"Ow. Just once I'd like a wendigo to go down without all the fuss!" I complained to Dean as he pressed my hand more firmly onto the towel against the gash in my upper arm.

Dean chuckled, putting his hand back on the wheel once he was sure I was putting enough pressure on the wound. "Aw, Sammy, it's not his fault you chose to stand still while you shot the flare gun."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I wouldn't have had to get so close if you hadn't let him throw you at the wall."

Dean grimaced, rubbing his hand over the side of his head, then smirked. "Lucky I have such a hard head, huh?"

I laughed, "Don't know about lucky…but I'm not going to deny you're hard headed."

He shrugged, "You're just jealous."

I chuckled, leaning back against the seat and watching the trees fly by as we drove out of the forest. I made sure to keep pressure on the towel, it was a deep cut, Dean would have to stitch it when we got back to civilisation.

Despite the beating we'd both got, I was glad for the no fuss, regular hunt. It seemed that every time we turned around we were facing some 'big bad' or another. But this, this had been a straightforward hunt for a wendigo that had been taking hunters (the wild game sort) in the forests of Minnesota.

Totally off the grid for a couple of days out in the bush, just the two of us doing what we did best. It had been relaxing…in a weird sort of way.

There was a bump as the road turned from dirt to bitumen and I winced slightly.

"Soon as we get into town I'll book us a room and fix that up for you." Dean said.

I nodded. "Should be back in cell range soon, too." I commented.

As if to prove my point my phone chose that moment to start beeping, indicating I had a text waiting to be read.

And then, it beeped again…and again…and again.

Dean's phone started doing the same.

We looked at each other. "Ah crap." Dean muttered. I nodded. There was no way this was good.

I looked at my phone, seeing that I had several missed calls on top of the missed messages.

I scrolled through the messages. The first couple were from Emily, all asking me to call her ASAP, she was pretty sure she had a case for us. "Looks like Emily found us a case…" I commented to Dean as I kept scrolling.

I wasn't too surprised to hear from Emily, we'd talked to her a few times since we ran into her on a witch hunt earlier in the year.

But the rest of the messages…

"Looks like Taylor needs help too…" I frowned, reading through the collection of frustratingly vague messages from both of them.

"Taylor?" Dean asked, clearly trying to place the name.

"Yeah, you know, that girl who got body swapped with me a few years back…" I moved to the couple of voicemail messages.

"Oh yeah! Dean grinned, "I liked her."

I smirked, "Oh I know. And she sure liked you."

I pressed play on the first voice mail and Emily's voice filled the car.

"Sam? Where are you guys! Another girl just died! Please! I'm scared, Sam."

She definitely sounded scared. I was getting worried now.

"Another girl?" Dean questioned. I shrugged, none of the messages had mentioned a girl dying.

I pressed play on the second voice mail, and this time it was Taylor's voice.

"I can't get hold of Dean, Sam…Can one of you call me? Please…I think I need your help."

"She sounds scared too." I said, looking at Dean.

He nodded. "I don't think we're going to be stopping in town long."

I sighed, "Yeah…but where do we go? Taylor was still at college last we saw her, but who knows where she is now. And when I talked to Emily last, she was talking about moving away from her small town life."

"I guess we call them both. See where they're at, and who needs us more urgently." Dean said.

I nodded, that made the most sense…though I didn't like the idea of having to tell one of them that they would have to wait. Both girls had only been dragged into the world of the supernatural because of us. I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for keeping them both safe.

"Let me see your phone. It sounds like they probably tried to contact you too."

Dean nodded and fished the phone out of his pocket.

I flinched when I reached over for the phone, having momentarily forgotten the wound I was still holding the towel on.

Dean frowned, "Whatever you find, we're not going anywhere until I treat that arm of yours."

"Yeah, ok." I knew he was right, and even if I didn't, it would be pointless to argue with him.

We reached the outskirts of town as I scrolled through Dean's phone. "Much of the same." I told him, before pressing play on the first of his voicemail messages.

"Dean? Come on Dean, please pick up. It's Emily, I need your help. Students are dying, Dean. I…I think there's a monster here… It's killing medical students…. Oh! I moved, I'm studying at Stanford now…please call me back!"

I stared at the phone for a moment.

"No wonder she sounded so scared." Dean said quietly "I'm guessing that message was before the one on your phone?"

I checked the dates and nodded, "Yeah. That one was from three days ago…and the one on mine is from yesterday morning."

Dean pulled into the first motel we passed, then looked at me. "You ok?"

I shrugged, "I'm fine. Let's get patched up so we can get over there."

I didn't want to talk about the fact that I would have been quite happy to never go near that place again. It held too many memories.

He stared at me for a moment more, then let it go.

"There any more messages?" He asked.

I nodded, pressing play on the other one.

"Um, Dean? Hi, it's…ah…Taylor. I know it's been a while, but…call me…please."

I frowned, "Well, that's even more vague than the one on my phone." I shrugged, "I'll try calling her while you book a room, but it looks like we're going to Stanford…"

Dean frowned at me, no doubt picking up on the mixed emotions that the idea dredged up. Thankfully didn't comment, just nodded and headed for the motel reception.

I pressed redial on one of the missed calls from Taylor on my phone, putting it on speaker when I found that I couldn't hold it to my ear and keep pressure on my arm at the same time.

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