Chapter 10: Wendigo (Part Four)

When we walked back to the campsite we saw Haley crouching on the ground holding a bloody phone, which I assumed was Tommy's. I was about to go talk to her when I saw Dean heading over, so I went to stand near Sam.

Suddenly we heard yelling. "Help! Help!"

We all ran towards the voice. "Help! Somebody!"

When the yelling stopped, we stopped running and listened.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked.

We listened a little bit longer before Sam said urgently, "Everybody back to camp."

We get back to the campsite and all of our stuff is gone. I cursed loudly.

"Our packs!" Haley exclaimed.

"So much for my GPS and satellite phone," Roy muttered.

"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked.

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help," Sam mused aloud.

'You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear?" Roy asked.

Sam walked over to me and Dean ignoring Roy. "I need to speak to you two. In private."

We walked a little bit away from the group.

"Good. Let me see Dad's journal," Sam requested.

Dean handed it to him and Sam flipped through it until he found the page he wanted.

"All right, check that out," Sam said pointing to the page with the wendigo.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west," Dean told us.

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice. I think Emi was right," Sam said looking at me.

"Great," Dean muttered.

"Well, then this is useless," he said pulling out his pistol.

I rubbed my forehead, thinking hard. "I brought a few flare guns but those were in the duffel bag," I muttered.

Sam handed Dean John's journal and started to walk back to camp. Then he turned back. "We gotta get these people to safety."

I nodded and we all headed back.

"All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated," Sam announced.

"What?" Haley asked in bewilderment.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it," Roy said arrogantly.

"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now," Sam told him with a serious look on his face.

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders," Roy said glaring at him.

"Relax," Dean told them.

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you," Sam told Roy.

Roy stepped closer to Sam. I glared at him.

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night," Roy said to Sam.

"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here," Sam told him, getting angry.

Roy laughed. "You know you're crazy, right?"

"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—," Sam started until Dean pushed him.

"Roy!" Haley yelled at him.

"Chill out," Dena told them.

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him," Haley told us, her eyes daring us to try to make her leave. There was a pause as we looked at her.

"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," Dean said. I guess we were going with Plan B.

"How?" Haley asked.

We set up a fair and were working on setting up a circle of protection with anasazi symbols.

"One more time, that's-," Haley asked as Dean and I drew the symbols in the dirt.

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them," Dean informed her.

Roy laughed.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy," Dean told him.

"Yeah, so shut it," I snapped, my temper finally getting the best of me.

Dean and I both finished and looked over at Sam. We shared a look and headed over to him.

"You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked as we sat down.

"Dean-," Sam started.

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" Dean interrupted him.

Sam was silent for a moment. "Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek," Dean said truthfully.

"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 throwing something on the ground.

"This is why," Dean responded as he held up John's journal.

"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 us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business," Dean told Sam.

Sam just shook his head.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" he asked.

"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it," Dean told him.

"Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about," Sam told him desperately. My heart ached for him.

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta 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. You gotta have patience, man," Dean said.

Sam looked down at the ground for a second before looking up. "How do you do it? How does Dad do it?"

"Well for one, them," Dean answered looking over at Haley and Ben.

"I mean, I figure our family and Emi's family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable," Dean answered. Sam looked over at me with questioning eyes. I sighed, knowing it was time to tell him.

"Well, when I was 15 my family died in a fire. Everyone, my mom, my dad, my little brother, my big sister. I wasn't home 'cause I was at a friend's house. When I got there the police told me that it was because of a wiring problem. I didn't believe them because I thought if it was a wiring problem or something like that there would've been like flickering lights or something. I looked for any other explanation and when I found out about demons that could set fires and stuff like that I believed. I guess I was a little crazy before that anyway, to believe in those things. I tried to hunt it down but I couldn't find it, so I decided to just hunt everything, maybe save some people from what had happened to me," I told him, looking at the ground.

"So, that's why you said…" Sam trailed off as I nodded, knowing he was talking about last night.

"I'm sorry," He said. Dean took my hand.

"It's ok, I 've come to terms with it. I was like you right after it happened until I met some other hunters and then I met John and Dean," I said smiling a little bit. "That helped a lot."

"I'll tell you what else helps," Dean chimed in.

Sam and I both looked at him.

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as possible," Dean said.

We all smiled at that.

AN: Kay, there's Chapter 10. Finally got to put Some of Emi's life in there! I've been looking forward to that. Next chapter will be out soon, I promise. Reviews =Love!