Chapter 4. I didn't say this in the last few chapters but i don't own anything but Rose and her part in this story. Thank you everyone who had read this story. It means a lot to me. :) ~ The Bloody Hellhound.
We were on our way to Blackwater when Sam jerks awake, he is riding shotgun next to Dean. Sam blinks and rubs his eyes. Dean looks over, concerned.
"You okay?" Sam glances over at Dean and then away.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean nods but not believe him. I didn't either.
"Another nightmare?" I asked him, he just clears his throat.
"You wanna drive for a while?" I glared at Dean. Really he would let Sam drive but not me?
"Oh he gets to drive but I don't." I wanted to smack him. Sam laughs.
"I don't trust you with Baby." He looked at me threw his mirror. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You named your car, Baby?" Sam cut in.
"Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that." Dean looked offended.
"Just thought you might want to. Never mind." I giggled at Dean. He is acting like a puppy, who isn't getting enough love.
"Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." Like we believe him.
"Mm-hm." Sam rolled his eyes at me and grabs a map.
"All right, where are we?" Nice subject changed, Sam.
"We are just outside of Grand Junction." Sam folds down the map, which is of Colorado and has a large red X labeled 35-111. Sam looked like he wasn't focusing on the map.
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." Sam said abruptly, causing Dean to sigh.
"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—" Sam cut him off in anger.
"We gotta find Dad first." Dean tired to explain it to Sam again.
"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." Sam didn't say anything back about the yellow eye demon or Stanford.
"It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us." He waved to the map. "This Blackwater Ridge." Well that was a huge chance of subject.
"What about it?" I asked as I looked over his shoulder.
"There's nothing there. It's just woods." I pointed at Dean.
"I told you!" I smirked at him.
"You said State park." He pointed out to me. I just stuck my tongue out at him. Sam puts down the map.
"Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" We drive past a National Forest sign that says, "Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forest".
"National Forest…just like a state park." I pointed this out to Dean. He give a playful growl.
"Shut up, Rose." We parked the Impala next to a sign that says " Ranger Station Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest". We walked in to the office. There was no one there so we waited.
"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam told us. He and I were looking at a 3D map of the national forest, paying particular attention to the ridge labeled "Blackwater Ridge". Dean was looking at the decorations.
"It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." I pointed to Blackwater Ridge.
"Guys, check out the size of this freaking bear." We look over. Dean is looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. We stand next to Dean.
"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." I laughed a little.
"You kids aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" We wiped around looking the Ranger who just scared the hell out of us.
"Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam said as he laughs a little. Dean grins and raises a fist.
"Recycle, man." I face palmed, shacking my head.
"Dumbass."
"Bull." Even the Ranger didn't believe it. Sam's eyes flick to Dean, who doesn't move. "You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" Dean looks like he considers it.
"Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger—" He started to move towards the ranger and checked his name tag. "Wilkinson." Dean ended with a smile.
"Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" We shake our heads. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine." The Ranger walked behind the desk, looking at us.
"We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean wanted to keep the conversation going.
"That is putting it mildly." The ranger sighed. I bet she been causing trouble for the poor man.
"Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." The Ranger eyes Dean, Dean raises his eyebrows. The Ranger looked at Sam and I, then sighed. He pulled out a piece of paper and started to copy it.
"I shouldn't really be doing this…but maybe it will help, Haley. And keep her off my back." The Ranger, with copied permit in hand, looked at Dean, then handed it to him. I don't think he meant for anyone to hear the last thing he said, but I heard.
"Thank you, Sir." I smiled at the Ranger, as we started to leave. "Have a nice day, Sir." He smiled at me and waved.
"You too young lady." We were leave the ranger station, Dean was holding a piece of paper and laughing. Sam turned on him.
"What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Dean looked at his younger brother with a innocent face.
"What do you mean?" I rolled my eyes at Dean.
"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" I pointed my thrum to Sam.
"I kind of agree Sammy." Sam just glared at me. Dean looked at me in shock. They stopped on opposite sides of the Impala, in the front. I was on Sam's side in the back.
"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" There was a pause.
"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time. Since when is Dean all lets check it out before just running in a shooting?
"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?" Dean asked him.
"Since now." Sam said as he got in the car.
"I always have been." I shrugged my shoulders and got in after Sam. I could still hear Dean.
"Really?"
We were standing at the door to Haley's house. The door opens to reveal a young woman. Around my age. She was pretty. Long brown hair, brown eyes. "You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and Rose we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy." Haley seemed hesitate. I would be too.
"Lemme see some ID." Dean pulls out a fake ID with the name 'Samuel Cole' and holds it up against the screen. Haley looks at it, then at Dean, who smiles. She opens the door more. "Come on in."
"Thanks." Haley catches sight of the Impala. She pointed it out.
"That yours?" Dean looks back at the Impala. He got a big ass grin of his face.
"Yeah." Dean sounded so proud of the car. Sam and I are looking back at the Impala. I would be acting the same way if that was my car. It was a really nice car.
"Nice car." Haley turns and leads us into the kitchen, where a teenage boy was sitting at the table on a laptop. Dean turns his head to mouth something to Sam, who rolls his eyes.
"So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked, getting right to the point. Haley came back into the room with a bowl, she places on the table.
"He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now." Well he was in the middle on no where. Sometimes that shit doesn't work out there. I know I have tried to call in the middle of fucking no where and have no single. Had to walk a mile and a half with a broken wrist and sprained ankle. Stupid human hunting crazy insane rednecks.
"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception." Sam was thinking the same thing.
"He's got a satellite phone, too." Well damn. It seemed like these kids were really close for siblings.
"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean asked them. I don't think that's it.
"He wouldn't do that." The teenage boy raised his voice a bit at Dean. Dean eyes him, as the kid looked away. Haley puts more food on the table, as she looks at her younger brother.
"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." I knew it. These three are like Dean and Sam. I wish I could have the with my half brother, AJ.
"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" I asked her, in a more gentle voice then the boys. She give me light smile.
"Yeah." Haley pulls out a her laptop. She turns it on and, Haley pulls up pictures. "That's Tommy." It was a picture of an older guy. He had lighter hair then his sister and little brother. Haley clicks twice and another picture comes up, then the still frame opening the latest video. She played it.
"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." As the little video play I had spot a shadow flicking past. Sam looked at me as I took a close look at the laptop.
"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." Sam and I looked at Dean. We are?
"Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself." I could understand. I am sure the boys do to. Because no matter
"I think I know how you feel." Dean looked at Sam, from the coroner of his eyes. I looked at Haley.
"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"Sure." I give her my email address.
By now we were hanging out in a bar. Sam and Dean had beers, I was drinking a Coke. Someone breaks a game of pool. A waitress goes past carrying beer. Sam, Dean and I were sitting down at a table, far away from people.
"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." I told the boys as I took a drink of my coke.
"Any before that?" Dean asked me. Sam pulls out newspaper articles to show Dean.
"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." Sam explained. The headline that DEAN was reading was from The Lost Creek Gazette. I pulled out my laptop and place it on the table.
"And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936." I told Dean as I open my laptop, which already has a window open to Tommy's video. "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out." I pulled up the video and goes through three frames of the video one at a time. A shadow crosses the screen. Sam leaned in closer a bit. I knew he saw it.
"Do it again." I repeat the frames. "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." Dean then hits Sam, making Sam look up at his older brother.
"Told you something weird was going on." Sam and I rolled our eyes.
"Yeah." Sam says as he closes my laptop.
"I got one more thing." I hand over another newspaper article to them. "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive." Sam and Dean look at The Lost Creek Gazette. Dean looks up at me.
"Is there a name?" He asked.
"I have an address." Sam and Dean looked at each other then me again. "I'm use to just getting the info and working on it on my own." I took the last drink of my coke as we all got up.
We walked up the steps to Shaw's house. Dean knocks on the door. "Hello?" The door opens to an older man.
"Yes, Hi. We are with the park Rangers. We would like to ask you some questions." Sam spoke. Shaw moved a side and let us in. As we walked in to the living room, Shaw took a sit.
"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—" Sam interrupts Shaw.
"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out of his mouth, and nods.
"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean asked this time. I really hate then they get forceful on some people…but I also know, that some times it needed. There was a pause. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Dean add another quition to it all. There was still a pause from the old man. I pushed past the boys and got eye leaved with Shaw.
"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." Shaw just shook his head.
"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make." He took a deep breath and sucked deeper into his chair. "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did." I sit down across from Shaw.
"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" Shaw pauses again, then speaks.
"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard." You could tell it was hard for him to talk about it.
"It came at night?" Sam asked as he laid a hand on my shoulder. Shaw nods. "Got inside your tent?" Shaw looked at Sam with fear in his eyes.
"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming." I really hope he didn't hear his parents get killed.
"It killed them?" Sam asked him again. Sam took a sit next to me, as Dean stood behind me.
"Dragged them off into the night." Shaw starts to light shake his head. "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since." There was another pause, before Shaw's hands go to his collar. "Did leave me this, though." Shaw opens his collar to reveal three long scars. Claw marks. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon." I looked at the boys.
Dean, Sam, and I were walking in the motel hallway. "Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." We were still trying to figure this shit out.
"So it's probably something else, something corporeal." Dean looked at Sam in shock.
"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor." Dean smirked at his own little joke.
"Shut up. So what do you think?" Sam asked us, as he unlocked the door.
"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal." He set the bags he was holding down. "Which means we can kill it." I was thinking about it.
"Could be something else."
After we got the room done. We went back to the Impala and start setting up for tomorrow. Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun. He starts to put some guns in a duffel bag. Sam leans in.
"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there." I looked up at Sam.
"Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" I looked at back in the trunk. Seeing what else we could use.
"Yeah." We looked back up at Sam. Was he joking. The number one rule of this life, is don't tell anyone.
"Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean made a pointed there is no way that she is just not going to look for her brother. I would be doing the same thing if I was her. Dean picks up the duffle. I say that he only grabbed guns and blades. He should have grabbed something that could light the fucker on fire. What if it isn't a Skinwalker or black dog?
"Finding Dad's not enough?" Sam slams the weapons box shut, then the trunk, scaring me out of my thinking. "Now we gotta babysit too?" Dean and I just stared at Sam. "What?" Sam asked us in a pissed off voice. Hey I didn't so shit asshole. Don't take it out on me.
"Nothing." That's all Dean said as he throws the duffle bag at Sam and walks off. Sam stares after him.
"I get that you're pissed that Dean won't tell her that she can't go out and we have to watch her…but don't take your anger out of me." I follow after Dean, pissed at Sam.