Wendigo.

The Wendigo is a mythical creature appearing in the mythology of the Algonquian people. A Wendigo is a malevolent cannibalistic spirit into which humans could transform. Those who indulged in cannibalism were at great risk and the legend appears to have reinforced this practice as a taboo. All cultures in which the Wendigo myth appeared shared the belief that human beings could turn into Wendigos if they ever resorted to cannibalism or, alternatively, become possessed by the demonic spirit of a Wendigo. This possession would often be in a dream. Once transformed, however, the person would become violent and [b]obsessed[/b] with eating human flesh. The most common cause of transformation into a Wendigo was if an individual had resorted to cannibalism, in order to keep from starving to death during a time of extreme hardship or famine.

In the Algonquian cultures, cannibalism, even to save one's own life, was viewed as a serious taboo; the proper response to famine was suicide or giving into death.

This was the creature that the Winchesters were currently hunting. This is what the clue they found in their father's journal on their last hunt led them to, and Blackwater Ridge is a place where John Winchester has never been. These woods were not a safe place.

Jezebel silently followed the boys from the treetops as they hiked through the woods. Sam and Dean were not alone. There were others with them, three others. A brother and sister named Haley and Ben Collins and an ass hat guide called Roy that they had hired to help them find their lost brother. Their brother had come to Blackwater Ridge camping with a few friends and failed to check in for a few days.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean began amused. She could tell by his tone that he was not fond of the guide.

"Yeah, more than a little."

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear."

Dean walks up passed Roy and turns to look at him an amused look on his face. She knew some sort of smart ass remark would be coming out of his mouth next.

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" He smirks at Roy and continues to walk by but the man holds Dean back. Dean looks at the man confused and Sam watched on, ready to step in and defend his brother if necessary. "Whatcha doing, Roy?"

Roy picks up a stick from besides him and uses it to poke an area of ground in front of them. A bear trap springs shut around it. Dean had almost stepped in it. The girl looked annoyed. The brothers were pretending to be Park Rangers, and if that were true they should have noticed something like that.

"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Roy drops the stick back to the ground and retakes the lead from Dean.

They continue to hike on, and Jezebel watches on as the girl Haley confronts Dean to the real reason that they were here in the woods. Jezebel decided that she didn't like this girl. She didn't like the way that Dean flirted with her. She didn't like the tone of voice that she used to talk to him. She didn't like her questioning his motives and she sure as hell didn't like how close she happened to be to him at that moment.

Dean explained to her that he and Sam were brothers, not Rangers, and they were looking for their father. John Winchester was not here in these woods, I think Sam had long since figured this fact out already but I was not too sure about Dean. He won the girl over with his cunning and striking smile before grabbing a bag of M&Ms from his pocket and popping a few into his mouth hiking on, the Haley girl trailing behind.

The group walked on for a while further before they found the campsite. When they arrived the tents were ripped apart and bloody. All of the supplies were scattered about which lead their tracker to believe that it was maybe a grizzly. The Winchester boys knew better. They noticed a set of tracks outside the campsite. The bodies were dragged from the campsite, but the tracks mysteriously just disappear. They threw their packs down and began searching through the site. Haley and her brother began searching for any sign of their missing brother. That was when they heard it, a voice out in the distance.

"Help! Help!" Roy began to lead the way through the woods as the group began to search for the source of the voice. "Help! Somebody!"

They found no one.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked as she looked around from her position in the woods and they all stop to listen for the voice to call out once more.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam suspicious, hurries them back to site, when they arrive back all the supplies are missing.

"Our packs!" Haley exclaims, throwing her arms in the air.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy starts as he scans the area.

"What the hell is going on?" The girl asks, sitting herself down on a nearby rock.

"It's smart." Sam begins. "It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help."

"You mean someone, some nut job out there just stole all our gear." Roy looks over at the brothers in disbelief, convinced still that it was just a bear.

Sam looks to Dean. He knows what it is that they're dealing with; he just wants to make sure. He turns to his brother and says, "I need to speak with you. In private."

Dean nods to his brother in acknowledgement and they both head off a ways from the group. When Sam's sure he's out of ear shot, he begins to speak.

"Let me see Dad's journal." Dean pulls the journal out from inside of his jacket and hands it to Sam. Sam opens it and flips through the pages until he finds the particular one that he's looking for. "All right, check that out." He points to a First Nations–style drawing of a figure.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice."

"Great." He takes out his pistol and waves it around. "Well then this is useless."

"We gotta get these people to safety."

Sam and Dean hadn't been able to convince the group to leave though they had tired. It grew dark and they knew that they didn't stand a chance until morning. They started a fire and began to draw Anasazi symbols around the campsite for protection. The beast can't cross them. I knew they would be safe for now so I climbed down from my perch to look around. I wanted to see if I could find out where the Wendigo was holding up, then figure out a way to warn the boys subtlety.

I wasn't used to this kind of thing. The whole being subtle thing I mean. Demons were not exactly known for being subtle, but I wasn't like the others. Unlike most of my kind, I had never been human. I was born of two demons of sorts, my father and the mother of all. You could say that I was some kind of an experiment. I never lived a life out here on earth until now and I was extremely resentful of that. Sure there were some perks to being a super demon. For one I was immune to most demon repelling methods. Holy water, exorcisms, devil's traps couldn't hold me. Iron didn't bother me, nor salt. I even wore a bracelet on my left wrist filled with charms from different cultures that were meant to ward off evil. I found it to be ironic.

I never did quite get along with my brothers and sisters; a fact that never used to bother me until I began watching the Winchester brothers. Sure they would fight but I adored the way that Dean protected Sam, the way he was always looking out for him. When push came to shove I know my siblings would rather kill me than sacrifice themselves. That didn't bother me much though being that I was much stronger and a hundred times more powerful than they were. I think that's why my behavior bothered my father so much. When it came down to it, I was just as powerful as he, and he knew that I could destroy him or put up a damn good fight trying if it ever came down to it. The life that he wanted for me, however, was not the life that I had wanted for myself. My father had other children besides me, ones that would do whatever he asked without a question. I just didn't understand why he then didn't turn his attention to them and forget about me.

My father did, however, have one advantage over me. I was trapped in this human body, while he was free to possess who he liked. When I had first came to earth and found the body that I have now I was never able to leave it after I had possessed it. The body I had chosen was one of beautiful young woman in her early twenties. She had came to the hospital to visit a sick relative and I had happened to be lurking around searching for a body. I was on my way to the morgue when I saw her. I remember feeling envious of her beauty and hoped that I would be able to find a meat suit as nice as hers. She then dropped dead. Her soul stepped out and I stepped in and I've been entombed in this body ever since.

It was a strange experience being trapped in this body. When I entered it, it seemed almost to come to life again. The heart still beats, the blood still flows. I began to learn what human emotions were, it was as if I was human. But I knew that I wasn't. I didn't need sleep like humans do, though sometimes I would try to. Sleep, however, would never come. I didn't need food to sustain me, but I liked to eat it anyway. I liked the feeling I got when I had eaten too much and the stomach of this body was full. I had always wished to be human and this was the closest that I was ever going to get.

I turned the corner outside the campsite and found myself face to face with the creature. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. I had forgotten just how hideous these beings are. These beings were once human, but almost all signs of what they used to be were gone.

The creature came at me. It was fast. I was faster. I tried to lure it as far away from the campsite as I possibly could, but it caught on to me and soon left me to go after the boys. I chased after the thing, trying to cut it off; trying to remember what I could about them and how I could destroy them. I was too late.

I found my way back up into the trees when I heard the gun shot. The tracker that was with them was running out into the woods gun in hand, chasing after what I'm sure he thought was some sort of bear. Not far ahead of him perched in the tree I spotted it.

"It's over here! It's in the tree!" The voice came from the Wendigo, and Roy had stopped directly underneath it. In the distance I could hear Sam and Dean trying to come to the aid of the poor idiot who obviously pissed this thing off.

The Wendigo reached down from its perch in the tree and snapped the man's neck pulling him back up into the tree with it. The creature was going to use him to send a message. Wendigos preferred to eat their victims alive, this man simply really pissed it off. Sam and Dean ran into the clearing not long after the Wendigo had taken Roy, but without any sign of them the boys quickly made their way back to the campsite.

Morning had come and the four souls that remained were around the tents. Dean was explaining to Ben and Haley that the monster that lives under the bed is in fact real.

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight." Sam began getting up from his previous position where he was studying his father's journal and began walking towards his brother. "And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well, hell, you know I'm in." Dean smiled his famous smile and the girl who stayed perched up in the trees could feel her own start to spread upon her face.

Sam grabbed his father's journal and showed the page to Haley and Ben. "'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." Dean continued.

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley asked moving a bit closer to him, the girl in the trees could feel a growl growing in her throat.

Dean began to pick up a couple things from off the ground before he continued on. "Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party." Ben chimed in rather unimpressed.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam Began.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry."

Haley looked to Dean, taking in everything that has been thrown at her. She begins to doubt if her brother is still alive. "So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?"

"You're not gonna like it." Dean glances to his brother not sure if he should tell her, Sam edges him to continue and he focuses his attention back to the girl.

"Tell me."

"More than anything, a Wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there."

"And then how do we stop it?" She asked. The girl up in the tree laughed at her lack of knowledge, though she was mad at herself for it. She didn't know why this Haley girl got under her skin so much, but secretly she hoped that the Wendigo would make a meal of her.

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically-," Dean holds up a can of lighter fluid, a beer bottle and a white cloth he had picked up from the ground before. "We gotta torch the sucker."

The group makes their way through the woods with Dean in the lead, the rest follow behind him. Along the trees there are bloody claw marks the creature had left behind. The Wendigo was leading them straight to him.

The trees in this area were destroyed forcing the demon to stay back. She knew how to make herself invisible moving behind them soundlessly, but even then she knew that if she got to close they would feel her presence.

Sam took the lead, moving further into the trees his brother right behind him. The two stopped and looked around at the trees. All around them there were bloody claw marks and broken branches. They knew now that they were being set up.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Sam spoke and stopped when there was a growling from behind.

The boys whipped around, and around them the trees began to rustle. Blood begins to drip on Haley's shirt from the tree above her. She looks up and just makes it out of the way as Roy's corpse lands where she once stood. Dean made his way over to the body while Sam began to move towards Haley.

"You okay?" He asked her. "You got it?" He asks his brother.

"His neck's broke." There's more growling and He knows the creature is on its way. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!"

Everyone took off.

I watched amused as the monster took the stupid girl, but found myself in horror as the thing took Dean. When he grabbed him, the M&Ms from the day before fell from his pocket. I picked them up and attempted to leave some sort of trail for Sam to follow. I knew that he would find it. The girl had screamed before it took her, he would follow that and find the trail. He would think that it had been left by Dean and he would go after him.

A while after we come to an old abandoned mine entrance. Still concealing myself from sight I follow the Wendigo into the mine. The tunnels were long and the creature kept moving further and further into the mine. Soon it stops in a cavern. On the floor were numbers piles of bones, and from the ceiling hung another boy. I assumed that he was brother the girl was looking for.

The monster strung up Dean and Haley and decided to munch on another man that was hanging around. He must have been one of the friends the girl's brother had gone camping with. When it had finished eating, it left making its way back towards the entrance of the mine. When I was sure that it was gone I forced myself to reappear and made my way over to Dean.

He was unconscious, and so was the girl who was strung up next to him. I looked over at her brother, he was still alive and I then set my attention back to her. I took the time to get a better look at her now. I debated killing her but decided that she wasn't much of a threat. She was pretty sure, but nothing special nothing extraordinary like I believed the girl I lived in to be. I knew that Dean thought I was attractive from the interaction we had outside of Sam's old apartment building a week ago. Since then I've thought over and over about how I were to reveal myself to him if I ever were.

I could sense that Sam was close. It was just something that I was able to do. Like my father, like my siblings, I could just sense when he was around. I looked back over to Dean and let my fingers stroke the side of his face gently. One day maybe I would know him but for now I had to draw the creature away from Sam and Ben.

I made my way back up the tunnel and back towards the entrance. I could see the creature up in the distance and figures in the shadows not far from him. I looked around and picked up something from the ground tossing it as far as I could in the direction opposite of them and it took off after it, it took off after me.

It chased me around for a good half hour before it was distracted by the sounds of the others. I was relieved to know that Sam had made it to them. I knew that they would be at a disadvantage beginning that I was sure they would have took the brother too. I concealed myself once more started to make my way towards where I knew they were. Then I heard it.

"Hey! Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!"

It was Dean. He was only inches away from where I stood flare gun in hand. I could feel my breath catch in my throat. I shook my head to draw me from my trance and attempted to turn my focus back on the task at hand. The Wendigo, though extremely hideous, was also extremely smart. I knew what he was trying to do, but so would the Wendigo. I knew Dean would be okay, so I went to turning my attention to Sam and the others just as the monster would do. Not far in the distance I heard a flare gun go off; Dean heard it too.

We both ran off towards where the shot came and found Sam with the others huddled behind him. The Wendigo had them cornered. Sam's shot missed. The creature didn't sense that Dean and I were there until it was too late. Dean took aim and fired, igniting the beast and sending it to its fiery end.

I watched from my car while the police interviewed them all. They were giving them what I was sure to be a bogus account of the event. I'm sure blaming it on a bear like it had been done in the past. Thankfully now the grizzlies were the only thing that they needed to worry about out there now. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel in time with the song that was currently playing through the radio. The paramedics were loading the oldest Collins brother into the ambulance.

I watched from afar as that witch kissed Dean on the cheek before hopping in the ambulance with her brothers. The demon that I am was screaming to destroy her, but something bigger was keeping me from doing so. I watched as Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala and they drove off.

I found myself smiling and singing along to the music as I drove of after the brothers.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend.

My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend…