"I feel like crap," I thought as my world came into blurry focus.

The room was cold and dark; the air was damp and smelled of things I'd rather not think about.

What happened? I tried to rub my face.

Ow! Pain ripped through my left arm.

I was hanging by wrists from the ceiling; corpses were all around me. Dean and Haley were strung up as well, but they weren't conscious.

Crap! The Wendigo kidnapped us!

I decided since I hadn't prayed in over a year, now was a good time to start. I prayed a silent prayer asking for forgiveness just incase things went south. Because sometimes changing the smallest things can change the entire outcome.

"Dean?" it came out as a cracked whisper.

Why wasn't my voi-?

I slipped back into unconsciousness, my mind going blank.

"If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" Ben asked Sam.

"Honestly?" Sam asked, "I think because Roy shot at it, pissed it off."

Ben nodded, then stopped. He found a trail of M&M's, and picked one up.

"They went this way."

He caught up to Ben, who handed him the M&M. He laughed, 'only you Dean.'

"It's better than breadcrumbs," he said amused.

He tossed the M&M away, 'or was it Rebecca's idea?'

'Crap!' he thought, he was mad at her for not telling him about Jessica, but that didn't been he wanted her to die!

He started following the trail, Ben following closely behind.

After a while they came to a mine entrance marked with a sign that says WARNING! DANGER! DO NOT ENTER EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL.

Sam looked at Ben, shrugged, and goes inside. 'Nothing screams layer than an abandoned mine shaft.'

Once again Ben followed him.

Above the entrance was a larger sign that said KEEP OUT NO ADMITTANCE.

Sam shined the flashlight ahead of them. Then was some growling; he shut off the light and pulled Ben against the wall.

The Wendigo came towards them; he covered Ben's mouth before he could scream.

The Wendigo took a different tunnel at the crossing, and he and Ben kept moving.

The floorboards creak then they fall through the floor, they landed in a pile of bones.

There was another pile of skulls near by, Ben see's this and leapt forward.

I was knocked out of my stupor by a crashing sound.

I tried to focus but my mind was foggy, and I couldn't think. What is wrong with me?

There were two voices.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." I recognized that voice. I'd recognize that voice anywhere!

But then again my mind could be playing tricks on me.

"Dean! Rebecca!" his voice was closer now.

"Haley wake up!" Ben yelled a little ways away from me.

There was the sound of a knife against rope, then a "Hey you ok?"

Then I heard Dean's voice, "Yeah."

I felt light headed, and started to drift off again before I heard someone coming towards me.

Who was-?

I opened my eyes.

Oh, I smiled weakly, "Hey moose."

"Are you ok?" he asked.

I looked at him blankly, "I can't feel my arms, and Jared Padalecki doesn't like me."

I pouted.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind, "What's a Jared Padalecki?"

I giggled a little, "He's a sexy moose man who likes to wears hats, and has nice hair, oh god that hurt a little," I yelped as he jostled my left arm, as he got me down.

"Sorry," He apologized.

"S'okay," I told him weakly.

He let go of me. I fell flat on my face.

"Sorry," He apologized again.

"That's okay," I shrugged. "I failed standing up school anyway," I said.

"Here," He helped me up. "Can you stand?" He asked me.

"I don't think so," I said unstably, "god my head!"

He half carried me to the place where Dean was sitting and plopped me down next to him.

Dean made a pained noise.

"You sure you're alright?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean grimaced and said, "Yeah. Yep. Where is he?"

Sam sighed, "Gone for now."

Haley divested herself of rope. She stood up and spotted Tom still hanging and started crying, "Tommy…"

Haley touched tom's cheek.

Dean looked at me, "You ok sweetheart?"

I shrugged, "I'll live… it feels weird, all the blood rushing to my arms."

Sam was about to say something before Haley came up to him and said, "Cut him down!"

Sam nodded, and cut Tom down.

"We're gonna get you home," She crooned at her brother.

The stolen supplies were piled in the corner; Dean got up and grabbed a flare gun, "Check it out."

Sam nodded, "Flare guns those'll work."

He smiled. Dean laughed and twirled the guns

I slowly got up, teetering a little.

We walked down the tunnel, Sam and Dean in the front with the flare guns, me with a flamethrower, Haley and Ben in the back supporting their brother, who was limping.

My head sore as hell, but I ignored it.

I heard growling.

"Looks like someone's home for supper," Dean said.

"We'll never out run it," Haley told him.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Sam nodded.

"Hell yeah, I love this scene!" I smiled.

They glared at me as if I told them that I'd just watch and make cookies.

"What?" I asked confused.

Was it something I said?

"Alright, listen to me," Dean addressed the group. "Stay with Sam, he's gonna get you out of here," his tone left no room for argument.

"What are you going to do?" Haley asked.

Dean winks and starts walking and yelling, "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good."

I couldn't make out the rest, though I swear I heard "Son of a bitch" more than twice.

Sam waited until Dean was a safe distance away then said, "All right, come on! Hurry!"

I heard a distant voice, "Hey, you want some white meat, bitch! I'm right here!"

I had to keep myself from laughing.

Sam and Me, Ben, Haley, and Tommy, all hurried down a tunnel.

There was growling. Sam pointed the gun at it. Then lowered the gun and turned to the Collins, "Get him out of here."

"Sam, no," Haley warned.

Normally I wasn't one for giving orders, but I felt this was a good time, "Shut up all of you, Sam'll be fine, he knows what he's doing! You on the other hand, need to get out of here now!"

They all looked at me in shock, Sam included, before Ben spoke up, "Come on Haley!"

And off they went, me more or less herding them along.

Sam held a flare gun ready to shoot, looking down a tunnel.

"Come on. Come on."

More growling, Sam turned, and the Wendigo is right in his face. Shot and missed, then ran back to where I was guiding the Collins.

Sam caught up.

"Sam!" Haley exclaimed.

"Come on, hurry! Hurry!" I told them.

We all ran to the end of the tunnel, the Wendigo right behind us.

"Get behind me!" Sam orders the group.

The rest did as he said. I stood my ground.

The Wendigo approached, taking its time.

I saw Dean run up behind the Wendigo, "Hey!"

The Wendigo turned.

He shot the thing in the stomach.

The flare went off, and it blew up in flames.

"Not bad, huh?" Dean asked.

Sam grinned.

I laughed and said, "Nope not bad at all."

The ambulance loaded Tom up. Two police officers were interviewing Ben; Sam was standing behind Ben.

Some of the paramedics were checking my head, and it turned out that i had three huge claw marks cuts in my scalp. That'll be fun to show off. Although it's easy to see anyway, because I have such a close-cropped haircut. They gave me some pain meds.

"And the bear came back after you yelled at it?" The officer asked.

"That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds."

Sam nodded.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing." The officer said.

Once the paramedics were done stitching up my head I walked over to the boys,

I'll get Sam or Dean to take out the stitches when they heal.

Once the cops were done interviewing Sam and Ben, I walked over.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," Sam said speaking to me in that distant voice again.

"Thank you for finding us," I smiled slightly, "even though you dropped me on my face."

He chuckled.

"And Sam?" I asked, "There will be more things that happen to you guys, and I can't always tell you before hand, but that doesn't mean I won't try to change them. Believe me I know how screwed up this is. I also know fighting won't make it any easier."

He looked at me and scoffed.

I shook my head, "I'm not asking you to forgive me, it's too soon for that. I'm just asking you to trust me just a little."

I didn't have anything more to say, so I just stood there. Watching what was going on around me.

It took a minute for him to reply, "Trust isn't given, it's earned."

I nodded, "I know, and I will try my hardest to earn that trust."

Then there was silence. Haley and Dean were talking over by the impala. Haley was laughing.

Then a woman came round and asked her something, Haley nodded and got in the ambulance with her brothers.

Sam nodded at Ben, Haley waved at Dean.

Sam went over and on the hood next to Dean, I walked 'round and joined them.

The person in the ambulance closed the door.

Dean spoke up, "Man, I hate camping."

"Me too," Sam agreed.

I spoke up, "I never knew it would be like this."

Dean looked at me, "What?"

"Being here, it's harder than I thought. Ever since I was eleven I've dreamed of coming here. Now I'm here and I can't seem to do anything right," I told him, "Life is funny like that sometimes."

Sam shook his head, "You're not all bad. You just need training."

"Training?" I asked, looking at him quizzically.

"Yeah, we're going to teach you to hunt. We have a family friend who could help you with that," Dean told me.

"You mean Bobby?" I asked curiously, and secretly excited.

"You know that's freaky," Dean told me.

I looked at him confused, "What?"

"How you always know everything," Dean told me, "It's weird."

I just laughed.

Then Dean turned to Sam, "Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?"

"Yeah, I know." Sam said, "But in the meantime? I'm driving."

The road sped past us.

"Hey guys, can we stop at a bookbinding place?" I asked from my place in the back seat.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"I want a journal," I told them.

"You do?" Sam asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Doesn't every hunter have one? Oh and also?"

"What?" Dean asked.

"I wanna go to Walmart," I told him.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because they only clothes I have are on my back, and I've been wearing them for four days straight. You can be sure as hell I'm not wearing your clothes."

Dean laughed, "Ok we'll get you that journal, but Sam has to be the one that takes you clothes shopping. Huh Samantha?"

Sam glared at his brother.

I swear I laughed harder than I had in a while

Dean turned on the radio.

To my utter shock the stereo started blasting:

"Carry on my wayward son,

There'll be peace when you are done,

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more!"

"Wow!" I gasped.

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"Um, the PDF, my future self said at the end of the note "Carry on my wayward son" she was hinting this song was going to play!" I said excitedly.

They looked both shocked and confused.

I just smiled and said, "Turn it up."

Sam groaned, "Crud another one?"

I shook my head; "No I just love the song, now freaking turn it up!"

Dean did.

I sang along,

"Masquerading as a man with a reason,

My charade is the event of the season,

And if I claim to be a wise man it,

Surely means that I don't know,

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune,

But I hear the voices say!"

I happily sang the rest of the song.

Sam looked at me, "How come you like that song so much?"

"Because it's your song," I told him.

"What?" they asked confused.

"Yeah, carry on my wayward son is the total Supernatural theme song," I told them.

"What's Supernatural?" Dean asked.

"it's the name of the T.V. show that you guys star in."

I laughed at the looks they sent me. Maybe things were looking up after all.