Sam's Reality: Cape Canaveral, Florida - Kennedy Space Center

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Leeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.

"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."

It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.

Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"

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Re: Some Time Later

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"Webbing," said Sam from where she hunkered nearby, scowling at the mess and trying to smooth down her arm hair. "And see these shiny spots?" She pointed to long scratches that looked almost like writing.

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Leeroy shuffled over to where she was and looked. "What 'bout 'em?"

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"Protective wards." She stood up and indicated that he should come with her. A quick glance at Rob, who stood watching their backs and she turned back to face the nest.

"You sure this is safe, Grandma?"

"Hunters don't come out in the light." Sam took a deep breath, then switched automatically to Latin and talked to God for moment before pointing her finger at the nest and pronouncing all bonds and boundaries broken.

The brightness of the scratches faded and the rebar started to list as the webs disintegrated.

And Sam suddenly felt Hunter very close.

She frowned and looked toward a big metal shed that stood nearby, then scowled. "There they are. Let's go see how they're getting in and out."

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Leeroy cast off his gloves and stuck them in his back pocket before grabbing his gun.

"Ladies first," he said, gesturing.

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She gave him an absent smirk and walked toward the bunker, unconsciously lifting her shotgun to both hands though she knew she wouldn't need it till nightfall.

They circled it in silence that was broken by Rob's low 'whoa' as they came to a huge hole ripped through the metal of the back wall.

"How did they miss that?" Sam scowled, looking at the clumps of dark fur on the edges of the rent.

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"Might be fresh," Leeroy said. "Lookit - in spots, the metal's still shiny where it was torn up. Either that or there's some kinda illusion keepin' the guards in th' dark."

He contemplated the hole for a few seconds. "We goin' in there?"

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"No...." she said absently, frowning at it and trying to understand what she was seeing.

Then her eyes went wide and she stepped back and to the side. "@#$$%&@! It's a portal...."

Her words were cut off as she whirled to face the Hunter that had come up behind them in the full light of day. Up went the shotgun, only to fly away at a blow from one clawed hand. The thing's other hand slammed into her stomach, and she doubled over and fell.

"NO!" cried Rob, filling the thing with silver.

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His gun was up and out and he too was firing silver-tipped incendiary rounds at the thing. He noticed Sam go down but there was nothing he could do until it was blasted straight back to wherever it came from.

...would you just die already?

It wasn't that Leeroy had any gifts, but his mind was scanning, searching for any sign from Sam. Something to make him believe she was still alive.

Because it was oddly silent right now.

[i_salted_dean]

The thing was nearly blown to pieces before it finally fell, and even then it continued to snarl and show its teeth till Rob put a spike through its skull.

Then he looked toward where Sam lay, his eyes wide with horror at the lack of thought from her.

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The thing was downed.

Now Leeroy focused his attention on Sam. Kneeling beside her, he checked her vital signs.

"Come on," he breathed. "Get up..."

[i_salted_dean]

The fall had stunned her. Her heart was beating, her breathing slightly erratic.

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He grinned widely. "Welcome back."