A/N: Sorry for you guys who were disappointed by my little 'introduction' in chapter one. I have it for most of my stories. Long story short I post the summaries and information of fanfiction I plan to write eventually. Remember that college thing? Yeah turns out it's a huge time consumer.
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural there would have defiantly been an opposite French Mistake episode. And the destiel, duh but that's a given. I do own a season 10 poster and a trench coat from JC Penny's.
Chapter 1: Wendigo
The first slightly coherent thought that passed through his mind was 'my arms hurt'. Usually when you do nothing but sleep in piss poor motel rooms it's not uncommon to wake up with a sore body, and totally not in the sexy way. Oh how much Dean wished it was in the sexy way.
The second thought wasn't much of a thought really, just the sense of awareness of how god dammed freezing he was, the cold bleeding through his jacket and burying deep into his bones. He couldn't seem to ever remember being this cold, frankly he couldn't remember much at all so he's not sure it's a reliable fact.
When Dean finally opened his eyes, he immediately shut them again, a sick sense of vertigo hit him. It was to dark to make out much but from the cold and the dark he could easily figure out he was in a cave. Restrained in a cave. Where he couldn't even feel his feet touch the ground. His body felt like lead and he could feel the chains biting into wrists. The situation made his gut clench uncomfortably. His heart hammered in his chest.
He struggled in the restraints, his body swaying a bit and bumping into another body hanging directly next to his. He glanced left, the woman seemed young though her face was hidden by her long dark hair and she was wearing some hiking gear.
The classic Winchester instincts seemed to finally kick in. While they were commonly known for having no sense of self preservation what so ever, they also had a mile line of examples for their hero complex. What can Dean say, he can't stand to see a damsel in distress. Dean wiggled his feet testing to see how much dead weight they would be and trying to wake them up. He tugged on the chains hard and swung his body back and forth, hoping to whatever the erratic movement would help him get loose.
After about a minute his right hand slipped through quickly followed by the left and his body slammed into the ground his swinging propelling him a few feet away. He landed on his back, the rocks digging into it harshly.
"Ow," He said voice cracking.
He stood up after falling over a few times, his legs clearly not quite awake yet and made his way over to the hiker lady. He could see her breathing, so she was alive at least. He prodded her chains before wrapping his arms around her waits and lifting her up, the chains falling off from the removal of tension. He put her down, her back leaning against the wall, double checking to see if she was alive before looking around.
Now that he got a good look and with his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness he realized that he wasn't in a cave at all, it was a mine shaft, the wooden beams giving it away. A duffle bag lay on the opposite side of the room along with a couple hiking backpacks. He stomach turned a bit and he had a strange sense of foreboding. He turned and his eyes caught the hanging figure of a boy, also out cold like the woman.
Dean sat down exhausted after placing the man and woman next to each other. His wiped some sweat from his eyes before opening the duffle, he gave a weak glare at the sight of the flare guns innocently resting in the bag. This whole thing gave Dean the sudden urge to sprint in the opposite direction as fast as he could. Instead he grabbed two flares and headed over to the two on the floor.
He tapped the woman on the cheek, "Hey, hey wake up," his voice cracked again, he coughed to try and clear it but it still sounded off. The woman stirred a little before snapping her eyes open and her mouth opening to scream, when her eyes sparked with recognition though and she shut her mouth. Dean thanked small miracles.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She reached up to touch a non-threatening cut on her forehead and whispered back that she was fine. She turned to look at the man and her face was flooded with worry as she started touching him and whispering 'Tommy' over and over. Obviously they knew each other and Dean turned to give her some space.
It seemed that the more he knew about what was happening the worse he felt, he just wished Sam was here.
Oh, OH, oh! Sam! How could he have forgotten, a few memories seeping through the cracks. Sam searching for a cure. Sam trying so hard to help him. Sam going behind his back with Charlie- Oh Jesus fucking Christ Charlie. Fuck! Charlie was dead. Charlie was killed by that fucking Styne bastard. The Stynes who Dean tracked down and slaughtered in a fit of revenge and blood lust.
"The Dean I knew would have never killed that kid,"
Dean had to bite his tongue till it bled to stop from screaming, his mind felt like it was being squished into jelly. Dean clutched his head, the blood pumping in his ears was loud and hard but he focused on that until the pounding had quietened and the agonizing pain had stopped.
Behind him Dean could hear the other mans moaning, a sign of his consciousness. He spat out a gob of blood and tried to tune them out.
"Tommy! Oh thank God your not dead," God had nothing to do with it, Dean thought scornfully.
"Haley?" Tommy whispered confused, "What are you doing here?"
"We came to find you?" We?
Up until now Dean had just assumed that he was jumped by some kind of ugly monster on his way to his car. Now he wondered if he was on a hunt that he somehow couldn't remember. Maybe he hit his head very hard.
"Dean?" Dean turned around the girl, Haley, he noted, was looking at him with concerned eyes. Yep, must have lost some memories, she knows my name.
Dean tried smiling but it probably came out as a grimace "Sorry lady, Haley was it? I think I must have really hit my head when that thing nabbed us, I'm a bit out of the loop," he winced and rubbed his sore arms.
"You don't remember?" Haley frowned.
"Yeah so what are we hunting? Clowns or midgets?" Then the roof fell on top of him.
Okay more accurately, a moose and a kid fell through the ceiling and onto Dean. Dean wheezed from under his brother. "Sam," He gasped "I can't breath,"
"Oh! Right," His brother scrambled off of him and helped him back up to his feet. Dean rubbed his pounding head before snorting, "What's with the haircut?"
Sam sounded offended "What's wrong with my hair?"
Dean made a disgusted noise "What isn't wrong with your hair, I thought you were done with the abercromie shabang,"
Dean could feel the bitchface radiating off his brother. The kid that also fell had ran over to Haley and Tommy and they were one big pile of tears and hugs. Dean felt his chest swell a little.
"So um," He started catching Sam's attention "I found flare guns," He waved one in his brothers face, who snatched it up and nodded.
"Good, these will do," Do for what?
"Let's go guys," He gestured for the three amgios to come along, Haley supported Tommy who must have hurt his leg badly enough. They all moved as a group through the tunnels of the mine when suddenly a growling had echoed off the walls.
"We'll never out run it," Haley said voice full of fear.
"Sam?"
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"No, probably not,"
"Just distract it while I get them out," Sam nodded at him and when down a different tunnel with Haley, Tommy, and the kid.
"Shit," He whispered "Sam! Dammit Sam what is it?!" But they had already disappeared. This wasn't like Sam, Sam would have noticed right off the bat that Dean wasn't all there and he just left him in the mine by himself. Dean was going to kick his ass when they got back to the bunker.
Dean cautiously walked through the tunnels, jumping and flinching a bit with every small noise. He was defiantly out of his element here. He didn't even know what they were hunting for fucks sake. Every single things about this was bringing him very close to puking his guts out. He could shake that somthing was horribly wrong. That he shouldn't be here. That somthing was missing.
A hand on his shoulder.
"I don't want to hurt you,"
Dean didn't keep back the scream this time, he tossed himself against the wall and banged his head purposefully. Spots danced across his line of sight but he could still see the figure aways down the tunnel staring at him.
Wendigo.
He hadn't seen a wendigo in years but he still knew how to gank the son of a bitches. Fire, suddenlt he figured out why Sam was content with the flare guns, he kew it was a wendigo, the dick. He aimed the flare gun and fired.
The monster had ran around the conner though and away from Dean, which meas he was going toward Sam. His head still throbbed painfully but he lumbered down the direction the cannibal had gone.
Sam
Sam walked quickly through the tunnels with Ben, Haley, and Tommy right behind him. He clutched the flare gun tightly in his hands, they were almost shaking. He had been out of the hunting bussiness for years so he was a bit out of practice and he had never faced a wendigo before, like Dean had said they don't usualy come this far west and they spent alot of time near the coast line when they were younger.
He was definatly worried about Dean though. It probably wasn't such a great idea to leave him off on his own to bait the thing in the first place, but he seemed kind of pale and distant. Probably got a concussion when he was taken.
They came across the minecart rails which he knew lead straight out of the mine and growls were heard around the area, impossible to pin point it's exact location. Sam turned to look at the siblings who's eyes darted around fearfully and pointed in the exit's direction.
"Get out of here," He spoke while keeping a level gip on his flare.
Haley shook her head "Sam, no, we're not leaving y-"
"I said go!" Sam raised his voice.
Ben nodded and started dragging his sister and brother toward the exit, Haliey finally agreeing.
Sam had to make sure his brother was okay. He pressed his back against a wall, leaning to look around the corner for the monster. The growls were much louder now but he couldn't actually see it anywhere.
With the thought, his heart dropped to his stomach and he slowly turned to come face to face with the wendigo. The thing roared in his face before making a lightening quick swipe that Sam had to throw himself to the ground to narrowly avoid. He rolled over and took the shot, it hit the wall next to it's face and scampered off. Sam quickly got to his feet running in the direction of the mine entrance and quickly caught up with the siblings. They looked confused until Sam started shouting at the top of his lungs to run.
They all sprinted their chests burning with the exertion and ran into a dead end, the growling was closing in so Sam took a few steps forward to stay in front of them as a sheild when the wendigo stepped around the corner.
The thing was hideous, bald and scarring, naked and unaturally tall the where it walked hunched. It's ears were sharp and jagged and it was so dark you could hardly see it's eyes. Hardly. They held nothing in them but anger, violence, and hunger.
Just as soon as Sam thought he was going to die a shot rag out and the thing burst into flames. It screamed in pain and soon was a smoking corpse on the floor, behind it was Dean who gave a weak cough.
"Not bad huh?"
Sam smiled in releif, glad to see his brother hadn't died on him, when Dean picthed forward and passed out.
"Dean!"
Dean
Dean tried shrugging off the bright orange shock blanket for what seemed like the third time when for the forth time a paramedic eased it back onto his shoulders.
"I said I was fine okay?!" He swatted a flash light away from his face.
Sam sighed "And the trained medical staff said that you have a concussion,"
"Screw that, I have a hard head," Sam frowned
"They can't admitt you if you don't want Dean but you don't have to pertend you're okay," Sam said "I'm going to give the bear attack story to the police,"
Dean waved him off with a 'whatever'. He just wanted to get home to the bunker. He didn't want to admit it but he could see why that was going to be hard. Sam and his dumb hair, him and his annoying voice.
And he could see the date of the clipboard right next to him.
November 9th, 2005
Son of a bitch.
