This is set a coulpe of months after John dies.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean, although I wish I did...dont we all?

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Sam Drop!

Not a second later Sam's long legs drop soundlessly to the ground, then swiftly rolled up right, flaregun in hand.

A single shot fired with a loud screeching following it, echoing throughout the still night in the deep, dark, forest in Fort Smith, Arkansas.

Smoke was still rising from the muzzle of Dean's favourite flaregun by the time he was positive that the Wendigo they were hunting was dead.

"You okay?" Dean asked, with a little concern lacing behind the question.

"Yeah, thanks" Sam said as he gratefully accepted the hand that was being offered. In truth, Sam was in pain. Although he would never admit to Dean, the damn Wendigo had gotten the drop on him after he and Dean came up with the brilliant idea of splitting up. The fucking thing came outta nowhere and swat him like he was some kind of fly, tossing him straight towards a tree. But by the time Dean arrived to the scene, Sam was back on his feet.

The rest of the fight was a blur to Sam, only ending with Dean shooting the shit out of the damn creature, burning it's ass back to hell.

With the adrenaline now fading away from his body, Sam was starting to feel the aftermath of the freakin' tree match, which he so terribly lost. His back felt like it was on fire, every little move he makes, even breathing, felt like something was trying to bust out of his body.

His guess would be...that he broke a couple of ribs. Shit.

This was supoose to be a walk in the park, so to speak, or rather, that's what Dean told him. But now, Sam was in pain. From the very beggining, Sam knew this was a bad plan. They hardly gathered enough information for the damn hunt, only for Dean to sum up it was a Wendigo. Although the all evidence led to the Wendigo, you couldn't be to sure.

But now, ever since their father past away a couple of months ago, it was like Dean didnt give a shit anymore. Always rushing head first. One day it was going to kill him.

Sam wasn't going to let that happen. After they were out of this shit hole, they were going to have a nice long talk.

"You sure you okay? I mean you like complete and utter shit right about now" Dean asked.

" Nice Dean, nice" Sam quietly said, hidning his own dicomfort.

"Okay, whatever you say Samantha...but uhhh anyways...not to be the complete shit of this great party, but we gotta go, we have about two days worth of walking to do".

"Dean, I'm not stupid, we both walked here so I very well damn know how long it takes to get back".

"Dude, what got your panties in a twist?" Dean asked, wondering what the hell was bothering Sam.

"Nothing, it's nothing, I just want to get the hell out of this forest" mumbled Sam, trying to hide his increasingly throbbing side.

"Heh, now your talking Sammy, I can't wait to get back to civilization, grab a beer, get a girl then-"

"Dean! This is not something I would want to hear, especially coming from you. Sam said disgusted.

"Aright, alright, calm down. Lets just get the hell out of this place." chuckled Dean, starting the long journy back.

Sam, closely following behind Dean, looked up into the dark sky, then look forwards to his brother, who was lightly lit by the gazing moon above.

Sam hoped that he was able to keep this pace up. At the moment, every movement he made sent shocks to every part of his body. The pain was increasing with every minute creeping by.

" Oh yeah, definitly broken. Dammit." Sam thought.

The two hunters slowly started to make their way back, rounding their way around trees, boulders, and large bush areas.

Sam slowly dragging behind looked up towards the hills in front of him and then sighed.

It was going to be a long way back.

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A set of yellow gleaming eyes followed the two hunters. Neither of them noticed the tall, ugly creature shadowing their footstep.

Silently, the Wendigo stuyed the two hunters. The shorter of the two was strong, and would prove to be a worthy opponent, but hardly worth to eat. The taller one however was injured, lagging behind.

Hmmm, dinner and a show? Perfect.

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Let me know what you guys think!! Should I continue with it?