Don't worry Sammy!whump fans... This chapter is mostly filler. To get the boys where I want them. Dean is still pretty messed up and sickish. whump!limp!Boys to come...

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For a moment,Sam could easily forget that he was hunting some big baddie in the woods. For a moment, a split second, Sam was enjoying the hike through the woods of Maine. As he stood,for the split second, that small moment of bliss, he grinned. He could actually hear the birds sing. He could listen to them for just a moment. Closing his eyes and letting out a slow breath, Sam just listened. For just a moment. Peace.

A snap behind him broke him from this moment and he whipped around, relaxing and chuckling to himself as two chipmunks scurried around the ground.
Back to business.
He had been hiking around in a spiral formation for about 2 hours now and came up pretty empty. His breaks for water and some jerky were very brief.

"Agent King?"

Sam stopped at the foreign voice from behind him. He turned and saw the sheriff. God, she was so beautiful. If only he had the time...
"Sheriff." he nodded his head.
Grace nodded politely. She was wearing her uniform, (that was just a tad too tight in all the right places), her hair tied up in a high pony tail.

"Beautiful country side, isn't it?" she said,taking a gratuitous look around at the wooded wonderland. Sam followed her gaze and nodded again, "Yeah, wish I had time to really enjoy it."

"Ah, yeah. Work. "

"So, are you here to ..give me a sitation or?" Samsaid with a slight grin. He was beginning to sound like Dean. He should shut up now.
Grace blushed, shaking her head, "Cute, but unfortunately, I'm here patrolling. The people are disappearing, but also getting lost. I grew up here and know these trails pretty well,...others, not so much. So I take my last few hours of my shift and walk them. "

They began walking a trail that was a 5.3 mile loop to the facilities closer to the bottom of the sloping hill.

Pulling out his phone, Sam winced at the fact of having no cell service in this particlar part of the woods. Down near the tourist info station there were land lines and spotty cell service.
"Sheriff-?"
"Oh,please. Grace."
Sam grinned, "Grace,yeah..by chance do you have a sattelite phone? My associate is expecting me to call. Business related."
Grace smiled and nods, stopping and resting her pack against a tree and dug out a block of what was a sattelite phone, "Here. Bring it to me when you're done. I'll be right up around this bend."
Nodding his thanks, Sam waited as she hauled her pack back on and trekked away few hundred feet away before calling Dean.

"Hey. Sorry that I didn't call on the half-"
"I fell asleep so even if you did call, wouldn't have heard it."
"So glad you are availible to come to my rescue..."
"I feel like crap,what do you want from me."
Sam sighed, "Okay. I'm with the Sheriff-"
"The one you have the hots for?"
"Shut up. We're wandering the trails but,so far I'm not coming up with much."
"Wait..wait. You said you're with the sheriff?"
Something in Dean's voice alerted Sam. Aside from the tiredness in Dean's voice,there was also rising panic.
"Sammy. "
"Yeah?"
"Is she in ear shot?"
"What's going on?"
"I had called the sheriff's department to follow up on one of the family members."
"And?"
"The Deputy answered. Deputy Greeley. He said the Sheriff left for a long weekend with her sister. Sammy. The -"
"I got it. " Sam's voice was stiff.
"I can be there in 10."
"Don't. " Sam said,but he could already hear Dean pulling on his jacket and grabbing keys.
"I'm on my way. " Dean's tone meant business. As he shut and locked up the hotel room,he erd a female voice ring over the cell in the distance. "She with you now?"
"Hahaha, yeah yeah. This place is a real Funky Town. The sights,..whew,you should see them." Sam said the code word.

Dean squealed out of the parking lot toward the trails...

With little to go on how to kill this thing, they both hoped that with the two of them ...something would work. It had to.