Chapter 10

After an hour of searching the area, Summer turned around to head in another direction. She stopped suddenly when she felt like she was not alone so she glanced around, checking in every direction for a sign of life. When she knew she was safe, she began walking again.

The tiny rocks on the ground crunched underneath her feet as she walked, she stuck her hands into her jean pockets with a sigh. She had not found anything ever since she began her search, so she was beginning to wonder if either of them would find anything. At this rate, she was starting to doubt they would. Her thoughts of Sam and Dean flooded her mind. She could not believe she was actually with two people she still did not know too well. She would have never gone on a road trip with two strangers in the past, but she knew why she did this time, she knew that if she never gone with them that night and agreed to go on the road with them, she would regret it.

She checked her watch and saw that it was almost three, and she figured they would leave by four. She sighed again, glancing around the area again, only to stop suddenly and stood there, alert. Another sound came from behind her. Not moving, she listened closely, and soon realized whoever was behind her was getting closer. Her breath was caught her throat, she felt a bit nervous and scared. Right away, she knew it was not Dean or Sam, but it was someone else.

A few moments passed and whoever was behind her was even closer. She could now feel their breath on her neck. Standing there, trying to decide if she should turn around and find out whom it was, or run away to find Sam and Dean. Taking a breath, she slowly turned around to face the visitor, and locked eyes with them, only to gasp. It was not who she expected, turning away quickly, she ran from the creature.

Her feet hit the ground so hard that the bottom of her feet started to hurt. She heard the creature run after her, she started to run faster, trying to get away before it got a hold of her, but little did she know it was faster. It grabbed her arm, pulling her to it, holding her tightly as it made her face it. Its eyes locked with hers, making it almost impossible to break the contact. It let out a low growl while leaning in, letting its teeth dig into her neck. She let out a cry of pain when the long teeth bit down onto to her. She tried getting away, but it held onto her so tightly that she knew she wasn't going anywhere. Slowly everything around her started to turn dark, and before she knew it, she passed out.

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Dean and Sam stood by the Impala, waiting for Summer. It was already past four, and they saw each other a little before, and decided to get to the car. They figured she would show up around the same time, so they waited.

"What time is?"

Sam glanced down at his watch. "Four thirty."

"She should have been here by now," Dean pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Summer's number.

Sam watched Dean closely, and saw the concern already building up.

He lowered his arm down when he didn't get an answer. "Something must be wrong."

"You don't know that."

"She would have answered the phone if she was fine. Something isn't right, Sam," he stepped away from the car and started to walk toward the pathway.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to look for her."

Sam sighed and followed him.

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"What'd I tell ya?" Dean said bending down to grab some thing off the ground. Turning around, he showed Sam what he was holding.

"Her cell phone…" he whispered when he knew Dean was right; something wasn't right.

Dean stuck the phone in his jacket pocket before putting his hands over his mouth, and yelled her name.

"I don't think she'll hear you, Dean."

"We need to look for her."

"What ever happened… who knows what way she went."

Dean sighed, starting to get frustrated. "I should have known something would happen. We should have never split up, it was a bad idea."

"It was the only way for us to cover more ground."

"Yeah, well, look what happened by doing that," Dean spoke while looking around and then his eyes saw something on the ground, where the phone had been. How could he have missed it? Bending down, he couldn't believe it. "Sam… that thing got her."

"What do you mean?" Sam walked over and finally saw what he meant. "Blood," he whispered.

Dean sighed deeply. "We need to find her now. "

"Let's go back to the motel and see if there's anything helpful in dad's journal."

"Let's go."

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Summer opened her eyes, and tried adjusting to the slight darkness. She didn't know where she was, or if she was alone. Glancing around the area, she tried to figure out where she was. The only light she saw was from a small crack on the ceiling, by a corner, that told her it was still day time, but the daylight was slowly turning to dark, which let her know it would be nighttime soon. Moving her arms slightly, she tried to bring them forward, but they were stuck behind her, holding them there by some rope. "Great," she mumbled.

Turning her head to the right, she saw a small entrance, and it had some light coming from what looked like a passageway of some kind. On the other side, there was nothing but a wall. She looked around the room again and that was, for the first time, she realized she was in some kind of cave. "Of course," she spoke as if she should have known that already.

A sound came from the entrance, and a figure entered the room. It walked toward her slowly, never breaking the contact they made. She could see its teeth slightly. She could also hear it breathing loudly, as if it had run a mile. Her breath quickened a little when it got closer to her. She looked away from it when it was right next to her, not wanting to make eye contact with it.

Its breath was warm on her skin, which made her shiver. She moved back, trying to move away from it, but obviously couldn't get far, so her back leaned up against the cave wall. Her eyes locked with it again, and that was when she looked down, getting a better look at it, and soon realized it wasn't exactly a creature, but in fact a person. A wendigo. She thought to herself. She tried to remember what Dean told her the other day, when he was telling her about different things, and the topic of a wendigo came up. Weapons are useless. Fire, I need fire to destroy it. How will I do that when I'm tied to the damn wall? she thought frustrated. Sam, Dean… find me soon…

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"Come on!" Dean set the journal down on the table hard out of frustration. "I can't find anything that can help us."

"I can't find anything online, either," Sam spoke looking at him.

"There has to be something."

"I don't know what we will do with so little to go on."

Dean sighed and stood up, walking away from the table, and started to pace while he tried to think of what could help.

Sam watched him pace, never seen him do that before. "Hey Dean…"

"What?" he asked, standing in place, turning his head in Sam's direction.

"Question…" he began. "How come you're acting like this?"

"What're you talking about?"

"You, never in your life, have you ever acted like this about anyone. Why are you like this now with Summer? Do you like her or something?"

"Dude, this isn't the time to ask me something like that," Dean said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"I just thought I would ask… considering how you're acting right now."

"Well stop thinking about that, and continue looking online or in dad's journal."

"Where are you going?" he asked when he watched him pick up his car keys, and head for the door.

"I'm going for a drive."

Sam watched him walk out of the room, and then a few minutes later, he heard the Impala start and then drive off. He sighed and started searching online again.

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Dean drove around town for a while, trying to clear his mind a little. However, that was not working too well, considering he was worried whether Summer was ok, or even alive. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly just thinking of her being kidnapped, and possibly hurt. "I'm going to hurt the son-a-bitch who did this," he mumbled with anger already building up.

He stopped the car, cut the engine off, and stared in front of him, surprised where he was. Some how without realizing it, he managed to drive back to the mountain. Opening the door, he stepped out of the car and closed it a moment later, while staring in front of him. He had no idea why he came back, but deep down, he knew he was there for a reason. Slowly making his way to the pathway, he started his walk deeper into the forest.

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"Hey!"

Dean raised his head, waking up with confusion and in pain. "What the…"

"Dean, you ok?"

He turned his head in the direction of the voice. At first, he could not make out whom it was, but after trying to focus harder, he soon realized. "Summer, are you ok?"

"Just peachy," she told him.

"Where are we?" he asked while trying to move his arms, but found out he couldn't. "Perfect," he mumbled.

"We're in a cave."

"Do you know who took us?"

"I think it was a wendigo."

"Great," he responded sarcastically.

"How're you going to get us out of here?"

"I'm thinking…" Dean trailed off while he tried moving his hands toward his back pocket of his jeans for his knife he kept with him just in case something like this happened. "You've got to be kiddin' me…" he spoke after a few minutes. " The knife is gone."

She leaned her head against the wall with a sigh. "What now?"

"Maybe the cell is still in my jacket…"

"If the knife is gone, why would the cell be in your jacket still?"

"You've got a point."

"Where's Sam?"

"He's back at the motel."

"Does he know where you are?"

"Unfortunately, no he doesn't."

"How could you leave without telling him where you're going?" she asked, unbelieving

"It's not like I planned going to the mountain. I started driving, and then I realized where I was, so I just stayed and took a walk," he told her.

"But, still!" she spoke with frustration.

"Well sorry, I didn't know I was going to get freakin' kidnapped by a wendigo!" he snapped.

She kept quiet after that.

"Look, I don't mean to snap at you, I'm just… you know, not happy we're both caught by this thing. Not to mention with no way of contacting Sam," he apologized.

"It's ok, I understand. How'd you get caught in the first place?"

"I was near the crime scene, and I heard a voice… it sounded like you, so I ran toward the voice… that was when I saw a figure. It hit me over the head with whatever it was, and well, you know the rest."

"We have to think of a plan," she thought aloud.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, agreeing.

Summer closed her eyes tightly as she groaned.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worry showing through his voice.

"Feeling… emotion…" she replied, trying to block it out, but it was too strong.

"What kind of emotion?"

"Pain… anger…" she groaned again when another strong vibe hit her.

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but before he managed to get a word out, they heard a scream, which came from another section in the cave. Then a few seconds later, they heard a male voice yell out a name.

"The missing couple…" Dean whispered.

"The girl is being killed," Summer said, feeling the emotions still. She figured the pain was from the female, while the anger came from either the male or the wendigo.

"We'll be next eventually," Dean said while trying to get his hands free, but the rope was too tight. He tried looking behind him a little, hoping to find something sharp to cut the rope with, but he wasn't able to find anything. He turned his head in Summer's direction. "Do you see anything you can use to cut the rope with?"

"No," she replied with a shake of her head.

He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Sam, you better start looking for me…"

They heard another scream from the girl, but this time it was louder and seemed like she was in a lot more pain than before. This scared them. They knew the wendigo would come for them eventually, and when it does, they won't be able to fight it off.