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Chapter Two

"Finally!" Exclaimed Sam as the two brothers entered a clearing by the edge of the fast moving river. The clearing was lush and green, surrounded by a steep hill to one side and the river to the other. The small path the brothers had followed came out between a gap in the hill and the bend of the river, giving just enough room to squeeze their bodies through. The river ran past them to the right, cutting it's way through the rocks and mud, churning up the silt which lapped against the mud of the shore. A small shack sat back from another bend downriver. All in all, if one was so inclined to want to live in the middle of no where and be completely cut off and protected, this would be the place one would chose.

Sam hated it already. So isolated, but he watched as his brother gazed appreciatively at the positioning of the hut, next to a bend so no one could come in from the left, protected on the right by the river and the hill, across the water a small path ran alongside the raging torrent. Even there crossing the river would be a nightmare, the only way for an attack being the path through the gap they'd entered by.

In the world of military precision, this was a thing of beauty. So strategic and precise.

"Dude."

"We're not staying here longer than we need to Dean."

"Yeah, but it's a place to remember should we need it in the future." Sam had to agree to that.

Sam walked to the hut and peered in, a mattress covered half the floor, the other half had a small stove, a box of what looked like canned goods, and a bowl that by the looks of the liquid inside was meant for only one thing.

So, Isiah wasn't exactly hygienic in his secluded living.

"Sam."

Sam turned away from the one windowed hut and walked to the edge of the river to his brother.

"That look like a grave to you?"

Dean was pointing across the river. A mound of earth sat about twenty feet from the water. At the head a poorly fashioned cross held up by a small mound of stones.

"Thank god."

"Please say they didn't bury him too deep." Said Dean as he made to begin his wade across the water. Sam snagged his sleeve and pulled him back.

"Dude what are you doing? We don't know how deep it is."

"We can use those boulders across the middle." At Sam's disapproving look Dean sighed and relented. "Well how the hell are we supposed to get across?"

"There might be somewhere further upstream."

"You're kidding me right?" Dean pouted as he looked to his left, against the flow of water. "What if there isn't?"

"According to the map the river is less wide about a mile up that way." Sam pointed and ignored the heavy sigh , refused to look at the pout of the 6'1" five year old behind him, and began walking.

They walked back along the path they had come until Sam pointed them back around toward the river, coming out on the other side of the hill, Dean whistled long and low, unable to see the hut or the clearing.

"Damn that's one hell of a good hide out."

"We'll appraise it later man, come on, we need to salt and burn before we lose the sun."

"Afraid of the dark Sammy?"

"You want to find your way back to that hut in the dark?"

"Point taken."

The brothers made their way upstream, walking easily along the edge of the river, the further they walked the closer the opposite shore became, until they reached a spot on an incline where the shore was only ten feet away.

"Guess that's why it runs so fast by the hut, we've been walking uphill." Dean stared down river, noting the quickening of the water the further down the river ran.

"Ready to get wet?"

"Dude I'm always ready to get wet." Dean gave a wry smile and licked his lips.

"Dude that's gross."

Sam carefully stepped into the river, using one of the shovels they had brought with them to test the depth of the river bed before each step. They slowly made their way across, Dean following Sam.

Just past the centre Sam stepped forward before checking and plummeted waist high into the cold water.

"Shit!"

"Dude," laughed Dean, " You're so lucky it's waist high, wouldn't want you to get your hair wet."

"Yeah well, at least it wasn't you on point."

"Why's that?" Asked Dean as he helped his brother onto a higher part of the riverbed.

"You would have gone completely under, shortie."

Dean clipped his little brother upside his head as they both made it to the opposite shore and began the long walk back down to the grave site.

An hour later Sam stood and wiped sweat and mud from his brow, he climbed from the grave and knelt beside the river, slowly drinking handful's of water, savouring the cool liquid as it ran down his throat.

Seemed that the locals knew how to dig a grave, and dig it deep. Sam was sure they'd gone further than the standard six feet and still no body. He was exhausted, and the sun was beginning to start it's descent into the distant horizon, to settle against the other side of the world and wrap it's warm embrace around the east, while the west fell into the dark, cold hold of the moon.

"Found him! Fugly bastard."

Sam peered over the edge of the grave and watched as Dean dug around the body to fully expose the bones. Well, the almost bones. Not quite ripe but definitely rotting. Dean was covered in mud, his t-shirt sweat soaked and stuck to his skin. Sam was faring no better but neither brother wanted to wash in the cold river water unless they absolutely had to.

"Got the salt?"

Sam pulled the container from his bag and began to walk clockwise around the grave, salting the bones as he went. Dean pulled himself from the hole and grabbed the lighter fuel, matching Sam's movements anti-clockwise.

Neither brother noticed the wind pick up around the trees.

Neither brother noticed the light that made it's way from the forest to the clearing where they were circling the grave.

Neither brother saw Isiah bear his teeth until it was too late.

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