Hey everyone! This is a new project that my friend and I have been working on. It's not exactly an AU, but it doesn't exactly fit with the story line. So I really hope you enjoy and any feed back is welcomed!

Warning: Season 8 spoilers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

The Tennessee Forest was a fairly large forest in its prime, but as times have changed and life has settled in the forest has shrunk quite a bit. Currently, the forest reaches way up into Central Indiana and clear on down into Georgia. The Tennessee Forest doesn't seem like much, just a bunch of oaks, maples, and other deciduous trees that turned bright luminous colors in the fall; but there was much more than squirrels hiding in these dark woods. For thousands of years Wendigos lived out in these woods, living in the caves and hills alike. The hunting was easy, and the land was fertile. Ever since the fall of the Angels people from the big cities have been moving out their concrete jungles, and into the much less known land of the Tennessee Forest. The public news says it's because of recent economic problems, but any Hunter knew that wasn't true. After the Fall all sorts of monsters have been coming out to play. Wether they had forgotten about the Hunters entirely or simply didn't care anymore, well that was debatable. People were leaving the cities and hoping to find sanctuary in the Forest away from the creatures, but in truth they were only finding more trouble and bringing new kinds of problems with them. Now this sounds like the perfect Wendigo Haven, and in theory it was, but there was just one little snag. The Treaty Sisters.

The Treaty Sisters had dedicated their lives to hunting down the Wendigo after one had attacked and killed their family all those years ago. It was a miracle that they had made it out alive, but now that they were still living and were determined to kill as many of the sons of bitches as possible. This hunt was just the same as all the others. A simple kill, rescue, and go.

"Ready Cass?"

"Ready Criss."

"Let's do this."

The two sisters pulled up their hoods and branched off in their separate directions, knowing exactly where they needed to go in order to pull this off. Crissy crept along the entrance to the cave, and checked to make sure they had no company just yet. Then as silent as a shadow she climbed up the hill and hid at her position above the cave. With the sun quickly setting and the sisters nearly in position, the hunt was about to begin. Cassidy stayed posted by the cave entrance to ensure that her sister got to her position safely, and then she ghosted off to the cover of a large oak tree. While Cassidy kept visual on the cave entrance, Crissy kept her focus on the quickly disappearing sun. When the signal was given the sisters had to pull this off perfectly or they would quickly go from the hunters to the hunted. The procedure was strict and simple, always the best kind, and it ensured that the sisters had both the element of surprise and the high ground.

Crissy locked eyes with her sister and touched the inside of her left wrist where a silver oak leaf tattoo was printed. A small banner was tattooed above the oak leaf and it read in elegant cursive: Trust. Cassidy mimicked the movement, touching her own silver oak leaf tattoo which was practically identical to Crissy's but instead of 'Trust' written in the banner Cassidy's read: Loyalty. Cassidy reached for her bow that was slung over her shoulder and pivoted on her left foot getting out of cover. By the time she had locked into place she had an arrow on the string and the 75lb. at full draw. She released the arrow and another with perfect precision toward the two piles of dried twigs that were positioned on either side of the cave entrance. As soon as the arrows reached their target the piles burst into flame and flooded the cave entrance and the surrounding area with an uncertain light that danced and flickered with every gust of wind.

Thought the Wendigo may be expert hunters at night, they are easily caught off guard by their homes, since they aren't exactly expecting someone to attack them at their lair. But this lighting and this kind of hunting, this was what the sisters were trained for. Hiding in the shadows, surprise attacks, snapping off shots from the darkness. This was their element.

A few moments past, and nothing happened, but it was only a matter of time. There it was the Wendigo. Tall, skinny, and downright ugly. It stepped uncertainly out of the cave, and by the looks of it, it seemed fairly young. Well you know young as far as ancient, man-eating creatures go. But there was one thing for sure; it was confused. The twigs sent up a strong scent of maple and smoke, which threw off the Wendigo's sense of smell. It looked at the surrounding forest and crouched into what would be considered a 'stalk'. That was, if it hadn't already been spotted.

Crissy grabbed her bow too, and stayed low above the cave, merely a few feet away from the monster. Cassidy stayed hidden in the shadows, she looked to her sister who was ready as well. Now the signal. Cassidy resounded the Nightingale call, and two arrows zipped off toward the Wendigo. The first one, Cassidy's, hit the Wendigo square in the chest. Shortly followed by Crissy's, this struck the monster in the back. For a short moment nothing happened, and then all Hell broke loose on the Wendigo. As soon as the arrows hit the creature the obsidian arrowheads cracked, and released the partially molten core, lighting the bastard up like the Fourth of July. The Wendigo tried beating the flames out but only succeeded in spreading them. Crissy climbed down from her perch as the creature finally stopped fighting and collapsed in a big pile of burning ash.

"Woo, way to go! Nice shot." Crissy said striding over to her sister and giving her a high five.

"Thanks you too! Okay lets get these fires put out." Cassidy said running into the shadow covered woods. Crissy stayed by the cave to keep the fires in check, while Cassidy ran to their forest green Jeep, which was parked a few miles away in the confines of the forest. Several minutes passed with only the sounds of the crackling fires, and then a branch snapped from within the shadows. Though Crissy knew it was probably her sister, she could never be too careful. She melted into the shadows and drew her bow, and whistled a short series of notes sounding much like an enthusiastic robin. The air was quiet for a moment only the crickets and cicadas filled the otherwise silent air, then came the responds whistle. Crissy breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to materialize out of thin air. Cassidy strode out of the shadows carrying two large buckets of water with lids on them.

Each sister grabbed a bucket and set to work on snuffing out the three fires. The two brush fires didn't take too much to extinguish, just about a gallon of water for each and a couple of stomps to get the more persistent flames out. The now extremely dead Wendigo was the one that took a lot to finally extinguish. It took about four gallons of water and a fire blanket to finally snuff the flames. When the flames were all diminished the clearing once filled with flickering light was now blanketed in darkness.

"Well let's finish this." Crissy said reaching for the flash light on her belt. Cassidy did the same and they headed toward the cave entrance. The two beams of lights swept back and forth as they traveled deeper into the cave. They looked for drag marks on the ground and claw marks on the wall, so far the cave had made many twists and turns but the sisters kept on their trail. As children they always used to explore caves for fun while their parents would find a camping site. They never realized exactly how careless and dangerous that was until their parents were killed. The paths of the cave were fairly confusing, but the sisters knew exactly where they were going making turns and searching for tracks like they were born knowing how to.

After about 15 minutes of tracking they finally entered the storage room. The room was dark, cold, and damp and just as they suspected the survivors were hanging down from the ceiling like dead pigs in a butcher's freezer. Or should they say survivor.

By a large pile of bones there was one lone man hanging. He seemed to have very few injures just a few scratches here and there, and then a large claw mark running down the center of his bare chest. His once golden blond hair was now sticking to his scalp with blood and sweat. Crissy approached him calmly looking for signs of life. His chest was rising and falling slowly, and when his pulse point was checked there was a steady heartbeat. But he was completely unconscious, and just from experience he probably wouldn't be waking up for another two or three hours. Cassidy went to the man's side and helped support his weight as Crissy cut the ropes that tied him to the ceiling. Thought the man was not exactly big or muscular, he was not very easy to carry. It was kind of like hauling a dead body around, so Crissy grabbed his legs and Cassidy his arms and they started the long trek back to the Jeep.

It took about a half an hour to finally arrive at the Jeep. 20 minutes to get out of the cave and about 10-15 minutes to cover the mile back to the car. By the time the sisters loaded the unconscious man into the back seat their arms were exhausted, and the moon was high in the sky. While Cassidy loaded up the trunk with their belongings, Crissy draped a heavy wool blanket over the man. Just as she was about to with draw from the man and help her sister, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a fairly strong hold. Crissy drew a sharp breath, the only sign of being startled.

"Where's the Wendigo?" The man asked his voice scratchy from not being used.

"Dead thanks to us." Crissy replied and pushed back her hood, so he could see her eyes

"How? Your only girls." The man questioned.

Crissy huffed out a breath of irritation and thought, 'Every fucking time.'

"We may be girls, but we are tougher and smarter than we look. Now don't worry we're going to take care of you." Crissy replied successfully keeping the venom out of her voice. The man's honey brown eyes meet her dark brown ones. He seemed to see something he recognized or trusted because he released Crissy's wrist and shifted into a more comfortable position, wincing slightly at the pain shooting through his arms and torso.

"There's no need to worry. You aren't the first person we've saved, we know what we're doing." Cassidy stated and headed for the driver's seat. Crissy shut the door, and glared at her sister momentarily.

"Nope! My car I drive." Crissy directed.

"Fine, fine. No need to get all touchy." Cassidy said switching sides with her sister.

In less than an hour they were pulling into the small gravel drive way of their log cabin home. It wasn't a huge house, but it had enough living space for three or four people to live in. It might be cramped but it was doable. It was a cabin with two rooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and dining room. Though the house itself may be small the land it was on was never ending.

The moon was starting to slip away as the night drew older. The sisters helped the man out of the car, and though he really didn't want to be in the need of help but he couldn't deny the help they offered. Crissy grabbed a couple of things from the car and locked it up, while Cassidy allowed the man to lean on her in order for him to get to the house. Once inside Cassidy sat him on the couch, and went into the kitchen to get him some water. Crissy went and sat by him on the couch.

"So what's your name?" Crissy asked tenderly. He leveled her with a soul-piercing gaze.

"Gabriel. You can call me Gabe." He answered softly.