I hope the last chapter left you in a questioning frenzy. In this chapter Dean will be heading toward Nebraska.

Hope you enjoy!

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Dean was well into his journey to Nebraska when he decided to make his first stop at a burger joint. He sat in his car blasting AC/DC while singing through mouthfuls of half chewed cheeseburger.

He almost misses the sound of his phone ringing beneath the loud music and quickly throws his burger aside and turns off the radio, answering quickly.

"This is Dean Winchester." Dean works his toungue along the grooves of his teeth, effectively cleaning the burger gunk out.

"Hey Kid." A gruff deep voice says. Dean had to think a moment before the voice and the face clicked in his brain. "Hey, Rick. Any leads with the case? I'm about another day out." He started the impala and cleaned the mess of food from his shirt.

"I'm staking out the monsters hideout. Waiting for you before I take on the son of a bitch."Dean pulls onto the road while listening to the man and nods. "Okay. I'll see you in a day or so." With that Dean hangs up the call and throws the phone aside. He turns back up the radio.

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Sam wakes up from his hunt, muscles sore and skin scratched. He rolls out of bed with his hair messed to the side and he moves to the bathroom.

Sam hadn't abandoned his hygene since becoming a wolf and kept up with regular showers and brushing his teeth. When he leaves the bathroom he is fresh and clean.

He puts on some clothes and was about to clean up when he heard a branch snap outside. His head snaps up eyes darting out the window and he instinctly sniffs the air.

He hated his animal instinct but he sensed another person in the woods. There wasn't supposed to be another person in the woods.

He moves from the window and grabs the knife on his bedside table. Please don't be a hunter..

He stayed in that position the rest of the day. No way in hell was he gonna expose himself.

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Dean pulls up to the national park parking and gets out. The other hunter was in the restricted and closed off area of the forest. He steps over the fencing and heads down the trail.

He keeps a hand on his gun and his eyes open. "I feel like freaking red riding hood." He mumbles to himself and pushes branches back to reveal more trails.

An hour walk gets him to the first cabin and he looks around the surrounding area. A whistle draws his attention to the hunter behind a tree and he goes into the wooded area to meet him.

"What's the plan here? We know for sure it's in their?" His questions were rewarded with a sharp nod and a finger to the lips. The older man raises his gun as the figure moves through the house.

Dean had a bad feeling about this but knew better than to voice his concerns. Glad Sammy isn't here. Could would have no problem speaking up.A gunshot pulls him from his thoughts. The shattering of a window and the smell of gunpowder smoking from the barrel of the gun beside him.

For some reason he felt sick. Everything was silent as they began to approach the cabin, guns at the ready.

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Ahhhh! Things are heating up. Was Sammy hit? Will he escape before they get there? Next chapter coming tomorrow. Thank you to all my followers.Peace and Chicken Grease.