Title: Trespassing

By: Tidia

Beta: Mogue (read her M7 fic)

Rating: PG-13

Notes: I hope you have read Ridley's story, Spear of Destiny because this is continuing that story arc. Thank you to any and all readers- if you have me on alerts you will have noticed that I have been posting in other fandoms. Do not worry! I still have SN stories in me (or else Ridley would kill me). Thank you to my best buds :)

Part 1

They were gathered at the home of an elder, listening to the stories that were passed down from one generation to another. The children formed a circle, sitting down cross-legged in rapt attention.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl and she lived in the forest. The forest was a scary place, but not for the little girl who knew all the mysteries of the forest. One day a hunter, following a deer, got lost in the dark forest. He thought the trees were attacking him and he fell when a branch swiped low causing him to trip. He got hurt, a slash across his arm, and was lost. The forest would have swallowed him, but the little girl found him. She made a bandage from the leaves and helped the hunter. He wanted to pay her, thank her for helping him. She took no payment, showing him the way back to his world, warning him never to come back."

"She was a good little girl," a girl with a red braid said.

"Do you know why?" The elderly woman leaned down, sweeping her eyes over the children.

"Because she helped the hunter," a little boy answered, putting his hand up at the same time he answered the question.

The woman shook her head. "Because no one was allowed in the forest. The hunter did not belong there, and she made sure he did not return."

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"Why did you come if you were just going to bitch the whole time?" Caleb asked as he dodged a tree limb. It was difficult to see the darkened wispy limbs at night with a limited amount of moonlight. Night time was the best time to seek out wendigos coming out of their lair to pillage the area for food.

Joshua was walking by his side, the Winchester brothers were up ahead. "Because we are running very close to another coven that is not connected to my coven," Joshua answered. "Not connected to any coven for that matter."

"And the reason couldn't be pregnancy hormones?" Caleb replied. Carolyn was six months along, and through the family grapevine Caleb had heard about the emotional rollercoaster. Carolyn was kindhearted usually, but being pregnant had brought out a new side- one that was a bit bossy. Josh was doing everything asked, but discovering there was not enough time in the day and whatever was being asked was not done to Carolyn's specific directions. Evidently, Carolyn wanted things done in a certain way- her way.

"No. Carolyn is fine." Joshua picked up the pace, getting closer to Sam and Dean.

"We know where the boundary line is." Dean turned around. "You told us-repeatedly."

"The wendigo doesn't know," Joshua replied. "And I know how in the heat of the moment you do not pay attention to the technicalities."

"What's so special about this coven that has you spooked?" Caleb asked. Joshua had told them all they were to be careful about this hunt, sent maps to their phones, and then decided to join them. There was something more going on.

"I am not spooked."

"Has you concerned," Sam added, slowing his pace so he shifted back. Caleb took his position near Dean.

"They don't associate with the other covens, refuse to meet and reports are that they use the dark arts," Josh's voice lowered. "I can imagine the potential trouble for you three."

"Human sacrifice?" Caleb asked. He recognized when Josh did his voice of doom and gloom it meant only one thing.

"Allegedly. But, I'm not surprised there's a wendigo nearby."

"You think it was one of them?" Sam asked.

Caleb wondered if a wendigo with knowledge of witchcraft would be harder to take down than a normal wendigo. He was now thankful that Joshua had come along, even though all the talking was making his head throb. He was in the mood for short answers that did not require him to listen.

"I don't know." Joshua paused. "There is a strong possibility."

"Great," Caleb mumbled.

Dean bumped him. "It doesn't matter. Let's find the sucker, toast him and get out."

Caleb raised his eyebrows. His friend had given him an opportunity to tease him, having finally met Dean's secret girlfriend, albeit not in the best of circumstances. But, he had healed from the attack, and Juliet had done a nice stitching job. "This big rush to finish the job wouldn't have anything to do with Juliet, would it?"

"Go back to teasing Josh, Damien," Dean replied.

Caleb could not remember the last time Dean was protective about a relationship. He understood with the curse of the Winchesters-everything that could go wrong, would go wrong; Dean was trying to safeguard Juliet. He hoped they went the distance, and he figured they would have to in order to eventually have a son. He had learned that from James's visit. Held on to it, in fact.

Dean snapped his fingers. "Hey, you with me man?" They had gone dark a while ago, not allowing the hint of flashlights as they traveled.

Caleb shook his head, headache flaring once more. "Yeah, just getting bored."

"He's just upset because we couldn't go down to Daytona for spring break. I had to remind him that we're both too old to be there," Sam remarked. Like Dean, Caleb was trying to encourage him to go to Florida or someplace warm to enjoy time with the other coeds during his week break from NYU. Instead, Sam was thrilled to be spending time in Arkansas where Caleb could see his roommate's breath as he exhaled.

Dean didn't answer; instead he lifted his hand to halt them. Then they all heard it, the unnatural rustling of leaves. Like a trained unit they spread out. The wendigo was a supernatural entity, it was quicker than them, and they had to use their training and skills to kill it.

They made a half circle. The wendigo would have to pass through them to go any further, and it would be tempted by their flesh. They were each armed, ready to burn up the supernatural being.

Caleb seemed to have lost time, next thing he heard was the yelling. His abilities helped him react as the wendigo charged him, but it was the push out of the way, catching him on the side on to the pine needle covered floor that had saved him.

He shook off his confusion, reacting by raising his arm and firing at the eight-foot-plus tall monster as it ran from him. He aimed and fired at the wendigo's shiny, well-muscled skin. He heard it roar and knew he had hit it enough that it slowed down and dropped whoever it was carrying. Although it hard large feet, it stepped quietly and used its tall legs to its advantage. Caleb tried to get another shot, but it ran too fast. It was like shooting at the remains of a shadow.

With his abilities, he reached out in fear, trying desperately to gain information on which member of their team the wendigo had grabbed. Like a jolt of electricity, he sensed who it was. "Deuce!" he yelled out as Sam and Joshua came running, yelling for the fallen Guardian.

"Here." Dean groaned as he got to his knees. He stayed upright just long enough to reveal a dazed expression before collapsing forward.

Caleb's heart stuttered, recalling a 16-year-old Dean feeling fine one minute and having a brain bleed the next. He slid in next to his friend, feeling the dampness of earth soak through his jeans. He carefully helped Dean unfold himself and dragged him a foot so he could rest against one of the pine trees.

Sam and Joshua rushed in with Joshua holding a flashlight that made Dean squint and raise his hand against the glare.

"What happened to you, man? You were in a daze." Sam asked Caleb as he crouched down near his brother.

Caleb shook his head. "I thought you had it cornered." He was going to excuse his behavior and accuse others. "How did it get past you guys?"

Sam frowned. "It moves fast, right bro?"

Joshua's flashlight continued its examination and hovered on Dean's arm, blood-smeared flesh silenced the group for a second. "It bit you?"

Caleb gingerly reached for the wounded limb. The bite was wider than a human mouth, deeper in some places; blood still seeped with skin missing. Wendigos did not have a tender touch.

"Just pour some holy water on it, and let's find that thing." Dean pulled his arm towards him with a hiss and cradled it. "Guess it's good that I got that tetanus shot." He relaxed back against the tree.

"You did this on purpose so that you would be the godfather," Caleb said as he unpacked the medical kit. He needed to focus on a task or else his guilt would overtake him. During the attack he had been in a daze, lost track of time and it scared him. He wondered if the wendigo was some sort of witch that had put a spell on him.

"What?" Joshua bent down, sliding off his messenger bag, and placing his flashlight on the ground so it shed some light on them. Caleb could see the grimness in Joshua's face.

Dean chuckled. "He's talking about Baby Sawyer."

Sam withdrew his flashlight, and Caleb gestured for Sam to hold the flashlight steady on the wound. He tried to keep the mood light at his own expense. "I'd prefer a boy, but if it's a girl then that's okay, too."

Joshua frowned, moving his flashlight to shine in Caleb's eyes. "Did you hit your head?"

"No, why?" He shut his eyes at the onslaught of sudden light directed at him.

"Godfather? Really?" Joshua snorted. "Carolyn still talks about how you insinuated yourself into her announcement."

"I did her a favor. It would have taken her weeks, maybe months to say something to you."

"Wounded guy here," Dean said. "Sammy, can you give me a Band-Aid so we can get this show on the road." He attempted to reach for the med kit but the move brought a sharp intake of air and he pulled his arm from Sam's grip and cradled it to his chest again. "Shit," he gasped.

Sam's brow furrowed, showing worry. "All right, take it easy," he murmured. "Joshua, can we just use holy water on this?" Sam peeled his brother's arm from his chest, and guided it on top of his pack to keep it elevated and have access to help the wound.

"Let's try the holy water first." Joshua nodded to Caleb who had the squeeze bottle ready.

The blood seeping from the wound was mixed with an oily white substance. It shined when the flashlight glare hit it and Caleb had a visceral reaction—they had to get it off, had to get the skin clean. "You guys ready? Deuce?" Caleb swallowed, knowing the pain he was going to cause, that he was at fault because of his momentary lapse. He wished that he had been the one to have been injured.

"This isn't my first prom, Damien. Just get it over with." Dean tried to right himself against the tree.

"You've never been to the prom," Sam replied with a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Caleb was of the school of thought to make this process as quick as possible, he faltered though as the holy water took effect, bubbling the evil away with a vengeance.

"Shit!" Dean gasped again. He drew in quick, shallow breaths and the heels of his boots dug into the yielding earth as if he was trying to push himself away from the pain.

Caleb winced. "I'm sorry, man. I know. Goin' as fast as I can." With his free hand, Caleb clutched Dean's upper arm, not only to hold the limb still but to offer physical contact—as if by touching his friend he could transfer the pain to himself. He almost stopped the process all together when he saw the sweat beading on Dean's forehead, and the grip that Sam and Joshua had on each shoulder.

"Okay!" Dean breathed through gritted teeth. "It's clean. Enough, that's enough! Stop!"

Caleb watched the last of the greasy white liquid rinse away to the forest floor. "It's done," he announced when he finished.

Dean was taking calculated breaths-in and out.

"You okay?" Sam asked, releasing his brother's shoulder, giving it a pat.

Dean's arm was sitting in his lap, relaxed and wet. Joshua moved closer, trying to get Caleb out of the way, but Caleb stayed firm.

"I'd like to put a poultice on it to stimulate healing, but that's hard to do with you taking up so much space." Joshua gave him a stern look.

"Give the sibling rivalry a knee." Dean sighed, and rolled his eyes. "If you keep it up he's going to pick me as the godfather."

Caleb was relieved that Dean had recovered somewhat. This would all be forgotten with a white bandage, a guilty conscience and a six-pack after they found the wendigo. "You? You're not even in the running. He'd pick Sammy over you." Sam was still studying him, and he wanted to divert his roommate's attention. "I'll hold the flashlight."

Joshua made no comment when the light shined on Dean's arm and there were black veins tangling from the original bite site. Caleb reached for the saline in the medical kit and nervously squeezed the bottle over the wound hoping it would remove the tendrils.

With a light touch Joshua palpated the area. "Does that hurt?" he said in a hushed tone.

"Yes, that hurts," Dean pulled his arm back towards his chest.

"What's going on?" Sam asked. "He's going to be alright, right?"

Caleb wiped a hand down his face, causing the flashlight to jump unsteadily, mirroring his gut. "I fucked up."

Josh was grim. "The Wendigo bite is poisonous. The holy water had no effect." He rested back on his haunches. "But I can minimize the pain."

Dean studied the wound. It had gotten puffy in a matter of moments. "Damn."

"Could he become a wendigo?" Sam asked, moving closer.

Josh rifled through his bag, avoiding the question. Both Caleb and Sam stared at the Advisor, willing him to answer.

Sam broke the impasse. "Wendigos are made by cannibalism not by bites. Right, Joshua? Just because this wendigo may have been a witch shouldn't make a difference."

Josh sighed as he applied a paste to the wound. "There is always death," he said quietly. "I haven't heard of them biting. I don't know of any lore about their poison."

Dean let his head fall back against the tree trunk; Caleb placed his hand on his friend's leg to ground himself.

"Does this put me ahead of Damien and Sammy as the godfather?"

"You come through this, stop scaring the shit out of me and I'll relinquish it, but I'll still be a kick-ass uncle," Caleb answered with a grin he didn't feel. He took his phone out of his pocket with the hope there would be cell signal, so he could reach out to his father for medical help. But there was a large X in the corner of the phone's screen.