"Look, Ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record, I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-"

"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?"

Sam spoke ever so. The trio had managed to meet this man, the survivor from all this hectic case left. All three stood inside looking at the man who smoked at his old age. At Sam's response he had paused, taking the cigarette from his mouth and turned with a frantic nod.

"The other people went missing that year - those bear attacks, too?" Dean stated as he took some steps forwards. His voice, it's usual deep tone that laid mesmerizing to it's own accord. "What do you think about all those people who went missing this year though?" Tiny stated softly. He had in turn looked away for a moment, from them only to turn back. "Same thing?" Dean finished for her. "If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." Dean added into his own commentary.

"I seriously doubt that." The older man stated through his raspy voice as the cigarette was removed. " Anyway, I don't see the difference it would make. You wouldn't believe me." The older man stated as he sat down upon his chair looking towards them. "Nobody ever did." he added as he fixed himself in his seat. Sam had then in turn walked forward. "Mr. Shaw." he began as he neared and sat down on the table. "...What did you see?"

The older man's facial expressions quivered in turn as he released a sigh, it was evidently hard for him to truly recall it as all the people with him where possible killed right before his eyes, and it was the thought that lingered on Tiny's mind as she looked at him.

"Nothing... It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it though. A roar... Like no man or animal I ever heard."

"Did it come at night?"

A nod in response.

"Got inside your tent?"

"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up until I heard my parents screaming."

"They killed him?"

"Dragged them off into the night. Why it left me alive - I've been asking myself ever since."

"It did leave me this though."

Mr. Shaw then pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing off the slash mark that came from around his neck down to his chest. The brothers looked at it with a hardened gaze of sympathy as Tiny looked at it with soft eyes that turned away after a moment more. "There's something evil in those woods." He began to say. "It was some sort of a demon." He finished.

After moments talk in addition the party of three had said their dues and left, walking down the hall as Dean took lead. "Spirits and Demons don't have to unlock doors if they wanna get inside; they just got through the walls." He stated. "So it's probably something else - something corporeal." Sam began to reason. " 'Corporeal'? Excuse me, Professor." Dean stated back. "Shut up. So, what do you think?" Sam told him. "The claws, the speed that it moves - it could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog, whatever we're talking about we're talking about a creature and it's corporeal which means we can kill it." Dean finished.

Tiny thought for a moment, her head tilting to the side. She's worked on helping research a case here or there. Knowing well an idea what it was, the thing that bothered her the most about those suggestion was the equal parts of time. Though of course she wasn't well know for her skill outside, or further her lack of will to go on an actual hunt, she knew she could be wrong, but those ideas didn't fetch well in mind.

"What about a wendigo?"

Dean tilted his head for a moment as both brothers stopped walking and turned to her. Dean put a frown of thought in his head for a moment, only to shake his head. "Wendigos aren't located in this region, it's too far off."

Tiny frowned at that, taking that into point it was true, but the possibility lingered in her mind well that it wouldn't leave. All of them had walked out towards the Impala where still Dean remained in lead. Tiny had walked along, digging out of her messenger bag a thing or two. Dean walked to his car, opening the trunk as he then lifted the hood, holding the case within up with a shotgun as he then placed down a bag. He then proceeded to place various weapons in it.

"We cannot let that Hailey girl go out there." Sam told his brother as he then stood besides him, grabbing weapons from the trunk. "Yeah, well what are we gonna tell her - she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" Dean asked his brother as he looked at him for a moment. "Yeah." Sam simply stated earning Dean to look at him fully. "Her brother's missing, Sam." He began to say. "And from how she acted I can assure you she's not gonna back down no matter what anyone says, trust me on this. We can barely do anything about that factor." Tiny interjected as she looked over their weapons as she looked through her bag too. Her messenger bag was actually a huge military one that was extra-large, able to hold all kinds of stuff and still be full to look fashionable (at least towards her it wasn't that bad of taste).

"She's right, we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean told his younger brother. "I don't like it Sam, but what else ca we do? From what I know, not much." Tiny told Sam who had looked at both of them in disbelief. "So finding Dad's not enough." When he said that Tiny paused. Her eyes turning to the side, as she knew well where this was headed. She had turned away from him and pulled her bag away as Dean also took a step back.

In his flare of anger he slammed both lids such and held a bitter expression on his face. His eyes narrowed, "Now we got to babysit even more?" Sam asked. Tiny looked away in turn, her eyes glancing downwards. Maybe he was right, all she did was follow, she didn't say much, she just mimicked them, following actions that crossed over their paths, without a doubt she must have been an inconvenience to them. It had left her shoulders to slouch, thinking upon all the things she hadn't done so far, and maybe it was true, maybe she was just truly the one pulling them done from what they needed to do, and it felt right to think of it like that.

Dean had then stared back at his younger brother, as both their eyes locked upon one another. It was a brotherly war, a stare that burnt deep within both of them scars the laced the will of foul nature.

Hannibal had whimpered in his spot as he sadly looked on the exchange. He never liked times where everything was mad, and he felt it all over them, furthermore all over Sam. Little Hannibal could tell that Sam wasn't the person he used to be and it was sad for the little puppy to think that such a nice man who had petted his head with such tenderness (which he still couldn't tell that difference from anger or not) and held him as the first male human he was introduced to. Dean was nice too so it just made him just as sad as his owner was.

He remembered a time what it was like before, when he was just a little new born sometimes he would hear the yelling, and it scared him. Of course there was not much he could do, but soon he remember with his master it went away, it faded away to happy memories that he loved and cherished, but now it was just a memory of bad times.

"What?"

Sam voiced was loud upon the silence that laid thick over them, as his body ever swayed as he kept on leaning to one foot and then another. " Nothing." Dean simply stated as he looked off at Sam. Dean had simply held the same expression and tossed the bug cargo bag of weapons at him as a groan came from him at the sudden weight tossed at his chest.

Dean marched away as Sam took a step to the side, seeing him march off without a slip of anything else from the eldest. Tiny was ready to go follow the eldest, worried for the words he would speak to her. She was nothing strong compared to Dean who she knew well held back his tongue, who said no words and knew at times well when, or at least she though. Hannibal whimpered upon the spot besides her feet and whimpered ever so softly in his dismay. Her body froze, shocked and stunned for a moment, seeing those eyes lock onto her form.

Hesitation laced over her body, an awkward fiddle as her hand grasped the base of her shirt again, pulling it down as she took a breath and looked up towards the brother who remained there, where the weight of it all stood in the locked exchange of eye contact.

"Why?"

It was a simple question he had presented to her, and yet it was so hard to express properly for her that the words formulated in her mind for moments on end. She didn't know what he asked upon why, nor did she understand what had happened to them, the strain that laced between the two. She could only assume so much and yet words where a fleeting idea, a thing that could not stimulate an reaction right there. So she said the only words that could come to her mind.

"Why me? Why did you're father ask for me? Why must a hunter save people? Why must we keep moving forwards?"

She asked as her voice strained. Her eyes where so dull, so full of fear for words she could not know to say, so she took a chance and took a step closer to him. Her eyes matched his own with a hint of ferocity as her head lightly shook as her words spilled out.

"Sam, there is so many questions we could ask, but sometimes we just gotta think about it, ya' know?"

Her eyes where softer now then, as the soft sway of her body stopped as she looked at him straight on.

"We are going to find your father, I know it. He's strong. But you must know that in the world of hunting we can't have the pleasure of having the world filled of joy and love. A hunter's job is to be selfless and let others have a chance to have a life that they themselves can't ever have. It's hard, but this is the world you've been dragged into. And if it were so simple then you're reason would be so much more amazing to follow through with."

"But this world is cruel. As long as there is madness, as long as there is creatures that want to kill our kind, hunters fight. We are the last stand for humanities defense a-and... And if we don't react then so many lives will die. She's going to die, everything's going to fall down. Life ain't pretty, I've learned that the hard way, but I don't regret a single moment when I decided that I would be a hunter, and heck I'm just starting. Now you have to learn exactly what was left behind for me."

Her voice had then rose up, holding a soft stutter of unknowing, of confidence, and yet as she finished it was crackled, and it was just her tired voice. Her hand had softly raised up, softly smacking his arm as he looked at her with eyes that seemed to soften as she smiled at him brightly her soft eyes so full of wonder and spirit.

"You're not alone Sam, you got your brother Dean and from what it looks like he's not gonna leave you any time soon. Now you got me and Hannibal and I promise you we are going to find your Dad, and we are not going to stop till we do. If anything, you're not going to be alone a single step of the way."

The smile that carved over her lips made him freeze into a soft sweet feeling. There was that smile again, that smile and look that he saw on her before that seemed to know much more than it let on. Oh course this bliss that was derived from her smile was a bitter one, for from her comfort laid a swarm of reality that was evidently cruel, however far from foreign. However her words seemed to his body much more reassuring than they seemed to be worth.

Her hand had softly trailed down his arm, a soft tingling sensation wafting over his body in a haze as her hand softly smoothed over. It was on her part of utter innocence as she smiled at him with the same bitter sweet feeling that was filled with hope of reassurance, showing him that in the end it would all be fine. Looking at her for a moment, the absolutely normal girl who seemingly held nothing special to her, he felt more reassured than he's been since all of this insanity has passed. It was the hope that gleamed in her eyes that he couldn't help but fall with, for it was so utterly true, not a simple feeling or a simple wave of emotion, it was genius and it wasn't found often.

She had then turned, soft spoken words escaped her lips, "Hannibal." The pup in response had turned towards his master as he silently padded towards her with the soft wag of his little tail, but before that he softly waddled towards Sam. His head softly patted his leg, whimpering lightly with a yip as he had the looked up at him with those little black eyes. Then he turned, following behind his master as he headed towards the Motel they had managed to get earlier.

His eyes trailed off of her. His mind never left the idea that there was something so different about this girl, so innocent and yet so tainted. There was something so familiar and yet so distant that he just couldn't grasp and it ate at him, and ate away at the time. There was that strange sense of comfort he willingly pushed away, but still it didn't help.

Her words where the endless echo in his mind, just as much as the echo of his dear resounded with crimson burns.

Author's Note

Well this ones stretched much longer than I imagined it would. There is so many chapters for one thing because I just can't help but put too much for simple scenes and because of the fact I don't want it to got to endless. I'm sorry this is taking forever but I think the rest of this episode is going to be for filled within the bounds of this next too and be rather full as it is but be done by then hopefully. Hope it's not too OOC ish by any means. I'm really attempting to make this work. I hope you enjoy this. Please give me feedback, it could help improve this story by many means and commentary helps me do so.

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