"There he is!" Dean said excitingly. "Oh, he's a big boy."
"You say that everytime," Seth said.
"No one gets a hard-on by seeing a bigfoot except for Dean," Roman teased.
"Give me a break," Dean chuckled. "Bigfoot is the reason I got into this line of work. I was hoping one day to see one. I wasn't expecting to see more than that, and here we are with bigfoot number eight. For some reason they keep stumbling into these areas."
"Luckily the outside world always thinks it's a hoax. Even with how good camera phones have become nowadays, people will tear the evidence apart and point out flaws. We don't have to do anything but remove the big boy," Seth said.
Roman loaded the tranquilizer gun and held it towards Dean.
"Do you wanna do it again?" Roman asked.
"Always," Dean answered. "These big boys need to be treated with as much respect as we can. I know how to hit him without him feeling too much pain."
"He'll be scared no matter what," Roman said.
"I know," Dean said.
Dean held up the tranquilizer gun, took aim, and fired. Bigfoot let out a loud roar and took a few steps before falling to the ground.
"Let's get him before anyone sees him and tries to get close," Seth said.
They jumped into the jeep and drove to where bigfoot had fallen. Roman and Dean quickly jumped out and secured chains around bigfoot's ankles. They jumped back into the jeep and Seth started driving back to the forest with bigfoot being dragged after the jeep. They went as far in as they dared without getting too close to where others of his species would be. They jumped back out of the jeep and removed the chains.
"He'll wake up in about half an hour," Dean said.
"Are you alright?" Roman asked.
"Yeah," Dean smiled. "I'm alright, Roman. I just have a thing for them that I can't explain. They're not evil creatures. They just want to live in peace and survive like the rest of us."
"They're misunderstood," Seth said.
"Exactly," Dean said.
"Alright, say goodbye to your favorite furry friend," Roman said.
Dean gave Roman a look, and Roman patted Dean's shoulder and gave him a cheeky smile.
"You know I'm messing with you," Roman said.
"I know," Dean said. "I just wish the world understood."
"I wish the world could see things the way you're seeing them," Roman said. "You might talk a lot of trash and not always get your opinion across the right way but I don't know anyone with a heart like yours. You're fucking gold, Dean, and I'm proud to call you my friend."