A/N: I'm watching the episode Fan fiction, while I write fan fiction and it's great. I love the cover of Wayward son at the end of the episode. It's such a good episode.
Catherine led the way as Sam and Dean walked behind her through the woods.
"So what the hell was that all about?" Dean asked his brother.
"What do you mean?" Sam avoided the question, whispering his answer so that Catherine wouldn't hear the conversation.
"Well you're whispering, so I know you know what I mean." He joked.
"Ok, so you know how when we left I told you she said she was interested in learning about hunting?" Sam told his brother.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, it was more like she told me she was hunting weather I liked it or not and wanted to come with us, but I told her I didn't think it was a good idea. I was hoping if she was on her own she'd let it go. I guess that wasn't the case."
"You let her go out alone?" Dean responded annoyed.
"I thought she'd lose interest. If she came with us there would have been no turning back." Sam defended.
"So dying on her own is better?"
Sam rolled his eyes in response. "Look, I underestimated her. Clearly she's way more determined than I thought. She's actually a pretty good hunter. Got all the way out here on her own didn't she."
Dean looked from his brother to the girl in front of them, then back to his brother. Sam was watching her with a look of, Dean didn't even know what.
"Oh would you cut it out."
"What?" Sam defended innocently.
"Just because she's not 18 anymore, doesn't mean it's not weird."
"Hey it's not like that." Sam responded
"Oh, it's not like that" Dean mocked. "Of course it's like that. You're weird around girls, and you've been weird around her since the first day we met her."
"I have not."
"Oh, shut up, you know you have."
"Ok, so I like her a little. She's nice, and we have a lot in common. There's nothing wrong with that." Sam admitted.
"So why is there nothing wrong with it when you lik her, but when I said she was hot two years ago I was creepy?" Dean asked.
"She's 20 now. It's not as weird as hen she was 18 and fresh out of high school. Also, She's only 4 years younger than me, dude, you're almost 30."
"Hey, hey, we don't mention the t word. And I'm 2 year away. That's not almost." Dean responded defensively.
"Ok, you don't want to talk about your thing, I don't want to talk about my thing. How about we both just shut up for a bit." Sam said, before stepping up his pace a bit getting in front of Dean.
Catherine stopped. "I think this is it."
"What? The cave?" Sam asked.
"I don't see anything." Dean said.
"We're not just going to stand right in front of it asking to be eaten." She spoke back. "It's over there" She pointed to a cave entrance barely visible through the trees. "Now we need a plan."
"Ok, so we're assuming Eli and Parker are both in there still alive? " Sam said.
"And we're guessing the Wendigo is in there too, since the last time we saw, it was headed that direction." Dean said.
"Wait what did you just say?" Catherine asked him.
"The Wendigo, it's probably-"
"No, stop, yeah. Say that word again." she repeated.
"Probably?"
"No, before that."
"Wendigo?"
"Yeah." She laughed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"You say it too." she said to Sam.
"Wendigo?" he complied.
"Wendigo" She corrected.
"Wendigo." Sam spoke.
"Wendigo" she corrected again.
"Wendigo" Dean spoke again.
"WHEN-di-go" She emphasized the syllables in her pronunciation.
"Wen-D-go" Dean emphasized.
"WHEN-di-go." She corrected.
"WHEN-di-go?" Sam copied questioningly.
"Yeah. Why do you guys say it like that?" she laughed at the boys.
"Like what?" Dean asked.
"Wendigo" She mocked the brother's pronunciation of the word.
"Why do you say it that way?" Dean asked.
"Um, the right way?"
"Wait what?" Dean asked. "What makes you say that?"
"Because it is. Look up literally anything and it will tell you that's how you say it. Who told you it was Wendigo?"
"Our dad." Sam responded.
"And you never once noticed it was wrong?" she laughed.
"Oh, shut up. Doesn't matter how you say it, Wendigo is a Wendigo and bitch needs to get dead." Dean spoke.
"Ok, here's the plan. Dean and I go in first. We'll deal with the Wendigo, you go save the boys." Sam said, directing his last words to Catherine.
"Hold up, how come I'm in charge of the boys? This was my case first. You're the big one, why don't you get the boys, you could definitely carry both of them." She spoke defensively at Sam.
"Because Dean and I are more experienced and we've dealt with Wendigo's before. We don't need you getting hurt in there." Sam responded.
"I'm not a kid anymore Sam. I've been hunting for two years on my own perfectly fine. I can take care of myself. And I can certainly finish a case I started. If somebody's taking the background it's one of you guys." She argued.
"I know that you can take care of yourself, I'm not doubting that. But if anything happened to you." he paused. "Look, we're doing this, and that's that."
She stepped towards him with a look of anger and determination. "You don't tell me what to do Sam." She pointed a finger at him poking him in the chest. "You made it very clear a long time ago that you had no interest in that. So I'm going to tell you how it's gonna be. Dean and I are going to go in there, guns and matches blazing. And you, you're going to come in last and use you're giant behemoth body to get those boys out of there and to safety. You got me?" She finished angrily.
Sam looked like he was about to protest but Dean cut in "I hate to say it man but she's right. You have the best chance of getting those boys out safely. And I'm on death row as it is." he spoke.
Catherine made a face at his remark but decided it wasn't the time to ask.
Sam paused for a minute, frustrated, accepting his fate. He clenched his jaw. "I don't like this," he looked at the two of them. "But fine. Let's go in and do this."
They started towards the cave. Sam grabbed dean's shirt stopping him for a moment. "You watch out for her, anything happens to her." He paused. "Look, first sign of trouble and you bail. I'm not losing either of you, got me?"
"I know Sam." Dean responded.