"So how long have you two been studying this case?" Grayson asked the boys. They had been hiking for about an hour now.

"Ahh, for a couple of months now, a little after the first attack," lied Dean.

"So you know how the deaths happen? A climbing group would go up the mountain about this time every month. The next day their screams would be heard all the way at the bottom of the mountain, and by the time anyone reached them they would be dead."

"Uhh, yeah, yeah, we know," Sam lied too, but didn't seem nearly as convincing as his brother.

"So how old are you boys?" Hilary asked, making the elder Winchester falter for a second.

"23," "27," they said at the same time. Hilary just laughed and continued on.

"Well, I'm almost 27. How old are you?" Dean said walking up besides her on the right.

"25." Dean sighed with lust. Hilary just laughed again. "And engaged," she added.

"Damn it," Dean muttered with a down-trodden face while Sam snickered behind them.

"I'm 37," said fat Annie, "So don't you boys go getting any ideas, your much too young for me."

At this, both of the Winchester's faces cringed with disgust and Dean gagged.

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"Sam, come 'mere for a second," Dean said, slightly out of breath.

"What's the matter? Are you ok?" Sam said quietly.

"How long is this damn hike? My feet, hands and ass are freezing," Dean said, rubbing his hands together.

"We're only half way there, you baby," Sam said laughing, "I saw that run in that you had with Hilary. 'And engaged.' You should have seen your face man. I was laughing so hard."

"Hey," Dean said lightly pushing his younger brother, "I wouldn't be talking. She didn't even look at you."

"Aww, shut-" Sam suddenly stopped in his tracks and grabbed his head, groaning.

"Hey, you ok?" Dean said, his features slightly edged with worry.

"Yeah, I just got this headache, it came out of now where, and it…" Sam didn't finish his sentence. Instead he began fall face down into the snow. Dean, quickly snapping into big brother mode, caught his slightly larger younger brother and laid him down in the snow.

"Sammy, hey, Sammy, wake up," Dean said, lightly slapping his brother's face and fighting off panic, "You gotta wake up, Sammy. Come on, Sam! Wake up!"

"Help, you guys, help!" Dean yelled at the other members.

"What happened?" Grayson said yelling over.

"I don't know, he just passed out," Dean said trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

As soon as the rest of the group members reached Sam's side, a horrific roar sounded in the distance.

At that exact moment, Sam's eyes flung open.

"It's here," he whispered.

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Dean turned back to his brother when he heard his slightly strain voice. "Sammy, you ok? What happened?"

With the help of Dean and Josh, Sam sat up blinking rapidly and looking around a little dazed, but worried.

"I'm fine, but Dean, the big fo- the thing is here, or it will be soon."

"Are you sure? I mean did you… have a… you know?" Dean said, never taking his hawk like eyes from his little brother, still in big brother mode.

"Yeah, yeah I did. We have to move, now."

"Come on, you heard him, let's go," Dean said while trying to help Sam up.

"Dean, you brother just passed out cold. We have to get him down the mountain and to a medical station to see if he is alright," Josh said, gently holding Sam down.

"No, no, no, I'm fine, I swear, but we have to get out of here," Sam said fighting Josh's strong hold, "If we go back down the mountain now, it will check us for sure. That is the first place it will look."

"What, what are you talking about? What will look?" Annie said, now worried.

"There is no time to explain now, you have to trust us. Please, we know what we are doing," Dean said pleading.

Silently, the group all looked at each other, and then at Grayson. He just nodded his head and they were on their way up the mountain.

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After an hour of explaining, Dean finally let his weary voice rest. He looked at the group to see the effect of telling them his and Sam's whole life story.

All he got were wide eyes and gaping mouths.

"You on pot, aren't you?" Annie said first.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and let out a small chuckle. "No."

"Look, I know how this sounds, but you really need to trust us right now," Sam said desperately.

Hilary looked at Sam deeply in the eyes, as if trying to read him. "I trust you."

"I do, too. I have no idea why, but I do," Josh said slightly shaking his head but smiling, too.

"As do I. You part of the team, and I always trust the team," Grayson added.

"Well, I don't! Look at them, we don't even know them!" Annie screeched.

"Exactly, look into their eyes, Annie. They aren't trying to hurt us, they are trying to help," Hilary pleaded.

Annie walked over to Dean and stared into his hazel eyes. Trying to make the situation better, Dean smiled uncomfortably. It didn't help.

With a look of disgust and rage on her face, Annie slapped Dean across the face.

"AHH, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Dean yelled, holding his reddening cheek.

"I saw that look in your eyes, you were flirting with me!"

"No I wasn't!"

"Sorry to break up this happy meeting, but, Grayson, we have a problem," said Josh, looking at one of the many piece of electrical equipment the group had with them.

"Hey, are you ok?" Sam asked his brother, laughing. Dean shot him daggers, which only sent the younger Winchester into hysterics.

But it was quickly stopped when they heard, "A storm? What kind of storm? I just checked the radar this morning."

"It's a huge one. I think it may be a blizzard," Josh said as everybody crowded around them.

"How fast is it coming at us?" asked Grayson.

"It should be here in about an hour," said Josh, looking scared. Dean just then realized how young this kid was. He was younger than Sam, probably around 20.

"Then we have to get back to base camp," Annie said.

"No we can't," said Hilary, "We'll get slaughtered. How far are we from the summit?"

"About an hour and an hour to two hours."

"Then we have to go up. There is a small shelter up there. Nothing special, though, no heat, no electricity. There is running water, but it is bound to be freezing," said Grayson, his mind already made up.

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