𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

008

We drive up to the forest trail bright and early the next day. I managed to avoid Sam and Dean by getting my own motel room.

I'm still pissed at Sam and I can tell he is feeling the same. I didn't care though, I wasn't about to sit in the motel all day while they went and found John. It's the whole reason I came along in the first place.

I see Hailey with her brother when we get to the trail. An older man was standing next to her with a rifle and I figured that was the guide she was talking about yesterday. After parking his car, Dean steps out.

"You guys got room for three more?" He asks, raising his arms up. I slowly set my foot on the dirt before getting out of the Impala with a smirk, seeing their disapproving facial expressions.

"Wait, you wanna come with us?" Hailey asks instead. She looks the three of us up and down so I do the same back as I cross my arms, closing the car door with my hip.

"Who are these guys?" The guide asks, eyeing me as I move to stand next to Dean.

"Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Hailey sarcastically answers, looking back at the guide.

"And we're all you'll need." I reply smartly, jutting out my hip once I stopped next to Dean.

"You're rangers?" He asks us. Sam just ignores him and walks ahead. I watch him walk away without even sparing me a glance. I frown slightly. He is the one who is supposed to crack first, but it seems like it's starting to be the other way around.

"That's right." Dean answers. Dean looks at me, but I'm still watching Sam sadly.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" My gaze snaps to Hailey.

"Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean smirks and I snort. We walk past the two and walk towards Sam.

"I tried to tell him." I call out over my shoulder with a laugh. And I did, when I saw what he was wearing back at the motel.

I actually put on hiking clothes. A pair of some black shorts with a red tank top. My black denim jacket was tied around my waist.

"Oh, you think this is funny? It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt." The guide says. We stop our walk, turning back to them.

"Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be." Dean says seriously.

"We're here to help them find their brother. Just let us do our job." I tell the guide sternly before walking off.

After everyone got over their shock at my comment, and finished grabbing their gear, they caught up to me. Roy, the guide, whose name I learned about 15 minutes into the hike, made sure to walk ahead of me and take the lead.

I wanted to trip him multiple times, just to get a thrill, because I came to learn very quickly how much of an ass he is. Worse than Dean, which is saying something.

We filed down to a line. Roy, Dean, Hailey, me, Hailey's brother whose name I learned was Ben, and Sam. What Sam said was still bugging me, especially now since I'm between Dean and Sam along with the other two, like we're in some damn kindergartner safety line. Every time I tried to step out of it, Dean pushed me back.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean speaks up.

"Yeah, more than a little." Roy answers plainly, more focused on searching the area, not caring for conversation. But Dean doesn't really seem to care, or notice, because he continues.