Chapter Four: Wakinyan
They got a room at the only motel in town, and they may have been the only guests. It had the usual two full sized beds small table with two chairs, TV, and a bathroom. Normal crappy little motel.
Sam entered first, dropped his bag on the bed closest to the door and sat on the edge of the bed. "Dean, I don't know why you rushed us out of there. Rebecca was calling her friend, I was goanna set you up with her!"
Dean looked at Sam and asked, 'What are you doing?"
"Trying to hook you up."
"That's not what I mean. That's my bunk."
"Hey, I got here first."
Dean simply picked up Sam's bag and dumped it on the other bunk, "Sammy, we need to talk."
"I don't get it Dean, I mean, it's just a bed."
Dean sat in one of the chairs, "That's not what I want to talk about." He said. "It's your vision. I want you to tell me exactly what you saw."
"Come on Dean, it'll take to long."
"I don't care if it takes all night!"
"Fine, but when I'm done, we're going back to the bar and finding Rebecca and her friend."
Dean didn't argue. He wasn't about to be distracted from getting this story, "Sam, tell it."
Sam looked at Dean and realized he wasn't going to take no for an answer. So he started telling Dean what he'd seen in his vision. "It started easy enough. I was looking up at the sky, it was late in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to set. I saw this… bird. It was flying over a house and Dean, it was huge, I mean bigger than the house. It looked down and there was a bright flash of light, I think it was the sun reflecting from its eyes. It flew down at the back of the house and picked up a young boy. He was about eight, maybe nine years old. His name was Charlie. I know because his father was calling his name. The dad threw something at the bird and hit it, but I don't think the bird even noticed. I did though. It was a baseball. The boy, Charlie, he was wearing a catchers glove. When the bird flapped its huge wings the sound was loud, so loud the boy's father put his hands over his ears. It took the boy to its nest, a cave in high on a cliff. The boy tried to get away, but the only way out of the cave was past the bird. It played with him, waiting for him to try and get past, and then it would pick him up in its beak and throw him back down. Eventually it just started ripping him apart. The boy screamed and screamed, but no one could hear him. No one came for him. It devoured him."
Sam stopped talking for a minute and looked at Dean. At first he was confused by the look on Dean's face then he realized it was concern and pity. Some for the boy, but mostly it was for Sam, because of what he'd seen. Dean started to say something, but Sam stopped him, "Don't. Don't say it Dean. I'm fine."
Dean snapped his mouth shut, stopped by the tone of Sam's voice. It was calm, as though the vision had not affected him at all. As thought it was just a story.
Sam continued, "The vision skipped forward in time to the next day. Same basic scene, but it was a park early in the morning and a little girl. Suzy her mother called her. It was her birthday. She was four years old. It took her to the same nest, had fun with her, and ate her the same way. Then later that evening another girl, Annie, she's about six years old."
"Sam, why don't they just shoot it, I mean a bird even a big one can be killed. It's not our normal gig, but I'm damn sure going to kill this thing."
"It is one of ours. It's not just a bird, it's a Wakinyan"
"A what?"
"A Wakinyan, or more commonly known as a Thunderbird. It's a shape shifter. You can kill it with a silver bullet, or by burning it."
"How do you know," Dean asked.
"Because it's part of my vision." Sam told him. "You drove out to the reservation at Pine Ridge. I watched you speak with a medicine man named Red Wolf. I didn't hear everything, but I heard him tell you about the Thunderbird."
"Dude, you knew all along what it was, but you still had me pecking on that damn computer for two hours? What were thinking?"
Sam just laughed at him, "I was thinking it was about time you sat in my seat and I got to chase the girls."
Dean gave Sam a hard stare then told him "Well, I think you just saved me a trip to the reservation."
"No, you have to go, tomorrow morning early." Sam told him.
"Why, you just told me what it is and how we're going to kill it."
"Yea, but I don't know what else he told you and it's important. I know it is. You have to go and find Red Wolf. See what he has to say. And Dean," Sam looked at him, "You have to tell him the whole truth. He will see though any lies, but will believe you if your honest. I know he will."
Sammy was officially freaking him out. Dean was very tempted to try calling his dad for advice, but since he was certain all he was going to get was his voice mail Dean decided to go talk to Red Wolf, hell, maybe he could tell Dean what was going on with Sam. If he's a medicine man that's got to be something like a physic, or maybe he should call Missouri. "Okay, tell me about the rest of this vision." He said to Sam.
"It's going to get two more kids before we can stop it. A boy from a school yard and then another from his own back yard."
"Five children," Dean said, "No, we're not going to let that happen, Sam. We're going to stop this damn thing before it gets them."
"We're going to try like hell Dean, but you need to be prepared, because I don't think we'll be able to do it. You can't blame yourself when we fail to save these kids."
"Will you listen to yourself Sammy, your giving up before we even start to fight? What is going on in that freaky head of yours? You haven't been right since you had this vision. It's like you're a totally different person."
"Whatever, Dean," Sam brushed him off, "but now that you know about the vision lets get Rebecca and her friend over for a party."
"No, Sam, we are not going to party tonight!" Shaking his head, more because he could not believe what he had just said, than because he couldn't believe Sammy had said it. Then he realized he hadn't asked the most important question. "When do these attacks start?"
"Tomorrow," Sam replied, "By the way, you'll need to get a rifle, a big one, and make some silver bullets for it. Tomorrow I'll start looking for the tracking device we're going to need to track it to its nest."
"Tracking device?"
"Yea, that thing is pretty quick for such a big bird; we're going to need to know where its nest is."
"Where are you going to find a tracking device in this town?"
"I don't have any idea, but I know I will because we used it in the vision."
"Sammy," Dean said glaring at Sam, "Your damn vision is starting to give me a headache!"
