CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Here A Wendigo, There A Wendigo

Dean's eyes searched the surrounding forest frantically, looking for any sign of his gigantic brother's body.

The eldest demon hadn't even realized John was talking to him until he had put a hand on his shoulder.

Flinching away, Dean's eyes turned to black as he rounded on his father. "We have to find them."

"And we will. But you need to have a clear head if we have any hope of getting them all back alive." John reasoned, watching as the anger receded from his son's face that was soon replaced with worry.

The eldest demon ran a shaky hand down his face. "What do we know about this," He paused, racking his brain for the name of it. "Wendigo or whatever."

John motioned for Dean to follow him so they could gain some ground while they still had daylight on their side. "They feed off of humans and they're used to surviving long winters so they know how to make their food last. So it's pretty likely they are all still alive, including Haley's brother. The wendigo probably has them somewhere dark and safe."

The demon nodded, trying to wrap his head around all this. "You said we kill it with a flare gun?" Dean asked, pulling out the one John had given him from his waistband.

"Well fire in general will kill it, but yeah." The old hunter shrugged off his bag, pulling out an additional flare gun. "Unfortunately they only have one shot each. So make it count."

Both of them knew the situation was awkward. Not even 48 hours ago they had been at each other's throats. But John just hoped his son could put aside their differences for at least the amount of time it took to save the others.

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Sam awoke to a disgusting gnawing sound coming from behind him. As he blinked the haze from his vision, he could barely make out the petite form of the blonde hunter hanging from the ceiling in front of him. The demon glared at the ropes suspending him before it hit him that he was a fucking demon.

Thankfully, super strength came with the creature description.

Sam yanked as hard as he could, ignoring the pain of the rough texture rubbing against his wrists right before the rope snapped. The demon fell to the ground ungracefully, huffing with frustration as he tried to undo his bindings.

He had only a brief moment to feel triumphant as the ropes fell from his wrists before something growled only a few feet away from him.

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"Up ahead." John nodded at a run-down building a couple meters ahead of where they had stopped.

"What's the plan exactly?" Dean questioned, his eyes flashing black at the sound of scuffling coming from his right side. The pair both froze, not daring to make a sound as the noise started to soften, the creature going in the opposite direction of the building. John exhaled deeping in relief as he made his way to the entrance.

Ignoring the 'do not enter' sign, the father-son team made their way inside.

"I didn't really have a plan, figured we'd just wing it." The hunter said casually, raising the flare gun to a firing position. Noting John's actions, Dean followed suit.

The pained scream that echoed through the narrow pathways had Dean hauling ass to the source of the noise.

"Dean! Wait!" John cursed under his breath before taking off after his demonic son.

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Sam remained completely still, hoping that by some miracle, the wendigo hadn't heard him fall on the ground. His eyes finally adjusting to the light, he saw two hunched over pale figures make their way over to another body on the opposite side of the room, farthest away from the young demon.

Carefully getting up, Sam rushed over to Jo and began undoing the ropes before she moaned.

" 'am, what's 'oin on?" She mumbled, dried blood running from her temple all the way down to her cheek. Sam winced at the sight of claw marks that covered half of her face.

"Shhh." He soothed, setting her cautiously up against a wall as he surveyed the rest of the cave for Haley and her brother. Seeing no sign, he returned his attention to the blonde. "Jo, listen to me. I can't teleport us out of here until we find the others okay? So stick tight for me."

The younger demon stood up before he began to look at the different hanging bodies to try and find the rest of their group.

"No, get away from me!" A familiar voice begged, their voice filled with pain. Sam had only recognized the voice right as they let out a bone-chilling scream.

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Dean skidded to a stop, John almost running right into him at the sight of the Wendigo coming straight towards them. Grabbing the back of his leather jacket, the hunter pulled Dean into a nearby alcove before putting a rough hand over his mouth.

The demon shot him a glare but stayed quiet, not sure if he really wanted to deal with this particular monster. The duo held their breath as the wendigo's shuffling grew closer.

John removed his hand from his son's mouth in order to aim the flare gun in the direction the monster was coming, waiting for it to rear its ugly head.

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It was like the sound of the scream woke Jo up from whatever haze she was in because she immediately sprung up and looked around, regretting it the second the dizziness hit her.

She shook her head to clear it just in time to see Sam take off in the direction of the sound. Deciding she might as well be of some use, she pulled out the flare gun she had secretly swapped her 9' mm with and aimed it ahead of her as she made her way slowly to where Sam had taken off too.

"Hello?" Someone from beside her muttered, their voice full of pain as they mustered the energy to speak.

Jo approached the swinging figure, before she put two and two together. "Tommy?" The guy nodded weakly, the blonde quickly taking out her pocket knife and helping him to the ground. "My name's Jo. I'm here to get you out." Another feeble nod as Jo heaved his heavy form up, putting one of his arms around her shoulders while she wrapped a hand around his waist.

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John's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the wendigo stopped, only to hear a soft shuffling sound start from behind him. Dean's eyes widened as the Wendigo lunged forward, tacking the hunter to the ground. Not sure what to do, the demon's eyes turned black as he flung the monster off of his father and up against the wall.

John got up, staggering slightly as he raised the gun and burying a shot into the monster's chest.

Dean shielded his face with his arm, peaking over it to watch as the wendigo burst into flames, its screeches reverberating off the walls of the narrow alcove.

"Awesome." Dean said proudly as the monster's crumpled form collapsed to the ground.

John couldn't hide the smirk that tugged at his lips as he rolled his eyes. He he felt a wave of relief flood through him, happy his son and him made it through a case without killing each other. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

Their victory was short lived as the sound of another screech made its way to their ears.

Dean looked with annoyance down the dark hallway. "What now?"

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"Jo? Who's-" Sam stopped as the pair made their way into the light, revealing Tommy's torn up face. "Oh shit." The demon rushed over, taking over the task of hauling Haley's brother. "Jo, do me a favor and help Haley walk."

As if just noticing her, the blonde caught sight of the bent over form of the girl right before her gaze found that of a wendigo making its way towards them.

"Sam! Back up!" The hunter barely gave the demon enough time to move out of the way before she pulled the trigger, thanking her lucky stars as the monster burnt to a crisp letting out a shrill scream.

"Sammy!" all eyes looked to where the wendigo's burning form had just been to see a concerned Dean and John rushing towards them.

"What the hell happened?" John demanded, his gaze landing on Jo who still had the flare gun in a raised position.

"Later! Let's get these people to a hospital." Sam barked, ushering everybody towards him before they all vanished.

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TBC

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