The group hiked through the forest quietly. Roy led with Dean, Angel, Haley, Ben, and Sam following. The Winchesters were armed and ready as well as Roy.

Dean eyed the man, "Roy, you said you did a little hunting?"

"Yeah, more than a little."

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

Angel threw him a look but he waved her back, "Dean."

Roy was oblivious, "Mostly buck, sometimes bear."

Dean passed him, "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?"

Roy grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back earning a glare. Sam and Angel each tensed as well. Angel was about to go separate them but Sam stopped her as Dean glared down at the man.

"Whatcha doin, Roy?"

Roy grabbed a stick and poked a bear trap Dean had almost stepped in.

He looked up and gave him a sarcastic smile, "You should watch where you're stepping… Ranger."

Dean laughed tightly, looking at his sister, "It's a bear trap."

"I see that." Angel shook her head as Roy walked away, she motioned, "I don't like him."

Dean laughed and repeated her words, "'I see that.'"

They hiked on but Haley soon hurried up to Dean, an annoyed look on her face as she grabbed his coat and twisted him to face her, "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying duffel bags. You're not rangers. So who the hell are you?"

Ben walked past Haley and Dean gave Sam and Angel an expression to go on by; to which they listened.

Dean watches them go for a moment before turning back to Haley, "Sam, Angel and I are siblings, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat."

She frowned, "Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?"

"I'm telling you now." He shrugged, "'Sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman… ever." He grinned, "So we okay?"

Haley paused but smirked, "Yeah… I guess."

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?"

Dean quickly pulled out a big bag of peanut M&Ms and munched on them as he hiked on.

Later on…

Roy turned to the group as they came up on a small clearing, "This is it. Blackwater Ridge."

Sam kept walking, "What coordinates are we at?"

Roy pulled out a GPS, "Thirty-five and minus one-eleven."

Angel walked to her brothers, "This is weird… not a peep in the middle of the wilderness? Not even bugs?"

"Yeah." Dean listened as well, "Eeery."

"I'm gonna go take a look around."

Angel quickly intercepted Roy, "Not a good idea to do alone, friend."

"That's cute, sweetheart." He smiled earning a glare from her and the boys, "Don't worry about me."

Roy waved his gun and pushed between the boys and past Angel to retake the lead.

Angel shook her head, "I'll go with him." She motioned, "You two babysit."

"All right, everybody stays together." Dean instructed the others as Angel and Roy walked off, "Let's go."

Angel stopped abruptly when they came across Tommys camp site, "Holy hell…"

It was completely demolished. The tents were ripped apart, blood smeared around and the belongings from all the bags were scattered around everywhere. The blood was even smeared around the trees and sleeping bags which were torn to shreds.

"Dean!" Angel yelled, "Sam! Get over here!"

The group ran to her immediately but came to a halt when they found the campsite.

Grief overcame Haley at the sight before her, "Oh my god."

"Looks like a grizzly."

Angel shook her head at Roy, "No." She motioned up to all the blood in the trees, "No way that was a grizzly…"

"Tommy?!" Haley threw off her backpack and clamored through the campsite, "Tommy!"

"Hey-" Sam ran to her, "Shh."

"Tommy!"

"Shh-hh-hh!"

"Why?"

"Because whatever did this…" Angel motioned around as she surveyed the scratches, "That thing could still be lurking close to us. Screaming might not be the best idea. Unless you wanna lead it over here again."

"Hey."

Dean barked and made eye contact with his siblings. They walked over and knelt next to him so he could whisper.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." They stood, "I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog."

"No doubt about that." Angel agreed, "I've never seen their work look anything like this. This is something new for us."

They quickly walked back to the campsite where Haley picked up Tom's bloody cell phone. She cried silently as she turned the phone over and the back was open.

Dean crouched next to her, giving her a sympathetic stare, "Hey, he could still be alive."

Haley gave him a look that said she wasn't exactly in agreement but before she could voice it a frantic voice was heard.

"Help! Help!" Roy led the way as everyone ran to the aid of the shooter, "Help! Somebody!"

But they found no one. Nothing but the empty, eerily silent forest.

Haleys eyes frantically searched the surrounding area, "It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?"

Sam swallowed a lump in his throat as he and Angel shared a grim look.

"Everybody back to camp!"

Sam yelled hurriedly as he turned and ran, but when the team arrived, all the supplies were missing. Their packs were just gone.

Angel angered, "You've gotta be kidding me right now."

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone."

"What the hell is going on?"

"This…" Angel growled, "Thing is freaking toying with us."

"It's smart." Sam shook his head, "It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help."

"You mean someone," Roy corrected with a scowl, "Some nut job out there just stole all our gear!"

Dean joined Angel and Sam as they beckoned to him, "We need to speak. In private." Once they were out of hearing distance Sam stopped, "Good. Let me see Dad's journal."

Angel watched him flip through it frantically, "What are you thinking, Sam?"

"This." He stopped at a pge and handed the book over, "Check that out."

The page was of a First Nations style drawing of a monster like figure.

Dean shook his head, "Oh come on… Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or- or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"I don't know, Dean…" Angel commented as she read the passage, "This looks like our perp. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice… I mean it's pretty spot on actually."

Dean groaned, "Great." He lifted his pistol, "Well then this is useless."

"Alright well this means Sam was right before when he said we shouldn't have brought these people along. These things are a bitch to kill, Dean." Angel handed back John's journal, "We gotta get everybody to safety. Now."

Once Sam led them back to the campsite he addressed the group, "All right, listen up, it's time to go."

"He's right." Angel nodded as she turned to Haley, "Look, things have gotten… increasingly more complicated. It's way too dangerous for you to be here."

Haley crossed her arms, not understanding, "What?"

"Listen sweetheart, don't worry." Roy grinned as he motioned back to his gun, "Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it."

"Okay, you need to stop calling me sweetheart." Angels glare could probably burn a hole through him, "And it's not me that we're worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now."

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders." He stepped up a little, "Sweetheart."

Angel was about to rear back and swing on him when Dean instantly came over to her and held her arms down.

He turned an annoyed eye to Roy, "Relax."

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right?" Sam added walking over to the man, "We're trying to protect you."

Roy stepped right into Sam's space, "You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night!"

"Yeah?" Sam scoffed angrily, "It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here."

Roy laughed, "You know you're crazy, right?"

"Yeah? You ever hunt a Wen-"

Dean quickly moved away from Angel and pushed Sam back as Haley stepped in between, "Roy!"

"Chill out." Dean pointed from Sam to Angel, "Both of you."

Angel rolled her eyes, "Just let Sam kick his ass. Or let me do it at least. He's called me sweetheart like 43 times today."

"Not helping, Angel."

"Stop." Haley commanded, "Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive, and I'm not leaving here without him."

A long pause came over them as the Winchesters looked at one another then to her. Angel glared but motioned to Dean that they could stay even though it was a terrible idea.

"It's getting late." Dean explained, "This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

Haley watched him, "How?"