Happy Monday! Well, at least it is for me. Heres chapter five and thanks for reading!
The brothers debated joining the official search but decided against it and entered the forest from the other side of the base of operations setup. They followed the trail until they reached the point Derek had pinpointed as the spot Amy disappeared.
"So now what?" Dean asked turning a full circle and looking around.
The grass and small bushes were trampled, evidence of the searchers looking for their friend.
"Now we search."
Sam laid out the map of the park and pulled out the crystal Bobby had given him and tried to track Amy's location using a spell, but the crystal just swung back and forth like a pendulum.
"So that didn't work." Dean said.
"No it didn't."
"Now what?" Dean asked.
"Now? Plan B." Sam said, pocketing the Crystal and folding the map.
"We have a plan B?"
"Yeah, we stomp around and make a lot of noise." Sam said.
Dean looked sceptical.
"Come on Dean, you should be good at this! You'll be a natural." Sam smacked his brother in the chest with the back of his hand and started walking.
"You know, Amy's missing, nows not the time for joking around." Dean chastised his brother.
"Actually, now's the perfect time for jokes." Sam said looking back at Dean. "Hey Dean? What's black and white and red all over?"
"A newspaper? No! A penguin with sunburn!" Dean answered as he followed Sam into the bush.
"Okay, how about this one. What do you get when you cross a vampire with snow?" Sam asked.
"Frostbite. You are so lame!" Dean said.
"Well you say one." Sam challenged his brother as he stepped over a fallen tree.
"Okay, I will. How do you know if these an elephant in your refrigerator?"
"There's footprints in the butter, you told me that when I was three."
"And you always checked the butter for footprints after that!" Dean chuckled.
They continued on for a while
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They were on their second day of the search and were beginning to feel that they were just stumbling blindly through the forest. Amy had been missing for almost a week by now and neither Winchester was willing to admit the fear that was gnawing at their insides.
"Why don't you go into the jungle between five and six?" Dean asked.
"Because that's when the elephants jump out of trees." Sam answered, smiling slightly at his brothers trademark lame jokes.
"Okay, smarty, why are pygmies so short?"
"Because they walked through the jungle between five and six." Sam replied stumbling slightly over a tree root and looking back behind him. "Hey, how did the elephants get up the trees anyway?" He asked.
"Oh, that's easy. They pretend to be acorns and wait for the squirrels to carry them up." Dean said.
"Oh, well that makes sense I guess." Sam gave a half smile. "We should rest here for a sec. I want to check the map.
Dean pulled out a bottle of water from their dwindling supply while Sam spread a map over a fallen tree and placed the compass down beside it.
"Hey Sammy."
"Yeah." Sam replied slightly distracted.
"Why was the cow so tired after giving birth?" Dean asked as he leaned back against the log and crossed his ankles.
"Dunno, because it was too tired to mooooove?"
"Oh that's so lame. No. Because it was de-calf-inated."
Sam chuckled.
"Good one. What do you call an aardvark with three legs?" He asked.
Dean thought for a minute coming up with no answer.
"A yard-vark."
"That was terrible." Dean glared at his brother.
"Whatever, you're just pissy because you didn't know it."
"No, I'm pissy because my best friend is missing and I slept on the ground last night and I didn't even get to shoot her douche boyfriend."
"All valid reasons, but let's put a pin in them for now. There seems to be a clearing in that direction that have some caves and shit. I think we should head there."
"Okay. Sounds like a plan."
Dean handed Sam the water bottle and he finished it off, shoving the empty container in his own pack along with the map and compass. They loaded their packs onto their back and headed off in the direction Sam had indicated.
…
"…so the bartender looked at the third duck and said, 'let me guess, you're Louie?'. The third duck shook his head and said, 'no. I'm Puddles.'." Dean finished as they broke through into a clearing. "Get it Sam? He's Puddles?"
"Yeah I get it." Sam replied as he stopped and looked around, scratching his chin. "Hey Dean look around. Does this place…"
"Seem less mid-state Massachusetts's and more 'walk in the Black Forest'? Yeah, yeah it does."
The brothers turned a circle noting how the pine and maple trees had given way to beech and firs. Not to mention all the ferns and moss. Sam reached out and grabbed Deans jacket.
"Dean, how do you make a tissue dance?" He asked cautiously, scanning the area.
Dean carefully drew his gun and slipped off the safety.
"You put a little boogie in it."
Then everything went black.