Hunting night One

Dean told Sam about the wolves and how they attacked too often. They pulled to the Reservation and saw a black 1969 ford mustang boss. Dean smirks. "Someone has good taste in cars," he said. Getting out, Sam followed him. "Dean, you said bodies were everywhere. Someone gave them graves." Sam said. Sam nudges Dean and nods over. Dyami was praying and finished covering the last body. He picks up his shovel and drinks water. He glanced at them. "You shouldn't be here. This is a burial ground, and the souls are not at rest," he said. Dean wanted to laugh. Sam nudges him. "Sorry, we just heard about the killings, and we're looking into it," he said. Dyami didn't believe him. "Just leave," he said, getting in his car and leaving. Dean laughs.

"Souls aren't at rest, really," he said. "Lost all the points for the car," he said and got his gun. "Dean, he is probably related to the people," Sam said and set up as they waited. Dyami changed into a wolf and returned to see the car still there. "Fucking hunters," he thought. He smelled the rival wolf clan and saw a wolf walk out. The boys kill it. Dyami ran off and changed and got dressed, and walked out. "I thought I told you to leave," he said. Dean looks. "We didn't know what are the spirits going to do," he said, laughing. Sam sighs. Dyami eyes flash yellow, and he punches Dean in the face. "You are being disrespectful to the dead," he said.

Dyami left, pissed off. Sam smirks and helps Dean up. "That was rude," he said. Sam looks at him. "You started it," he said. "anyway, I found the rest of the Reservation. The leader should be there, and we can talk to him for information." he said, and they got in the car and drove off. Like that, they see the same Mustang again. They heard yelling the boys stopped to listen. "Dad, I don't want to marry a woman. I don't find them sexually attractive," Dyami said. His father growls loudly.

"Find a wife or add another mark to that face of yours," he said. "Whatever, Dad, just do it," he said. His father makes a black line across his nose to match the two below his eyes, and Dyami pushes past Dean and Sam. "Sorry for my queen of a son," the man said. "Welcome. How may I help you" he said. "You and your son okay," Sam asks. "Yes, he is no longer going to be the next leader; his face marking shows that to the clan due to his sin," Max said. "Just because he is gay," Dean asks. Max nods. "We can't grow our clan that way," he said. "Okay, well, we are here to look into the killings," Sam said. Max nodded and spoke to them. When the boys walked out, they saw Dyami picking up his stuff, and his car was beaten to hell. He drove off. Dyami found a cheap hotel, checked in, and then went to find car parts. He put his earphones in and started to work on his car. "Fucking clan bullshit, oh, you're gay. Get out," he mumbles. Dean pulls in and checks in, and yawns. "That was awkward seeing him getting kicked out of his family," he said. Sam nods.

"Just for something so small," he said. They heard smashing and glass breaking. Dean rushed out, thinking something was hitting his car, and just saw Dyami hitting his Mustang and crying angrily. Dean ran up and took the metal bar "Chill," he said. Dyami looked at him. "Stay out of it," he said and sat down. Dean walks over to his car, opens the trunk, pulls a beer out, and hands it to him. "Me and my brother saw what happened to you," he said. Dyami sighed. "Great, you want to throw something at me too," he said and drank the beer. "Nah, man, just want to ensure you are okay," he said. "Plus, the car didn't do anything," he added. Dyami laughs. "No, your right, and I just gave myself more work fuck" he said and laid back. "Finding parts is hard enough," he groans. "I built that car from the bottom up," he said and sat up. Dean nods, impressed. "Sorry about your family; family can be a bitch sometimes," he said. Dyami waved his hand. "Face tattoos don't bother me. I am who I am, and they go with all my other tattoos, so I don't mind," he said, taking off his shirt. His chest and arms were covered in tribal ink. Dyami lays back down on the ground and smiles, feeling the sun. "Thanks for stopping me," he said and yawned. "No problem, don't stay out too long," Dean said and left. Dyami sat up, went to his room, lay on the bed, and fell asleep. Dean sighs and walks back into his room. Sam smiled. "Aw, a little bromance," he said. Dean hit him. "Shut up," he said. "The man's car didn't need to get beat up," he said and lay down. Dean shut his eyes, and a picture of Dyami with no shirt on flashed across his mind. Dean shot up, breathing. Sam was on his laptop. "Dude, you okay," he asks. Dean looks at him and walks out.