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Thanks to everyone who is still reading. And a special thank you to Ziggy.uk for the suggestion about the rope.

Previously on Supernatural- "Time's a wasting!" Bobby hollered. "Let's go!" The hunters raced into the woods praying they weren't too late.

Bobby led the way through the woods. A few feet in he heard something approaching and signaled for the others to stop. Hoping it wasn't another opossum he raised his gun aiming straight ahead noticing that John had done the same. "Maybe it's that Taylor fellow" Bobby thought. "I'd sure like to get my hands on him." His thoughts were cut short as a tiny bundle of fur came dashing around a tree before stopping right in front of the men.

Muffin raced through the woods on her mission to get help for Sammy. Rushing around a big tree she suddenly stopped and stared at the group of men in front of her. She carefully looked the three men over but didn't recognize any of them. Deciding to try to get their help anyway Muffin started wagging her tail and yipping at the group.

Putting away his weapon John was the first to speak. "What's a little dog like that doing out here in the woods?" he asked.

Dean stepped out from behind his dad to see what his father was talking about. He walked up beside Bobby to get a better look at the pup that was prancing around in front of them like it was putting on a show.

Muffin froze when she caught sight of the boy. She remembered him. He was Dean, the person she was looking for. Wary of the others, she cautiously trotted over to the younger Winchester and then sat down and wagged her tail furiously. She allowed him to reach down and pet her for a second before running a few feet ahead, turning around, and barking at him. Muffie repeated the actions several times hoping he would take the hint and follow her.

Dean watched as the puppy ran away and started barking again. It was almost like she was trying to tell him something. A sudden memory of an old movie about a boy and a dog flashed through his mind. The boy in the movie had gotten hurt and the dog had managed to lead his family to him. He recalled telling Sammy that real dogs weren't smart enough to do that. But looking at the small dog he realized that was exactly what she was doing. She was trying to get him to follow her. Maybe she knew where Sammy was! Excited by his brain blast, he turned to his father and the other men. "Dad, I think the dog wants us to follow it."

"You wanna run that by me again, son?" John asked staring at Dean like he'd lost his marbles.

"Look at it dad! It's trying to show us something like in that movie. It might know where Sammy is. We need to follow the dog." Dean explained.

"Movie, what movie" Bobby inquired? "Wait a minute. You mean that old dog movie Sam loved to watch?" Bobby shook his head at Dean's nod. "Dean that was just a movie. This is real. We need to keep searching for Sammy not waste time following a dog."

Seeing Dean about to reply, John decided to cut in. "Dean, this ain't no movie and that pup sure as hell ain't Lassie. Now quit playing with that mutt and let's go find your brother."

"Just wait a minute, Mr. Winchester" Officer Wilson broke in stepping in front of the other men. "Your boy may be right. I've lived and worked here all my life and I've seen many cases where a pet has helped find a missing loved one. You said yourself that this tiny puppy doesn't belong out here. It has to be here with someone." the officer allowed that to sink in before continuing. "That dog's our best lead, and I for one think we should follow it."

John was stunned to hear the officer side with Dean. He started to let the man have it but stopped short. Remembering his earlier promise to listen he turned to the older hunter in the group for advice. "What do you think, Bobby? Do we follow the mutt or not?" he asked.

All eyes turned to Bobby who scratched his chin thoughtfully before speaking. "They may have a point, Johnny" he started. "I mean, think about it. If we had Max and Cristo with us, they would have easily tracked Sammy down. Seeing John open his mouth Bobby quickly added, "Just hear me out" raising his hand to stop John from speaking. "I know that little pup isn't Max or Cristo but it's sure up to something. Just look at it running back and forth. It could just be playing but I don't think so. We need to follow the mutt. It may really be trying to lead us to Sam. Or it could be Taylor's dog."

"C'mon dad, please." Dean begged using his own version of Sammy's puppy dog eyes.

"Alright, we'll follow the mutt." John finally agreed. "But it better not turn out to be a red herring."

Smiling Dean gazed down at the pup. "Okay puppy, take us to Sammy" he told her.

Muffin took off at the mention of Sam's name. She led the way through the woods glancing back every once in a while to make sure the men were still with her. She happily ran around trees and bushes to get back to her friend Sammy.

Clyde stared down the cliff. "I really hate heights." he thought as he turned his stare to the rope in front of him. Deciding to test the rope before he started his descent he pulled on the rope and landed on his backside as the rope gave way. Surprised, Clyde looked toward the tree to see the rope lying on the ground beside the tree. He picked himself up intent on going back and retying the rope when he noticed the silhouette of a person standing in the shadows next to the tree. "Who are you?" he bellowed at the figure.

"Don't you remember me?" a female voice questioned.

"A girl and a young one by the sound of it" Clyde thought. "This is too good." Putting on his most sincere tone he spoke to the child. "Sorry I don't know you but maybe you could help me out. My son fell off the cliff. He's on a ledge about ten feet down, and he's badly hurt. I could lower you down to him and then haul both of you back up. What do you say? Will you help me out?"

"I don't think so." the girl answered. "You see, I know that's not your son."

Clyde's anger was starting to rise. He knew he didn't have much time before the sun rose, and the search began again. He wasn't going to waste it playing mind games with some kid. Scowling at the girl still hidden in the shadows he decided it was time to stop her playing. "You don't know anything." he shouted at her. "Why don't you show yourself? Are you afraid or something? Come on out where I can see you!"

"I know all about you Mr. Clyde Taylor. I know how you trick children into going with you into the woods to find a lost pet. I know what you do to those children once you get them to that small clearing. And I know about the threats to keep them quiet." the girl in the shadows announced.

Clyde was flabbergasted! How could this kid know all that? Nobody knew! He'd made sure of that. "That's it!" he thought. "No more Mr. Nice Guy!" Regaining his composure he yelled, "I don't know who you are and I don't care! But you just messed with the wrong guy sweetheart! Now come over here before I come get you!"

Clyde started heading towards the tree to drag the kid out in the open and show her who she was dealing with. He had only taken a few steps when he saw the figure slowly walking out of the shadows. The first thing he noticed was the green uniform she was wearing. Then her long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes registered in his brain. Clyde froze taking in the girls' appearance. He'd seen this child before a long time ago. "It can't be" he stammered. "It's not possible. You can't be real."

Meghan glared at the man before her. "Oh, I'm real alright. And I'm here to make sure you don't hurt Sam or anyone else."

Clyde stared wide-eyed at Meghan before smirking at her. "And how do you plan to do that, little missy? You're dead. I made sure of that. You can't stop me." He told her.

"I can and I will. You're never going to hurt a child again." Meghan snapped at him.

"Yeah, right. Why don't you go haunt your old man? Oh, that's right you can't. He's dead, too." Clyde taunted. "Go back to your grave girl, I have work to do." He turned his back on the girl not noticing the wind that was starting to whip around her.

Meghan's rage overflowed at the comment about her dad. Raising her hand she focused all her anger at its cause; Clyde Taylor. "Your days on Earth are over." she calmly declared.

Clyde had only taken one step toward the cliff when he was spun around to face the young girl whose life he had taken. A gale force wind swirled around him pushing him toward the cliff's edge. Terrified he tried to reason with the spirit. "Wait! Let's talk about this." he begged. "I'm sorry for what I did and I promise I won't bother another kid as long as I live. Please just let me go!"

It was Meghan's turn to smirk. "I know you won't hurt anymore kids, Mr. Taylor. I'm about to make sure of that." she said as she continued to push him towards the edge. "Hope you like hot weather. Good bye Clyde." As she spoke her last words, a blast of wind propelled Clyde over the cliff's edge to his demise. Meghan's rage and the mysterious wind ended as soon as Mr. Taylor disappeared. Walking over to the cliff's edge, the young girl gazed down at her small friend. She smiled upon hearing a dog's bark in the distance. "Don't worry, Sammy. Help's coming" she whispered as she slowly vanished.