Here we got the first chapter of 'Wendigo'. It also introduces the psychicness that George starts to develop.

Chapter 4: Seeing Things

Three Weeks Ago

George was sleeping, like any normal person should. She was having her normal dream of hot dudes in over-sexualized cat costumes, then it was interrupted. A shooting pain went to her head as a boy with shaggy black hair was walking into a room. The strange thing was, she didn't know this boy, or even what or where the room was.

"Janet?" He asked, turning on the light. Who the hell is Janet? Her intellectual thought process was interrupted by a man standing in the room. He held up a hand, slamming the boy against the wall, "What the hell?"

"Close," the man said. The boy screamed as he slid up the wall finally stopping at the ceiling, the man shushed him and the boy's stomach starting bleeding, causing him to stop. The man disappeared. That's the thing... George thought, feeling fury, that killed my mom.

A young blonde woman, wearing a ring walked in, "Greg?" she paused at the door frame, "You home?" She walked in. She screamed as she saw her fiancé pinned to the wall. George gasped awake just as the ceiling above Tom burst into flames. She saw Dean sleeping across on the other bed. The clock read 3:00.

"What the hell?"

Now

Sam visited Jessica's grave wearing a suit and tie and carried a bouquet of various flowers excluding roses. The cemetery where Jess had been buried was completely deserted. Sam sighed and stopped next to Jessica's gravestone that read: 'Jessica Lee Moore, Beloved Daughter, January 24th 1984 - November 2nd 2005'. There was a small picture of a grinning Jess set into the stone above her name, a black-and-white picture of her was leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix that was leaning on the picture, a small American flag next to the box, and three candles that stood on the gravestone; one was of the Virgin de Guadalupe. Sam looked between the gravestone and the flowers, "I, uh..." Sam laughed, "You always said Roses were, were lame, so I brought you, uh..." Sam looked at the picture set into the gravestone, then looked away, choking back tears. He stepped closer to the gravestone, "Jess...oh God..." Sam kneeled to set down the flowers, "I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth," Sam leaned the flowers in front of the crucifix. An arm covered in dirt shot out of the ground and grabbed Sam by the wrist.

Sam jerked awake. He was riding shotgun next to Dean, with George in the back. Foreigner's "Hot-Blooded" was playing. Sam blinked and rubs his eyes. Dean looked over, concerned, "You okay?"

Sam glanced over and away, "Yeah, I'm fine." Pretending your fine when your not seems to be a Winchester trait. Sam had been having nightmares ever since Jess died. Since he's a Winchester, he pretends that it's all OK. This annoyed George to no end. Of course, she wasn't a good example of someone who talks about her feelings. It's okay when she does it, but when anyone else does it, it's bad.

Dean nodded, "Another nightmare?" Sam cleared his throat, "You wanna drive for a while?"

Sam laughed, "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that."

"Just thought you might want to. Never mind."

"Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." Ha! George knew that watching your girlfriend die the same way your mom did 22 years ago did not seem like it would warrant an 'OK'. The longest George had ever had a girlfriend/boyfriend was six months before they decided to end it and she would definitely not be okay if she died that way.

"Mm-hm."

Sam grabbed a map, "All right, where are we?"

"We are just outside of Grand Junction," Dean informed him.

"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon."

"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-"

"We gotta find Dad first," Sam finished.

"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence."

"If anyone knows what to do," George said, "Your dad will."

"It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge..." he trailed off.

"What about it?"

"There's nothing there. It's just woods," Sam put down the map, "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?"

"Well if it was straightforward," George sighed, "It wouldn't be your dad."

About an hour later, they had driven to a small hiking information center. Blackwater Ridge seemed to be a wildlife preserve where people could camp and do other outdoorsy things.

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote," Sam said, looking at a 3D map of the national forest. Dean and George were more impressed with the decorations.

"It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place."

"Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear," Dean said. They were looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear.

George laughed, "Would hate to have that show up in my tent."

Sam looked over and stood next to Dean "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure."

A forest ranger walked up behind them when he speaks, "You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" The three whipped around, startled

"Oh, no, sir, we're uh, we're-" George stuttered.

"environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam lied.

Sam laughed a little. Dean grinned and raises a fist, "Recycle, man."

"Bull."

Sam's eyes flicked to Dean, then to George, neither of them moving.

"You're friends with that Haley girl, right?"

"Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger-" Dean checked the ranger's nametag, "Wilkinson."

"Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Dean shook his head, "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."

"We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?"

"That is putting it mildly," Wilkinson told them.

"Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date," Wilkinson eyed Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows.

The three of them left the ranger station. Dean was laughing as he held the backcountry permit Wilkinson gave him.

"What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?"

Dean stopped on one side of the Impala and Sam and George stopped on the other side, "I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?"

"That's a good point," George pointed at Dean.

There was a moment of silence, "What?"

"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?" Dean was obviously worried about Sam. Ever since Jess's death he'd been acting different. Less like the relatively normal Sammy Winchester and more like, well, his dad.

"Since now," Sam turned away and opened the car door.

"Really?" Dean went around the car.

The trio drove over the the Collin's house. When the door opened, it revealed a young woman with long, wavy brown hair in early her twenties, who George assumed to be Haley Collins.

"You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam and George, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.?

HALEY hesitated, "Lemme see some ID."

Dean pulled out his fake ID with the name 'Samuel Cole' and held it up against the screen. Haley looked at it, then at Dean, who smiled. HALEY opened the door, "Come on in."

"Thanks."

The door swung open. Haley looked at the Impala, "That yours?"

"Yeah," Dean replied.

"Nice car," Haley complimented.

Haley turned to lead the trio into the kitchen, where a young man who George assumed to be Haley's brother was sitting at the table on a laptop. Dean turned his head and mouthed, 'Who, Me?' to Sam and George, Sam rolled his eyes while George held back a snicker.

When they got into the kitchen, Sam immediately started asking questions, "So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?"

Haley came back into the room with a bowl she placed on the table, "He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos-we haven't heard anything in over three days now."

"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," Sam supplied.

"He's got a satellite phone, too," Haley replied.

"Maybe his phone died," George said.

"No, his phone can last for days without needing to be recharged."

"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?"

"He wouldn't do that," Ben told them.

Dean eyed Ben. Ben looked away. Haley put more food on the table, "Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other."

"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

Haley took out a laptop and pulled up pictures, "That's Tommy."

Haley clicked twice and another picture came up, then the still frame opening the latest video, "Hey Haley," Video Tom spoke, "day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow."

George spotted a shadow flicking past. She shared a glance with Sam who seemed to notice it as well, "Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing."

"Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself."

"I think I know how you feel."

"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" Sam asked.

"Sure."

A couple hours later, the trio went to a bar. A waitress walked past as they sat down, "So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found," Sam opened his dad's journal.

"Any before that?" Dean asked.

Sam pulled out newspaper articles, "Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the Same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack."

George read the headline in The Lost Creek Gazette.

GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!

'UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA

HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'

Sam pulled out his laptop, "And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936," Sam opened the laptop, which already had a window open to Tommy Collin's video, "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out," Sam pulled up the video and goes through three frames of the video one at a time. A shadow crossed the screen.

"Do it again," Dean said.

Sam repeated the frames, "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move."

Dean hit Sam. Sam looked up, "Told you something weird was going on."

George elbowed Dean, "This is not the time for I-told-you-sos." Under her breath, she whispered, "I-told-you-so."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah."

Sam closed the laptop, "I got one more thing," Sam handed over one copy of another newspaper article to Dean, and another copy to George, "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive."

George looked at The Lost Creek Gazette, "We got a name?"

Okay, you might be wondering about the whole 'Janet/Greg' thing. It's mainly because of the fact that Ava stated there were a lot more Special Kids and I couldn't do anything with the ones we knew. Also George didn't say anything about it because she didn't get an address, so even if she thought it was real, she wouldn't have been able to act on it.