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Smoke poured from the burning trees and bushes. Ashes were everywhere on the ground and in the air floating by like snowflakes. Flames licked the sky all around them, but they made their way steadily up the slop of the mountain. Somewhere up there was the thing they sought. They had to get to it and they had to kill it.
"Sammy, how much further?" Dean yelled to his brother.
The sound was muffled by the firefighter mask he wore, but his brother heard him and sighed in exasperation. He was beginning to think he would never leave the nickname Sammy behind at least not with his family. His brother seemed to delight in aggravating him with it. "It's Sam her replied automatically." And he could hear the smirk behind his brother's mask, even though he couldn't see his face. "It shouldn't be to much further. We should be there soon," he replied wearily.
Both brothers were tired. They had driven the stolen jeep as far into the inferno as they could, but they had still been hiking in the burning woods for over an hour. The full garb of the firefighters that they wore protected them from the flames, but it sure didn't do anything to keep them cool. Sam stopped, pulled off his mask and took a quick drink from the canteen he pulled from his belt. A quick check of the map ensured they were headed in the right direction. He nodded at his brother wiped the sweat from his brow and replaced the mask.
Ten minutes later Sam topped the rocky ridge they'd been climbing and came to a sudden halt, eyes wide at the sight before him. He turned as quick as he could and ran back the way he had come. He grabbed his brother's arm on the way by, turned him and pulled him with him. "Time to go!" he shouted at his brother.
"Sam, what the hell?" Dean yelled at his brother as Sam started yanking him away from their goal. Dean tried to look over his shoulder to see what had his brother running scared, but all he saw was a huge burst of flame coming over the rocks where his brother had just been standing.
"Oh Shit," he said and turned to put his full concentration on their headlong flight back down the slope. Sam let go of his brother as soon as he was sure he was following. They stopped behind an outcropping of boulders a few hundred yards from the ridge. Sam removed his mask and looked at Dean. "We have a problem." He told his brother.
Dean removed his mask and wiped the sweat from his face before replying. "So I gathered." He took out his canteen and took a quick drink before continuing. "What's wrong?"
Sam glanced around the boulder and back up the slope. "It's not a Salamander," he told his brother.
"Great!" Dean shouted at his brother. "Then what the hell is it?" He asked looking around the other side of the boulder.
"Well…" Sam started, but didn't continue.
Dean looked at Sam who was now looking at him. Sam's eyes were wide his head tilted to the side and his eyebrows were raised as he tried to tell his brother what he'd seen. "It's… Um…"
"Sam… What is it," Dean shouted frustrated as his brothers inability to tell him. Before Sam could answer a deafening roar sounded from up the slope and Dean turned to look back the way they'd come. "Um… your right Sam, it's not a salamander," he whispered to himself. He could not believe what he was seeing. He closed his eyes and opened them again, but it was still there. "This is going to be a problem." he said.
The creature looking down on them was some twenty feet long with an additional ten feet of spiking tail. It sat on the rocky ridge it's tail rapped around one of the large boulders, it's glossy green wings spread out to a span nearly double it's length. It's short legs ending in four lethal looking claws barely held its body off the ground. The body itself was covered in overlapping green scales that ran the gauntlet from dark forest green to the bright green of new grass. It's wedged shaped spiked head was the size of a mans chest with to dark red orbs glittering in the sunlight as it searched the area below it's nest for the intruders that dared come so close.
Dean looked at his brother. "A Dragon, Sammy you didn't say anything about a dragon! You said it was a salamander!" He shouted.
Sam's wide eyes looked at his brother and Dean wanted to kill him when he's only reply was "Oops."