The Light Through Me

Esmary's a stalker (part 1)

LOST CREEK, COLORADO, YEAR 2005.

DEAN'S POV

- Dude, check out the size of this friggin' bear. - I said to Sam, as he was looking at the model of the Lost Creek. Sam came up to me and glanced at the photography of the bear, which was like ten times bigger than the hunter standing next to the corpse of the bear.

Together with my brother, following the coordinates that our father left in his journal, we decided to visit Lost Creek. I had no idea why he wrote down these coordinates, but we had to check it out.

Sam was negative about it from the beginning. I couldn't blame him though. He was in bad shape since his girlfriend Jessica died. It has been a week since we tried to figure out what killed her. And we had nothing, beside being aware that she same thing killed our mother.

- You boys aren't planning to go out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance? - We turned around to the older guard, who just entered the room with a cup of coffee in his hand.

- Oh, no, sir. We're environmental-study majors from UC Boulder - Sam explained right away. He gave me a look, I nodded in agreement. He pointed at himself, then at me and smiled. - Just working on a paper.

- Recycle, man. - I grinned, even though I was dying from awkwardness on the inside.

- Bull. - The man quickly summed up. We looked at each other with my brother. I gulped, feeling my nervousness growing.

-bYou're friends with that Haley girl, right?

I breathed a sigh of relief quietly. I had no freaking idea who the girl was, but it would be better to pretend that we know eachother.

- Yes, yes, we are. - I nodded. And then frowned. - Ranger Wilkinson. - I read out loud the name on metal plaque, pinned to a green shirt. The man laughed. He shook his head.

- Well, I will tell you exactly what I told her. - He sighed. - Her brother filled out a
permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the 24th. - I just nodded. - So, it's not exactly a missing person, now, is it? - He spread his hands. This time I shaked my head. - Tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm sure her brother's just fine.

- We will - I assured. - That Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?

- That is putting it midly - The guard nodded his head.

- Y'know, what would help is if I could show her a copy of that permit. - I lifted the corners of my mouth, to look even more convincing. - Ya know, so she could see her brother's return date.

After a couple of minutes I left with a smug, holding a copy of the permit in hands. Sam wasn't in such a good mood as me. Our next stop was to visit this Haley girl and ask about her brother. Of course Sam was whining about why we even took this case in the first place instead of searching for dad.

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I parked the impala in front of Haley's house. I pulled the handbrake and I was about to leave the car, when my brother's voice stopped me.

- Dean, look. - He pointed with his head at the red mustang parked on the other side of the street. I was hoping that I was just imagining things. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, the vehicle was still there.

- Son of a bitch. - I cursed. I finally left my car, slamming the door quite hard. And Sam laughing about it didn't make it any better.

We walked up to the doorstep. I knocked with a force, making Sam give me a warning look. I had to get myself together. I couldn't let that witch prevent me from resolving another case.