Day had come far too late as the sun crawled over distant hills. The sunlight bared through the parting of leaves as it glistened like a cruel diamond forged through blood. Eves laced over the array of soft glow as they twinkled upon her tired eyes. Tiny had not slept as the night had fallen. Her lungs burning with the cold morning air as the tired throat laced with the burning sensation of pain.

It was far from a happy day.

Tommy may still be alive, but the will of surviving with such a creature there towering over the body seemed like a hazardous anomaly. Hannibal had slept though, just upon her lap for about an hour of rest as the night had trailed on too far and late. His body had always moved and turned, not necessarily getting the sleep he needed as his body was laced in fear. Not for himself, but for his beloved master.

Her arm had laced over her weapon, the flint lock that laid carefully in her grasps. The looked at her questionably with such an odd little weapon. As if that could light anything on fire, none the less do anything right? She remembered his voice, the loud roar with the crackle of flames that ruptured through and through, the cold air the cut lighter than the words that stung deep. Both of them held distaste towards the idea, their eyes spoke it louder than any words. She knew what they thought, a child, an irresponsible nitwit who thought she knew everything there was to know. She wished she had never agreed, not with that. She wasn't use to the yelling, towards the negativity and for once it was the reality she missed, the one that her books could never properly portray because here and now was the sensation that missed passion.

However, it was disbelief that struck them the most. It wasn't the fact of anything else but the mere thought of suggesting such a weapon seemed, odd, unheard of and it should have been. It was utter disbelief that struck them the most. She couldn't sleep, she wouldn't sleep with those boys there as they tormented her for moments.

What the hell did they know?

Sam had positioned himself on the truck of a cut off tree, his eyes traced elsewhere but the camp where the others laid. Hailey was quiet, her eyes drifting towards the boys and so ever often at the young female to the side. Her body had slipped besides her own after a while of silence. Her eyes laced towards the female with the pup. Her eyes refused to look anywhere but the soft drifting of leaves. Her eyes feel towards the soft heap as another feel down again.

For once sound had come from those woods, where morning mist had coated over and the sound of life thrived as if a knife had cut through the suspense and created a field to horror serenity. Sam had laced his hands through a rosary that laced around his arm as the beads softly plunked through callous, large hands.

"I don't... I mean these types of things... They aren't supposed to be real." Hailey stated besides Tiny within the holds of the symbols where the battered tents laid, where the wind scattered that foul stench of iron from becoming too foul putrid to handle. It was a distant whisper to Tiny at that moment however. Her eyes simply lingered on the male before her. Dean had looked everywhere but her. It was something she wished she knew what to do upon. Deep down she didn't understand what was wrong. She was confused, and in her way it frustrated her so much to feel the bitter gasps torment her in her unknowing.

"I wish I could tell you different."

He had sat besides her, where Tiny took her turn to look away, not daring to meet those strong emerald eyes. His body was ridged, and sadly the context was partly her doing though she wished strongly it wasn't. They had enough trouble on their hands and she didn't want to pile more but the words Sam had expressed prior to their expedition in the woods hit her, and she knew well at this point it was Dean simply being kind, especially with such terrible companionship around at the hope of replenishing what was lost.

"How do we know it's not out there watching us?"

"We don't."

Dean's voice side briskly, the roughness coursed out ever so. "But we're safe for now." He stated with a hint of encouragement in his attempts to make the worst better. She had simply scooted closer to the sharp shoot who remained looking away from him. Hannibal had scattered towards the younger brother to keep him positive it seemed as the young girl trailed off towards the other woman's dog. "How do you know about this stuff? Both of you?" Hailey asked lightly, her eyes grazing over them curiously. "It kind of runs in the family." he simply replied as he gave her a tight smile as he stood up from his crouch besides them.

"Mine runs in the family. Except there's just no family left to address it to."

Dean's body stiffened, his eyes shot straight as his body ridged upon hear her say it. It wasn't the words as much as it was the bluntness of a stranger he heard. The voice was deep, holding that annoyed tone that was well discussed behind the sigh that escaped her lips. His eyes turned to her to see tired eyes, none of which was directed towards her. Her eyes had lingered upwards towards the morning sky, eyes so dull it seemed like it had enough of everything to lay down in reluctance. His eyes narrowed at they looked at her for a moment, only for her own eyes to fall down and lock on his for just a moment, those dead eyes had just turned.

Sam lifted his head from his secret pray as his hand laced across the rosary. Hearing her state it so bluntly, hearing a different version of this tale, he couldn't help but stare. Yes they where agitated by the woman to some degree, but still, the shallowness of her words, the narrowed, tired eyes that came thorough and grew from the night to the edge of dawn had chilled down their spines.

Sam had walked forwards in turn, his mind attempted to grasp the write words. "Hey." He stated as Tiny looked up at him, her eyes so tired and lost. "So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch." Sam announced as all eyes turned to him from the previous semi-silence. Tiny's gaze laced towards him earnestly, thought not enough to escape the glances of the eldest. "Well hell, you know I'm in." He agreed to his younger sibling.

Tiny's hand had reached into her bag, small heavy hands grasping a leather bound book as she carefully pulled it out with ginger care. Sam's eyes glazed over the callous form of her hands, smoothed clean and etched with years of not using. He saw her hands so careful and calm as it grazed over the rough cover softly, her arms softly extending the book to him. His larger hands grasped it, noting the difference from size upon each other, as no words where freely exchanged then. He couldn't stand to look at her much longer. She looked dead inside, and it was a tragedy he was not willing to face. It made him sick to the bone, but it was that moment of realization that made him note why her head always turned away quickly, it was to hide it's own sign of death.

Sam pulled out a pencil from his coat and opened the pages worn with age. "Wendigo is a Cree Indian word, it means 'evil that devours'." Sam began to explain to them. "They're hundreds of years old." Dean added. "Each one was once a man, sometimes an Indian or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter." He finished. "How's a man turn into one of those things?" Hailey asked, her eyes full of the unnerving air as her eyes had glanced towards the female who remained in silence watchful. She had placed her rifle on her shoulder again as it was firmly polished and shined through the embers of night much before only to be subdued by the tricks of morning. "Well, it's usually the same, during some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cuts off from supplies or help, becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp." Dean told them. "Like the Donner party." Ben added. "That's right; cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities, speed, strength, immortality." Sam added. "If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always Hungry." Dean finished.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Hailey asked them, worry in her voice and enveloping her eyes. "You're not gonna like it." Dean simply stated after looking towards his brother who had walked behind him. "Tell me."

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for forty years at a time. When it's awake, it keeps its victims alive. It stores them so it can feed whenever it wants. If you're brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. And we got to track it back there."

"And then how do we stop it?" Hailey inquired. "Well, guns are useless- so are knives. Basically... We gotta torch the sucker." Ben had taken a deep swallow as his throat burned from it's rough travel down. Fear laced over the siblings as they turned to one another. Quickly the boys had turned to one another, thinking of a way to have this done, while the other siblings looked her towards the only other female. " Tiny?" She had truly grown quiet, more so than before the moment they gave her than well deserved lecture as the silence bore deeper than the blades of the mountain cold.

Tiny looked up for a moment, her eyes not dulled compared to the small crease of her lips upwards in her attempt of reassurance that didn't fall towards the right of her intentions. "Why did they get mad at your weapon? I know they had guns too but, why are they mad at yours?" Hailey asked quietly, hoping the conversing brothers wouldn't hear.

Tiny remained silent, and for a moment it seemed that alone would be her answer. However her eyes that had solemnly looked nothing but the dirt of her boots softly lifted up, slowly, carefully, with practice a they turned towards the other female, knowing well this little tantrum she was pulling wouldn't work well in a matter like this. "Because I've never hunted with them before, my methods are unorthodox to a lot of hunters... I'm the black sheep out of the lot." Her voice was quiet, almost a soft gush of air that had a rhythm in it's own flow so swift and cold. Her eyes, though reluctant, she had managed to force to turn towards the other woman she knew should be give the comfort, not like this, though she knew well that woman was capable of so much more.

"This is my 'first' hunt after all. At least that's what their telling themselves." She added softly. Hailey looked at her form, the caution in her eyes never leaving her mind as she saw her take the smoothest pass, the carefully chosen steps in the end to carefully fall upon course ground. And ever time she noticed the others they jumped straight into the thorns of the underbrush with ease, lashing the pain away in a form of memory as the numbness eventually consumed their legs. "Well I don't know about you but I think you're doing fine."

"I believe I have to be the one telling you that."

"But you know what? I like you the best out of all three of you."

"And Dean?"

"Besides the fact he's rather cute, I don't know... Sweet a little but the yelling isn't my piece of cake."

"They don't think I', able to protect you, you know that? Think I'm a waste of space possibly, with this little pistol here."

"Yeah, from what I've seen after that it's not too hard to notice. But I think you're doing just fine for a 'first' hunt."

A small smile filled her face, the corners lacing upwards as her chest softly heaved upwards in a kind of silent laugh. Maybe more so of disbelief, but none the less her eyes twinkled lightly. Those words made her feel better and in the end it felt so wrong. "Fussing over little ol' me when we got a brother to save?" Hailey struggled lightly, a spark in her eyes as she saw the female grab the handle of the gun. "Well, you're capable aren't you?" A nod was given. "Then I know we'll get Tommy back."

Tiny felt awkward upon all things, the sensation had drifted over her more than once on such occasion but as the time crossed over her mind it seemed much more calm, gentle even. Something those two boys didn't show much of. It was what made her much more appealing company it would seem. The kindness of her appearance, the soft spring of classic in her voice. She had even provided small talk to Ben, easing him softly to trust her enough, relaxing him from the heat of stressful times. Hailey heard the eldest brother's words, saw how the words met his eyes, but even in the end, though intentions true it would even appear with the antics of the two that the only thing on their mind was killing the thing. Of course that was a good thing, but it was the rush to get rid of them, the eagerness of not having the burden, nor care for the worry that laced in their hearts at that time. Dean seemed to care in his own state, but in the end it didn't met. In the end it was Tiny who vowed in her own little form the care for the brothers and sister alike, it was her careful words knowing to fight something as strong as this was reluctant. Hailey even through she would trail behind the brothers no less, but looking at it like this she could only think that the female hunter knew. She knew well that was what was going to fall upon their dictation.

Deep down it wasn't a surprise as she would have thought it would have been. How could it? Deep down she knew well the nerves where something else. She saw it different, she saw her shuffle of heavy feet make light movement seem an art to perfect. There was something she saw in those wistful eyes, and that little something was the very thing the boys seemed to lack all together.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait without an update. Life is difficult at the moment. AP Exams tend to do that. I'm planning to take one soon and it's within a few weeks so wish me luck! I've been consumed with a busy month, weddings, and parties, and family business, the lovely jazz everyone likes. This one was rather short, broke it up again to update and I solemnly had one more, but I need to get some work done and with such limited time, why shouldn't I take this opportunity to provide to you my lovely readers. Please, review this story, post a comment, I till help me see how I can improve this any way I can and to see if you peoples like how it's going so far. Please, I like good and bad reviews (not but please don't be rather offensive with it, however your disdain is a lovely sign that something is rather wrong in my approach, prey tell why?).

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