A.N This will be the last chapter for a while. :( I have started new cases for the boys but I don't know whether to put them on this story or make another one for one-shots. O.o

'Hey!' she shouted, causing the monster to snarl and zoom towards her, teeth bared in warning. 'Yeah, you, fugly.' With the blatant insult, the Wendigo used its massive claws and scratched her stomach with an arch of its arm.

White-hot pain shot through her stomach as she tried to move. Her hands were still tied above her head, constantly aching from the lack of blood flow. Across the cave, a small amount of light shone throughout and she was able to see the pale, dead body of Lucy. She didn't want to look, but the body was right there, in front of her, so taunting. Another wave of pain burst through her, causing her to let out a cry of pain. The thing had scratched her good, right across her abdomen, ripping through her clothes and the delicate skin below. She could feel warm blood drip down her front, down her legs and finally dripping onto the dusty floor. She noticed that the creature always seemed to linger near her, sniffing with its large nose. Its eyes closed in sick pleasure. It never touched her though, which she found strange in a disturbing way. 'Why is this thing keeping me alive?' she thought over and over again, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the answer would suddenly pop into her head. The creature was gone in an instant, but the damage was done. She knew it was long gone, 'probably hunting for its next victim,' she thought morbidly.

Her eyes blurred slightly and pain burst in her skull from the blood loss. He eyes slowly drifted closed, as she sank into a peaceful unconsciousness. She didn't hear the sound of footsteps steadily growing nearer and nearer, until they were in the tunnels that lead to its lair.

'Aria! Hey, wake up!' said a husky voice, accompanied by hand softly shaking her shoulders.

When her eyes didn't even twitch, Sam and Dean shared looks. The older brother grabbed hold of the young girls legs and held her up so Sam could cut the rope around her wrists without her falling. Dean held her dead weight and carried her, placing her on the muddy ground. They didn't have to worry about the Wendigo. It was long gone, still alive, but just deep in the woods. The brothers knew that for sure. 'For a hunting monster, it sure was dumb.' thought Dean, tapping the pale cheeks of Aria. She was so still. It was almost as if she had died, Dean knew she hadn't, the soft rise and fall of her chest verified that. However, the Winchester brothers knew that if they didn't get the bleeding stopped soon, she would die. They had to get her to a hospital. Now!

Sam knelt on the ground beside Dean. He manoeuvred her head so it was resting comfortably on his knees, 'Aria, wake up.' Sam looked at the slight ashen tone to her skin and began to panic. He knew Dean was thinking the same thing. This elicited a small moan from the bleeding girl, just as Dean used his over-shirt to try and stem the bleeding before it did more damage.

They still had to kill this Wendigo, but it'd be harder with Aria to care for. For a moment, Dean thought about abandoning the hunt, for the first time in his life, to take Aria to the desperately needed hospital.

The irate growl of the Wendigo ripped through the tunnels, startling the boys.

'Dean, you go and kill that thing. I'll stay here with Aria.' Sam said, replacing his hands where Dean's where previously over the wound.

Dean nodded, before reaching the flare gun that sat so innocently on the ground. There wasn't a guarantee the flare gun would even work, Dean suspected that it had been there for some time. If it failed, he always had his pistol to at least slow it down so they could escape.

He gave one last look at Sam before dashing off into the dark tunnel, pistol drawn and aimed, ready to shoot. He held the flare gun in the back of his jeans. His plan of action was to shoot the Wendigo with his pistol, to slow it down, then use the flare gun, and torch the sucker. 'If it all goes as planned,' Dean thought, walking further into the maze of passageways.

The snarl from behind him stopped Dean in his tracks, a wince on his face in his own stupidity. He wasn't paying attention, well, not as much as he should have been giving. He turned slowly, finger on the trigger, he shot, so fast, thanks to his hunter reflexes. The creature staggered slightly, before releasing a cry of pain and anger. Dean shot again, and again, and before long, the Wendigo was on the ground, bloody holes in its decaying body. Dean wasted no time, and reached for the flare gun. He shot, nothing happened.

'Crap!' Dean snarled himself, walking backwards. He had to get out of there.

With a swipe of its hand, the Wendigo pushed Dean forcefully, causing him to make contact with the hard wall. Dean groaned and shakily stood. The creature was right in front of him now, eyes dilated, angry, and red. It raised its arm once again, to make the final strike that would surely end Dean Winchester's short life. Dean was almost ashamed to admit that he was scared, as he closed his eyes.

A gunshot echoed throughout, though not from Dean, whose eyes shot open. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the flaming Wendigo, screaming and hollering in agony, as it slowly died and turned to nothing but a pile of charred bone.

His green eyes watered slightly as he took sight of the man standing in front of him. He was taller than Dean was, though not by much. He had brown hair like Sammy, green eyes like Dean and a slight beard from not shaving. He looked into the eyes of John Winchester, the man who he and his brother had been looking for the past month and her he was, not a mark on him. He seemed healthy and the small grin on his face told Dean, 'It's me, son'.

'Dad?'

'Dean.' They both said in the exact tone, as Dean took a step closer and finally hugged his father tightly, as if he was going to disappear into thin air. John patted him on the back before stepping back.

'Let's go get your brother.'

Dean nodded absentmindedly, following his father as he made his way back through the tunnels where Dean had walked earlier.

As they came to the entrance of the main lair, Dean couldn't help but think about what Sam's reaction to their dad. Dean had always been closer to his father than Sam had, but Sam and John were more alike. Dean had thought on many occasions was why the two never seemed to get along. Dean's mind drifted to the last time he had seen or heard from Sam…

Crashes and thuds echoed through the empty parking lot of 'Sable's Flower' motel, 'No Sam. You're not going!' John Winchester shouted, his voice getting louder and angrier with every word he said.

'Dad! It's only College for Christ sake. What's so bad about going?' Sam retorted angrily.

'Come on guys. Stop this' Dean tried to say, but the enraged couple didn't listen, they were completely focused on the argument at hand.

Dean couldn't understand why they always had to fight. The pair of them was more alike than they knew. This fight was probably the worst of them all, sure, his dad and his little brother had tussles before, but Sam had never threatened to leave. Of course, Dean knew about Sam's intentions to go to college, he also tried to tell him that their dad wouldn't let him leave after losing his wife in the horrific fire and the loss of Aria, their dad couldn't handle anymore loss. The argument continued to rage on, one particular statement brought Dean back to the present.

'I'm going dad-' Sam yelled, walking to the motel door, he hesitated for a few seconds. '-an d'ya know what? You can't stop me.' He added.

'If you walk out that door Sam, don't you ever come back.' John bellowed his face flushed bright red with anger.

Sam took one last glance at his family, his gaze lingered on the two figures that were staring back at him with heart breaking faces, at the back of the room. He pulled the door open, grabbed hold of his bag and walked out of the door of number 12A.

John was stood shaking with repressed anger, he stalked to the door. The taxi was nearly out of sight. John's face changed instead of anger he had a look of complete sorrow on his face.

'Sam's not your brother anymore.' John said turning back to the two remaining people of his little dysfunctional family.

'Dean, you listening to me, boy?' John snapped.

'Huh? Oh, sorry dad.' Dean shook his head, smiling faintly at his father, as if to reassure him.

They could see Sam now, cradling a small body. Looking closer, he could see that her eyes were now open, wide and slightly afraid.

'What happened?' she mumbled, holding a hand to her pounding head, before sitting up, not realising she was still sat on the muddy ground in front of three men she barely knew.

John was astounded. The resemblance to his late wife was mind-boggling!