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A/N: Look at me! So soon a new one! Little do you guys know that this story is quite literally over a year in the making, haha. A buddy of mine gave me the suggestion for this story, I thought it was cool, and started it. Then life happened. Fast-forward 14-odd months, and yay! it's done! Haha, anyways, I don't want to give too much away about this one. It is kinda neat though, and different. It's written in first person; something I've only done once before. However this one isn't first person as Sam or Dean… or any Supernatural characters for that matter. Anyways, read it, and I promise you won't be disappointed. Enjoy!

Title: The Third Hunter
Genre: A genuinely supernatural story
Summary: A hunt for a wendigo turns interesting when a third hunter comes along to help.

The Third Hunter

"I give," Sam threw half of his sandwich to the ground, "That's fricken gross."

I watched the food drop as I ate my own. My glance then went to Dean who was giving a bizarre half smirk as he attempted to swallow his mouth full.

"I dunno," Dean finally spoke, "I think it tastes great." he gestured towards me as I took another bite, "Charlie seems to be enjoying it too."

"It's great," I piped up.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, "You'd eat anything as long as it was put between two pieces of bread."

I had to agree on that one. I'd known Dean for less than a day, and he'd spent the majority of the time munching on one thing or another. Sam, on the other hand, had been looking at local maps and news reports.

"A wendigo," Sam forced the subject change.

"Right," Dean looked skeptically at the large, thick wooded area we currently sat outside of, "I dunno dude. We're like five minutes from town. You'd think there'd be more reports of missing people around here. You've found two in the past five years?"

"Yeah, but Dad earmarked this area, and there's a lot of talk in town," Sam frowned at one paper, "One person said that there's been homeless people that have gone missing. They wouldn't have been reported missing."

"He's right, you know," I agreed, "There's been a few homeless people that I've noticed aren't in the usual places."

"Alright," Dean pulled his sunglasses on over his eyes and looked towards the woods, "Lets check it out."

It was five minutes later that weapons were unloaded from the trunk, and the three of us stood facing the enormous woods. I'd lived in the area for nearly five years, though until that day had never entered the forest. At first it had solely been because of lack in interest; I enjoyed the bustle of people in the town and didn't see the point of tramping through "nature". This all changed a year ago when my avoidance went from being simply not interested to fear. I had become good friends; some would call best friends, with a young man named Billy. In just his early twenties, Billy had already found himself homeless and living off the goodness of others. I made a point of visiting him nearly daily to try and boost his moral, and it seemed to work great. Until he suggested we go for a walk one day. We chatted idly all the way until we reached the woods, and though he casually walked in along a vague pathway, I hesitated just long enough.

I could still hear his scream…

"I'm ready," Sam held a flamethrower in one hand.

"Me too," Dean had a shotgun, though as well had a bag slung over one shoulder with supplies in it, "Coming Charlie?"

I shook out of my daze, "Yeah, I'm coming."

Heading forwards, Dean took the protective lead and I decided to follow behind. Not many words were spoken, and I admired their hunting protocol; it was something I made a mental note to practice. It didn't take long before the sounds of the street had disappeared to be replaced by birds and distant leaves rustling against each other.

"Alright," Dean stopped abruptly and looked to their right, "Old mine is over there." he glanced towards Sam and I, "What do you think? As good of a place as any to start."

"I know you guys are leading this thing, but that's where I'd start," I already knew of the Winchester stubborn pride and that my opinion was landing on deaf ears but figured it didn't hurt to suggest.

To my surprise Sam nodded his head, "Yeah. Let's start there, c'mon."

I could tell they were nervous as silence enveloped the two normally talkative hunters; this in turn made me nervous and I hesitated slightly to follow. This lasted only a moment as I realized I couldn't leave my new friends to fight this on their own. It was a mere ten minute walk before we got to the old mine entrance with a haphazardly placed 'Danger Keep Out' sign.

Dean glanced back at me, "Charlie, maybe you should just stay."

Sam nodded, "He's right, you don't want to get hurt. Just stay here."

"Screw that," I frowned, "I've come this far; I'm not stopping now."

I pushed past the brother's before either could stop me.

"Charlie! Charlie, wait!" Dean shouted, "Damn it! C'mon Sam."

By the time the two had caught up with me, I had made it a fair distance in and knew I was on the right track. Anger was surging through me, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to kill the asshole who had taken Billy from me. I clenched my teeth together and stared around; the thing was here, I knew it.

"Not cool Buddy," Dean breathed hard as he stood behind me, "You're gonna get yourself hurt."

"I can take care of myself," I defended looking at the fork in the tunnel we were at, "I'll take the left path."

"I'll go right," Sam shone his flashlight into the darkness, "You can go with Charlie."

"Yeah," Dean had his own flashlight out while holding a flare gun in one hand, "Be careful Sammy."

For several minutes Dean and I walked in silence, ears listening for even the slightest sounds. Dean listened for two things; the sound he was all too familiar with as being the stalking wendigo… and any sign of Sam being in trouble.

"He'll be okay," I tried to sound comforting.

Dean sighed, "I swear, if he gets hurt, I'll kill him."

I smirked and we carried on. It seemed like only seconds later that several things happened very quickly; an overpowering smell of rotting meat entered my nose at the same time a fear filled cry echoed through the tunnels.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

"Damn it!" I shouted as I took off in the direction the cry had come.

I quickly overpowered Dean and got ahead in the tunnel. Darkness enveloped me, but the sounds of Sam's terror and the smell let me know I was getting close. I finally emerged into a large opening and skidded to a stop at the scene in front of me. Sam lay on the ground, a soft stream of blood coming down his head from hitting the wall, and the tall gangly wendigo stood towering in front of him.

"Hey!" I called, "Leave him alone!"

"No," Sam's pain filled voice echoed, "Charlie, get back!"

"Like hell," I muttered advancing into the room.

This got the wendigo's attention as it turned towards me with a throaty gurgle. My heart pounded as the creature took a step towards me and assessed the level of threat I was.

"I know what you did to Billy!" emotions cracked in my throat, "I'm not leaving here until I've made you pay."

If wendigos could smile, I was sure that's exactly what it was doing as it took another step towards me. I stood my ground, and wondered vaguely if this was a good idea; there was no way I was going to be able to win this fight, and I would be no good to anyone dead. I didn't have time to contemplate this much as just when the wendigo launched to make its move, a loud bang and flash of light erupted in the opening.

"Dean!" I smiled in relief as I turned to see Dean poised with the flare gun in hand.

The wendigo let out a strangled cry of pain as it arched up in the flames it was engulfed in before crumbling to ash. A long moment of silence followed this as we all seemingly waited for something more to happen.

"Sammy," Dean finally gasped as he moved past me and went to his brother who continued to lay on the floor stunned.

"Dean," Sam painfully got to his feet.

"Easy, easy!" Dean admonished.

"I'm fine," Sam insisted.

Dean frowned as he took hold of his brother's face, and shone his flashlight onto the abrasion, "Sam, you're hurt."

"I'll be fine," Sam shook his head, "How's Charlie?"

Dean turned towards me, "You okay Charlie?"

"Yeah," I breathed deep and walked over to the two of them; sending a sideways glance of the pile of ash, "I'm alright."

Sam smiled, "You saved my life."

I shook my head, "No. Dean did—I just distracted the thing until he could catch up with me."

Dean too was looking over at the once was piece of evil, "I'm just glad I got here in time. When I think…"

"Hey," Sam placed a hand on the elder Winchester's shoulder, "I'm fine. We all are. Now c'mon—let's get out of here."

Dean nodded in agreement, and keeping a supportive hand on Sam's arm, the three of us walked at a much slower pace towards the exit. I kept quiet the entire time, forcing my emotions in check as I thought of Billy. Never again would someone have their life torn apart by the wendigo, and I knew that was what mattered. We reached the entrance and the late evening sun shone orange through the trees.

"Listen guys, I'm gonna take off," I spoke quietly, "Thank you so much for helping this town."

Hating goodbyes, I quickly left; not even sure if Sam or Dean heard me.

"Hey," Dean looked around as he made sure Sam made it through the dilapidated exit, "Where's Charlie?"

"I don't know," Sam whispered, a mixture of heartache and confusion in his voice.

"Sammy?" Dean looked carefully at his brother, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just…" Sam cleared his throat, "I hope he'll be okay."

Dean smiled, "Don't worry, Charlie will be fine. The little guy's got great instincts for a dog."

The End.