Later after we had started the campfire, Sam and Dean started drawing symbols in the dirt around the campsite while Haley poked at the fire. "One more time, that's—"

"Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Dean told her, continuing with his drawing. Roy laughed, his gun over his shoulder and Dean rolled his eyes. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy."

Dean headed over towards Sam, who was at the edge of the campsite, and I followed him, not really wanting to be too far from at least one of my new brothers.

Dean waited a moment before he spoke. "You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?"

"Dean—" Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

"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?"

There was a pause before Sam spoke. "Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

I leaned against the tree beside Sam and listened as Dean spoke. "Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

Sam threw his hands up. "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?"

"This is why." Dean said, walking around to Sam's front and holding up our father's journal. "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."

Sam shook his head. "That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it." Dean told him, kneeling next to him.

Sam's expression became slightly vulnerable and his voice cracked in a few places as he spoke. "Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta 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 gotta have patience, man." Dean tried to persuade him.

Sam looked down and then back up. "How do you do it? How does Dad do it?"

"Well for one, them." Dean said and I followed his gaze to look at Haley and Ben. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." He paused. "I'll tell you what else helps." I looked back over at Dean. "Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can."

A twig snapped and I jumped. A moment later another unfamiliar voice called out as it had earlier. "Help me! Please!"

As Sam and Dean stood, Dean readying his gun, I moved slightly behind them. The Wendigo soon called out again. "Help!"

Sam pulled out a flashlight and shined it out into the dark, trying to find the creature.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said, looking around for it.

Roy scoffed, though their was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Inside the magic circle?"

"Help! Help me!" The Wendigo yelled out again. After a moment of silence, growling started up and I flinched, grabbing a fist of Sam's jacket as I stayed behind him and Dean. The growls seemed about five feet away from me.

Roy swung his gun around, aiming at where the sound had come from. "Okay, that's no grizzly."

"No kidding." I said, though my voice was quiet. I needed to get a hold of my self, but no matter how much I tried images of that night four years ago kept invading my mind and I found myself trembling.

I barely registered that Haley was speaking reassurances to Ben in the background. "It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." As something rushed past Haley shrieked.

"It's here." Sam said as we all moved closer towards the fire.

I flinched as Roy shot at the rustling twice.

"I hit it!" Roy said before going to see what was hit.

"Roy, no! Roy!" Dean yelled but Roy ignore him and Dean turned to Haley and Ben. "Don't move."

I didn't even wait and took off after Roy, frightened, but not letting myself think too much about it. Dean and Sam were right behind me.

"It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy said as I broke into a small clearing where he had stopped. He turned to face me and the Wendigo reached down, snapping his neck and effectively killing him. I gasped and swallowed the screams that wanted to tear their way from my throat.

"Roy!" Dean called out from somewhere behind me. I hadn't realized that I'd lost them. "Cameron!"

My breaths became quicker as fear turned my ice cold and my legs seemed to gain a mind of their own as I was suddenly tearing back the way I'd come. I soon reached Sam and Dean and they took the inititave and we headed back to camp, making it just in time. The Wendigo's claws grazed the back of my neck, just as I reached the camp and I spun around to look back into the trees once I was safe inside the circle again. My hand flew to my neck as it started stinging.

"Roy?" Sam asked me as he came to stand beside me.

I shook my head at him and Dean pulled my hand away from my neck, checking the scratch. "It's not bad, just a graze. You got lucky."

Throughout the night, the Wendigo continued trying to draw us out or scare us. I stayed close to Sam as he settled by a hollow tree stump. "What's Dad's name?"

"Jhon." He answered, looking at me. "Are you sure you want to stay with us? It's always this dangerous, sometimes even more so."

"Yes, Sam. I'm sure. " I said, leaning against the stump. "Besides, I don't have anywhere else to go."

Sam was quiet and I soon found myself falling asleep.

I woke to Haley's voice. "I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real."

"I wish I could tell you different." Dean said and I opened my eyes. Sam was going through Jhon's journal while Dean, Ben, and Haley were over by the tents talking.

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

"We don't. But we're safe for now." Dean said, trying to be reassuring, but not lying at the same time.

"How do you know about this stuff?"

There was a pause in conversation as Dean considered this and I got to my feet, walking over to him.

"Kind of runs in the family." Dean finally said as Sam came over as well.

"Hey." Sam said and Haley stood. "So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Well, hell, you know I'm in." Dean said with a smirk.

Sam showed the page on the Wendigo in Jhon's journal to Haley and Ben. "'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."

Dean looked to Ben and Haley. "They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter."

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley wondered, pulling Ben a little closer to her.

Dean picked a couple of things up off the ground as he explained. "Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party." Ben said, speaking for the first time in a while.

"It sounds exactly like that." I murmured and as the feeling of being watched creeped in, I tried not to be completely freaked out and paranoid.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam said, listing a few.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." Dean added.

"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" I asked, confused.

"You're not gonna like it." Dean said, glancing at Sam before he looked back to Haley.

"Tell me." Haley demanded.

"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there." Dean said, his voice grim.

Haley took a deep breath. "And then how do we stop it?"

"Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically—" Dean held up a can of lighter fluid, a beer bottle, and a white cloth he'd picked up. "We gotta torch the sucker. Let's get going."

With that Dean took the lead through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. Haley followed, then Ben, with me and Sam in the rear. As we walked we passed trees with bloody claw marks on them. It didn't make sense that there would be so many of them. Sam grabbed my elbow and led me up to where Dean was. "Dean."

"What is it?" Dean asked, looking at us before looking at the trees that Sam motioned too.

There were bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Sam said and growling sounded out again. Sam, Dean, and I whipped around to face the sound. There was more rustling. Blood dripped down on Haley's shirt from the tree that she was standing over and I stared at her in shock aas she looked up. When I followed her gaze I saw Roy's corpse though there was a gash on his arm. She leapt out of the way as his body fell out of the tree.

Dean examined Roy as Sam went over to Haley.

"You okay? You got it?" Sam asked Haley and she nodded.

"His neck's broke." Dean said as Sam helped Haley up. More growling started and I quickly spun around. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!"

I quickly did as Dean said and I soon found myself alone as I had gotten seperated from the group. I froze and started looking around. Sam and Ben must have fallen behind and Dean and Haley had just run faster then I had. As Haley's scream echoed throughout the trees I looked around, trying to locate the direction it was coming from. "Sam?! Dean?!"

There was no answer and as I heard more growls, my legs burst into movement again. I gasped as something suddenly jumped out in front of me. I had no doubt that this was the Wendigo. I turned to run, but it grabbed me and threw me into a tree. Pain shot through my back and I groaned as I hit the ground. As I tried to get up, the Wndigo came over and bashed my head into a rock. I was out cold.

When I felt someone smack me I jerked awake, only to wish I was still out cold when I saw who or rather what had smacked me. The Wendigo stood before me and as I stared he brought his clawed hand up to make a small incision on my cheek that wasn't really that deep. It leaned forward, licking the blood off my cheek and I shuddered. Why me?

I would have totally punched him in the face, but I was hanging my by wrists from the ceiling. I winced as he growled, looking down the tunnel we were in. My head was pounding though I did my best to ignore it. As the Wendigo looked away from me, I pulled my legs up to my chest and struck out, kicking him in the back. He snarled and spun around to face me, only to get kicked in the face. My luck didn't hold out and I soon found him up in my face. He stared at me for a moment before very slowly cutting a small bit of skin off of my arm and eating it. I cried out at the pain and then grimaced as it went into his mouth.

I was surprised when Dean's voice echoed down the tunnel. "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good."

"Dean!" I called out, earning myself a backhanded slap across the face, which split my lip open and would most likely leave a bruise on my face, not to mention I already had a cut on my cheek.

"Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!" Dean continued to yell. Why was he trying to draw it to himself? I asked myself as I pulled on the roped holding me. The Wendigo took no notice of me as it disappeared down the tunnel and out of sight.

I nearly cried out in victory as the ropes snapped and I landed in a crouch on the ground. Quickly slipping the ropes off my hands, which was way more difficult then it should have been due to the burning in all of my limbs, I headed down the tunnel after the Wendigo.

When I caught up to it, I saw that it had Sam, Haley, Ben, and Tom pressed into a dead end. I quickly threw a front snap kick at it's head and it crumpled under the force, but was soon back on it's feet and slashing at me with it's claws. I leapt back, dropping to the ground in a roll, knocking it's legs out from under it. Yes, this was probably a pretty stupid plan, one on one combat with a Wendigo, but hey, it was working for the moment. I rolled up to my feet, turning to face the Wendigo which was already on it's feet and throwing another slash at me. I wasn't actually sure how I was dodging it's hits, but at the moment, I didn't care as I back kicked him in the stomach and brought my elbow down at his back. It stumbled away from me, quickly recovering and rushing up to me. I tried to stop it's advance with a front kick, but it just grabbed my leg and stomach, picked me up and threw me against the wall of the tunnel. I groaned and landed on my stomach on the ground. I was sure that the Wendigo would have killed me if Dean hadn't arrived.

"Hey!" He yelled from behind the Wendigo, who turned to face him. Dean shot him in the stomach with a flare gun and the Wndigo soon went up in flames. "Not bad, huh?"

I rolled over onto my back and looked at Sam to see him grin before walking over with Dean to help pull me up to my feet.

"Ow." I groaned, leaning against Sam. "I hurt everywhere."

"How did you keep up with that thing?" Sam asked, his voice amazed.

"I don't know and I don't care." I said, pulling away. As I looked at the body of the Wendigo, I grimaced. "However, I did it, it worked and that's all that matters to me."

Later I watched from the Impala's hood as Sam, Dean, Haley, and Ben sold our cover story. After all, we couldn't tell them the truth. They were telling them that it had been a really large grizzly. I smiled humorlessly at the irony. It had taken us quite a while to hike out of there and it was now late at night.

My cheek, arm, and neck had already been dealt with and now I had nothing to do, but wait. Thankfully I wasn't waiting long as Sam and Dean ambled over to the Impala, sitting on the hood with me in between them.

"Man, I hate camping." Dean said, looking straight ahead.

"Me too." Sam agreed, looking over at Dean.

I didn't say anything as the ambulance drove away, it's sirens on. Tom had been in pretty tough shape. He'd had more skin eaten off of him then I had.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked, turning to look at him.

Sam smiled a little."Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving."

Dean smirked and tossed the keys to Sam before standing and going around to the passenger's side while Sam went to the driver's side. I heard the doors open, but remained seated as I looked out into the forest.

"Cameron?" Sam said, his voice holding a hint of concern. "You okay?"

I didn't move as I answered. "Yeah. Just thinking."

I slid off of the hood of the Impala and walked around to Sam, opening the side door as my brothers climbed into the car, slamming their doors, almost in sync. I looked out at the trees again as Sam started the car. I was surprised that I hadn't run into that thing again, perhaps it was dead. Though I wondered why it had run off in the first place. What could have scared something like that?

I shook my head and climbed into the car, slamming the door shut and buckling up before Sam pulled out onto the road and started driving away from the town. I felt a little better as we left it far behind us.

(Hope you enjoy it. I might write a chapter on the bonding of the siblings, but not sure yet. Please continue to review and thanks for those who already have.)