Chapter 9

By the next morning, they were sitting at the table, drinking some coffee and discussing the mountain.

"So, what exactly should we do?" Sam asked, drinking some of his coffee.

"I think first of all, we should stick together. We do not want someone showing up again and push one of us down a hill. Which reminds me," Dean looked over at Summer. "Did you see who pushed you?"

"No," she shook her head. "However, from the way they pushed me, it seemed like a girl."

"Why would a girl push you?" Sam asked.

"I have no idea," Summer shrugged.

"Alright, so let's head to the mountain and figure out what we should do once we get there," Dean said, getting up and he walked toward his bed, picking up his jacket.

"I'll go put these in the car," Sam said pointing to the two handguns, while standing up. He was already making his way to them, and once he got a hold of them, he left the room and went to the car.

Summer stood up and went over to Dean. She noticed his eye was still puffy, and was black and blue. "I'm sorry you got hurt last night," she spoke softly, feeling guilty, even though she wasn't the one who gave him the black eye.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," he faced her.

"It feels like it is," she admitted.

"It's not," he told her, staring into her eyes. "Never feel guilty when it comes to one of us. What happened last night would have happened anyway with the way he was acting."

"You didn't have to get in a fight because of me."

"Of course I did. Sam and I didn't like how he was treating you, so we dealt with him." He then added, "I think though, you are very capable of taking care of yourself. Way to go… kicking him was a good idea."

"Well, he was going to slap me… I was not gonna let that happen."

"No man should touch a girl."

"You two ready?" Sam asked, interrupting them by poking his head in the room.

"Yeah," Dean answered back.

Sam went back to the car, and waited.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't I have a gun?"

"Have you ever used one?"

"Yeah, a few times when my dad would go practice hunting."

"We'll see then. Right now Sam and I should be the only ones with a gun," he told her as he headed toward the door. "Let's go."

She followed him after she grabbed her jacket and cell phone off the table and chair.

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The sky was clear of clouds, and the sun shone down brightly, making it almost possible to see right. They were back at the crime scene, and were already starting where they left off from the last time.

Sam stood by the pathway, observing the area, while Summer and Dean were a few feet away from him, searching for any other clues to help them.

"Do you two have any idea of what could be taking these people?" She asked, looking over at them.

"We don't really know what it could be doing this. It could be anything, really," Sam said, turning around to face her. "I'm also starting to think that whole werewolf thing could be a whole new job for us. Everything that we have learned doesn't lean toward a werewolf." He then added, "we could be dealing with an actual kidnapper, and nothing supernatural."

"I was actually thinking that last night before falling asleep," Dean spoke up. "We have dealt with things that end up being somewhat supernatural, though, so anything is possible."

"True," Sam agreed. "We'll find out whether it is the supernatural, or someone's idea of what they call fun."

"Let's continue to lo…" Dean started to say, but shut his mouth when he heard a noise.

Sam and Summer kept quite when they heard it too. They figured it was someone heading toward them.

Dean mouthed for them to hide behind a bush while he took care of it.

Sam grabbed her arm, bringing her to a bush, and they crunched down, while peeking through it, to see what was going on.

Dean stood on the pathway, facing the direction of the sound, and he waited for whomever to walk up to him. He didn't have to wait long, though, the person came into sight and that was when he realized it wasn't just somebody, it was a cop.

"What are you doing here? Don't you know this is a crime scene?" he asked Dean, stepping closer to him, eyeing him closely, as if he was trying to decide if he was part of the reason why the people went missing.

"Yes sir, I do. I was with some friends, and I went to the car to get the cooler. When I started to head back, I took a wrong turn, and now I'm lost," Dean told him, trying to sound convincing.

"How long ago was this?" the officer asked, not exactly buying his story.

Dean glanced down at his watch. "It's almost been an hour."

"Which way did you come from?"

"North, sir," Dean told him.

"I just came from that way, and I haven't seen anyone," the officer said, now seeming less convinced. "By the way, where's the cooler?" he asked, noticing Dean was not holding a cooler.

"I set it down a little ways that way, "Dean said, pointing behind him. "I figured I would walk a little, hoping to find my friends without holding the cooler the whole time."

Sam and Summer listened closely, becoming nervous by the minute. They had no idea if the officer would buy his story. If he didn't, he would be in so much trouble, and get arrested for being at a crime scene like this.

She looked over at Sam. "We have to do something," she whispered. "He won't be able to convince him fully without some proof."

"What do you plan on us doing? There is no way we can show up unexpectedly, that will make him know something is off with his story, and would know it's a lie."

"If maybe one of us shows up, it might seem less suspicious."

"I still don't think it's a good idea…" Sam said, but she had already crawled away from him, and tried to make a good entrance. "Yeah, leave when I'm talking," he mumbled with a sigh.

"There you are. What happened to you? You leave to get the cooler, and never came back," she said walking up to him. She then looked over at the officer. "I'm sorry about him being here... he's really bad with directions. I knew I should have gone with him."

The officer eyed her carefully. "You are one of his friends, he mentioned to me?"

"Yes I am," she nodded. "My name is Julie Dawson."

The officer then brought his attention back to Dean. "Make sure you don't come back around this area. It is a crime scene. Nobody should even be here on the mountain. I'd suggest you go home."

"Will do, officer," Dean replied.

The officer tipped his hat forward a little before turning around to leave.

Once they knew he wasn't in earshot, Sam came out from behind the bush, and Dean faced Summer.

"Julie Dawson?"

"It was the only name I could come up with."

"You should have stayed behind the bush. You could have messed up my story."

"Dude, he didn't exactly believe you. She just saved your ass," Sam said.

"I was doing just fine. He was starting to believe me before she showed up," Dean said, not making eye contact, knowing he was right, he didn't really believe his story.

"Anyway," Sam started, changing the subject. "We should keep looking around. We also should split up. We will cover more ground that way. Make sure to stay away from any hills and even cliffs, we don't want either of us being pushed, and fall down either of those."

"Good idea," Dean nodded. "Also, keep the cells on, we'll need to keep in touch in case anything happens, or if one us finds anything."

"I'll go south," Summer said.

"I'll go east," Sam said.

"And I'll head west."

Sam turned away from them, and made his way east.

Dean also started heading west, but stopped a couple of feet, and faced Summer. "Be careful out here, I don't want you getting hurt. Call the cell for help, if you need it, ok?"

"I will. You be careful too. Who knows what'll happen."

"That's for sure," He agreed. "See you in a while," he said before turning away and began walking again.

Instantly, Summer started walking south.