I just wanted to thank you all for reading! I'm glad that you're still enjoying the story! I hope that you like this chapter!

-Sparky

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We pulled off the main road about thirty minutes into the forest, and Sam guided the car down a smaller adjacent road that led to a little parking lot by one of the hiking trails. I climbed out of the car after Sam shut it off and then gazed up at the forest around me. It was only about two o'clock in the afternoon, but already the dense foliage overhead seemed to block out much of the sunshine.

I walked around to the trunk of the Impala, which Sam had already propped open and was digging through the weapons inside. He pulled out two smaller guns and handed one to me. I looked down at the unfamiliar object; I had never seen a gun like it before.

"What kind of gun is this?" I asked as Sam continued to rummage through the trunk.

"Flare gun," He said, momentarily stopping to turn to me, "fire kills wendigos, so that's really the only kind of gun that would work on them."

I nodded my head and moved my arms around my back to tuck the gun into the waistline of my jeans. "Smart," I stated.

Sam placed a few more things he thought would be useful into a smaller backpack and then shut the trunk. We walked away from the car, and Sam took the lead as we started down the trail.

"So how exactly are we planning to do this?" I asked about ten minutes later, when we were well into the forest.

"The creatures usually like to hide out in caves or tunnels," Sam explained, "we could search around and hope to find some, or maybe wait until nightfall and hope it comes after us."

"Dean could be dead by then," I pointed out reluctantly.

"I know," Sam agreed, "but we don't have much of a choice." I nodded to myself as we kept walking, realizing that he was right.

About thirty minutes later, we stopped in a small clearing a little ways from the path.

"This is where we set up camp last night," Sam said, and I looked around the small space. A recently-used fire pit was at the center of the area, and a log had been moved to make a bench a few feet away from it. Other than that, it was just woods as far as I could see. I glanced around at the trees directly surrounding the camp, and noticed something odd engraved in one of the trees behind the log bench.

I walked over towards the tree, and as I got closer I realized that the engravings that I had seen were actually deep claw marks that appeared fresh in the bark. I cautiously ran my fingers over the deep marks, wondering how strong the wendigo actually was. I turned back to Sam, who had crouched down and was starting to go through his backpack. He glanced up at me when I turned.

"We have to find him." I stated bluntly.

We looked around the woods surrounding the camp for about an hour trying to find anything that might have led us to the wendigo's lair, but turned up empty handed. Sam and I bunkered down at the campsite; he drew protection sigils around the area while I gathered up firewood for the long night ahead.

By the time we had started a fire and protected the camp as best as we could, it was nearly nightfall. I sat down on the log bench and Sam joined me, holding a shotgun across his lap as he sat down. I looked at it in confusion; hadn't he said that only fire could kill a wendigo?

"It won't do us much good," Sam explained when he saw me looking at the gun, "but it might buy us enough time to get close enough to kill it." I nodded in understanding and then yawned, tired from the long day.

"Do you want to take a nap before it gets too dark?" Sam asked. I knew that if I tried to sleep that I would only have nightmares, so I shook my head.

"I'm fine," I said too quickly, and Sam looked over at me, a questioning look on his face.

"Sarah, are you okay?" He asked, "Did something happen while we were gone?" I debated telling him about my nightmares. I was about to say that I was alright when I remembered Bobby asking me if I had told the boys about my dreams.

I took in a deep breath, "Not really," I admitted.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You know how I had nightmares about my mom?" I questioned, and he nodded, "Well, about three months after she died, I started having dreams about this girl," I explained.

"A girl?" Sam asked, his face crinkling up in confusion.

"Yeah, but she wasn't a normal girl, Sam," I went on, turning towards my brother, who looked worried. "I think she was a demon." His eyes widened in shock, but he continued.

"What did she do?" He inquired, "In your dreams, I mean."

"She killed me," I explained, and Sam's eyes widened, "every time. Every single night."

"What do you think it means?" Sam asked me, and I turned to look into the bright flames.

"I don't know." I said, sighing, "but this morning I saw her again," I turned back to face him, "and I wasn't sleeping, Sam."

"What?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I was in the bathroom at Bobby's, and when I looked in the mirror she was standing behind me," I explained, "but when I turned around she wasn't there. I feel like I'm going crazy." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the tension I was feeling.

Sam remained silent for a while; he looked like he was contemplating something as he stared at the fire. Finally he spoke up.

"Sarah," He began, turning to face me, "I don't know what's going on, but I promise you we'll figure it out. As soon as we find Dean—" Sam began, but he was cut off by a high-pitched shriek ripping through the surrounding woods. He jolted upright and I followed soon after, scanning the darkened forest with our eyes.

"Get ready," Sam whispered to me, "it's coming."

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