Dean was still pretty peeved when we arrived at the woods. Walking into the ranger's office Dean started talking to the ranger there. I went over and told the ranger that I'd called earlier about the sightings and that I was just here to collect my pass and a map of the woods if it wasn't too much trouble. 'No trouble at all ma'am, it's so nice of you to come and deal with our problem' Just doing my job I said as he gave me the map and pass.
"Come on then" I shouted behind me as I left the office to sort out my supplies for the overnight camp. I only had one tent but luckily it was a four man tent so there should be enough room for us and our equipment. Splitting the tent, equipment and food in to three different bags I handed the lightest one to Dean and took the heaviest one myself handing Sam the other one.
Walking through the woods Dean and Sam talked amongst themselves. I know I shouldn't have felt left out but I did. After a while Dean turned to me and said "Are you sure we have everything we need cause these bags are pretty light". I just said 'Of course we do'. After another hour or so we reached a small clearing and decided to camp there.
Dumping the bags on the ground, Dean insisted on checking we had everything whilst Sam drew a salt pentagon to keep us safe. As Dean went through the bags he realised that I had taken almost all of the weight leaving the two boys with just under half the weight. He looked up at me as I told him that I didn't want him to over-extend himself. He told me to sit down, that he and Sam would put up the tent and then he wanted to check out my chest. I couldn't help but laugh at that last part, leaning in I whispered into his ear ' If you wanted me to take my clothes you should have just asked'.
After the boys, well I should say men because that's what they are pure hot muscular men, had put up the tent I moved all the stuff inside. Sadly, the tent was weirdly organised as it had three main compartments. It had a security door so it had the main entrance then another padlocked door and then the inside which was hooked up. Then you had two sections a larger one for the sleeping quarters and one above which held all the equipment.
Setting out the sleeping bags I felt someone push me down onto them as I was about to struggle I heard his voice. " I told you I wanted to check your wound" Now normally I would have fought him but something about the way he looked down at me so strong and confident I let myself submit and relished in his strength. Lying back I felt his fingers gently glide along the end of my top as he slowly slid it up. He held it in place with one hand and tried to examine my wound with the other. He was obviously having difficulties so I gently pushed his hands out the way and tried to take it off completely but the stretch hurt my wound, causing tears to well in my eyes. Dean looked down at me and gently pulled my top off of me. Even though I was injured I still felt attracted to him as he tentatively touched the hole in my chest which was slightly smaller today.
Then Sam brought in the last of the stuff as I was lying there. Taking off his top he chucked it over me as he said that we couldn't use the sleeping bags as they would take too long to get out of. Smirking to myself for my ingenious thinking I went over to all the sleeping bags and unzipped them and then using the clips on them hooked them all together to make one large quilt, then I got a small rollable sheet out of my bag and placed it under the bags to lie on.
As the boys sorted the stuff out I told them I had packed a change of clothes for them if they wanted to change since they were both still wearing their clothes from the other day but then so was I. Turning over and leaning on Dean I whispered into his ear. "Dean, I need some help changing". When he didn't immediately answer I rolled over and said normally 'Sam...Can you' I never finished my sentence as Dean interrupted and asked Sam to wait outside whilst he gave me a hand. Unhooking my trouser he pulled them down and pulled on my shorts and then he reached slowly round the back of me to unhook my bra. With that done he realised I had forgotten to pack a spare top for myself and he went into his bag and pulled out one he had packed for himself and pulled it over my head gently.
It smelt of him and I cherished the soft scent of musk with a hint of spice that was all Dean. Sam came back in and they wordlessly agreed I should be in the middle so that when the wendigo tried to mimic voices after getting inside our heads that they could hold onto me to stop me from going out there. Making sure everything was locked I lay down on my back and pulled out a small lantern and a bag of skittles. Rattling the bag both boys stared at me like I was insane, I just shrugged and went 'It's a sleepover'.
When we'd finished off all the skittles we all lay back and rested on the travel pillows, that's when it started. The wendigo was taunting me from outside the tent. But it wasn't just any voice, it was his voice, I couldn't believe it. I tried to block out the onslaught of memories that I'd kept locked up at the back of my mind. It went on at me for over an hour and a half, changing from his voice to my dead brothers and then to my mother's telling me it was my fault they all died, that I was weak and a failure.
The boys were supposed to be both asleep by now as I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I tried to lie back and close my eyes but I couldn't sleep not whilst I felt so helpless, so vulnerable. That's when I felt his hand go round my waist and pull me gently into his body as he whispered in my ear "it's okay, it can't hurt you now, you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you" I fell asleep in his arms with him stroking my hair.