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Hunted

Chapter sixteen

The Wendigo's cave

"Stay away from me!" Ray screamed as the creature slowly walked toward them. In response to Ray's screams the creature threw back its head and screamed in rage. It had been woken from its sleep and wasn't happy.

"Stop screaming…you're only making it mad." Sam warned Ray. He hoped if they didn't provoke it the creature would return to its nap.

But Ray was terrified and wasn't listening.

"Get the hell away from me!" He screamed again and began kicking out toward the creature. His aggression toward it only made it angrier. It growled at him and showed its sharp pointy teeth.

"No!...No!...Nooooo!" Ray screamed again as the creature moved in on him.

Sam's protective instinct kicked in. He had been trained to protect people all his life and even though these men were out to kill him he felt compelled to try and protect them.

"Hey you ugly son of a bitch over here!" He called out to it as he tried to kick it with his good leg.

The creature ignored him and lowered its mouth toward Ray's shoulder.

Ray threw back his head and screamed.

"Over here you bastard!" Sam shouted to it again. This time he twisted his body and managed to kick the thing in its side.

The creature turned toward Sam and reached out its long bony hand. With one swift swipe it ripped open his shirt and put a long deep scratch across his chest. Sam winced in pain but did not cry out. The creature then struck him in his face snapping his head to the side. He fought to stay conscious but the blow was hard and he could feel darkness closing in. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the creature standing in front of him licking his blood off of its nails.

The woods

"What do we do when we get there?"

"Just stay behind me. I'll let you know once we see what's going on."

"What is that thing?"

"It's a Wendigo….a cannibalistic spirit." Dean said as he continued following the tracks.

"Where did it come from?"

"The legend says it's a spirit of a human who had resorted to cannibalism. … This land was frequented by pioneers on their way west. Some of them became snowbound and ran out of food and turned to cannibalism."

"You really believe that?"

"It doesn't really matter what I believe. The creature's out here and we got to destroy it." Dean stopped for a second when he saw a small pool of blood on the trail; he swallowed hard hoping it wasn't Sam's.

Santos walked over and looked down at the blood.

"Maybe he killed them already."

"No…if he had we'd find body parts." Dean knew the longer it took to find the creature's lair the more likely one or more of the men would be dead, he just prayed it wouldn't be Sam. "We got to keep going."

They continued following the tracks which now contained drops of blood. Dean flashed back to the time he had been captured by a Wendigo. The creature was strong and ruthless and had no pity on the pain it caused its victims. He remembered hanging by his arms waiting to die and remembered the smell of the cave which had a horrible stench to it from all the decayed body parts that littered the floor. Knowing that fire was the only way to destroy the creature and unable to reach his flare gun he thought for sure he was going to die. But Sam had found him, probably from the candy he had managed to drop to mark the trail as the creature drug him to its lair. And he was going to find Sam too; there was no way he was leaving these woods without him.

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