Any readers/viewers from Maine and or New England?
I'm going to try to wrap this story up with 2 to 4 more chapters. ..
this chapter is a little shorter!
Any post episodic story requests are welcome!
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Sam had grilled the families/loved ones of the 'missing' and one thing that tied them together nearly threw him. It wasn't really fear or ...he didn't know what the hell he was feeling, but it wasn't good. After sitting in the Sheriff's parking lot, he drove back to the hotel and to Dean.
Entering the hotel room quietly as he could,Sam was really suprised to see his brother walking around - albeit slowly. He could smell the cheap hotel shampoo and the steam on the sink mirror outside the bathroom.
"Hey. You're up." Sam said, loosening up his tie on his fed suit,shutting the door behind him with his foot.
"I smelled like puke,which made me feel like puking and-" Dean was saying while drying his hair.
"and..I don't wanna clean that up again. So thanks." Sam replied, grinning, sitting at the table near the window, watching his brother.
"Before you ask, I'm okay. Just blah."
"Blah?"
"Yes, Sam. Blah. "
"Okay..." Sam said, nodding as he watched Dean pull a hoodie on and flop on the bed.
"Okay."
"So get this," Sam,leaned back into the chair, " The victims- or missing, their loved ones all said they um, they said that at random times, thy would just stare into the woods..."
The brothers looked at eachother a moment before Dean sighed heavily, "Awesome."
Sam snorted, shaking his head, "You're telling me. The closest thing that I can really come up with is a Strigoi."
"Is that some kinda pasta?"
Pausing, Sam shook his head. "No. In Romanian mythology, strigoi are the evil souls of the dead rising from the tombs that transform into an animal or phantomatic apparition during the night to haunt the countryside, troubling whoever it encounters."
Obviously digesting this, Dean was quiet so Sam kept on.
"But what I don't get is why the Strigoi is here in Jackman. "
"So, we're gonna go into the woods and find this piece of pasta?"
"You're not. I am."
"Shut up. You're not gonna go out there alone."
"Oh yeah? This thing has clearly got its sights on you,Dean-"
"So? I'm not letting you-"
"Dean! How are you going to have my back if you're trancing out like you were before?"
That shut Dean up. Real quickly.
"Listen, I'll go in only for a few hours." Sam said quietly, hoping that this compromise will appease his brother.
"What am I supposed to do while you're out there?"
Sam opened his mouth to speak and then shut it. He was going to suggest Dean rest, but if the situation was reversed, rest would be low low low on the list.
"Maybe head down to the sheriff's office-"
"Thought you already talked to her?"
"There could be more updates."
Dean grunted and surprisingly said, "I think I'll just wait here."
Sam eyed him suspiciously but didn't argue. If Dean wanted to hole up and do whatever, then good. At least he thought it was good.
"It's 2:30. I'm gonna gear up and head out there."
Sam moved toward the bathroom, grabbing some more appropriate hiking attire as he went.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Dean slumped a little now that Sam's eyes weren't on him. He ached to the bone. Head swimmy. Coffee. Many cups of it.
Sam hauled the back pack over his shoulder and opened the front door.
"Where are you starting?" Dean asked, tone tight.
"Uh, I saw on the foot trails map that there's a trail that starts just up the road and loops around to the other side of town." Sam nodded, hoping he came off sounding confident.
"What time you coming back?"
"It's just 3, so...6?"
"Okay. You have what you need? Do you even know how to kill it?"
"Yeah, read some stuff. Dean, I got this."
"Alright."
Sam moved to head out the door into the spring-y cool day and he was clear of the parking lot, when he heard the hotel door close and then open again.
Shaking his head as he heard Dean shout, "Call me every half hour!" Sam turned and waved at Dean to say he heard him. Turning back again to head to the trail, Sam grinned a little. It was a beautiful day, honestly. Something though, something told him that he was heading in the right direction for this case. A case a little too close to home now.
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Can't have a good story with out a little Sam whump too right? Stay tuned... ;)