Here's the next chapter! I don't know how often I'll be updating this or any of my other ones because second semester has started and I have a lot on my plate with homework and staying in shape, buuuuuut I hope you enjoy this.

Dean hadn't been nervous on a hunt since he was twelve when a werewolf had gotten a little too close to Sam for comfort and their dad was unconscious. He was nervous now though. He needed to get back to Sam and he needed to save his Dad, if not he didn't know what he would do.

He had moved from where he was when he called Elliot, the Wendigo had most likely heard him so he was now crouched under a hollowed out tree trying to breathe as quietly as he possibly could. It was screaming for him in his Dad's voice but he knew it wasn't his dad because his dad never screamed like that. It was difficult though listening to what sounded like your father calling for you with a bloodcurdling tone, it cut deep into Dean every time he heard it. He was happy the Wendigo didn't know what Sam sounded like.

Dean tried to move around a lot in one area so that it would be easier for Elliot to find him. He hoped Elliot would find him soon.

-x-

Elliot did everything Dean told him to do. He made his way to the only rented out cabin in the forest outside of Forks with a backpack full of two flair guns, a blow torch and just in case some bug spray and a lighter. He was also carrying a duffle with some clothes, a large first aid kit, and a satellite phone along with his actual phone, and some water.

When he got to the cabin it was late afternoon, and the lights in the cabin were off. He knocked on the door. There was a rustling, and someone locked the door. Not unlocked it, but locked it. Elliot knocked again.

"Knock again and I'll shoot your hand off!" Sam yelled from inside the cabin, "You needa get outta here!" Elliot realized that he was trying to make sure whomever was knocking got to safety.

"Sam its Elliot! Dean called me a couple hours ago!" He shouted through the door.

It was quiet for a moment before Sam peeked through the curtains in the window to make sure who it was. Slowly he opened the door.

"I need to do some tests."

"Tests?" Elliot asked walking into the cabin and dropping his bags.

"Yeah," Sam took out a jug of water and a silver knife, "It's not because I don't trust you, it's because I don't trust anything else."

Elliot regarded him for a moment before nodding, the boy couldn't have been more serious. Sam then immediately splashed some of the water in Elliot's face without warning. He spit it out.

"Did I pass?"

The kid shook his head, "Not yet. Cut your arm with this." he held out the knife.

Elliot raised his eyebrows, "Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Sam said impatiently, "I know Dean called you and I need to get you out there as soon as possible!"

"Okay, okay Sam." Elliot said calmly and took the knife, cut his forearm gently then handed it back. He had barely put the rag Sam handed him on his arm before the boy tackled him with a desperate hug. Elliot squeezed him tight and then held him at arm's length.

"Sam, I brought everything that Dean told me I needed. He told me to ask you what to do."

Sam nodded composing himself. Elliot had never seen a fourteen year old turn into an adult until now.

"Okay, bring what Dean told you to bring with you and the water that you brought. I'm gonna track Dean's phone, he turned the GPS on, so that you can get an idea of his location."

"What about the Wen-whatever?"

"Wendigo." Sam corrected, "All you need to know right now is that it's faster than anything you have ever seen, machine or animal. You need to be quick and you need to be as quiet as you possibly can, and even then it'll most likely still hear you."

"What if it gets me before I get to Dean?"

Sam tensed, and Elliot realized he probably shouldn't have asked him that, "That can't happen. You get to Dean and then he'll tell you what to do from there."

Elliot nodded dutifully. He was no longer their friend Elliot, he was a black ops soldier on a mission to save one of his brothers.

Sam found the general location of Dean and sent Elliot out into the woods. It was almost like sending his dad and Dean out again, he didn't wanna be alone. Elliot raced into the woods full speed holding the satellite phone that was tracking Dean. Dean wasn't as far out as he thought he might be but he was still a significant distance from the cabin. Most likely an attempt to keep Sam safe.

He was getting close when he heard it.

John Winchester screaming out for help—in agony.

Elliot froze, he didn't know what to do, he had slowed, and he was walking now, towards the dot that was supposed to be Dean.

There was a rustling and something jumped out from behind a fallen tree. Luckily before he acted with deadly force he realized that it was Dean, the kid was poking his head over the tree trunk.

"Elliot!" he whispered as loud as he could, "Get over here man!"

Elliot sprinted towards Dean who grabbed him and slammed onto the ground next to him.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you." Dean said with a smile, "Sammy told you what to do?"

Elliot nodded, "He told me to bring what you said and the water that I brought. He tracked your phone with my satellite phone."

Dean nodded proudly, "Good job Sammy," he mumbled to himself.

"Dean, your dad, I heard him, the screaming—" Dean cut him off.

"It wasn't him. The Wendigo, it can imitate voices, it's one of the ways that it catches its prey."

"What the hell is going on, Dean?" Elliot asked as Dean looked through the backpack.

"I'll explain later. Right now we need to focus on getting to the cave at the edge of the forest without being caught, finding my dad, and killing this thing, not necessarily in that order."

"How do we kill it?"

Dean grinned and held up the backpack, "That's what the flare guns are for. Fire is the only thing that can kill it."

"What is it?"

"Wendigo's are a Native American legend, there are creatures like this in many cultures. They used to be human but they get trapped in a cave or stuck without food for two long and turn to eating their companions to survive. Eating human flesh is said to give you powers, great speed, extreme strength and speed, and once they eat human flesh they never go back. After a long enough time they turn into a monster—no longer human. They're hundreds of years old and damn near impossible to kill."

"Accept you've done it?"

Dean nodded, "Damn near impossible to kill if you're not a hunter. Dad and I have taken down a couple before."

"What happened?"

"Yesterday was the anniversary of my mom's death. He's been carrying a flask in his coat and I hadn't realized. We got separated, but he had already drank himself into a stupor, he couldn't fight it off or run away."

Elliot nodded in understanding.

"We've already been here too long," Dean said looking around, "It probably has your scent by now too, we need to get going."

"Wait it goes off of scent?"

Dean nodded and then watched in confusion as Elliot began grabbing handfuls of large leaves and started rubbing them on himself. He threw some at Dean, "Rub those on your chest."

"Elliot what the fuck?"

"Its skunkweed Dean, extremely potent, it might help with disguising our scent."

They rubbed themselves until they could barely stand the smell anymore and then stood and readied themselves.

"Remember when we played hide and seek?" Dean asked him. Elliot nodded, how could forget?

When Elliot looked at Bobby in confusion the old man rolled his eyes.

"They'll show yah, go on."

Elliot followed the boys into the woods behind Bobby's house.

"Noses!" Sam shouted and he and Dean immediately touched their noses while Elliot stood their gawking at them.

"Elliot's it." Dean said with a grin.

"But I don't even know how to play!" he complained.

Sam laughed, "That's why you're it."

Elliot sighed, "Fine, how's this work?"

Basically while Elliot's back was turned and he counted to fifteen Sam and Dean ran into the woods as fast as they could and Elliot turned and ran after them. They hid in the shadows and in the trees and Elliot never found them. They had to go find them.

"This is like that, but way more serious." Dean explained, "We need to draw it out without getting caught and then we shoot it with the flare gun, but it's only one shot, so we gotta make it count. The blow torch is a last resort."

"If it can't smell us, and we're trying to hide, how can we kill it if it can't find us?" Elliot asked.

"We need to get to the cave because that's where it's got my dad and probably other victims. It stores them so it can survive for long periods of time without leaving its shelter—twenty-three years to be exact." Dean explained, "Once we're close we draw it out of wherever it is and we kill it."

Elliot nodded, "How far is the edge of the forest from here?"

"About a half mile, not far," Dean stood, "Ready?"

Elliot stood as well and shouldered the back pack, he handed Dean a flare gun and kept one for himself. "Ready."

"Be silent and run like hell" Dean told him and turned to run into the forest.

They were about halfway to the cave, Elliot was trying his damndest to keep his breathing as quiet as possible while also running as fast as he possibly could. He wondered briefly if Dean was having the same problem.

Just as Dean looked over at Elliot to let him know they were almost there when something went into and then out of Elliot's line of vision in less than a blink of the eye. The air whooshed by both of them and a loud cracking noise echoed through the woods. Ahead of them a tree had been split in half like a twig when you stepped on it.

Elliot and Dean locked eyes and then Elliot watched as Dean completely halted. Elliot stopped too and looked ahead where Dean's eyes were directed. Standing in front of them was a tall creature, it was human-esque, sort of. It had long pointy ears, fangs, creepy eyes, and long sharp nails on long fingers. Elliot had never seen anything like it before in his life.

Before Elliot could react Dean was running towards it.

"HEY! DONNER PARTY, OVER HERE!" Dean was running around it, to distract it, "COME ON BITCH, I TASTE GOOD!" The creature spun around and swiped its hand out at Dean, it missed the first time, and just as it hit Dean in the ribs and sent him flying ten feet into a tree Elliot realized that he should probably shoot it while it was preoccupied with Dean.

His first instinct was to run to Dean but he fought it and aimed at the center of the Wendigo's back as it stared down at Dean. Dean was grinning up at it. Elliot shot the flare and the monster immediately began to erupt into flames.

Elliot didn't even let the burning Wendigo into his mind as he sprinted for Dean.

"Dean!" he slid to a halt on his knees in front of the boy, "Are you okay?"

There was a small gash on Dean's forehead just above his forehead and he was holding his ribs on the left side.

"Yeah," Dean grit out, "I'll be fine. Help me up."

Elliot did so, as soon as Dean as standing he waved the older boy away, "Can I see your satellite phone?" He handed it to Dean. Dean punched in a number and put the phone to his ear.

"Sammy it's me," Dean smiled slightly, "We're fine. Yeah it's dead, get out here as fast as you can, I don't know how many victims there are but we're gonna need to help. Okay, hurry." He hung up.

"What now?" Elliot asked.

"The cave is behind those trees," Dean nodded behind Elliot, "It was a bear cave until the Wendigo got ahold of it."

They walked behind the trees and a large bear cave emerged. They could hear voices inside, a lot of the victims were probably awake and scared. When they ventured inside there wasn't anything at first but as they went further back they found around four people hung from the top of the cave. John Winchester was in the corner on the ground—unconscious.

There were two men, a woman, and small boy. They were all awake and they couldn't have looked more relieved when they entered.

"Elliot cut them down, Sam'll be here any minute to help out, I need to help my dad."

Elliot nodded and started cutting the people down.

"Where is it?" the woman asked in a panic.

"Ma'am, everything's gonna be alright," Elliot assured her, "My friend and I killed it, it won't hurt any of you anymore."

The little boy was silent, but the two men began thanking him over and over. They were a family. Father, Mother, Son and an Uncle.

"Are any of you hurt?" Elliot asked.

"Not too bad," The father answered, "I might need some stitches and some ice but I'm okay."

The Uncle held onto his brother when Elliot cut him down, "I think my leg's broken."

"We've got a cabin at the entrance of the forest, we'll bring you there and wait for an ambulance."

The woman looked at Elliot, "What do we tell them?"

Dean spoke then, as he was kneeling near his father, "Lie. Say it was a bear attack, or even a mountain lion, those are indigenous here. Just don't tell them a Wendigo attacked you and we killed it—we'll get thrown in the looney bin."

They watched as Dean tried to wake up his father, "Dad come on, wake up." There was a slight panic in his voice, Elliot tossed him a water bottle. Dean poured some on John's face and he was startled awake.

"Dean!" he pulled his son into a hug, "I'm so sorry kiddo, I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Dad it's okay, we took care of it." John pulled back and looked at him, "You're hurt."

Dean shrugged, "A couple broken ribs maybe. I'll be fine."

The little boy spoke up when John stood and Dean leaned on his father, luckily John wasn't badly hurt. "Mom, that's the man that saved me!" he was pointing at John, "He jumped in front of me so the monster wouldn't hit me."

There was a series of crying and thanking and after a couple minutes John was able to shove her off in a polite manner.

"Elliot?" John asked suddenly. Elliot nodded towards him.

"Sir."

"I called him Dad, I needed his help, I didn't want to tell him I really didn't, but I couldn't do it on my own, and I wasn't gonna let Sammy help, he's not old enough yet."

"It's okay son, it's about time he was told the truth. Thank you Elliot, for helping Dean save all of us."

Elliot nodded to him just was Sam came running into the cave with a giant first aid backpack. He dropped it to the floor and ran to his brother, "Dean!"

"Woah, careful Sammy, broken ribs." Sam eased his hug, then hugged his father and Elliot. Afterwards he looked towards the family, "Who needs medical attention?"

The father looked perplexed, "How old are you?"

"Fourteen, been certified in first aid since I turned eight. As is Dean, my Dad and Elliot. We need to fix anything too bad here and then we can do the rest at the cabin."

"Who are you people?" the uncle asked.

"They're Heroes' uncle Jim," the boy answered.

-x-

Back at the cabin, after the family was safe and on their way to the hospital Sam and Elliot tended to John and Dean's injuries. Sam was working on his dad who only had a couple gashes and a concussion. Elliot was assisting Dean who needed stitches and something to hold ice onto his broken ribs. Dean wouldn't be hunting for a while.

John and Dean had refused assistance from the EMTs and they had left with a frustrated huff. Dean was lying on his back on one of the small beds in the cabin after Elliot helped him with his injuries and when Sam finished helping his Dad he crawled onto the bed and sat wedged between the wall and his brother.

Dean smiled up at his brother, "You good Sammy?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm good, you're the one who's got broken ribs."

"I'll be fine," Dean tried to shrug but found the action a little too painful. Sam took one his brothers hands to hold onto, Dean tried to pretend that he wasn't holding hands with his brother but he couldn't help but smile at his little brother's familial affection.

"So this is what you guys do?" Elliot asked sitting down as he wiped some of Dean's blood from his hands with a rag, "The salt is a thing right?"

John laughed, "Salt is pure. It repels demons and vengeful spirits."

Elliot nodded and laughed shortly, "Awesome. Demons, ghosts—" Dean cut him off.

"It might be easier for us to tell what isn't real if you're gonna ask." Dean's voice came out slightly strained and his breathing was heavy. Elliot assumed he must be in a lot of pain.

"That might be a conversation for another time." Elliot smirked, "So how did you start doing this…hunting thing?"

John sighed, "How we got into hunting is what caused this entire Wendigo fiasco in the first place."

"Dad come on—" Dean began but John shook his head.

"No Dean, this was my fault, I should never have put you boys in danger like that." John turned to Elliot, "When Sam was a baby and Dean was around four years old a demon came into Sam's nursery. Mary walked in, he pinned her to the ceiling and burned her alive."

The Winchester's didn't miss the mere shock that crossed Elliot's face.

"Yesterday was the anniversary of Mary's death. I drank too much all day and all night and wasn't in my right mind during the case today. I endangered you boys and I'm sorry."

"Well we're all fine," Sam spoke up, "Our family is safe and that's what matters."

"I've gotta say," Elliot smiled, "You guys are the bravest family I've ever met."

"You're family too, son." John said with a small smile that his boys rarely saw.

Elliot was going to protest but John shook his head, "What does Uncle Bobby always say boys?"

John's boys replied, "Family doesn't always end in blood."

-x-

Present time:

"Wait, hold up," Hardison squinted at Elliot, "Ya'll shot a man eatin' monster with a flare gun and it just exploded?"

Elliot rolled his eyes, "It didn't explode Hardison, it burned at an exceedingly fast rate that caused the illusion of disintegration."

"Whatever, who cares how exploded, monsters are real!" Parker bounced up and dow next to Elliot on the couch. He glared at her until she stopped.

"It's not something to be excited about Parker."

Sophie and Nate were still examining the photo of Elliot with Sam and Dean that Elliot kept in his wallet. They were at Sam's high school graduation, standing in front of the impala. The smudge in the top right corner was Bobby's finger.

"So these boys are your family, that's why you want to help them." Sophie said looking up.

Elliot nodded, "They're all I have. They're on their way here and they need our help, specifically Hardison's help."

"What do they need exactly?" Hardison asked, "I can probably help them without them driving all the way here."

Elliot shook his head, "They're wanted for murder. For the third time, after they faked their own deaths. Twice. Plus I haven't seen them in over a year, we've got some catching up to do."

"They can stay at my place," Nate offered.

Elliot shook his head, "They'll be staying with me, and they have room's there. Oh we might need to prepare you a little Hardison."

Hardison lifted an eyebrow, "What for? I can handle some identity crisis and media manipulation."

"Not that," Elliot couldn't help but smirk, "It's just you look a lot like the guy that killed Sam five years back."

Hardison choked on his orange soda, "Say what?"

Alright so I took the advice of one of my reviewers and kind of made it into a story of like not only flashbacks of when Elliot was younger and of him telling these stories to the team. There's also gonna be the whole plot with Sam and Dean needing new identities because the Laviathans turned them into serial killers. Instead of going to Frank they go to Elliot and the team.