Lest We Forget

Summary

The brothers lose more than just their way when investigating missing hikers - Who would have thought that something so small could cause so much trouble?

Disclaimer

I do not own Supernatural or its characters? Next you'll be telling me that Sam and Dean aren't real! What about the plot bunnies that sit at the bottom of my garden glaring at me unless I am typing? Unfortunately they are real and mine….

Author's Note

So, I have added a little seriousness but interspaced with hopefully funny bits - I had to try for a plot in here somewhere loll! Please let me know what you think…thanks for any and all reviews – you guys keep me going!

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Chapter 2 – Of Wookies and Woobies

"So what now?"

Sam had cocked his head on one side. "Do you hear that?"

Dean rose and walked to the far side of the clearing, motioning for Sam to follow. The sound of water grew louder as they walked further into the woods on the far side of the glade. The trees began to thin out and the two men looked out across a wide, fast flowing river that curved around in both directions. There was no visible way to cross and the river looked too deep and treacherous to attempt crossing.

"So not this way then." Dean sighed.

"Well we can't stay here indefinitely."

"And what do you suggest Sam?" Dean snapped.

"We go back to the path, maybe there's another way across that gully. Maybe that bear –thing has left the area."

"Maybe fairies might magic this all better too." Dean muttered.

"I'm just trying to come up with suggestions." Sam said placating.

"Sorry man– guess those M & M's are wearing off."

Sam waved off the apology. "Don't worry about it."

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The two men had made their way back to the bridge.

They sat hidden, watching the bridge for an hour or so- there had been no sign of the creature.

"Maybe we should just run for it?" Dean whispered.

"Shhh"

"Don't shh me"

"Shhhh"

"You shhh toothpick"

Half an hour later…

"Maybe your right." Sam said reluctantly. "It'll be dark soon."

"Course I'm right – I'm sure I always am!"

"You're unbelievable."

"Glad you've come to terms with that." Dean smiled magnanimously.

"Shut up Dean." Sam started to snigger.

"You ready?"

"On 3."

"1"

"2"

"3". Both men began to sprint across the bridge. With a roar the creature swung over the side of the bridge – it had obviously been hiding beneath it. It charged straight for Sam, and Dean automatically threw himself sideways, and flung the younger man from out of the way of the huge paw that would have taken the taller man's head clean off.

Unfortunately Dean's momentum carried him forward and he stumbled, taking a glancing blow to the head on a think branch that over-hung over one side of the bridge. Flashes of light erupted in his field of vision and he desperately tried to keep a tight grip on consciousness, but it was a losing battle and he fell to the ground.

Sam faltered at the far side of the bridge. The beast seemed to be ignoring him, instead appeared to be completely focused on the fallen man, shambling in an uneven gait towards him. Sam slowly bent down and picked up several rocks.

"Hey!" He shouted and threw a large stone at the creature with surprising good aim.

The creature turned and snarled, curling leathery lips back from vicious and filthy looking fangs.

"What the…?" Sam took an involuntary step back – what was this thing?

The creature seemed reluctant to leave the side of the fallen and turned back to Dean who had yet to stir.

Sam threw another rock, this time catching the creature smack across its nose.

"Leave him alone!"

The creature growled, deeper this time and took a step towards the younger man. Sam did not hesitate; he had its attention, now it was time to draw it away. He cupped a third rock in his hand and threw it with all of his might, his aim true it hit the creature directly in its left eye. It howled in pain and charged.

Sam had picked up a thick log-like branch, and swung it unfortunately with little effect at the creature. It snorted contemptuously and swatted the branch from his hand, the thick length shattered under the creature's blow.

Sam backed up, you could still get away! His survival instinct was screaming at him. "I can't leave someone defenceless like that." Sam thought, but he knew it went deeper than that. He couldn't leave Dean behind, period.

The last thing he saw was the creature's hideous face as it thundered towards him and then all went black.

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He awoke to a blinding headache, his head slick with blood and his shoulder throbbing. There was blood oozing down from what looked liked puncture marks…urgh, please do not say that thing bit me, and they were starting to burn…Wherever he was it was dark, cold and damp. His arms and legs were bound and fastened to a metal ring in the wall. He felt stone beneath him and as his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom he could make out another figure a short distance away.

"Dean?" He whispered.

"Was wondering when you were going to wake up sunshine. You OK?"

"Super. Just a little tied up at the moment. Are you alright?" It was too dark to see if Dean was injured.

"Asides from an army of dwarves trying to pickaxe their way to my brain, fine."

"Can you get loose?"

"I'm trying." Dean growled in frustration. His head was pounding, he was battling nausea and everything was still that little bit fuzzy and unfocussed. Great now I get a concussion...

"Where are we?"

"I think we're in a cave."

No shit Sherlock. Ok, so a stupid question.

"Any sign of that thing?"

"Not for a while- any idea what it is? Asides from him being one ugly bastard."

"Actually, I think he's a she."

"What?"

"She – I noticed earlier, no obvious male genitalia and she seemed to have enlarged mammary glands."

"You noticed what?"

"Breasts Dean, she has breasts"

"I know what mammary glands are Sam, but we get attacked and you notice her breasts? – You dog!"

"Just observant. Besides," Sam couldn't resist poking a little fun, "I think she may have her eyes on a mate."

"You already have a girlfriend Sam, remember that cute blonde in the photo - and she's a damn sight better looking than Chewbacca."

"Actually the way she was hovering over you on the bridge, I'd say you were the lucky man."

"You had better be joking Sam."

Sam looked at him straight-faced.

"You're kidding right?" Dean's face paled. "Oh man…." He began to struggle even more furiously against the bonds that held him.

"She could be the love of your life dude" Sam teased.

"Shut up Samuel – You're not funny. At least she's not blind - she can tell who the handsome one is."

"Sure Dean- because obviously Wookie standards in looks are the same as ours!"

"Ha – with your hair, she probably thought you were a relative."

Dean had been wriggling in the ropes as had Sam, though neither were succeeding in loosening their bonds. Something nagged at his memory - he hitched his leg up and twisted his ankle around until it was close to his hand. His fingers grazed the top of his boot. "There!" He smiled in triumph when he pulled a knife from within his boot.

"Gotcha." Sam sighed in relief at the sight of the blade. His smile quickly faded though when he heard movement from behind him, from the back of the cave.

"Hurry Dean – I think it's coming back."

Dean quickly began to cut through his bonds; he could see something huge making its way towards them from the back of the cave behind Sam. A low growl rumbled.

"Get out of here Dean." Sam spoke softly, urgently.

"Don't be stupid Sam."

"You don't have time – get out and get help."

"I'm not leaving you on your own with that thing." He began to cut through the ropes on his feet.

"And what are you going to fight it with – that overgrown steak-knife there? – That'll work! Get out and get help."

Dean started to move towards the younger man but the creature was there, he would never get to Sam before it did. The kid was right. Shit. He threw the knife at Sam, it struck into the ground next to his knee. Sam quickly nudged it behind him and flashed Dean a grin.

"I'll come back for you." The older man whispered as he ran for the entrance.

"You'd better." Sam gave him a small smile, his warm brown eyes soft with trust and belief that Dean would return.

Dean felt like a traitor…

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Sorry had to have at least one Cliffie….mwa ha haaaa

Hmm so what do you think? Good, bad, indifferent?

And how do you think John is going to think of all this…yup, he is going to arrive soon and he is not impressed at all…lol!

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"Holy abandoned hero Batman"

"Hmm?"

"Are you listening to me Batman?"

"Have you seen what's in this car Robin?"

"I think Evil Fan Girl has returned!"

"Who?"

"I told you about her before – she stole the Batmobile!"

"I'm sure this car is cooler Robin…and look Bikini Inspector! I think I want to be a Winchester!"

"What?"

"They have all these ID's, weapons, Impala, devoted fan girl following..."

"We need to help Sam and Dean!"

"But we can keep the car right?"

"NO!"

"What about the ID?"

"Fine!"

"Here's a one with Frances on it, a female ID. You can use that one Robin."

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a girl…"

"Girls name and let's face it, you have no muscle tone, girl's legs and wear pink tights…is there something you want to tell me?"

"They're not pink…never mind...Oh and I'm driving. And no shouting "Woo Hoo Sweet Ride!" out of the window this time Batman- it's embarrassing – that woman was eighty if she was a day!"

"You're just no fun Bobbin."

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