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Chapter 2:
Wendigo: Part 2

The next morning found Addie asleep in the back of the Impala as she, Sam and Dean drove out to the forrest to take the hike down to Blackwater Ridge with Haley and her brother. Dean glanced briefly in the rear view mirror at his sister as he pulled the Impala into park when he saw Haley and Ben, and a man they didn't know.

"You wake her."

Sam twisted around in his seat and looked at Addie, then turned to look at Dean.

"Hell no. You know what she's like. She broke your wrist once, remember?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yes, but I was back in her good graces the next day, thanks to painkillers."

"Let's just face facts - whoever wakes her is screwed." Dean sighed and reached for the door handle of the driver's side door.

"Sammy c'mon. We don't have time for this." he was out of the car in a flash, leaving Sam to wake Addie.

Dean walked over to Haley, Ben and the man he assumed was their guide. Haley eyed him skeptically.

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked.

"Wait you guys want to come with us?" asked Haley.

"Who are these guys?" the guide wanted to know.

"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue," said Haley with a sigh.

At that moment, Sam let out a strangled yell, and Dean turned just in time to see his brother stumble away from the Impala, clutching his face. Blood seeped between his fingers and trickled down the back of his hand. He glared at Dean and moved to the back of the car before opening the trunk. A moment later, Addie crawled out of the back seat and stretched her arms before heading over to the others.

"What's up?" she said groggily. "What?" she became annoyed at the look Dean gave her. "I didn't break anything or he'd be in a hell of a lot more pain. Deserves a bloody nose for waking me up the way he did."

"And how did he do that, Add?" asked Dean, amused. "He make moose calls in your ear?"

"Fuck you." Sam said thickly as he approached, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a wad of paper napkins shoved against his nostrils. "I just shook her a little."

"More like a lot." Addie retorted. "I think you shook a part of my brain loose."

"You'll live." Sam said exasperatedly.

"You guys are rangers?" said the guide, eyeing them suspiciously.

Dean nodded.

"That's right."

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley asked incredulously.

Dean grinned.

"Well sweetheart I don't do shorts," he replied.

"It's true." Addie smirked. "Guy's got chicken thin legs." Dean threw her a dirty look and gave her the middle finger. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find Tommy."

"Daaaaaaaaaaadd."

"Don't 'Dad' me, Addison. This is important."

Addie glared at her father and adjusted her grip on the gun. "We go over this every week - I've been able to shoot for almost a year. I'm better than Dean is."

John rolled his eyes. "Look we still have to make sure you stay on top of your game." he told the nine-year-old. "Now do it again."

Addie sighed and aimed the gun at the makeshift target (an old pop can) again. When she fired, the bullet hit the can straight on.

The group had been hiking for a while when Dean spoke to the guide, whose name they'd learned was Roy.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting."

"More than a little," Roy responded.

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded. "What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck...sometimes bear." Roy shrugged at Dean as he walked past.

Dean glanced back at his siblings and then at Roy again. "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?"

Addie let out a yell as Roy suddenly grabbed her brother, but Sam held her back. Roy was pointing at something on the ground.

"You should watch where you're stepping, ranger." he said coolly before walking off.

Dean glanced at Haley, who glared back at him before ushering Ben forward. She hung back, which confused Addie at first, but then she realized that Haley had probably figured out that their story was fake. She and Dean spoke for a moment and she looked back at Sam and Addie. Then she walked off.

Dean looked over at Addie and grinned as he pulled some peanut M&Ms out of the bag in his hand and ate them.

"Those are my favorite," she whined as she and Sam walked over to him, making a swipe for the bag. Dean held it out of her reach and he and Sam laughed when she actually jumped to try and grab at it. "What'd you tell her?"

He shrugged. "The truth? That we're really siblings looking for our dad."

Sam nodded, and after a few seconds of considering his answer, Addie made another grab for the M&Ms. "Damn it, Dean!" she cried. "Let me have some!"

Dean just laughed and moved the large bag again so she couldn't grab it.

"Guys, we should get moving," Roy called, and Addie sighed as Dean walked off.

"Remind me to punch him later." she muttered.

Sam snorted.

"Sure."

It was about another half an hour before they reached a clearing in the forrest and stopped. Addie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she looked around at the trees and realized that the area was completely silent.

"This is is." Roy told the others, "Blackwater Ridge."

Addie frowned.

"What coordinates are we at?" she asked.

Roy glanced at his GPS. "Thirty-five and minus one-eleven."

Someone nudged her shoulder and when she turned, she saw Dean standing next to her, and Sam next to him.

"You hear that?" he muttered.

"Yeah," Sam whispered. "Not even crickets."

Roy shouldered his rifle and pocketed his GPS. "I'm gonna take a look around." he said.

Sam shook his head. "You shouldn't go off by yourself."

Roy rolled his eyes.

"That's sweet. Don't worry about me."

Addie groaned exasperatedly before grabbing the duffel bag from Sam.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked indignantly.

"What's it look like?" she snapped as she pulled out a gun. "If it's a skinwalker or a black dog, I'm gonna make sure Roy doesn't get himself killed." she shoved the duffel back at Sam and then tucked the gun into the back of her jeans. "Alright, everyone stays together," she said loudly, sparing a glance at Haley and Ben. "Let's go."

It wasn't long before Roy yelled out for Haley and the group ran to find him in the middle of a campsite that had been totally destroyed. Addie tried to ignore the blood on the tents...it wasn't going to help to jump to conclusions about whether the campers were still alive.

She wasn't even certain this could have been Tommy's campsite...but then she saw Haley walk over and pick something up. She turned it over in her hand and began crying.

Tommy had been here.

"Looks like a grizzly," Roy said.

Addie's hand inched for the gun hidden under the dark gray jacket she was wearing. A grizzly wouldn't do this much damage.

"Easy." said a voice softly behind her. It was Sam. "Add leave it alone until we find something to actually shoot. 'Kay?"

She glared at him. "I haven't forgotten how to use one, you know." she whispered.

"I never said you did," he said patiently. "Just relax alright?"

She nodded after a moment of stubborn silence.

"Fine."

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"Bite me Dean."

"No thanks. I wouldn't want to get girl diseases or anything."

"You know cooties don't exist right?"

"Screw you." Addie slung her small purse over her shoulder and made sure her small handgun was tucked in the back of her jeans, hidden by the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing.

The six year old scowled. "You can't just stick me with babysitting duty. Dad told both of us to watch Sam."

"No, he told you to watch both of us." Dean shot back.

Addie glared at him. "I'm going to get a soda you idiot. I'll be back in like ten minutes."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Help! Help!"

Addie ran after the others at the sound of the shouts. It had come from nowhere, and she knew that Haley probably hoped it was Tommy, but she wasn't so sure.

"Help!" the voice shouted again. "Somebody!"

Nothing. Addie looked at her brothers. Something was certainly not right. Something caught her eye on a nearby tree: claw marks and they were bloody.

"Everyone back to camp," Dean called.

When they reached the campsite again, they found their packs missing.

"Son of a bitch!" cried Addie. She stalked over to Dean. "Alright, let me see the damn journal." Dean stared at her with surprise."What? I may have been out of the game for a decade but I haven't forgotten a lot. Give it to me."

He wordlessly passed her the journal and she walked off, flipping frantically through the pages. She was sure she'd seen something like this before...one of her first hunts that John had taken her on...

Ah. She traced the word 'Wendigo' with her finger, skimming the description her father had written down.

"Crap." she muttered.

"Addie?" Sam asked quietly. He'd walked up behind her, Dean not far behind him. "What's up?" she showed him the pages in John's journal. "A wendigo? You sure?"

"Positive." she responded.

Dean looked skeptical. "Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean." she replied, trying to keep her voice low so the others didn't hear. "The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice."

Dean sighed exasperatedly.

"Great." he said, resigned. "Well this is useless." he pulled out a small pistol he'd kept on him. Addie felt a small disappointment at that, realizing that her gun was also useless.

They stood in silence for a moment.

"We gotta get these people to safety," Sam said finally. He turned to Roy, Haley and Ben. "Alright, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated."

Haley stared at him in surprise. "What?"

Roy regarded him for a moment and tightened his grip on his rifle. "Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it."

"It's not me I'm worried about." Sam said. "If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now."

Roy walked over to him, clearly agitated. "One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders!"

Dean quickly pushed Sam away before he could say anything else.

"Relax." he told Roy seriously.

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? I'm trying to protect you."

Roy scoffed. "Maybe you should think about protecting your sister, idiot."

Sam stared at him in confusion.

"Our sister's right..." he turned around to look at Dean, who looked behind him. Addie was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it."

Addie made her way silently down through the trees, She hadn't wanted to leave the safety of the group, but she noticed when they left the campsite that more of the claw marks were on other trees.

It could be a possible lead to where ever the wendigo was holed up with Tommy.

She hadn't said anything to Sam and Dean because she knew they would have stopped her. She was the oldest, for crying out loud...and it was like she'd told them - she still remembered how to hunt.

"Tommy?" she called, placing one hand over a bloody claw mark slashed into the bark of one tree. "Tommy I'm here to help you. Hang on alright?"

She walked for a few hundred more feet when she heard rustling, accompanied by a roar.

"Fucking hell." she muttered and took off at a run.

She could hear the thing behind her, but she didn't stop until it was literally right in front of her. When it lunged and made a grab for her, she ducked. It lunged again and it's clawed hand slashed at her leg. White hot pain shot through her body as she looked down and saw the blood flowing from the wound.

Just as she was about to look back up, something hit her hard over the head, knocking her to the ground. Her vision blurred and then she lost consciousness.

"Dean get Sam and get back to the motel room now!" Addie fired a warning shot at the skinwalker advancing toward them.

"You got silver bullets?!" Dean demanded.

Addie swore and frantically checked her pockets for her knife...how could she have forgotten the bullets?!

"No - I left my knife in the motel room. Fuck, Dad's gonna kill me!"

"Take mine!" Dean tossed it to her and she caught it by the handle.

"Thanks," the twelve-year-old told her brother. "Now get outta here!"

Dean hesitated, but at the fierce glare his sister gave him, he grabbed Sam and ran back toward the motel.

Addie turned to face the skinwalker.

"Dean!"

"Haley, wake up!"

"Dean!" pause. "Hey you okay?"

"Yeah."

Addie groaned softly and opened her eyes. Her head ached and her arms felt so sore. It took her a minute to recognize that they were raised above her head, bound at the wrists. She could hear the slight creak of something above her, and hypothesized it was an old wooden beam she was tied to.

"Son of a bitch."

She tilted her head and as her vision gradually sharpened, she saw Ben, Dean, Haley and Sam standing on the floor of some dark cavern. Ben was supporting Haley, and Dean had a bruise across one cheek.

Sam was staring directly at her.

"Dean where's your knife?" he asked abruptly as he crossed the small space over to her. Dean wordlessly tossed it to Sam, who proceeded to slice through the ropes. It wasn't too hard since they felt old and decayed. "You okay, Add?"

She felt a little dizzy as her feet hit the ground once the ropes were gone, but other than her head and her arms, she felt okay.

"I'm fine...what the hell's going -" she was cut off as Haley cried out and shrugged Ben off of her, before taking a few steps forward. "Haley...?"

Then she saw what had distressed the other woman. Another man was tied in the same fashion she had been, although he looked a lot worse than she probably did.

"Tommy," she choked out, and began crying as she approached her brother and touched his side. Addie looked at Haley with sympathy, knowing she'd be devastated if she were to ever lose one of her brothers.

But suddenly, Tommy's head jerked upward and he let out a shaky gasp. Haley quickly rounded on Sam, eyes bright with tears.

"Cut him down!" she cried, to which Sam quickly obliged. It took both Haley and Ben to support Tommy once he was free.

Dean had taken to examining their packs. Addie watched him closely, surprised by the fact that the monster had brought their packs back to its hideout.

"What are you looking for?" she asked. Dean didn't answer. "Dean, damn it -"

He held up a hand to silence her and stood, turning to face the rest of the group. In his hands he held two guns.

"Check it out," he said.

Sam nodded.

"Flare guns. Those'll work." he said.

Addie reached for one of the packs and slung it over her shoulder.

"Alright...let's get out of here."

Dean and Sam both nodded and they began to make their way out of the Wendigo's lair. The more Addie observed about the place, the more she realized what it was - an abandoned mine.

Suddenly loud growling errupted in the tunnel, and they stopped.

"Looks like someone's home for supper," Dean commented dryly.

Addie rolled her eyes.

"We'll never outrun it," Haley said.

Dean glanced back at them, and then at Sam.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

Sam was quiet, but then he nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"You two wanna clue me in?" Addie asked irritably.

Dean ignored her. "Alright, listen to me," he told the Collins siblings. "Stay with Sam and Addie. They're gonna get you out of here."

Haley stared at him.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked.

Dean just winked at her and then took off at a run down the opposite end of the tunnel.

"Chow time, you freaky bastard!" he shouted. "Yeah that's right, bring it on, baby. I taste good!"

Addie looked incredulously at Sam. "Really?"

Sam just chuckled and gestured for them to follow him once Dea had rounded a corner and disappeared.

"Hey you want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!"

Addie hid a smile as she followed the rest of the group back toward the exit. It wasn't long before they heard the growling again, and it was very close to them.

Sam swore and looked at Addie.

"Get them out of here." he said urgently.

"Sam -" she protested.

"Go!" he yelled. "Go! Go!"

Ben tugged insistently at Haley's arm over Tommy's shoulders. Sam and Addie shared a long look before she nodded and began pushing Haley forward.

"Come on guys..Come on!" she cried, pulling out her gun. Of course she knew it wasn't gonna do any harm to the wendigo if it caught them, but at least she wasn't totally without any defense.

As she turned, she heard Sam fire his gun and a roar. The next thing she knew, Sam was shoving her in front of him as they ran down the tunnel.

"Sam!" she and Haley both cried as they reached the end of the tunnel. There was no way out.

"Get behind us," Addie suddenly yelled, pushing past Ben to stand next to her brother.

"Are you insane?!" Sam snapped. "Get behind me!"

"I'm not gonna let you risk your neck alone!" she retorted.

The two looked at the opposite end of the tunnel where a large black shape was approaching them. Sam looked down at his flare gun and then raised it before taking aim at the creature.

Addie pulled her gun out and pointed it at the wendigo's head.

Before they could do anything else, she spotted Dean behind the wendigo, his own flare gun raised.

"Hey!" he yelled. It managed to get the wendigo's attention and when it turned around, Dean fired. Addie had to turn away to shield her eyes as it burst into flames.

"Not bad, huh?" she heard Dean say.

Silence.

"When we get out of here," she said wearily. "Remind me to kick your ass."

"Whatever sis," Dean replied cheerily. "Let's head out."

"You killed it by yourself?"

"Yeah."

"It was threatening Dean and Sam...not to mention other motel guests." Addie stared at the floor, not sure she wanted to look John in the eye. She didn't want to hear praise from him for something she hadn't wanted to do. Sure the fucker deserved to die, but this was not something she wanted to keep doing with her life. "I did what I had to."

John nodded.

"Well...you could've been a bit more discreet, Addison." he said after a while. "Looks like we're done here. You get the boys packed, and we'll leave in the morning."

"Okay."

Addie didn't add that it wasn't her responsibility to pack up Sam's or Dean's things.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?"

"That's when it circled the campsite," Ben replied as Tommy was loaded into the ambulance that was waiting to take off. "I mean, this grizzly must've weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds..."

Addie snorted and leaned into Dean's side as they watched Sam and Ben lie to the officer.

"A grizzly. Really."

Dean shrugged. "Seemed the most plausible thing to come up with. 'S not like we could tell 'em the truth."

"Yeah."

The two stood watching the scene in silence for a while.

"Addie?" Dean said finally.

"What?"

Whatever he'd been about to say was lost as Haley approached them.

"So I don't know how to thank you," she told Dean.

Dean smirked, and Addie groaned. Haley laughed.

"Must you cheapen the moment?" she asked.

"Yeah," Dean said.

"You're an idiot." Addie muttered. Dean ignored her.

Ben walked over to join them and leaned into his sister. A paramedic approached their group and addressed Haley.

"Are you riding with your brother?"

Haley nodded.

"Yeah."

She kissed Dean's cheek.

"I hope you find your father," she said softly before moving to hug Addison. She thanked Sam as she and Ben walked off to the ambulance, and Addie and Dean headed for the Impala with Sam on their heels.

"Man I hate camping," Dean said finally, breaking the heavy silence.

"Me too." Sam agreed.

"Not ever gonna do it again," Addie said firmly.

Dean looked at Sam.

"Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?"

Addie frowned. Apparently she'd missed a lot while being held by the Wendigo.

Sam nodded. "Yeah I know." he grinned and walked over to the driver's side door of the Impala. "But in the mean time? I'm driving."

Dean grinned back at him and tossed him the keys. Addie stared at the two wordlessly, mouth agape.

"What?" Dean asked.

Addie huffed. "Okay that's just wrong. Next town, it's my turn to drive this thing."

Dean scoffed. "In your dreams."

Addie glared at him. "I almost broke Sam's nose, you know. I can break other things...like balls."

Dean glanced warily at Sam, who shrugged. "Your balls, your choice man."

Dean sighed exasperatedly. "Next town. Fine." he said resentfully.

Addie thrust a fist in the air in triumph before climbing into the Impala.

"Yes!" she cried. "and I get to pick the music!"

Dean swore under his breath.

"If she jacks up my stations so help me..." he muttered. "Alright, let's get out of here."

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