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Chapter 7: Disaster Strikes

I sat at the campfire next to Haley and Ben as Dean circled the campsite. Roy was sitting a little ways off, and Sam was helping Dean.

"One more time," Haley said. "Those are?"

"Anasazi symbols." Dean explained. "Used for protection; the wendigo can't cross over them."

Roy laughed, I glared at him.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." Dean said.

Dean and Sam sat down at the edge of the campsite. I wanted to join them, but it looked like they needed a moment.

I smiled at Haley reassuringly, then quickly sat up straight, alert as a twig snapped somewhere nearby. I glanced at Sam and Dean, they had heard it too.

"Help me, please!" A voice called.

"It's here." I murmured quietly to myself.

"Help!"

I followed the beam of Sam's flashlight with my eyes as it darted around the trees.

"He's trying to draw us out," Dean explained. "Just stay cool, stay put."

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy sneered.

I was about ready to slap him.

"Help, help me!"

Roy aimed his gun at the sound.

"Okay," He said. "That's no grizzly."

"What have we been trying to tell you?" I called, keeping my eyes on the trees.

I heard two gunshots and a cry of pain, I had to hand it to Roy; he was quite the shot.

"I hit it!" He called triumphantly, before racing off into the woods (outside the magic circle) to see what he had shot.

"No, Roy!" Dean called after him. He turned to me. "Stay here, and make sure they stay put." Dean snarled, and I nodded quickly as he and Sam ran after Roy.

After the boys had disappeared into the woods, I sighed and turned to Haley and her brother. Sitting down at the fire, I gestured for them to join me.

"It's gonna be okay," I tried to reassure them as they sat down. "Sam and Dean know what they're doing. They deal with weird stuff like this all the time."

Haley nodded, I could tell she was trying to be strong for Ben.

"We are going to find Tommy," I told her.

I and meant it.

~Supernatural~

I stood next to Dean, who was talking to Haley. Sam was leaning against a tree stump looking at his dad's journal. I debated joining him, but before I could go talk to him he walked over to join us.

"Hey," He said. "We've got half a chance in the daylight, and I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well hell, you know I'm in." Dean grinned.

I smiled, and Sam showed a page of the journal to the group.

"Wendigo is a Cree Indian word," Sam explained. "It means 'evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old," Dean picked up the explanation. "Each was once a man, sometimes a frontiersman, or a miner, or a hunter."

"How does a man turn in to one of those things?" Haley asked.

"Well it's always the same," Dean explained. "During some harsh winter guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help, becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Lovely," I muttered. "Cannibals."

"Cultures all over the world believe eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities," Sam said. I watched as Dean walked about the campsite, picking up random items. "Speed, strength, immortality."

"Over years, if you eat enough of it, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." Dean said.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.

"You're not gonna like it," Dean said evasively.

"Tell me." She demanded.

"More than anything," he said. "Wendigo's know how to go long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive so it can feed whenever it wants. If you're brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. We gotta track it back there."

"How do we stop it?" Haley said determinedly.

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives." Dean said. "So basically, we've gotta torch the sucker."

"Hey, Dean." Sam said.

"What is it?" Dean questioned.

"I was just thinking that those claw prints were so clear and distinct, they were almost too easy to follow." Sam pointed out.

I jumped as I heard a growl, then the trees began to rustle.

Suddenly Haley shrieked and dove out of the way as a corpse dropped from the tree above her.

It was Roy.

"His neck's broken." Dean stated.

Sam helped Haley up as I knelt beside Dean.

More growling came.

"Alright, run!" Dean called. "Go, go, go!"

We ran.

Ben fell.

Sam stopped.

"Hurry up!" I cried, waiting for them.

Farther ahead we heard Haley scream.

We reached the crest of a small hill.

"Haley!" Ben cried.

At the bottom, Sam knelt down and picked something up.

Dean's Molotov cocktail.

Sam looked around for his brother.

"Dean!" He called.

"Dean, where the hell are you?" I cried.

But Haley and Dean had disappeared.