The blanket of dark navy blue and deep dark violet hazed over the sky with those soft cream and white light threads that randomly coated its shine like a code of ancient allure. It was fascinating to see, to look up upon those beds of flower petals that danced like soft gems of heaven's eyes and still it laid breathtaking, like the sight of new life through disaster. Every time she thought about this, her eyes would grow softly dimmer and dimmer. For if she looked to those stars another day she would swear she would hear a serenade to accompany it, but it wasn't like that, not at all. Because tonight was not a night to drift to sleep below a bed that was overlooked by heaven's skies, but a night which danger lurked where heaven could not see and warn.

Tiny stood with her gloved hand upon that tree that laid on the side above, where she looked up towards in the opening to the sky, a slim opening of peace and soft serenity through the chaos of what was to come. The fear that ever lurked deep within our mind like a plague of soft cascading fresh water that rushed from mountain tops, and still she waited till it turned to a fine mist where the rainbow ever so whimsically danced upon.

She was no longer just a little girl, and as she closed her eyes and listened, she swore that little rabbit told her to run and hid. Hid with me! The little creature cried as he laid beneath in his burrow looking out to her to show her that there he was safe, there he would wish the best of luck for her with the creature that was out to fright in this desolate night. Her body flinched at the feel of that pressure that curled around her shoulder as her hand gripped her weapon's strap tighter and her head ever turned within the slightest of her body to see Dean standing behind her with sharp eyes that seemed to turn to shinning blues.

A sigh of relief filtered through her lungs, as it intermingled with the fear that laced from her throat. "It seemed I got lost in though again." She said softly. Her eyes fell down towards the burrow again, softly lifting her eyes up to look at the eldest who stood besides her. "You sure you got this?" He asked her, his eyes trained on the rookie as she grabbed her strap tighter. She looked down and to the stars again high above as she took another deep breath.

"Well, I could always say I can handle this, cause I can, but... You know. Standing in a forest at night, with a creature that is currently hunting us... I say it's not the best wake up call to reality. I'm holding out the best I can though if that counts." she softly stated with a little shy side smile. Her eyes had softly lingered towards the eldest. She sighed, turning away from the stranger she had become well acquainted with to think of words for a moment. " I'm sorry if I've been a pain in the ass lately. I shouldn't be holding you boys back, and I really don't want to. I'm sorry." she softly mumbled, her voice was calmer now, however it held that rough tone that rang new to his ears. It wasn't smooth like it's always been when he heard her speak thus far, and not it was a soft rough tone, a soft raspy voice that wasn't think but softly lingering there. He blinked for a moment however it only lasted his pause for a moment.

"You know, I honestly don't like chick flick moments, but..." a soft pump of her chest as a soft breathy laugh came out lightly, her body shaking lightly with the weight of it as she turned to him, as his grin fell on his face as a wondering bloom. "I gotta say, you're handling this... Okay. Now I got to say this. Don't act like a sad mess. It's not gonna help anyone." The smile fell on her face for a moment in confusion. "Come on, before Sammy gets over here and turns to mush with that little sad face of yours. See, see now that's better."

The smile came back for a moment, his words rather interesting as his face held another show of its own. His arm was then slung over her shoulder for a moment as he nudged her forwards. "I think Roy could use some motherly intuition with that rifle of yours." he added lightly as he nudged her again. She couldn't help but smile again as he pushed her back to the group.

Unknowing she had rolled her eyes in a playful manner as she gave one more glance towards him, softly shoving his arm off even if it felt divine. The crackle of fire was ever so faint from her point, with her senses on outside the boundary marked into the ground, but that crackle she knew was telling them a lovely story of hope, peace, love, and tragedy. She smiled at the thought of a little flame creature with Shakespeare's little neck thing on and he jumped up and played with the others as a divine poet.

Dean gave her looks as she did that. He noticed how the woman had a tendency to smile at random thoughts. She wasn't bad per say, and saw that rather well as it was, however he noted most of all that the woman was rather off. It wasn't really in a bad way, however to put it, the matter still lingered on how much of a mystery she was even though it shouldn't really have been. His brow rose in wonder and curiosity every time she did something.

Walking back to the others, Sam gave them a strange look, wanting to know what just happened but then again, he didn't think it was too bad, hopefully. The rest where bundled by the fire, looking up at them instead of William Sparkspear's play. Hannibal however was so tempted to jump into the flames, but seeing his master he yipped, jumping up and onto Dean's leg, attempting to crawl on him as the eldest attempted to pry the dog off his leg.

"One more time, that's..."

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Tiny explained as she crouched to do another one. Roy's tick laugh filled the air at how ridiculous it sounded, which in all honesty it did, but then again, they didn't know their life. Her eyes had trailed upwards to Roy as he came with that rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes never leaving her's and she knew damn well he wasn't going to drop her little act anytime soon.

"Nobody like a skeptic, Roy." Dean stated in defense as Hannibal got off, glaring at the man. "Really?" was stated back in reply. Seeing as it was all done, getting up again, she looked over to see Sam, the youngest ever drifting off in thought. Her heavy steps trailed off towards Sam who looked down upon the ground as Hannibal stayed by the fire in all it's glorious warmth.

She stopped walking, seeing as Dean was doing the same, where she allowed him time with his brother through the mess of this case. Dean walked over, seeing his little brother there as he sat besides him. "You want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked him, much appreciated for Tiny's stop in approach. "Dean.." he began to say ever weakly.

"No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man. It's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" Dean reasoned. It only ever seemed to be responded with silence. "Dad's not here." Sam spoke from the silence that was laced with the fire's soft whispers of love towards the night. "I mean that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" he asked more to himself than anything. It was silent once more. "Yeah, you're probably right. To tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to lost creek." Dean told his little brother.

"Then let's get these people back to town, and let's hit the road... Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?" Sam asked his older brother. A sigh was added at the end of his words, but doubt had still remained, his mind wondering on the words the woman by the fire had once said. Dean had in turn stood up, looking towards the 'new' hunter who stood besides the other people, her eyes ever lingering towards the stars up above her. He narrowed his eyes at her. He had then in turn softly walked a little over, seeing him there she softly pulled the book out ever lightly, and with tender care as she promised she had softly passed it on towards him.

"This is why..." he told his younger brother as his callous hands clasped on both sides of the old book with precious care. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here and he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things... The family business." Dean stated as he looked at Sam. His eyes determined to pass his meaning towards his younger brother.

"That makes no sense." Sam stated as he shook his head. "Why-why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" He reasoned as he asked question after question to his brother.

"Why doesn't he tell us what this girl has do to do with anything?"

At that their eyes had then turned towards the female who stood there in wonder. Once more those honey eyes had looked up high into the night sir, as the side of her plump lips curved upwards. Hannibal yipped by her side ever so softly as he looked around, his tail wagged in excitement. By the fire her figure illuminated like a soft dance of shadows, as dreams seemed to come over to her mind. Softly she leaned her head down as those soft eyes glazed over the fire with a soft hint of fear, her arms reached over to wrap around her torso as she then pealed the hooked sleeves to extend longer from the night air. Soft blooms of smoke escaped her parted lips.

"I don't know... But there' something she knows that we don't. From all I know, the thing Dad had told her is enough to tell me that Tiny is gonna go along side us, even if we don't want it." Dean stated as his eyes turned towards his younger brother again. "But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do, and I intend to do it. And I intend to find out who the hell Tiny is." His eyes where stern as he looked towards Sam.

"Dean..." The words where pushed from his mouth by a breath. "No. I gotta find Dad. You gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about." He confesses as he shook his head, attempting for his brother to understand him. "Okay. Alright. Sam, we'll find them. I promise. Listen to me, you're got to prepare yourself, I mean this search could take a while and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You got to have patience, man." Dean told his brother in all seriousness and compassion a big brother could have.

"How do you do it?"

A chuckle escaped Sam's lips as his head with those messy brown locks turned as that melancholic sound escaped deep from his throat ever so softly and swift. "How does Dad do it? How can she except this?" He added as it stilled, the bubbles coming deep from his throat. "Well, for one, them." Sam's eyes had then cased towards the group once more. To those siblings standing together to Tiny standing abroad as her eyes lingered into the night, her body huddled close to herself as Hannibal watches away. This time however a soft blushed left upon her cheeks as she glanced at the boys who looked at her, at the things around her. That lovely rookie hunter alongside them.

"I mean, I figured our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little bit more bearable." Silence had consumed the brothers, as overhead laid the crackle of glowing wisps. "And I'll tell you what else helps... Killing as many evil, sons of bitches as I possibly can." A smile had bloomed upon his own features as he looked to his brother in his own forming reassurance. "But that girl... You just gotta ask her yourself, but the way I see it, I think we got the best of the bunch."

"Help Me!"

The scream had cut through the night air that for moments where in peace, as those soft honey eyes had flickered to large saucers as quickly her rifle was held tighter on her back as her hands gripped tighter on the strap. Quickly she was in action, where the weapon was at distance length, ready to slow down the creature that dared show his face, well except for that little bunny of course. Sam and Dean had flung themselves forwards from their brotherly chat to the side, quickly flickering flashlights on as they held their position, walking forwards.

Those crying shouts of help never stopped as it went on and on. The civilians huddled close to Tiny, as the rifle was held close into her hands as Dean came forwards, cocking his gun to the edge of the symbols so smoothly embedded into the ground. Flashlights where placed into the heart of the woods where their eyes could see nothing but the waves of night lavishing the darkness to it's fearful paradise.

"Help!"

Those damn voices wouldn't lessen as Tiny held her rifle tighter, fear laced over her features for a second, her jaw tight as a result to hide this irrelevant fear that would be coating her whole form. The siblings held one another, as Hailey softly grabbed the back of her arm to show she was right there. The fire only made the shadows dance ever so in wonder.

"It's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put." Dean told them as Tiny also gave them the best strong hearten look she could muster to have them feel a bit safer. Of course she didn't know the effect it had on them, nor the final result. She felt unnerved yet so very calmed by his voice in which was so smoothed, so calming, so knowing. A voice that held a glazed of knowing was so much different than what she was ever used to that it felt so welcomed, so endeared at the sound of someone for one actually knowing what they were doing. But then again, maybe it was that voice that seemed to lull her into bliss at how smooth and rough it was all at the same time, how lovingly deep that voice was.

The hunter's eyes glazed over all around towards the woods that laced out. "Inside the magic circle?" Roy had then asked in a cocky, mocking voice as he himself waved his flashlight to look. Tiny turned to glance at him, as the cry for help came again. She wasn't too pleased with the look on his face as his rifle was then held tight into his own grasp. This man was going to get himself killed by that damn wendigo wasn't he? The growling only seemed to further rumble through the night as that cry remained so ever loud.

Softly Tiny's gloved hand encased Hailey's shoulder, as her rifle was aimed into the black. "Stay calm." she spoke ever too softly to her. Hailey looked to the woman who attempted to reassure her with a soft smile on her face and those hardened eyes with determination. She herself couldn't help but grab her younger brother's hand and smiled softly back at that woman who seemed to protect them so much already, solving the matter properly. "Okay, that's no grizzly." Roy managed as he heard the unearthly growl that emanated deep within that dense forest.

His rifle, just like Tiny's was aimed into the vegetation where their eyes strained to see anything. Then wind rustled through the bushes and caused shivers to crawl deep upon her soft flesh. "It's okay, we'll be alright, I promise." Hailey told her brother as the female hunter positioned herself to their side as they sat down. It was so sudden, so silent. The barking never stopped with those growls of defense staining the air with strain.

A pair of screams pierced through the air like a viper's kiss. Hailey grabbed onto Tiny desperately as Tiny screamed out in shock and almost uncontrollably horror as she saw that thing rear it's ugly head for a moment and hiss a manically hiss at them that made her heart stop. In moments composure she grabbed the rifle and within a second she had shot at it with a trained aim as it growled louder. Tiny's body was the barrier between the two, the woman and the monster that lurked in these woods, and as her heart pounded she aimed ever closer, her breath stilled as she looked all around rapidly. So damn close and it's possibly just pissed off with that damn shot. "Boggy joined the party!" she called out ever so naturally.

The growling only grew as the bushes rustled from the creature that ventured deep within its shadows which lurked by the edge of those carefully placed symbols. The cry was inhuman, and it's roar shoo the earth that surrounded it's wait in the silence. It kept on moving with that sound trailing behind it. Roy had shot his rile at it, the hope that it hit anything was slim, but he didn't know. Roy had yelled out for her, "Tiny!" The call of her title made her instantly follow as her gold embedded rifle had then swayed in her hands so smoothly as she jumped up, those special bullets crashing alongside Roy's.

Flares of red seemed to do the trick as it yelled out in pain from it's wounded form. Her breath was even and as she saw that it was wounded, she knew that it was now really pissed, but she knew that it wasn't her that hit it sadly. Her bullets would have done something more than just release a screech. Her body was so calm, only to be shattered by that unnerving shake of her limbs as she realized how naturally it came to shoot that damn thing. This wasn't her yet it must be her either way.

"I hit it!"

Roy's voice yelled out in glee as his body had then charged forwards. "No, Roy!" she cried out as she saw him running forwards, and with her heart pounding with blood into her ears she grabbed him only to miss and yell out again as she chased down the damn fucker as Hannibal roared out in defense, conflicted to either go with his master or the defenseless humans.

Dean narrowed his eyes, cursing beneath his breath he called out, "Don't move!" as Dean and Sam ran after the two rifle bearers. Quickly they had trailed off after them with all his might to get them back to safety as soon as they could. Hannibal had made his mind, standing next to them in defense. Tiny had stopped rushing the moment she realized that the boys where besides her, her body shaken by the sight of the blinding light. She had then grabbed her rifle and tossed it to Sam who held no weapon on his own at the moment.

"Take it, you'll need it more."

Sam had quickly nodded as he trailed behind Dean to only quicken his pace. Tiny had then nodded in turn and rushed back towards the defenseless humans to the side. The siblings and the loyal pup had looked at her arriving form which quickly stepped through the abyss of black. Her eyes where focused on nothing but the terror of the swarming black around. She looked at the two siblings who huddled towards the side for a moment, her eyes digging into the dirt underfoot as the sound of the night was filled with dread.

With a sigh her eyes turned down towards her bag, where it's fullness crashed against her leg with each step. Hesitantly she reached into her bag, feeling through the mess to the smooth carve of cool metal. There her hand had pulled out a pistol. It was engraved with swirls and held gulden plates like her rifle, but this one, this was special. It was a flintlock. The engraving was smooth, and the wood a smooth clean shade that looked healthy and strong, intimidating in it's own right.

Her body had swiveled to the side quickly, her arm raised high with the weapon in hand as she aimed to the unknown abyss. "Grab a stick and light it on fire. That's one of the only things that can kill it, trust me." Tiny managed as her eyes turned to Hailey who had grabbed one of the long, thick branches to the side and place it in the fire which laid in the center of camp. Her brother in turn stood besides his sister, close to her side as the remainders huddled with their weapons in arms, waiting with worry etched in the flesh.

"It's over here! Ugh!"

Dean and Sam ran through the thick woods with the little light they had from their flashlights as Dean called his name out over and over. "Roy!" He called again as the brothers chased after the man who would possibly die before they even get there. "Roy!" Dean called again as loud as his voice could manage as his heavy steps pounded into the earth.

Their bodies had halted, eyes turning in every direction possible. His sound was gone. It was silent. There was nothing. Roy was gone. A weight pulled down upon their chests as realization dawned upon them. They couldn't save him. They had rushed back to camp knowing well that this thing was still out there and fully vigilant, and was met with the sight of fire swaying out and around the camp.

Hannibal barked at them in greeting from his state patrolling the border of the symbols as he ever barked and growled ever so in defense. Tiny's eyes locked upon the returning figures, her steps heavy as she walked towards them. Her eyes cased around them , looking with narrowed eyes as the lump built deep in her throat.

"Is he..."

Dean passed her as Sam had walked inside the ring of symbols. Their hands dug into their hair as a heavy breath rushed through their throats, eyes casting forever more towards the forest.

Roy was gone. And just like Roy anyone of them could be snatched up and abandoned just like him, without a trace as long as they were out in the woods, stranded with no means of escape. It was simple.

Kill it, or be killed.

Author's Note

Personally I don't know how I feel about this chapter. I haven't reread this one so possibly it would be edited and re-posted again but this is on my updates. I have already started this one ahead of time which meant that there was just a little more I had to squeeze in time wise to make it work. Hopefully the other chapters would come just as quick however that is rather unknown. I have a rather busy agenda to follow through for the rest of this month and towards the next with a whole bunch of studying and other things to regard however I'm going to try whole heart-idly not to abandon by story like I had done for a time. I'm sorry how long this is taking. Please place a review, it would be much appreciated on how to improve this.

Thanks for reading! :3

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VioletFlame14