Not half an hour later they were at Mr. Shaw's the old man leading them inside, a lit cigarette in his mouth. But something told Harriet that the man wasn't going to be especially cooperative.
"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a..."
"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam interrupted him. The man took a long drag of his cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke and responded with a nod.
"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean tried reasoning with him but gets nothing in response, "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Mr Shaw still doesn't say a word.
Harriet adopted a more gentle stance to her brothers not wanting to scare the man then they should have to , "Mr. Shaw, if we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."
"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make," he contested shaking his head and eased himself into a nearby chair, "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."
Harriet scoffed inwardly, thinking the man had no idea what she's seen in her young life that couldn't scare her. She approached and sat down across from him, leaned forward looking into his eyes searching for the answer, "Mr. Shaw, what did you see?"
For a couple of seconds there was silence, and what the young Winchester saw flashing across his eyes was fear, she doesn't mean to cause the old man such distressing and painful memories, "Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard," he explained to her.
"It came at night?" Sam asked Mr Shaw cutting in, the old man nodded in response, "Got inside your tent?"
Mr. Shaw corrected the young man and shook his head after the last question was asked, "It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming."
"So it killed them?" Harriet inquiries gently as she could.
"Dragged them off into the night," He shook his head, "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since," he paused in thought before opening some of his shirt collar and showed them on his shoulder three long scars that ran from his front to the collar bone, "Did leave me this, though," Those scars certainly didn't come from the likes of a bear that's for sure, "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon."
"Well thank you for your time Mr. Shaw," Harriet thanked him, the three siblings stood up and walked out the door of the apartment. Soon as they got outside the apartment Harriet shivered briefly, an unnerving chill travelling down her spine told her they were dealing with something far, far worse than she thought.
The three Winchesters now stood by the parked Impala late at night, Dean had the trunk open being propped up by his shotgun as he rummaged through the cars weapons stash.
"We aren't seriously letting that Haley chick go up to Blackwater Ridge," Harriet leaned in voicing her concerns.
"It's not exactly safe with whatever is out there," Sam knew his sister had a point, leaning in on the other side.
"Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" Dean asked in disbelief of his siblings and shaking his head.
"Yeah," they both responded together seriously, as Dean briefly looked to Harriet then Sam thinking they've gone insane.
"Are you both crazy?" he exclaimed.
"Well it isn't," Sam defiantly stared back at him as Dean felt his sisters unnerving gaze on him, "Because it would make her think twice about getting into any danger."
"Look guys... her brother's missing. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend," Dean reasoned picking up the duffle bag,
"So, finding Dad's not enough?" Harriet shook her head, slammed the weapons box lid and the trunk angrily, "Now we gotta babysit too?"
Dean stares back at them both and they respond shrugging their shoulders equally, "What?"
"Nothing," he answered pretending he's fine chucked the duffel in Harriet's direction who thankfully caught it and walked off as his siblings stared after him.
They are now at a nearby motel Harriet, Sam and Dean are now walking the length of a corridor, the walls lined with rooms on either side.
"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls," Dean said, as the siblings went into their hunter mode.
"So it's probably something else, something corporeal," Sam took a guess.
Harriet nodded her head, "I totally agree, definitely something corporeal."
"Corporeal? Excuse me, professors," Dean looked over at the twins, mocking them.
"Shut up dumb ass," she countered, as they came to a stop in the corridor her and Sam both glared back at him in annoyance, "If you think you're so clever Einstein, then what do you think?"
"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it," they stare at each other in silence for a couple of mins after Dean had finished speaking.
Awhile later Sam gasped awake after having what only felt like a few hours sleep, yet it was only 2:00am. He sat up a dark dingy motel room greeting him, Dean fast asleep in the bed next to him softly snoring away and he now noticed the sheets on Harriet's side was cold and empty beside him. There was only one place he would find his sister forgetting her troubles. Slipping out of bed quietly, Sam slid on his hoody and shoes not caring about his sleeping attire.
He left the room closing it softly shut behind him, going down the corridor to a door on the left hand side and goes out of it. Took a flight of stairs up to the roof access, which was left opened. There she was staring vacantly up at the dark midnight sky perched on the wall, anger in her eyes and a lit cigarette nearly finished in her left hand taking a drag and exhaling white smoke into the air as it disappeared.
"You had the same nightmare about Luis again, didn't you?" He came and sat beside her.
"I keep reliving it over and over again," she took another drag blew out more smoke, dropped the finished cigarette and stomped it out, "We kept having those nightmares months before Sam of just watching them die and we didn't do anything."
"It happened Harriet," Sam pulled his sister into his arms as she started crying uncontrollably and let her sob into his shoulder not caring it soaked his jumper, "We can't keep blaming ourselves over this no matter how hard we try to," he ran his fingers through Harriet's hair, trying to calm her.
Despite their efforts to get some sleep and after having talked things through. They both still agreed that it was best to keep Dean out of the loop on this for the time being. But from Dean's side of things they still looked tired as hell the next day, probably having only had two hours sleep plus the nightmares they'd been having. They still wouldn't say a word about them and carry on like it's nothing, even with such loss and pain in their eyes.
Now pulling up just outside the forest, they see Haley, Ben and some older guy who they had never seen before. The siblings step out of the Impala grabbing their respective bags as they close the doors and approach.
"You guys got room for a few extra more?" Dean asked putting on a friendly smile; wasn't like they could no to them now.
"Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asked looking at them.
"Who are these people?" The guy asked with resentment, gesturing at the three.
"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue," Haley offered too sarcastically for Harriet's liking, the girl was nice when they met don't get her wrong, but maybe just got on her nerves slightly.
"Well, the department is a little tight on money right now and they can't issue a massive search on your brother who, technically, in their eyes isn't missing," she curtly gave a valid yet believable explanation, before walking ahead past everyone with Sam beside her and towards the woods, ignoring the girls scornful look.
"You're rangers?" the guy asked with disbelief, staring at the three of them as if they were something dirty. Harriet was already getting bad vibes from him.
"That's right," Dean grinned back at him while.
"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley asked sarcastically looking over the three rangers attire.
"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts," Dean looked down at himself and then back up smirking at her before heading past.
"What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt," the guy questioned moodily.
"No, shit Sherlock," Harriet snapped bitterly, not realizing she said it out loud when everyone turned to look at her.
Dean glared at her briefly before covering with an excuse, "Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all," he now headed past his siblings.
It was a few hours later and the six of them were hiking up through dense forest and Harriet used to love it. At least she was happy to be at the back with Sam and not anywhere near Roy, the guy just irritated her for all the right reasons, he was one of those people who thought they were better than others. She really hated those kind of people.
"Roy, you said you did a little hunting," Dean spoke up breaking the long silence, trying to start a conversation as the hike up got just got much more awkward.
"Probably, rats," Harriet scoffed, making fun of him. He had been talking nonstop about himself. Sam nudged her in the side, she looked to him as they exchanged equal smirks in return. She knew he didn't like Roy either.
"Yeah, more than a little," he answered arrogantly, glaring at the young woman as she scoffed again.
"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean asked trying to hide the smirk coming to his face while Harriet and Sam knowingly rolled their eyes.
"Mostly buck, sometimes bear," Roy offered smugly.
"Tell me, uh...Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean joked as he went pass Roy. But suddenly out the blue the animal hunter tugged him back by his jacket. About to move forward Sam took Harriet by the arm, preventing her going any further, "Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asked Roy who now picked up a stick and poked a bear trap he could of nearly stepped into.
Taking a sigh of relief, and, even she hated to think it, Harriet was secretly thankful for Roy saving her big brothers leg... but she will never admit it to the man.
"You should watch where you're stepping... ranger," he mocked Dean as he dropped the stick and walked on ahead a smirk on his face.
"It's a bear trap," Dean stated lamely.
They got over the situation and got back on track again. Harriet was had since started walking with her older brother, when Haley now caught up to them both. Let's just say she was starting to get suspicious of the three rangers.
"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers," Haley grabbed Dean's arm so he stopped and so did Harriet who eyed the girls hand with a threatening glare, "So who the hell are you?"
Sam looked ahead to his brother and being as stubborn like she usually is Harriet stayed put where she was.
"Sam, Harriet they're my brother and sister, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat," Dean clarified honestly to her as she looked at them sympathetically.
"No it's okay, I don't know why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Haley asked, accepting his apology with a playful gaze. Harriet had since gone to stand beside Sam a short distance from them, in which little privacy was given.
"I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman ...ever," Harriet loudly cleared her throat. Her older brother took a pause and sighed, "Apart from my obnoxious pain in the ass sister; so we okay?"
She paused, before accepting with a smile glad to have been told the truth finally, "Yeah, okay."
"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean cheekily asked, pulling out a packet of M&M's from his bag, crunching away on them and walked on.
"Hey, I'm sorry... about earlier. I know you're worried about your brother," Harriet apologised, as she walked with Haley behind her brother.
"It's ok Harriet, I understand. You're looking for your dad and I'm looking for my brother, honestly we're good," Haley smiled, just to show she meant it.
"We'll find Ben, Haley, that something I can promise. My brothers and I may not be rangers but we know how to do this sort of thing and we're good at it... if anyone can find your brother it'll be us," Harriet reassured as the woman who looked over at her, but could see she was cracking slightly.
"Do you think he's okay?" Haley asked and Harriet couldn't give a right or wrong answer...lying was the last thing she wanted to do it made her feel bad and giving her false hope when, either her brother could be dead... Harriet just prayed and hoped he was alive.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's the situation with your dad?" Haley asked timidly, hoping that she wasn't touching on a personal matter," Harriet's wasn't always one to opening up completely to strangers, but felt she could with her it felt good to talk to another woman again after losing her best friend.
"We don't know... he disappeared a month or so ago, we've called hospitals and checked morgues... it's like he's vanished off the face of the earth," Harriet explained sadly.
"I'm sorry, but I'm sure you'll find him eventually," Haley assured her before they both returned to walking in silence.