Here's chapter 4! Enjoy!
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Previously…
The Winchesters stared at each other intensely before Dean spoke.
"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it- not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves,"
"How?" Hailey asked.
Sam, Katie, Hailey, Ben and Roy were sitting around the small fire made in the center of the ruined camp.
"One more time. That's…?" Hailey asked.
"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection," Dean replied, drawing more symbols in the dirt.
"The wendigo can't cross them," Katie explained.
Roy laughed.
"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy," said Dean.
Roy didn't even bother to reply.
Dean walked over to sit down next to Sam and Katie.
Katie was admiring the stars, while Sam was lost in thought.
Dean stared at Sam for a minute.
"You want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked.
Katie immediately reached behind Sam's back and smacked Dean on the back of the head.
"Ow!" Dean exclaimed.
Katie just smirked.
"Dean…," Sam trailed off.
"No, you're not fine. Kat and I both know it, and deep down you know it too. Besides, I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"
Katie smiled at Dean's comment, but Sam's expression didn't change.
"Dad's not here," said Sam.
A silence fell upon the siblings before Sam spoke again.
"I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would've left us a message, a sign, right?"
"Yeah, you're probably right. To tell you the truth, I don't think dad's ever been to Lost Creek,"
Shock wavered across Katie's face before it disappeared- however, she said nothing.
"Then let's get these people back to town, and let's hit the road… go find dad. I mean, why are we still even here?" Sam asked.
Sam sighed. Dean studied his brother intensely before taking out their father's journal.
"This is why… this book. This is dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to all of us. I think he wants us to pick up things where he left off- you know, and Kat knows- saving people, hunting things… the family business,"
"That makes no sense. Why- why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"
"You know dad, Sam. He's always been cryptic. He always wants us to figure things out by ourselves. But the way I see it- the way Kat probably sees it- dad's given us a job to do, and I intend to do it," said Dean.
"Dean… Katie… no. I gotta find dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about,"
Katie stared sadly at Sam.
"Okay. All right. Sam, we'll find them. I promise. But listen to me. You've got to prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. Patience, man," Dean remarked.
Sam shook his head and laughed.
"How do you guys do it? How does dad do it?"
"For one, them,"
Sam, Dean and Katie glanced over at Hailey and her brother.
"I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others," said Dean.
Katie nodded. "It does make things a bit more bearable,"
"And I'll tell you what else helps when Kat and I hunt- we kill as many evil sons of bitches as we possibly can," said Dean.
Katie leaned over to hug Sam- however it was a quick hug, because they heard a voice cry for help.
"Help! Help me!" The voice called.
The Winchesters rejoined the others and circled up, with their backs facing the fire.
"Help me!" The voice continued to shout.
"It's just trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put," said Dean.
"Inside the magic circle?" Roy teased.
"Help!" The voice called again.
"Help me!" This time the cry was followed by a beastly growl.
"Okay, that's no grizzly," said Roy.
"It's okay. We'll be all right. I promise," said Hailey, reassuring her brother.
The wendigo growled again, and Hailey screamed, while Dean, Sam and Katie remained tensed and on alert for any movements.
Nearby bushes began to move.
"It's here," said Dean.
At the sight of a moving bush, Roy shot into it.
Seconds later, Roy let off another shot, causing the wendigo to yowl in pain.
"I hit it!" Roy exclaimed, and ran off into the woods after it, leaving the protection of the circle.
"Roy, no! Roy!" Dean yelled.
Roy kept running after the wounded wendigo into the darkness of the woods.
"Don't move," Dean ordered before racing after Roy; Sam and Katie followed him.
"It's over here!" Roy exclaimed.
"Roy!" Dean yelled.
Before Dean caught up with Roy, the wendigo reached down from its perch on a nearby tree, grabbed Roy by the throat and pulled him up.
"Roy?" Dean asked, approaching the spot where Roy was.
The Winchesters panned the area with their flashlight.
"Roy?" Dean yelled again.
It was day again, and Sam was leaning against an old trunk of a fallen tree just outside the campsite, lost in thought.
"I don't… I mean, these types of things- they aren't supposed to be real," said Hailey.
"I wish I could tell you different. My brothers would tell you the same thing," said Katie.
"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" Hailey asked.
"We don't," said Dean.
"But we're safe for now," said Katie, elbowing her older brother in the ribs.
"How do you guys know about this stuff?"
Dean studied the ground for a minute before answering.
"It kind of runs in the family,"
Dean and Katie got up and walked away, leaving Hailey to her own thoughts.
"Hey," said Sam, walking back into camp; Hailey looked up at him.
"So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one… want to kill this evil son of a bitch,"
Katie smiled at Sam, knowing that part of Dean's speech to him last night must have gotten through his thick head.
"Well, hell, you know I'm in," said Dean, clearly shocked.
"You can count me in as well Sammy," said Katie.
"Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means, 'evil that devours,'" said Sam.
"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man, sometimes an Indian or other times a frontiersman or a miner or a hunter," said Katie.
"How does a man turn into one of those things?" Hailey asked.
"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help- becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp," said Dean.
"Like the Donner party," Ben suggested.
"That's right. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities- speed, strength, immortality," Sam explained.
"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry," Dean added.
"So, if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Hailey questioned.
The Winchesters exchanged worried glances with each other, knowing Hailey might not like their opinion.
"Tell me," Hailey demanded.
"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it's awake, it keeps its victims alive… it stores them so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother is alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. And we got to track it back there," said Katie.
"And then how do we stop it?" Hailey asked.
"Well, guns are useless- so are knives. Basically, we gotta torch the sucker," said Dean, holding up alcohol and an empty bottle.
I hope you loved it! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! A final update is on its way! Remember to leave a review!
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