Chapter 11: Bar Talk
After a long drive from Hailey's home, they stopped at a local bar that amber directed them to. The three of them walked into the moderate size bar disguised as a cabin. As they opened the door, "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas poured out into the parking lot full of muscle cars, trucks, and motorcycles. Amber winced at how loud the music was playing. A group of men stood by one of the two pool tables on the opposite side of the bar, near the tiny window while more men sat and stood at the bar, ordering drinks and having a good laugh with their friends. Booths lined the wall along the entrance of the bar and a few tables sat in the middle of the floor at the far end of the bar.
"There are a lot of people in here tonight," Amber said out loud to no one in particular.
"That's because it's a Saturday," Sam stated, walking towards a table closest to a corner, hands in his pocket.
"It's Saturday," Amber sighed, shaking her head, "…already…I lost track of my days," Amber said, pointing to Sam, "Follow the leader?"
Dean led her over to the table in the corner where Sam sat and had already begun to pull out his laptop. The two of them joined Sam at the table. Before sitting, Amber removed her denim jacket and hung it on the back of the wooden chair, then pulled her chair out to sit. From his seat, Dean raised an eyebrow as she removed her jacket, looking her up and Dean before smirking. As they sat there, a waitress walked over to them,
"Could I start you off with something to drink?" she asked.
The three of them looked around at each other before replying,
"A water for me, please," Amber replied, smiling.
"Nothing for us," Sam replied for both him and Dean.
"Thank you," the waitress smiled before walking off to fetch the water.
Sam flipped open the laptop,
"So, two hikers went missing this past April and were never found," Sam began, "despite there not being much traffic around here."
"Any before that?" Dean leaned in, placing his hands on the table as Sam pulled out a newspaper from his bag.
"Yeah, in 1982," Sam showed Dean the newspaper article, "8 different people went missing in the same year," he stated as Dean and Amber read the title of the article.
"Up to eight hikers vanish in Lost Creek Are. Hikers disappearance baffles authorities?" Amber read allowed, "Wait, I thought they said it was grizzly attacks?" Amber scratched the back of her head, her eyebrows furrowing.
"That's what they thought, but there's something…weird…about these disappearances," Sam said, looking at her, "they all went missing in the same place."
"How do you do it?" Amber asked.
"Do what?" Dean asked, looking over at Amber.
"Figure this stuff out?" she asked.
"We find out something, for instance, someone going missing and we research until we find out the history of the place and if anyone else has gone missing in the same place. It's easier now, but it took us a while. Our dad is a master," Dean grinned.
"Sounds complicated," Amber shook her head, "So, that's where all the…" Amber whispered the last part as the waitress brought over her glass of water, "fake IDs come into play."
The waitress sat the drink in front of Amber and looked at the three of them suspiciously before turning to leave.
"Yeah, but you have to be confident when you flash the badge, any sign of hesitation will cause them to question you and really examine the badge," Dean told her, leaning into the table.
"You've never been caught?" Amber asked, amazed.
"Nope," Dean smirked, then turned to Sam, "So, what else Sammy?"
"There was another attack in 1959 and again before that in 1936," Sam stated, "and it's Sam!"
Sam hit a few buttons on his laptop and a few videos appeared on the screen, all from Tommy to his sister, Hailey.
"Every 23 years, like clockwork. Okay, watch this," Sam told Dean, pressing the play button on his laptop, "I downloaded that guy, Tommy's video to my laptop."
The three of them watched the video and Sam could feel Amber and Dean tense as they saw a shadow move across the outside of the tent.
"Do it again," Dean told Sam.
Sam restarted the video, and then pressed the slow motion button. The shadow moved across the outside of the tent again, but it only took three frames for it to move.
"That's only three frames," Sam said in disbelief.
"That's only a fraction of a second, so whatever the hell that thing is, it can move," Amber shook her head, exhaling.
Dean continued to stare at the screen while hitting Sam in the shoulder with his left hand,
"I told you something strange was going on!" Dean smirked in a cocky manner.
"One more thing," Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's comment, "Only one camper survived the so-called 'grizzly attack'," Sam held up one finger, "and he was just a kid, barely crawled out of the woods alive."
Amber shivered at the thought of being alone in the woods.
"Gotta name?" Dean asked.
