AT THE CAMPSITE

"You ok?" Sam says walking up to Claire who is staring at an empty piece of ground.

"This is where mine and Tanya's tent was, right there. The last time I saw Tanya she was sitting on that rock complaining about the campsite. I should never have made us come here."

"Hey don't start blaming yourself for what happened. You weren't to know."

"There's nothing here, not even any markings surrounding the camp." Dean says as he joins Sam and Claire.

"So what now?" Asks Claire.

"It's too dark and late to do anything else so we will stay here tonight and then pick it up in the morning."

"Do you even now what way to head?" Sam says as he starts to unpack the tent.

"Well when I found Claire she was just North of here and the Wendigo ran off to the East after I shot it. I say we head that way. Now Claire I need you to take this salt and make a circle surrounding the camp."

"Salt? Circle?"

"It's for protection." Sam says smiling down to Claire.

"I'll take first watch then you Sammy…….Claire what are you doing?"

Dean and Sam look at Claire who is filling her jean pockets up with salt.

"If this stuff is for protection then I want as much of it on me as I can carry."

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"Morning." Claire says to Sam who is boiling some water over the campfire. "Where's Dean."

"He'll be back in a minute, so did you have a good sleep?"

"Oh yes, nothing like sleeping on a dirty rocky floor to get you going in the morning."

"I've had a better look round the camp now that its light and I found some claw markings on some trees just East of here." Dean says as he re-enters the campsite sitting down next to Sam and scanning the map while Claire looks disappointed that he hasn't asked how she is.

"Where are you going?" Sam shouts to Claire as he looks up from the map he is sharing with Dean.

"Call of nature, I'll be back in a minute."

"Wait Claire it's still not safe to go out their alone. For all we now that Wendigo could be watching us right now."

"Well unless you want to hold my hand Dean I think I'll risk it. Hell I got my salt right!" Claire smirks as she disappears through some trees.

"Stay close" Dean shouts back.

"You and Claire seem to be getting on well." Sam says as he attends back to the boiling water while Dean stands around nervously by the trees waiting for Claire to return.

"Ahuh." Dean grunts back.

"You seem to like her?"

"She's an alright girl."

"You're very protective over her?"

"Course I am Sam. She's a kid out here on her own and caught up in the middle of all of this."

"You sure that's the only reason."

"What other reason could there be?"

"Oh nothing I guess."

"Look Sam I don't know what you are getting at but……."

Dean stops talking when suddenly they hear Claire screaming. Pulling out there guns the boy's race through the woods heading towards the direction Claire's screaming came from.

"Claire?" Dean yells as he finds Claire crouched down against a tree hugging her knees. As soon as she sees Dean, Claire jumps up and wraps herself around him while he gives her a one arm protective hug back.

"Dean….look at this."

Looking down towards Sam, Dean see's what Claire was freaking out about. A man's body is lying on the floor covered in blood. His guts are exposed and pieces of his flesh are missing on his arms and legs.

"Who is that?" Dean says while Sam continues to examine the body.

"I don't know. No one from the town has been reported missing since Claire. This must be a fresh kill, too new for someone to realise that they haven't come home yet."

"He…..he……he feel out of the tree while I was walking by." Claire stutters as she continues her tight hold around Dean's waist.

"Let's get back to the camp." Dean says leading Claire away.