Catfish Fever

“There’s Dean’s car,” Sam proclaimed, as the pickup neared the end of the lane in the woods.

“Sweet ride,” remarked Sonny. “What is it, a ‘67? ‘66?”

“Um, ‘67,” answered the slightly distracted hunter, his thoughts now revolving around his brother.

“What’s she got, a 396?” queried the kid, as he eased his truck beside the Impala.

“Huh? What?” asked Sam, shifting his gaze to the driver with a baffled expression on his face.

“What size engine?” he repeated, enunciating each word slowly.

Sam shook his head, answering, “I don’t know,” before bolting from the truck.

Sonny remained seated behind the wheel for a moment, finding it strange that Sam had no idea what was under the Impala’s hood. He was now getting the impression that Sam wasn’t a man’s man. “I hope he ain’t no dainty boy,” he mumbled as he exited the vehicle.

While the younger Winchester checked out the car, Sonny went to the back of the pickup and started to unload their gear. “Could use a little help here,” he said loudly, carefully lifting an air tank from the bed of the truck.

Sam went over to the pickup, his face a mask of concern, and helped the boy unload the gear.

“Listen, Sam,” began the kid. “I can see that you’re worried about that partner of yours, but he went through training, right? He’s encountered weird things before. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right,” answered the hunter, not wholly convinced that Dean was okay.

“We’ll probably have to make two trips,” advised Sonny. “And you best be careful with that tank. Don’t go hitting it against something or you’ll risk blowing yourself up. And I sure wouldn’t want to explain that to your bosses at the Bureau. They’d probably arrest me for reckless endangerment or something.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Sonny,” replied Sam, eyeing the remaining gear. “I think we can take it all in one trip. I can carry a little extra.”

“If you say so. But watch out for that - ”

“ - Dude!” interjected Sam, somewhat annoyed. “I know about the damn tank. I’m not gonna hit it against anything.”

Sonny looked up at the agent. “Safety first,” he answered coolly, irked by the tone in Sam’s voice.

With their arms laden with gear, they followed the trail into the woods.

“I’m sorry,” apologized Sam, trudging behind the boy. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just worried about Dean. My gut tells me something’s wrong.”

“Well, you gotta trust your gut, daddy always says. If you think something’s wrong, then we’ll make it right. We’ll find your partner, Sam. And if this mermaid has him, then we’ll get her ass too.” He chortled, adding, “We’ll have us one hulluva fish fry.”

The hunter chuckled at Sonny’s comments.

When the boy reached the edge of the river, he stopped. “Oh, man, this don’t look good. This don’t look good at all,” he said.

“What? What is it?” queried Sam, still a few paces behind.

The kid pointed to the bottom of the bank. “That look familiar?” he asked.

Sam sidestepped a cluster of palmettos and joined Sonny. Looking down at the bottom of the bank, he saw Dean’s clothes piled on a concrete slab.

“That’s Dean’s,” the hunter remarked, his face turning pale. He placed his gear on the ground, looking up and down the river for any sign of his brother. Cupping his hands to his mouth, he shouted, “Dean! Dean!”

Sonny pulled on Sam’s arm. “What the hell are you doing?” he said with disdain. “You trying to scare off our prey? You can’t go around screaming like that! That thing will hear you.”

The younger Winchester didn’t reply. His worried eyes continued to scan the waterway, hoping beyond anything that he’d see some glimpse of his brother.

Sonny prodded Sam on. They followed the slope down to the river’s edge before readying themselves for their dive. The kid tossed a buoy with a dive flag into the river. “This ain’t much of a boating river, but there’s some people who run their john boats up and down here. We sure don’t want no propellers hacking us to pieces. Like I said - safety first.”

As they put on their dive gear, the boy explained how dark the Washita’s waters were in comparison to the lake where they had dove the day before. The boy wanted to take special precautions by running a guideline from above the waterline to the cave itself.

“The nearest cave is about three hundred yards down river. Once we go stirring up the water, the silt can be a nightmare,” he explained. “The entrance is near the river bottom, but the tunnel ain’t that long. Should anything happen to me, you can use the line to find your way out.”

The gravity of the situation then dawned on Sam. He didn’t want to risk this kid’s life. “Maybe I should go alone. This could be dangerous and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Pfft,” Sonny sounded, rolling his eyes. “I’m a noodler. Can’t get more dangerous than that!”

“I’m serious, Sonny. This thing has already killed - ”

“ - I’m not some stupid idiot. I know what I’m doing. You need to worry about your own ass, not mine. This is my playground, my turf. I ain’t afraid of nothing in these waters, even if it’s a god-dang mermaid!” the boy protested. “Now, stop pussyfooting around. Let’s find this thing and kill it, once and for all.”

Sonny placed the flare gun and a couple of extra flares into the waterproof pouch attached to the belt around his waist. As he tightened the chord of his flashlight around his wrist, he said, “We’ll let the current take us downstream. We won’t go under ‘til we near the entrance. I wanna secure my line to a tree above ground first.” He then grabbed a coil of rope that he had painted bright orange in one hand, while the other grabbed his spear gun. “You ready?”

Sam tightened his grip on his weapon, nodding in reply.

The two then leapt into the murky water. Sonny grabbed hold of the buoy as the current eased them down stream.

When they reached their destination, the boy swam over to the bank where an old oak tree grew out of the side of the ridge. Years of erosion had exposed several thick, gnarled roots. Wedging his spear gun into one of the roots so that he could freely use his hands, Sonny then tied one end of the rope to one of the tree’s anchors. Once he had determined that his knot would hold, he prepared to go under, motioning for Sam to grab hold of the rope as he followed. The two then disappeared under the water’s surface…



“Ooh, you’ve got a pretty one, Cherry,” said a blonde mermaid.

“I want him!” whined another with long black hair.

“NO! I want him!” screeched yet another.

Despite Dean’s precarious predicament, a smug smile came to his face. Of course, all these ‘women’ found him desirable - he was Dean Winchester after all, notorious lady’s man.

“I found him! He’s mine!” proclaimed Cherry, as an argument broke out amongst the mermaids over who had the right to the hunter’s sperm.

“ENOUGH!” yelled a mermaid with long white hair.

Dean thought she must have been the leader, since the others immediately stopped bickering.

“What I say goes,” she continued. “And I say: he’s mine!”

She then glided over to the side of the pool where Cherry waited, only feet from the elder Winchester.

Cherry spun around. “Oh, no you don’t, Nelya!” she spat back in defiance. “I found him! I captured him! He’s mine!”

“I’m the oldest here, and I say he’s mine,” the mermaid called Nelya snarled in reply.

“If you want him, you’ll have to go through me,” warned Cherry, staring coldly at the white-haired mermaid.

The mounting tension was so thick; you could cut it with a knife. The rest of the mermaids remained frozen, apprehensively watching the scene unfolding before them.

Even Dean Winchester paused, wondering what would happen next.

Nelya slapped Cherry across the face, sending the mermaid’s head reeling to the side.

Cherry reached out and grabbed handfuls of Nelya’s hair. She wildly slung the older mermaid’s head about. Not a second later, most of the other mermaids joined in, fighting over the sperm of their captive.

One mermaid cried out, “The babies! The babies!” as she swam around, gathering the clusters of eggs in her arms, steering them away from the fighting women. Another one quickly joined her, moving the eggs to the far side of the pool.

“Oh, man. Catfight!” said Dean excitedly. He stared wide-eyed as the mermaids fought one another. Even though they had the bodies of fish below the waist, his eyes remained fixed on the upper half of their mortal-shaped bodies. Amid their flailing arms, their glistening breasts bounced in the shadowy light.

“Ooh,” he sounded, seeing one of the mermaids whack another with her tail, leaving the recipient dazed.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Dean found himself highly aroused by the fighting women-fish. He looked down at his growing member and growled, “Stop that!” Yet, his penis had a mind of its own, and refused to obey that order.

His eyes went back to the women, watching as their long, wet hair slapped against their naked skin.

Man, this is better than porn, mused the hunter.

“Look!” shouted one of the mermaids, pointing out Dean’s erection. “He’s ready! He’s ready!”

The women stopped their thrashing.

“We can share him,” suggested the mermaid that was pointing at the elder Winchester. “We’ll preserve his body until he fertilizes the last of our eggs.”

Seeing that the attention was now back on him, Dean twisted his lower extremities toward the wall, trying to hide his engorged member.

“That’s a great idea, River,” said Nelya delightedly. “He’s young, and buff. There’s plenty of him to go around.” She then turned to Cherry, whose chest was still heaving from their brawl. “You can have the first go, sweetie.”

All the mermaids then glided through the wavy pool toward Dean.

The hunter frantically tried to think un-sexy thoughts, hoping his dick would go limp before the mermaid reached him. He continued to try to protect his package by keeping it close to the rocky wall.

“Don’t be so shy, honey,” said Cherry, ogling Dean as she drifted closer.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit, thought the elder Winchester, now rubbing his bindings against the metal ring with a renewed intensity.

“We’ll make beautiful babies together,” the mermaid continued, as she pulled herself up on the rocky ledge. Licking her lips provocatively, she flapped her tail on the slick surface, inching closer to the trapped Winchester.

The return of Dean’s fear diminished his desire - his manhood was rapidly shrinking. When the creature was within striking distance, he mustered all his strength and kicked at her. Yet, Cherry was unnaturally fast, and merely bent her body backwards as his bound legs went swishing before her.

“Now, now, violence isn’t the answer,” she cautioned.

Her sisters-in-fish gathered tightly around the edge of the pool, as Cherry once again neared Dean.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” the redheaded mermaid said. “In fact, I think you’ll quite enjoy the ex- ”

The words died on her lips. Dean’s eyes widened as a long, pointed metal object penetrated the flesh between her breasts.

There was a moment of shocked silence, followed by gasps, then cries of anguish as several mermaids attended to Cherry while the others spun around in search of intruders.

During the earlier ruckus, Sam and Sonny had popped into the pool, unnoticed. While the mermaids were busy fighting, the pair had swam over to a darkened section of the cave where they had climbed upon the rock lip and prepared to make battle.

Sam pulled the trigger on his weapon, sending another bolt whizzing through the air. An unsuspecting mermaid got nailed in the throat. Her gurgled cries were lost amid the echoing screams of the others.

Sam then took off, running along the perimeter of the pool.

Nelya’s mouth dropped open abnormally wide, as she let out a high-pitch screech that threatened to burst the mortals’ eardrums.

“That’s it, bitch. Open wide,” mumbled Sonny, as he aimed his flare gun at her mouth. The boy pulled the trigger, sending the fiery projectile at his intended target. The flare zipped through the air so fast that the mermaid had no time to react. The flare lodged in her throat before bursting, frying her insides. “Burn, bitch, burn,” he chortled.

Another mermaid then shot out of the water by Sonny’s feet. She grabbed hold of his ankle, yanking him toward the pool. The boy dropped onto his butt, leaning forward in an attempt to prevent his air tank from colliding with the rock. As he slid into the water, he lost his grip on the flare gun, which fell onto the rocky ridge with a clatter. Sonny then grabbed the knife strapped to his calf. Reaching down toward the creature’s hand that firmly gripped his ankle; he slashed the sharp blade across her flesh. A plume of crimson escaped from the gash. She cried out, bubbles engulfing the two. The strike was enough that she released her hold on the boy.

Sonny then shot out of the water, his blade at the ready.

“Damn, bro, what took you so long?” asked the older Winchester when his brother finally reached him.

“Just be glad we found you,” answered Sam, feverishly cutting at the rope.

“My junk thanks you,” answered Dean. “I was almost the father of a thousand tad poles, man.”

“Sam! Behind you!” shouted the boy from across the pool.

Before Sam could spin around, another mermaid had leapt onto his back. He lost his balance and fell to the stone floor, as the creature wrapped her arms around his neck, choking the young hunter.

With his hands now free (but his feet still tied), Dean grabbed handfuls of the creature’s long, dark hair, and pulled.

The mermaid wailed in pain, easing her grip on Sam. She then lunged for Dean, who merely caught her in his arms. Lifting her over his head, he body-slammed her on top of a stalagmite, the rocky spike penetrating her midsection.

While down on the ground, Sam worked on the bindings around Dean’s ankles.

Another flare lit up the cave. Missing its intended target, the flare ricocheted against the cave’s wall before sputtering out in the pool.

“Damn it!” barked Sonny, angry that he had missed one of the beastly women.

Eight mermaids remained. However, one by one they began to disappear under the water’s surface. Only one stayed, protectively guarding the eggs.

Sonny perched himself on the edge of the ridge, re-loading his flare gun.

“Get her, kid!” shouted Dean.

By the time Sonny pointed his weapon, the mermaid had slipped under the water.

Dean and Sam began to make their way around the pool toward Sonny.

“We need to destroy the eggs!” warned Dean, pointing to the gooey floating islands. “If they hatch, we’ll have mer-bitches everywhere.”

“Sonny, see if the flare will burn the eggs,” suggested Sam to the kid.

The boy got to his feet, and went around the pool to where the Winchester brothers stood.

“Man, this ain’t gonna kill ‘em,” he said, eyeing the disgusting, gooey-looking eggs. “They’re too wet. We need something flammable, like gas or something.”

“What about one of the tanks?” asked Sam.

“And just how would we get out with only one tank and three people?” answered Sonny. “No way, man. We’ll have to come back for the eggs. Right now, we need to get the hell outta here. There’s still eight more of those things swimming around here.”

“They’re probably waiting for us,” said Dean, eyeing the pool with trepidation. “They’ll try to drown us as we escape.”

“Yeah, probably,” answered Sonny. “We’ll just have to kill the bitches when we come across ‘em. Don’t know what else we can do.” The boy turned his gaze toward Dean. “You got yourself in one hell of a mess, you know that,” he said with a shake of his head.

Dean shrugged it off.

“Well, there ain’t nothing we can do now but find our way out,” he continued, placing his flare gun back in its waterproof pouch. “You can share my air since Sam here is new to diving,” he said to Dean. Sonny then pulled off the mask that dangled around his neck. “You can use this. I don’t need it.”

All three then turned toward the pool. Three of the dead mermaids floated on the water’s surface. Sonny gave Dean a quick run down on how they’d share the respirator.

“Keep your knife handy, Sam. I have a feeling that you’ll probably need it. If you see something move, stab it.”

“Just make sure it’s not one of us,” chimed in Dean. “Hey! Wait a second.” The elder Winchester pulled one of the torches from the wall. He dunked it in the pool, extinguishing the flame before using it to drag one of the corpses toward the rock ledge.

“What are you doing?” asked Sam, watching his brother.

“I need a weapon. Might as well reuse one of the spears, right?”

“Good idea,” answered Sonny, looking apprehensively at the pool. “No doubt them bitches are gonna ambush us. The more weapons, the better.”

After Dean had plucked his weapon free from the mermaid formerly known as Cherry, all three slipped into the water.

They then disappeared beneath the surface of the pool, swimming lower and lower toward the cave’s exit.

Sure enough, a couple of mermaids were waiting for them at the mouth of the cave, barring their exit. All three men tightened their grips on their weapons, anticipating combat in unfamiliar territory.

The creatures thrust upward from the bottom of the pool, stirring up silt, which further obscured the trio’s already poor visibility. Both Sam and Sonny lashed their knives at the mermaids, but the beasts were prepared. They swiftly swung their tails around, striking the men’s arms in an attempt to dislodge the weapons from their grasp. Sonny lost his, the blade spiraling downward, disappearing into the cloudy particles that engulfed them.

Dean then pushed himself forward. He drove his spear toward one of the mermaids. She flung her tail as she had done with Sonny, hitting the elder Winchester’s arm. Instead of dislodging the weapon from the elder Winchester’s grasp, she increased the spears momentum, driving it upwards, through the bottom of her chin. Blood and bubbles spewed from the mermaid. Dean continued to clutch the weapon as she thrashed around, trying to free herself. Only a few seconds later, she stopped moving altogether.

Sam caught the other one by the hair, wrestling with her underwater. He stabbed at the fishy portion of her body several times.

Sonny tapped Dean on the shoulder, before switching the respirator from the hunter’s mouth to his own. With his arm still clinging to the elder Winchester, he dove a bit deeper, feeling around on the floor for his blade.

Dean watched Sam. At opportune moments, he’d kick at the mermaid, making a point to strike her where streams of blood rushed from her scaly green flesh.

The actions of the elder Winchester helped to divert the creature’s attention, allowing Sam to run his blade along her throat. Dean watched as his brother’s face became hidden by a curtain of blood and bubbles. Sam then pushed the body away and gave his brother a thumbs-up in gratitude.

With Sonny now having retrieved his knife, the trio began to make their way through the tunnel. The other mermaids were nowhere to be seen. Both Sam and Sonny shone their flashlights around, searching for the remaining six creatures.

Dean, seeing the sunlight shining above on the river’s surface, pulled free from Sonny’s grasp and swam, soaring upwards.

Both the boy and Sam followed.

They then saw something splash hard into the water above. As the bubbles settled, they saw that it was a mermaid. Amidst the blood, small fragments slowly spiraled down in the murky water.

The guys moved their legs faster, knowing that the mermaids were lurking somewhere close by, waiting to attack when the men least expected it.

Dean’s head was the first to pop out of the water. He gasped for breath, treading water, his head spinning in all directions for any sign of the enemy. He was stunned to see two mermaids floating down river, apparently dead.

Bubbles rose up beside him. Dean knew they were coming from one of his companions. Seeing the orange rope floating on the river, he grabbed hold of it and began to pull himself toward the bank. Suddenly, a mermaid sprang up from behind and jumped on the hunter’s back, sending him under the water.

BOOM! A shot rang out, echoing along the banks of the river.

The creature flew off the elder Winchester’s back. Dean darted out of the water, coughing up the liquid he had swallowed. Quickly turning, he watched the mermaid fall forward, face first, onto the water. The back of her head was missing, chunks of brain matter and bone rained down onto the river before sinking into the murky water.

He looked around for the sniper, as Sonny and Sam broke the water’s surface.

“Did you hear that?” shouted Dean, frantically searching the woods along either side of the waterway. “Did you hear that gun shot?”

Just then, the three remaining mermaids popped out of the water, several feet away from their prey, in need of air.

Before anyone had time to react, three rapid shots were fired. The guys watched in shock as the back of all three creatures’ heads blew out, splattering bone, brain and blood onto the river like chum.

They then turned toward the sound of the gun blast. Wisps of smoke rose from the leafy limbs of the oak tree that protruded from the embankment. Concealed behind the branches was Katie, lying on her belly on the trunk of the tree with her Kalashnikov clutched in her hands. She was still peering through the scope, making sure the mermaids were dead.

“Y’all alright?” she then asked, pushing the branches aside to get a better look at the guys.

“Katie?” said an out of breath Sonny.

The girl scooted down along one of the roots, making herself visible to the others.

“Girl, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” said her brother gratefully.

“Y’all alright?” she repeated. “Sam?” she queried, fixing her eyes on the handsome hunter.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” answered Sam, as he began to swim over toward the tree with the others.

“How many more of them creatures are there?” she asked, her eyes scanning the surface of the river.

“I think that’s it,” answered Sam. “We killed several of them in the cave.”

Katie nodded, then shifted her gaze to her brother. “Sonny, you best go get them bodies before someone else sees ‘em. Don’t know how the hell we’d explain that!”

Before Sonny took off, he cut the rope attached to the tree’s root, figuring that he could use that to aid him in towing the corpses back. He then floated off down the river, gathering the mermaids’ remains.

Katie slung her rifle to her back, helping Sam onto the tree.

Dean remained in the water, clinging to a branch.

“You coming?” she said to Sam’s partner.

The elder Winchester looked awkwardly at his brother. “Dude! I’m naked here.”

Sam smiled. It wasn’t too often Dean was overcome with modesty.

“Please!” spat the girl. “It ain’t like I’ve never seen a pecker before.”

“Come on, Dean,” the younger hunter chuckled. “It’s not like Katie’s never seen a pecker before.”

The girl shook her head, and turned away from the older agent. She crawled along the trunk of the tree to the top of the embankment. Once on land, she turned and looked upon Dean’s nakedness as he climbed up on one of the roots of the tree.

“Damn, now I see why you’re all embarrassed. You’ve got a small pecker.”

“Hey!” shot back Dean defensively. “The water’s cold. There’s shrinkage involved here.”

“Yeah, shrinkage,” Katie sniggered in amusement. “Whatever you say.” She shook her head, keeping an eye on her brother, as Dean muttered angrily under his breath.

When the brothers had reached the top of the bank, Katie told Sam to take his partner to the spot where his clothing still remained. She’d wait where she was until Sonny had collected all the bodies.

Dean bitched throughout the trek through the woods. The underbrush and thickets were murder on his bare feet and legs. He had pleaded for Sam to give him a piggyback ride, but there was no way the younger Winchester was about to allow his naked brother on his back.

When Sonny had retrieved the dead mermaids, Katie followed along the bank as her brother swam close by. By the time they reached the game trail where the Winchesters waited, Dean was fully dressed. They lugged the bodies up the slope before placing them in a pile. The creatures’ bodies were then dowsed with gasoline before being set ablaze.

Popping open a cold beer, Dean did his best Ian Gillan impersonation, singing, “Smoke on the water, fire in the sky.”

He then offered the two Truluck kids a beer.

“Dean, they’re minors,” remarked Sam. “You can’t go around giving them beer.”

“Aw, come on, Sammy,” answered his older brother. “We’ve been fishing. Beer and fishing go hand-in-hand. One beer’s not gonna hurt ‘em.”

“Yeah, Sam. One beer’s not gonna hurt us,” said Sonny, taking the can from Dean’s hand.

The elder hunter dug into the cooler and pulled out another cold beverage. “Here you go, little lady.”

“Thanks,” Katie answered, taking the Miller from the agent.

“I’ve gotta say you’re one helluva shot,” said Dean impressively. “Not too often I run into a hot chick with sniper skills.”

“It’s all in a day’s work,” she answered, popping the can open, and taking a sip.

Sam then said, “How’d you find us, Katie? I mean, your timing couldn’t have been any better. How’d you know where to find us?”

“Well,” she began, locking her eyes on the handsome agent. “Simple deduction, I guess. I couldn’t help but notice that Sonny was getting his diving gear together, so I figured y’all were probably gonna go hunt that creature in the water. Any dumb ass would’ve figured out that a spear gun ain’t gonna cut it. So, I thought that I better follow with some real fire power, and brought Special K with me - ”

“Special K?” queried Sam, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Yeah, my Kalashnikov. My rifle. Don’t much care for commies, but I sure do like their weapons. They make a mighty fine rifle.”

“A toast,” Dean then said, raising his can. “Let’s drink to Katie and Special K, who came in and saved the day.” He then paused. A wide grin came to his face. “Hey, that rhymed.” The hunter chuckled. “I guess I’m a poet and didn’t know it.”

The others rolled their eyes.

“I guess I don’t need to tell you two to keep this whole thing… quiet,” said Sam, all business-like.

“I think we kinda figured that out for ourselves, Sam,” answered Sonny. “I’ve been ridiculed for what I thought I saw… Ain’t no way I’m gonna mention anything about mermaids - they’d probably lock me up in some insane asylum or something. Nope, mum’s the word.”

Sam’s eyes then turned to Katie, who watched as the flames licked away at the flesh of the creatures.

“Katie?” the younger Winchester said, fixing his eyes on the petite blonde. “What about you? Can you keep this secret?”

She looked up at Sam, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I’d do anything you ask of me, Sam. Of course, I can keep this secret.”

Once the bodies were burned to their skeletal remains, the foursome sunk them in the river. Sonny dove back down into the cave, and destroyed the eggs before they could hatch.

With their mission accomplished, it was then time for Sam and Dean to leave little Pauls Valley, Oklahoma.

The Trulucks walked with them back to the vehicles.

“I guess this is it,” said Katie miserably, sad that Sam was leaving so soon.

“Yeah, I guess so,” answered Sam, his discomfort obvious.

“Do you think… ” the girl paused, biting her lip, having second thoughts about what she was about to ask the agent.

“What is it?” asked the younger hunter, quite interested in what she was going to say.

Katie took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Do you think I could have a kiss, for saving your life and all?”

Dean burst out laughing on the other side of the Impala, finding it highly amusing that his brother had a groupie.

“Ah, er, um,” stammered Sam in response.

“Oh, come on, Sammy. Give the girl a kiss. She did save our asses, after all,” encouraged a smiling Dean.

“Uh, um, okay,” answered the younger hunter.

Puckering his lips, Sam leaned down to give Katie a kiss on the cheek. When he neared the girl, she placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing his lips to meet hers. She then rammed her tongue into his mouth, catching Sam off guard. He couldn’t believe that a girl who weighed in at around a hundred pounds soaking wet had possessed such strength to pull off a stunt like that.

Dean cracked up, finding the scene amusing and quite entertaining.

When Sam finally managed to pull himself away, he was left breathless. “Yeah, see ya,” he said quickly before jumping into the Impala.

“Don’t be strangers,” said Sonny, as Dean started the car. “Come by and visit us whenever you pass through this neck of the woods.”

“We’ll do that,” answered Sam, wiping his mouth. “Take care.”

Katie stared dreamily at Sam, as the car backed up, then turned, and headed down the lane to the sound of Ted Nugent’s Cat Scratch Fever, which blared from the Impala’s speakers.

“Well, that’s that,” said Sonny, watching as the car rounded the corner and disappeared.

“I’m in love,” said his sister with a sigh.

“Damn, Katie. You don’t even know him!” replied Sonny in disgust.

“Sam’s my soul mate,” she responded in a faraway voice.

“You know, you always have to ruin what should’ve been a good brother-sister bonding moment. Them hormones are gonna get you in trouble one day,” he chastised, heading back to the driver side of his truck.

“Sonny Truluck - you don’t know a dang thing about love,” his sister snapped back.

“I know I love to embarrass you any chance I get,” he said as he opened up the door to his pickup. “You do know that you have a booger hanging out of your nose, don’t cha?”

“What?” Katie exclaimed, dashing to the driver’s side mirror of her Jeep.

Sonny chuckled as he started the engine of his truck. “Gets her every time,” he laughed, backing the vehicle out as his sister beat on the side of his truck, cursing at him for lying to her.

The events of that day left quite an impression on both Sonny and Katie. Their eyes were now opened to a world that they had never known existed. Little did the Winchesters know when they stopped over in that small Oklahoma town, that they would affect the lives of many, especially those in the Truluck family…