A young woman that looks to be in her mid-twenties rocks back and forth on the hood of her truck. Her medium-length, blonde hair sways back and forth as she shakes with fear.
"I don't want to do this," she mumbles under her breath, "I REALLY FREAKING DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!"
"Liz, you've been up there for half an hour!" shouts a young woman about the same age with short, brown hair. She is starting to get impatient.
"Nic, the poor thing is scared!" retorts another young woman with curly red hair. The redhead appears to be the youngest of the three girls. She climbs up onto the truck with Liz and puts her arm around her.
"She's fine," Nic growls.
The redhead sends a glare Nic's way before turning back to Liz.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to. No one will think any less of you."
"And be a sitting duck? I don't think so!" Liz replies, sliding off the truck. She takes a few deep breaths, "Okay, I'm good now…" her eyes widen to the size of strawberries, "OH GOD! I'M GOING TO DIE!"
"LIZ!" Nic screams in attempt to snap Liz out of it. Liz whips around to Nic.
She stares at her for a second and says, "Okay, let's go."
Liz grabs her shotgun lying against the truck and heads to the woods with the other two girls following closely behind.
As the group walks through the woods, the redhead trips over a tree root. Liz and Nic turn and glare at her.
"Georgia…" Liz says in desperation.
"Sorry," Georgia replies, voice straining as she pulls herself up.
The three then continue their search through the forest. Nic, Liz, and Georgia walk as quietly as possible and scan their surroundings for danger. Suddenly, Georgia and Liz stop short.
The both turn in opposite directions and say in unison, "I heard something," and head off in their respective directions, leaving Nic to decide whether to follow her reliable or clumsy friend. After pondering for a second, Nic takes off after Georgia.
As Liz sets off in her ways, she fails to note that Nic and Georgia were not following her lead. The only thing on her mind is to find the Windigo and head back to her shop.
She finally comes to a stop and looks around for the creature. However, the only thing she discovers is that her backup is missing.
"Great, just great," Liz mutters to herself, "God."
"No, Castiel," says a deep husky voice emanating from behind her.
Liz turns quickly with her gun raised and ready to fire. However, the man standing there with almost black hair, tan trench coat, and the bluest eyes she has ever seen looks so innocent she lowers her weapon. The suit underneath the man's billowing coat is wrinkled and worn.
"You should not be out here," he says in monotone and unblinkingly, "It is dangerous."
Liz gives him a questioning look as though trying to see through him before replying, "That's why I brought the gun."
The man takes a step closer to Liz. In response, Liz steps back. They continue this dance for a few seconds.
"A simple gun can't protect you from the creatures that live in these woods."
Liz raises her eyebrow at the robotic tone in the man's voice.
"Are you a hunter?" she asks.
"No, I am Castiel," the man repeats.
"Okay, Cassy, here's the thing. I can take care of myself. I don't need any help from a guy named after the Angel of Thursday."
"I am not named after the Angel of Thursday. I AM the Angel of Thursday."
Liz would have laughed had his tone not been so serious.
Mumbling to herself, "Of course, leave it to me to find the crazy person while Windigo hunting."
Off to the west, Nic finally catches up with Georgia, who is on her knees again after another fall.
"Hey, you alright?" Nic asks her, concerned.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Georgia mumbles as she pulls herself up, "Where's Liz?"
"Back there," Nic points behind her.
"Oh."
"Let's go," Nic heads off deeper into the woods with her gun raised and Georgia close behind. They walk for a while, surveying the area around them closely. Suddenly, leaves rustle nearby. Gun still raised, Nic whirls around, almost hitting Georgia with the tip of her gun.
"What was that?" Georgia asks Nic. Nic doesn't reply as she scans the woods, looking for the source of the sound.
"Hey, hey, hey, easy!"
A man with short, dark blonde hair, wearing a gray-green jacket appears out from behind a bush, arms raised in surrender. Nic's eyes narrow.
"Who are you?" states Nic, cold and calculated, as Georgia mumbles, "What the heck?" to herself.
"George," the man replies, lowering his arms.
"Yes," Georgia moves in front of Nic, lowering Nic's gun in the process, "and I'm Queen Latifa. Who are you?"
Nic raises her gun again, "Tell us who you are and what you are doing here."
"I'm here on…uh…business."
"Business?" Georgia perks up, "What kind of business?"
George smiles, "Nothing you ladies need to worry about. You should head back," he nods in the direction they had just came from, "to the campground. It's not safe here."
Nic makes no inclination to move.
"We know it's not safe. That's why we're out here," Georgia replies as if on cue.
Nic throws a glare at Georgia.
Georgia appears to be oblivious and continues, "We're actually hunting—"
The last of her speech was cut off by a load crash. All three turn to see a half-human, half-animal creature: the Windigo. It growls menacingly. Nic immediately fires her gun. The Windigo dodges the attack.
"That's not going to work!" yells George, "That just pisses it off!"
"We knew that!" Nic snaps.
"It's just force of habit!" Georgia reassures.
"Georgia! Nic!" Liz with Castiel comes running from behind. All turn as she makes her way closer except for Nic, who keeps her eye on the monster.
"I'll handle this," Cass snaps his fingers, and the Windigo explodes in a fiery inferno.
"Phew, glad that's over," Georgia sighs in relief.
"Met someone?" asks Liz, gesturing to George, "Oh, and I want one," she says while pointing to Cass.
"He says his name is George," Nic states, rolling her eyes, then looks over to Cass, "Who's he?"
"Castiel," Cass states and steps forward. George eyes him suspiciously, and they glance at each other for a moment before looking away. A silent message passed between them.
"Castiel… The Angel of Thursday?" Georgia inquires.
"Yes," Cass states, "but we must hurry. I sense there will be more of them."
"More of them? But we just killed the Windigo five seconds ago."
"Cass's right. We better move," George says, already walking away.
"Fine," Nic says, impatient, "but tell us who you guys are first."
Just as George and Cass were going to answer, another Windigo appears.
"Cassy…" Liz looks to Cass, wide-eyed and scared. Again, Cass snaps his fingers, and the monster ignites and combusts again.
"Seriously! I want one!" says Liz in exclamation, "Where can I get one?"
George smirks.
"Alright, let's go," Nic says as she starts walking towards where George was originally headed.
"Why is there more? Aren't Windigoes independent creatures?" states Georgia, looking around, "Wouldn't they just eat each other?"
"Georgia! Let's go!" Nic calls.
"But it doesn't make any sense!" Georgia replies and shrugs her shoulders.
"Stop complaining and let's go!" Nic retorts, frustrated.
Georgia follows the rest, mumbling insults at Nic.
Then, suddenly, Georgia stands up completely erect and asks, "Do Windigoes mate?"
Everyone turns to Georgia in confusion.
"What?" George asks.
"Maybe the two Windigoes were hunting together because they were mates. But, do Windigoes mate?"
"Well, they need to repopulate somehow besides well… their original way," Nic replies, not really caring.
"No, Windigoes are made from humans. You see they—" Georgia babbles on, suddenly sounding knowledgeable, not her normal ditzy self.
George looks to Nic and asks, "Is she always like this?"
Nic nods her head sadly, "Most of the time, but hey, it makes life interesting."
On the side, unknown to the others, Liz and Cass are having their own conversation.
"His name's not really George, is it?" Liz asks, already knowing the answer.
"No, his name is Dean Winchester," Cass informs.
"I thought he died," Liz muses.
"He did. But I grasped his soul and raised it from perdition."
"Dirty," Liz exclaims. Cass has a look of confusion.
"Georgia always says that the end of a sentence that in the right context would be sexual or 'dirty'."
Georgia finishes her rant on the Windigoes by stating that in all the books she read not once that Windigoes hunt in pairs.
"Georgia, you do know that no one is listening, right?" Liz states.
"If I keep talkin', one of these days someone will listen to me," Georgia responds as she walks off to her 2005 Cobalt, calling, "Nic, are you coming or what?" as she hops into her vehicle and turns the radio on to VOODOO by Godsmack.
Dean Winchester rolls his eyes at Georgia's choice in music and turns to Nic, "Hey, if you ever get in deep in this business, give me a call. I'm Dean Winchester."
Dean reaches out to grab Nic's hand to write his number down, but she pulls away.
"I've been doing this for years. I don't need your help. In fact, you should call ME if YOU need MY help. I'll see you later," Nic waves Dean away and heads towards Georgia's car, calling, "Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'. Don't get your panties in a bunch!"
Nic hops in the Cobalt, then her and Georgia drive off, leaving Dean standing there speechless, Cass confused, and Liz smiling.
Dean feels the bruise to his ego more intensely now as he watches the car pull away into the distance. This is a new thing for him. Normally, women would jump at the chance to get his number, but Nice seemed to be disgusted by the very idea of him. He admits to himself that it did hurt, but he shrugs it off like it's nothing and turns to Cass.
"We should get going too," Dean then looks to Liz, "Do you have a ride?"
"Why? You going to be a gentleman and walk me to my car?" Liz asks in a high-pitched, girly voice, batting her eyelids, flirtatiously but also mockingly.
"Yes, we were," Cass replies as Liz puts her arm around Cass's, and they walk together towards her truck.
Dean follows behind, mumbling, "What have I gotten myself in to?"