Sam opened his eyes to the morning light shinning brightly thorough the stained glass window above the motel door. His eyes focused on the odd image. Why anyone would make a stain glass pig was beyond him. He groaned with disgust and turned, only to be faced with yet another pig related itemed. He let out a huge sigh, when Dean strutted through the door. His arms were loaded with the usual to go bags and coffee. Dean placed the items on the multicolored pig table.
"Morning sunshine! Got you some breakfast…thought ham was appropriate." Dean snickered.
Sam moaned and threw his pig shaped pillow at Dean's head.
"Ahh…Come on Sammy! We had our choice of pig, cow, or the chicken. So, hope you are enjoying the Ned Beatty Grand suite."
"Shut up…man, how many pig items can they use to decorate this room?" Sam said grabbing the hot java from the pig shaped coffee table.
"And you thought our lives were scary. I don't know what to shoot. The pig clock is my first choice! Hey…Sammy, which do you find scarier?"
"The fact that I have many days worth of Deliverance jokes to look forward to from you."
"He ha he…speaking of pigs…let's go talk to the cops.
"Do you always have to be an idiot? Pigs, Cops! You seriously need some help. AND, YOU mean, I get to talk to the cops."
"It's nice you are finally pulling your weight in this family."
"Shut up!"
"Oh…nice comeback, Sammy! Ohhhh…burn!"
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Sam quickly marched from the local police station over to an awaiting Dean. The swiped police file in his hands.
"According to the local PD, seven victims have been found with various body parts missing. The attacks have occurred at night for the past four weeks. All the victims had multiple bite and claw wounds. Some had a sting like punctures. The police are calling it a large unknown animal attack."
"Unknown. That's specific."
"The last victims, that got our attention, occurred a week ago- Tom and Leah Gage. The husband was mangled, but Leah survived…Briefly anyway. She died two hours later. In her delirium, she shrieked about a man-lion attacking her. "
Dean snatched the file from Sam's fingers. "It says here that the locals of Wahoo have taken to killing any animal that moves. The Multiple witnesses have attributed the animal to be a wolverine, a bear, a mountain lion, and a circus tiger. Dude… lions, tiger, and bears. They're making this way too easy." Dean's smirked played on his lips.
Sam shook his head. "The last victim managed to shoot the thing once. They found a blood sample, which couldn't be typed to a known origin.
"Okay, Dorothy…let's see if we can findsomething that could resemble that description!"
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Dean, leafing through his Dad's journal, paused for a second. His fingertips played over his father's handwriting. His eyes were more soulful that he usually allowed. He was thankful Sam was busy researching on his computer. His lower lip was perch over his top lip. The ability to speak had left him. He shook himself as if to ward of a sudden chill. He rubbed his hand across his chin and took a breath. Finally, he focused in on Sam. "We'll, I've looked in Dad's journal. The only thing that remotely sounds like our description is the Manticore."
Physically, the manticore was know as having the body of a red lion, human face, ears and blue eyes, three rows of teeth in each jaw, a fatal sting like a scorpion's in the end of his tail, and poisoned spines along the tail which could be shot, like arrows in any direction. The beast is very swift and has very powerful leaps. It is known to have an appetite for humans.
The earliest accounts are from Persian legend. The name comes from the Old Persian martikhoras meaning 'man-eater'. Greeks and Romans described the beast the same way. In the middle ages, the manticore was noted to live in the depths of the earth."
"Did Dad ever go up against one?
"Sorry, Sam."
"Any idea on how to kill it?"
"We'll the legend doesn't say. Since a victim injured it, it is not immune to good old-fashioned lead. Pack-up Sam!