Later Roy was still leading the way, followed by the rest of us. We hadn't spoken much for about an hour and the deeper into the woods we got the more I thought about what had happened here so long ago. I'd thought I'd come to grips with it, but I guess not.
I jumped slightly when Roy broke the silence. "This is it. Blackwater Ridge."
I watched as Sam headed past Roy, looking around. "What coordinates are we at?"
Roy pulled out a GPS. "Thirty-five and minus one-eleven."
Dean walked over to Sam after a short moment. "You hear that?"
"Yeah. Not even crickets." Sam said, motioning me over. I nodded and walked over to them, looking around.
"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy said, hoisting his gun up on his shoulder.
"You shouldn't go off by yourself." I protested, actually slightly worried.
"That's sweet. Don't worry about me." Roy said, waving his gun before he pushed between Sam, Dean, and I in order to retake the lead.
Dean turned to the rest of us as Haley and Ben caught up with us. "All right, everybody stays together. Let's go."
I fell into step with Ben as we followed Roy. Waiting to see if he would say anything, I soon found myself standing in the campsite they had supposedly gone to. Sam, Dean, Haley, and Ben went to go look around the rocks.
"Haley! Over here!" Roy's voice sounded out and I watched as Haley took off before I quickly followed her. We came to a halt when we saw all of the tents torn and bloody with all of the campers supplies scattered.
"Oh my God." Haley said, her voice completely horrified. I walked over to the nearest tent and started looking around it.
"Looks like a grizzly." Roy said and I quickly tuned him out as I continued studdying the area around the tent before I lifted up the tarp, moving it out of the way.
Once I was done examining around the tent I moved a bit further out, looking intently at the ground. "This definitely wasn't a grizzly, Roy."
"What makes you think you know better then I do?" He asked, his tone surprisingly not rude, but rather curious.
"There's no tracks. Not a single one and this blood is fresh, not enough time for something to come stomping around here and destroying the prints." I said, pointing at the ground. "It wasn't a grizzly."
"Sam! Cameron!" Dean called and me and Sam quickly went over to him. As Sam crouched next to Dean I heard the distinct sound of a twig snapping.
"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Dean said and him and Sam stood up. I frowned and looked at the drag marks as Dean continued speaking. "I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog."
"There's a logical explanation for the tracks disappearing." I said, looking up at the tree tops for a moment and then looking back at the tracks. "It could've taken to the trees, though that's one hell of a jump."
"Nice work." Dean said before the three of us headed back to the camp. Haley had picked up Tommy's bloody phone and started to cry, turning the phone over. The back was open, the batteries missing.
I watched Dean as he walked over to her before I started looking at the ground again. I jumped as an unfamiliar voice echoed through the forest. "Help! Help!"
Roy quickly took the lead as we all headed to the aid of whoever was shouting. Something told me that this wasn't the smart thing to do, but I didn't want to stay by myself at the camp.
"Help! Somebody!" The voice called again as we all sped to a stop. I moved closer towards Sam and Dean. There was no one here.
"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked, looking around in every direction.
We listened for a moment, but the voice didn't start up again.
"Everybody back to camp." Sam said and we all turned, walking back to the camp, but when we got there all of the supplies we had brought were gone. We had left them when we had gone to find who had been calling out.
"Our packs!" Haley exclaimed, throwing her hands up. I didn't think I liked her that much.
"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy said, annoyance in his tone as he walked to the center of the campsite.
"What the hell is going on?" Haley demanded of Roy.
"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam said, a thoughtful look on his face.
"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy said, his tone full of anger. I shrunk back from it. He wasn't yelling, but he wasn't completely not angry either.
Sam grabbed my arm gently and led me over to Dean. "I need to speak with you. In private." We headed a little ways from the rest of the group and then Sam released my arm. "Good. Let me see Dad's journal."
I glanced at the book as Dean handed it open. "What are you thinking?"
Sam opened the book, flipping through the pages untill he found a particular one. I glanced at it. It was the one that I had read a little from earlier. It was about the Wendigo.
"All right, check that out." Sam said, pointing at a First Nations-style drawing of the figure.
"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west." Dean said in disbelief. Frowing I leaned over Sam's shoulder and started reading the passage more thoroughly.
"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." Sam said, forcing Dean to realistically examine the facts.
"He's right." I said, looking up at Dean. "The facts are all there. It would be able to climb the trees, it would be strong enough to carry the bodies, like Sam said before the claws, the mimicking, it's smart, it's a hunter, it all adds up."
"Great." Dean said, pulling out his pistol. "Well then this is useless."
Sam handed Dean our father's journal and headed past him, stopping for a moment. "We gotta get these people to safety." With that Sam headed back over to the group and I quickly followed him. Sam stopped and began addressing all of them. "All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."
"What?" Haley demanded angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy told uswith a condescending tone.
"It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." It was obvious that Sam was getting quite irritated with Roy's attitude as was I.
"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders." Roy said, his tone rising and I found myself fighting not to cower behind Dean.
"Relax." Dean said to both Sam and Roy, who didn't listen.
"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you." Sam nearly growled in anger.
Roy seemed to get really angry at this and walked right up so that he was in Sam's space. "You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."
I felt alarm run through me. That was definitely going to hit a nerve.
"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Sam snapped, looking about ready to start throwing punches though to his credit he kept his cool. More or less.
Roy laughed in his face. "You know you're crazy, right?"
Well, he obviously held himself in high standards, I thought as I moved to get in between the two of them.
"Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—" Sam was cut off as Dean pushed Sam away from Roy.
"We don't have time for this." I said, looking between Roy and Sam. "We can't be arguing right now. Look, whatever this thing..." I looked over at Roy. "...or person is, it's only going to benefit if we're at each others throats like this. We're only seperating ourselves. We might as well serve ourselves on a platter."
"Chill out." Dean said, looking at Sam.
"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Cameron's right. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." Haley said and her words were followed by a long pause.
A long pause.
"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." Dean said, looking at all of us.
"How?" Haley asked, uncrossing her arms.
"First, you need to know what it is." Dean said before looking around. "It's going to get dark soon. Let's make a fire and I'll explain as we go. Deal?"
Everyone nodded and I sighed, pulling out my pocket knife and going over to a tree to cut off some branches for the fire.
(Okay so this one's a bit longer than the last. Hope you like it. And again please review. Thanks. :P )