A/N Oops, almost forgot to post today, what with the turmoil happening in the grand US of A. Honestly, I'm so done with politics. So, to forget about all that, get reading!

Sam fell to the floor in a jumble, ankle flaring up in pain, his long limbs tangling and aggravating his various agonies.

When the pain became bearable, Sam managed to straighten out enough to untie his ankles and rub feeling back into his arms and legs. His ankle looked swollen, probably sprained, but definitely not broken. He picked himself off the floor, keeping the weight off of his ankle, and felt in his pockets for his penknife. Luckily, though wendigos retained their human intelligence, not all humans are intelligent. The one this wendigo was created from must not have done much thinking, because Sam still had his knife in his pocket.

After he gathered his strength, Sam limped over to the other still forms and made quick work of their bonds. He tried to shake them awake, with varying degrees of success. There were twelve prisoners of the wendigo, not including Sam, and only five of them woke up with Sam's prodding. Three of the ones that hadn't woken up had what looked like bite marks on their shoulders and arms and there was definitely plenty of blood on their clothing and staining the ground. The other four were already dead, limbs torn off and blood drained until the body was dry. Sam left those alone. The five conscious people looked faintly nauseous at the dead bodies, but they were still enough in shock from being captured themselves that no one had a full blown panic attack. Sam looked over his companions. There were three women and five men left alive, and of those, two of the women and three of the men were awake. Not much to work with, Sam thought, but I can make this work.

He cleared his throat to get their attention. When he had it, he said, "My name is Sam. Can you tell me your names?"

Five pairs of slightly glazed eyes stared at him for a moment, until one woman broke the silence. "Maddy. My name is Madeline Sherman."

Sam nodded. She was the most recent disappearance. He looked over at the other four and they seemed to shake off the haziness in their heads.

"Jeff McKay."

"David Hassen"

"Jenny Green."

"Alexander Kelsey, but my friends call me Alex."

Sam nodded after each name, remembering them from the disappearances listed in the newspapers. "Ok, now, does anyone know how to get out of here?" Sam asked as he looked around, taking in the multiple tunnels leading off. Everyone shook their heads. "Okay, then. Let's start heading down this way and I will mark the walls. Can you carry the unconscious ones?" Sam directed the question to Maddy, David and Alex, who seemed to be in better shape than the other two. They nodded and picked up the unconscious people over their shoulders and followed a limping Sam down the tunnel.

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In the town of Milford, Iowa

Bobby was tired. He had been walking all day, talking with everyone who might know something about the disappearances, but he didn't learn much that he didn't already know. The only good thing he got out of the day was that he had a general idea of where he might find the cave where the wendigo could be hiding. Apparently, there was a lake nearby, and one side of the lake led into some bluffs that had many twisting tunnels and caves. Wendigos usually sought out caves to keep their victims fresh, and these were the closest ones. After talking to one last person, Bobby headed back to the motel to get Dean and tell him the new information.

A/N Alrighty then, this is getting interesting! Sam to the rescue! And Bobby's getting some where. Maybe next chapter, Dean will get to be the protective older brother we know and love. Review, Fave, Follow, and PM! Give me some feedback! Or just say hi!