Supremacy Chapter 4, a supernatural fanfic

I know it's been a while but there's lots to do.

Cole finally has his tryout and so does Hope although she has a lot less stage fright! There is a little Sam porn and some family moments but it's overall quite..different.

Anyway, you need a couple of songs: 'U + Ur Hand' by Pink and 'Kids in America' by The Muffs

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"Get your hands right under it Sammy! C'mon!" Dean yelled out of the window.

Sam turned and growled at him as slush flew up into his cold jeans. "Ya know you could help me out here man!"

"I'm on the phone!" He shouted back from the heated truck.

Sam mumbled something derogatory as he flexed his shoulders and placed his hands under the rear bumper of the truck that was stuck in the snow. It wasn't bad enough that they had to stay in Point Hope to fight evil but on top of that they had to deal with all the other crap that came with the job too. Right now Fireman Sam was single-handedly trying to winch a truck out of a snow drift with his bare hands. He was good but there had to be a limit; he didn't even have any gloves. This sucked; he missed his kids and his wife and couldn't wait to get out of there.

He shouted to the driver to rev the engine on the count of three and took a deep breath. On his count the front tires started to spin. Sam tensed his arms and yelled as he lifted it clear of the drift and it shot away almost catapulting him into the road face first.

He stared at his bruised hands and stretched his sore back as the driver shouted his thanks and drove off. His shoulders slumped and he ached all over as he miserably walked back to the truck followed by Nitro and got in.

"I know man and I'm sorry but that's the way it is and if I have to deal then you better not give me any shit." Dean said into the receiver.

Sam pulled the door closed as Dean gave him a look that said he was both stressed out and upset.

"I don't have any choice here!" He sighed. "No, there's nothin' you can do there but can you do somethin' else for me?"

Sam saw Dean rub his face and listen. "Yeah, I get that but…listen." His tone changed from irritated to imploring in seconds. "I can't tell the kids on the phone. Can you just go down there and talk to them? Please."

There was silence for a moment and Sam turned up the heating holding his frozen hands in front of the fan.

"I dunno, some place called Dillon in Texas. Can you just go down there and let them know the score without panicking them?" Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't know…just make them aware that they're on standby, that's all."

He paused a minute as he listened. "Yeah, ok. Thanks…I really appreciate this."

Dean flipped the phone shut and looked at his brother. "Well that sucked."

"What did Johnny say?"

He huffed, his face a mask of fatigue. "He's getting to play Sally Field in 'Steel Magnolia's'. He's stoked."

"Dean, that's wrong, even for you."

"What d'ya want me to do Sammy? My wife's dying, there's no freakin' instruction book on how to deal."

"But he's gonna talk to the kids right?"

"Yeah of course. He's goin' now."

Sam sat looking at his hands for a minute. "Dude, you've seen 'Steel Magnolia's'?"

Dean started the engine. "I'm married Sam, I've seen every goddamn chick flick weepie goin'. I can tell you one thing for sure though, there's nothing romantic about a woman dyin' in the prime of her life'." He sighed and started to drive as he wondered how Johnny was going to handle the task Dean had given him. "Let's go find something to kill, I need it."

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As soon as Cole got on the field there was silence over the crowd and he was approached by two men. The older one was obviously the coach and was wearing Panther sweats with a baseball cap. He was in his fifties but still in good shape with a stern face. The other was over twenty years younger and lean. He was wearing Cole's usual uniform of jeans and plaid shirt with a heavy sheepskin jacket.

"I'm Coach Taylor. This is my second. He likes to be called Riggins. Where are your pads?" The coach asked.

Cole shrugged. "Don't need 'em."

"All my players wear them, you think I want a damn lawsuit?"

"With all due respect, I'm not your player yet. I'll sign somethin' I don't care."

The younger man raised his eyebrows and waited for the explosion of rage. It didn't come. "I don't give a shit if you wanna kill yourself son. I just want to get this over with so I can start my practice."

"Well then what are we waiting for?"

The man grabbed a ball and slammed it into Cole's chest. His face remained impassive as he took it and spun it in the palm of his hand as he waited for his instructions.

They walked away and the Coach shouted. "Jackson. Go long!"

Cole watched as Wade Jackson started to run down the field and turned at the nearest line waiting for the throw. Cole didn't do anything and Jackson paused staring at the coach with a shrug.

"What's the problem now dammit?!"

"I thought you told him to go long? I'm waiting."

The Coach was getting more angry as he waved his Quarterback on and he started to run again. Cole wrapped his long fingers around the ball and squinted checking the wind movement like he was firing a gun. He saw the kid hit mid field and he sensed the turn in his body as he pulled his right arm back and threw the ball. It sailed in a high arc through the air at a shocking speed. Jackson got under it as he ran and was thrown off his feet as he struggled to grab it. He landed in a winded heap in the distance.

The Coach stared at Cole and then at the man next to him and frowned. "Burton! Take his place." He picked up another ball and threw it at Cole. "Do that again."

The next kid ran into place as Jackson limped away. Cole knew his stuff now and pulled his arm back like a hammer and released the ball like a bullet barely giving Burton time to prepare. He jumped to catch it and it flew into his face throwing him back. Someone went to see how he was as the crowd murmured.

"Kids got a hell of an arm." The Coach muttered reluctantly as Burton stood up with the ball wedged firmly in the front of his helmet. "Let's see if you can run." He shouted.

"Nelson!" He called out to the running back who was his fastest team member.

The kid that stepped forwards was built like a sprinter and stared at Cole with a sneer. He didn't need to be told as he removed his helmet and shirt ripping off his pads and throwing them to the ground before walking over to the newcomer. The black kid was scarily muscular and didn't bother to put his shirt back on as he let his body do his talking for him. The Coach approached again and an assistant took up a place with a stop watch at the other end of the field.

"How fast can you run a hundred meters?"

"Don't know."

He rolled his eyes. "We'll try you on five hundred, give you a fighting chance."

Cole shrugged and also removed his shirt, he didn't need any more disadvantages as he had no doubt this kid would be fast. Cole was tall and lean, and better built for longer distances. The other kid smirked confidently as they took up positions side by side.

Hope watched from the sidelines her hands massaging one another as her knuckles turned white. Cole was fast, they all were but it wasn't like he had ever put it to the test before. In his prime Dean had been told he could push his body to be as fast as he wanted it to be but it was something that was reliant on adrenaline. She hoped that her brother's nerves would have the blood pumping sufficiently as the whistle blew.

The crowd were cheering for the running back who pounced like a hungry cheetah and pumped his legs frantically. Cole was behind him as the studs on his boots churned up mud. The muscles in his arms bulged as he pushed them to keep up with his lower body. Soon the two guys were level and the other kid glanced across briefly as Cole overtook him and the whistle blew again. Cole took his time to slow down and let his body recover as the time was given to the coach.

There was silence in the stands and on the field as the Coach approached yet again. He was pissed and it showed. "I'm giving you a full drugs test son. If you've wasted all our time today I won't be happy. Got that?"

Cole had his hands on his hips as he stared back. "Hey, I'll piss in a cup right now, in front of the whole town."

The younger guy in plaid smiled. "No need for that."

"What now?"

"Tackling. You sure you don't want those pads?" He asked as he waved at another assistant and four defensive line backers got into position on the field.

Cole looked at the guys and even though a couple of them were pretty big he wasn't worried. "No, I'm good." He said as someone passed him his shirt and he pulled it on.

"Ok, I want you to catch the ball and get through those guys." He said.

Cole shrugged. "That it?"

The man scowled. "Don't sass me son."

Hope relaxed a little. Cole was going to be in his element with tackling. If he could take down a couple of bloodthirsty vamps single-handed then this was going to be a breeze.

The newly recovered Jackson got behind the defence and threw the ball. Cole ran into its trajectory and caught it without missing a step. He secured it in his grasp and ran towards the incoming players. Ducking low he took out the first and threw him over his right shoulder. The guy somersaulted and landed with a splat of mud. Cole spun in a quick circle causing the next one to grab for air as he dodged him. There was still two more coming at him though.

Cole tackled the first; his shoulder connected with the kids' gut and he lifted him clear off the ground, carried him a few yards before dropping him like trash and jumping over his body.

He continued to run and saw the biggest one crouch low preparing to take him down. He wasn't going to go easy on him and Cole decided to take him out of the equation altogether. As he approached Cole placed a foot on the guys' knee and used him as a springboard. He sailed over number ninety one's head tucked himself under and landed with a thump on his back.

Without letting the ball go, Cole rolled up on his shoulders flipping back to his feet, digging in and running fast until he reached the End Zone.

He threw the ball to the ground and rested his hands on his knees as he panted. He couldn't hear anything and looked up as the air rushed in his ears. He saw his sister wink at him and it made him smile.

The crowd were silent for a moment and then slowly began to applaud as he looked at them. It wasn't such a bad feeling and he remembered what she had said about channelling his Dad. He wasn't quite there yet though so he simply raised a hand and nodded at them in acknowledgement before turning to face the Coach.

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"This is a hell of a file." Dr Vincent said as she juggled it in her hands.

"My brother-in-law's not the most organized of people but he takes his wife's care really seriously." Brooke told her. "He has records of every prescription, diagnosis, x-ray…"

"I can see that." The young woman said. "Yet she hasn't had a scan or a check up in over three months?"

"We've had some family problems, he had to stay behind to sort them out but he'll be here soon."

"Ok. And she's not had IVF this time?"

"She conceived naturally." Han answered as he looked at her across her desk.

The woman exhaled. "That's incredible. I mean, taking anti-rejection drugs for seventeen years should have made her infertile by now, not to mention the fact she was sterilized anyway." She looked at them. "It's in the realm of miracle."

"Believe me he's fertile enough for the both of them." Brooke smiled.

"I'll take your word for it. The main thing now is that we try to get her some strength back."

They had been there a couple of days and they liked the Doctor who was overseeing Bonnie's care. She always spoke in a way that Brooke would understand even though Han was a doctor too. Bonnie was on a drip and oxygen and they were now considering a feeding tube to get some much-needed calories to the baby. Both of them were underweight and Bonnie had lost her appetite a while back.

"She's lost a lot of kidney function so we're going to start dialysis later today. I have to warn you though the overall outcome is not positive."

Brooke looked at Han. "She knows what's happening. She just wants to have the baby. She'll do anything."

"She's told me, a number of times. She seems very calm."

"She's been ill for years. I think she's just relieved." She answered sadly.

"I'm working closely with Dr Yamakura who's our cardiologist and also with the team in Obstetrics. We'll do everything that we can. The baby's doing surprisingly well so far and we are hopeful."

"That's good." Brooke sighed. "Listen, I know it's slightly unconventional but she's not used to being on her own. With her husband gone we'd like to make sure that one of us is here with her."

"I understand." She smiled. "But only until she goes to sleep and I'm sorry but at this stage she can't be around children. It's just too risky."

Brooke slumped in the chair and wondered how they would juggle this but they would have to work something out.

Han leaned forwards. "There was something else actually; Brooke's daughter. I wonder if she could see a specialist. I think she has some hearing impairment."

Dr Vincent stared at them wondering how much bad luck they could have. "Ok, I'll speak to a Paediatrician and ask them to stop by."

"Thank you so much." They stood up and said their goodbyes walking into the corridor where Dylan was waiting with Lily.

Brooke squatted down in front of him. "You ok?"

He looked tired and a little despondent. "I'm fine."

"I'll stay here you guys go get some rest. You have money for a cab?"

"Yeah, thank you." Brooke stood up. "You're tired too though."

"Are you kidding? When I was an intern I could spend a hundred hours a week in a hospital. I only have one patient now, believe me, I'll cope."

She hugged him. "Ok, I'll wait here and see when the doctor can come look at Lily."

"What are they going to do to her?" Dylan asked as he held her.

"Nothing sweetie, she just needs an examination and some jabs."

"They're going to want to stick things in her head." He looked slightly panicked.

"What?"

"I think he means hearing aides."

"Well don't worry about that, no one's going to do anything to her. We're just getting her checked out and when your Dad gets here then we'll discuss our options."

"Ok."

He still looked worried and Brooke sighed. "I tell you what. Why don't we go to the canteen and I'll get you a hot chocolate and you can call him alright?"

"Yeah!" He said perking up considerably. Being with just his Mom and sister was harder than he thought. Brooke was tired and Dylan was stressed. He needed to talk to his Dad and hear that he was going to be with them soon.

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Cole's acceptance onto the team was pending the results of the drugs test. The local police had been so excited by his display they had driven his sample to the lab in Houston themselves and they were putting a rush on it so they could get the all clear for that Friday's game.

Cole and Hope still had to go to the hospital and see Lacey Stevens and there was still digging and research to be done. For now though, they were both in the gym as Hope faced the Cheerleaders.

Hope stood on the empty basketball court dressed in 'barely there' shorts and a cropped top. One of the male cheer-bitches put her CD in the player and she looked at Cole who was the only spectator and smiled.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her as she waited for the intro. Unlike Cole she had been on a team before the unfortunate 'pyramid' incident that had caused her to get suspended.

She had stayed on gymnastic teams though and she was a rocking dancer, if a little too sexy.

She didn't care though and went for it as the music started.

Check it out
Going out
On the late night
Looking tight
Feeling nice
It's a cock fight
I can tell
I just know
That it's going down
Tonight
At the door we don't wait cause we know them
At the bar six shots just beginning
That's when dick head put his hands on me
But you see

Hope threw herself into a series of back flips that took her to the end of the court. Taking a deep breath she came towards them in a hands-free tumble that was astounding in difficulty without a sprung floor.

She came out of a front flip and landed securely before rotating her hips sexily in front of them.She jumped into mid air splits and then landed on the ground as though she was going to do push ups. Rising into a quick handstand she started to rotate her legs like she was doing a pommel horse routine on the ground. She ended it spinning on her back like a she was Jennifer Beales in Flashdance.

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u and ur hand tonight

Midnight
I'm drunk
I don't give a fuck
Wanna dance
By myself
Guess you're outta luck
Don't touch
Back up
I'm not the one
Buh bye
Listen up it's just not happening
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
Aiight

Jumping to her feet she started to dance again, barely out of breath. She did some hip hop, jazz and threw in a pirouette for shits and giggles.

Some of the cheer team were getting into it but Tyler was glowering as Hope performed a standing back flip and then started some freestyle rocking with full on air guitar.

In the corner with your boys you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah

You know who you are
High fivin, talking shit, but you're going home alone arentcha?

Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
No
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
It's just you and your hand

When she finally stopped everyone but Tyler clapped and Cole let out a loud whistle. She didn't get cocky, she knew what was coming.

Tyler stared at her a second. "Well that was lovely."

"Don't get too excited you might blow that vein that's bulging in your forehead." Tyler's fingers went to her head automatically as Hope smirked. "Psych!"

"Bitch." She muttered under her breath as some of girls sniggered. "Let's see your lifts." She glowered.

One of the Cheerosexuals went to get up and Hope raised a hand. "Thanks, but I brought my own, just 'til I know who to trust."

The CD continued to play and The Kids in America started to play as Cole stood up and dragged his feet over to her.

"You're getting a football player to cheer?" Tyler laughed prissily. "That's not right."

She stood with her hands on her hips. "No, my brother's helping me out. That ok?"

"I'm comfortable with my masculinity." Cole added.

Hope didn't wait for a response and turned to Cole who was crouched down with his hands cupped in a stirrup. She placed her right foot in and spun as he lifted her into a prop move. He held her feet in his hands and she barely wavered as he bounced her a little and pushed her upwards. She did a quick flip and he caught her in his arms and set her back on her feet.

Hope rolled her eyes. They wanted more. "Let's do the one Johnny taught us."

"It's not a cheer move."

"Fuck it."

He clasped her hands and lifted her in the air so she was doing the splits suspended above his head. She let go with one hand and balanced as the muscles in his right arm threatened to explode along with the assembled girls and gays.

Centering her weight she put her free hand on the top of his head and he held onto the other until she got into a handstand. He let go and moved his feet only slightly as he supported her weight above him. It was a move Johnny had taught them after he had taken them to the Chinese State Circus on their fourteenth birthday.

"I think they ran away from the circus." One of the guys said as Hope took her brothers' hand again and he lowered her back to the ground.

Cole knew she was done and they all frowned as he punched her in the arm playfully. "You did great."

She smiled as he left and she awaited the verdict.

"No girl's that strong."

"Excuse me?" Hope asked.

Tyler laughed. "You sure you haven't got a weener hiding in there?"

"The men in my family are all hung like donkeys." One of the guys stared wide eyed and gulped at Cole's retreating back as he let the gym door close behind him. "Do you really think I could conceal a penis in these shorts?"

Tyler raised her eyebrows and Hope sighed in exasperation. She dropped the shorts and thanked god she'd shaved that day. "Satisfied?"

The same guy who had perved on Cole a moment ago squealed and covered his eyes as Hope stood unashamed with her ladyflower on full display in front of the whole squad.

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"It's lovely to hear your little voice too Dyl. How are you coping?"

"I've been waiting around a lot. They won't let me or Lily see Aunt Bonnie cos they said we can make her sick, is that true?"

Sam sighed and Dean frowned at him as they walked into the station. "Yeah it is, but it's only cos Aunt Bonnie's real sick and sometimes kids carry germs that can make it worse. It's not your fault though, I'm sure she wants to see you."

"I know. But now they're gonna examine Lily."

"Really?" He hated not being there. "But that's good right? When you were born you saw doctors. It's normal."

"I know, I just wish you were here."

"Me too, but I'll be there soon. Your Mom says you've been amazing. Just be strong ok?"

"I will. Mommy wants to speak to Uncle Dean. I miss you Dad."

"Me too Dylan."

He passed the phone to Dean as he opened the station door and walked in. Sylvie was sat at her desk as usual but Bart was also there which was out of the ordinary.

"Hey, how is she?" Dean asked Brooke.

"I can't use the cell in her room but we're trying to get a phone in there. I think maybe tonight you can speak to her."

"What have they said?" He saw Bart and frowned but turned his back hunching his shoulders defensively and dropping his voice as he sat on the edge of a desk.

"She has to go on dialysis, for her kidneys. They rehydrated her though and she looks better but they have to put in a tube to feed her."

"God, how's she holding up and don't lie to me cos I'll know."

"She's quiet Dean, I don't know what to tell you but she's getting the best care. Han's with her now but they won't let the kids in so I can't spend much time with her."

"You need help, I get it. Johnny went to see the kids. "He grimaced. "I can call Rita to go look after her."

"Christ that'll be weird. I think you have to get her to come here though, Han can't keep up the way he's going."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm on it. I'll speak to ya later. Just…give her my love ok?"

"I will. Dean, there's something else." Her voice lowered.

"What?"

"She signed a 'do not resuscitate' order."

"What?! She wouldn't do that. Not without tellin' me."

"I'm so sorry. There's nothing I can do. I tried."

"Ok, I'll talk to her later thanks for the heads up."

He hung up the phone and turned to the others. "What's goin' on?"

"I need to talk to you Dean." Bart said.

"Step into my orifice." He said with no humor as he walked into the back and grabbed a seat. He really wasn't in the mood for kissing ass, he had enough going on.

"I want you to cut the shit Dean and tell me what the hell's going on here? I got Gary Lawson's remains on ice and reports of the weirdest things hitting town."

He sighed. "Yeah, I figured you'd suss it out sooner or later. What's going on? Everything supernatural you can imagine is hittin' town and they aren't taking any prisoners."

"What?"

"C'mon man, Enid's into all that New Age crap, you tellin' me you're not a believer?"

"In what?"

"The thing that killed Gary Lawson was called a Skin Walker, it can change into any animal, we have Vampires, Demons and what was the other Sam?"

"Rawhead."

"Rawheads. There's more coming and all we can do is go out and waste the bastards."

Bart paused. "You're kidding?"

"No, I wish. Look, I don't have time to convince you all I will say is that if you looked all over the world to find two people best able to deal with this situation then you'd find us. I've been fighting demons and Hellspawn since I was a kid, Sam too. We're here and we're dealing."

"Bit of a coincidence."

Dean was fed up. "Not really. We know where they came from and I'm probably directly responsible for their release into the wild. Am I sorry that wife-beatin' dick weed is dead? No. Do I want anyone else to get hurt? No."

Bart eyed him narrowly. "What can we do?"

Dean leaned forwards. "I tell ya what you can do. You can tell the people of Point Hope to stop callin' me when a fuse blows and they can't watch Oprah. You can tell them that I am no longer available to clean their gutters or to pull a goddamn peanut out of their kids' nose!" He shouted.

"Dean?" Sam said quietly.

He raised a hand. "I'm calm. Here's the deal. I am now only responding to calls that go 'help me! It's got fangs' or 'Oh my God my boyfriend just tried to eat my spleen'!." He sighed. "I know this is a shock for you but I'm the best of the best and I can do this. Give me some space, keep the crazies away and just let me do my job."

"Vampires are real?"

"Yeah, and they're not hot young bucks that go around fallin' in love with teenage girls either. They eat them for supper."

"You're crazy."

"Hey, it's been said, but crazy's about all you have right now so hop on board."

"How will you know when the threat's gone?"

"We won't." He looked at Sam. "But we'll get rid of the worst and then bring in a replacement."

"What?"

"There are others like us who do what we do. We'll make some calls and get someone to take over who knows how to handle it."

"This is too much."

Dean stood up. "Welcome to my world. Now if you don't mind Mr Mayor me and my brother are gonna go kick some ass in this frozen wasteland you call a town."

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Hope came out of the hospital and got into the truck. "Well that was special."

"What did Lacey say?"

She looked at him. "The bitch is catatonic! Even more than the rest of the cheer squad."

"So you got nothing?"

"I spoke to a nurse. She says she talks in her sleep."

"Don't keep me in suspense."

"There are more suicides." We have to hit the gossip and newspapers. "There's something else. "

"What?"

"Lacey tried to kill herself too, but she's not talking. I think something or someone is forcing them into this for sure."

"Ok. We'll go back to the motel and hit the net."

"What's this?" Hope asked as he drove. She picked up the fat file from the dash and flicked through it.

"Plays. I have to learn them for Friday's game."

"Are you serious? Do you even know what all this means?"

"Not yet, besides, you have to learn all the cheers."

"Please, I can write one now." She sat up and plastered a false smile on her face as she clapped her hands together.

"He's awesome, he's quick and he has a massive dick. He's Cole, he's Cole, and he'll take us to the Bowl."

He looked at her. "That's sick."

"C'mon, you're a vagina magnet and you know it!"

"You're the one who pulled her thing out in the gym!"

She grimaced. "You heard about that?"

"Way to go Hope. Not exactly undercover, now I'll be fightin' half the guys on the team just cos…"

"What?"

"Cos you're a slut."

"Excuse me? The definition of slut is someone who gives it away for nothing and I always make them pay, one way or another."

"Do you hear yourself? Where do you get this from?" He shouted.

"Are you embarrassed by me?"

"No." He said a little too quickly.

"You are!"

"I would just like you to have a bit more self-worth is all."

"This coming from the man who cries watching Dr Quinn re-runs! Bite me, I know who I am. I'm not playing a role here, they questioned my femininity."

"So you flashed them?"

She calmed herself. "I merely introduced them to the panty hamster."

"The what?!" He stared.

"It's not the most intelligent animal in the world but treat it nice and it won't bite."

"Dad warned me about the full moon." He said looking out of the windscreen.

"I bet he did, he never did understand women."

"Hope, you're not like most girls. You have more male hormones than the guys on the field. You can't go flashing your bits around!"

"Oh for God's sake, if it makes you happy then I'll stop. Where do we stand on nipples?"

"No nipples!"

"You're a bundle of laughs, you know that?"

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The pass from Point Hope to the outside world was still closed off but there was still an expanse of barren land surrounding the town that could hide a multitude of critters.

Dean, Sam and Nitro were on parol and had gone as far as the truck could take them. They got out and holstered up as they ignored the temperatures and ventured into the wilds.

"How's Bonnie?" Sam asked conversationally.

"Doin' The Riverdance."

"There's no need to be like that Dean. I miss them too."

He sighed. "I know and I'm sorry for being insensitive, I see your concern and I'll raise you a bite me."

"If I didn't know why you were being such a dick I'd kick your ass."

Dean turned around. "Don't let me stop you! Kick away, seems like everyone's taken a shot though so you might have to stand in line!"

Sam had had enough. "You're an asshole!"

"Thanks."

"No, you really are. Everyone's bending over backwards to try to get your life back on track and you're just….surly."

He laughed. "Surly? Newsflash Sammy! My wife is going to die and I'm going to be a single Dad in his fifties. That sound like much of a celebration to you?!"

"We're all aware of what's happening, but stop punishing us. We can't do anything either. The more of an ass you act now, the more fucked up your kid is going to be. Think about that Butch." He added sarcastically as he ploughed through the deep snow.

Dean was trying to think of some way of coming back from that when there was a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He raised the Colt and Nitro started to kick off but it was too late.

Sam was side-swiped by the creature and flung ten feet away like he weighed nothing. Dean stared at the hairy monster in shock. What the….

He let off a shot but it was gone with Nitro snapping at its' heels. Dean ran over to where Sam was laying.

"Sam, you ok?!" He knelt in the snow and grabbed his collar slapping his face.

Sam snapped to attention with a jolt and winced.

"Are you hurt?! Sam!"

He winced as he moved. "I'm fine. What the hell was that thing?"

Dean looked up in the direction of Nitro's barks and took a deep breath like he didn't quite believe it himself. He suddenly smiled a really broad white smile. "That was a Sasquatch, Sasquatch." He laughed loudly. "Fuck!"

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Yay!!