Loving S11. Very reminiscent of S1! Also, I'm simultaneously working on this story and another potential multi chapter. The other I'm working on is set in the earlier seasons, not sure which.
Also,working on a Pre-Series Dean solo story. Keep your eyes open for those soon :)

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The next day was spent in the motel room doing research - although Sam opted for the picnic table on the side of the building. It was early Spring after all. It was about 3pm when Dean came strolling up and sat opposite him on the bench.
Folding up the newspaper and shuffling some books aside, Sam watched his brother a moment before saying anything.
They were both quiet. Sam saw that on Dean's pale face there was a light reddish bruise where he had hit him.
"You been up a while?" Dean asked,his tone light. Sam knew that he was embarassed about what happened in the early morning hours. He would have to tread carefully...
Brushing fingers through his hair,Sam cleared his throat, "Too wired. Grabbed a newspaper and large joe and been researching since. "
"Anything interesting?"
"I mean,nothing that we don't already know. But, honestly? There's legends about Bigfoot in every culture,so there's actually too much lore to actually find anything definitive."

Dean shifted,seeming uncomfortable, "and the people who went missing? any more info on them?"
Sam sighed,lifting a shoulder,"It's like you said. No pattern. Just took hikes into the woods, never came back. I called the sherrif,gotta meet her tomorrow,but what she mentioned was really run of the mill missing person stuff. " looking at his older brother, Sam faultered a moment. Dean looked doubtful. Or maybe it was disappointment?
"What?"
"You still think that this is a stupid idea. This case." Dean said flatly.
"No, Dean I-"
"Bigfoot or not,there are people missing here Sam and just maybe we could lend a hand and help find them." Anger lined Dean's tone, his jaw clenched. Before Sam could say anything, Dean had gotten up from the bench and strode back to the hotel room, slamming the door.

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Dean paced the room, hands scrubbing over his face. He felt anxious, but more so than usual. Angry, he felt anger too. Logically though, he had no reason to be.
What happened last night? What even was going on with him? As soon as he got to this town, he felt ..just off. Sitting down on the bed,Dean stared off in thought. He was confused, head in a fog. He had called the doc a couple days back,asking about any residual symptoms from the overdose. She had said his body is strong and would recovery fairly quickly, immune system low, but the recovery time should onlybe a few days.
It had been almost 3 weeks since Sam got shot in that cabin. Standing up and pacing again, Dean felt confined. Trapped. He needed to escape...

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Sam looked up when he heard the hotel door open and slam shut again. Dean was walking quickly down the side walk toward town. Quickly gathering up his laptop and newspapers, Sam hurried and threw it all in the car before jogging to catch up with Dean.
"Town is almost 3 miles away..."
No response. Clearing his throat,brows furrowed, " I found something that might tie the victims together." Sam glanced at Dean. "They all thought Picard was the better captain on Star Trek."
"I'm listening Sam." Dean gruffed out, coming to a stop at a bridge that wentover afast running stream. Raising his eyes to meet Sam's, "I just needed to get out of that room..." he glanced down at his feet,breathing hard, but it wasn't cause of the walk.
Sam reached out and grabbed Dean's shoulder, "You gotta calm down,D-"
"I can't Sam! Ever since we rolled in..I just," Dean shook free from Sam and turned to look at the stream. There was a few minutes of just the running stream and the few cars that went by.

"Maybe," Sam started quietly, "Maybe you should leave." That caused Dean to turn around and look at Sam increduously. Sam raised his hands, "Not for the whole time, just for now. Just while we're st-"
"Forget it Sam."
"Dean-"
"Sam, if it's not this, it's me not being able to handle Amara. I ain't leavin'."
Sam pursed his lips and his shoulders sagged. Dean's unsaid words were heavy. Dean felt useless. Helpless even.
"Okay. But Dean. " Sam used his serious tone, " If this, whatever this is thats going on, if it gets worse, I'm pulling the plug and you're out. Okay?"
Silence.
"Dean-"
"Okay,okay. I got it. "
"I'm serious."
"I said I got it. "
Dean began to walk toward town again. Sam sighed, "What are you doing?"
Barking over his shoulder,Dean kept walking,"Grabbing a drink. Alone."
Dean was nearly out of shouting range when Sam called out to him, "KEEP YOUR PHONE ON!".
With no choice but to give his brother space,Sam walked back to the hotel room to set up meetings with the missings spouses/loved ones and the sherrif.