Disclaimer-I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

I'm on a roll! Chapter seventeen is up!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed!

I have a thing for putting up Dean PoV's. ;)

They're just so easy to write!

Chapter name borrowed from…..the band 'Cannibal Corpse'.

On with it, shall we?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- CANNIBAL CORPSE

Why did she have to be so damn nice?

Yeah, yeah, real meaningful thoughts before hunting down a rabid, sadistic monster.

So sue me.

The 'she' in question was Odette, of course.

We'd got saddled with a teenage kid.

A frigging teenage girl.

Did I mention she was fourteen?

True, kid was supposed to be the biggest demon-magnet around, according to Pretty Boy. The end result?

One more person along for the ride.

Whoop-de-do.

We'd gained some headway with the mystery monster, at least.

Mr. Shaw'd given us a pretty detailed description.

Which we wouldn't have gotten if not for Odette and her research.

Since when was she allowed to research, anyway?

I thought that was College Boy's job.

So, there we were, marching into the woods, (Sam was sorta slouching along, really) with a rookie.

A girl rookie.

Hallay-flaming-looyah.

At least she wasn't fussy about clothes.

Plain black tank top, khaki shorts and brown hiking boots.

Didn't really make much of a difference. She would have looked drop-dead (excuse the pun) gorgeous in a dishrag.

Sam didn't seem to mind her. Hell, he even liked her.

I fully intended to ignore Odette.

But Odette wasn't making it easy

Dragging kids along on hunts.

Suicide mission.

It was at this point that we ran into the Hailey chick (she was kinda cute) her brother and a Ranger in khaki tighty-whities (shorts, for those of you who don't know).

This day just got better and better.

"What're you doing here?" she demanded.

"Same thing you are. Hunting the bear."

She eyed me suspiciously.

"You have no supplies, and you're going to hike in Biker boots and jeans."

Her tone was stiff with disapproval.

I looked at her incredulously.

"Sweetheart, I don't do shorts."

"Roy's already taking us," she fired back.

"We just want to help," I held up my hands.

She scowled and stalked away.

Charming.

Mr. Tighty-Whitey (or was it Tighty-Khaki?) glared at us and walked on ahead.

Sam was giving me the time-old pissy face.

"What? Do we have to babysit, now, too, Dean?"

I sighed. "If we don't, they could get killed out there, Sammy."

He grunted and trudged up the path.

Odette scurried after him, giving me a nervous look.

The kid was guilt-tripping me! Me!

What's worse, it actually worked.

..

Tramping through the underbrush was boring.

Odette had latched onto Sam's side.

Never knew College Boy was good with kids.

So there I was, walking along, until Roy pushed me back.

"Wh-"

He tugged at the ground, and a bear trap shot up.

"It's a bear trap. You might want to watch your steppin', Ranger."

Ouch.

Ten minutes later, Hailey got in on my face again. (Not that I minded)

."What is your deal?" she poked a finger at me.

I glared at her and decided to end the rigmarole.

"All right, we're not Rangers. Whatever's hunting these people is not normal, and I think you know it. We just want to stop it, so let us do our work, lady."

"Fine."

She moved away.

Finally!

We resumed trudging along the path, until we caught sight of a tent.

A ripped-up, bloody, monster-attacked-it tent.

Hailey looked as if she were about to collapse.

Over my shoulder, I could see Odette's face turn green.

Greenhorns. Delicate, the lot of them.

This was just peachy.

Now we had to explain everything.

Damn it.

~Supernatural~

I flipped through Dad's journal, and finally found what I was looking for.

I beckoned Sam over, scowling when he pulled Odette along.

"I think I know what our monster is. Look."

I tapped the page. "It's a wendigo."

Odette blanched. "You mean the cannibals?"

I narrowed my eyes. "How did you know that?"

"Um….I read about it. Some Native American site."

I huffed.

What a geek.

"Yeah, well, they used to be human once. At one point, they were forced to eat human flesh to survive, and it turned 'em into super-fast, super-strong sons of bitches."

"You have to burn it, not shoot."

Sam nodded, glowering at the camp-fire.

He always had been a drama queen.

I clapped him on the shoulder and started drawing the Anasazi symbols around the site.

Tricky little things, them.

"You stay inside the circle," I told the boy and Hailey. "It'll keep you safe."

"Yeah, stay inside the magic circle, huh?"

Mr. Tightey-Whitey got in on the act.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy."

It was then that we heard it.

"HELP!"

"HELP!"

Odette jumped up at once, but I pushed her back in the center of the circle.

The voice was scratchy, sorta like a chainsaw.

A rusty, unused chainsaw.

Smart monster.

It was trying to lure us out.

I told the others so, but the idiot, Roy, wouldn't listen, and marched off to help the supposed 'person'.

That was the last time I saw him. Alive, anyway.

~Supernatural~

Next morning, we hiked through the woods, when Roy's body crashed on top of Hailey. (Gross, much?)

She shrieked like a freaking howler monkey, then something flashed by the tree.

An evil something.

Which promptly clocked me one in the head.

Everything went black.

~Supernatural~

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Two voices were calling my name.

I woke up to being cut off from a rope, with a killer headache.

Great. Just great.

"You all right?" Sam asked me.

"Fine." I grunted back.

Some-one moaned behind me.

A blood-spattered kid was on the floor, Hailey and Ben swarming around him like ants.

Tommy, I supposed.

"Get them out of here," I jerked my head at Sam.

"I'll try and bait it out."

Odette was peering anxiously at me (why did her eyes have to be so big, anyway?)

Sam opened his mouth to object, but I glared at him, tossing a flare gun his way.

He led the others off, while I shouted in the tunnel.

""Come on out, you son of a bitch!"

"You want some white meat, big boy? Come and get it!"

I distinctly heard something moving behind me, and I high-tailed it out onto the trail.

But then it changed course.

There was no sign of the wendigo anywhere.

Not a sound.

I heard a gun-shot a little way off, and I cursed.

Of course it had gone for Sam.

I ran down the tunnel at breakneck speed in the direction of the growling.

It grew louder and louder, until I was confronted with the wendigo's ugly back.

Not a pretty sight, to put it mildly.

I shot it straight between the shoulder-blades. It sunk to its knees, (do wendigos even have knees)?

About time the thing died already.