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Travishu

Part 1

It was a fairly warm day. The perfect weather to go out camping, if you were into such a thing. The many cops just outside the edge of the forest thought so, too. A yellow police tape circled the area. Dean pulled the Impala over, he and Sam looking out the window at the cops all around.

"That's a whole lot of cops." Sam noted.

"Gonna be a whole lot of dead cops if that thing gets out." Dean said in turn and reached for the glove box, taking a couple of IDs out, and handing one to Sam. The two of them got out of the car, heading for the forest.

"Hi, hi, you can't be here, this place is closed to the public." One of the cops rushed their way, stopping them from going any farther. Dean quickly flashed his ID, never stopping.

"Agent Woods, Wildlife services. We were called in." he said.

"I don't have a record of that! Hi, you, wait! No one gets in there!" the cop cried, hurrying after them.

"Good. Keep on with the good work." Dean said, not slowing down. The cop raised his brows. He had been given orders. No one was to cross that yellow tape. And wildlife services were already working the scene. He radioed for backup, and a few of his friends were quick to appear.

Dean rolled his eyes when more cops arrived, preventing them from entering the forest. He was about to say something, but Sam stepped on his foot. Again. He hated it when Sam did that.

"You guys aren't going to give me trouble, are you?" said one of the cops, his hand resting on his gun holster.

"No, sir. We're with the Wildlife services, we were hired to take care of some very dangerous…" Sam started, but the cop stopped him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." Sam said in his most innocent voice. The cop took a step forward.

"Well, you're in luck." The cop said, "Everything's been taken care of. Now leave, or you'll be more then welcome in our nice little jail." Sam and Dean exchanged glances. There were too many people around, the best they could do was leave and find another way in.

They drove a few miles back the way they had come, where there were no cops in sight. Dean parked the Impala on the side of the road, and he and Sam got their gear out of the trunk. Sam motioned Dean, calling his attention to a police patrol car that drove by. The brothers waited a moment to make sure no one saw them and then started towards the forest.

"C'mon, Sammy, it's going to get dark soon, I don't want this thing to get past us and start an all you can eat cop buffet." Dean said, noticing Sam was legging behind.

The two brothers have been walking around for a while, and so far, came up with nothing more then a few mosquito bites. The sun was getting ready to set soon.

"So, why do you think that thing is here anyway?" Dean asked, looking back at Sam.

"I don't know. There's nothing in dad's journal about Travishu spirits hiding in woods, but with all the talk on the police scanner, I just figured we need to check it out." Sam said.

"Well, there are plenty of furry creatures to possess." Dean said.

"Exactly. I mean, if you think a possessed dog is a problem, then a possessed bear or jackal…" Sam started, but didn't finish the sentence. Dean nodded as he walked on.

"Especially if they bite one of those cops out there…" he said, taking his EMF reader out and looking around. The EMF showed nothing.

"You know, stories about possessed animals go back centuries. Especially dogs. We could be dealing with a Black Dog, or worse." Sam said, "I mean, this thing could be what's behind all the werewolf lore, you know?"

"Damn, I knew I forgot something!" Dean said, stopping suddenly. Sam wrinkled his brow.

"What?" he asked apprehensively.

"I left the kibble in the car." Dean said, flashing him a big smile. "Here, doggy…" Sam couldn't help but smile. Shaking his head, he followed his brother on.

"The EMF showing anything?" Sam asked a while later, when they still came across nothing.

"Nope. Man, we've been here for hours, Sam." Dean said, looking back at Sam. He was getting kind of hungry, too. "I don't think there's anything…"

"Dean!"

Out of nowhere, something creepy and nasty popped out. Sam didn't have the chance to get a really good look. The thing snarled, lunging at the two at an incredible speed. The EMF reader went ballistic. They heard a gun going off before either of them even had a chance to react. The thing stopped, screeching in a high pitch sound that forced Sam and Dean to protect their ears and fall to their knees. The thing started towards them again, and another gunshot was heard, and then another. The thing roared in anger, turning back and lunging towards someone behind it. There was another shot, and the thing howled in pain, moving away so quickly, it had disappeared before Sam even got to his feet. Dean grabbed the shotgun, tense, and looked at Sam, making sure he was all right. Sam gave him a slight nod.

"What the hell..?" Dean asked.

Someone loaded the gun again. Now they could finally see who was holding it. It was a woman in her late 20's. She was short, with long brown hair, and looked very irritated.

"Are you stupid, or do you just have a death wish?" she snapped at them. "You know, I can shoot you both right now and blame it on that thing! It took me three hours to get it here! Three hours!"

"What the hell was that thing?" Dean asked.

"Yogi Bear." The woman replied tersely, "And you were the picnic basket." She added. Dean held out his gun as a man in his late 30's rushes out of the woods.

"Miss Mitchell! It was here! It was here! I could see it on my screen, the readings were off the chart!" the man cried excitedly, completely ignoring Sam and Dean. The woman frowned.

"Nolan, do you notice anything out of the ordinary?" she asked dryly.

"Well, no sulfuric residues, I think. At least I don't smell anything. I could take a better look around…" the man said, looking around, and then seemed to notice Dean and Sam for the first time. "Oh, what are they doing here?" he asked. The woman rolled her eyes in apparent irritation.

TBC