The birds were chirping happily at what was a warm sunny day in the makings. Squirrels and other small critters were waking up to warm their whiskers in the warming dusk sun. The sky was clear making the rising sun clearly show off its colors. Maroons, yellows, oranges, purples, and blues all combined near the horizon.

And yet, somehow, Spencer Winchester managed to hate it. It wasn't so the scenery that he hated, it was the fact that he had to wake up earlier than on a work day and that sucked. After talking with Dean the night before, he found it impossible to find sleep. More than half the night he was lying awake tossing and turning unable to quite the storm that was his thoughts. The fact that the couch turned makeshift bed was even more rock hard and lumpy than it looked didn't help either.

The shadows under his eyes had tripled in darkness due to the lack of sleep and stress. He had been the first to get settled in to the Impala. Settling into the backseat he had lent his head back and shut his eyes. Sam was the next, taking the front passenger.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Spencer startled at the sound of his voice, "Yeah. Just tired and for once the coffee isn't helping."

That was when Dean joined the two saying, "Should take us about twenty minutes to get to the trail head.

And indeed it did; twenty minutes later and they found Hailey, Ben and what must have been their guide suiting up for the hike that was to come.

Despite just having a disagreement with the older man next to her, she couldn't help the small smile at seeing the back muscle car pulling up.

Without missing a beat, all three Winchesters were out of the car.

"Got room for three more?" Dean asked.

"You want to come with us?" she asked with disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Who are they?" the man asked.

"Well at least the two of them are rangers," she answered him watching as Sam went to the trunk and took out a duffel.

"The three of us are, yes. I'm Spencer, we haven't met yet," Spencer introduced himself.

"And you're hiking in biker boots?" Roy asked disapprovingly.

Dean shrugged and headed started off towards the woods.

"This is no joke, son," he said.

"We know how dangerous things can get," Sam said walking past them to join Dean.

Roy sighed but went to catch up with them. If he was going to be paid for being a guide, well then, damn it that was what he was going to do.

Ben glanced at Hailey then Spencer. He motioned for them to go so he could bring up the rear and keep an eye on them.

It started of slow while they each got adjusted to the changing terrain. Eventually, they began to pick up the pace moving deeper into the woods. The day was warming just like they predicted it would.

"You hunt, Roy?" Dean asked from behind the older hiker.

"Deer mostly," he answered. He still wasn't thrilled that he was now responsible for three others.

"Ever get hunted back?"

He didn't answer as they continued on. A few feet later, he was grabbing Dean's jacket sleeve, holding him back. Dean looked at him confused when he bent down and grabbed a long stick off the ground. By now, the others had stopped to and were watching. Roy gabbed the stick into the leaves and the was a loud snap as the wood was broken clean in two and the metal claws of a bear trap slammed shut.

Without another word, Roy continued on muttering under his breath, "Watch your step… ranger."

Dean was startled by what happened and how quickly the others were starting to move again. It gave Hailey the chance to catch up to where Dean had been before he regained motion.

"So you're rangers, huh?" She scoffed.

"Well…"

"Who the hell are you really?" She stopped walking. "You only brought one duffel for the three of you and you didn't pack any provisions."

Stopping too, he glanced at Sam who was behind her then Spencer who was a bit further down, still behind Ben. "Spencer and Sam are my brothers. We're trying to find our dad. We don't know where he is. He may or may not be out here like your brother."

She looked him over with scrutinizing eyes, "Then why lie?"

"Doesn't matter. I'm telling the truth now." She looked like she didn't want to trust him. "Are we okay?"

She was silent for a moment while she thought it over. Finally, she nodded, "We're okay. For now."

"Hey, just so you know, I did pack provisions." He pulled a yellow bag of peanut M&M's out from his pocket making her laugh just a little as he walked away. It was the first time in the past few days she had laughed.

There was silent between the group again. The only noises were their footsteps and the occasional animal.

It was at least two hours later that Roy had turned and stopped. "This is Black Water Ridge," he announced.

"What's the coordinates?" Sam asked coming to a stop next to him.

Roy pulled out a GPS. "Thirty-five and minus one-eleven."

For the first time Spencer was actually part of the group. He turned to Dean, "Do you hear that?"

"Not even a cricket."

It was another fifteen minutes of stepping over fallen logs and dead leaves before Roy called out from a short ways away, "Hailey, over here!"

Spencer, Dean, Hailey, Ben and Sam all took off from where they heard his voice. They broke into a small clearing.

"Oh, my god," she gasped.

"It looks like it was a grizzly," Roy said.

The campsite that was set up had been torn to shreds. Claw marks had destroyed the silver and red tent. There was splatters of blood on the water proof surface. Things were scattered around. Water bottles were seen feet away, blankets that were packed were shredded and skewed around all over the place. And after a further look, the back packs that should have been there were nowhere to be seen.

"Tommy!" she yelled. "Tommy!"

"Shh," Sam hissed following her.

"What? Why?" she demanded.

"It could still be out there," he answered.

"Sam," Dean called from where he was standing next to Spencer.

"They were dragged away," Spencer said. "But here, they just stop."

"That's… weird." He murmured.

"It's no skin walker, or black dog. That's for sure," Dean said before walking back to the debris covered campsite.

Hailey was crouching down near the shredded tent. As Dean walked closer, he noticed the silver satellite phone in her hands. There were tears in her eyes.

"I know it looks bad, but there's still hope." Her eyes searched his and she was going to say something but she was cut off by screams of 'help!'

In seconds they were jumping into action, Roy leading the way. They kept running until the yells stopped. They slowed to try and hear something, anything. But there was nothing.

"It came, from this way," Ben said.

The realization hit him with the force of a truck. "Get back," Sam yelled. "We have to get back to the camp, now!"

They ran albeit a slower run than before to the site.

"What the hell?" Roy asked rhetorically.

"Where's our packs?" Hailey pointed out.

"It's smart," Sam mused. "It wants to cut us off."

"You mean someone," Roy corrected. "Some wack job trying to be funny."

"I wish he were, Roy, I wish he were," Dean said.

"Come here," Spencer said to Sam and Dean. "We need to talk."

They walked out of earshot but to a place where they could still keep a watchful eye out. "Let me see dad's journal," he said extending his hand. "There has to be something in there."

He flipped page after page trying to find something. "Wait," Sam said. "Go back a page."

"Wendigo?" Dean asked.

"They're in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan," Spencer recited.

"We've never come across on this far west," Dean said.

"That doesn't mean it can't," Sam said. "I mean, think about it. The claw marks, it can mimic a human's voice."

"Great," Spencer voiced.

"Well, guns are useless." Dean groaned.

"We have to get them out of here," Sam said pushing past them.

When he was back in the clearing, he said loudly, "We have to leave. Things just got way more dangerous."

Ben and Hailey's heads snapped to look at him.

"Whatever it is, I can handle it, kid." Roy said with confidence.

"I'm not worried about me."

"I've been hunting out this way while you were still in diapers. I can handle it."

"It will hunt you down and kill you, unless you get your stupid ass out of here!" Sam nearly shouted.

"Sam," Spencer warns him.

"What are you smokin' boy?"

"The thing is the closest thing to a perfect hunter I've ever seen."

"Sam," he tried again a little louder at the same time Roy says, "You just aren't going to give up on this are you?"

"Alright! Everyone just chill out." Dean said over the others.

"Look, if there's even the slightest possibility that Tommy is alive out there, I'm not leaving," Hailey said.

There was a long pause then Spencer said, "Fine, but at least let Sam take Ben back."

"What?" They both demanded looking at him.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Sam said stubbornly.

"And I'm not leaving Hailey."

"Ben," she tried to reason with him.

"No, I'm staying," he insisted.

"I have to agree with Spence on this one," Dean said. "You two should head back."

"Dean, you know that's not going to happen," Sam said.

Letting out a half growl, half moan and knowing he would regret it, Dean said," It's getting late. There's no way in Hell we could take it on in the dark, we'll have a hard enough time in the daylight," he looked around. "We need to settle in for the night and protect ourselves."

A/N: Hi everyone. Well, it was a bit longer just not quite as much action as I thought there was going to be. The last part of Wendigo will be posted tomorrow. Sorry if it seems like it's being dragged on forever… And Wow, it's been a week with daily updates, I'll try my best to keep that up. Thanks everyone for the reviews, reading it in general, favoring this, and adding it to your alerts!