Rating: G
Characters: Dean Winchester
Word count: 400
Summary: Dean's wounded and unconscious by the time Sam finds him in the cave, but between then and getting snatched, he managed to lay a trail of peanut M&Ms. A quick 1x02 "Wendigo" missing scene.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
A/N: Finally, another SPN fanfic from me. Requested by my sister DirewolfJune many years ago, this little story has finally made it to paper! Or should I say, to your screens. Hope you enjoy.
Better Than Breadcrumbs
It happened so fast. One minute, Sam was right behind him and the next, he wasn't, and Dean was face to face with the Wendigo and only Hayley was still with him. Instinct has Dean protectively stepping in front of her, but he only has the unlit Molotov in his hand and he knows that won't do them much good, if any. Hayley screams. The Wendigo lunges forward and Dean swings the bottle at its head, just in case. He hoped it might buy them some time to get away, but the Wendigo barely checks its forward movement as the glass smashes across its jaw, its giant hand swatting him to the side like he's nothing. Something gives way in his chest, but Dean has no time to think on that fact any further because as soon as he hits the ground, the Wendigo has grabbed him and is moving quickly through the forest. Dean is at its mercy and it shows him none, of course, his body taking a further beating by branches. He tries to struggle loose, but he only has one arm free to do anything while the other is pinned uncomfortably tight against his side by the creature's body. And his strength is also tempered by the pain in his ribs, which is being further intensified by the rough journey. The Wendigo doesn't seem to notice his attempt to get away, never mind actually being affected by it. Distantly, he thinks he hears Sam yelling his name. He can't find the breath to yell back. Not that it would do any good anyway because at the speed they're moving, he's likely out of earshot already. Good luck finding me, Sammy. It's at this point that Dean feels real fear, threatening to overwhelm him. Then a thought strikes him. The M&Ms. Thankfully his pinned hand can reach into his jacket pocket and he manages to unfold the top of the bag. The Wendigo's jarring gait works beautifully for this plan, dislodging the chocolates and sending them spilling onto the forest floor a few at a time. A perfect trail for Sam to follow. The next moment something thumps against the side of Dean's head, hard enough to make everything go dark and fuzzy. His last thought before he loses consciousness completely is that he really hopes the M&Ms don't run out before they reach the Wendigo's lair.
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