Author Note: As always, thank you guys so much for continuing to read! Let me know what other monsters you want Maddy + The Winchesters to fight or any other situation you want to see them in! :)

"Pleaseee." I beg, but Dean ignores me.

We are cruising down a Nebraska highway; Dean and I sit in the front of the car while Sam naps in the back. We have traveled here because lots of hikers have gone missing. Authorities are saying bear attacks, but no bodies have been recovered. We fear that something supernatural might be lurking in the woods. I've been trying to convince Dean to do some sightseeing for the past thirty minutes.

"Come on," I say, "It's the 'World's Largest Ball of Twine'! Who doesn't want to see that?"

Dean grunts, "It's just a bunch of twine, how exciting could that be? It's like watching Sam try and tame his hair in the morning, no one wants to see that."

I picture Sam in the mornings, standing in front of the motel bathroom, attempting to make his hair lay flat as it sticks up at crazy angles. I smile and whisper to myself, "I don't mind watching that."

Dean rolls his eyes, "Sorry, forgot my audience. A more accurate example would be; watching you and Sam make googly eyes at each other. Definitely no one wants to see that." He points his finger at the back of his throat and makes a gagging sound.

I punch him in the shoulder, "Shup up." I pull him back to the original topic before he can completely change the subject, "I don't understand how you and Sam never stopped to do any sightseeing. You've been all over the country!"

"We've been a bit busy." Dean says, "You know, hunting monsters."

I sigh, realizing I lost my fight for sightseeing. I turn around in my seat and look back at Sam. He has his jacket laid out across his chest as a makeshift blanket, but it has started to slip off. I reach back and pull it up around his neck. He stirs a little but sighs in his sleep and his breathing becomes even again. I can't help but smile to myself, he looks so peaceful while he sleeps. Every time I look at him I fall in love all over again.

I turn back around, and Dean looks at me, "You're good for him, you know. You make him really happy."

I smile at him and as I glance back at the road I notice a woman come running out of the woods in front of our car. "Dean!" I shout and he slams on the brakes, sending Sam flying off the seat behind us. I brace my hands against the dashboard and the car comes to a halt mere inches from the woman.

Dean glances behind him, "Sammy, you okay?"

Sam's head pops up, "Yeah I'm good, what the hell happened?"

The woman comes running up to my window, with tears streaking down her dirt covered face. She raps violently on my window, I roll it down so that we can hear what she is saying.

"Please help me!" She shouts, "My boyfriend and I were attacked by-by a monster or something, I don't know!" She is talking very fast, making it hard to understand what she is saying.

I regain my composure, "What happened?" I ask, "What attacked you?"

She is trembling so hard it looks like she might fall over. I get out of the car, ignoring Sam and Dean's protests. I hold onto her shoulders to try and calm her down, "We can help you just calm down. What's your name?"

Sam and Dean get out of the car as the girl takes some deep breaths and wipes her tears. "I'm Molly," she says and then starts to explain, "My boyfriend and I were camping when we thought we heard someone calling out for help." She takes a shaky breath, "Vance went out to look around and I started to get worried when he didn't return." Fresh tears spring to her eyes, "I went out to look for him and saw him walking back towards me, but he never made it to me because this… this creature came up behind him, grabbed him and disappeared into the trees!"

Dean takes a step closer to us, "What did this thing look like?"

I can see the revulsion pass over her as she remembers its appearance, "It looked almost human, but it was so tall. Taller than anyone I have ever seen. It had these weird teeth." She starts crying again, "It was so scary! I don't know how I got away. My boyfriend, I'm so worried!"

I look back at Sam and Dean and mouth, "Wendigo?"

They both nod their heads in unison. I steer the woman towards the car and help her sit in the back seat. "Okay." I tell her, "Sit tight, we are going to figure out how to get Vance back." She just nods, not really looking at me. I don't think she really heard me, shock must be setting in.

I leave her in the car and walk to the trunk to confer with Sam and Dean about what we should do next. I watch Dean pack his green duffel bag with various items; guns, flare guns, mini flame throwers, etc. Sam looks through the rest of the trunk to make sure we won't need anything else.

"Well," I say, "I've never hunted a Wendigo, but I know you two have, so what do we need to do?"

"I know you know all the lore about them," Dean starts, "so I won't go into detail about that. Shooting it with the flare gun killed it the last time we came across one." He hands me a flare gun, "So, we're going to start with that and if that doesn't work we'll… uh make it up as we go!" he says as he slams the trunk closed.

"I'm coming with you."

I whirl around to see Molly standing behind me, having approached without me hearing. She doesn't look shaken up anymore, instead she looks determined to find her boyfriend.

Dean takes a step forward, "I think it's probably best if you stay he-" he starts to say but the woman interrupts him.

"I don't care what you think, if there is a chance that Vance is alive then I'm coming." She stands her ground. Dean looks at me for help but I just shrug my shoulders.

Dean huffs, "Fine. If you get killed it's your own fault."

Sam looks into the trees, "You came from this way, so I guess we should start looking in this area. Hopefully we can find the Wendigo's lair."

Molly walks between Sam and Dean, asking them all kinds of questions about monsters. I kind of tune them out while I walk a couple feet behind them, looking up at the trees. I make a mental note to talk the boys into going camping sometime, I like being out in nature. I'm too busy looking at the trees, so I don't notice the tree root sticking out of the earth in front of me. I trip, catching myself with my hands, subsequently scratching my palms up.

I shout, "Wait!" but they are too far ahead of me and don't hear me.

"Great." I say while I tie my shoelace that came loose when I tripped. As I'm getting to my feet I hear my own voice shout, "Help me!" to the left of where I stand. I freeze and listen again, convinced that my ears are playing tricks on me. I hear it again and then I hear Sam shout, "Maddy!" and then his footsteps as he runs towards the sound. My stomach drops as I remember that Wendigos can mimic human voices to draw in their victims.

Before I can think about it anymore I start running in the direction of Sam's footfalls, "Sam!" I shout, "It's not me! Stop!". However, I'm too late. I hear Sam shout, "AH!" and then the rustling of the trees above.

I continue running towards the area where I heard Sam and run straight into Dean. I look up to see a frantic expression in his face, "What happened!" he yells.

"I fell behind!" I turn in circles looking for signs of Sam, "It used my voice to lure one of you away!"

The three of us scour the area, looking for any signs of the direction the Wendigo may have gone. I notice some strange marks high up in the trees, "Look!" I shout. "These could possibly lead us straight to its hideout."

Dean immediately starts following the marks, not bothering to look if we are following. We follow the marks for about a mile and a half before it dead ends at the entrance to an old mine shaft looking structure.

"This has to be it." Dean says, "Same sort of place as the last Wendigo we encountered."

We walk down the stairs and into a musty cave type space. I cover my nose, it smells horrible down here and I fear for what we are about to come across. We walk as quietly as possible through the cave passageways, dodging old bones while trying to listen for any kind of movement. We turn a corner and into a larger area where two men stand chained to the ceiling. Sam and Vance droop against their chains, unconscious.

"Vance!" Molly says and rushes over to him. Dean moves behind her to help her loosen the chains.

I run over to Sam and take his head in my hands, lightly patting his cheek to try and wake him up. "Sammy?" I say, "Come on babe open your eyes." He starts to stir, groaning as he lifts his head up a little.

I breathe a sigh of relieve and kiss him quickly, "I can't believe you went running after me with no back up!" I scold him halfheartedly while I free his arms.

He steadies himself and grabs my face with his hand, "I was being a sucky boyfriend, I didn't even notice you weren't behind us!" He frowns and pulls me in for a tight hug, "I'm glad you're okay."

Dean comes up next to us, supporting the weight of Vance, "Let's get out of here."

We head for the exit, but we hear the footsteps of the Wendigo and realize we are going to have to fight our way out. Sam, Dean and I all pull our flare guns out and get into fighting positions. Dean lowers Vance to the ground and Molly holds him upright. The Wendigo appears before us, "Light him up!" Dean yells and we each shoot our flare guns. It dodges the first two flares, but Dean's shot catches it by surprise and it bursts into flames. We jump out of the way and Sam and Dean run over to help lift the dazed Vance up and carry him outside.

"Nice shot!" I yell at Dean and lift my hand for a high-five. He slaps it and we head towards the car.

Vance starts to come around while we walk and, with the help of Molly, starts to weakly walk alongside us.

Sam comes up beside me and takes my hand, smiling at me, "I'm not letting you out of my sight again."

I squeeze his hand and notice a deep cut on his upper arm, "Ouch." I say, "That's probably going to need stitches." I pull him to a stop and kneel down, so I can rummage around in my bag for some bandages. I pull one out and tightly wrap his arm, making him wince.

He pulls me tight against his side as we walk to catch up to the others, "I don't know what I did before you were here to take care of me."

I laugh, "I know right, you guys were probably a nightmare."

We finally make it back to the Impala after walking for a couple hours, the sun is just starting to set. Molly tells us that their car is only a mile or two up the road so we all pile in the car and head towards it. We help Vance into the passenger seat while Molly stands next to the car.

We turn towards her after Vance is buckled in, "I don't know how to thank you guys." she says, "Without you, I think we'd both be dead." She looks at Vance resting in the passenger seat and sighs.

I chuckle, "It's kind of our job. We are always happy to help people." She smiles at me and gives each of us a hug before driving off towards the nearest town.

We also head into town, so we can eat and get a good night's sleep before heading out in the morning. We check into a motel and Dean calls the first shower. I sit Sam on the bed so that I can clean out his wound and stitch it up. I pull up a chair in front of him and start to clean all the dried blood from around the cut. Once I've disinfected it I pull the homemade stitch kit from my bag and start to stitch him up. I can feel him watching me and then he starts to play with my hair that falls across my shoulder.

I look over at him and a smile spreads across my face, "It's hard to concentrate when you do that."

He grins at me, "I can't help it, you look cute when you're concentrating."

Dean flings the bathroom door open and Sam and I pull apart, not realizing we were leaning in towards each other. I finish stitching Sam's arm and put a fresh bandage around it.

Dean clears his throat, "Uhm, well, I'm going to go get some food. I'll be back in a while." He says, not so subtly giving Sam and I some alone time.

I look at Sam and blush a little, "Okay man." Sam says, "We'll join you in a bit."

Dean leaves and Sam looks at me smiles, "I should probably take a shower."

I lean in to kiss him, "A shower sounds nice, I think I'll take one too."

He grabs my hand and leads me into the tiny bathroom. Even after a few months of being together, I can't help but get butterflies every time Sam touches me. I run my hands down Sam's bare chest and push him into the shower.