My Big Brother Sam (SPN A.U.)

Chapter 10: Sam

I saw Dean get a beer from the bar as I rolled my eyes. He was underage but his flirtation always got the ladies to give him a drink.

"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found," I informed Dean as he sat down. He took a sip of his beer and pursed his lips together. I opened Dad's journal to a page about Blackwater Ridge.

"Anything before that?" Dean asked while looking around the bar. His eyes met a girl and he winked at her and smiled.

I got a newspaper from my pocket and placed it a little harder than needed to. Dean's eyes snapped back to the table.

"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the Same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack," I read off the newspaper and Dean also looked at it.

I got my laptop from my briefcase and also put that on our small bar table.

"And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936," I showed his articles online. His eyes squinted and he looked at my bright laptop screen.

I clicked on the email that Haley sent me of her brother. For a spilt second I could see a shadow behind him. In the tent, but I hadn't wanted to say anything to them.

"Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out," I told Dean. I played a three second clip and waited for his response.

"Do it again," he commanded me. I squinted my eyes, I was older and he was the one bossing me around.

I replayed the clip.

"That's three seconds. Whatever that thing is, it can move," I told him. He nodded in agreement and took another sip of his drink.

"I told you something weird was going on," Dean smacked my arm and I gave him a look of annoyance. He was right and I was wrong.

I closed my laptop and started to put it away.

"I got one more thing," I told Dean. He took a big swig of his beer. "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive."

He pursed his lips and looked hesitantly at the glass of beer.

"You got a name?" He asked me without looking up.

I nodded. "Also got the address."

He took a final sip of the beer and I'm surprised that he wasn't even the bit tipsy. He was a heavy weight, unlike me.

"Well let's go." Dean got up and I quickly shoved everything I had in my bag and ran out after him. "Where does he live."

I got out the map and pointed to a street that was near we were. He nodded and started up the car.

"Do we have to listen to rock?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes.

"I choose the music, it's my car," He stated nonchalantly.

"It's dad's car, Dean," I corrected him.

"The old man gave it to me," Dean scratched his head. He gave Dean a car before he ever gave me one. Talk about choosing favorites. "Stop throwing a fit, you're the one who decided to leave."

"I'm not throwing a fit!" I defended.

"Alright, Sammy," Dean snorted because it was obvious I was upset.

"Stop calling me that!" I groaned.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he spoke, "You're my big brother, why couldn't I call you it?"

"It's annoying and childish," I pursed my lips and threw my laptop in the back seat gently. I noticed there was a cooler on the floor.

"I've been doing it since we were kids, I'm not going to stop," He kept his eyes on the road.

I carefully grabbed the cooler and brought it to my lap. Dean noticed.

"Hey, that's mine," He yelled. I tried to open it but he shut it with one hand.

"Dean, pay attention to the road," I warned.

"Watch it man!" He yelled at me as I attempted to open it again.

"Dean!" I pushed his hand off the cooler and opened it quickly. Alcohol sat inside, and a cool breeze left the box. I looked up at Dean who seemed annoyed with me.

"Sam, put that back," He warned me. He was truly upset.

"What the hell is this?" I asked him.

"Put that back," He growled. He stopped the car and I looked up to see a trailer.

"We'll talk about this later," I grumbled. I got out of the car.

"Like hell we will," Dean muttered under his breath.

We walked up to the door together and knocked twice on the door. We waited and raised an eyebrow towards Dean.

"Maybe the old man isn't here," He stated. As soon as he said that the door handle started to jiggle.

A man opened the door the the RV and a god awful stench followed him. He lit a cigarette and raised a singular eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He asked us.

"I'm Sam and this is my Ranger friend Dean," I said quickly. Dean looked at me and gave the guy a smile.

"We just have some questions about what happened the night of your parents murder," Dean said quickly. Short and straight to the point.

He took a long drag from his cigarette and looked in between me and Dean, "You can call me Shaw. Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-"

"-grizzly. that's what attacked them." I informed him that we already knew the story. He nodded and flicked off the end of his cigarette.

The man took another long drag and
motioned for us to come inside.

"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean asked. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?"

A pause settled in the air and I bit my lip nervously. Did Dean know what he was dealing with?

"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it," he assured the guy.

"I seriously doubt that. Anyways I don't see what difference it would make," He sat down in a chair and pursed his lips together. "You wouldn't believe me, nobody ever did."

I sat down across from him. I was interested in hearing his story.

"Mr. Shaw what did you see?" I asked him.

"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard, Shaw answered.

"It came at night?" I asked. He nodded and I mentally made a list of things I needed to do. "Did it get inside your tent?"

"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming." Shaw acted as if it were the same night.

"It killed them?" Dean asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"Dragged them off into the night," he answered. "Why it left me alive? Been asking myself every day."

We nodded slowly.

"Did leave me this," he grumbled. He unbuttoned his shirt and showed us a gnarly scar. Three claw marks went down his neck. I looked at Dean and he looked at me.

"There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon," Shaw muttered.