Thanks for the reviews, Rebecca. I'm glad my stories don't go unread. Sorry my chapters are short, guys, but I don't do long chapters or one-shots, so this is the compromise. Keep R&R'ing and I'll keep writing! But no flames. I'd use them to make s'mores but I'm full from lunch. And now... Chappie 4!
"Gimme some M&M's." I command Dean, but he just scowls and pops another handful in his mouth. Thinking hard, I let out an evil giggle and bust out the puppy-eyes. They aren't as good as Sam's but still good enough for Dean to thrust the almost-empty bag into my hands with a grumble about how he was hungry. I suddenly pull up short and look around wildly. Sam notices and immediately asks me what's wrong, but a whoosh and scream, and the annoying hunter guy vanishes. I growl and fire into the air. Another whoosh and I'm the one screaming as the Wendigo wraps a clammy hand around my ankle and pulls me through the forest. I struggle until I hit my head on a rock and the world goes black.
I wake up tied to a post in a dank cave and start struggling, which is a bad idea. Long story short, concussion, nausea, M&M's suck coming back up. I see a shadow move in the corner of my eye and the once-human cannibal slinks towards me, long claws bared like filthy, tetanus-ridden knives. Cursing, I scream as a claw drags down my arm, followed by a trail of welling blood which the creature licks up like a dog. I shudder and wince as the movement causes a gasoline fire of pain to blaze down the length of my bicep. The creature lets out a hissing sound which I realize is laughter. My foot flies up almost of its own accord and buries itself in the Wendigo's face. I laugh as the creature backs up and slams into a termite-ridden wood post. It quickly charges me and slashes my face with one hand and my stomach with the other. I bite my lip hard enough it draws blood to keep from giving the evil thing the satisfaction of my pain. He detects it, however, and let's out another hissy laugh. Suddenly, a bright flash of light of light blinds me, and when the sunspots fade, Dean stands in a pile of Wendigo ashes, sawing at the rope wrapped around my wrists and asking Sam if the other prisoner is alright. Tired from the excitement, my eyes close of their own accord.