Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters and am not making any money on this…just having fun!
Summary. The Winchesters boys are at it again…this time a normal camping trip turns into a little more adventure than either of them wanted. WARNING POSSIBLE SPOILERS – story is set some time post Devil's Trap and may refer to things that happened anytime during the first Season.
Raven524: While I had the first stories pretty well fleshed out in my head...this one is a little more fuzzy and hopefully not quite as dark at the last (I need to lighten up a bit for a moment)…as always, let me know what you think…want more, just R&R!
Den of Thieves
Chapter 1 – Stone Cold Broke
"I can't believe you lost it all…I told you that you were being played, but did you listen…noooo, you had to keep going" Sam groused as he pulled the tent from the trunk of the Impala.
"For your information, I was not played…I just didn't want his buddies in the background to rearrange that pretty face of yours…just shut up and help me get the camp set up. Besides you're getting too soft, a few days of roughing it will be good for you!"
"Yeah…well I bet you $50 that you will be heading into the nearest town to score before the sun sets twice…you won't be finding anything cute and cuddly out here…unless you're into bear cubs!"
"Hey , if you have $50, why am I sleeping on the ground tonight!"
"Shut up!"
"No, you Shut up!"
Both boys grinned at each other as they started to set up camp. Dean thought back to the past few months of road trip they had been on. After the fire demon had beaten them up pretty bad, and of course Sammy's near possession…twice for cripes sake…the boys had been on the road doing their usual type of hunting. It was time they took a few days off and enjoyed what nature had to offer. After all…what could go wrong in such a remote area of Michigan?
The boys had stopped in a dense forest in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (the U.P. as it was referred to by Michiganders). The forest they chose was a true wilderness area that was as rustic as it had been hundreds of years ago. Dean had followed an old road into the heart of the old copper mining area of Michigan. In truth, Dean was looking forward to some real down time and had looked for as remote an area as possible for them to make camp. Yep, I think we might spend a couple of days here, he thought as he made his way back for more supplies.
Sam and Dean quickly set up the tent and placed their sleeping bags inside. Dean's stomach began to rumble as it was getting close to dinner time. "I see your stomach is right on time today" remarked Sam and he grinned at his brother. "What's for dinner?"
Dean calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out his favorite camping supply…an extra large bag of peanut M&M's. "Want any Sammy?" he asked as he threw a handful into his mouth, smacking his lips.
"Ah…no, that's ok…I think I'll see if I can catch something for dinner in the river down there…I haven't had a chance to fish since the last time we went with Dad in Colorado." Sam smiled as he remembered one of the few times that he could remember when his family had actually spent anything like a vacation together. His father has actually taken a few days off to take them fishing. He remembered that Dean had hated that trip…of course, Dean hated anything that required patience, unless of course it had something to do with hunting. Dean felt that fish were beneath his hunting skills…after all they were dumb enough to get caught on a hook.
"You wanna come with big brother…I hear the lake trout here are vicious!"
"Ha..ha..ha…you're soooo funny…that's ok little brother, I'm just going to veg out here for awhile and eat my M&M's…you go ahead and do battle with the big bad fishy!"
Sam laughed as he pulled out his fishing pole and tackle box. He pulled out his favorite lure and set it on the log as he returned to the car to get his back pack…even here, he still carried the bare essentials with him…ever since Chicago and Meg, Sam felt naked without some sort of protection with him.
Sam walked over to gather his pole and reached for his favorite lure…but the lure was gone. Sam looked all around the log, getting down on all fours to even look under it.
"Lose something there little brother?" asked Dean
"Ok, Dean, I thought we called a truce after the Hell House incident. Just fork it over and we can forget about your little prank!"
"I didn't have anything to do with it Sam, maybe there's a fishing squirrel that wanted to try it out!"
"Dean…I mean it…I'm not in the mood for this prank shit now…find some other way to amuse yourself. I want my lure back…Dad and I made that one together…please?"
"Honest Dude, I didn't take it" Dean said a little more seriously as he got up to help his brother look. Each of the brothers spread out a little ways into the woods, thinking that a small animal must have taken it. After a few moments of searching, the boys returned.
"If I find out that this is one of your practical jokes…I'm going to kill you!" remarked Sam as he grabbed his tackle box and the fishing rod and started to the river.
Dean returned to the campsite and pulled out his Dad's journal to read it once again. It gave him comfort to touch the worn book…it reminded him of his father. So far he and Sam had followed his father's wishes and had not tried to find him or contact him. But Dean still missed his father and wished that he had not decided to continue the hunt on his own. Dean sighed as he reached for the bag of M&M's that had been sitting by the rock that Dean was using as a back rest. "What the fu…" Dean looked after the retreating figure of his brother Sam.
"Damn it Sammy…I told you that I didn't take your damn fishing lure…now give me back my M&M's…I mean it!"
Dean stood up and started after his brother…if he thought he was going to eat his stash, he had another thing coming. As the boys disappeared down the trail, a soft rustle could be heard in the bushes. Suddenly eight legs appeared under the book as it tottered off into the brush. If you looked closely, you could barely see a faint golden trail left by the unknown thieves.
ooooooooo
A lone house stood on a hill overlooking an old abandoned copper mine shaft. The narrow wooden clabbers rotted and the windows dirty and broken gave the house a desolate look. A lone figure looked out towards the nearby woodlands. In its hands it held a shiny object. It slowly turned the object in its hands, examining it with a puzzled look on its face. "A wonderful new object my pets…I wonder what it is for?" the eerie voice echoed in the vacant house.
"You did a good job my pets. Go on and bring me more treasures…but don't get too greedy, not just yet…I need to prepare for our guests!"
A few moments later the house was silent again with no trace of the former inhabitant…but on the worn floor boards, tracks of gold could be seen coming and going…tracks of gold and a hint of mischievous laughter was all that was left.
TBC
Raven524: Well here it is...the first chapter of a new story. Let me know if you want more...all reviews (good or bad) are welcome!
