Named after the song by Papa Roach. Enjoy:'3

Lorelai began to wake from unconsciousness. She attempted to move her hands, only to find that she couldn't. She freaked and woke abruptly, recalling the previous events and realized that she was tied up by her wrists to the ceiling. She was in some sort of cave. She could hear a dripping sound and it was so dark. She could see nothing but shadows, thanks to the moonlight. She looked around, looking for a sign of the Wendigo. She turned around on her rope and saw a silhouette of the Wendigo. She gasped and struggled in the ropes. The silhouette spoke.

"Is someone there?" A mans voice asked. Lorelai froze. She knew that Wendigos couldn't talk.

"Yes. I'm Lorelai, and I'm getting us the hell out of here."

"Yeah, right. Sorry but we're fucked."

"With that negative attitude, yeah, sure." Lorelai yanked down hard on the ropes with all her strength hoping that it was weak in at least one area. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing again.

"Just what exactly do you plan to do?"

"I plan-" She pulled again, ignoring the blood trickling down her arm. "-to break this rope-" and again, squinting in pain as the dirty ropes dug into her skin. "-and burn that motherfucker to ashes."

"With what?"

"With my flamethrower that I'm going to find." She yanked down the rope again.

"You have a flamethrower?"

"Yeah, I have loads of weapons." Lorelai looked up and noticed the rocks surrounding the rope. She repositioned herself to catch the rope on a rock, hoping that it had a sharp point. She grunted in pain as she tugged the rope down again. And again. And again. She didn't stop. If she stopped, she would have time to feel the pain. She was getting tired by now, but she took one more almighty pull and the rope snapped, causing Lorelai to fall to the floor.

"Lorelai! Are you okay?"

"I'm super." Lorelai got up and took out her knife. She cut the other man free. "C'mon, we gotta go now!" Lorelai looked in her pocket to use her phone as a light source, but it wasn't there. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I've just bought that phone!" They carried on through the cave and finally found the exit, where much to Lorelai's pleasure it was raining.

"Okay." Lorelai began. "We've got to make a break for it. Run as fast and as quiet as you can." He nodded. He looked petrified, and not much older than Lorelai. Lorelai's voice when from 'competitive football coach' to 'concerned friend'.

"What's your name?" She asked him.

"Travis."

"We are going to get out of here, you hear me? I wont let you get hurt."

"But, no offense, you're a girl. And you look quite young."

"How old are you, Travis?"

"19."

"I'm 17. Yes, I'm younger, and not by much by he way, but trust me when I say I've had way more training than you. And don't be sexist. I can't get you out of this if you wont trust me." Travis nodded at her. Lorelai grabbed his arm and they started running through the rain.

They were deeper into the forest than Lorelai anticipated. They had been running non stop for a full twenty minutes. They stopped for a bit to breathe and Lorelai drew the symbols she could remember in the dirt, hoping they would make some difference if the Wendigo found them. Luckily it didn't. They carried on running when Lorelai spotted something familiar.

"My flamethrower!" She smiled and went over to it. She turned to Travis. "Come on, we've got to get back to the car." They began to fast walk back to the car when something charged into Lorelai and knocked her onto her back. The Wendigo was back, and it was angry. If grabbed Travis round the waist with incredible speed and then turned to grab Lorelai. Lorelai kicked it in the stomach but it didn't have much effect. It grabbed Lorelai's leg and twisted it. Lorelai screamed in pain as she felt it breaking. She lifted up the flamethrower and pulled the trigger at the grotesque creature, aiming it at the opposite side as to it was holding Travis. The Wendigo growled loudly in pain as the flames scorched it's left side and threw Travis at a tree trunk. It blurred off. Lorelai dragged herself across the mud over to Travis. His eyes were closed. Panicking, she checked for a pulse. He was alive, just unconscious. Lorelai dragged him and herself in between two shrubs. The rain was still heavy, and was showing no signs of going.

Suddenly, Lorelai heard footsteps approaching the area. She aimed her flamethrower and got ready to shoot. The legs came into view and Lorelai grabbed them, pulling the figure onto the floor. She dragged herself over and got ready to shoot when she realized it was human. She looked closer.

"Ellen?"

"Oh, thank God, I found you!" She sat up and pulled Lorelai into a hug.

"Ellen!" Lorelai broke into tears and Ellen stroked her hair.

"There, there, honey. We've got to get you back to Bobby's. What are you doing on the floor anyway?"

"It broke my leg. Travis is unconscious. Help him please." Ellen nodded and went over to Travis. She put him on his side and hit him between the shoulder blades. He woke up with a start. He picked himself up of the floor and looked from Lorelai to Ellen.

"What did I miss?" He asked Lorelai, who was now propped against a tree trunk.

"Well, my damn leg's broken, and this is Ellen. She's a family friend."

"But now it might get her!"

Ellen smiled. "That would be a challenge for it. Now come on." She turned to Lorelai. "Bobby's been going insane, What with this being right near him and him not being able to do anything. Couldn't get hold of Dean either, so he called me."

"I'm glad he did. Thank you so much, Ellen. Wait. Dean's not answering his phone?"

"No, but I'm sure he's fine. You know what your brothers are like. They always seem to keep us worrying."

"True." Ellen picked Lorelai up like an over-grown baby. Lorelai bit her lip to stop herself screaming out in pain. They made their way back to the car.

Lorelai hissed in air through her teeth as Bobby poured pure alcohol on the deep cuts on Lorelai's wrists.

"You scared me something good, kid."

"Sorry Bobby."

"Yeah, well, it was kind of my fault too. I should have known if there was a Wendigo around here. Sometimes they just slip through your fingers. I think you need to go to hospital for your leg."

"I'll take her." Ellen piped up. Lorelai was about to thank her when she put her hand up to keep her quiet. "It's no trouble. Really. I like to know you kids are safe. Besides, it's what Selena would want." Bobby nodded at her and Ellen picked Lorelai up again and took her out to the car.

"I swear, they better not put more damn needles in my skin. That tattoo hurt like a bitch." Lorelai complained.

"They got you a tattoo?"

"Yeah. Demon protection." Ellen nodded and placed Lorelai in the back seat of her car. They drove to the hospital.

Dean Winchester stormed down the hallways of the hospital. His clothes were covered in mud, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was his sister, now that the Wendigo was dead. For real this time. Dean turned into the room he was looking for and ignoring Ellen, went straight to Lorelai to give her a hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Lori."

"You too, Dean." Dean pulled away and took a proper look at her. Her long, brown waves had mud in them, She had a large cut across her right cheek and stitched-up cuts around her wrists. Dean picked up her arm to examine it.

"Holy shit." He said.

"Yeah, using crutches is gonna be agony with those cuts."

"Crutches?" Dean exclaimed in horror. Lorelai sighed.

"Yeah, It broke my legs. That hurt like hell. It grabbed it and kind of twisted it. I actually heard it brake."

"That son of a bitch..." Dean muttered.

"On the plus side, we can go home soon. They just need to plaster up my leg."

"How long will you be in it for?"

"Around 6 weeks."

"Son of a bitch." The nurse came in to wheel Lorelai of to get her leg put in a cast and looked at Dean, confused as to why he was here. Ellen answered for him.

"He's my son."

"Okay, he can stay." She replied and wheeled Lorelai out the door.

"I'll be back in 10!" Lorelai shouted to them. They both smiled.

"So, how did you find her?" Dean asked Ellen.

"I was just searching the forest for the Wendigo's base. When I walked past them, I didn't realize. Lorelai had hidden them in a shrub. She tripped me and aimed her gun when she realized it was me. She broke down after that. The boy she had freed, Travis, he was unconscious. I got him out of it and carried Lorelai back to the car and back to Bobby's, dropping the boy off on the way."

"Wendigos are a pain in the ass to kill alone."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I tried to take Jo along but she was all wrapped up in a poltergeist problem."

"Ellen, thank you for finding her."

"You are welcome. You know how much I worry about you kids."

"Ellen, I, er, I was just wondering, why do you worry about us so much?"

"Well, I've known you since you were tiny. All three of you. I was close with your dad and Lorelai's mother. I don't know, you're father was like a brother, and as far as I'm concerned, to me you're family." Dean smiled.

"Thanks Ellen."

"Yeah, well, you'd better appreciate it. Worrying about you lot pushes my sanity to the edge." Dean smiled at her. Ellen pulled him into a hug and Dean basked in her motherly scent. Things like this always made him wish his real mother was alive, but until then, Ellen was a good substitute.

Lorelai was wheeled back in with a grinning nurse behind.

"Your daughter's a delight to be around." She said to Ellen and walked out chuckling. Dean looked at Lorelai suspiciously.

"What have you done now?" He asked her. Lorelai winked at him.

"We can go now." She said and picked up her crutches. "Let's go. I hate hospitals." She hopped out of the room. Ellen and Dean exchanged looks and followed pursuit.

Lorelai hopped into Bobby's study.

"Hey, cripple-buddy." She said brightly. Bobby grunted at her.

"At least yours will heal." He said.

"Yeah, sorry Bobby."

"I see you've got your wrists stitched up."

"Yep. Now I'm really sick of needles."

"I bet. It's natural human instinct to be afraid of things that can pierce your skin."

"Yeah, Anyway, I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Night Lorelai. And I'm sorry I couldn't get up and save your ass myself."

"Don't be silly, Bobby. That's not your fault." Lorelai smiled at him kindly and hopped off. She got to the stairs and looked at the challenge ahead. She held her crutches in one hand and struggled up the stairs, pulling herself up by the banister. She'd got up to the 6th step when suddenly she was swept off her feet and was being carried to her bedroom.

"I was doing fine." She complained.

"Yeah, well, it was torture seeing you go that slowing up the stairs." Dean replied, smirking at her as she pulled herself under the bed sheets.

"Good night, Dean." She said, slightly irritated and she closed her eyes.

"Night, Lori." Dean got up to leave.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" Lorelai moved onto her side and put her arm under her pillow.

"Don't disappear in the middle of the night."

"I wont." He promised, and shut the door. Lorelai was exhausted, and hating the way her leg felt in the cast, she let all cares in the world go and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.