Don't Call Me Dougie!

Sam smiled at Doug and thanked him for his hospitality.  He declined the offer for more pillows and settled on the couch.  He had to curl up or risk hanging off of the couch at awkward angles and having his limbs fall asleep due to lack of circulation.  

As much as Sam wanted to turn off the thoughts, he couldn’t.  He knew he would be plagued with nightmares about Jess’ death.  Once he thought about her, it would be weeks until he would have a full night’s sleep.  He still blamed himself.  If he hadn’t brought all that supernatural crap along with him, she would still be alive. Intellectually, he knew it wasn’t all his fault.  Azazel was to blame as well.  If he hadn’t been planning his army of demon-blood-enhanced soldiers, then a lot could have been avoided.  

After hours of tossing and turning, Sam finally managed to fall into a fitful sleep.  His dreams started off innocent enough.  It had been a long day of midterms and deadlines.  He was stressed and been up most of the night before not only studying, but he thought he heard noises outside of their apartment.  

Sam practically poured himself into the apartment, after a long day, and dumped his overloaded, threadbare backpack onto the floor next to the door.  He ran a tired and shaking hand over his face and frowned.  He had forgotten to shave that morning…or well the last few mornings.  He was getting scruffy.  

As his thoughts drifted from one to the other, he just stood by the closed and locked door, staring off in to space.  He was started back into awareness by a pair of arms snaking around his waist from the side. Jess had learned early on to approach Sam slowly, when he was out of it.  

He blinked and looked down at the petite blonde.  His body visibly relaxed at her light hug and he ducked down to give her a light kiss. The dialogue was simple.  They both asked about their day and Jess offered fresh cookies.  This domesticity was something Sam wasn’t accustomed to.  He was used to diner food and anything that had a shelf life of over a decade.  Fresh cooking, healthy cooking was an indulgence, and Jess took great delight in teaching him how to cook.  

The dream went on, jumping from an impromptu tickling fight, to cuddling and then all the way to going to sleep.  It was here that the dream turned into a nightmare.  Sam had heard a noise and jolted awake.  He was breathing heavily, sweat pouring off of him and soaking his shirt. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.  He whipped his head around and sighed as Jess asked him what was wrong.  He laughed a little nervously as he told her that he dreamt she had died, by burning on the ceiling.  He grew confused when her smile fell and she nodded.  “But that’s exactly what happened.  You killed me Sam.  Why didn’t you tell me about what was out there?  We could have been happy.  All you had to do was keep me safe.”  

With that, her hands shot to her stomach as blood started to pour out of a deep wound.  In the next blink, she was on the ceiling, her mouth opened in a silent scream, as flames erupted around her, engulfing the room.  

Sam fell off of the couch, as his body flailed and attempted to wake him.  He yelled, but quickly cut it off in hopes that he didn’t wake anyone else in the house.  He was breathing heavily and his shirt was sticking to him in spots.  He took huge heaving breaths as he tried to calm himself. He was shaking from the adrenaline crash.

Doug

So Nick was a little uneasy about Sam being invited to stay without Doug asking him first, but he was getting used to the idea. They barely saw eachother anyway and Sam did more chores than he did so it was all good. What wasn’t good was the guy’s tendancy to talk in his sleep. He was so loud at times he kept Nick awake. He was no stranger to night terrors himself, and he was somewha used to it with Doug. He had heard Doug crying out for his dad some nights, and others he dreamt about his own sister.Sam’s night terrors, however, were getting persistant and starting to really disrupt his sleep pattern.He’d never admit that though, not even to Doug.It did give Nick an excuse to sleep in which was always good.  

Doug came out of his room and wandered into the kitchen, greeting Sam with a  sleepy “Morning.” as he walked past the couch. “So, did you sleep well?” He called as he powered up the coffee maker. He hadn’t even noticed Sam’s erratic behaviour, but he had noticed the night terrors. At least, he heard him talking and yelling in his sleep sometimes. Different names that ust be quite signifcant to him. Jess was the one he heard the most, maybe she was the one he’d lost.

Sam smiled and bantered with Doug.  It could be an easy friendship should he let it develop into one.  Before long it was deep into the night.  He had been conversing with Doug for hours now, and felt almost at home.  He wished that he had this when growing up.  It was so different.  The only other place that felt like home was Stanford.  Sam could largely attribute that feeling to Jess.  That was one of the reasons why he didn’t want to go back after everything.  Jess wouldn’t be there waiting with cookies.  She wouldn’t walk up to him and hug him as soon as he entered the apartment. He would never smell her freshly washed hair again.  

He couldn’t help the melancholy mood that had befallen him as the memories of Jess resurfaced.  It had been a long time since the moment she died, but it still hurt.  He had stopped talking and finally realized it.  He shook himself back to awareness and smiled a little apologetically to Doug. “Sorry.  I kind of drifted for a few minutes.  So, it’s late, and I’ve been up since 4.  Would it be all right if I went to bed?”  He asked softly.  

It wasn’t that he wanted to get away from the other, but he could feel the fatigue aching in his bones.  He knew that if he didn’t sleep soon, his body would decide for him.  

Doug

Doug talked with Sam for hours, swapping stories and memories of hunting and life at college. He couldn’t help but notice the change in the other, wondering if it was something he’d said. Had Sam lost someone too? Doug wasn’t about to pry, and this wasn’t the time or place anyway. “It’s okay” Doug half smiled.  “You don’t have to ask to go to bed, it’s pretty late anyway. Goodnight, Sam. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave another smile, waving him off as he headed for his bedroom room. He stopped in the doorway,popping his head back through. “Oh, if you need any extra pillows or anything just let me know.” He still felt a little rude having Sam sleep on the couch, despite Sam’s persistence.

Sam chuckled a little. “I never thought I would find another person, well in the hunting community, that wanted to eat healthy. Everyone just…shovels whatever is slightly edible in their mouths and goes about their business.  Dean eats everything in sight, I swear!  Even if it looks a little sketchy.  He got food poisoning really bad once from eating this sandwich from a gas station.  I told him it smelled funny, but he just bit into it with a huge grin and said not to worry, that he had a stomach of steel.  Two hours later and he was glued to the toilet.  I swear he threw up everything he had ever eaten!”  He said laughing a little.  He remembered that week.  Dean moaned and claimed he was dying.  After he threw up everything, he was sore, but he hadn’t run a fever or showed any other signs of it lingering.  He even let Sam drive Baby, claiming that in case he had to throw up again, he didn’t want to crash her.

“I swear Dean is going to turn into a burger one of these days.  Either that or all the grease is going to clog up his arteries.”  He grumbled.  It was all in good fun, but he did miss his brother.  He wondered where he was and hoped he was all right.

“I don’t mind the occasional steak, but I can live without it.  Salad is great.  Have you ever marinated and grilled tofu?  I have this great recipe that I make with a homemade vinaigrette…Do you like strawberries?”

Doug

I know, right?” Doug chuckled back “He laughed at Sam’s story but he was secretly happy that the older Winchester had been brought up. Dean and Nick would  get probably get on pretty wellI. “Well, I’m not sure Nick’s quite that bad  but some of the stuff he eats is just..bleugh!” He shook his head. “I mean,I know hunting works up quite an appetite but everybody needs a balanced diet right? "Probably, but the former would probably kinda hilarious” Doug suddenly had the image of a talking burger with Dean’s voice in his head, he didn’t laugh this much too often.

Sam nodded.  “That sounds like a good idea.  The more the merrier.  Maybe we can start tomorrow morning?  Do you know what the forecast is saying?  Last I heard we were supposed to get an inch of snow.  This does not look like an inch of snow.”  He grumbled.  He probably should have looked at the weather patterns a little more closely. Idly, he wondered if the Yeti was perhaps having an influence on the weather.  Maybe they were an elemental?

“Just name it and I will help with whatever you want.  I’m not a good cook though, so just keep that in mind.”  He let Dean cook for them.  He had always done it, even when they were kids.  It was probably due to their father telling Dean it was his responsibility to take care of Sam.  

Sam felt guilty that Dean’s childhood had been watching after his little brother.  It was something that was a double edged sword. They were close, but also got on each others nerves a lot easier, since they had spent so much time together.

Doug

“Great, I’m sure he’d love to help” Doug furrowed his brow “Uh let me check, ” he said, taking out his phone. After a few minutes of tapping and scrolling, he answers “Yeah it definitely says not to expect too much snow” He shrugged “That’s definitely weird.” That was definitely a possibility, but the would probably need to do more research to determine that.

Sam smiled at Doug and dumped everything, including his bag, into the washer.  Well everything was an exaggeration.  He didn’t dump the ammo, guns, knives or books.  He made sure to set them aside.  He would see about buying some large plastic Ziploc bags, just in case some sort of mold was clinging to them.  

He set the object aside and used some of the detergent and set the washing machine to wash everything on high heat.  He would buy the other man some more detergent.  He wasn’t a free loader.  He also thought that he could buy some groceries.  Dean was more of the chef, but he could make a mean salad. 

Once everything was set, he went in search of Doug.  He went back the way he came and smiled at the other.  “Thanks again.  I really appreciate this.  So, do you have any ideas about the Yeti?  And is Nick a hunter like you?”  He stopped and frowned.  Had he already asked that?  He couldn’t remember.  Perhaps he should rest for a bit.  He had been out in the cold for far too long and it wasn’t doing him any good.

“Sorry If I’ve already asked.  If you need any chores or anything done, don’t be afraid to ask.  I don’t want to just be a leach.  I can lift up to a two hundred and fifty pounds.”  He said with a small smirk.  Dean hadn’t believed him and ended up lifting his brother without any sort of strain.  He had kicked and flailed about.  He had even laughed, up until Sam dropped him.  He grinned at the memory.

“You can keep your stuff in my room if you like,it’s the one that doesn’t look like a tornado hit it” He joked. Nick was less neat and organised than Doug, a fact Nick often teased him about. They were just like brothers,just like Sam and Dean.

Doug would of course protest if Sam offered to buy more, or even just went out and got some but he would of course appreciate it. Nick on the other hand would most likely let the guy pay for whatever the hell he wants,and maybe pay their rent while he’s at it. He still didn’t even know they would be having  guest over, but Doug wasn’t going to let Sam freaking Winchester stay in a flea-bitten motel room that’s full of all kinds of diseases.Nick could moan all he wanted, but Doug would defend his decision to the last. 

Doug had gone off to do some general tidying around the apartment while Sam washed his clothes. He’d almost finished,when Sam came and found him, just fluffing up the pillows on the couch and such. Doug gave a small smile and a nod, it was nice that Sam was so appreciative. It made him so happy that Sam was actually asking for his input on this. “Uh well, Yeti  and all the other names they use for it all roughly translate to ‘bear’ in Tibetan.  "’Bear of a rocky place’, ‘man bear; or ‘cattle bear’ probably becuase bears are known for  targeting cattle and other live stock. It’s probably going to be hiding out in a cave, maybe in the mountains like where I picked you up, but I have no idea how you gank one of those things.” Doug had remembered about the name becuase of his interest in languages but he couldn’t recall any information bout any weaknesses. “We could maybe start by asking local farmers if they’ve seen anything strange?” He suggested “Nick is a hunter too, yeah. He could probably help, if that’s okay with you”

Sam sighed as he leaned back into the seat of Doug’s car.  He let his eyes slide close as he contemplated what he needed to do with the snow beast he had been tracking.  He should ask for help, but he wasn’t sure that he should get Doug into this. It could be dangerous and the kid was just that, a kid.  

He lightly snoozed in the car on the way to Doug’s house.  He only woke up when he felt the car stop.  “We there already?”  He asked, drowsily and looked around.  

Sam slipped out of the car, clutching the moldy smelling bag against his chest.  This wasn’t at all what he had been expecting.  Most of the places he had stayed in were so run down that he was glad that no stiff breezes had come through to knock them down.  He hated waking up constantly during the night to every sound and creek his temporary housing made, terrified that it would collapse.  Most of the time, it was only what he could afford.  This day and age, credit card scams only went so far.  He had traded a few favors to a few hackers that had managed to get him a legitimate bank card with money in the account.  If some of the huge corporations didn’t have such lax hiring policies and background checks, then he wouldn’t know what most of the hunters would do.  Which reminded him, he should ask Jeremy if he could transfer some of that stolen money to the family of the last victim of his previous case.  No one should lose a father like that.  

Once inside the domicile he turned to the other and smiled.  “Thanks again.  I really appreciate this.  If, well if you could point me to the washing machine, I will sanitize all of…this.” He gestured to the bag of foul smelling things in his arms.  “I don’t want some sort of mold spore to get into your place.”  

Sam’s concerns were pretty fair,Doug may be legally an adult but had the inexperience and naivety of a child. Doug’s heart and warrior’s spirit often got him into trouble he couldn’t handle, but Nick always got him out of it.

Dougie

Doug had driven as carefully as possible as to not wake Sam. He turned to him with a smile when he woke, taking the key from the ignition. “Yep, we’re here. Welcome to my humble abode”                                                                        He got out of the car,closing the door behind him. He held his keys in his hand as he looked up at the apartment,it wasn’t too impressive but it was certainly more cosy than a dingy motel room.  After a few moments of silence Doug opens up, letting Sam inside and locks the door behind them. It’s become  force of habit given thier job,lots of things wanting them dead.  Doug smiles and shakes his head as if to say “don’t mention it”

Sam smiled at him and nodded.  “French and Italian I am almost fluent with, but sometimes I struggle with Spanish.  I also know Latin and Cas has been teaching us Enochian…”  He said before he stopped himself.  Would Dean tell him about Castiel?  And should he have mentioned anything?  Enochian was a dead language, but then again so was Latin.  

“I do have a few texts that I am in the middle of translating.  So I could send you the PDF’s and maybe you could help?  Eventually I want to have a whole digital network.  It will make finding information so much easier than turning moldy and crumbling pages, skimming the text for some glimmer of hope. Then, perhaps, hunts will take a fraction of the time.”  

Sam shook his head, sending his hair sliding across his face.  “I won’t put you out of a bed.  Couch is fine.  It’s better than sleeping on rocks.  I still think I have a permanent ache in my spine and that was 6 years ago.”  

Sam directed him to the ‘Huggy Bear” motel.  It looked like something that only pedophiles and serial killers would frequent.  Once there, he quickly went inside and returned the key.  He sniffed at his bag and made a face.  He would have to soak it in a baking soda and vinegar solution to get the smell out.  

Once he was back in the car he smiled a little at the other.  “Thanks again.  I promise I won’t leave dirty socks in your sink or dishes on any available surface.” He knew how he brother was, and often picked up after him.  It was odd, considering how pristine he kept the Impala.

dontcallmedougie

Doug returned the smile,it was nice to meet someone who somewhat shared his love for languages. He sometimes forgot how lucky he was,both his father and Nick had worked overtime to get Doug through school and college.  “French is easy. You just gotta know your verbs,tenses and subjunctives an you’re all set. Italian I had a lot of help with,I worked in an Italian restaurant for a while so I picked up a lot there. They taught me Italian and I taught English to the few who struggled with it so they could communicate with the customers better. I’d totally want to be an interpreter if I wasn’t ..you know.”  It wasn’t as if Doug resented his life as a hunter but like most hunters he longed for a normal life. He’d been lucky getting an education alongside hunting but he still wished he could have furthered it. As much as he denied it,Nick needed him so he knew his place was hunting along side him. He did owe him his life. “I uh... never heard of Enochian though.” He probably won’t believe it either, he’d never exactly met an angel before.

Doug’s face lit up at that,to help a Winchester on an actual case, even a little was a dream come true. “Of Course!” He exclaimed  excitedly. “Whatever you need.”Doug wanted to protest further about the bed thing but Sam seemed happy enough to stay on the couch. “Alright” he nodded, saying nothing further on the subject. He couldn’t help scrunching up his nose at the sight of the Motel as he pulled up.  For a place called ‘Huggy Bear’ it didn’t look very friendly or welcoming. He couldn’t imagine anyone staying there, he was more than relieved that Sam had decided to take his offer. 

Sam sighed and closed his eyes.  “You didn’t upset me…I…sorry.”  He hadn’t had many people to look up to when he was growing up.  Just his dad and then later Bobby.  Bobby was a better role model than John though.  At least he knew how to ask for help and cared about him and Dean.  

He felt bad at shutting down the other.  “If you really want to help, then I would appreciate it.  Not many are willing to offer help to me.  Dean is more of a charmer than I am, plus the whole…”  He waved his hand around a little, not really wanting to bring up the apocalypse and letting Lucifer wear his meat suit.  He would rather not relive that experience.

Sam watched the other take out the medkit and disinfect his wound.  He really did feel bad for that.  “If it really wouldn’t impose…I would appreciate it.  I’m not really looking forward to staying there.  I think mold has covered everything in that room at one point or another.  The moment I stepped in there till I left I kept sneezing.  So, thank you.  If we could pick up my bag?”  He pursed his lips a little as he went over the possibilities in his head.  He would wait to stitch the other up till they got somewhere that wasn’t a bacteria Petri dish.

At the next mention of Dean, Sam let his mind wander a little.  He really hoped his brother was okay.  He hated not knowing, but he could only leave so many voicemails and text messages before he started to repeat himself and sounded like a whining little brother.  

((Quick question before we get there.  Is Nick, Lucifer, or does he just look like his meat suit?  I just want to make sure, because if Nick=Lucifer then Sam is going to freak out when he sees him.))

dontcallmedougie

Doug nodded,hoping Sam wasn’t just saying that to make him feel better. The fact that Sam was apologising to him made him feel worse. “Hey,you don’t have to apologise. I get it” He shrugged “We’re strangers and i’m acting like we’re best friends. I guess I was just excited to meet you.” This had to be the longest road trip Doug had ever been on,things just kept getting more and more awkward. 

A soft smile graced his lips when Sam said he could help.  “I’d love to. I know what you mean,Nick’s quite a smooth talker too.If you need a translator who speaks fluent Italian, Spanish and French then I’m your man” He grinned “I took languages in college” 

Sam could sympathize. At least this kid’s dad didn’t interfere with his studies.  John constantly told Sam how higher education was for suckers.  That a real man didn’t need an expensive piece of paper to have a good job.  Perhaps someday he would be able to finish his law degree.  Of course that was a pipe dream.  He would have to find a way to either clear his name as Sam Winchester or manage to forge the credits under a new identity.

Sam just shook his head and sighed.  He tilted his head to the side.  “Who is Nick again?”  He wasn’t sure he remembered if the other had said.  

With the other explaining about the first time he saw the brothers, Sam couldn’t help but grit his teeth. “We weren’t brave.  We were stupid.  There were so many things that could have been prevented if we had just…” He shrugged.  All the times they put each other first, like when Dean sold his soul for him.  

He sighed rather loudly, “No, no other leads.  Oddly enough, not many people have lived to tell the tale after seeing a Yeti or anything similar.  So I’m just kind of flying blind.”  He stopped and looked at the other.  “You don’t need to get involved.  It’s my hunt.”  

He was a little disappointed to learn that Dean hadn’t told him much of anything, but then again that was Dean.  Getting his brother to talk about anything that might even remotely lead to something similar to feelings and he just clammed up.  

Sam frowned at the other who was still bleeding.  He pulled out a new handkerchief and handed it over to him.  “It’s clean.  I can stitch it up if you would like?”

With the other’s offer, Sam started to chew his lip.  He didn’t know anything about this ‘Nick’.  It would be nice to stay somewhere that didn’t smell of mildew and had God knows what on the sheets.  “I…I don’t think I could I could impose on you.  Especially since Nick doesn’t know you have picked up a complete stranger in the middle of nowhere and made you injure yourself.”  

Doug

Doug’s mother passed away when he was very young,she took ill recently after giving birth to him and doctors couldn’t save her. James raised him solo as best he could,but of course James could only do so much in raising Doug. Still,he didn’t his best and if he was around today he’d be proud of his son.

“Oh Nick’s my best friend,we live together.” He was much more than that but he didn’t want to get it now it right now,it was still painful to talk about six years on.

Doug’s brow furrowed,he was upsetting Sam again but he didn’t know why “Okay” He said slowly. “I’m sorry,I didn’t mean to..” He focuses on the road again,not sure what else to say. “I just-you inspire me” he shrugged. “When my dad took me hunting for the first time he was with a few other guys,guys who’d be doing it for years. They took one look at me and laughed,then I heard about you guys and I realised I didn’t have to be scared,that if you could do it I could. I’m sorry if that sounds dumb to you” And he goes quiet again. 

Back to the case again,Doug wasn’t sure if that sigh was Sam’s frustration with the case or him,best not to think about it. 

“Right” He nods “ “Well maybe you could-” He croaks to a halt,feeling extremely foolish to think Sam freaking Winchester would need his help.  “Sure,you got this” And he had a searing pain shooting through his hand he’d been avoiding all this time. It was a wonder he’d managed to keep driving,and Nick would not be happy about the blood all over the car. It was a bitch to get out.

Doug let’s out an “Oh!” when Sam produces the handkerchief. “Uh yeah,I should probably...I’ll pull over” He takes the handkerchief from Sam,wrapping it around his hand. “Thanks,I think it probably does need stitches but for now i’ll just...” He trails off,a realisation coming to him. Doug always kept a medkit in the glovebox,it was small but it came in handy for moments like this. Nick always made fun of him for it,but they had used it a few times. “Shit! We have a medkit in the glove box! How could I forget that!” He really wasn’t making a good first impression at all,hopefully Sam didn’t think he was too crazy.

He cleans his wound,hissing when the disinfectant makes contact with the wound.He carefully wrapped the bandage around his hand and he was able to drive again.  “That’ll do for now. I can drive again,not much further now so i’ll be fine” It still hurt like hell but he could grin and bear it,just.

“Oh no,you wouldn’t be imposing” Doug insisted. “You’re not a stranger,you’re Sam freaking Winchester!” That’s what’s exactly what he’ll say,in that mocking voice of his...  “Oh boy, Sam freakin’ Winchester! If only dean was here and it would be your fanboy wet dream.”  

“Oh no. No,no,no  this wasn’t your fault” He says,gesturing to his hand. “This was my dumb mistake,I was trying to be cool like you guys.”  Did he really just say that? Oh Doug,stop talking.  SIghing he adds “I’ll explain what happened,Nick will be fine.” No he won’t, he’ll be pissed but Doug really wanted Sam to stay with them. Then he realised he may be making Sam uncomfortable and he let up. “I uh,I understand if you would feel more comfortable in a motel. Offer’s still there though. I could give you my number incase you change your mind,Dean has it so why not you?” He shrugged. Why Dean had his number was another story he didn’t want to get into.

Sam shook his head.  “Our life isn’t glamorous.  I don’t know anyone who who choose to be in the life if they could help it.”  He grumbled.  With a sidelong glance he looked at the other.  “You sound just like Becky.”  He muttered and turned to look back out the window at the never ending white.  

When the other brought up his height he couldn’t help but crack a light smile.  He was often called a sasquatch by his brother.  He knew he was on the tall side and it was even more odd considering that no one in his immediate family was as tall as he turned out to be.  It must have been the demon blood.  With that thought he frowned and let out a tired sigh.  He would never escape that it seemed.  

“I’m not sure but we’ve encountered weirder things.  Perhaps it would have to do with global warming or losing their home to “progress”, but that’s what all the signs are pointing to.”  It was not the regular habitat for a Yeti, but it wasn’t out of the question.

Sam frowned deeply hearing him dismiss his meeting with Dean.  “He didn’t say where he was going, or anything else, did he?”  He was desperate for any information.  When Dean wanted to not be found he was master of hiding.  Of course that was something that they should be good at, considering their track record with the law.  

“You can just drop me off at the Sunshine Motel on 4th and Vine.  That’s where I’m staying.  I’ll…have to find a way to get the vehicle later.  Probably when the town thaws out and a tow truck can get up there.  Thanks for picking me up by the way and sorry for…well…”  He gestured with his hands a little.

dontcallmedougie:

“Uh never said I chose to be a hunter,my dad introduced me to the life at thirteen but he never let it interfere with my studies” The smallest smile graced his lips as fond memories of his father floated through his mind.Doug didn’t know why anyone would choose to be a hunter either,his father simply didn’t want to keep lying to him. That and he realised he couldn’t keep him safe if he didn’t know how to defend himself. As much as he wanted to,his father couldn’t protect him all hours of the day.He’d need to learn what was really out there and how to kill it,which is why he told Doug everything when he reached his teen years.

Doug sighed when he was compared to ‘Becky’,whoever she was. “I know I sound like some rabid fangirl or ‘Becky’ but I really do mean it. Nick teases me relentlessly about it but the first time I saw you guys..On a picture and not actually in person but when I saw you I just..I felt.. I felt like I could actually be brave and save the world or something.” Yep,rabid fan girl. If Nick was here he’d be really laying into him.

Doug frowned,processing the information. Perhaps there had been weirder cases but this had Doug fascinated.  “Hmm, maybe you’re right. I guess if it was out here it would find the nearest thing to its natural habitat which happened to be those woods,or maybe the cold weather brought it down here. Do we have any other leads?” We? Geez Doug just muscle in on his hunt why don’t you?

And they were back to talking about Dean...great. “Uh no,sorry.” He smiled sheepishly. He really didn’t want to talk about Dean right now. He wanted to talk to Dean,and figure what the hell was going on between the two of them.

“Oh,okay” Of course Sam had a room,no need to stay with him or Nick then. He had to hold back his disappointment a little at that. Still,atleast Sam was grateful he’d picked him up “Hey it was no trouble,I couldn’t just leave you out there” he shrugged. He glances over to his hand,blood still smeared on the steering wheel. “Uh don’t worry about it,It was my fault really”

Doug gave Sam a sideways glance,not sue whether to ask. He does anyway “You sure you don’t wanna stay with me and Nick for the night? He really won’t mind.”

Sam huffed when the other said he was a “fan”.  Great.  Another Becky.  “You’ve read the Supernatural novels, haven’t you?”  He asked slowly, not really wanting to know the answer.  That was all they needed was another Becky on their hands.  She was bad enough, especially with the whole inviting them to a convention and marrying him, thing.  

“There have been sightings of a large beast.  Several people have gone missing and the only thing they found of them were their limbs.  There’s different lore about Bigfoot and the Abominable Snowman, but it’s not really that helpful.  Each and every text contradicts itself.  The only thing that is constant is that it is a humanoid beast that stands erect, has fur and is over 8 feet tall.”  He said a little exasperated.  

He ran a still cold hand over his face and pushed the hood back from his hair.  His body shivered as the heat started to soak into his flesh.  After a few moments of silence he looked over at the other. 

“So Dean had drinks with you?  What did you talk about?”  Dean and he had had a fight and he wondered if he told this kid anything, or perhaps where he was going.  He didn’t want to confront his brother, but he was worried and even if he just saw that he was okay then it would set his mind at ease.

Doug swallowed hard,sensing that he’d offended the older hunter yet again. The question took him by surprise,his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “Oh well yeah...Out of morbid curiosity” He admitted sheepishly “But I mean I’m really a fan,of your work. Not just the way you’re written in some crappy books. I have wanted to be like you guys for years,brave and fearless like Dean. Resourceful and honorable like you” he smiled in admiration. 

Oh so he was on a case,Doug didn’t get to go on many hunts on his own without Nick close by. To do a case with a Winchester,that was the dream. “Wow,that’s actually taller than you” He chuckled,his laughter quickly dying down when he realized he was being lame again. Something he did often when he was nervous. He cleared his throat before speaking again “I’ve read about yetis actually,or abominable snowman. Most of the lore on them places them in South Asia.Usually though different cultures have different lore which all tend to discredit the rest. What would the Abominable Snowman be doing here though? I mean,even for us that’s a little weird right?

Sam sighed as his hands slowly started to defrost.  He knew it would be a bit until all of him was back to normal.  He sniffled a little and looked over at the other.  He pulled up his bitchface when the other stated that “not much could kill a Winchester.”  He didn’t need to be reminded of all of the times that he and Dean had died.  Especially Dean.  He could still hear “Heat of the Moment” and the images of Dean dying in every way imaginable flashed through his head.  He never wanted to think about that ever again.  In fact if he ever heard that song again it would break him.  He got really good at hearing the first note of ANY Asia song and changing the channels, quickly.  

He sighed and shook his head, well aware that he could die out in the elements.   “Yes…on a case.  No…I’m not sure where Dean is.  We split up for the moment.”  He mumbled and turned away from the other to look out the window at the passing scenery.  He finally turned back and looked at the other.  “You can’t be much older than 18.  And how do you know Dean?  He never mentioned out.”  Not that Dean talked about all of his cases without Sam.  It was kind of annoying really.  Even though Dean was the older brother, Sam still worried about him.  He hated not knowing if he was okay if he was eating.  It was all just infuriating.  

Doug had realised quickly that his words may have been taken in a completely different way than intended. He knew so much about them,then again he knew nothing about them. He knew they were hunters,saving people,hunting things,the family business. The journey they’d been on,the pain they’d endured he had no idea of. Never meet your idols eh?

Sam blinked at the other when he cut himself.  It wasn’t what he was going for, all he had to do was touch it, even though he and his brother often did use the knife just as this person did.  He was a little taken back at the tone the other had used, as well as yelling at him.  He held up his hands and backed away a few steps.  

Okay Sam, he said to himself, you have a few options; Get in the car with this person, or stay out here and freeze.  He wondered what the best option would be.  He supposed if this person offering a ride was a total psycho, well he had taken down Wendigo’s and Demons, he could hold his own against a regular person.  He nodded, but stayed silent and slowly walked around the car.  A few failed attempts later, and he had the door open.  He slipped into the seat and pressed his hands against the vehicle’s vents, soaking in the heat.  

After a few minutes of resting in the warm vehicle he started to get feeling back, and hissed at the pain radiating through his limbs.  “I…ah…thanks.”  He said a little hesitant to the other, as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

dontcallmedougie:

Doug always try to be tough,copied the other hunters he saw because being himself never seemed to be enough. He’d always had someone by his side in hunts so hunting alone was always challenge. Now he’d freaked out a Winchester,. What was he thinking? All he had to do was touch it,but he figured if the Winchester could do it so could he.

Sam gave the kid a ‘look’ when he said he wasn’t a monster.  That’s just what a monster would say, who didn’t want to get ganked by a hunter.  It was either a monster or someone who was just clueless.  

He knew that his face scrunched up weirdly when the kid mentioned that he was a hunter.  If this kid was a hunter then he should know better than to just blindly trust anyone, even if they looked like someone they knew.  

When the suggestion of holy water he knew it could be futile.  It would only prove that this person wasn’t a demon.  Even so, he was almost certain that the holy water he had on himself was frozen, it was so cold.  

He kept his eyes on the other as he reluctantly pulled out the flask, hoping that his body heat had kept a little bit of the liquid, well, liquid.  It took him a minute to unscrew the cap, as his fingers were so cold and stiff.  He managed to get it off and toss a few drops on the other, the rest frozen slush inside the canister.  When nothing happened he breathed a little easier.  At least he wasn’t a demon.  With that, he stepped closer and held out the silver knife.  He didn’t want to hand it over, but he didn’t have anything else on him that was silver.  “I just need to be sure…”  He said as he nodded to the knife and willed the other to take it and prove that the silver didn’t burn.

This was one of the times he wished that he didn’t know about the supernatural.  Well, for one he wouldn’t have been stranded out here, but he wouldn’t have to have someone prove that they were human and he could just get in the warm car and not be freezing.

Doug

Yeah,even with Nick’s constant guidance Doug could be pretty naive. He had such a good heart he just assumed everyone else did too,it was probably why it got broke so easily.  Sam was right,Doug  thought  too much with his heart instead of his head.  He often rushed in to help only to end up dragging Nick in to save his sorry ass. Doug knew all too well what goes bump in the night,but when he saw someone,anyone in need he just had to help them out.

Doug blinked a few times as the drops of water hit his face,obviously having no effect. He opens his eyes to look up at the hunter,hoping that would calm him.  “See? Not a monster.” Then again that really did only prove he wasn’t a demon,lots of monsters were unaffected by holy water. 

Christmastime Blues   Sam|Doug

Sam was concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. He had pulled the scarf off of his face, as his warm breaths had caused quite a buildup of ice, making him shiver even more.  He mentally noted that it was good that he was shivering, it meant that hypothermia hadn’t set it.  

He was concentrating so hard on putting one foot in front of the other he didn’t hear the car pull up alongside him.  He was startled when he heard the voice.  Looking up, he knew his eyes were wide and he had that deer caught in the headlights look.  He didn’t really hear anything the other said until he heard his brother’s name.  

“You know Dean?”  Was all that he managed to get out through his chattering teeth.  He was freezing and starting to feel the pin pricks in his numb appendages.  

His brain was finally firing on all synapses.  If this person knew Dean then he knew him.  Was he a Fed, or local PD?  He flinched back from the car and reached into his coat to pull out his silver knife.  He would go down fighting.  He wasn’t prepared, he didn’t know what or who this was.  He knew his reflexes were slow, dulled and numb from the cold.  He idly wished he could tell Dean that he loved him, before…well.  

Doug really felt sorry for the hunter,he didn’t know his circumstances and he knew better than to ask. He just knew the guy needed help,and he was more than happy to help. If Sam needed shelter then he could stay with him and Nick,he wouldn’t mind surely. 

Doug frowned at Sam,the state he was in worried Doug greatly. “Yeah,kinda. I met him a couple of times. Hey,why don’t you get in and you can stay at the apartment for the night,or atleast until you’ve warmed up” he smiles kindly

Nick brow tensed as he let the news sink in. He was in shock not because he was homophobic but he always thought Doug, the man child thing, who he had looked after for so long was into girls. Heck! Delilah was girl and he seemed pretty into her. Taking a moment to let his thoughts swirl around his head, he let his eyes fall onto Doug who had just shocked almost all the air out of him and without realising he hadn’t be been breathing while the thoughts had been rushing about. Stuttering he managed to pull a sentence out of the confusion in his brain, “so you like Dean Winchester? The guy you just met.” For Nick the question was not why the sudden realisation that in fact he was gay, but the Disney romance that seemed to be going onto between the two men. “You have just met him for Christ sake! Bit too soon to be declaring your love,” he let his smirk play on his lips as he thought of a joke to lighten the boy up. “I will not be an angry dwarf if that is what you got in mind! Also I want to chaperone any future meetings as I don’t want him leading you astray!” he wagged his finger with a stern look. “You are my man-child-thing and if he steps over the line he will get hit around the back of the head with a cloth or a shovel depending on my mood!”

𝔇𝔬𝔲𝔤 ❧

He was shocked,he was gonna go crazy. Oh god. Panic took Doug over as he watched Nick’s reaction. It was a terrible idea to tell him,why did he think he’d understand? One minute he has a girlfriend,one he really liked and then he’s swooning over some hunter he barely knows. Now he was yelling. It was bad enough hurting Delilah,but now Nick was angry and he didn’t think he could take it. His gaze dropped to the floor,tears threatening to fall again. Then Nick’s softened tone stopped him,he raises his gaze once more,was he...smiling?  He wasn’t angry,of course he wasn’t. Doug was his ‘man-child-thing’,he was like a younger brother to him. Doug had again forgotten that Nick would always be there for him,no matter what. He let out a breathy chuckle,wiping the tears from his eyes as the feeling of panic left him. The image of Nick hitting Dean freaking Winchester with a shovel was a little disturbing,that probably wouldn’t end well. Nick was going to keep an eye on him,like any father/brother would do.This was going to be okay. 

“Thanks for understanding ,kinda but you are not going to be over my shoulder all the time. I get that you’re lookin’ out for me but i’m 22 now, I’m not a kid anymore,dad.” he teased,relaxing now. “I know it’s weird,I didn’t know myself until I met the guy. It doesn’t make sense yet,but maybe if I told you about the first time I saw him. My dad showed me a picture of him and I just knew,don’t ask me how you can develop feelings for a photograph but I did. Meeting him in person just brought all those feelings back,it freaked me out a little. I was happy,we were both happy. I finally found a girl who didn't think I was a complete loser,then I met him I took one look at him and I just felt-”

Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face.  Another Christmas, another day.  Really, what did holidays mean?  It was just another day in the life of a Hunter.  Monsters and the general Supernatural didn’t take a holiday just because it was Christmas, or New years, or even the 4th of July.  It wasn’t the first time that Sam had wanted a normal life.  There were plenty of times that he wishes that he was able to finish Law school, marry, have kids, but that was just wishful thinking.  The past couldn’t be changed, as many times as the angel’s had tried.  

Sam had no idea where Dean was.  They had had an argument and parted ways.  He wished that they hadn’t parted on such bad terms, and there were moments where Sam hoped that his brother was okay.  The life, wasn’t one of guarantees, except for death.  It was only a matter of time, and both Sam and Dean had died on multiple occasions.  Sam wondered when the last time would happen, when death would be permanent.  

There had been a blizzard.  Sam had been following a lead on bigfoot, or the abominable snowman, he wasn’t sure anymore.  Local intel had stated that there was a rather large beast that wandered the woods, was over 8 feet tall, smelled like rotten feet and could crush a man’s skull with one hand, or paw.  Several campers had gone missing in the last few weeks.  The only thing that had been recovered of the bodies were limbs.  It was quite disturbing.  

Sam cursed his luck as a Winchester and pulled his parka closer to his body.  The piece of crap car he had hotwired three states ago, finally died.  The engine cracked.  He hoped that his GPS was accurate, as he was only about 3 miles from the center of town.  He had been out scoping out the last sight of the latest victim, or well their last known location.  Snow blanketed everything and make it eerily quiet.  His breath came out in white puffs through the thick scarf that he had wrapped around his face.  His fingers were frozen as well as his toes.  He was oddly surprised that the car dying was what stranded him.  The roads had been so slick and hardly plowed at all.  He was certain he would have run off the road first.  

Doug honestly loved Christmas,he loved seeing the christmas lights and decorations go up and it was nice to spend time with your loved ones.Losing his father six years ago had been hard but Nick had always been there for him,he was really looking forward to spending Christmas with him. Doug had been lucky,his father introduced him to the life at 13 but he went above and beyond to ensure he had a normal life and a good education. Nick then saw him through the rest of school,and then college. At Doug’s graduation he made sure his pride and joy were felt,though Doug didn’t exactly appreciate his enthusiasm. 

There had severe weather warnings on the news but Doug really wanted to get a tree for the apartment,not that Nick would allow it. The other issue would be getting it secured to the car and back home. He couldn’t resist going to the forest, though the woods brought many memories back for the young hunter. Some,good some bad,but he cherished them all. Nick would probably start worrying soon,but he had his phone so he could text him and let him know where he was. It was cold though,very cold. He’d wrapped up best he could but the chill in the wind was biting,maybe it was time to go back now. Reaching the end of the clearing,where the forest ended and the the dirt road started,that’s when he saw a tall figure. When he got closer he saw who it was,and his breath hitched. Sam Winchester,first he’d met Dean and now his younger brother Sam. The excitement within him soon died down when he realizes the famous hunter was shivering,how long had he been out here? Was he lost? Doug didn’t wait to find out,moving towards him.