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Hunted

Chapter fourteen

Dean finally reached the last place he had seen Sam. His eyes grew wide and he dropped his equipment….the area was covered in blood and body parts.

"Sam!...Sammy!" He shouted as he looked around the area.

His face wrinkled in disgust and horror as he looked at the blood, hunks of skin, and body parts that littered the area. Was that what was left of his brother?

"Sam!"

Tears of worry and frustration filled his eyes. Where the hell was his brother?

Dean walked over and picked up a piece of blood covered shirt. It was the same shade of blue that his brother had been wearing. He swallowed the lump in his throat as an ice cold chill ran through his body. Was Sam dead?

"Sammy…." Dean said softly as he looked at the piece of shirt as a tear ran down his face. But then he saw it….Frank's head.

He let out a sigh of relief. So it was Frank the creature had shredded. Did that mean Sam might still be alive? He felt a little pain in his heart as he realized that Sam had probably been here and had seen Frank being ripped to shreds and eaten. He knew how hard it was for his brother to have to stand by and watch a human being killed and not to be able to do anything about it….even a human like Frank. Their whole life had been dedicated to saving humans and he knew a little piece of Sam died each time they failed.

"Sammy!" He called out again praying he'd hear an answer.

It was then he heard something coming towards him from out of the woods.

The Wendigo's lair

The three men struggled to free themselves from the Wendigo's grasp but it was impossible. Every time one of them was almost free the creature slammed them against the ground rendering them semi conscious. Sam knew that the other two men were actually lucky. They had no idea what awaited them back at the creature's lair, but Sam knew. He had hunted Wendigo's many times before and his brother once had been held captive by it. He knew the creature would string them up in the cave and leave them hanging there sometimes for days. The lucky one would go first, the others would be left hanging and be forced to watch as the creature, now that it was safe in its lair, took its time to slowly devour the man alive.

When they reached the cave the Wendigo hung each man up side by side just like Sam knew it would. Since it had just fed on Frank it was full for the moment and crawled off into the cave to sleep. But Sam knew the creature had a ravenous appetite and would soon return for one of them.

The Woods

Dean took both the flare gun and a regular gun from his pack. He had no idea if it was the creature or something else in the woods.

"Come out of there!" He ordered who ever it was. He hoped he'd see Sam walking out of the woods but instead Santos walked toward him also holding a gun on him.

"We meet again." Santos said pointing the gun at Dean.

"Where is my brother?"

"He and the others were taken by some kind of creature." Santos stepped closer. "Your brother seemed to know about the creature…He called it a Wen… something or other." He couldn't remember the name of it.

"A Wendigo."

"So you know of this creature too?"

"Yeah, I've seen one before."

"The creature has two of my friends." Santos looked over to where Frank's head lay. "I see you've found my other friend."

"That thing is going to kill my brother and your friends unless we stop him."

"And how to you expect to do that? We shot it over and over and it didn't even slow it down."

"I have my ways." Dean nodded toward Santos's gun. "I say we end our differences for now and work together to save my brother and your friends."

"And how do I know you really know how to kill that thing."

"You don't. You'll just have to trust me." When the man still didn't lower the gun Dean continued. "That thing has my brother and if it's the last thing I do I'm getting him away from it. You can either come with me, or you can shoot me, in which case your friends die and maybe you too."

"Okay." Santos slowly lowered the gun and Dean did the same. "We will call a truce for now."

"We got to get moving before that thing gets hungry again." Dean said as he nodded toward tracks in the mud where you could clearly see the Wendigo's footprints leading out of the area and obviously dragging something behind it.

TBC