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Chapter 9: The Hunt

After Dean picked Sam up, twenty minutes late, they head back to Chloe's apartment. It was midday and they wanted to hurry back to the apartment to get their information together. Once they walked into the apartment, they noticed that Clark was gone and Chloe was on the couch, in her pajamas, on her laptop. She instantly turns to face the boys once they were inside.

"Took you guys long enough, I was about to send a search party to look for you guys. So what did you find out?"

"You always wear pajamas in the middle of the day," Dean asked examining her outfit. She was wearing a white tank top with yellow pajama pants."

"Well, I didn't go in to work today and I was doing research, so I figure what's a nice way to get comfortable then in pajamas." Dean just smiled, so did Chloe. Sam saw the exchange in smiles and smiled himself before interrupting the moment.

"So what you'd find in the police files."

"Nothing much, only what they put in the report. A male, around thirty five years of age, according to the autopsy, found clawed to death in Smallville wood. There is an Unsub for killing the John Doe but suspicion points to some kind of wild animal. Police found him when a patrol car was doing a routine check in the woods. That was around seven thirty at night. Other then that, that's all there is. The research went by fast so I decided to do a little more searching on my own. See what kind of supernatural thing we're dealing with and you wouldn't believe the sites I found. Anyway, I narrow it down to a couple of things. A vengeance spirit, a wood demon, werewolves, some name I can't pronounce, a…"

"A wendigo," said both boys. They looked at each other in shock at what the other one said and frown.

"I was about to get to that but how did you figure that one out," Chloe asked looking at both of them.

"The mortician… he told me about how roughly the John Doe was attacked and immediately I thought werewolf. But then he showed me this handprint on the body and they were …"

"Weren't bear prints,' Dean jumps in.

"Yeah, how did you know," Sam asked.

"Well during my little look-see at the crime scene, it instantly reminded me of the gig we did in Colorado. The ripped up tent, the blood…but what was different was the body. It was left there, exposed. Just what a werewolf would do after killing something. But did a little more scooping and I found this cave and on the inside of the wall was a hand print. Not like a werewolves, which is more like wolves prints and long and shape like a human's hand. This one was more human like, long fingers and wide palms."

"Yeah but what I don't understand is why leave the body if it usually store his food?"

"I don't know but I'm not waiting around for it to attack again. I think it might be in that cave I found. It's probably hiding out until the police leave the wood before it attacks again."

"Are you sure it's safe to go in the cave while that thing is in there," asked Chloe watching from the couch as the boys started pulling out all sorts of guns.

"Who said anything about going in, we're drawing it out," Dean said checking the magazine of one of his gun.

"We better do it now, now that we have some sun left, otherwise we have to figure out how we're going to go in the cave to kill it,' Sam stated.

"What if the police are still there, how are you guys going to explain bringing so many guns in the woods," Chloe asked.

"We're FBI agent, we don't have to be questioned on what we're doing," Dean teased.

"Dean I'm being serious, what should happen if you get caught?"

"We tell them we're doing a premiere check around the area; to see what else we can further find. If we find anything we'll let them know," Sam answered.

"What about the dinner plan for tonight at the Kent's?"

"We have to miss it," Dean said heading for the door. Sam was right behind him.

"Be careful," Chloe said watching them leave. Sam smile back at her before closing the door behind him.

An hour has passed when the boys finally reached the woods. The day was dim and they was considering going into the cave to find the wendigo. Well, Dean at least. Sam, on the other hand, didn't think going into the cave to hunt for the thing was a good idea. It knows its way around the cave and could corner them or better yet, split them up for a better attack. They drove down the tire track path, further into the woods. Slowly driving to see where they were going to see if they can spot the wendigo lurking around. On their left, Dean's side window, they could see the crime scene and the police's tape. There was no sign of police's vehicles anywhere. Remembering the path now from earlier, Dean speed up a little. He came to stop when he figured they were close enough not to have the wendigo know that they were there. Getting out of the car, they head for the trunk for their weapons. Equipped with everything they'll need for the hunt, they headed up toward the cave. Now completely dark, the boys took out their flashlight, and stood in front of the cave. Dean points his light to the cave wall where the hand print was earlier and Sam followed it.

"Yep, just like the one on the John Doe," Sam said kneeling down to get his weapon out of the bag. He handed Dean a shot gun and zipped up the bag.

"Come on, let's light this sucker up," Dean said advancing toward the cave.

A woman's shriek stops them in their tracks. It was coming from outside of the cave some distances to the left. The scream came again and both boys looked at each other before heading off in the direction of the scream. Turning off their flashlight and using the moon light to see, they move behind trees to get to the screaming woman. Time passed before they spotted the woman. She was lying on the ground with some blood stained her clothes. Her amber hair was swaying side to side as she crawls backward on her elbows and using her legs to propel her backward from her advancer. Sam and Dean eyes followed the woman's eyes and saw the creature they were looking for. It kept its eyes locked on its prey as it circled her.

"Please," the woman pleaded. "Please, Ah. Someone help me, please anybody…"

Sam and Dean exchange look before they split off to different direction. Sam taking the left side and Dean the right. The wendigo was now over her and grabbed her by the neck. The woman kicked and cried as the wendigo moved her close to its open mouth. Moving from behind the tree, Sam aimed his gun behind the creature and fired. With quick speed it drops the woman and ran into the darkness. The woman was on her hands and knees crying when Sam came up to her.

"Ahhhh, noooo," she screamed when Sam put his hands on her. She cut out in a run when Sam removed his hands. Dean ran out from the trees when he heard the gun fire and saw the woman running off.

"Did you get it?"

"No."

"Come on, we have to get her before it go after her again."

They both cut out in a run after the fleeing woman, following her on-going cries. The woman stopped dead in her track when suddenly the wendigo appeared from behind the trees. Redirecting her running she turned and ran the other way, colliding into the boys. Sam and the woman both fell to the ground and Dean fell back against a tree. She screamed wildly when Sam put his hands on her. She thrashed around to get away but Sam wrapped his arms around her to hold her still.

"Calm down, we're here to help you," Sam screamed. "Just calm down okay, everything is just fine." The woman stopped her kicking and began to cry. All her strength gone and she leaned in Sam's arms for comfort. Sam began to rub her back and Dean looked around to guard.

"We have to get her out of here," Sam said from his position on the ground.

"We can't just leave with that thing out there," Dean answered.

"And we can't stay here with her in this condition."

"Sam…" Dean stopped his protest when Sam gave him his puppy dog, but ordering eyes. Dean rolls his eyes and shook his head. "Fine, hurry up and let's go."

Sam helped the woman up and they walked in the direction of the Impala. Some ruffling of some brushes and crunching of leaves deterred them. The woman sobbing begins to pick up as they look around.

"Help me,' screamed a man's voice.

Sam and Dean exchange looks again and picked up their pace. The wendigo was trying to taut them. Some more ruffling of brushes and crunching leaves to let them know that they are being followed as the creature screamed for help. Dean saw the reflection of the moon on the hood of his car and ran faster. He looked behind him and aimed his gun towards Sam and the woman he was pulling. Sam looked behind him and saw the wendigo was right on his tail. He turned back around to face his brother and Dean readied the gun.

"Sam get down," Dean yelled. Both Sam and the woman leap to the ground and Dean fired. The creature jumped out of the way.

"Damn it," Dean shouted. "You're alright," asking Sam.

"Yeah," he helped the woman up. She was still crying when Sam helped her up. They ran to the car while Dean kept his eyes around the area for the creature. Sam had the door open and was about to put the woman in the car when he was grabbed by the arms and flung backwards. The woman fell to the ground and ball into herself when the wendigo lean down over her. It grabbed her by the hair and held her up above the ground in one swift moment. She screamed for dear life as the wendigo open its mouth to bit her. A gun fire to its right causes it to drop the woman. He was shot in the arm from Dean's bullet. It snarl at him before another shot was fired, hitting it in the back. The woman crawled out of the wendigo view and into the trees. The wendigo winced turning around to face Sam who was on the ground with his gun pointing at it. It started to advance toward him until another shot was fired at him and then another, hitting its target.

The creature squirm and yell as the fire consumed it. It clawed at the fire building up in itself and disappears. Sam, with the help by Dean, got up from the ground and watched the last bits of flame flicker before it too disappears.

"You're okay," Dean asked while Sam dusts some of the dirt off of his clothes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

Sam turns back to the ground to where the woman was last seen but she was gone.

"Dean…"

Dean looked toward the car and also found that she wasn't there. They both looked around and couldn't see anyone.

"Maybe she ran home after we killed the wendigo,' Dean stated looking around again.

"Yeah, you're probably right but I still would like to make sure she's alright."

"Come on, we'll check around. She couldn't have gotten far."

Hours passed and no sign of the woman. They made it back to the car and disposed of their weapons in the trunk.

"She probably ran home but we'll call the police to have them look for her," Dean said looking at his brother, who was still looking around.

"Why did she run, we could of taken her home or to the hospital."

"Yeah, two guys who popped out of nowhere and killed a wendigo, who trying to eat her, take her home. Yeah I can see why she rather runs home then catch a ride with strangers with guns. Let's just get to a pay phone and call it in. She could have made it home safely."

"Yeah but it just didn't make any sense for her to just run off like that."

Dean didn't have anything else to say, so he got in the car and started it up. Sam looked over the wood some more before getting in the car.

The woman ran and ran until she stopped to catch her breath near a boulder. She looked around in the moon lit woods one more time before she started to run again. She stopped by a tree to catch her breath again and saw the black Impala driving off. She coughed and turned around to go the other way, when she bumped into someone. She looked up and the wendigo was standing before her. The woman screamed and the creature just looked at her. The woman stopped screaming and looked at the creature as it started to change into a man. The man was bald and dark skinned. The man popped his neck and smiled down at the woman.

"I hate being shot at," he said.

The woman smiled back and got up from off the ground. Her hair change into a dark blond and her eyes grey.

"Well I though you could have played the dying role a little bit better." She walk passed him and look out on the path where the tail lights of the car looked like small specks. "Oh so much I want to do to them. I can still feel the young ones hands on me and smell the older one scent. Why could you played with them a little bit longer before you got yourself shot, Keith?"

"This is just the beginning of the game, Lilith. In do time we will have our fun."

"Yeah but I want to have my fun now."

"In do time," Keith repeated.

They headed back to the cave to plan for their next little fun with the Winchesters. Maybe even try to involve more to the fun.

Sam and Dean arrived back at the apartment a little late after they stopped by a pay phone to call in the missing woman. They quietly walked in and closed the door to see all the lights were off except for the one in the living room. They went over to the living room to see the sleeping Chloe with papers over her. Her laptop was still up on the coffee table and it was showing a picture of a wendigo and had some information about the creature. Sam went to pick up the papers.

"How do you kill a Wendigo," he whispered. "I guess Chloe has been looking up information on the supernatural," Sam said looking at more papers.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll get her to bed," Dean offered. Sam places the papers on the table and went into the bathroom. Dean took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves before he stood over Chloe. Removing the extra papers off of her, he picked her up and took her in her room. Once he laid her down in her bed and pulls the covers over her, she begins to stir.

"Dean…"

Dean was at her door before he turned around to face her. "Yeah Chloe it's me. Go back to sleep, okay."

"Did you guys get it," she asked sleepy.

"Yeah."

She smiles tiredly. "Could you stay?'

Dean frowned at what she asked of him. Did I hear her correctly, Dean thought to him self. He cleared his throat and gulp before he answered. "What…"

"Could you stay…stay here until you guys heal? I like having you guys here."

Dean let out a sigh before answering, "Yeah, sure why not."

Chloe smiles again before turning to her side to go to sleep. Leaving the room quietly and closing the door, Dean let out another sigh.

"Did she wake up," asked Sam from the couch. He was shutting down Chloe's laptop and look up at his brother.

"Yeah, just a little but she went back to sleep." Sam nodded. "I'm hitting the hay, night Sammy."

"Night," Sam said watching his brother go into the bathroom first and then in the other room. He looks at the other room and smiled. Shaking his head, he plops down on the couch and closed his eyes.

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