Authors Note: This is my new story that just wouldn't leave me alone. It's set in season 2 so all angst for that season is going to be hitting heavy on this story. This story covers up till simon said so all info for those episodes are fair game. Also my characters are solely made out of my whacked out mind. As you can tell I have a thing for rednecks because I am one and I know them better than anything. So enjoy. Thanx Charity


"I want to hunt a Wendigo." Dean whined irritably for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. His brother didn't seem all that excited about the hunt but Dean was giddy with joy at the thought for some damn action for a change. Hoping to quell the somber mood for the past few weeks as there dad's death rocked both him and Sam hard.

He wouldn't say he was depressed. No, that was an emo term used for men like Sam. He was along the lines of 'hollowed out'. Sam was right to call him out on not holding it together he just wasn't sure if his hollowed out state could handle the truth.

One of his dad's old contacts called talking wildly about the good ole' times, how John used to be, yada yada yada. Just more stuff his hollowed out state couldn't handle. That was until the guy finally perked his interest with the prospect of a Wendigo to hunt. After talking his ear off for what seemed like four hours straight now the guy says something worth listening too.

He jumped ship and agreed no questions asked. There was no way in hell he was refusing to go on this hunt. He just wanted something to take his mind off what's going on around him and at the moment it was his father's immediate departure of the world, his whispered last words, and Sam's irritable mood swings. So yep a hunt sounded like heaven.

But of course Sam always had his two cents.

"Dean, we barely know the guy. I just don't like the idea of taking this hunt." Sam insisted as he chewed absently on his fingernail out of nervousness.

Dean sighed. Sam always had to find something wrong. These last few weeks haven't been easy. The tension among them both was heavy and nothing seemed to penetrate it. They were always at each others throat and he was sick of living like this. He was pretty sure Sam was too.

"Everything will be fine. We'll meet up with the guy when we get there. So I can check him out." Dean said in a calm voice trying to quell Sam's fears as best as he could. He knew it was in Sam's nature to ask questions but lately it was one of Sam's traits that was ticking him off.

"I just don't like it. We don't have any background information on this Dean." Sam said flustered over the whole prospect.

"Well that's what you're here for geek." Dean smiled as Sam gave him an annoyed look. It wasn't too long ago that he got the call. Sitting idly in a cramped motel room doing nothing but listening to his brother's frantic fingers type on the laptop can send anyone on edge so as soon as his phone rang he sprung to life and stepped outside. He realized his mistake all too late as the man on the other end was a 100% country bumpkin redneck. Dean loathes rednecks. Secondly the man had a knack for conversation about his father. Dean loathes people talking about his dead father.

So standing for what seemed like hours listening to the man chit-chat and reminisce about old times the man finally mumbled something about a Wendigo hunt and needing help. Normally Dean would have turned him down as he worked alone except for his brother by his side but thinking back to his situation at hand he couldn't refuse the offer.

That left him with the current situation. His brother second guessing his judgment. He had every right too with the way he's been on a suicidal mission as Sam puts it but as everyone knows. Dean loathes being wrong.

"Dean…" Sam sighed as he got a pinched expression on his face. "I trust you I just don't trust the other hunters there."

Dean understood. He didn't trust other hunters either. After that little spin with Gordon he's became more guarded in his trust factor. It was refreshing to hear though that his brother still has trust in him even after the shit he's put him through lately. "I understand but I won't let anything happen to you. I got this." He soothed again trying to get Sam to let them go on this hunt. Even if Sam didn't want to go he was so going. Dean thought evilly.

Sam bit his bottom lip as he looked directly into Dean's eyes as if he wanted to object more.

Sensing that Sam had more fight in him Dean went on. "I wouldn't lead you wrong. When have I ever led you wrong?"

Sam's pinched expression soon turned into a lazy smile. "That girl on the outskirts of Illinois or the time when you told me about that party. Or…"

"Alright, alright point taken," Dean laughed realizing that was first smile he saw on Sam in weeks. "I promise if it looks fishy we'll jet but we have to go."

Sam still smiled as he resonated his trust through his eyes. "Alright let's do it."

Dean's smile widened and he almost wanted to jump up and hug Sam. Thinking it better to just nod his head in agreement and smile Dean made his way to start packing his duffle.


Pulling an all nighter to make it to Cass Lake Dean and who he now knows is Brian Finch would meet up at his house. Talking more and more with the dude really has him irked and cursing he ever took this hunt but he has to remind himself it's to kill an evil nasty.

Brian Finch so generously offered them a place to stay and when Dean tried to refuse Sam told him he dug that hole and that they were staying. Dean turned to his sibling to give him an evil stare down for backing him into a corner but softened as Sam was fast asleep his breath condescending the glass.

Smiling he turned on the back road of Orange Grove as the Chevy purred down the dirt road. The houses were mostly dilapidated but Dean didn't expect any less stopping as he came too the correct address he turned the engine off and stared at the house for a moment.

Though dilapidated it was still a two story house in a somewhat decent condition. Dean snorted at the thought of actually sleeping in there. Of Sam actually sleeping in there. No thank you I rather sleep in my baby.

Groaning that he would have to come face to face with the redneck he nudged his sibling to awaken him.

"Come on Sammy were here."

Sam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he blinked looking at the house in front of him. The house was a wreck. He winced as he thought of what the inside might look like. "Nice place." He mumbled.

"Smartass." Dean gripped as he got out of the car heading up to the door with Sam right behind him.

Taking a breath as he prepared to knock on the door. He gave Sam one last glance as he knocked. When the door swiftly opened he was surprised with what met him on the other side.


So what do you think? I'm setting the scene as the next chapter will go much slower as we get to know a little more about Brian Finch. Should I just trash this one? All info on Cass Lake and Minnesota are true. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity