Thanks once again for the reviews. I decided to add another chapter today since I have a bunch of these stories already written and want to get rid of them before the new season starts.

Snow Beast

Chapter nine

"What?...You got to be kidding!"

"I'm going to catch that creature and make me a lot of money off of it."

"That thing will kill you!"

"Not if I get a shot off, there are powerful tranquilizers in this here gun."

Dean looked at Sam and shook his head. They both knew if the man tried to take the creature alive, even with strong tranquilizers in it; it would more then likely kill him. They also knew the man wasn't about to listen to them.

"I need to boil some water, where's the stove?" Dean said looking around.

"I got a wood burning stove over in the corner, but I don't have running water, you'll have to melt snow."

Dean got a pot then went outside and filled it with snow; he then lit the stove and put the pot on top of it.

"You live here all year long?" Dean looked around the sparsely furnished cabin. There was the bed Sam was on and a table and two chairs in the middle of the room with a kerosene lantern on top of it, that was about the extent of the furniture. On one wall there was a large lit fireplace, the other walls held several large bear skin rugs, his floor was littered with dirty clothes.

"Yep."

"No electric, no plumbing?"

"Don't need none. I burn firewood for heat and cooking and I kill my own food."

"How do you buy supplies?"

"I sell meat and furs in town. I don't need much, it's just me."

"Don't you get lonely?" Sam asked.

"Had me a wife once but she up and died years ago."

"Seems like a lonely life."

"I don't mind it." The man said simply. "Never did like people."

Dean walked over and took the pot off the flame. He glanced around the filthy room and knew he might as well not even ask the man if he had any clean clothes he could use as bandages. Instead he zipped down his snow suit and took off his undershirt which he soaked in the hot water. After it had soaked for a few minutes he removed it with a large hunting knife. He walked over to Sam who looked up at him with a hint of fear in his eyes knowing what was going to happen. Dean waited till Sam braced himself and gripped the sides of the bed preparing himself for the pain to come.

"You ready Bro?" Dean asked.

When Sam nodded, Dean put the hot cloth over his open wounds. Using the knife he pushed the undershirt around Sam's entire ankle making sure all of the cuts were covered. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and gasped in pain as the hot water soaked into his wounds. When the cloth had cooled Dean used it to clean Sam's wounds the best he could. He tried to keep the worry from his face as he checked out Sam's leg.

"I need your whiskey." Dean said to the man.

"Don't have much left." The man obviously didn't want to give up his booze.

"Look, I'll buy you a case if we get out of here." The man walked away then returned with a half bottle of whiskey which he handed to Dean. "Thanks." Dean said taking the bottle from the reluctant man's hand.

"Sam you know this is going to hurt like hell." Dean said as he stood next to the bed, the whiskey bottle in hand.

"Yeah I know, just get it over with."

They had both been through this many times before and Sam knew what to expect. He reached out and Dean handed him the bottle. He took two big swigs of the whiskey then handed it back to Dean and nodded. Dean hesitated for a minute hating to cause his brother more pain but he knew he didn't have a choice. He began pouring the whiskey over each of the deep puncture wounds on Sam's leg. Sam cried out and threw his head back in agony as the whiskey made his leg feel like it was on fire. When it was over Sam lay back in the bed relieved it was over as a few tears dripped down the corners of his shut eyes. Dean waited till Sam's leg dried then helped Sam remove his own undershirt and used that to wrap around his leg. He could tell Sam was exhausted from his ordeal so he patted him on the shoulder then went over and sat at the table hoping his brother would get some rest. The man sat down on the other chair.

"By the way, I'm Dean and that's my brother Sam." Dean said realizing they didn't even know each other's name.

"Taylor." The man said ignoring Dean's outstretched hand.

"Well I want to thank you Taylor for taking my brother and me in. If it wasn't for you we'd still be out there."

"You'd be dead. That thing can smell blood a mile away. Once your brother was hurt you should have left him, while that thing was busy with him you could have made it to the lodge."

Dean looked at the man in disbelief.

"There's no way I was going to leave my brother." Dean couldn't believe the man talked so easily about leaving his brother behind, as if a human life meant nothing to him.

"Then you both would have died."

"Then we would have, but we would have died together."

"Then you're just plain stupid." Taylor got up and began to throw more wood on the fire.

Dean looked at him, there was something about Taylor that he hadn't liked from the moment he saw him but he had tried to push it to the back of his mind, after all the man had saved their lives. But now as he watched him stoke the fire he was sure he didn't like him. As soon as the blizzard was over and it was safe for Sam to travel he was getting them out of there and back to the lodge.

TBC