Back in Black

Chapter 6

Dean and Sam were on a hunt. A bulletin from the magical community in Colorado reported that a wendigo would soon become active, so they had offered to go and kill it.

It was so much easier to be a hunter when you could make money selling the things you killed to the magicals. And Wendigos were such a pain in the ass to deal with that the Ministry paid a hefty bounty for a confirmed kill.

So they had gone deep into the Colorado wilderness with Bear acting as their guard dog. Though Sam was mystified as to why Dean had bought ten of those re-fried burritos at the gas station. He could normally only eat one or two before his stomach started complaining.

All he said was that it was the key ingredients to the world's worst dung-bomb, and that was it.

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"Mort, are there any other survivors?" Dean asked out loud for Sam's benefit. The others looked at him as if he were crazy, but Sam knew he wasn't.

"Just the wendigo's left in here. Good. Then I won't feel too guilty about letting a Bear Bomb on this bastard," said Dean.

"What is a 'Bear Bomb'?" asked Sam in open confusion.

"Just tell me when we're close enough to the open air so I can get it started. Bear can guard the entrance until it goes off," said Dean cryptically.

The wendigo was very, very careful around Bear for some reason. The one time it got too close to Bear, the dog had ripped it's arm off. Hence why the civilians were sticking close to the dog and not the hunters.

Once they saw open daylight, Dean sent Sam on ahead with the civilians and then leaned down to face his dog.

"Hey Bear, look what I got. Your favorite treat!" said Dean evilly.

Suddenly Sam had a foreboding feeling as to what a Bear Bomb was. And why Dean had brought those burritos along without eating any.

Bear guarded the entrance that lead to the survivors, who were sticking around mostly out of a desire to see this thing dead. For five minutes, he kept the wendigo in the mine until he got an odd expression on his furry face.

Then he started doing a dance Sam half-recognized as his warning sign to them that he needed to go out and do his business, only some of the movements were wrong.

"Go get 'em Bear!" said Dean. Bear took off towards the mine, and was a good five feet inside when he let loose the most massive wet fart Sam had ever heard in his life.

The others stared at Dean in disbelief. Until they heard the thump. Looking inside (and gagging at the worst smell they had ever encountered) they found an unconscious thing inside out cold from the stench.

Bear sat close to the thing wagging his tail. Only Dean could get close enough to set the thing on fire, but not before cutting off a few more limbs to show proof of kill.

When he got out into the fresh air he removed his gas mask.

At least Sam now had a reason for why Dean had brought one.

"What was that about?"

"That...was a Bear Bomb. Found out by accident a day after he was released from the vet's office that Bear and burritos do not mix, especially when you don't have a gas mask handy. He seems to love the things, but the smell tends to linger...and I might have been banned from the motel I had been staying in that night...good thing I was able to make a fast getaway before that old hag came in to clean."

Actually she came to snoop, but ended up running headfirst into the noxious cloud. Dean later picked up a paper about a meth lab at the room he had been staying in that had gone off, making the room unusable...until the smell finally went away.