The three men walked outside of the cemetery. Sam turned to Garth and stared at him.
“Do you realize how close you came to dying?”
“Yeah, but I have heard a lot about both of you. Neither of you shoots first and asks
questions later,” came the happy reply of the smaller hunter.
Dean stared at the two men, shaking his head,
murmuring, “Should’ve just shot the damned snake.” Both men turned and stared at him.
The older Winchester got into his baby and looked out
the window, “You guys comin?”
They drove up to the where the gift shop stood. Parking their cars, they headed up the trail
past the restrooms/jail. Garth led the
way.
“You really live in one of those?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. I don’t
need much space,” their companion stated.
“O….kay…,” the shorter of the two Winchesters stared at
the other.
The trail was made of rock with wood on either side
marking off the track. Several times,
one of the brothers tripped on the loose rock.
Sam could hear Dean swearing under his breath.
Lights were on in the buildings. Many were flickering.
“Demon?” Sam asked.
“Lanterns,” Garth answered.
“How do you heat water and keep the place warm in the
winter and cool in this blasted desert during the summer”” Dean asked.
“Fireplaces and open windows,” Garth replied.
The two men heard Dean shout and hit the ground behind them. They both turned and hurried
towards him. Sam leaned down to where
his brother lay on the loose rock, covering his head.
“Dean, are you all right?”
The older Winchester raised his head, looking up at the
sky.
“You didn’t see that fudgin’ bird?”
The other two men stared into the night sky. Sam saw the owl about the time all three of
them heard it.
Sam snickered…”Well, Dean, it’s either a witch’s
familiar or it thinks you’re dinner.”
“That’s not funny,” the shorter brother snarled.
“I know,” Sam laughingly replied. “The biker girl must be the witch and she had
the owl hunting for you.”
Both men heard Dean’s curses as he trudged past them up
the trail.
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