We pulled up in the impala; Haley shook her head.

I stretched and got out once the car had come to a stop, my duffle bag in hand.

Sam and Dean did the same.

I handed the bag to Sam, who took it without looking at me… well that killed my buzz. God, I hope this doesn't last too long. I wanna hug that puppy-moose so much right now, though something tells me he wouldn't appreciate it.

"Got room for three more?" Dean asked.

Haley looked slightly annoyed, "Wait, you want to come with us?"

Roy looked between us, "Who are these guys?"

No matter how many new idiots entered the show, Roy annoyed me the most.

I felt like pointing to my chest and saying, "Do I look like a guy to you?"

But I held my tongue; I shouldn't waste my humor on someone like him, that'd be like telling Castiel Yo Mama jokes.

I laughed as I pictured that.

Besides, there wasn't that much there, and if I was honest with myself, I was glad for that. My cousin was always complaining about her C cup.

Everyone looked at me, wondering what I was laughing about.

"Inside joke," I dismissed them.

Haley shrugged going back to the conversation, "Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue."

Sam headed past everyone.

Roy looked at us, "You're rangers?"

I knew Dean was gonna say something but I decided to instead.

"No we're aliens," I commented sarcastically, "And we're here to tie you up and throw you in the tardis, alons-y."

Haley cut in, "And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?"

Dean looked down at himself.

"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts."

He Headed past Haley.

She looked after him with a look of aggravation.

"Don't worry," I smiled, "You learn to love him."

She looked at me, "Are you-"

I shook my head, "Hell no! I'd go insane."

I felt like that was a little mean, but seriously, Dean and I? Just no!

I listened to what they were saying.

"What, you think this is funny?" Roy asked annoyed, "It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt."

More than you know Roy, more than you know.

Sam turned back to look at them.

"Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be." Dean said honestly, "We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all."

"You tell 'em Dean!" I yelled.

Dean walked past Sam.

I sighed as I thought of what was going on with Tommy. Poor guy.

A mineshaft let in some light.

Tommy and Gary were hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. There were assorted corpses all around them, Tommy heard growling.

Gary spotted a tall and skinny shape and started yelling.

Tommy did his best to turn away and he closed his eyes, he heard the cracking of bones, and screaming.

He didn't think he'd make it out of there alive.

Our group hiked through the forest, Roy at the head, the rest of us bringing up the rear.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting."

Roy nodded, "Yeah more than a little."

"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean asked.

"Mostly buck; sometimes bear." He said.

This guy is toast.

Dean passed Roy.

"Tell me," Dean said his tone cocky, "Uh, Bambi or Yogi even hunt you back?"

Roy grabbed Dean. Sam looked on.

I love this part!

"Whatcha' doin' Roy?"

Roy grabbed a stick and poked the trap Dean was going to step in. Haley looked annoyed.

"You watch where you're stepping. Ranger."

Roy took the lead.

Yup, you're gonna die.

We hiked on. Haley left her spot beside me to go catch up with Dean. So I decided to catch up with Sam.

Dean and Haley started arguing, and Sam shot Dean a questioning look. Dean gave him a look, one that obviously meant, "Go on". So he did. I followed him.

Dean watched us for a second.

I said nothing, just walked with him. He didn't push past me or tell me too go away; however, he didn't act like he even acknowledged me, so that could be either good or bad.

This whole future knowledge thing really sucks, especially when people here just don't get it, I briefly wondered what would have happened if I got dropped off in Doctor Who instead.

'I would have changed...everything.' I thought wistfully. No future self telling me to watch the things I change because of the freaking space-time continuum. Just The Doctor, Amy Pond, and I, traveling through time doing whatever our hearts desire.

"That would be sooo nice."

"What?" Sam asked sharply. His features pulled tight into his signature bitch face.

Whoops I said that out loud didn't I?

"Um nothing Sammy. Hehe It's all good in the hood." I smiled softly hoping my light tone would help improve my mood.

He pursed his lips and gave me an even bigger bitch face.

"Don't call me Sammy." He said stiffly, walking ahead of me he caught up to Roy and I was left deserted between the two groups. Roy, Ben, and Sam in front, and Dean and Haley behind me.

"Sorry." I mumbled to him apologetically. Getting back into Sam's good graces was going to be hella difficult.

I decided to block it all out by grabbing my Iphone and playing AC/DC. I wasn't as big a fan as Dean, but I've found it was the best music for blocking stuff out.

"This is it. Blackwater Ridge," Roy said.

Sam headed past him and asked, "What coordinates are we at?"

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

I already knew that, but I also knew telling them that would not help the situation.

Dean and me went up to Sam; they listened.

"You hear that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam said giving that half huffing, half sighing noise, "Not even crickets."

"You know you're in trouble when nature gets quiet," I said almost to myself.

"I'm gonna go take a look around," Roy told the group.

I just shook my head.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself," Sam warned aggravation in his voice.

"That's sweet," Roy commented snidely, "Don't worry about me."

Roy waved his gun and pushed past both Sam and Dean to retake the lead.

"Can I hit him?" I asked glaring after Roy.

"Sure, wait til' later though" Sam said, he was also annoyed by the man. And just like that there was silence again.

Dean turned back to the others as Haley and Ben caught up.

"Alright, everyone stays together. Let's go."

"Haley! Over here!"

Haley ran towards the sound of Roy's voice, followed closely by the others.

Then I remembered the scene that was going to happen, and in turn I realized what we were hunting.

Crap, crap, crap!

We came to a halt.

Haley put a hand over her mouth, "Oh my god…"

The tents were torn and bloody, all the supplies were scattered.

"Looks like a grizzle," Roy reported.

That's it I lost it, "It's not a freaking bear you freaking idiot!"

He glared at me, "Oh what else could it be?"

I glared, "A wendi-"

Oh no that's what it was, I have to tell the guys!

Sam and me went over to meet Dean.

Sam snapped a stick, and crouched next to Dean.

I was crouching as well.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Dean said.

"Um guys?" I asked quietly.

"I'll tell you what, that's no skin-walker or black dog." Dean Reasoned.

"Guys!" I said louder.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I remembered what it is that we're hunting," I told them.

"Oh really?" Sam asked irritated, "You couldn't have remembered sooner?"

I rolled my eyes, "Sorry, do you want to know or what?"

Dean nodded.

I sighed, "It's a Wendigo."

"I didn't know what it was called but I knew how to kill it, that's why I had you pack flame throwers." I said.

After our conversation, well more like Dean and mine's, with Sam criticizing me every so often; we went back to camp. That seriously lowered my mood; my favorite character hates my guts.

Nice going Rebecca.

Haley picked up Tom's cell phone; it's bloody. She cried as she turned the phone in her hands, the back was open.

I watched as Dean crouched next to her, "He could still be alive you know?"

I turned back to Sam.

"Well now that we know what it is…" Sam gave me an accusing look. "We should probably-"

A scream reverberated through the forest.

"Tommy? Tommy!" Haley screamed running towards the sound.

"Wait Haley stop!" Dean yelled. But she was already gone. "Dammit." He said pulling out a flamethrower as he rushed out after her. Sam stopped Ben before he could chase after his sister.

"No you'll get yourself killed." Sam warned.

Roy pointed at the direction that Haley and Dean disappeared into. "Her brother is out there and needs help."

"Trust me Roy a Wendigo is not something you can fight." I told him condescendingly.

"A what?" He asked skeptically.

Sam started to fidget when Dean hadn't returned with Haley.

I shook my head, "They aren't that far out actually, come on."

I started walking in their direction, Sam reluctantly walked after me.

I was right, they were standing a little ways from the campsite, "It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked.

Oh crap, I knew what came next.

"Everyone get back to camp," Sam ordered.

We did.

Let me tell you I am so glad I left my phone in my pocket, all the supplies—including the electronics—at the campsite were missing.

"Shit," I swore.

"Our packs!" Haley exclaimed.

Roy shook his head, "So much for my GPS and my satellite phone."

Haley looked scared, "What the hell is going on?"

"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." Sam told them.

"You mean someone, some nut job out there just stole all our gear!" Roy argued.

Sam sighed, and then took up role of leader, "Alright look there's been a change of plans, we gotta get out of here now."

"What?" Haley asked.

"Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it."

Sam shook his head, "it's not me I'm worried about, and if you shoot that thing you're just gonna make it mad."

"Then it'll eat you," I chirped helpfully.

"One, you're talking nonsense," Roy snarked, "and two you're in no position to give anybody orders."

I sense a dogfight coming on.

"Relax," Dean told them.

"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right?" Sam glared, "I'm trying to protect you."

Roy stepped right into Sam's space and scoffed, "You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

Oh no he didn't! You must have a death wish.

"Yeah?" Sam almost barked back, "It's a near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here."

Go Sammy; lay down the law!

Rou laughed, "You know you're crazy right?"

"Oh yeah you ever hunt a wen-?"

Dean pushed Sam.

"Roy!" That was Haley.

Dean looks at Sam, "Chill out."

"Stop," Haley said to the group, "Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him."

There was a long pause.

I glanced at Sam, who was glaring at Roy.

"It's getting late." Dean told all of us, "This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

Haley looked at him, "How?"

We had built a campfire and Dean drew the protection symbols in the dirt while Haley poked at the fire.

"One more time that's-"

I cut I before Dean had a chance to reply, "Anasazi symbols. The Wendigo can't cross over them."

Roy laughed, gun over his shoulder.

"Shove it Roy!" I snapped. I had had enough of his crap.

Dean walked over to where Sam was sitting at the edge of the campsite.

I followed, knowing this discussion was important.

"You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean asked.

"Dean-"

He cut Sam off, "No, you're not fine." Dean told him, we both knew he was going to say he was fine.

"You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

There was silence for a few seconds before Sam spoke up again, "Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek." Dean guessed.

"He hasn't," I told them.

"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?" Sam said, hurt in his eyes, as he threw down the stick he had in his hands.

Dean pulled out John's journal, "this is why."

"This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—" He trailed off before starting again, "everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business."

I felt like asking if I was included in that business, but thought against it.

Sam shook his head, "That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

I knew Dean was supposed to respond, but I had a better idea, "Have you ever thought that there is a bigger picture than the one we're looking at right now? You're dad is trying to track down something big, and he doesn't want you to get hurt."

I knew I couldn't tell them about Azazel yet.

"...No. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself." Dean told him, "I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man."

I agreed; he needed work in that area.

Sam looks down, then back up, "How do you do it? How does Dad do it?"

Dean looked over at Haley and Ben.

"Well for one," Dean said, "Them."

Dean followed his brother's gaze.

"I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." Dean said meaningfully.

There was a pause, "I'll tell you what else helps."

Sam looked at Dean.

"Killing as many evil sons of bitches as we can," Dean finished.

Sam smiled.

A twig snapped.

The Wendigo started up again, "Help me! Please!"

Den stood and readied his gun.

"Help me!"

Sam shined a flashlight about, "Get back to camp, it's trying to draw us out. Just stay put, stay cool."

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked raising his eyebrows.

"Help! Help me!"

Roy pointed his gun at the sound, "Ok, that is no grizzly."

No really? What was your first clue?

"It's ok. It'll be ok, I promise." Haley said to Ben.

The Wendigo rushed past, Haley shrieked.

Sam breathed, "It's here."

Roy shot at the rustling, and again a second time.

"I hit it!" He ran of to see what he hit.

"Roy! No, Roy!" Dean yelled at him.

He turned to Haley and Ben, he seemed to be doing that a lot since we got here.

"Don't move!"

"It's over here! In the trees!" Roy was yelling.

Well dude, I'd tell you it was nice knowing you, but that'd be a lie.

Just then a Wendigo reached down from the tree and snapped Roy's neck.

"Roy!"

Sam was shining the flashlight in different directions.

I was sitting a little ways from the others reading and re-reading the PDF. What the heck does my future self mean by "Carry on my wayward son"?

Did I mean the song? I mean I love the song yeah, but why would I leave it as my ending statement? What does it have to do with anything?

I'm not very good at this so far; I pretty much just sat there for the first hunt, and I feel like crap for not somehow saving Jess from Brady.

I wished they would stop using Sam as their pawn. It didn't bother me so much when I was just watching the show, but now? Sam is an actual person, not just a character.

If he's mad at me for not saving Jess, I can't imagine how mad he'll be at me for not telling him about the demon blood.

I decided not to dwell on it, best to take life as it comes I guess.

Through my peripheral vision I saw Sam walking over to our area.

I reluctantly got up and walked over.

"Hey," Sam said addressing the group.

Haley stood up.

"So we've got half a chance in the daylight." Sam said "And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

"Hell, you know I'm in," Dean nodded.

"I second that," I declared.

Sam showed the page about the Wendigo to Haley and Ben.

"'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours." Sam told them.

"They're hundreds of years old," Dean continued. "Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter."

"How does a man turn into one of those …things?" She sounded like she didn't want the answer.

Dean picked a couple things of the ground.

I continued for him, "Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."

"Like the Donner Party," Ben murmured.

I nodded.

"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality." Sam listed.

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." Dean picked up where Sammy left off.

I tuned everyone out, having already known the information they were telling I did listen to my favorite line which was, "Guns are useless, so are knives, so basically? We gotta torch the sucker."

Dean leads the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. Haley followed, then me, then Ben, and Finally Sam. Suddenly we pass trees with claw marks and blood.

Sam was leading the group now.

"Guys."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

I already knew what was going on. I looked up at the trees; Sam and Dean did the same.

"You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct." Sam looked around once more, "They were almost too easy to follow."

There was growling, and Sam and Dean whipped around; the trees rustled.

Haley was standing under a tree. Blood dripped onto her shirt. She looked up noticing this, and lept out of the way. Roy's corpse landed where she once stood just a minute ago.

Dean walked over and examined Roy, as Sam went over to Haley.

"You ok? You got it?"

"His neck's broke," Dean reported looking at the body.

Sam helped Haley up, there was more growling.

"Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go! Go!" Dean yelled.

He didn't need to tell me twice, I ran after him; Haley did the same.

We turned the corner following Sam who raced ahead of us yelling at us to keep moving.

For a moment I thought we were home free until I heard growling right next to my ear.

I spun around and saw Dean's shocked face right before a clawed hand came around and collided with my head. I didn't even have time to scream before I blacked out.