Precious Time

by Beckah Godric-Northman

John packed all of their belongings, ushered the boys to the Impala, and began searching. They searched for two whole years, with nothing, no sign of Aria Winchester to be found. John gave up hope, but still deep down, he knew she wasn't dead... Sam and Dean Winchester were working a routine job. What happens when they find someone who bares a scary resemblance to their mother?

3. Case 1 - The Wendigo

Case 1 – The Wendigo

Blackwater Ridge, Lost Creek, Colorado, September 6th 2005

A campsite stood silent and innocent in the dark forest. Two small tents stood in a little clearing surrounded by different types of trees. A growl broke the silence in the serene woods. In one of the tents at the campsite, were two boys about seventeen or eighteen years old one of the boys Brad Makko had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes. The other boy Gary Coleman he had brown hair and darker brown eyes to match. The boys were playing video games.

'Dude you're cheating.' Brad Makko said playing on his Nintendo DS, His best friend Gary sat opposite him in the little tent. They were on a ten-day camping trip in the Colorado woods. It was now day six.

'No, you just suck.' Gary retorted childishly sticking his tongue out. Running a hand through his brown hair, he stared at the game screen in front of him trying to figure a strategy to beat his friend...again.

Back outside the tents, the malicious growling grew louder. In one of the tents sat a boy, a few years older than his companions, he had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. His name was Tommy Collins and he sat recording a message on his cell phone.

'Hey Hailey, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge, we're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, talk to you tomorrow.' Tommy said into the mobile recorder, running a hand through his hair. He smiled in extra reassurance.

In the other tent with the other two boys, Brad suddenly shut the white-coloured Nintendo DS, and tossed it onto his pillow. He stood up, stretching languidly…well as much as you could in a tent.

'Hey! Where ya goin'? It's my moment of victory, dude.' Gary questioned, not looking up from his game, a look of immense concentration on his handsome face.

'Nature calls.' Brad answered, walking to the door of the opened the tent door and stepped outside into the bitter coldness, zipping up the tent behind him. The large tree opposite the tent made a good shelter from any prying eyes as he took care of his business. The trees rustled beside, almost mechanically, just as a menacing but low growl echoed throughout. A loud, piercing scream followed shortly after, a scream that came from Brad.

Gary jumped in fright. 'Brad?' Gary questioned, standing up, also not bothering to turn his game off, he just threw it to the side, a little fear entering his voice.

Tommy stopped speaking into the recording and shouted through the tent, he knew Gary and Brad could hear him. 'Gary, what's goin on?'

Gary opened the tent and meekly popped his head out to look around. Another growl, this time ten times louder. Claws ripped into his shirt, forcefully pulling his out of the tent, stalking off into the night. Gary's scream, so terrified, so gut wrenching echoed through the woods. From inside his tent, Tommy turned out the lantern he had on and crawled to the back of the tent, almost ashamedly wrapping his small cover around him, as if it would protect him from whatever was outside. Shadows moved very quickly along the outside of the tent. It suddenly grew eerily quiet, causing Tommy to think the thing had gone. His relief was short lived, as a claw ripped through the thin material of the tent and the cover, before latching onto Tommy's shirt, pulling him into the night also.