Somewhere north of Rhydin City...
Sam stood in the edge of the woods, looking back toward Dean. "I am not going to lie, I don't like this." He shifted from one foot to the other, then looked back into the woods. "We ready?"
"You're not supposed to like it. If you liked it, I'd really be worried." Dean pulled the bag that held the golem out of his pack and tossed a questioning look at his brother. "Are you ready? I have a feeling once we free this little bastard, all hell's gonna break loose."
"What's it going to do?" He watched the bag, instead of his brother.
"Lead us to the Boog."
"How'd she squeeze that out of my sock?"
"Hell if I know. Do I look like a witch to you?"
Sam studied him a few moments. "Nope, not warty enough."
"Lilli doesn't have warts," Dean pointed out with a glare at his brother. "You wanna get this over with or not?"
"Don't know if the red head is warty," Sam teased. "You could be into that or something."
"Say that again and I'm gonna kick your ass."
Sam just smirked before he started on into the woods. "Okay, it's this way."
"Should've let the Shtriga have you. My life would be a lot easier," Dean muttered, though he didn't mean it.
"What was that?"
Dean's mood had turned foul and not just because of his brother's ribbing. It always turned foul before a hunt, and he had other things on his mind. "Never mind, just lead the way, Pied Piper."
"Do you see any rats?" He pushed through the branches carefully so as none of them would fly back and smack the foul mood brother.
"Yeah, I see one big one named Sam."
"You are just mean," Sam smiled as he pushed closer to the cave.
"I'm sorry. Would you rather I cried?"
"How about a hug?" Sam was trying to just keep his mind off of going back into the cave.
Dean would never admit it to Sam, but he'd done his share of crying while Sam was missing, sick with worry. Of course, he'd been just a boy then. Or at least, that's the excuse he'd use. "Hug me and I might just be tempted to shoot you."
Sam had to fight not to laugh as they stood there in the small clearing of the cave mouth. "You ready?" Whispered.
"You really think we need this thing to show us the way?" Dean asked, holding up the bagged golem.
"Turn it loose but I think this is the cave," Sam looked at it with uncertainty.
Dean arched a brow at his brother. "You think?"
"Well, come on....one cave looks like the next, unless you are at Carlsbad."
"Maybe you should have left some Reese's Pieces to follow yourself back, E.T."
"Sorry, Elliot, I was fresh out!"
Dean sighed and pulled a flashlight out of his pack. Yes, he'd been busy while Sam was missing and resourceful, as well. He flicked it on and flashed it around the opening of the cave. "Does it look familiar at all?"
"Dude, let the thing go, and it should run in, right?" Sam pointed at the sack. "I think this is the one."
"You think." Dean sighed and handed Sam the flashlight, before untying the bag that held the essence of the thing they were hunting. "You sure it's a Boogeyman' I don't remember Dad ever hunting one, do you?"
"C'mon, Dean. It's taking kids, It's got to be a Boogeyman." He shook his head then, "No, I don't remember Dad mentioning one. Even what?s her name called him Boogey, Dean."
"We never did kill that Shtriga. You think it's kinda like that?" At least, twenty-four year old Dean didn't remember killing it yet. "Yeah, I just wish we had a little more information to go on."
"It could be like that, but, it's male."
"So, maybe it's the male version of the same thing."
Sam shrugged, shaking his head. "I really don't know."
"Well, here goes nothing." Dean crouched down near the ground and opened the bag, allowing the thing to escape.
Sam watched the bag open and the thing hit the ground. It stood still a moment, then broke into a full run away from the cave in the other direction. "Huh. Wrong cave," Sam said sheepishly.
"Son of a bitch," Dean grumbled and hurried after the thing, dead leaves crunching beneath his boots, shoving hanging tree limbs away from his face.
Sam followed Dean, running through the woods easily with long strides. "I told you they all look a like!"
"Where have I heard that before!" Dean called back, a branch slapping against his face, opening a small slash on his cheek.
Sam was pushing branches back and away, following Dean and starting to see that the Sock Boogey could move.
Dean grumbled a curse, but didn't have time to do anything but wipe the smudge of blood away from his face with a hand. The golem was faster than they were and was able to maneuver more easily through the tangle of forest, but Dean was determined not to let it out of his sight.
Sam ducked and took his own share of branches to the face, and body as he finally saw the thing stop and disappear into some thick cover that seemed to lead into the side of a mountain. "Dean, I think this is it. now. It's different during the day." Luckily the golem had lead them to it, so he didn't feel as foolish saying the same thing twice.
Sam stood in the edge of the woods, looking back toward Dean. "I am not going to lie, I don't like this." He shifted from one foot to the other, then looked back into the woods. "We ready?"
"You're not supposed to like it. If you liked it, I'd really be worried." Dean pulled the bag that held the golem out of his pack and tossed a questioning look at his brother. "Are you ready? I have a feeling once we free this little bastard, all hell's gonna break loose."
"What's it going to do?" He watched the bag, instead of his brother.
"Lead us to the Boog."
"How'd she squeeze that out of my sock?"
"Hell if I know. Do I look like a witch to you?"
Sam studied him a few moments. "Nope, not warty enough."
"Lilli doesn't have warts," Dean pointed out with a glare at his brother. "You wanna get this over with or not?"
"Don't know if the red head is warty," Sam teased. "You could be into that or something."
"Say that again and I'm gonna kick your ass."
Sam just smirked before he started on into the woods. "Okay, it's this way."
"Should've let the Shtriga have you. My life would be a lot easier," Dean muttered, though he didn't mean it.
"What was that?"
Dean's mood had turned foul and not just because of his brother's ribbing. It always turned foul before a hunt, and he had other things on his mind. "Never mind, just lead the way, Pied Piper."
"Do you see any rats?" He pushed through the branches carefully so as none of them would fly back and smack the foul mood brother.
"Yeah, I see one big one named Sam."
"You are just mean," Sam smiled as he pushed closer to the cave.
"I'm sorry. Would you rather I cried?"
"How about a hug?" Sam was trying to just keep his mind off of going back into the cave.
Dean would never admit it to Sam, but he'd done his share of crying while Sam was missing, sick with worry. Of course, he'd been just a boy then. Or at least, that's the excuse he'd use. "Hug me and I might just be tempted to shoot you."
Sam had to fight not to laugh as they stood there in the small clearing of the cave mouth. "You ready?" Whispered.
"You really think we need this thing to show us the way?" Dean asked, holding up the bagged golem.
"Turn it loose but I think this is the cave," Sam looked at it with uncertainty.
Dean arched a brow at his brother. "You think?"
"Well, come on....one cave looks like the next, unless you are at Carlsbad."
"Maybe you should have left some Reese's Pieces to follow yourself back, E.T."
"Sorry, Elliot, I was fresh out!"
Dean sighed and pulled a flashlight out of his pack. Yes, he'd been busy while Sam was missing and resourceful, as well. He flicked it on and flashed it around the opening of the cave. "Does it look familiar at all?"
"Dude, let the thing go, and it should run in, right?" Sam pointed at the sack. "I think this is the one."
"You think." Dean sighed and handed Sam the flashlight, before untying the bag that held the essence of the thing they were hunting. "You sure it's a Boogeyman' I don't remember Dad ever hunting one, do you?"
"C'mon, Dean. It's taking kids, It's got to be a Boogeyman." He shook his head then, "No, I don't remember Dad mentioning one. Even what?s her name called him Boogey, Dean."
"We never did kill that Shtriga. You think it's kinda like that?" At least, twenty-four year old Dean didn't remember killing it yet. "Yeah, I just wish we had a little more information to go on."
"It could be like that, but, it's male."
"So, maybe it's the male version of the same thing."
Sam shrugged, shaking his head. "I really don't know."
"Well, here goes nothing." Dean crouched down near the ground and opened the bag, allowing the thing to escape.
Sam watched the bag open and the thing hit the ground. It stood still a moment, then broke into a full run away from the cave in the other direction. "Huh. Wrong cave," Sam said sheepishly.
"Son of a bitch," Dean grumbled and hurried after the thing, dead leaves crunching beneath his boots, shoving hanging tree limbs away from his face.
Sam followed Dean, running through the woods easily with long strides. "I told you they all look a like!"
"Where have I heard that before!" Dean called back, a branch slapping against his face, opening a small slash on his cheek.
Sam was pushing branches back and away, following Dean and starting to see that the Sock Boogey could move.
Dean grumbled a curse, but didn't have time to do anything but wipe the smudge of blood away from his face with a hand. The golem was faster than they were and was able to maneuver more easily through the tangle of forest, but Dean was determined not to let it out of his sight.
Sam ducked and took his own share of branches to the face, and body as he finally saw the thing stop and disappear into some thick cover that seemed to lead into the side of a mountain. "Dean, I think this is it. now. It's different during the day." Luckily the golem had lead them to it, so he didn't feel as foolish saying the same thing twice.