanted you to know we'll be late getting there."
"Alright, you tell yer brother to be careful out there. I know how heavy his foot can be."
"I will Bobby, bye," Sam said. "He says for you to be careful driving."
"He knows I'll take care of my Baby," Dean surmised. "No! No! Not hail too!" he cried out as small pieces of frozen rain clanked on the windshield and bounced off. It sounded like someone was throwing small pebbles at the Impala now. "There better not be any dings."
"Boy, what did you do to piss Mother Nature off this time?" Sam teased as his tried to hold in the laughter. He dodged a smack from Dean and snickered to himself as he listened to his brother say a few choice words to him.
The hail didn't last long and wasn't large enough to cause any damage much to Dean's relief. They had to sit there another twenty minutes before the rain slacked enough that they could get back on the road. Dean took it slow since the roads were standing with water and he didn't want to hydroplane. Sam sat stiffly in the passenger seat feeling the car slip every now and then under his brother's experienced hands. He didn't relax until they were an hour away and out of the area of the heavy rain.
"We should have an easy ride the rest of the way to Bobby's," Dean told him watching his brother's rigid body finally relax. "You can relax now Sammy."
"I'm fine," Sam insisted, embarrassed at Dean seeing his unease. He was usually able to hide it better, but Dean could read him like a book. It had been like that their whole lives and he didn't think it would ever change. At least he hoped it wouldn't. They had their differences and fought like brothers did, but he knew Dean would protect him because it was ingrained in him by their father since Sam was brought home from the hospital.
"I'll have to stop for gas in a couple of hours. Are you good until then?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Alright then." Dean turned all his attention on the road for now keeping the Impala between the lines. He found a group of fast-moving cars and fell in with them keeping pace.
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The salvage yard loomed ahead of them; the sign lit by an outside light. Dean slowed down and let the Impala roll through the gate and tapped the gas to push the car forward toward the front of the house. He parked and killed the engine but sat there trying to let his body stop driving.
Sam opened his door and got out but turned when he didn't hear Dean's door open. He leaned down and looked back inside to see Dean sitting there staring through the windshield.
"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked. His brow wrinkled when his brother didn't answer at first. "Bro, Dean?"
"Yeah," Dean finally replied. He shook his body slightly and opened the door to get out. Dean ignored Sam's worried gaze and stepped to the trunk to get his bags when Dean opened it.
They headed up the steps and Dean knocked loudly and stepped back waiting for Bobby to answer. Movement could be heard on the other side of the door and locks were disengaged before the door was opened.
"Boys, good to see you," Bobby greeted them, a warmth in his voice.
"Hey Bobby," they said together.
"Get on in here, there's coffee in the kitchen and I can throw something together to eat if you're hungry."
"Coffee's good, we already ate so you don't have to bother with food."
"I'll take water," Sam offered. "I want to sleep tonight."
"There's some in the fridge Sam. Figured I'd let you two get a good night's sleep before going over the case with you."
"That's good. My brain doesn't feel like working right now."
"I think I'll head on up, get a shower and go on to bed," Sam told them.
"Alright Sammy, I'll be up soon too."
Bobby and Dean watched Sam lumber toward the stairs to pick up his bags and head up the stairs to the second floor. They had a bedroom with twin beds they used when staying with Bobby. It had been their room since the first time John dropped them off at Bobby's while he hunted.
"Is your brother alright?" Bobby questioned. These boys were the sons he never had and couldn't be prouder of them to turn out as good as they did with the life they had growing up. He could still see the deep need for the oldest to protect the youngest and didn't think that would ever change.
"I guess, you know how he gets sometimes and won't talk to me," he said. He wrapped his hands around his coffee cup and stared into it lost in thought.
"He was one moody kid growing up. He would go for days and not talk to anyone like he was lost in his own little world."
"Yeah, he was one complex and weird kid." Dean mumbled more to himself than to Bobby. "Guess I should head to bed too. I'll see you in the morning."
"Alright, get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Bobby watched Dean walk toward the stairs and trudge up them. He could see the exhaustion on his face and how his shoulders slumped with tiredness. He knew Dean pushed himself too hard sometimes and was too stubborn to admit it. He pushed his chair away from the table and got up to head on to bed too. The others he had called would be there tomorrow and they could discuss the case and come up with a plan.
Sam was almost asleep when he heard Dean in the hall and go into the bathroom. His eyes were heavy with sleep as he opened them into slits to see Dean come into the room. He stripped down to briefs and tee shirt before turning down his bed and slipping under the covers. He reached to turn off the small lamp between their beds casting the bedroom into shadows. A nightlight shone in the hallway so they could see at night to get to the bathroom.
"Night Dean," Sam whispered.
"Ni' S'mmy," Dean yawned rolling to his side and settling.
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The first rays of a new day filtered in around the curtains as Sam rolled over and grunted and stretched. He wiped sleep from his eyes and looked over to the other bed to see it empty. He lay there a moment and then heard the shower running and his brother's voice singing over it. He lay there for a few more minutes before getting up and searching for some clothes to put on. He was looking for one of his boots when Dean stepped back into the room with a towel cinched around his hips.
"Good you're up," he said looking over at Sam.
"Yeah, I'll head on down and see what Bobby's doing," he replied slipping on his boot. Sam got up and left him to get dressed. He headed down the stairs and on into the kitchen finding coffee made and poured a cup. He went to the fridge and pulled out a yogurt to eat.
"Where's Bobby?" Dean asked when he strolled in and headed to the coffee pot.
"Don't know, maybe in the garage," he shrugged spooning yogurt into his mouth.
"Let's go see and find out what's going on." Dean headed for the front door with Sam following behind him. They made their way across the gravel lot toward the garage and saw a bay door up and heard music coming from inside. "Yo Bobby, you in here?"
"Over here," Bobby replied from under a car on jacks.
"Anything I can help with?" Dean asked looking into the engine bay of the car.
"No, I'm almost done."
"So, what's this case you need help on?"
Bobby slid out from under the car and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands. "How 'bout letting the jack down on that side."
Dean went to the jack and slowly turned the valve letting the pressure out and watched as the car slowly lowered until the tires were on the ground. He pulled the jack out and moved it to the side out of the way.
"You remember Ash from the Roadhouse?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, strange dude, seems high all the time, but a genius on the computer."
"That's him. He ran across a site on the dark web that is auctioning off creatures to the highest bidder."
"Creatures as in what we hunt?" Sam asked, surprised by the words.
"Vampires, werewolves, any that could be captured by what he found."
"Who the hell would want to buy them?" Dean questioned. "I mean what do you do with them. You can't parade them around like a dog. They're more than likely to get eaten."
"You know how stupid people can be. Some have more money than they know what to do with and think it would up their status having something no one else does."
"Dumb asses," Dean muttered shaking his head in disgust.
"Mackie and Caleb should be here within the hour and we'll pack and head out. Ash got us a location of the warehouse where the creatures are being held. We need to stop this auction from happening."
"Where are we heading?" Sam asked.
"Scottsbluff, Nebraska."
"Guess we need to check our weapon's stock," Dean decided. They headed back to the house to start preparing for the trip. "Do you have any extra holy water Bobby?"
"Yeah down in the basement. Help yerselves to whatever ya need."
"Thanks Bobby. Sammy you wanna check the machetes and knives to be sure they're sharpened?"
"You get the bag from the bedroom and I'll grab things from the trunk, keys?"
Dean pulled out his keys and tossed them from the porch toward his brother. Sam headed for the Impala and Dean and Bobby went on inside. He lifted the false bottom and propped it up with a sawed-off shotgun. Sam grabbed an empty pack and put the machetes, knives, empty bottles for holy water and several boxes of silver bullets. He looked up when the sound of a vehicle moved up the driveway. An older model tan Ford pulled in beside the Impala and stopped. Two men got out and walked toward him. One he knew and the other must be the hunter Bobby told them about.
"Sammy, my man!" Caleb greeted him, bumping shoulders and slapping him on the back.
"Hey Caleb, good to see you again," Sam replied happily. They had worked with Caleb before over the years and had become friends. He was a year older than Sam and had been trained by Bobby too.
"Sam, this is Mackie. Mackie, Sam Winchester."
"Winchester, John Winchester's boy?" Mackie asked.
"Yeah, that's my Dad."
"Did some hunts with John years ago. Hey, sorry to hear about his death. He was a good hunter."
"Thanks," Sam said looking away. He didn't want to talk about his Dad and closed the trunk and draped the pack handles over his shoulder. "Bobby and Dean are inside." He headed for the porch and went in leaving the door open for them to come in.
"Mackie, Caleb, glad you could help out," Bobby said. "There's a fresh pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Might as well meet in there."
"That sounds good."
"Caleb!" Dean greeted them when they joined him in the kitchen.
"Dean, dude! Long time," Caleb replied bumping fists with him.
"Mackie, this is my brother Dean," Sam introduced them. "Mackie did some hunts with Dad."
"Good to meet you. So, you knew our Dad?"
"Yeah, he was a good hunter, knew his stuff."
"Okay, let's get everyone up to speed and get ready to head out," Bobby told them. They gathered around the table and went over the information he had gotten from Ash and devised a plan to take this auction down.
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Sam pulled up the address of the warehouse and got the lay of the land surrounding it. He printed out directions for them before giving the machetes a sharpen and loading extra clips with silver bullets. The others were doing the same preparing themselves as best they could. Ash had gotten as much information that he could, but there were still holes in their plan. Until they actually found the place and checked it out, they wouldn't know exactly what they were walking into.
Bobby rode with Dean and Sam and Mackie and Caleb followed them in his car. The auction was set for the weekend, so they had four days to get there and figure a way to derail it. It was going to be late when they got to Scottsbluff, so they were going to get rooms and get some rest. They would scout the warehouse the next day and see where the weakest points were and if they could tell how many guards they had around the place.
Dean switched out with Sam to let him drive for a while so he wouldn't be so wiped out when they got to Scottsbluff. He settled in the back and let the rocking of the car and the purr of the engine lull him to sleep.
Sam frowned and glanced in the back when Dean started making funny, crude noises in his sleep and figured he was dreaming about having sex with some woman. He shook his head in disgust and reached over to smack at his brother's leg hoping to rouse him enough to stop the dream before it got out of hand.
"Wh..?" Dean grumbled as he snorted and shifted in the seat. He didn't wake up completely and settled back down to snooze.
Dean took the last leg of the trip when they stopped for gas and found at a motel on the outskirts of the town. They got rooms and settled in for the rest of the night.
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There was not much traffic in the warehouse district as Mackie drove around the area. Mackie, Dean and Bobby were checking out the warehouse while Sam and Caleb went to the courthouse to see what they could find out about the place. He found a place to park where the warehouse could be watched, and Dean got out to see if he could get closer. Bobby warned him to be careful and not get caught.
There were no guards posted outside and Dean made his way down the side of the building. He found a ladder that led to the roof and scaled it to see if there were any skylights or a door he could sneak inside. He lucked out and found two sets of skylights on the roof. Dean rubbed a clear spot in one of the panes and squatted down to peer inside. He saw a large open space on one side and what looked like offices toward the middle. Two armed men walked out of one of the offices and strolled out of sight.
He moved to the other skylight and checked the interior. There were what looked like cages that were covered with tarps, lined around a large room. This was definitely the place. Deciding he had stayed up there long enough, Dean headed for the ladder and was about to start down it when a door opened, and a man stepped outside. He froze in place hugging the ladder and watched the man light a cigarette. After ten long minutes, he dropped the butt, ground it out before stepping back inside. Dean waited another ten minutes before clamoring down and slinking back to where Mackie was parked.
"That was close," Dean said. "Good thing he didn't look up."
"Yeah, about got your ass handed to ya, dumbass," Bobby growled at him.
"This is the place and I saw three guards but there could be more in there."
"Contact Sam and let him know. Tell him we'll meet him at the diner a couple of streets over. We'll wait until it gets dark before making our move."
"On it," Dean replied getting out his cell and calling his brother. He relayed the information as Mackie pulled from where they were parked and headed for the diner to meet up with Sam and Caleb.
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The only lights around the warehouse were streetlights on both ends of the row of buildings. The warehouse they were heading to was cast deeply in shadows and the hunters stayed well within them as they made their way to the middle warehouse. None spoke as they stopped just short of the building and studied it looking for any signs of life guarding the outside. When none were seen, Dean and Sam headed one way and the others went the opposite way mounting an attack from two sides. Dean had drawn a layout of the inside from what he saw so they would have a general idea of what to expect when they got inside. The plan was to take out any guards that were inside and then deal with the creatures being held here.
Dean found a side door and watched as Sam bent down to pick the lock. When Sam heard the click, he stored his picks and carefully opened the door enough to see inside before slipping into the warehouse. Dean followed staying close to the walls and behind stacked boxes and crates as they waited to see if anyone would checkout their break in. Dean was about to move when a scuffle stopped him, and a man appeared walking between the stacks of crates. He pressed against the crates and waited until the guard moved past before putting him in a choke hold until he was unconscious. Sam stepped in and tied and gagged the guard, after he disarmed him. They pulled him back into a corner out of sight before moving toward the offices.
Mackie, Caleb, and Bobby found another entrance and picked the lock to get in. They were just starting toward the middle of the building when two guards stepped out suddenly confronted them. Both parties were surprised, but the hunters were faster, and two shots rang out, echoing through the open space. The guards fell to the floor as Mackie and Caleb kept their guns trained on them being sure they were not getting back up. Knowing there was no use being quiet now, they hurried on to find the Dean and Sam.
Dean heard the gun shots and headed in that direction. Two more guards stepped from an office blocking their path. They brought their guns up and got off several shots before Dean took them out. He heard Sam cry out in pain and swear before the guards went down. He looked back to see Sam gripping his left bicep and blood seeping between his fingers.
"Sammy? How bad?" Dean asked.
"Nothing serious, I can make it," he insisted jerking out a bandana to wrap around his upper arm. "Duck!" Sam yelled grabbing his gun and firing at the guard that ran toward them with his gun aimed at Dean's back.
Dean automatically fell at his brother's feet as Sam fired at the guard taking him out as Bobby shot from the side also hitting him. He twisted and jerked before going down in a heap.
"You okay Dean," Sam huffed keeping his gun trained toward the offices looking for anyone else that might be coming out.
Dean stood and ducked behind Sam to get to his left side so he could finish bandaging Sam's injury. Once he was done, they headed for Bobby and the others watching for any more guards.
"Was that the last of them?" Dean asked letting his gun swing around the room looking for any others.
"I think that was it," Bobby told him. "Where did you see the cages?"
"This way," Dean told him. He took the lead and led them toward the back of the building to a door that was locked with several large padlocks. "Anyone bring some bolt cutters?"
"Stand back," Bobby told them as he aimed at the padlocks with his shotgun. The others stepped back out of range so Bobby could take the shots.
"I see you still got it old man," Dean snickered picking up a piece of pipe and slamming it into the locks to break them open. He pulled them loose and slid the door down on its rollers until it was opened.
"Oh crap!" Caleb gagged when the smell from the room slapped them in the face.
Everyone began to cough and gag from the stench spilling from the room. Sam leaned against the wall, his eyes watered as he tried to take shallow breaths and not puke in front of everyone. Dean was dry heaving and leaned over with his hands on his knees.
"We need to…Let this place air out some…" Dean choked out as he cleared his throat and leaned to the side to spit.
"Find something to cover your nose and mouth," Bobby told them pulling out a bandana and tying it around his face. Sam was the only one that couldn't since his was tied around his wound.
"Why don't you stay here Sammy?" Dean told him.
"I'm fine," he insisted pulling his arm from his jacket and taking a knife to partly cut off the sleeve of his shirt. He winced in pain as he jerked it loose before slipping his jacket back on. He used it to cover his face before following them into the large room.
They started on one side of the room, but Sam heard something on the other side of the room and went to check it out. He moved around covered cages to a larger one that took up a lot of space. He took his knife and cut the cord holding the tarp in place so it could be pulled away. Sam stared in shock and disbelief at what was behind the bars of the cage.
"Holy shit, what the hell is that?" Dean asked stepping up behind Sam. He had missed him and came looking for him.
"I've only read about them, but never thought they were real," Sam whispered in awe. "It's a Hippogriff, kind of like a Griffin, and does not belong in our world that's for sure. It's very rare and very intelligent. I can't believe a creature like this would be here. I mean how did they capture it?"
The Hippogriff stared boldly at the brothers with brilliant orange eyes as it ruffled its wings and clicked its sharp beak and scrapped its long talons on the cold, concrete floor. It stood about nine feet tall from head to the ground and was about eight feet long. This creature came from a realm where fairies, elves, and magical creatures existed. The front half was an eagle and back half was that of a horse. Huge wings with shades of brown, black, gold, and white that couldn't be spread out were tucked by its side. The Hippogriff looked like it was in pain in its tight confinement of the cage that didn't let it move around.
"No hurt," a soft voice called from nearby that couldn't be seen.
Dean turned and looked around trying to find who spoke. "Hello?" Dean called out. He didn't get an answer but moved slowly toward another cage that sat beside the large one. He untied the tarp and pulled it from the cage. The Hippogriff shrieked in anger when Dean moved to break the lock from the cage.
"Easy, easy, we won't hurt you or what's in the cage," Sam said quickly putting his gun away and holding up his hands. "What did you find Dean?"
"Not sure," Dean said. He squatted down and looked inside to see a human like creature huddled in the corner of the cage. He couldn't tell what he was but saw a chain was attached to the wall and was shackled around his ankle. He eased closer to the being trying not to scare it when he saw it pressing itself into the corner. "I'm going to help you," Dean said slowly. He pulled his lock pick kit out and scooted closer reaching for the shackle.
Sam saw keys hanging on the wall and grabbed them. He went through six before finding the one that unlocked the door for the cage. He opened the door slowly watching the Hippogriff eye him and could see the wisdom in its eyes.
"I won't hurt you so don't hurt me, okay?" Sam asked carefully trying not to make any fast moves. "I am sorry that this has happened to you, but I will help you." He bowed his head to the creature out of respect and stayed that way for nearly a minute before he heard clicking and looked up.
The creature had its head cocked sideways to look at Sam and its wings were pulled to its body now. Sam noticed something shiny and metal around its neck and tried to see what it was among the feathers.
Dean got the shackle loose and unfastened it from the ankle of the small creature. "There you go, do you want to come out of this cage?" Dean eased out and waited as the being got to its feet and shuffled slowly toward to the open door. The being paused in the doorway like it was afraid to come out. Once Dean could see it better, he saw what looked like a kid, but knew it wasn't. It was a little over two feet tall, slim, and its clothes looked like they were handmade. His face was elongated with almond shaped eyes and pointed ears. Little nubs that looked like horns showed through his dark stringy hair. His appearance looked like a two-year-old child, but he couldn't tell how old he was since his face looked older than a child. "Hi there, you can come out. No one's going to hurt you."
"No hurt," the creature asked again looking warily at Dean and out the door toward the other cage.
"No, we won't hurt you or your friend," Dean nodded to the other cage.
Sam moved closer to the Hippogriff to get a better look at the circle of metal around its neck. He felt a wing brush across his cheek and tickle it. "Can I try and get that off of you?" Sam waited until it dipped his head giving Sam access to the band. He saw it was some type of shock device similar to what was used on dogs so they wouldn't bark but it had been modified to cause more pain. Sam reached up and carefully moved it around until he found a place for a key to unlock it. He used the keys he found and started trying them until one finally fit and removed the collar tossing it aside. Sam jerked as gun shots echoed in the room from the other side where Bobby, Mackie and Caleb were.
The Hippogriff hissed and drew his wings upward as far as he could pushing Sam in the bars of the cage.
"It's okay, no one will hurt you, I promise that," he told the Hippogriff hoping to calm it. He laid a hand against the Hippogriff's thick, muscular chest trying to calm it.
"Sammy, wanna come out here?" Dean called to him.
"Yeah, what?" Sam asked stepping from the cage to look his way.
"Any idea?" Dean asked pointing to the little being that stepped from the cage to look between Dean and Sam.
The small being saw the Hippogriff and stumbled toward him throwing his arms around one of its talon legs. A chirping and clicking of Hippogriff's beak sounded like it was talking to the small being. He brushed a wing over the small body and ruffled the being's hair with his beak.
"It's not an elf or fairy but it comes from that realm," Sam told him. "And it seems they know each other."
The small creature turned back to the brothers to look at them. After a moment and nudge from the Hippogriff, he spoke.
"My thanks, we go home now," he told them.
"Do you know how to get home?" Sam asked.
"Borgue will take," he replied turning to look at the Hippogriff.
"Can you tell me what you are? You're not an elf thought you have similar features, but you come from there."
"Name be Juke, am Imp," he introduced himself bowing to them and pointing at his chest. The small being poked out his chest trying to act braver and bigger than he was.
"Juke, it is nice to meet you, I am Sam and that's my brother Dean."
"Does Borgue know how to get back to your world?" Dean asked studying the Hippogriff.
"Fly high, fly fast, knows way."
"What you boys doing?" Bobby asked stopping behind them. "Do we need to be worried?" he asked slowly raising his gun when he took in the huge beast.
"No Bobby, he won't hurt us, put it away," Sam told him when he saw Borgue's feather ruffle and heard a hiss from him.
"Help me get this cage apart here so he can get out," Dean told Sam. "We need to get the front sides off."
"Alright," Sam nodded seeing what Dean was doing.
They worked on opening the cage wider and the Hippogriff stepped easily from the enclosure. He moved away from the cages where there was more room and spread his wings wide stretching them in relief. He moved them up and down several times sending waves of air out over the humans standing nearby. Dean was knocked back a couple of steps and Sam grabbed onto Caleb to keep from falling.
"Let's get them out of here so they can go home," Sam said. "Can you follow me?" he asked Borgue.
The Imp moved to the Hippogriff's side and spoke in a language none of them knew. With his words, Borgue moved out of the room and through the open door into the main part of the building. Sam and Dean moved ahead of them and went to the large front doors to figure out how to open them allowing the creatures out into the fresh air.
"Let me help you," Sam told Juke as he lifted him up onto Borgue's back and made sure he was settled. He stepped back once the Imp had a good hold on Hippogriff's body. It was a strange sight to see and one they would probably never see again.
"Thank you," Juke told them as he gripped tightly to the Hippogriff's back.
"Safe travels," Sam told him with a small salute.
With a hard flap of his wings, the Hippogriff trotted forward and lifted off from the ground taking flight. He flew over the building and disappeared into the night sky, lost in the darkness. They stood there looking up at the stars all lost in thought over what they had just seen.
"How about the other creatures?" Sam finally asked.
"We put them down, most were starved or had gone crazy from being caged for so long. We couldn't let them free in their condition. They were too dangerous to humans," Bobby replied. "Don't know who did this, but the should be drawn and quartered."
"Better yet, let them live in a cage and see how it feels."
"So, are we done here then?" Dean asked.
"We should burn the evidence," Mackie offered. "I saw some gas in there. No need for anyone to question what is in there."
"Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed.
They went back inside and proceeded to burn the dead creatures before leaving and calling the fire department. They headed out of town and made their way back toward Sioux Falls. This was a first for all of them and they hoped it would be the last auction they had to stop but doubted it.
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