Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Desert Song Chapter One
Dean had forgotten how cold a desert could turn at night. He walked across the sands, keeping his flashlight turned off. The light of the full moon was enough for him. He had dropped Sam off at the other end of the dry river bed they were following. The idea had been to trap the skin walker between them. This one was taking on the form of a mountain lion. Both the rifle and handgun he carried were loaded with silver bullets.
The river bed entered a canyon. Sam felt nervous upon entering the area. The skin walker could be above him as well as in front of him. It was taking time to go among the boulders in the canyon. He had worn only a blue jean jacket and the temperature was dropping fast.
Dean climbed among the boulders on his side of the river bed, wondering how close Sam was to him. He was not happy about the canyon and being separated while in it. Every ounce of information they had gathered said it was just a dry river bed. The Shaman on the reservation had not told them everything.
Sam took the time to look at his watch in the moonlight. It was three in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and kept going. He hoped Dean didn’t get too frustrated and do something stupid. It should never have taken this long, but the boulder ridden canyon was a surprise. He cursed the fact that there had been no WIFI in the area. He felt they had been misled. The younger Winchester wanted to find his brother first, then the skin walker.
Dean found the silence nerve wracking. He would walk a ways, than climb amongst the boulders, looking for signs of a large cat. The man found nothing.
Sam looked at his watch and saw that it was after four in the morning. He sat for a moment and pulled bottled water from his backpack. After a long drink, the young hunter screwed the cap back on the bottle. He turned to place it in his backpack when he heard a gunshot echoing through the canyon.