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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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They had interviewed everyone in town that mattered, and had learn that the little boy, Kale, had been attacked by a wolf when he was hiding in the barn one night. A month later, the same wolf, along with a cub, had come back onto the property and killed the mother.

The people at the other ranches talked about how the boy had actually been a bastard child, and the mother always treated him bad, and he hid in the barn to keep from getting beat.

The other woman looked like her, so it made sense for the boy to be the wolf. But no one had seen the kid since his mother died.

"So, we can check the barn, or the woods. What do you think?" Sam looked at his son as they pulled up to the property.

"Barn," Michael said slowly. If he was all alone, he'd want to stick to where he felt safe. "He's probably sticking to his usual hiding places."

"Sounds good." Sam looked at his watch. "We've got about two hours before sunset."

Michael nodded, before picking up the flashlight and starting to head towards the barn door, looking around for any sign of the boy.

The barn was two levels, with a hay loft up top, and stalls and an equipment locker on the bottom. The animals were long gone - probably taken by neighboring farmers - but no one had cleaned up the mess.

And it stank in certain parts. Sam wrinkled his nose. "If he's here, I hope he has a gas mask..."

Michael smirked at his dad, before slowly making his way through the barn. He couldn't see anything at first, but after a moment, he figured another tactic might be good to try.

"Kale? You in here, buddy?"

There wasn't an answer to the name, but there was a quick movement of feet in the hayloft, scurrying around. Sam lifted his flashlight up to see if he could track anything, but all he could see was a few bits of hay fall down between the cracks of the wood.

Sam looked at his son. There were two ladders leading up. He started towards one. "Kale? My name's Sam. We just want to see if you're ok. Can you come out?"

Still no response, but more scurrying.

Michael headed towards the other ladder, starting to make his way up. "It's a great place you've got here. I would have killed to have something like this growing up."

He reached the top and sat down on the edge, swiping the flashlight around like he was looking around, keeping an eye out for whoever was moving.

Sam was halfway up the ladder when he saw the haybale that was being pushed down on top of him. He grabbed onto the ladder tightly as he was suddenly covered in hay.

At the top of the ladder was a little boy - not a werewolf- tiny and really skinny, looking to see if he had hit his target. However, when Michael's flashlight hit him, the looked at Michael, growled in the back of his throat, and then went back to get hidden.

"You okay, Dad?" Michael asked with a slightly smile as he pushed himself to his feet, starting to make his way towards the hiding place.

"Yeah, perfect," Sam said, brushing the hay off himself and trying to get it out of his hair.

"Go away!" Kale shouted as Michael got closer. He was in a corner and started to throw things like gloves and toy cars and anything he could get his hands on. "Go away or I'll bite you!"

Michael pause for a minute, crouching down to avoid a flying car but staying so that he was eye level with the kid.

"Look, buddy. I know this is all really scary for you right now, but we're not here to hurt you. We wanna help."

Sam got to the top of the ladder and sat on the edge. He could see Michael and Kale and wasn't going to approach. His son was doing a good job, and probably having a 6 foot 4 giant standing up wouldn't help in calming the kid down.

"You'll just try and lock me up. I don't wanna be locked up in a basement again. I'm a big bad wolf now and big bad wolves don't get locked up."

Sam looked over at his son. The kid knew he was a wolf?

"Hey, we're not here to lock you up," Michael gave him a bit of a smile before shifting so that he was sitting down cross-legged on the floor. He could see his father looking at him out of the corner of his eye, but he kept his attention on the kid. "We just wanna talk to you. We're here to help."

Kale bared his very human teeth at Michael, but stopped throwing things. "I don't want your help."

Sam slid a bit closer, reaching into his pocket. "How about we just talk then? I have a cookie. If you talk to us and don't throw anything else, you can have it."

Kale licked his lips, then looked between them. "No."

"Can I play with your cars then?" Michael replied, before picking up one of the matchbox cars and holding it in his hand. "Because these are pretty awesome."

Kale just watched Michael with the cars, then crawled over to grab it. "No. Mine. Mister Price said they were for me only. Not you."

He looked at the car, making sure that Michael hadn't hurt it. But he didn't go completely back to the corner. Just out of reach. "You were playing wrong too."

"Wrong, huh?" Michael asked, staying where he was but looking over at the kid with a small smile. "Wanna show me how?"

Taking the car, Kale put it on the ground, getting on his hands and knees. "You push it like this." He pushed it along the ground, crwaling after as he made engine noises.

Sam smiled a bit, sitting back. He had remembered when Michael had done the same thing at his age.

He also stole a quick look at his watch. They still had time. And he was curious as to who Mister Price was.

"Ahh -- I got it," Michael replied, before moving to pick up another car, starting to drive it along with him. He shifted slightly, lying on his stomach next to him, doing his best to keep up with the engine noises, before moving to rest his chin on his hand and looking back over at him.

"So Mister Price gave you these?"

"Uh huh. Mister Price said that I was a good big bad wolf, and that he would take care of me because he's a BIG big bad wolf. He comes and takes me into the woods and teaches me to hunt little piggies!"

Kale was crawling all over now, still staying away from Sam, but slowly inching closer to Michael.

Michael bit his lip slightly, continuing to drive the car around on ground. "Hunting little piggies? What kind of little piggies?"

"I got a fox last month. They are fast but I'm faster and I even got to keep it's tail. Mister Price said that when I get bigger, I can hunt the bigger animals like he does."

Sam closed his eyes in relief. There was still a bit of fear, since a lot of werewolves didn't remember what they killed or that they even did it, but if Kale was remembering right, then it was this Mister Price that was the one killing the women.

There was hope for the boy... if they could get him to come back to the complex with them.

"A fox, huh? That's pretty cool," Michael said with a grin. He looked down at his watch for a minute, before looking back at him. "And he comes to get you every night?"

"A lot. Always during the full moon though. Is it the full moon? It looked pretty full last night." Kale went to the edge of the hayloft to look down. "He might get mad. He doesn't like it when I'm talking to strangers."

Sam made his way back towards the ladder. He gave Michael a look to let him know that Sam was going to take a look around and see if he could see Mister Price before he got there.

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