So here it is, my first ever fanfic :D please read and review! All comments and constructive critisism are welcomed. Sit back and enjoy the ride
Disclaimer: This is Kripke's sandbox, im just playing in it for a while
"Dean, come on, we have to make it to the campsite before nightfall, I don't know about you but I don't want to be wandering round in the woods in the dark with a pissed off wendigo running free''
Sam stood, once again having to stop to allow his pig headed brother to catch up, "I'll be fine he says, Ill be able to run rings around you up there, yeah right blah blah blah'' Sam said aloud remembering their earlier conversation in the diner.
Dean had recently come off worse in a show down between himself, an angry poltergeist and a flight of stairs. Not breaking any bones meant that all was perfectly fine in the 'Injured Dean handbook'…which meant that when he collapsed later due to a mild concussion teamed with a badly sprained ankle Sam had been caught completely off guard. After finishing up with the poltergeist, and dragging his brother out to the Impala Sam had sworn to himself that he and Dean were staying put in their motel room for at least a week.
However, never one for staying still for long periods of time, Dean was eager to be on the road again…despite only having a two day recovery period. Which was how they had ended up in the small town of Kenora.
While researching for their next gig, Sam had come across a news article telling of the deaths of a young couple who had been found mauled to pieces in the woods. The report claimed 'bear attack', but bears just hadn't felt right…and also didn't explain why there had been people going missing or found dead periodically every fifteen years for decades. Sam had barely finished explaining his findings when Dean was packed and sitting behind the wheel of the Impala eager for the hunt.
After sorting out a room for the night, Dean was ready to leave immediately for the trees. Only Sam reminding him that they had zero provisions, and no tent reigned in his impetuous brother. He had tried persuading his brother to wait one more day, partly so he could do some more research into the attack, and partly to allow Dean some more recovery time. Even though his injuries were not extremely serious, Sam knew Dean wasn't operating at 100 percent, which could spell disaster for both of them in the long run.
In the end, he only persuaded his brother to stay long enough to grab some gear and stop off at the local diner to get one last 'good' meal before the long hike, despite using his puppy dog eyes and ''bitch face'' on Dean in equal measures.
"So run the details by me again one more time'' Dean said, blowing on the cup of sludge the diner passed off as coffee.
Sam sighed before launching into the explanation for what felt like the hundredth time. "The local ranger reported a young couple missing when they didn't return from the woods two days after they were scheduled to. Cops brought along a couple of bloodhounds and combed the area. About three miles in they came across a ruined campsite…and the remains of a Gavin and Vanessa Connell. Their tents and belongings had been slashed to pieces, and the couple had been mauled to death".
"So we thinking wendigo?"
"Looks like, pattern seems to fit, two to four people every fifteen years for the past ninety. We both know that wendigo's hibernate in between 'meals' for about that long". Sam sipped his coffee, pulling a face before immediately adding a couple of packs of sugar to his mug.
"So, we take up some flare guns, gas and lighters and torch the sucker".
"Dean, we can't just go running into this blind, we don't know for certain that it IS a wendigo. And are you really up to a three mile hike into the woods, uphill I might add, before a showdown with some big bad with a set of claws?"
Dean lifted an eyebrow before regarding Sam with a long stare. "Dude I could run rings around you with two broken legs and a blindfold, you think a sprain is going to stop me from taking this sonuvabitch down? No way, and we might not know for certain that this is a wendigo but it sure looks that way to me. Anyways what else could it really be this far north? We can take some silver bullets, holy water and salt just to cover all eventualities and be back in time for Oprah".
Sam shook his head at the giant grin Dean now had plastered across his face and blew out his cheeks in defeat. "Fine, have it your way, if we leave soon we should be able to reach the campsite a few hours before dark. We can pitch camp and get some Anasazi protection symbols drawn out before nightfall, and hopefully get this finished up tomorrow".
"Pitch camp…jeeze Sammy, aren't you a little old to be a boy scout"
"It's Sam. You go out to the car, I'll pay the bill and see if I can get some sandwiches boxed up to bring along". Pointedly ignoring the boy scout jibe, Sam stood and began walking towards the cash register at the back of the diner, only just catching what his brother muttered under his breath.
"Dib dib dib"
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Sam shook his head at the memory and continued up the steep incline they had been walking up for the past three hours, chuckling to himself when he head the mutterings of his disgruntled brother below him.
"Goddamn freakin'…..bambi legs……sasquatch…..hate the woods…don't know why anyone would want to even come here…..never mind camp…..stupid"
Dean paused for a moment to catch his breath after checking that Sam couldn't see him doing so. He would never admit it but this trek had taken a lot out of him, a lot more than he had anticipated. He knew his ankle wasn't completely healed but it hadn't really be bothering him that much on the flat ground. Three hours of walking uphill had it reminding him, with a painful dull throb, that he should be sitting in a motel room with the weight off and a big bag of M n' M's keeping him company. He wanted to ask Sam when they would be reaching the camp site, he didn't think he could keep up the pace much longer, but knew this would be a dead give away as to how tired he was feeling.
"Damn kid, notices everything,…too smart for his own good...ppftt" Dean muttered to himself as he started walking again.
Sam answered the question himself without prompting a little further along the trail. He had noticed Dean pausing more frequently over the last half hour, and decided they should take fifteen to allow him to regroup a little.
"Er, Dean, you mind if we take a little break, I'm kinda tired" Sam knew that Dean's pride wouldn't let him accept the respite any other way.
Dean's relief was almost palpable in his response, "well sure, heck Sammy if you needed a break you should have said earlier". Dean plonked down onto the nearest log and brought out his water bottle, taking a long swig before replacing the lid and stashing it in his duffle bag. Sam noticed the way he was favouring his right leg, stretching it out and putting as little weight onto it as possible.
"Another twenty to thirty minutes walk an we should be at the campsite hopefully".
Dean grinned inwardly, thirty minutes, he could walk that, easily…..he hoped. "We should arm ourselves now that we are so close to the site. You take a flare gun and I'll watch your back with the shotgun, that way we can't be taken by surprise whether it's a wendigo or not".
"Good idea, but no heroics, a warning shot should be enough to scare whatever it is off till we reach camp and make a plan".
"Sure Sammy no heroics, unless it tries anything on with you, then it can kiss its fugly ass goodbye" Dean thought before grunting his acceptance out loud to his brother.
So there you go, the first chapter of many hopefully
let me know how im doing, please review :)
I'll be posting the rest tomorrow, i just want to see how the first chapter does first :p
XsarahX
p.s. iv proof read it three times, so if you find any mistakes i do apologise!