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Father and Son Outting

When word had come along that there was a werewolf terrorizing local folks in a small Nebraskan town, Sam realized he had still yet to teach Michael about hunting werewolves. Michael had wanted his training to come from his father, and Sam actually enjoyed the outings.

Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.

Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.

He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.

So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.

As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.

He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.

Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.

But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.

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He considered that for a moment, before tipping his head to the side slightly. "Okay. So at least that's a clue. And at least we know we won't be considered 'prey' should that happen. Though I have a feeling that the idea that we're trying to kill it won't go over too well."

"No," Sam chuckled. "The second we try to hurt it, it'll turn on us. However, over the past few decades we've got the Madison system pretty well into effect to be able to help them. The hardest part is going to be convincing the human, once we find out who it is, that they have a monster inside of them. That can get ugly."

"I can imagine," he sighed. "I still have a hard time trying to explain it to people who haven't grown up in it."

"Trust me, it never gets easier. You just start talking to the people who understand this world more and more just for your own sanity."

"Lucky for me I live in a whole building full of them," Mike smirked, before starting to look over the articles again.

"I knew I should have taken you to Disneyworld more often," Sam smirked, then leaned back to let Mikey work.

"Mickey Mouse is creepy, Dad," Michael made a face. "Seriously."

Sam chuckled. "Everything we see on a daily basis, and you're still afraid of a kid in a huge mouse costume."

Michael squirmed slightly, before flipping through the articles. "He wasn't a kid, he was a grown man. And grown men shouldn't spend their lives dressing up as giant mice. Besides, mice shouldn't even be that size."

"At least you didn't try to kill Goofy," Sam laughed, getting up to grab his laptop and bring it over.

"Find anything yet?"

Michael shot his father a look, before looking over the articles again. "Nothing more than the usual weird. Is there something specific I should be seeing?"

"Any trends. Things that could link all three beyond just the type of murder."

Michael nodded for a moment, before going over the articles a little more carefully. He looked over the pictures of the scene as well as anything else he could see, trying to find the links.

Sam came back over, sitting next to Michael. He had pulled up a map program and was working on tracking the locations of where the victims had worked, their attack sites, and their homes.

"Well, nothing really in common here that I see..."

"Maybe it was just opportunity," Michael said, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I mean, you said that werewolves get run off into the woods, right? These victims were all found in a national park?"

"Guess we're going to have to do some footwork then and explore the park for hermits."

Sam looked over at his bag, then nodded. "Which reminds me... I have something for you."

"You do?" Michael frowned, looking up at him in surprise.

"Yeah."

Sam got back up and went to his bag, pulling out the wrapped cloth that had the guns in it, as well as the bullets.

"If we're hunting werewolves, there is only one thing that can stop them: silver bullet to the heart."

He tossed the box of bullets to Michael, then sat on the edge of the mattress beside him, the bundle in his lap.

"You've become a good hunter, son. I'm proud of you and what you've done these last few years, and I know you're going to get even better as time goes on. The one thing a hunter relies on beyond his head, though, is a good weapon on his hip."

He held the bundle out to his son. "These belonged to your uncle Dean... and I want you to have them now. They're good pistols, and I know you'll take good care of them, and they'll take care of you."

Michael looked down at them for a moment, a little awestruck at first, before looking up at his father. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to think I don't want them or anything, but -- "

His voice trailed off as he didn't know how to explain what he was feeling right then. Because he really didn't know what he was feeling, and that in turn, made it hard to explain.

"I know. And yes, I'm sure." He rubbed the back of his son's neck. "I've been trying to think of a way to show you how proud I am of you. You made the choice to be a hunter and you've become a great one. Better than I was at your age."

"You've earned them, and I can't think of any better way to show you than give you these."

Michael just looked at the guns in his hand, before looking up at his dad with a nod. "Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome, son."

Sam got up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Why don't you keep looking up similarities and plot where we might want to look around for clues and stake out. I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we'll go to the morgue."

"Okay," Michael said with a nod, turning back so that his body was facing the articles, but his eyes were still focused on the guns in his hands.

Sam took a look back at his son, then went to take the shower.

Depending on where Michael searched, he might come across an article about a 7 year old boy who was attacked by a wild dog on the ranch along the trails that the rest of the victims were attacked on. It would be the first incident that could be related to this type of "wolf" attack. And the only survivor.

20 minutes later Sam came back out, drying his hair. "Find anything?"

"Yeah," Michael said softly, pointing to one of the articles in front of him. "Seven year-old kid was bit by a wild dog not too long ago, on the same trail that the other vics were killed on."

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