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Hunted

Chapter fifteen

The Wendigo's lair

Sam moaned softly as he tried to shift his weight from one hand to the other. The pull on his arms was putting a strain on his already sore stomach. He didn't want to die but right now he would have welcomed the creature coming back and finishing him off, at least then he'd be out of pain.

"What's that thing going to do to us?" Carlos asked looking over at Sam.

"The same thing it did to your friend." Sam didn't try to sugar coat it. These men were going to kill him and his brother and right now he didn't really care if their last moments were spent in fear knowing they were going to die.

"How the hell did you know about that thing? I've been farming these woods for years and I never ran across one."

"They're pretty territorial…you were lucky, apparently your crop was out of its territory."

"How do we kill it?"

"Fire." Sam gave a little laugh. "But it's a little late for that."

"How long before it comes back?"

"Minutes, hours, days….there's no way of telling. Just depends on how hungry it is."

"We got to get out of here!" Ray cried out as he struggled with his ropes. "I don't want to die!"

"Keep your voice down." Sam warned him. "If it hears you it'll come back sooner."

The man was terrified and didn't pay any attention to Sam.

"I don't want to die! Not like this!"

"Shut up!" Sam tried warning the man again.

The man looked toward the back of the cave and saw a dark shape emerge from the shadows. He screamed in fear realizing that he had woken the creature and it was now walking toward them.

Out in the woods

Dean kept following the tracks which were so obvious that even an amateur tracker could follow them. He could see the broken branches and bushes where the men had tried to hold onto them as they were dragged through the woods by the Wendigo. The ground also was kicked up and disturbed by their bodies as they were dragged.

"What do we do when we get there?" Santos asked as he followed behind Dean.

"We'll figure it out when we get there." Dean could only pray that Sam was still alive and that they'd get there in time.

"Maybe that thing killed them all already."

"That's a possibility, but I don't think so."

"How can you be so certain?"

"These creatures like to make their prey suffer…I guess it thinks it makes their meat just that much more tasty."

Santos suddenly reached out and spun Dean around.

"How do you know all this? Who the hell are you?"

"I've run across them before and who I am is none of your damn business." Dean said as he knocked Santos's hand off of him.

Santos threw a punch at Dean but he easily sidestepped him and threw one of his own. Santos went down hard and Dean stood over him.

"My brother and your friends are out there and that's all I care about. I'm not about to waste time fighting with you or telling you my life history. We either work together or I'll do it on my own, it's your choice."

At first Santos glared back up at Dean but then suddenly held up his hand. Dean grabbed it and pulled him up.

"Okay, we'll work together at least until we get our friends back."

"Good, then let's get moving." Dean once more started tracking the creature.

TBC