Max had managed to weasel her way into the front seat, leaving Sam in the back with Xavier. Dean pressed play on the stereo and 'Carry on my wayward son' blasted out of the speakers. Max fist pumped, but she slammed her fist into the roof of the Impala. "Shit. Ow, ow, ow, ow!" she yelled, shaking her hand around. Deans stifled a laugh by biting his lip and Max gave a death glare. "S'not funny." she growled.
"Yes it is." Dean replied. "But it's good to know we share the same taste in music." They were driving through a forest when Max jumped in her seat. "Wendigo." she said, tapping the glass.
"How do you even-? Never mind." Dean said, pulling over. Max jumped out and popped the boot. Dean walked over. "Guns are just gonna make it angry-" he said,
"I know that." Max replied, grabbing a box of matches and a can of gasoline. "I'm not an idiot. But still, in case we meet a non-Wendigo." she said, grabbing a pistol and shoving it in the waistband of her jeans. "Xav 'n' Sam! Come get guns!" she yelled, then tossed Dean the gas and walked into the forest. She pulled her gun out and held it in front of her.
"Wait, Max, you're a kid. I'm not gonna let you fight a friggin Wendigo!" he yelled. Max turned around to face him then jumped on him. Dean was flattened against the ground and the Wendigo ran off. "I know what I'm doing." she said. She stood up and chased after it, gas in one hand and matches in the other. Sam and Xavier ran towards Dean. "Where is she?" Xavier asked, his face pale.
"After the Wendigo." Dean answered. A scream pierced the silent forest air and Xavier took off, Sam and Dean hot on his heels. They stopped when the came to a clearing. Smoke curled up into the sky and Max stood, leaning against a tree, a scratch on her face but otherwise unharmed. "Told you." she said. "I present to you, one ex-Wendigo." she was smiling from ear to ear as she skipped off back to the Impala. "This girl is insane." Dean said, staring at the ashes of the Wendigo. "And I have to live with her." Xavier said, walking away.