alrighttyyyy....i guess i decided to go on with this story. but its only thanks to you guys. You guys keep me goin. But anyways, without a further a due, here is the stuff you've all been waiting for...

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Dean's eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat, eyes flicking back and forth between his little brother and the gnarled monster that threatened his life.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean growled as he struggled with the bonds that held him in place.

The developing wendigo smirked, a look of triumph, entering his eyes. "It is as I told you, this 'Sam' will be the last and final step to my goal."

"Like hell it is! You stay the fuck away from my brother, you bastard! You hear? If you don't I'll - "

"You'll what?" the thing cut in. "Hurt me? Kill me? Send me to hell or whatever it is out there?" it leered, slowly stalking between the brothers. "Hmph, I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to do so, not in the position that your currently in, and oh, you must really stop struggling with the rope, it's not going to get you anywhere."

Dean paused, then looked straight into the creatures eyes. Anger flared from his chest, engulfing him like a tidal wave, threatening to wash him over to the point where he wouldn't be able to see clearly anymore.

"Damn. Damn this to hell! I have nothing. I don't know how I'm gonna get Sammy outta this shit hole...dammit! Dean thought as he momentarily forgot about the bitch that was doing this as his eyes fell toward the youngest Winchester.

Dean wanted yell, scream, cry, anything at all that would release him of this feeling of guilt. He couldn't look at Sam for a second longer. Knowing that it was his fault that Sam's life is on the line, his fault that he was going to lose the most important thing in his life, his fault that Sam was hurting.

Sam lifted his throbbing head but not without great difficulty, trying to get a clearer view of his older brother. His vision momentarily swam, has he fought to get his bearings down. Sam head felt like it was fill with rocks, and his mouth full of cotton. As he worked the muscles in his mouth to call to Dean, he stopped and winced at the surprising stinging sensation. His lips cracked from the lack of hydration and moisture, and now blood flowed freely, invading his taste buds with a coppery rust taste that makes him want to gag.

The taste of blood was just about as bad of tasting vomit. Well, to Sam it was. But now, he was just freaking lucky enough to have both peculiar flavors mixing in his mouth. Disgusting.

His body hurt. Everywhere. But there's no use in crying over it. Swallowing loudly, Sam willed himself to calm down, and get a sense of awareness in his surroundings. He was aware that his brother was talking to the creature, well more like cussing up a storm, but in any case, he knew that Dean would find a way. He always did. But something was niggling at the back of his mind. What if....what if Dean couldn't find a way? After his dad died, things have been off. What if he couldn't trust Dean?

"No! No, no, no, no! Dean has always been there for me. Even if he's not himself right now, that dosn't change any thing, he's still my brother...he is...right?" Sam thought to himself, as he saw the exchanging of words between the hunted and the prey (not sure which was which).

Looking at the creature, a sudden feeling washed over Sam. It was a mix of anger and something else, something that he couldn't quite place. Despair? Disbelief? Astonishment? Sam wasn't sure. Staring at the scene before him a sudden thought came to him."Why? Why us? Why Dean and I always get caught in this kind of shit? Why?!"

"W..wh- why?" Sam whispered, grimacing at the cracking of his lips. "Why us? W-Why me?"

Both Dean and the creature's attention was placed on Sam. Although he spoke just above a whisper, it was heard loud, as if it was bouncing off the cave walls.

The creature chuckled. Looking back at Dean, then eyes flickered back to Sam at an inhumane speed, it smiled. Every so slowly, it started towards him.

"Well you see Sammy - "

"It's Sam," the youngest brother cut in with a weak, defiant voice.

Anger flickered through the thing's eyes, hardening the wrinkles for a brief second. Before either brother had a chance to say anything else, the creature was right over Sam.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh, once again bounced around the room. Sam's head whipped to the side, a mark already beginning to form on his cheek. As if that were possible with all the other pretty colors that decorate his face. Blood stated to trickle down his cheek where the hit had been hard enough to rip his skin and draw blood.

Fuzzy dark spots danced around in his vision, as once again his head had been hit. "Damn, that was a good shot..." Sam chuckled to himself. Wow, was he getting delusional?

"You sonovabitch! Don't touch my brother!" Dean protested, as he saw the hard hit his little brother took.

"Well maybe Sammy shouldn't have interrupted me. Oh, how I really do dislike to be interrupted. Next time though, Sammy-boy, you do that again, I'll make sure I hit you hard enough to break your neck and throw your dead corpse on your brother, so that he can feel the last remains of warmth slowly leave your body, and the smell of death overcome his senses. Do you understand?" the creature replied, with his sick gnarled mouth turning into a smile.

Dean growled as he had a vivid image of that scene. God, how fucking sick was that? That ain't right. But Dean said nothing in fear of causing Sam more and unecessary pain.

Sam stared wide eyed at his captor. He was going to be sick. How could anything be so cruel? Supernatural or not, that's just plain cruel. The thought of his own body on Dean, unable to move and feel the life drain away from his brother was an unbearable image.

The wendiego sighed, as if he was in a drama movie, and he was the lead character. All eyes were on him as he spoke.

"Ahhh alas, as I was saying Sammy, I was not coincidence that I chose you. No, not at all. You see, I could sense you. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me at first, hunger driving me to insanity, but no, I was not losing my mind at all." the creature conversationally said, with a dazed look in it's eyes, as if it was telling a fantasy story to a couple of little children.

Sam and Dean stared at the creature, either one unable to tear away their gaze, listen to what the thing had to say.

"Sam, you are what I consider to be a light house." it continued.

Sam frowned. A light house? What the hell was it talking about? Dean's eyes looked toward the younger Winchester, then back at the creature, genuine curiosity filling his mind. His little brother a light house? " I mean, I know he's overgrown but...a light house?"

The thing breated in a lungful of air then slowly released it, carefully choosing it's words.

"Yes, that is what you are. A light house. Imagine a world of darkness. Everything, everywhere is pitch black. Your alone, suffering and choking in the dark, being unable to see a thing. Lost. That is until a bright light is flashed around, as it came out of nowhere. In all the darkness, you can see the light shining from miles away. And, automatically, you are attracted to it. Don't you see Sam? You are special. Your blood is calling to not only me, but to just about every creature of the dark. It is something that I must gain. I must have you and no one else. Once I saw you in the dark, I knew you were different. Stronger than most, blood tastier and full of power. Power that I cannot comprehend until I have it flowing throughout my veins. Once I have you, I will be single handedly, the most powerful wendiego to walk this earth."

The creature smiled, content in the thought of being in complete power.

Dean once again looked over to his brother turn his gaze to the floor. "Damn. Damn. Damn. I knew the kid always attracted creepy ass both human and non-human, but....to go so far as to be a 'light house'? Oh Sammy. I'm sorry. I should've taken better care of you. Keep you safe. But now look where we are. I'm sorry." Dean wanted to speak these words out, to let Sam know how he felt, but no sound came to mouth, as he opened and closed it again.

Turing to go look at the ground, Sam felt the tears stinging his eyes. He couldn't let Dean see these tears that were threatening to fall. "What the hell. Why? Why! Is this why were in trouble most he time? Is it because their after me? Why am I so damn different! Dean would have been better off without me."

"As for Dean, I would not want to kill him off. I'm sure you both want to know why I wouldn't kill him? Thinking it would be better to have no witnesses? Heh, but you see, that is what I want. I want someone to witness this transformation, to go out and tell the story. Tell the people to fear me, and obey my commands if they ever came across me. I want someone to spread the truth of what has become. And what is better than the brother of whom I'm to kill?" it asked.

Dean felt as if he was choking. He wasn't sure if he was smothering a sob or raging anger, but Dean thought he lost all his breath. This bastard wanted him to see the ending of his own little brother. The person he sworn to protect was being threatening and even might die a cruel death right in front of him. No, he can't let it happen. It won't.

Sam kept his gaze to the ground. "Damn. Fuck. Dean....I'm sorry. You..I - I ... You shouldn't see....I can't....." Sam struggled to gather his thoughts. This was too much. To let his brother watch him die? He couldn't. He can't

"I'm sensing some despair in the room," the creature crackled. Looking at the torn brothers, who were sitting right in front of each other no more than five meters away yet refused to look at each other, the thing could hardly bear the excitement growing with in it.

"Okay. Enough with the pity chatter. I've waited long enough for the right person to come along, and now the time has come. I can hardly contain myself to keep control like this," it mockingly croaked with delight.

A thought came to the creature, smiling, it looked toward the captured. "And oh did I forget to mention? I always..... play with my food before I eat. Old habits die hard I guess...." it chuckled darkly as it gazed menacingly to the shocked faces of the brothers, before it settled on Sam.

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Ok there you go. Hope you enjoyed. Please review, tell me what I gotta do, anything!!! Ill try to update soon.