The hair on the back of Dean's neck stood up and he tried to move. The wendigo behind him caught him from behind and ripped the back of his shirt open, flinging him against the wall. The flamethrower he was holding bounced and rolled farther into the cave.

Sam scrambled to get to his flamethrower, expecting to feel a wendigo's claws in his back any second, but he didn't. He managed to reach the flamethrower, and, turning around, noticed that the wendigo was dragging along a twisted, crushed leg. That must be why. The lighter wouldn't catch, the wendigo was coming closer, Sam moved backward to try to keep out of reach, and tripped and fell back just in time to avoid being decapitated by its claws. WHY won't this damned lighter WORK-

The wendigo went up in flames with an inhuman screech, and Sam crawled out of the way to avoid the burning corpse.

"Sammy?"

Sam hurried towards Dean, who was slowly moving at the base of the wall.

Dean looked up, blinking. "Sammy? Where's the wendigo?"

"I got him."

"Good." Dean winced. "Pretty sure I got a concussion. What happened to my back?"

"Wendigo got you good, but nothing some stitches won't fix."

"Alright." Dean got up, slowly, and made his way to the campers.

Sam went back as well. Sean was the only one who wouldn't wake up. Broken leg was the other one that would need to be carried. The others had several cuts and bruises, but would be able to walk to safety.

"I can help carry Jordan." Danielle supported the camper with the broken leg.

Sam checked on Sean. There was a fairly deep shoulder wound, but other than that, nothing. "Did he hit his head in the attack?"

"Yes. One of the- things-" Jordan guestured to the wendigo- "flung him out of the way and he hit a tree."

Sam nodded, and lifted Sean onto his back. Dean went to retrieve his flamethrower and they made their way toward the entrance.

"Was. . . . What happened to Alfred?" Danielle asked later. They were outside of the cave, making slow progress to where Sam and Dean had last had cellphone reception on the way there. The other campers would last, but Sam was mostly worried about Sean- who, according to Danielle, hadn't woken up in a couple of days.

"Alfred? He. . . . well. . . . ." Sam thought of that 19-year-old-kid they had talked to- alone, missing limbs, in intense pain, and terrified of the thing that had nearly killed him- and desperately wished there was some way to fix it.

"He's. . . . dead, isn't he." She looked away.

"No, he's alive. We talked to him before we came here."

Danielle looked up, and the look in her eyes was as if it was her brother who had come back to life- not someone who, supposedly, had appeared out of nowhere and hung out for a couple hours. Alarm bells started going off.

"Did you know him from college?" Sam asked.

"No. . . . he came out of the forest near our campsite. Not on a walking trail or anything, just out of the middle of the forest- it was a bit creepy. But I liked him immediately."

Sam blinked. He had the strangest sense of deja vu- Dean had said the exact same words, in the exact same tone, to him in the hospital after talking to Alfred. The alarm bells in Sam's head rang louder. It looked like they should investigate Alfred next.

"But then he. . . . never mind."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It probably does. Could I hear it?"

"Well. . . . " She studied him. "No, I can't."

"Danielle."

"You. . . . you said you guys were hunters. You hunt things that aren't human."

"And. . . "

"And whatever Alfred is, he's not human."

"How do you know?"

"When the attacks started, everyone was screaming, and running away. But he ran towards them, and-" She stopped. "This next part's kind of hard to believe."

"Try me."

"He uprooted an entire tree like it was nothing. And it was a huge tree. He threw it at one of the wendigos. It got caught in it, and the thing was just standing there, screeching at us. Then he reaches into the firepit, grabs a burning log, and starts to throw it towards the one he trapped. And then- then, the second one- it came from behind and ripped him apart." She was breathing a lot faster at this point, and looked like she was going to puke at any second.

"Calm down, Danielle. It's over now- everyone's alive, and the wendigoes won't be coming back."

"You're right, I know it's over, just. . . . "

"No, I understand. Just take a deep breath."

She nodded. Sam was surprised she was this coherent. Most of the other campers were in various states of shock.

"We got service!" Dean yelled. Everyone stopped walking and slumped to the ground, except Sam, Dean, and Danielle.

"Alright, Danielle. The story is-"

"It was a bear." She smiled sadly.

"We have to leave. Are you sure everyone will keep their stories straight?"

"I'll make sure." She lowered Jordan to the ground. "Please- don't kill Alfred."

"I don't want to." Sam really didn't- and something in him couldn't bear the thought of trying to kill him. "But we need to find out what he is."

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