Hi everyone,

i hope you liked last weeks chapter, and I hope you like this one.

lily xx


Sam's back arched in pain as the Wendigo curled its ugly talons around his neck, picking him up like a rag doll and keeping him cruelly suspended as his lungs ached to breathe.

"Sammy!" Sam heard deans reassuring voice getting closer, and with a loud bang, he thudded harshly to the floor, gulping in air.

Dean knelt down besides him, his rough hands checking Sam's neck.

"Fuck..." Sam coughed as the words scraped harshly out of his throat.

"Get him, dean.." he managed to get out, his voice hoarse.

Dean gave Sam his shit eating grin, slapping Sam lightly across his cheek.

And with that, dean ran off after the Wendigo, it's eerily long legs carrying it further and further away from dean.

He got out his home-made flamethrower, slowing down as the Wendigo came to a suspicious halt.

Dean stayed where he was, nervously breathing and squinting his eyes in the dark as he searched for any movement from the freak.

A sharp and cold pain sliced across deans face, crying out as he felt warm blood spurt.

He stumbled backwards, tripping over something slightly squishy. He fell hard, and lay for a second in shock, winded and in pain.

And then the Wendigo was on top of him, his claw like fingers raking across deans chest.

Dean screamed, red hot pain coursing through him and leaving him weak.


Sam heard deans cry, and he went cold, his stomach churning at the thought of all the possible ways dean could've gotten hurt.

Pulling himself up off the putrid ground with the sewage pipe as his support, groaning as pain coursed through his body.

He began limping towards where dean had run off to, gulping down his growing fear.

The dripping and hissing of the sewage system disguising any noises to give away where the Wendigo was.

And he didn't notice the Wendigo creeping up behind him as he knelt next to dean, his hands frantically searching for any lethal wounds.

Sam was knocked off of his feet by an unnatural force, but managed to spin around to land on his back, grabbing deans flamethrower, which had landed by deans lifeless feet.

He pulled the trigger, his eyes sparkling as an elongated long body became a candle, the pale wax of his skin dripping off in tendrils.

It screamed an inhuman, disturbing cry, before entirely dissolving into a pile of discoloured goop on the floor.

Sam's eyes were wide, and his finger was held on the trigger as he watched in horror and awe.

Sam took a deep breath.

His eyes wondered to deans unconscious state.

"Dean!"

Sam scuttled forward, his bloodied hands instinctively going towards deans neck, checking for a pulse.

Sam closed his eyes in relief as he felt the faint and worryingly slow pulse.

With a forceful slap, Dean was brought back to the waking world in a jolt. He looked up at Sam's worried face, and with a smirk, asked Sam what had taken him so long.

"Shut up jerk."

Dean sniggered, resting his head on the ground as the strength left him.

"Dean, let's get out of here. Please."

And with Sam's desperate and worried plight, dean 'sprung' into action, Sam wrapping deans surprisingly weak arm around his neck, hoisting all of deans weight and muscle onto Sam's 6'4 frame.

As they passed the puddle of wendigo, dean spat down onto it, Sam huffing at him.

Approaching the light, dean and Sam limping together as a joint person towards the impala, knowing that a bottle of whiskey and a needle and thread would be waiting for them.

Plunging into the open air, their eyes squinting at the blasting Kansas sun, they fell against the impala.

"Jesus Christ..."

Sam huffed.

"Are you sure you're not bleeding out?"

Dean gingerly pressed a dirty hand against his bloody t shirt.

"Not yet."

Sam nodded.

"That's Good."

The heat of the impalas smooth black metal was felt through their clothing, and the sweat was already festering on their foreheads.

"I need a cigarette." Dean murmured, reaching into his back pocket.

Sam frowned.

"Are you really sure that's a good idea?"

Dean scoffed.

"I don't care." Was muffled as he lit the cigarette in his mouth.

They learnt against the impala in comfortable silence as dean smoked his cigarette, occasionally passing to Sam.

The city around them hummed distantly, and Sam observed its ruckus from a distance, as they had travelled to the outskirts of the city for this dirty job.

The city and the cigarette was the only thing Sam could focus on, as this was his usual time to take his next dose. He had his hands tightly clasped together, as he knew that if let free, they'd be shaking violently, and it wouldn't have gone unnoticed.

Dean blew out the last puff of tainted smoke, and looked sideways at Sam's tense figure, frowning.

"You alright, buddy?"

Sam jumped, startled by deans voice.

"Hm? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Sam lied through his teeth, taking the cigarette.


The sunset drifted through the moth eaten curtains, shining through countless empty bottles of beer.

A house on the south east of town sat stagnant, in a seedy neighbourhood, the wood rotten and the windows long shattered.

"We need money."

The two men, who were so roughly kept and malnourished that they could either be 20 years old or 50 years old, sat opposite each other, their eyes wild and their conversation hushed.

"Yes. I know." He bit his words out, obviously frustrated.

"And blood."

The other guy, who seemed to be melting into a disease infested arm chair, sat up as he spoke, hissing.

"You think I don't know that? I'm just as hungry as you Jake."

Jake scoffed.

"Well you don't seem to be doing anything about it."

The other guy shook his head and sant lethargically back into their sofa, closing his eyes as he took a drag from a blunt.

They sat silently for a minute before Jake sat up.

"You know that guy... Sam... what is it again?"

"Winchester."

Jake clicked.

"Yes! He could do us for both. He owes us, remember?"

The other guy nodded.

"He fucked us over that one time. I remember."

"Alright then. It's settled."


thanks for reading, reviews are always welcome xx