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Chapter 2

Dean Winchester bit back the urge to shudder as the cold winter air assaulted his face without mercy as he stood with a loaded shotgun in his gloved hands.

Even with his heavy winter jacket, Dean felt the cold seep into him and that did not make him a very happy camper.

" Geez, couldn't this mangy black mutt pick some place warmer?" Asked Dean through slightly chattering teeth.

He was expecting a sassy quip or at the very least, an annoyed eye roll from Sam who stood beside him with a silver revolver in his hand but, all Dean received was icy silence that could have very well rivaled the near arctic weather.

Sam didn't even spare him a glance, his face remained a blank mask as he stared ahead, absolutely refusing to give Dean the time of day.

Dean shrugged away the snub, if Sammy wanted to be all bitchy and silent and totally miss out on the awesomeness that was a conversation with his fabulous big brother well then, it was his loss.

The two boys waited in silence until their father joined them and promptly began giving out orders.

" Alright boys listen up, the both of you are gonna head left on that path while I head right and we are gonna circle inward. That Black dog's holed up in a clearing in there somewhere. We are gonna surround it." Said John, his breath rising in smoky plumes from his lips and disintegrating into the frosty air as he pointed out the path he wanted his sons to head.

" Yes sir." Said Dean automatically, signaling that the order was received.

Sam remained muted and merely nodded without looking at his father.

" Did you hear me Sam?" Asked John, a warning in his tone.

" Yes sir." Mumbled Sam, still not bringing his eyes to look at his father.

John felt annoyance at his youngest son's petulance but shrugged it off.

" Good, now move it the both of you." Ordered John sharply before he turned and headed off down the opposite path.

Dean and Sam watched their father's retreating form for a few seconds before they headed off down the ordered path, side by side.

After about a good ten minutes of walking with their weapons held close, Dean just couldn't take the silence any longer.

" C'mon Sammy, don't be such a bitch about the fact that you couldn't go and prance around on stage tonight."

For the better part of forever, there was only cold silence and then Sam spoke his first complete sentence in a whole day.

" Screw you Dean, and it's Sam." Grumbled Sam quietly as he gave Dean a glare, feeling the dull ache in his fragile heart return as Dean unwittingly pulled at the flimsy scabs Sam had desperately placed over the bleeding wound that was still fresh over it.

Dean was instantly incensed by his baby brother's glare and rotten attitude and like his father the night before, he let his temper cloud his use of words.

" Well fine then, be all bitchy, but Dad is right, this hunt is way more important, people's lives are way more important than some stupid school play that doesn't mean jack, You're just being a selfish little freak!" Growled Dean before he stomped off down the path leaving Sam in his wake.

Dean didn't see how Sam came to a dead halt and stared at his retreating back with wide, hurt filled eyes. He didn't see the way his baby brother's jaw trembled or how his head bowed so low to hide how his eyes were welling with bitter tears.

As he stood there, Sam felt his entire world crumble around him.

It was one thing for his father to say something like that but this had been Dean, Dean his big brother, the guy who'd said that he'd always be on his side.

Dean thought he was a selfish little freak.

Dean thought that about him.

A new crack jaggedly carved itself into Sam's heart, a raw pain erupted and spread through his entire being from this devastating blow.

Sam wanted nothing more than to drop his gun, run back to the car, and collapse into despair.

But then he remembered the vow he had made to himself the night before.

To never cry again.

With a deep breath, Sam clenched his jaw hard enough to hurt and bit his lip to keep his face straight.

Fighting tooth and nail, Sam once again battled back the tears that were incinerating his eye balls.

With a small cough, Sam felt the anguish and heartache within him fade away, being replace by a raw, unbridled rage.

With his teeth grinding together in absolute fury, Sam jogged lightly to catch up with his brother.

From where he walked, Dean found himself feeling guilty beyond words for what he's just said to his baby brother.

He'd been so annoyed and fed up with the way his brother and his father were at each other's throats that he'd let his frustration and anger cloud his better judgment.

He knew that his Sammy wasn't selfish and he wasn't a freak either.

Now Dean was feeling like biggest heel on the face of the planet.

He'd have to apologize and make it up to the kid after this hunt was over.

As stealthily as he could, Dean glanced at Sam and found himself feeling worse as he eyed the way Sam look angry and miserable at the same time, it was written all over his face.

And he was responsible for putting that look on Sam's face.

" I'm sorry Sammy." Thought Dean as the two of them keep moving deeper and deeper into the woods, getting closer and closer to the Black Dog they were hunting.

Then, they both spotted the clearing up ahead and immediately became alert to the dangerous situation they were walking into.

The two brothers snuck up to the mouth of the clearing, being careful to be as quiet as possible as they crouched behind a tree and some bushes.

The both of them instantly noticed the hole in the dirt.

The Black Dog's den.

Dean looked over at the other side of the clearing and spotted his father before the oldest Winchester was ducking away into a hiding place of his own.

Now, the three of them would have to wait and see if their quarry would make an appearance.

With each passing minute, Sam felt the molten hot rage inside of him bubble and boil to the point where his hands were beginning to tremble.

Dean eyed this and wrote it off as simply Sam being cold, it was like being inside a freezer after all.

They waited for what seemed hours in the cold with only the sounds of the night and the cold, biting wind.

Then, a loud growling filled the air and all three humans tensed and held their breathes as they waited.

Three pairs of eyes stayed focused solely on the hole in the ground, where the growl had emminated from.

The three Winchesters watched as something began moving inside the hole and then a large and long, snarling muzzle peeked out of the darkness.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Sam's body, adding more fuel to an already volcanic level of rage.

All other emotions were ground into dust and scattered to the winds, all Sam wanted to do was to riddle this sorry ass dog full of as many bullets from his gun as he could.

He'd show his father and his brother how efficient at wasting evil things he was.

The black dog emerged from the hole, growling low with it's white, jagged teeth bared and swimming in filmy drool. The beast was shaggy and boney, looking emmaciated despite the fact that it had chomped down on several unfortunate humans during the last few weeks.

The three hunters waited for the dog to take a few steps away from the hole, also hoping that the thing wouldn't catch their sents.

They watched the dog slowly step out and sniff about, all the while looking hungry and pissed.

Then, a sudden gust of wind blew through the area, carrying with it the sent of human straight to the nose of the hungry Black dog.

The beast roared and turned sunken red eyes in the direction of where the boys were crouched.

" SHOOT IT NOW!!!" Screamed John as he shot out of his hiding place with his shotgun ready, he let off a shot but the beast was wicked fast, it dodged the attack at lightening fast speed before with another roar, it lunged at the oldest Winchester.

" DAD LOOK OUT!!!" Screamed Dean, running out of his hiding spot with Sam right behind him as he watched the Black dog jump at his father, ready to sink his claws into the oldest Winchester and make dinner out of him.

John barely got out of the way in time as the Dog came crashing down on where he'd been standing.

Dean was the next to fire off a shot but this too was dodged by the Dog as with a loud howl, it circled its would be hunters.

They watched the dog as it circled and debated on which human it would go after first.

Then the thing was moving and lightening fast speed, hurtling straight at Dean.

Dean raised his gun, ready to shoot when the thing veered to the side at the last second, plowing straight into John and latching onto his jacket.

" GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" John's scream echoed through the air as he was viscously thrown into the air.

" DAD NO!!!" Screamed Dean as he watched in horror as his father went sailing through the air.

John Winchester flew through the air for a good few seconds before he smashed into a tree and fell to the ground in an unconscious heap.

Then the thing turned with a loud roar, this time barreling at Dean.

The older Winchester boy fired his shotgun again, feeling triumph when his shot hit the Dog square in the shoulder.

But the joy was quickly killed because the shot did nothing to stop the enrage animal as he plowed straight into Dean, sending another Winchester sailing through the air with a powerful head-butt.

" AHHH!!!" Screamed Dean as he flew through the air, gravity took hold and sent him crashing into the ground head first.

The second before he landed and was knocked unconscious like his father before him, Dean had one single through his head.

" SAMMY, OH GOD SAMMY RUN!!!!"