Chapter Four

Hazel and Sam arrived at the scene of the crime mid-afternoon. The disappearances were happening in a dense forest just along the border of Washington. She hated this state most of the fifty to chose from. Not only was she wanted in several cities, but also her hair did not cooperate well with rain.

She loaded her duffel containing the hairspray and lighters onto her shoulder as Sam picked out the appropriate fake ID cards for their mission. They were planning on this hunt being a quick kill and kick it hunt to continue on ways to rescue Dean. Ways for me to rescue Dean. Sam is a faithless jerk who doesn't believe in man-made resurrection. She didn't mean to be so harsh on Sam, but he was Dean's brother and he wasn't lifting a finger to help him.

Sam came around to the trunk of the car just as she was slamming it shut. He held out a Wildlife Services card to her and pocketing his own. She took the card with a curt nod and looked up at him squinting against the sunlight shining just behind him. "Ready to break the law to save the lives of those unworthy?"

He laughed a little and smiled down at her. "You know, you can be really emo sometimes, HD." He said it with laughter in a joking matter even though she knew it was true.

She didn't dare say what she was thinking knowing it would only create yet another awkward silence between them. I've only been that way since I lost all reason for happiness. Instead she said, "Well, it is my middle name. Now seriously, what's our plan of attack? We going to grow a fake relationship with this family then kill the bitch and leave? Or are we going to go find the bitch, light the bitch on fire, never talk to the family at all, and bounce our happy little asses out of this bitch town?"

He said nothing for a moment looking off smiling. "I'm getting a sense you like the word 'bitch'."

She laughed a little and replied, "What was your first clue?" They began walking to the forests main building carrying the duffel like a backpack. When they stepped into the office, the ranger looked up at them and smiled a gangly thing that wasn't too appealing.

"How can I help you two today? Need information about camping? Hiking? A romantic getaway in the woods?" Hazel choked slightly at the last one and Sam held back laughter.

"I'm Anthony Wang and this is Rebecca Hilton with the wildlife services. We're here to assure that the path rails haven't worn away too much with the rain storms lately." He smiled a convincing smile as Hazel stood silently behind him smiling as well.

The ranger stood sizing them up with his eyes before finally extending his hand and shaking each of their hands promptly and saying, "Buck Willington. I'm the head ranger here at the Lake Forest Park office. Pleased to meet you. Well, if you guys are part of the wildlife service, I'm sure you already know your way around. Just be careful of those bears, they've been pretty rambunctious lately." He made a slight whistling sound as he said his S's.

Hazel stepped forward and spoke with authority and dominance. "Thank you for your time Buck, but let me tell you, I don't think bears are the problem here. We're hoping to get some information on that too, so I guess we'll see the real cause of the mayhem here." With that she walked out of the back door knowing Sam would follow.

"He didn't even ask for ID. Weird." He kept pace with her easily as the strode down into the forest. She kept silent as they walked getting deeper and deeper into the dense trees. The forest reminded her of the nights when she knelt before Dean's grave all but digging him out with her bare hands. At times, when they went, she would cry so hard that she would collapse, forcing Sam to carry her home. She just hoped that tonight was not one of those nights.

As though reading her thoughts, Sam looked at her and said, "I think we should go to Dean's grave tonight. It's been a month, I know that you like to pray for him in front of it. Who knows, maybe that will help." She couldn't respond. She didn't want to lie to him. She didn't just pray when she sat at his grave. She asked the one person she knew could help. She asked them to help him, do for him what they did to her. They hadn't yet but she couldn't give up hope. She needed to believe that they would help, she needed to have hope that she could get him back some how. If she didn't, she knew she never would.

These were her thoughts as they ventured deep into the forest toward the point of many disappearances. She only helped she could save these people quicker than she could save Dean.