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Hunted

Chapter eighteen

The Wendigo's lair

Just as the creature was about to bite Sam's neck it suddenly pulled back and once more dug its nail deep into Sam's stomach and licked the blood. To Sam it seemed like the thing was just playing with him, enjoying the pain it was inflicting. He tried to hold still, he knew squirming around would only excite the creature into a feeding frenzy. Maybe the thing was just toying with him and would soon crawl off to sleep. Sam looked over at Ray's body and a cold chill shot up his spine. Is that the way he was going to end up he wondered? Just a shell of a body with most of his internal organs devoured. He remembered the agonizing screams of Ray as he watched himself slowly being eaten. He tried to hide the fear that was slowly creeping over his body. He was sure that's what the creature wanted, to have adrenaline flow through his body as he screamed and struggled to free himself. Guess the adrenaline added more flavor to the meat he thought. The creature once more dug a claw deep into his injured stomach and the pain was agonizing. Somehow he managed to hold still, but when the creature reached toward his neck then made a deep cut down to his waist he couldn't hide the pain any longer. He whimpered as tears of agony filled his eyes.

"Dean!" He cried out for his brother. "Oh God Dean where are you?" He said softly as a feeling of total helplessness overwhelmed him.

The Woods

"When this is over we both go our separate ways." Dean told Santos. He wasn't asking him he was telling him. If Santos had any thought that if they managed to save his partners that they were still going to hunt him and his brother he was mistaken. Dean would kill all of them without a second thought. Right now all he wanted was to get Sam out of there alive that was all that mattered to him. He didn't give a damn about their drug activity. The dealers, if any were still alive, could go their way and he and his brother would go their way. "Deal?"

"If you free my friends then yes, we will not try to stop you from leaving the woods…you have my word."

Dean knew a drug dealer's word wasn't worth much but it was all he had. He knew his brother was going to be hurting and all he wanted was to patch him up and get him back to the car. More then likely Sam would need a hospital for his stomach and leg injuries and who knew what other injuries he might have by now. But as long as he was alive, that was all that mattered. It was then Dean heard his brother's painful cry.

"That's my brother!" Dean began running in the direction of the cry no longer needing to follow the tracks.

The Wendigo's lair

Dean pushed back the bushes that hid the front of the cave then looked back at Santos.

"Stay behind me…and if you see it don't waste your bullets you can't kill it."

"But you can kill it …right?"

"Yeah, I can kill it…but keep your eyes open, it could be hiding anywhere."

They slowly walked into the cave as Dean kept the flare gun out in front of him. The deadly silence was more terrifying then the scream he had heard. Did it mean all the men including Sam were dead?

Santos stayed right behind Dean. He had seen what the creature had done to Frank and he wasn't about to leave Dean's side.

"Where the hell are they?" He whispered to Dean.

"Shhhh." Dean put his fingers up to his lips. He knew Wendigos had excellent hearing and he wanted to try and take it by surprise.

He heard Sam cry out to him again, but this time his voice sounded very weak. Tears came to his eyes…. How bad was Sam hurt he wondered? Or, was it the Wendigo mimicking his brother's voice trying to draw them in… he had no way of knowing?

TBC