So in this chapter you'll meet an OC. BUT, I swear there'll be no romantic connections to the boys beyond a little chemistry and flirtation. JUST LIKE IN THE SHOW.
Thanks for keeping up with this story so far, even with the mistakes/edits.

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Sam waited patiently at the Sheriff's Office. He actually wanted to check on Dean more than this though. But he had to trust Dean to come to him...when he was ready.

Sighing, Sam adjusted in his seat wondering hw much longer he wanted to wait. He stood and began looking around the small office. It was much like any other sheriff's office. Bland, boring.

"Agent King?Hi,Sheriff O'Halleron. Sorry about the wait."
Sam shook his head, smiling a little. "It's no problem, Sheriff."
"The clinic kept me a lot long than expected."
"Clinic?"
This conversation was just as dull as the office. He wished he was more interested in knowing this beautiful sheriff.

"In a place like this? Double duty is pretty common. So, like I mentioned over the phone briefly. The three missing, literally disappeared. Friends and family seemed to know about the trips up to the mountains, nothing out of the ordinary. "

"Does this happen a lot? People just up and disappearing?"
The Sheriif lifted a shoulder, "More often than not."
Sam brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean, Sheriff?"

" Agent King, this is Maine. We um, have our fair share or legends and myths. It only takes one person to say that they saw Bigfoot.."

Arching a brow now,Sam grinned. "Do you believe in Bigfoot Sheriff?"

The Sheriff's laugh was contagious. Sam really had to discipline himself not to chuckle a long.
"I believe in a lot of things, Agent King. But, Bigfoot? That's not one of them."

After throwing the files of the missing into the impala, Sam looked around the town. Fairly typical for this population size. A post office, a few fast food joints, mom and pop stores. 3 bars. Sam was ready to look in all 3 for Dean, but didn't have to even start. He flinched as a chair flew threw one of the windows of the bar ajacent to where he was parked.

Bursting through the door, Sam quickly scanned the chaos. A bar brawl and Dean? Was smack in the middle of it. But by the looks of it, Sam hoped he was the instigator. Rushing forward, Sam used his credentials to hopefully sway the fight to stop,but the bar tender - a heavily tattooed Army Vet by the looks of his ink, raised a shot gun and shot off a round.
"You wanna do that crap,get the hell outta my bar!"
A bouncer grabbed a scrawny guy by the scruff of his shirt and hauled him outside,leaving 2 of the other guys and Dean behind. The two others looked worse for wear, but left voluntarily. Sam and Dean caught each others eye. Dean shook his head,pointing his chin out side. Sam exhaled deeply, getting the hint. He relunctantly left too, wandering back across the street. Dean's gestures meant that they should keep apart for the time being. A moment later,Sam got a text.
''Meet you at the hotel in 10.'' from Dean.
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Out of his Fed get up, Sam paced the room, scrubbing a hand over his face. It bothered him he couldn't check to see if Dean was okay. Finally after what seemed forever,the door (which was left slightly ajar) creaked open.
"Dean! What the hell?" Sam moved quickly to his brothers side, casing him up and down. Dean sported a busted lip,some heavily bruised knuckles and a blooming black eye.
"m'good. m'fine,Sam. " Dean shook his head, eyes closed a moment before going to the mini fridge and grabbed a cold beer and rested it to his eye.
"Did you .." Sam was breathing hard, surprised to feel actually a little nervous.
"No. I didn't start the fight. "
Sam pursed his lips, brows raised, looking at Dean's bruised knuckles.
"Look, I don't even know how it started,or why."
"So,you thought,hey,I want in on this? Dean!"
Dean shrugged a shoulder, unable to formulate an excuse than was believible.
Sam huffed, shaking his head. "Did-Did you at least find anything out from the -"
"Despite what you think, I can actually do my job and drink at the same time, Sam."
They stood, staring at each other. They both knew and felt them slowly sliding back to the mistrust, the doubt. A place they were trying not to go again.

"The sheriff say anything?" Dean finally said after a time, sitting back on the bed.
Sam cleared his throat,"No,she didn't really. Not much more than we alredy know. "
"So, field research?"
"Yep."
"In the woods?"
"Yeah..."
"Again.."
Sam sighed slowly,nodded,a phantom twinge in his left side making him flinch, "Yeah. Again. "
"Awesome."