Sorry for the hellatus. I got sidetracked, by, uh, LIFE. ;) Anyway, my summer job is over, and I have 2 weeks of...NOTHING. Which means finish stories like a boss. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Dean woke to the screaming again. Except it was worse. He could tell it was noon, because the sunlight from the hole was the first thing he saw.

When he looked up to see what was going on, he immediately looked away. The wendigo was gnawing on Ally, her arms, shoulders, while she screamed and cried.

"DEAN. GOD, HELP ME!" she sobbed, the slight gash on her forehead bleeding again.

Dean couldn't look away from her eyes. So…hopeful. In pain, but the belief of being saved was still there. Dean already knew he wouldn't survive this. But to see a young woman with a real life being eaten slowly by a monster was absolutely horrifying to think of, much less watch.

But blood continued to be shed, and Dean had to close his eyes to try to drown out the screaming, crying, and growling.

And then it was silent except the sound of the wendigo licking his fingers.

"Ugh." Dean grunted from the sight next to him. Pretty Ally's face was gone. At least half of her face had been eaten.

"Dude, that's just gross." Dean growled. To his surprise, the wendigo was suddenly right in front of him, so close Dean could smell his breath.

Dean didn't dare move. Didn't make a sound.

A few minutes passed, and the wendigo was still in front of him, breathing close to his face. Suddenly, Dean screamed as the monster ripped a hand across his face, clawing off the skin. Dean could feel the blood oozing out from his cheek.

And then the monster grabbed his arm, squeezing it, making Dean groan in pain.

It kept getting tighter, the claws sinking into his skin. Dean had to gasp when the bone snapped, as if it was a twig.

Then he screamed again, loud and long.

When he stopped the wendigo was gone. The only other person in the room was Ally's corpse.

DAY 5 Pain

Pain was one thing Dean Winchester was used to. He'd been stabbed, shot at, clawed, hit, punched, and been thrown across a room more times than any. A broken arm hurt like a bitch, but it could have been worse. His face actually hurt more, because he already knew infection had settled in.

That wasn't the worst of it. Late fall snow had started, and it made the air freeze. Dean could see his own breath, counting off each puff.

Dean spent most of his boring, anxious day thinking about pain. That wasn't exactly a good sign.

He thought all the way back to when his mom died. That was the first real pain Dean felt, when he was 4 years old.

Sometimes people say its bad when you see it happen, but its loss that really kills you. No one to smile at him with her pretty face, baking cookies after a long day.

No more her.

Dean had adjusted to his father's ex-Marine behavior, obeying every order. Sometimes he wondered why he actually followed his father's orders. Maybe it was because he knew that Dad knew what he needed to know, and Dean was supposed to help him.

Because that's the way it is.

DAY 7 Hygiene

Dean had never felt so exhausted in his life. He knew he was going to die soon. He felt it.

The day before, the wendigo brought in another guest. He was about 32, though a little shorter than Dean. The man had been unconscious ever since. At least Dean thought so.

So far it hadn't come back.

Dean had ended up feeling nauseous from the smell of death. God, it was like walking into a hospital where it smelled of sick and old people, except so much worse.

Luckily Dean didn't have much in his stomach to empty. The 15 bugs he'd eaten were all out, however. And Dean didn't want to think of his pants, where he had to do his business.

A mumbling noise echoed around the room.

"Gotta speak up, dude." Dean mocked. His voice was raspy and barely above a whisper.

"It smells."

"That's probably me." Dean said, looking up to see the man across from him.

"W-where am I?" he asked.

"Your worst nightmare." Dean scoffed slightly.

"Helpful."

"You're just like the last one." Dean said, blinking the dirt out of his eyes.

"Who?" the man asked, still trying to struggle out of his binds.

"The last person who was in your position next to me." Dean said, as if it was obvious.

"And what happened to her?" the man grumbled.

"Look to the right." Dean muttered.

The man gasped and Dean saw him shut his eyes tightly.

It was the last words the two exchanged.

When I posted this on a different site, I just posted all of it at once. So I guess I'm going to merge 2 or 3 parts in one chapter. I actually wrote this story a really long time ago, so the writing isn't as good as I'd like it to be. But, you guys seem to like it :)