Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Supernatural, but I wish I did...

Sam and Dean were frustrated. They were out hunting a wendigo in Ohio, because they were the closest, Bobby had sent them. First, Sam got a cold but insists that he's fine, despite the fact that he sounds like bigfoot. Then, Dean backed the Impala into a pole at their motel and it took him two days to fix it.

They had finally gotten out into the woods, and even that had been ruined. They had been hiking up a hill when Sam tripped and fell in some mud and leaves. He was completely covered in it and managed to sprain his ankle. Dean came up with the lovely idea of splitting up, and Sam agreed because he just wanted to get over with it.

Just as Sam was about to give up, he heard voices. He quickly turned in the direction of them and noticed two men walking in his direction. He then ducked behind a tree when one of the men yelled "Oh my god there it is!" The two men ran over to where Sam was and Sam ran off into the darkness only to get shot down with a tranquilizer dart. Sam tried to fight off the effects of the drugs that he was no match. Just as everything started to go black, he shouted "DEAN!" and then faded into unconsciousness.