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UPDATED: 10/19/13
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles: Book One Chapter 1 WENDIGO
Blackwater Ridge
Lost Creek, Colorado
Two tents were set up near a fire ring. Crickets chirped. Inside one tent, two guys, Brad and Gary, were playing head-to-head handheld video games.
"Dude, you're cheating." Brad said.
"No, you just suck." Gary said. Something growled outside. In the other tent, a third guy, Tom Collins, recorded a video message on his cell phone.
"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge." Tom said. Something dark flicked behind the tent wall behind Tom, too fast to be identifiable as more than 'something dark'; the screen on Tom's phone, displaying the video as Tom recorded it, caught it. "We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Tom stopped recording and sent the message. Brad closed his game system and tossed it aside. Gary stared at his system for a moment, then turned to look at Brad, who was getting up and unzipping the tent.
"Hey, where ya goin'? My moment of victory."
"Nature calls." Brad said. He went outside and zipped up the tent behind him. He went to stand against the tree to relieve himself. The fire crackled. Something snapped a stick. Brad looked towards the sound and saw the trees rustling. Brad shook his head and returned his attention downward, then looked up sharply. Something growled.
Inside Tom's tent, Tom, who was reading Joseph Campbell's The Hero With A Thousand Faces, heard Brad scream. Inside Gary's tent, Gary heard the same and rolled over to look.
"Brad?" Gary called. Tom sat up.
"Gary, what's goin' on?" He asked. Gary opened the tent and sticks his head out to look around. He saw nothing. Growling. He looked up. Something pulled Gary out of the tent. He screamed. Tom turned out the lantern he had on. Shadows moved very quickly around the outside of Tom's tent. Tom looked around, his eyes following the shadows and growling. Silence fell. Something slashed open Tom's tent. Tom screamed.
IMPALA
Sam jerked awake. It was 10 Nov 2005, he was riding shotgun next to Dean, Foreigner's "Hot-Blooded" was playing. Sabrina was in the back looking out the window nodding to the music slightly. She looked forward at Sam. Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes. Dean looked over, concerned.
"You okay?" Dean asked. Sam glanced over and away.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean nodded.
"Another nightmare?" Sam cleared his throat. "You wanna drive for a while?" Sam laughed.
"Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that."
"Just thought you might want to. Never mind."
"Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."
"Mm-hm." Dean hummed. Sam grabbed a map.
"All right, where are we?
"We are just outside of Grand Junction." Sam folded down the map, which was of Colorado and had a large red X labeled 35-111.
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon."
"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-."
"We gotta find Dad first." Sam finished.
"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do."
"It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge."
"What about it?"
"There's nothing there. It's just woods." Sam put down the map. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?"
"Maybe because there's nothing there he left you a message because no one else would see it." Sabrina said with a shrug. They drove past the National Forest sign that said, 'Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forest'.
RANGER STATION
The Impala was parked next to a sign that says "RANGER STATION Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest".
"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam said. Sam and Sabrina looked at a 3D map of the national forest, paying particular attention to the ridge labeled "BLACKWATER RIDGE". Dean looked at the decorations. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place."
"Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear." Dean said. Sam looked over. Dean was looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. Sam came to stand next to Dean.
"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." Sam said. A forest ranger, Ranger Wiklinson, walked up behind them; when he spoke, Dean and Sam whipped around, startled.
"You folks aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?"
"Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam said. Sam laughed a little. Dean grinned and raised a fist.
"Recycle, man." He said. Sabrina resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Bull." The ranger said. Sam's eyes flicked to Dean, who didn't move.
"You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" Dean considered for a moment.
"Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger—" Dean checked the name tag. "Wilkinson."
"Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Dean shook his head. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."
"We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean said.
"That is putting it mildly."
"Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." The ranger eyed Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows.
The three left the ranger station. Dean was holding a piece of paper and laughing with a big grin.
"What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean?"
"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Dean and Sam stopped on opposite sides of the Impala. Sabrina went to the door on Sam's side.
"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" A pause.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?"
"Since now." Sam turned away; getting into the car.
"Really?" Dean asked and he and Sabrina got in.
COLLINS HOUSE
Dean, Sam and Sabrina were standing at the door to a house. The door opened to reveal Haley Collins.
"You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Sabrina, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy." Haley hesitated.
"Lemme see some ID." She said. Dean pulled out a fake ID with the name 'Samuel Cole' and held it up against the screen.
"Here ya go." Haley looked at it, then at Dean, who smiled. She opened the door.
"Come on in." She said.
"Thanks." The door swung open; Haley caught sight of the Impala.
"That yours?" She asked.
"Yeah." Dean said. Sam looked back at the Impala
"Nice car." She said. She led them inside to the kitchen.
Haley's brother Ben was eating at the table while Haley was in the kitchen.
"So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked. Haley came back into the room with a bowl which she placed on the table.
"He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now."
"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception."
"He's got a satellite phone, too."
"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean said.
"He wouldn't do that." Ben said. Dean eyes Ben who looked away. Haley put more food on the table.
"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other."
"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." On a laptop, Haley pulled up pictures. "That's Tommy." She clicked twice and another picture cames up, then the still frame opening the latest video.
"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Sam spotted the shadow flicking past.
"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." Dean said.
"Then maybe I'll see you there." She said. "Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself."
"I think I know how you feel." Dean said.
"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" Sam asked.
"Sure."
BAR
Someone broke a game of pool. A waitress went past carrying beer. Sam, Dean and Sabrina sat down at a table.
"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic." Sam said. "Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Sam opened his dad's journal.
"Any before that?" Dean asked. Sam pulled out newspaper articles to show them.
"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." Dean and Sabrina read the headline in The Lost Creek Gazette.
GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!
UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA
HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'
Families continue search and rescue efforts in spite of disappointing [...]
Sam pulled out his laptop.
"And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936." He said. He opened the laptop, which already had a window open to Tom's video. "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out." Sam pulled up the video and went through three frames of the video one at a time. A shadow crossed the screen.
"I saw it." Sabrina said nodding. Dean frowned slightly.
"Do it again." He said. Sam repeated the frames one by one.
"That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." Dean hit Sam. Sam looked up.
"Told you something weird was going on."
"Yeah." Sam said closing the laptop. "I got one more thing. In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack." He handed Dean The Lost Creek Gazette. "Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive."
"Is there a name?" Dean asked looking at the paper.
SHAW HOUSE
An old man, Mr. Shaw, led the three inside his house. He had a cigarette in his mouth.
"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—" Sam interrupted.
"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Shaw took a puff of his cigarette, took it out of his mouth and nodded.
"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean asked. A pause. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Another pause. "We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."
"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make." Shaw said sitting down. "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did." Sam sat down across from Shaw.
"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" He asked. Shaw paused.
"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard."
"It came at night?" Sam asked. Shaw nodded. "Got inside your tent?"
"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming."
"It killed them?"
"Dragged them off into the night." Shaw shook his head. "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since." A pause. Shaw's hands went to his collar. "Did leave me this, though." Shaw opened his collar to reveal three long scars. Claw marks. The three looked at them. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon."
Dean, Sabrina and Sam walked the length of a corridor with rooms on either side.
"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." Dean said.
"So it's probably something else, something corporeal." Sam said.
"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor."
"Shut up. So what do you think?"
"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it."
"It means 'of or relating to a person's body, esp. as opposed to their spirit.'" Dean looked at Sabrina. "Hey I went to college too."
"Alright smarty pants." Dean rolled his eyes and the three went outside.
Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and propped it open with a shotgun. He put some guns in a duffel bag. Sam leaned in.
"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there." Sam said.
"Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?"
"Yeah." Dean looked at Sam.
"Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean picked up the duffel.
"Finding Dad's not enough?" Sam slammed the weapons box shut, then the trunk. "Now we gotta babysit too?" Dean stared at him. "What?"
"Nothing." He threw the duffel bag at Sam before waking off. Sam stared after him.
A man, Roy, spoke to Haley and Ben while checking a shotgun. They were all carrying full backpacks.
"I'll tell you again, I don't think Ben should come." Roy said.
"Roy—"
"Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." The impala pulled up and Roy Haley and Ben stared at it. Haley shook her head. Sam, Dean and Sabrina got out of the car. Sabrina pulled a duffel bag out of the back.
"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked.
"Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asked.
"Who are these guys?" Roy asked.
"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." She answered. Sam headed past everyone.
"You're rangers?" Roy asked.
"That's right." Dean said.
"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley asked. Dean looked down at himself.
"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." He walked past her.
"What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." Roy said.
"Believe me, I know how dangerous It can be." Dean said. "We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all."
The group hiked through the forest, Roy in the lead, then Dean, Haley, Ben, Sabrina and Sam bringing up the rear.
"So Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean said.
"Yeah, more than a little."
"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"
"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Dean walked past him.
"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean asked. Roy grabbed his shoulder.
"Whatcha doing, Roy?" Roy grabbed a stick and poked the bear trap Dean had almost stepped in. Haley looks annoyed.
"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Roy said. Roy dropped the stick and retook the lead.
"It's a bear trap." Dean said. They hiked on. Haley caught up to Dean.
"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." She said. She grabbed his arm "So who the hell are you?" Ben went past the two. Sam looked at Dean, who indicated with his expression for Sam to keep going. Dean watched him go for a moment.
"Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat." Haley looked at Sabrina who was with Sam.
"And her?"
"She's our sister." He lied.
"She doesn't look anything like you."
"She's adopted."
"Why didn't you just tell me you were looking for your father from the start?"
"I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. So we okay?" A pause.
"Yeah, okay." She said.
"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean pulled out a big bag of peanut M&Ms and stuck his hand in the bag as he hiked on. Haley waited a moment, then followed.
Roy led the way, followed by Sam, Sabrina, Ben, Haley, and Dean.
"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy said. Sam walked past him.
"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked. Roy pulled out a GPS, which read N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55.
"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Dean came up to Sam. They listened.
"You hear that?" Dean said.
"Yeah. Not even crickets." Sam said.
"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy said.
"You shouldn't go off by yourself." Sam said.
"That's sweet. Don't worry about me." Roy waved his gun and pushed between Dean and Sam to retake the lead. Dean turned back to the others as Ben and Haley caught up.
"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." Dean said. Sabrina nudged Sam's arm. He looked down at her.
"The coordinates are the same your father left." He nodded.
"I know... and there's no sign, no message."
"Maybe their brother knows something and your father wants us to save him?" Sam shook his head.
"Not like him. I think he just gave us a case."
The group, minus Roy, was looking around near a large rock.
"Haley! Over here!" Roy called. She ran towards his voice, followed closely by the others. They came to a halt.
"Oh my God." Haley said. The tents were torn open and bloody and all the supplies were scattered.
"Looks like a grizzly." Roy said. Dean and Haley looked around.
"Tommy?" She called. She took off her backpack and went through the campsite. "Tommy!" Sam moved to catch up with her.
"Shh."
"Tommy!" She called again.
"Shh-hh-hh!" Sam shushed.
"Why?"
"Something might still be out there." He said.
"Sam!" Dean called. Sam went over to Dean, snapping a stick, and crouched next to him. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." They stood up. "I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog." They headed back to the campsite. Haley picked up Tom's cell phone; it was bloody. She cried. She turned the phone over and the back was open. Dean crouched next to her.
"Hey, he could still be alive." He said. She gave him a look.
"Help!" Someone called. "Help!" Roy led the way as everyone ran to the aid of the shouter. "Help! Somebody!" They found no one.
"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked. They listened.
"Everybody back to camp." Sam said.
Back at the campsite, all the supplies were missing.
"Our packs!" Haley exclaimed.
"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy said.
"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked.
"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam said.
"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy said. Sam went to Dean
"I need to speak with you. In private." Sam looked over and Sabrina and motioned her over. The three moved away from the group.
"Okay. Let me see Dad's journal." Sam said. Dean handed it over. Sam opened it and flipped through until he found a particular page. "All right, check that out." He turned it so Dean could see. Sam pointed to a First Nations–style drawing of a figure.
"What's that?" Sabrina asked.
"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west." Dean said. Sam handed Sabrina the journal so she could look over the page.
"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." Sam said.
"Great." Dean took out his pistol. "Well then this is useless." Sam gave the journal back and headed past Dean.
"We gotta get these people to safety."
Back at the campsite, Sam addressed the group.
"All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."
"What?" Haley asked.
"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy said.
"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." Sam said.
"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders." Roy said.
"Relax." Dean said.
"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam said. Roy stepped right into Sam's space.
"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."
"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Roy laughed.
"You know you're crazy, right?"
"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—" Dean pushed Sam and moved him away from Roy.
"Roy!" Haley said as he laughed.
"Chill out." Dean said.
"Stop." Haley said. "Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." A long pause.
"It's getting late." Dean said. "This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."
"How?" Haley asked.
It was night. The group has built a campfire, and Dean drew something in the dirt around the campsite while Haley poked at the fire.
"One more time, that's—" She said.
"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughed, gun over his shoulder. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." Dean headed over to sit next to Sam, who was at the edge of the campsite. "You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?"
"Dean—"
"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" A pause.
"Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"
"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."
"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?"
"This is why." Dean came around to Sam's front and held up the journal. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." Sam shook his head.
"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"
"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it."
"Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about. We have to kill it, then Sabrina can get back to a normal safe life and not have to deal with all this crap. Jess would've wanted me to keep her safe I-"
"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Sam looked down then up.
"How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Sam asked. Dean looked over at Haley and Ben.
"Well for one, them." Sam looked over. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." A pause. "I'll tell you what else helps." Sam looked at him. "Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can." Sam smiled. Suddenly a twig snapped and someone was screaming.
"Help me! Please!" They stood and Dean readied his gun. "Help!" Sam shined a flashlight about.
"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said.
"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked.
"Help! Help me!" Suddenly there was growling. Roy pointed his gun at the sound.
"Okay, that's no grizzly." He said. Haley looked to Ben
"It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." Something rushed past and she shrieked.
"It's here." Sam said. Roy shot at the rustling, then again.
"I hit it!" Roy said then went to go see what he'd hit.
"Roy, no! Roy!" Dean shouted after him. Dean turned to Haley and Ben. "Don't move." He looked at Sabrina. "Sabrina, you stay with them." He said sternly. Haley was holding a stick, burning at one end, as a weapon. Dean and Sam ran after Roy.
"It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy said. The wendigo reached down from the tree and snapped Roy's neck and lifted him into the tree.
"Roy!" Dean shouted. Sam shined the flashlight around.
The next morning, Sam was sitting against a hollow tree stump, holding his dad's journal and playing with a lanyard attached to it. The others were among the tents. Sabrina walked over to Sam.
"Hey." She said. He looked up at her.
"Hey." She sat down next to him.
"That journal," She said. "It's your fathers?" Sam nodded. "And it has notes about… monsters? Like the wendigo."
"A lot more than notes." He said looking at it. "After this is over I want you to read it. Dean and I already know about this stuff. You don't." She nodded.
"It would be helpful to know more about this stuff so I'm not just a burden to you." She said with a sheepish smile.
"Are you… Have you been having nightmares too?" Sam asked. She shook her head.
"I haven't been able to remember my dreams for two years; even if I am having nightmares I wouldn't know it."
"Lucky." He muttered. She looked at him sadly. She put a hand on his knee in a comforting manner.
"I miss her..." Sam looked at her sadly. "She played the big sister role so well..." Sabrina swallowed. "She was my best friend." She bit her lip. Sam put a comforting arm around her and pulled her close to him in a half hug. "I'm sorry." She sniffled wiping away a single tear. "I-I should talk about-"
"It's alright." He said softly. "I miss her too. We'll get through this together. We'll find her killer." She looked up at him and nodded. "Come on." He said nodding her head towards the others. They stood up before walking to the others.
"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Haley said.
"I wish I could tell you different." Dean said.
"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" She asked.
"We don't. But we're safe for now."
"How do you know about this stuff?" A pause while Dean considered.
"Kind of runs in the family." Sam came over.
"Hey." Haley got up. "So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."
"Well, hell, you know I'm in." Dean said. Sam showed the wendigo page of John's journal to Haley and Ben.
"'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."
"They're hundreds of years old." Dean said. "Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter."
"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley asked. Dean picked a couple things up off the ground.
"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 said.
"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam said.
"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." Dean said.
"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.
"You're not gonna like it." Dean looked to Sam then to Haley.
"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?"
"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically—" Dean held up the can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and the white cloth he'd picked up. "We gotta torch the sucker."
Dean led the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. Haley followed, then Ben, then Sabrina and Sam. They passed trees with claw marks and blood. They walked for about 20 minutes. Sam and Sabrina were walking ahead.
"Sam, Something doesn't feel right." Sabrina said shaking her head slightly. Sam looked around at the trees.
"You're right… Dean." Sam said and Dean moved to catch up.
"What is it?" The three looked around at the trees. There were bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere.
"You know," Sam said. "those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Suddenly they heard growling and the three whipped around as the trees rustling.
Haley was standing under a tree. Blood dripped on her shirt. She noticed and looked up, she screamed then leaped out of the way; Roy's corpse landed where she'd stood. Dean examined Roy as Sam went over to Haley.
"You okay? You got it?" Sam asked.
"His neck's broke." Dean said. Sam helped Haley up and there was more growling. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!" Dean said and everyone took off. Ben fell and grabbed Sabrina out of reflex.
"I'm sorry, sorry!" He said quickly. Sam hurried back to help them up, dividing the group three and two.
"Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha." Sam said.
Dean and Haley stopped short: the Wendigo was in front of them. Haley screamed.
"Haley?" Ben called. Sam stopped running and picked up Dean's Molotov cocktail, the bottle broken.
"Dean!" Sam shouted.
"If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" Ben asked as the three walked through the woods.
"Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it, pissed it off." Sam said.
"I'd get pissed too." Sabrina said. Ben found a trail of peanut M&Ms and picked one up.
"They went this way." Ben said. Sam and Sabrina caught up to Ben, who handed over the M&M to Sam. Sam laughed.
"It's better than breadcrumbs." He said tossing the M&M away.
The three followed the trail. They came to a mine entrance marked with a sign that said WARNING! DANGER! DO NOT ENTER EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL. Sam looked at Ben and Sabrina and shrugged, before going inside. The two followed. Above the entrance was a larger sign that said KEEP OUT NO ADMITTANCE.
MINE
Sam shined the flashlight ahead of them. Suddenly they heard growling and Sam shut off the light and pulled Ben and Sabrina against the wall. The Wendigo came towards them. Sabrina gripped Sam's sleeve. Sam covered Ben's mouth before he could scream. The Wendigo took a different tunnel at the crossing. They kept going. The floorboards creaked; They stopped a moment and suddenly the floor gave way and the three fell. They tumbled and Sabrina ended up on top of Sam.
"Ow…You okay?" She whispered getting off him. He nodded sitting up. There was another pile nearby of skulls. Ben looked up and one was right in his face making him leap backward.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Sam said putting his hands on Ben's back. Sabrina looked around.
"Oh my god." She gasped and quickly got up. Sam and Ben looked up to see what she saw and found Dean and Haley hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. Sam ran to Dean where Sabrina was already trying to wake him; Ben ran to Haley.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"Dean, Dean wake up." Sabrina lightly hit his face.
"Haley, wake up!" Ben said quietly. Sam grabbed Dean and shook him.
"Dean!" Dean opened his eyes. "Hey, you okay?" Sam asked. Dean winced.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!" Ben said. Sam cut Dean down, Sabrina helped catch him.
"Gotcha." Sam said. Ben took care of Haley. They helped them over to an empty patch of floor and got them sat down. Dean made pained noises.
"You sure you're all right?" Sam asked. Dean grimaced.
"Yeah. Yep. Where is it?" Dean asked.
"He's gone for now." Sam said. Haley divested herself of rope. She spotted Tom still hanging and stood up. She walked over crying.
"Tommy..." She touched his cheek and his head jerked up. She jumped back and shrieked before turning to Sam. "Cut him down!" Sam went over and got Tom down. "Hey, We're gonna get you home." The stolen supplies were piled in the corner next to Dean. Dean picked up flare guns and stood up.
"Check it out." He said.
"Flare guns. Those'll work." Sam said. Sam grins. Dean laughed and twirled the guns.
They headed down a tunnel, Dean and Sam in the lead with the flare guns and Sabrina then Haley and Ben supporting Tom, who was limping. There was a low growling.
"Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean said.
"We'll never outrun it." Haley said. Dean looked back at them
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean said to Sam.
"Yeah, I think so." He said.
"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."
"What are you gonna do?" Haley asked. Dean winked and started walking and yelling.
"Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good." Sam waited until Dean was a safe distance away.
"All right, come on! Hurry!" He said. They followed him down another tunnel. There was a growling. Sam pointed the gun down the tunnel, then lowered the gun and turned to the others. "Get him outta here."
"Sam, no." Haley said.
"Go! Go! Go!"
"Come on, Haley!" Ben said. The two helped Tom along the tunnel.
"You're insane if you think I'm going to leave you alone." Sabrina said.
"Stubborn as always." Sam held the flare gun ready to shoot, looking down the tunnel. "Come on. Come on." There was a growling directly to their right. Sabrina sucked in a breath and the two turned to see the Wendigo right there. She screamed; Sam shot and missed. He grabbed Sabrina's arm and ran after the Collins's.
"Sam!" Haley called. The two caught up.
"Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry." He said. They ran to the end of the tunnel, the Wendigo right behind. They hit a dead end."Get behind me." He pushed everyone behind him. The Wendigo approached, taking its time.
"Sam." Sabrina whimpered gripping the back of his jacket. The Wendigo started getting closer. Suddenly Dean came up from behind it.
"Hey!" He shouted. It turned and Dean shot it in the stomach. The flare went off and the Wendigo went up in flames. "Not bad, huh?" Sam grinned
RANGER STATION – NIGHT
An ambulance loaded up Tom. Two police officers interviewed Ben; Sam stood behind Ben.
"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" One officer asked.
"That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds." Ben said. Sam nodded.
"All right, we'll go after it first thing." Haley talked to Dean; both had already been patched up.
"So I don't know how to thank you." She said. Dean smirked lasciviously. Haley smiled despite herself. "Must you cheapen the moment?"
"Yeah." He said with a grin. A paramedic came up to Haley.
"You riding with your brother?" She asked.
"Yeah." Haley said. The paramedic headed back to the ambulance. Haley turned to Ben. "Let's go." Sam and Ben nodded at each other. Haley kissed Dean on the cheek. "I hope you find your father." Haley and Ben headed for the ambulance. "Thanks, Sam." She smiled at Sabrina. Haley and Ben climbed in the ambulance with Tom, who was shirtless and bandaged. Sam sat on the Impala's hood with Dean, Sabrina standing near them.
"Close her up." A paramedic said. Another closed the ambulance doors.
"Man, I hate camping." Dean said.
"Me too." Sam agreed. The ambulance drove away with sirens blaring.
"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I know. But in the meantime?" Sam smiled. "I'm driving." After a moment Dean tossed him the keys looking unhappy he couldn't drive. They two got into the car and Sabrina got into the back.
"When can I drive?" She asked.
"When you're older." Dean said looking back at her. She stuck her tongue out and he rolled his eyes with a smirk. Sam grinned as he pulled away. Dean turned around in his seat to look back at Sabrina more. "Bag on the floor there." He nodded to the space behind Sam's seat. "Get the journal out. Start reading as soon as the sun comes up."
"Aw man, come on I'm outta school and I still have homework? I wanted to sleep." She whined.
"Fine, I'll wake you at sun up, Princess." She leaned forward quickly and pecked his cheek.
"You're a doll." He smirked and she lay down in the back.
"Night Bri." Sam said.
"Night guys."
Tell me what you think, next one out once I finish it.