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Chapter 4 Wendigo
Charlotte quietly followed Sam through the trees. It had been almost a week since Jessica's funeral. Sam skipped his law school interview; he'd chosen to travel with Charlotte and Dean.
He wanted to find his father. To find the demon that killed not only his mother but also now his girlfriend. The coordinates Dean had found took the trio to a national park in Colorado.
Charlotte glanced over her shoulder. Dean was walking with the girl they'd agreed to help. Her brother had gone camping. He was supposed to call everyday but the girl, Haley, hadn't heard from him in several days. Rolling her eyes at the flirtatious grin Dean was giving Haley Charlotte quickened her pace to catch up with Sam.
"Do you think John will be here?" Sam looked away from his G.P.S. He glanced down at Charlotte before looking ahead; he had a determined look on his face.
"I don't know. Why else would he leave us the coordinates?"
The group stepped into a clearing that had once been a campsite. Haley immediately ran to the torn tent.
"This is Tommy's tent!" Charlotte looked around the campsite. All of the supplies were destroyed and covered in blood. "Tommy!"
Haley and her younger brother, Ben, started screaming for their brother. Charlotte grabbed Haley's arm and gave her a stern look.
"It will hear you, shut up!"
"He's my brother!" Sam placed his hand softly on Haley's shoulder. He nodded at Charlotte indicating he could handle it.
Shrugging Charlotte walked to the edge of the clearing. There were drag marks leading away. Someone had been taking out of the campsite. The only question was whether they were alive.
"What do you think it is?" Charlotte peered sideways at Dean. Of course he had time to talk to her now. Haley was busy talking to their guide.
He was a middle-aged man with one hell of an ego. Roy had taken one look at Charlotte and had already decided she was useless. It was fair to say she didn't like the man one bit.
"It's not an animal. I can say that much."
Roy dropped his pack near the tattered tent. He puffed out his chest and observed the site with an arrogant gaze.
"It's obvious this was done by a bear." Charlotte rolled her eyes. Could this man be anymore dense? She opened her mouth to disagree but Dean motioned for her to stay quiet.
He was looking into the trees trying to listen. Charlotte followed his gaze confused. She hadn't heard anything.
Suddenly a shrill scream echoed through the forest. The group rushed to find whoever was being attacked. Charlotte stopped just outside the clearing. Something weird was going on.
A rustling sound came from the campsite and Charlotte spun around. There was a pale figure hunched over their supplies. Pulling out her knife Charlotte crept slowly toward the creature.
She paused just inside the clearing. The creature was looking around with its nose in the air. Charlotte's eyes widened as she realized it could smell her. The creature disappeared in a flash.
It reappeared in front of Charlotte but before she could get a look at its face she felt his claws dig into her side. Charlotte was barely able to scream before the creature disappeared again.
Deans P.O.V
Dean was looking frantically around. He'd heard someone screaming; he was sure of it. Only there wasn't anyone there. Sam had the same confused look on his face. Who or what had made that noise?
Another scream filled the air. Dean recognized it instantly and his blood ran cold. Spinning around he looked at all the faces in their group. One was missing.
"Son of a bitch!" The brothers led the group as they ran back to the campsite.
The clearing was empty. Their packs were gone. Charlotte was gone. The only thing that remained was her hunting knife. The color drained from Dean's face.
"Charlie! Charlotte!" Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. He nodded toward the edge of the clearing.
"I think I know what it is." Sam opened their dad's journal and pointed at a picture. It was a black human like creature with claws.
Charlotte's P.O.V
Charlotte groaned softly. Her head was killing her. The treetops flashed quickly overhead; they were almost a blur. Lifting her head Charlotte saw the creature dragging her by her feet.
Reaching out she tried grabbing something she could use. Her fingers curled around an upturned tree root. The creature grunted when Charlotte tried pulling her feet from its grasp.
Yanking its arm the creature ripped Charlotte away from the tree. Her hand sliced open from the force causing Charlotte to swear loudly.
"Watch it dick head!" Grabbing a stone Charlotte chucked it at the creature in front of her. It smacked into the back of the creature's head. Charlotte jerked to a stop. "Shit."
The creature snarled. Spinning around it picked Charlotte up by her neck. Gasping she grabbed at the claws wrapped around her throat. Coming face to face with the creature Charlotte recognized it from reading through John's journal. A wendigo.
The wendigo roared in Charlotte's face and slammed her onto the hard ground. It waited to make sure she wasn't going to move before dragging Charlotte to its hideout.
Charlotte opened her eyes with a groan. Her body ached from head to toe. Looking around Charlotte only saw darkness. It was too dark to see who it was but she could faintly see the outline of someone.
"Hey are you alright?" The person didn't move or respond.
Looking up Charlotte found her hands bound by a rope. Her skin stung from the rope chafing. Pulling down Charlotte raised her legs. She brought them above her arms and wrapped them around the rope.
Her hands burned from the pressure. Biting her lip Charlotte shook the side of her foot. The black handle of the pocketknife she hid in her boots slid out. Grunting she dropped her leg closer to her hands.
The feeling in her hands was starting to go. With another shake the knife slid into her outstretched fingers. The metal felt cold against her numbing fingers.
Fumbling with the blade Charlotte quickly cut the rope just above her wrists. She fell to the ground with a soft thud. Groaning Charlotte rolled onto her hands and knees. Blood dripped from the scratch on her side.
The figure from before started moving and groaning. Charlotte looked up ready to attack.
"Help me." Cautiously Charlotte approached the man. She couldn't tell if he was real or just a trick from the wendigo.
The figure turned into a man about the same age as Dean. He was bound just as Charlotte had been. There was dried blood caked into his hair and face.
"Are you Tommy?" When the man nodded Charlotte sighed in relief. She had been afraid they'd find the brother dead. "My name's Charlie. I'm going to cut you down alright?"
Tommy's legs gave out when Charlotte cut the rope. He dropped to his knees. Charlotte wrapped Tommy's arm around her shoulder. Helping him stand the duo walked through the dark tunnels.
"How'd you know my name?"
"Your sister is looking for you."
The roar of the wendigo filled the tunnels; it must have realized its food was gone. Charlotte's blood ran cold. They'd never be able to out run the creature. Tommy pulled away from Charlotte.
"I'm slowing you down."
"Nonsense. Keep going straight. You should come to an opening." Tommy opened his mouth to protest but Charlotte waved her hand. "Move quickly and quietly."
Charlotte waited to make sure Tommy could stand on his own before she ran back the way they'd come. Clutching her pocketknife Charlotte peered around the dark tunnel. It was quiet; too quiet.
Rocks shifted on the left and she spun to look. Nothing was there. Turning back Charlotte ran into the back of someone walking backwards.
The person spun around to reveal Haley. She had dried blood on the side of her face. The wendigo must have gotten to her too. Looking past Haley Charlotte saw Ben and Sam.
"Charlie?"
"Hiya Sammy." Rushing forward Sam wrapped his arms around Charlotte.
The wendigo roared causing the two hunters to turn their attention toward the end of the tunnel. Charlotte could see the outline of the wendigo as it stood with it's back to the group.
She motioned for Sam, Haley, and Ben to follow her. Their shoes pattered silently across the dirt ground. The wendigo's head shot up and the creature took a deep breath in. It could smell them.
"Run!"
Sam and Charlotte pushed the siblings a head of them. Glancing down she saw a flare gun in Sam's hand. She reached for and quickly pointed the gun at the wendigo.
Charlotte's eyes widened. The wendigo was a lot closer than she'd anticipated. She pulled the trigger; the flare flew out of the gun with a loud bang. The wendigo dodged at the last second and the flare only grazed its shoulder.
"Damn it!" Charlotte stumbled back trying to put more distance between her and the wendigo.
"Charlie help!"
Sam was trying to pry the door open to no avail. It had been boarded shut a long time ago. Haley and Ben were hunched over an unconscious Tommy. Grabbing one of the boards Charlotte pulled as hard as she could. It didn't even move a centimeter.
"Fuck!" The wendigo roared again.
Charlotte and Sam turned away from the blocked door. Both were weaponless against the creature looming down on them.
"Hey!" The wendigo spun around to face whoever was behind it. Dean stood several feet down the tunnel.
It roared but before the wendigo could attack Dean fired his flare gun. The flare hit its target dead center. Flames erupted from the wendigo's chest. With a final screech the creature exploded with a flash of dust.
"Charlie? Sammy?"
"We're alright."
Charlotte crouched next to Haley. The girl was holding her brother's hand talking with him to keep him conscious.
"Let's get him to his feet." Pulling Tommy's arms around their shoulders Charlotte and Haley pulled him to his feet. They had to walk to the other end of the tunnel before the group found an opening.
Once they were outside Sam pulled his phone out to call an ambulance. Charlotte helped Haley set her brother against a tree. The three siblings huddled close to each other. Charlotte turned around only to be engulfed in a pair of strong arms.
"Dean, I'm fine." Charlotte tried pulling away but Dean only pulled her closer.
"You had me worried sick Charlotte." She frowned at his use of her full name.
Dean never called her Charlotte. The only times he ever did were when he was pissed off or scared. Charlotte brought her arms around Dean.
"I'm fine. I promise.