Rating: T

Main Character: Sam

Pairing: none

Genre: angst

Title: Wendigo

Sam sighed and looked over at Dean for the third time. He still looked awful even though it was a full two days since he'd tangoed with a fucking Wendigo. Thankfully, Dean was asleep and had been for six hours. He was lucky that an infection hadn't taken hold; Wendigo's weren't known for having manicured claws. If there was one being that Sam hated- and not your run of the mill 'I hate that basterd', but really, really hated- it was the Wendigo. I mean, he could appreciate the fact that they were originally humans stuck between a rock and hard place, but what they became… they were flesh junkies.

Dean started to snore and Sam smiled; it was good to know that his brother was still alive and breathing without having to take his eyes off the road.