"Tru?" I called, running through the woods, looking for my twenty year old sister.

My sister and I had been working on a series of mysterious disappearings around a local farm. All of the evidence pointed to werewolves; claw-marks, prints, but none of it made sense.

The bodies were never found and there was never any blood. My sister had gone missing about twenty minutes in. I'd tried calling her a few times, but she never picked up. I really freaked when I found her cell phone and hunting knife, and I've been looking for her since.

I heard a limb snap behind me and whirled around, gun ready.

"Whoa, hey. I know where your sister is," said a tall man with short brown hair and blazing green eyes.

I kept my gun pointed at his chest and blew my black hair out of my face.

"What?"

"I know where she is. My brother's with her."

My voice shook a little, "How do I know you aren't one of them?"

He flashed me a reassuring smile, "Well, why would I need a gun if I was gonna sprout claws, and sharp teeth. Besides, the moon's full and nothing's hiding it."

I lowered my gun and ran a hand through my hair. I suddenly realized that my whole body was shaking.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked me, patting my shoulder.

"Yeah, I've been hunting since I was five."

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just worried."

"Here," he said, pulling a yellow bag out of his pocket and handing me a few m&m's.

"Thanks," I said and popped them in my mouth.

"So what's your theory on the disappearences?"

"Well, my brother and I think it's werewolves. We know it's werewolves. I mean, the claws, the prints. But there's never a body. No blood. The only other explanation would be that they're keeping the victims alive, but werewolves don't typically kill for food, right? They kill for fun."

"Yeah," I agreed, loading my gun with two more silver bullets, "but let's hope these ones do keep the victims alive, because if they don't then my sister and your brother are as good as dead."

The man was silent. Feeling frustrated, I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Dean. And you?" He flashed a cocky grin.

"Andy."

"Nice to meet you, Andy."

My God those eyes. Wow!!

"Do you have any idea where we're going?" I asked.

He laughed, "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Not really."

"Well, I wouldn't put my brother's life at risk, so don't worry."

Suddenly, a terrifying thought came to my mind.

"Dean?" I said, stopping abruptly and leaning on a tall oak tree.

"What? Are you okay?"

"What if we were all wrong? What if it's not a werewolf? What if it's a wendigo?"

"Son of a bitch. A wendigo has basically the same body shape and all that. And that would explain why no one's ever found, but that's good right? That means Sammy and your sister are okay."

I shook my head, "No, there's a pattern. Each victim goes missing every twenty-third year on a full moon. Wendigo eat every twenty-third year. The last disappearance was twenty-three years ago, tonight."

"Shit," he said and whirled around, "Come on, you son of a bitch! Where are you? Come and get me!"

I heard something in the trees just yards away.

"Shhh."

Dean stopped and pulled out a flare gun.

Two beady red eyes stared back at us from the trees and Dean and I both raised our guns.

"Here, fugly, fugly, fugly," Dean whispered. I had to bite my lip to keep from cracking up.

Sure enough, the wendigo shot out from the trees and headed for Dean.

There was a bright light and a loud bang, and the beast fell to the ground, dead.

"Gross."

Dean turned back to me and grabbed my hand.

"Come on," he said, pulling me along, "We have to hurry."

At least two minutes later, my lungs were burning, and it seemed like Dean was pulling me along faster.

He sort of jumped over a high root, and since I don't usually run as fast as I was now being flung, my foot caught the root, and I fell face first into the mud.

"Dude!" I yelled, peeling myself out of the ground, "Not so fast! My feet have to touch the ground safely!"

"Well, if you could keep up, we wouldn't be having this problem! Now hurry!"

Then, we heard a girl screaming. I would have known that scream anywhere.

"Tru!" Suddenly feeling a burst of adrenaline, I sprang off the ground and sprinted ahead of Dean.

"Hey, wait up!" he called.

I felt tree limbs whipping at my face, but I didn't care. Tru could hold herself together for most things, but she'd only been hunting for a few years, and we had never faced a wendigo before.

Just yards in front of me, I saw a wide cave.

I sped up, not noticing the amount of mud and leaves in front. I slipped and landed right on my left leg. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through my ankle.

Dean sprang up behind me and fell with a loud grunt next to me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, panting to catch my breath.

He nodded and grabbed my ankle, "Yeah, but you're not."

It felt a little awkward, him holding my ankle so carefully, considering we had just met, but I didn't have enough energy to fight him.

"Maybe you should wait here while I go get Sammy and... Tru, is it?"

"Yeah, it's Tru," I said and gasped as he pressed on my swollen ankle, "And I'm going in. I'm not just going to sit out here and do nothing."

"Your ankle's sprained. It could do serious damage if you keep hunting on it. You should wait for us here. You can trust me."

And I wanted to trust him, too. I just didn't want to leave my sister.

"I cant. I have to get her."

He sighed, "If you're sure."

He grabbed my hand and carefully hoisted me up.

"You're sure you wanna do this?" he confirmed.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I let him help me over a tall board made to keep tresspassers out. He jumped over it first and lifted me over it.

It was hard to keep my gun steady while limping on an excruciatingly painful ankle. Every so often, I hit a patch of gravel that was lower than the rest, and I always seemed to step in the filled-in holes with my sprained ankle.

I grimaced and said a few choice words.

"You really have a thing for falling, don't you?" he asked, peering into one of the many deserted rooms.

"I'm not answering that question."

Hole. Stupid holes.

"Careful, there, Skippy. Find anything?"

I poked my head around a corner a couple of feet down, "No. Wait, yes!"

About six yards away, I could see the glimmer of my sister's engagement ring. She was supposed to have gotten married over the weekend, but her fiancee was killed in a robbery.

I felt like running as fast as my ankle would allow, but unfortunately, it was getting heavier by the second.

Dean walked ahead of me and shone his flashlight in every possible spot.

My ankle throbbed. I had to lean against the cold, damp wall to stay steady.

"Son of a... Andy?" Dean said, grabbing my elbow, "You okay?"

"My ankle keeps throbbing," I said and gasped when a sharp pain swam across my ankle and up my leg.

"Okay, just sit here, keep your gun ready. I'll go get Sam and Tru and I'll be back."

"No, no, no!"

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I have a thing about staying by myself in small dark spaces."

He growled, "You're gonna get hurt. That thing could go after you, and you'd be helpless. You should stay here!"

"Dean, I'm fine. I've been through a lot worse."

He leaned my back on the wall and got in my face. I could feel my heart pounding. He was too close for comfort.

"You need to trust me, Andy."

"No, you need to trust me. I'm fine, and I'm going to help Tru, whether you like it or not."

"I think this is a really bad idea."

He sounded like he actually cared, but I shook my head.

"No offense, Dean, you're really cute. I mean, really cute, but we just met. I appreciate that you care, don't get me wrong, but why should I take advice from a perfect stranger?"

I shrugged out of his grip and limped around a corner to get my sister, who fortunately, was in the next mini-cave with her hands chained to the wall.

Next to her was a tall man, about twenty-two, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He was also chained to the wall. I could only assume this was "Sammy".

Tru looked scared. She looked behind me and I followed her gaze. There was a huge wendigo just inches away from me and I raised my gun. Before I could pull the trigger, it lunged on me and knocked me to the ground.

Multiple shots reverberated off the stone walls and rang in my ears.

I suddenly had a new respect for Dean. He saved my life... again.

He came over to help me up, "I told you. Told you six times this was a really bad idea. You should have stayed outside, but no. You're too damn stubborn!"

"Don't give me that right now. We'll argue later."

"Fine."

"Andy," my sister said, "This is rediculous."

I walked over to her and picked the locks around her wrists. Dean did the same for Sam.

Tru pushed me over.

"A wendigo, Andy? You pulled me out of school to hunt a wendigo? I had a life, friends, a good job. I was supposed to get married Saturday, but I was out hunting what I whought was a werewolf! I could have saved Michael Friday, but thanks to you, I didn't get back in time."

I pulled myself up and grabbed the front of her jacket and pushed her to the wall.

"This is NOT my fault, Tru. You were supposed to salt and burn the bones, but you didn't. DON'T blame Michael's death on me just because there was nothing you could do!"

I felt Dean's hand on my shoulder and I turned around.

"Easy, tiger. You can worry about killing her later. Right now, we have to get out of here."

"Dean," said Sam from the room's entrance, "There's a bigger one comming this way fast!"

Dean looked around. There was no way we'd be able to outrun this thing.

"Here, go, go, go!"

He shoved Sam, Tru, and me into a tiny room with sunlight creeping through the crack in the roof.

We were cramped and the entrance was only about four inches wide, and I couldn't see through it once Dean climbed in. It was out of my viewpoint.

I suddenly realized that Dean and I were crushed together. He was right in front of me and I had no room left to move an inch.

"You know," he said with a smug grin on his face, "I don't usually do this until at least the first date."

"Are you always such a sexual smartass?"

"Ouch."

We heard a loud growl outside and the wendigo swiped a clawed paw at us. Luckily we were too far back.

I heard Tru whimper and looked over. Sam was right next to me and Tru was right next to Dean. She had her back to Sam and both looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Enjoying yourself, Sammy?" Dean smirked, dodging another swipe.

"Shut up."

I dodged the claws as they whipped at my face and accidentally pressed closer into Dean, who cleared his throat.

The last swipe caught Dean's shoulder and he grunted, "Shit."

"At least now I'm not the only hurt person."

"Oh, my God," Tru said, "There's a spider right in front of me."

I laughed, picked the spider up by its legs, and set it down on Dean's shoulder.

"Oh, okay. Put the spider on the hurt guy."

"It's just a scratch, Dean," Sam pointed out. He looked like he was trying to press as far as possible into the wall to make Tru more comfortable.

"Do you think it's gone?" I asked Dean. He looked out and pointed his flashlight in a corner.

"No, I think it's waiting for us to come out. And it's sitting on that wall, so if I could reach my gun, it's possible that I could get a very clear shot at it. Unfortunately, the gun is in my belt."

I grinned, "So that's what that was. Left, right?"

"Left. Why?"

I had a plan. It would get me in trouble, but we had to do something.

"If I can reach it, maybe, I can blow that son of a bitch up."

"Whoa, hey! That is NOT a gun!"

"Sorry."

I pulled my hand up a little and found the gun.

"Ha!"

It was heavy for such a small thing. From where I was, I couldn't see the opening, so unfortunately, I had to lean full on Dean. I felt the muscles in his chest move as he tried to give me room to see.

"It's too dark," I said, "I can't see anything."

Dean handed me his flashlight, "Here."

"Thanks."

I pointed the beam through the opening and was fully aware that I was practically welded into Dean. My heart was pounding and his breath was hot on the top of my head. I was slowly losing my composure.

Dean and I were pressed chest to chest, in a small cave.