Wendigo
Dean was free from the bindings the wendigo had done him in, and was now discussing a plan with Sam. He nodded and went off to find the monster, blowtorch in hand. By his focus and determined strides, I knew that he was angry. Internally raging, actually. He couldn't believe the wendigo had gotten him.
Frankly, I was surprised also. Dean was an extremely skilled hunter. I still didn't quite know how the creature had captured him.
He walked around for a while, then heard screams. He ran towards them, thinking Sam was in danger. I hurried along with him. He came up behind the hideous creature and said, "Hey, ugly!"
I smiled a little as he torched it. He had saved many people, not only the ones right in front of him. I was proud. He had grown up well, even though I strongly disapproved of John's methods. John was so harsh with him, even though Dean did everything in his power to please his father. I had seen it, the hours of practicing a new skill in secret to impress John, and the way his face fell when his father just nodded stiffly and assigned a new task.
I was pulled from my musings as they started to head back towards town. I went right along with them, righting Dean a few times when he almost fell over. He was suffering blood loss, even though he pretended he was fine. I tried to reach out and heal him, but I'm not sure how effective I was. I think something's blocking my power that's going to him. I'll find out what I can later while Dean sleeps.
[A/N]: So what do you think of Cassiopeia? Do you like it? I'd appreciate some feedback.