The car was quiet; the only sounds being heard were that of their own heavy breathing, and the growl of the '67 Impala purring to life. Closing the doors in sync the two brothers drive off of the sight, and to the nearest motel.
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"What the hell was that thing?" Sam groaned out as he let his duffle drop to the floor with a thud.
"It's a werewolf, Sam." Dean winced as he leaned one arm against the bathroom sink, the other searching through a medical kit.
Pulling out a needle he began to stitch his arm up, there was no time for numbing, plus he's been through a lot more. But, that doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a son of a bitch. Biting his lip he tied the end, and threw the needle back in the case, and onto the counter.
Neither of the Winchester brothers were expecting the see the cause of the vicious mauling this early in the case. All they were there to do was check out the scene, and look for clues but, apparently the clue came to them.
"I guess there's no research needed then since we already know what the thing is now." Dean said, tossing a wet towel to Sam to clean up.
"I wouldn't say that." Sam said, wiping the blood from his nose, and mouth.
Dean's head snapped up.
"What do you mean?" he asked urgently.
"I would look at the death records. Maybe there's a pattern to it, and we need to examine the way it's done its work." he said pulling out his laptop.
"I've found some of them but, there are recent ones that haven't been released yet. I think we should stop by the morgue, pick up some files, talk to the people who saw them last, and maybe we can pin point it's next target." he said turning his laptop towards his older brother.
"Look at these older maulings. They always go in this certain order, and when I zoom out...You can see that it reveals an even bigger pattern."
Letting out a grunt, Dean laid back on his bed.
"We'll get an early start tomorrow. We'll head to the library, and then the morgue to see what we can scrounge up but, for now I need some sleep." he groans, turning away from his brother.
Sam nods, not caring if, Dean couldn't see it. Shutting his laptop he sets it on the night table, and shuts off the lamp.
He wanted to catch this bastard.
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Pushing open the large doors the two Winchesters' walk up to the counter, holding out their fake ID's.
"We were called to pick up files on the recent findings of the bear attacks by Dr. Jenkins." Sam says as he slips his card back into his pocket.
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To Hunt or Be Hunted
Fanfiction"You know, Sammy, you really need to get laid soon because I can't handle anymore of this...whatever this is." Dean says as he searches the house, tossing papers around aimlessly. "Dude, why are you always pestering me about it. All a girl has to do...
