Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

2. Season 1, Episode 2, Wendigo

Wendigo

A very loud and unpleasant scream instantly wakes me up. As I rub my eyes in confusion, I hear Dean hiss Sam's name. "Sam, wake up!" A moment later, Sam gasps for breath and wakes up, caught in mid-scream. I let out a deep breath and lie back down, letting Dean handle this one.

Since the horrible fire a week ago, Sam has been having constant nightmares. Which is not weird, since his girlfriend was brutally murdered in that fire by the same thing that killed our mom. I'm sure it brought back some trauma. Dean has been trying very hard to support him, since that night. That's, however, not an easy task. Especially with the nightmares and Sam being the stubborn little brother he is.

"Sorry, must have dozen off." Is Sam's apology, his voice raw. Dean sighs. "Of course you doze off, it's three in the morning." He argues. I can hear Sam lie back down. "Any more coffee?" He asks and I understand Dean's desperate groan. Sam has been trying to stay awake every night, so he doesn't have to relive Jess's death in his sleep. "Coffee is gone." Dean replies, making an attempt to sit down on Sam's bed. He's roughly pushed off. "I won't wake you again." Sam tells him in a tone that makes it very clear the conversation is over.

I heave my head, to look at Dean. He walked back towards the couch and drops down on it, rubbing his eyes. Sam has not let out a word about what happened to him. Every attempt we, mostly Dean, make to talk, is shut down. Sam is obviously trying to push his feelings down and keeps repeating that he's fine. Every single time we ask. Is has made me stop asking, I mean we're not stupid. We're not blind.

Right now, we are on our way to the coordinates dad wrote in the back of his journal. The first week after the fire we spent in Polo Alto, searching for the thing responsible for Jessica's death. We couldn't find a damn thing. We are quite sure though, that it's the same thing that killed mom. The details of the fire tell enough about that connection. Dean eventually made the decision to go and find our father. Together with him, we could be able to find the thing and finally destroy it. Dad will know what to do. Sam had needed a lot of persuasion to leave, but had agreed out of exhaustion, in the end.

The coordinates are still a day and a half away from us, so we're staying in a tiny motel room for the night, halfway from Lost Creek, Colorado. When Sam found the place of the coordinates, we were quite doubtful. It's literally in the middle of nowhere. Why would dad be in the middle of nowhere, in a forest that's called blackwater ridge? Dean insisted to proceed, so Sam and I followed. I always follow him. I always will.

When morning arrives, the bags under Sam's eyes are a dark blue. I exchange some worried glances with Dean, but we don't say a word about it. We eat breakfast in silence. I can feel that the tension I have been feeling the last week, compared with the stress, is taking its toll on my back. Every time I sit down, a dull ache appears in my shoulder blades. This whole situation has not only been hard on Sam and Dean. I am still hurt and pissed at Sam, having mixed feelings about the whole 'leaving' situation. Right now, those feelings are pushed to the back of my mind. There is no way in hell I am going to give Sam any of my 'attitude' right now. So, I try to be myself around him and forget about my issues. I know I have to talk with him about that eventually, but now is not the time. Even though the situation is so messed up right now, being semi normal with Sam has been nice. I missed it. It's not how it used to be, but having actual normal conversations with him, has made me remember how close to him I actually am. Or was...

We're back in the car at nine a.m. Two hours into the drive, Sam has dozen off. I examine his face from the back seat and let out a relieved breath when I see it's quite peaceful. Nowadays, Sam's face is twisting in pain when he sleeps. Most of the times. To be really honest, it's been heart breaking to watch. It seems to be okay now though, let's hope it stays that way.

"He's not doing well…" I whisper to Dean, who sighs. "I know." He mutters, glancing sideways at his sleeping little brother. "What can we do?" I ask, almost sounding desperate. "How in the world can we help him?" I add in a small voice. Dean grimaces and glances at me through the review mirror. "I have no idea, pup. I guess we just be there… This will get better." He answers me, trying to sound reassuring. I nod slowly, glancing at Sam once again. How long is it going to take for it to get better?
After an hour of driving, Sam's sleep changes abruptly. His face twists in anger and he lets out a soft groan. I sigh, before jumping when he jolts awake in one sudden movement. Eyes wide, sweat trickling down his forehead. I grab my chest to try and calm my racing heart down, while Dean glances sideways. "Another nightmare?" He asks as Sam pants, trying to get himself back under control. "No. I'm fine." He answers shortly. Both me and Dean roll our eyes simultaneously. "Come on, man…" Dean starts, but Sam shoots him a warning glare and straightens up. I decide to interfere.

"Look, just don't lie. We're not blind, okay?" I tell him, my voice soft and understanding. "Not wanting to talk, fine. But don't lie." Sam completely ignores me and my statement and I heave my eyes to the sky.

It takes us six hours to get to Lost Creek, Colorado. It really is in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the woods and forests, lies a little hunter's town. We unpack at a tiny motel. While I put my bag under one of the beds, Sam sits down at the table and starts doing some research. I examine Dean, who sat down on his bed and is grappling inside the duffle bag. He spreads all the guns over the bed sheets and starts cleaning them, something that he always does and is very important to do. I'm not even aloud to help with that, so I just sit down and watch him interestingly. "You're staring at me like a freak." Dean comments after a while. "Can't you just teach me?" I ask him in return, making him huff. "I would be able to protect myself way better…" I throw into the conversation, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Dean actually looks up at that comment, a grimace on his face. "I'm not teaching you how to use a gun. Get over it." He comments, winking at me. He goes on with his business after that. I shake my head, at least I tried.

"There are a lot of disappearances in this town, Dean, but I don't know if it is something. They've been writing it off as hunter accidents." Sam mumbles after a short silence. Dean moves towards the table, analyzing the articles on Sam's laptop. "Yeah, there's something fishy about this, I just can't quite put my finger on it." He mutters, pulling the laptop towards himself. He starts typing, while me and Sam watch him with a frown. Then he looks up. "All the disappearances happened at proximally the same place and they're describing it as bear attacks. I think we should go talk to the owner of the rangers a few streets back, he will probably know more about this." He says. Sam nods slowly, standing up. "Sounds like a plan." He agrees and grabs his jacket. He hesitates a fraction of a second, before turning back to his big brother. "Dean, I don't think dad's here." He starts apprehensively. I look up. It's true. I didn't say anything yet, because I still hoped dad would contact us or find us, leave a message or something. It doesn't look like that, it doesn't look like he's been here at all.

Dean nods slowly and sighs. "I know, while we're headed to the rangers, we'll look around. I'll try to call him." He says, suddenly sounding very tired. Sam looks at the floor. "What if he isn't here, Dean? I mean, the coordinates were clear, but if he isn't here… Then why are we here?" He goes on. Dean growls in frustration. "I don't know, Sammy. Let's find out." He mumbles and turns around to me.

"We'll be back." He says to me, walking towards me and quickly kissing me on my forehead. "Do not touch the guns and go study, or something." He adds. I roll my eyes. "Yes, dad." I reply sarcastically. He chuckles, before he walks out the door with Sam right behind him.

I sigh and wait until I hear the Impala start and drive away. When I'm absolutely positive they've gone and are nowhere near this motel, I make my move. I sit down on the spot Dean was sitting and examine all the guns up close. Slowly I grab one and try to put it back together. I only rarely get a chance to examine anything that has to do with hunting. I always take my chances. My plan is simple. I will try to convince Dean to let me become a hunter, when the time has come. I know Dean wants me to go to college and have a job when I finish my exams, but I don't see myself doing that. Not at all. I don't see myself walking around a filthy dorm room, going to all these boring lessons about boring literature. I want the action, I want to fight the evil in this world and become a strong, independent hunter. I want to become a hero, just like Dean. Saving people from unexplainable things, learning all about the supernatural and it's monsters. It's almost ironic, because Sam wants the opposite and got what I wanted. He wants the apple pie life, with college. He had to be a hunter. I want to be a hunter, but was kind of forced into the apple pie life. If it was possible to switch, I'm sure we would. Immediately.

I take a deep breath, glancing down at the guns. Then I decide to take a very big risk. Let's go outside and try one of the guns out. See if I can shoot. I did that once before, some months back, but never got the chance to fully try it out. I know that if Dean ever finds out, he will personally kill me. I just have to make sure he won't find out.

I grab the gun that Dean already put back together, race towards my jacket and make my way outside. The odds are in my favour, we could not have been in a better place for my experiment. The motel is surrounded by woods. No one will see me. I make my way around the back of the motel and disappear into the woods. I don't go too far out, I know myself. I'm not that good with directions and getting lost right now, would ruin my experiment. There's also the fact, that if my brothers come home and find the motel empty, they'll freak out. If they find me, with one of their guns, then all hell will break loose.

It doesn't take long, before I find a nice spot to practise. A clearing, surrounded by thick trees, will make it impossible to be seen. I inhale deeply and look at the gun, not really knowing where to start. I take a position and aim the gun at a nearby tree. I have seen Dean and Sam shoot multiple times, and they both use different postures. Dean always leans back a little, his eyes focussed completely on his target. He never looks away when he shoots and his arms are straight in front of him. Sam's arms are always a little bend and when he shoots, he sort of leans into it. I shake my head and try it out. I lean back slightly and stretch my arms.

The first shot is impressive. I jump backwards and am completely taken off guard by the incredible loud bang. Okay, that's why Sam leans into it. To block the force. I try again and this time I don't jump back, but I also have no idea where the hell my bullet went. I sigh deeply and try again.

I try and try and the fifth shot I make, is actually going somewhere. It scrapes a tree. Even though it wasn't the tree I was aiming at, I am satisfied. It feels exhilarating, I can feel adrenaline rushing through my veins. I can already imagine myself running after a monster, having complete control over the whole situation. With a smile I turn around, I need to get back.

I hurry my way back to the motel room and pray that my brothers haven't returned yet. Relief washes over me, when there is no impala to be seen in front of the motel. I quickly sneak back inside. I pull off my jacket and hang it over the same chair it was before I left. I take the gun, wipe it clean and place it at the exact same place I took it from. I check profusely if everything is still in place, Dean will notice the slightest change. Then I grab my history book, time to do as originally told, and study.

I take place on the couch. Only ten minutes later, I can hear the roar of the impala. I shake my head in disbelief. That was a close one. If I'd only been gone a little while longer, they would've found out.

I smile to myself and wait for the door to open. Sam enters first, his face scrunched up in confusion. He immediately grabs his laptop, he doesn't even greet me. Dean follows suit and ruffles my hair, as he walks past. "Good girl." He teases. I growl at him. "Bite me." I retort. He laughs. Then his glance falls on the guns still lying spread on the bed. "Let's get back on that." I hear him mutter to himself. He sits down in his original position and continues to clean the guns. I keep my glance fixated on my study book, trying not to do anything awkward or out of the ordinary.

For a while, it's silent. Then Dean looks up with a frown. "Mmm." He mutters. "Mmm, what?" I ask casually, looking up. Dean's suspicious glance lands on me. "Well, Skye, there are five bullets missing from this gun." He explains slowly and holds up the gun I went shooting with. "Sam, any idea where they went?" He asks his little brother, his eyes slightly darkening. "Dude, I was with you the whole time." Sam answers absentmindedly. Then the whole mood changes. Sam looks up with squinted eyes and glances at me. "Oh, you have to be kidding me…" He mutters to himself, his eyes angering.

Dean stands up from his place, frustration in his eyes. "Did you go out shooting again?" He asks me directly. That takes me completely by surprise, both their reactions do. I stare at my brother, my eyes widening. "Skye, answer me. Did you go out shooting again?" Dean repeats, his tone low. I feel goosebumps appear on my skin, I apparently have literally been caught red handed. No point in denying it now. "Uh…" I stammer, trying to buy myself more time. "Jesus, Skye…" Dean exclaims, rubbing a hand over his face. I let out a deep breath and look down at my book. "Look at me!" Dean's harsh snap makes me look back up quickly. "Dean…" I start apprehensively, but Dean's having none of it. "You went out into the woods, practiced there, didn't you?" He asks me directly. I slowly nod at him. "You could have injured someone, Skye!" Dean yells, stalking towards me. "You could have injured yourself!" He points out angrily, stopping right in front of me. "This is the second time, damn it." At that comment I frown and look up at him. "You knew?" I ask him in complete surprise. He chuckles darkly. "Of course, I knew. You really think I wouldn't miss those bullets?" He snaps at me. I let out a soft groan. Who the hell am I kidding, thinking I can sneak around unnoticed. This is Dean, my big brother, who knows me even better then I know myself.

"Why?" Dean demands an answer. "I don't have a choice, do I?" I reply in frustration, standing up from my spot on the couch. If he wants the reason, he'll get it. "Yes, you do. Don't go out shooting." Sam joins the conversation, staring at me angrily. "I have to do something, mister Genius." I spit at him, raising my hands in the air. "You won't freaking teach me!" I point out to them. Dean snarls. "You are absolutely impossible." He throws at me, putting his hands in his sides. "Let me be very clear…" He starts in a dangerous, low voice. I stare at him rebelliously. "This was the last time you will ever shoot a gun. Understand?" He adds, boring his strand eyes into mine. I shake my head shortly, before heaving my eyes to the sky. "Understand?" Dean snaps, grabbing my arm softly, to make me look at him. "Ugh, fine!" I snap back at him, stopping myself from arguing with him. Won't take me anywhere, he's loud and clear.

Dean lets out a deep breath, his expression softening a bit. Before I know it, he has grabbed me and we both collapse on the couch. "Dean!" I yell out in surprise, but don't have time to comprehend what happened. Before I know it, he has hooked his arm around my neck in a valid grip and his knuckles descend on my head, giving me the 'oh so famous' nudgie. "OW! Dean, stop it, you idiot." I grunt at him, struggling in his grip. A smile is already teasing at the corners of my mouth. "You are impossible!" Dean accuses once again, but he changed the mood into playful and soon I'm squealing and laughing. "Stop! G-get off!" I demand through giggles, making him laugh in response. "Stop trying to become a hunter, Skye. I know what you're doing and it's not happening." He tells me with a playful growl, poking and prodding my unprotected sides. I squeal even louder, shaking my head stubbornly. Dean launches in his other 'method' of screwing me and tickles me, making me burst out in laughter. "Sam! Hehehehelp me!" Sam just rolls his eyes at us and continues to do his research. A slight smile on his face, which I haven't seen in a very long time.

Dean eventually stops and lets me go, ruffling my hair. "No more shooting. Not ever." He tells me strictly, to emphasise his point. I roll my eyes, standing up to fix my hair. I know I can't argue with him, so I don't. "Alright, now that's out of the way. Dean, you should take a look at this, Tommy indeed went into the woods a few days ago with a friend." Sam mutters once both me and Dean have settled back down. Dean moves over and squints his eyes at the laptop screen. "Who's Tommy?" I ask, not looking up from my history book. "A guy who disappeared." Is Sam's short answer, his eyes focussed on the scream. "Okay, maybe it's a good plan to go talk to this Haley. See what she thinks…" Dean mumbles, after examining the research. Sam sighs. "Seriously, Dean? The coordinates point to blackwater ridge, so why are we even gonna talk to this girl?" He exclaims. Dean frowns at him. "Because maybe we should know what we walk into, before we actually walk into it." He retorts, frowning at his little brother. "What?" Sam asks drily. "Since when are you all shoot first and ask questions later?" Dean asks him. I pull up my eyebrows, looking up from my book. Sam rolls his eyes, making Dean sigh. "Listen, we will find dad. Right now, we have no idea where to go and we do have some disappearances, and maybe a case." Dean says, his voice rising a bit in frustration. Sam lets out a short breath. "Fine, let's talk to Haley." He agrees after a short silence, standing up.

"Who is Haley?" I ask curiously, dropping my eyes back to my book. I'm trying to sound very uninterested, while still obtaining the information I want to know. "Tommy's sister." Is Dean's short answer. Sam gives me a longer answer. "The sheriff we talked to, told us she's making a fuss about his disappearance. She thinks something is wrong." He tells me, grabbing his jacket and walking through the door. He stops dead in his tracks, turning around to me. "Wait, why don't you come with us?" He asks. Me and Dean react at the same time. "Dude, what?" Dean snaps. I raise my eyebrows. "What?"

Sam turns to Dean. "We obviously don't want her to use a gun, but why not take her with us to talk to a witness?" He suggests, his eyes boring into Dean's. "You still using your brain? Hell no." Dean shuts both him and me down. I let out an annoyed breath, but Sam, in true little brother fashion, isn't letting it go. "Dean, what harm could it do to take her with us? She's going to keep sneaking around, if we don't start to teach her some things. You really think this will be the last time she goes out on her own to explore?" His argument is very valid. "He's right." I mutter, to emphasize his words. Dean growls. "He better not be." He snaps at me, before turning to Sam. Sam raises his eyebrows challengingly. "You don't have to take her, Dean. But I will." He says stubbornly, raising a hand to motion me to come with him. I gladly do so, a warm feeling spreading through me. This is the Sam I know. The big brother, backing me up. Dean shakes his head, before angrily stalking outside. I give Sam a thankful smile, dashing to my jacket and shrugging it on. Sam and I get into the impala with a very grumpy Dean. I completely ignore it, way too happy I'm actually going with them.

We stop at a small house, just outside of the little town. "Sam and I are rangers, we talk." Dean tells me, getting out of the car. I frown. "How am I supposed to get in?" I ask him. He flashes me a grin. "You want to learn? This is how you learn. Improvise." He tells me, before walking away. I chuckle drily. Jackass.

I follow Sam and Dean to the front door. Dean knocks and a girl with brown hair and a tip-tilted nose opens the door. "You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean and this is Sam." Dean starts, pointing his thumb in Sam's direction. "We're rangers from the park service. Ranger Wilconson sent us over. We want to ask you some questions about your brother's disappearance." Sam follows. I watch how the girl suspiciously glances over both my brothers. "Let me see some ID." She tells them after a short silence, making me grin. She's feisty. Good for her.

Dean holds his badge in front of her and she squints at it. "Sure, come in." She mutters, when she's carefully examined both badges. She opens the door a little further. Dean and Sam walk inside and I try to follow them, but Haley stops me. Just like I thought she would. "Who are you? You look a little young to be a ranger." She questions me with a frown. "I'm their sister." I tell her, nudging my head towards my brothers. "I asked if I could come with them, I would like to help." I decide to just be honest with her, not knowing what else could get me in. I don't have any badges and the jackass refused to help me. Haley glances at me, but slowly steps aside. I can't believe my luck and gratefully step inside. Sam gives me a thumbs up proudly, once I've reached the living room.

"So… Tommy is not due back for a while. How do you know something is wrong?" Sam starts, looking through the small living room. A boy is sitting at the table in front of an empty plate, it looks like they were about to eat. "Well, he checks in everyday by cell. He emails photo's an stupid little video's and we haven't heard anything over three days now." Haley explains, emerging from the kitchen. She puts the pot on the table and starts to load the boys plate with food. "Maybe he can't get cell reception?" Sam suggests, but Haley immediately shakes her head. "He's got a satellite phone." She replies, before stalking back into the kitchen. I lean against the doorway and observe what's happening here. It's quite interesting to me, even though it might not seem like much. There are always people that need to be interviewed, in cases. That's where most of the information comes from. That is not always easy, I know that from dad.

"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean joins the conversation with a slight grin. The reaction he gets is fierce, but not unexpected. The boy at the table puts down his fork angrily. "He wouldn't do that!" He exclaims in frustration. Dean turns around, only noticing the boy just now. "I apologize, he did not mean it like that." I tell the boy at the table kindly. He stares at me before shrugging, picking up his fork. I can feel Dean's eyes bore into me, but ignore it. That wasn't very subtle of him, he should know better than to judge someone's situation without all the information.

Haley returns from the kitchen with more food and shoots a reassuring smile at the boy. Then she glances at Sam. "Our parents are gone, it's just my two brothers and me." She explains. I have to conceal my knowing smile. I know what that feels like.

Sam decides to change the subject, before anyone else get's mad and throws this investigation into the water. "Haley, can I see the pictures he sent you?" He asks slowly. Haley nods, walking towards her computer in the left corner of the room. She opens a file and a lot of pictures come up. I move from my position, to be able to see it. Haley shows us a couple of pictures of Tommy in a tent and then a video comes along. She plays it. As Tommy is talking happily, I see Sam's eyes widen. He clearly saw something, something I didn't. I squint my eyes back at the video, but from all I can tell, it looks normal.

"Well, we'll find your brother, we're headed to blackwater ridge anyway." Dean tells Haley, when she shut down her computer. "Well, don't bother. I'm gonna go down there myself. We hired a guide to take us tomorrow morning." She tells Dean and sighs when she sees his disapproving look. "I can't sit down any longer, while he's out there." She adds a little harsher. "I guess I know how you feel." Dean mumbles after a little silence and I bow my head. I'm sure that was about dad.

After Sam asked Haley to send him the photo's, we leave. I say a quiet goodbye to Haley. I feel for her, she looks so desperate. I can't really blame her, for going out into blackwater ridge. I would do exactly the same. Hell, I would probably already be there.

Sam, Dean and me get back to the car and Sam opens his laptop as soon as he's seated. "What about 'we do the talking', did you not understand?" Dean asks me, irritated. "Well, you were quite rude." I retort at him, making his eyes darken. "Will you ever, just for once, listen to me?" He asks me, letting out an exaggerated breath. I chuckle drily, but decide not to answer. He's not going to like the answer.

"Okay, from all the attacks, they go back to around fifty years ago, there was one survivor. Just a kid, barely crawled out of the woods alive." Sam interrupts our conversation. Dean glances at him. "Is there a name?" He asks, starting the car. Sam nods, closing his laptop. "Good. We'll drop Skye off and see what he can tell us." He suggests. I sigh, so much for my hunting adventure. I don't go into discussion, not wanting to test Dean any more. It was a damn miracle he let Sam talk him into taking me. I am going to leave it at that.

I let them drop me off and after receiving a warning, knowing look from Dean, I watch them drive away. The guns are still in the motel room. For a moment, I think about going out to shoot again, just to smite Dean. It won't do anything, though. I get inside, drop down on the couch and grab a study book. My mind is still with Haley. That was interesting to observe. How they obtained the information they needed. How they play their part as fake, government officials. It's lying, but on the next level. It's impressive.

It's ten p.m., when Sam and Dean return. They do not look happy. "What happened?" I ask in curiosity, watching Sam take place behind his laptop as soon as he enters the room. "Man was traumatized. Said this thing came and tore their whole camp apart. It roared like no bear or human ever could, it's speed was incredible. This is definitely not bears, we're dealing with something quite different." Dean explains shortly, grabbing dad's journal. I watch them with raised eyebrows, as they try to figure out what is going on. Sam on his laptop, Dean spitting through dad's journal.

"Wow…" Sam mumbles after a while and Dean glances at him. "You guys got to see this." Sam continues in an urgent tone. Both Dean and me jump from our positions and move behind Sam. Sam plays the video Haley sent him, he slowed it down. We watch how Tommy happily talks about his adventures. Then I see it. My eyes widen, while Dean lets out a groan. There is something moving, behind Tommy's tent. A black shadow that is going incredibly fast.
"Alright, that's it. We're going to blackwater ridge tomorrow." Dean announces, stepping away. Sam turns around in his seat. "Dean, we have no idea what this thing is…" He starts apprehensively, but Dean interrupts him. "It has killed enough. We'll figure it out along the way." Sam huffs. "Yeah, fine. But uh… Skye?" Sam questions with raised eyebrows. Dean turns in confusion, putting the journal down. "What about her?" He asks Sam, glancing at me. I shrug at him, having no clue what Sam's on about.

Sam chuckles drily, shaking his head. "Let me get this straight. You want to go into blackwater ridge, for who knows how long, and leave Skye here?" He points out incredulously. Dean's eyes widen slowly. I raise my arms in protest. "I am not…" I start profusely, but Sam hushes me. "Damn it." Dean exclaims with a slight growl, glancing at me once again. "Well… What do you suggest?" He then asks Sam, completely ignoring how this conversation is about me, with me standing right in front of them.

Sam stays silent, clearly thinking about the options. I take my chance. "Take me with you." I loudly suggest, crossing my arms. I ignore the twinge of excitement in my stomach and look from Dean to Sam. I would love literally nothing more, than for them to take me with them.

Dean snorts at my proposal. "Absolutely not. No freaking way. Put that out of your head." He shuts me down without even thinking about it. Sam raises his eyebrows. "So, we are going to leave her here? While we go out into the woods? We wouldn't even know if we would come out of these woods alive, Dean. She'll be here. Alone…" I can see what Sam's trying to do and I appreciate him for it. He's once again on my side. Dean's face darkens, as he stares at Sam. "I mean, we don't even know what we're hunting yet. This could be anything, from something minor to something major." He adds. "I am not taking her, Sam." Dean snarls, but I can see a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "That is like asking for problems. She…" He adds, but doesn't continue with his sentence. I slowly take a step forward, wary of my brothers anger. "Dean, I will be fine." I start slowly. "I will be right behind you the entire time. I promise." I add, taking another step forward. Dean keeps staring at Sam in fury. "Dean…" I reach for my brother and put my hands on his tense shoulders. "I will be fine. You and Sam are there, right?" My tone is pleading. Dean shakes his head frantically, his eyes turning to me. He's trying desperately to keep me safe, but has no idea how to. This situation is different. When we were still with dad, one of them was always with me. Mostly Dean, but I was always safe in a motel or hotel or rental house. Now, now it's just them. His protectiveness is annoying the hell out of me, but I understand how he's feeling.

"Dean, I will not stay behind on this one. Sam is right. What if you go in there, get killed and I am here…" My voice actually cracks, real emotions entering my heart. I would not be able to get through that. Having my brothers literally risk their lives in the woods, trying to safe these people, while I am here. Alone in this motel, worrying every second of every minute they were gone. They wouldn't even be able to contact me…

Dean looks back at Sam, his features having softened. "Dude, it will be fine." Sam reassures him, getting up from his seat. "I will not let her out of my sight. I promise." He adds, throwing me a warily glance. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I will be perfectly fine. Dean lets out a very deep breath, glancing from me to Sam. Then back to me, his glance lingering. "Fine." He grumbles. My stomach makes a flip with excitement, now that it's confirmed I will accompany them on this hunt. I'm about to squeal in joy, but Dean grabs both my shoulders with an urgent look. "You will not put yourself into any danger. Skye, you'll listen directly to anything me or Sam tells you." He orders. I nod feverishly at him, I'll agree to anything right now. "And if something happens… so God help me…" Is his next worried whisper, before wrapping his arms around me tightly. "I'll be fine, Dean." I grunt as I'm getting crushed against his chest.

I sleep in one of the beds that night. Dean takes the couch. Sam offered to take the couch, but Dean insisted he'd sleep on the crappy sofa without pillows. I let them decide, happy I got the bed. In the middle of the night I wake up, suddenly. As I shoot into sitting position, it's immediately clear what woke me. Sam is tossing and turning in the bed beside me, his breathing rapid. I let out a soft breath and glance at the couch. To my surprise, Dean's not there. I shake my head and slowly climb out of my bed, wincing when Sam makes another strangled noise. "Sam…" I whisper, walking over and sitting down on the edge of his bed, the mattress bending under my weight. "Sam, wake up." I try again when I get no reaction. I grab his shoulders and give them a shake. Sam stirs. Then his eyes fly open wide. In a sudden move, he sits up, awakening brutally from his nightmare. The sudden movement makes me jump and our heads almost collide. "Hey! Hey, it's me." I tell him urgently, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Sweat is trickling down Sam's forehead, as his mind wraps itself about the reality. Sam's eyes soften and he lets out a shaky breath, shaking his head. "Sorry I woke you up." He apologizes, trying to lie back down. I stop him. "It's okay. It was a dream." I tell him, my eyes soft. Trying to make the situation better for him, without actually knowing what to do. Sam's reacting in a way I had not expected. He grabs my arm, pulls me towards him and before I know it, he's crushing me to his chest. "You will be fine, Sam." I mutter into his chest, trying to be comforting. Trying not to make it awkward, even though it feels awkward to be hugged by him. I have never been as good at this as Dean is, but Sam is still my brother.

I inhale Sam's scent, before struggling slightly in his grip. "Come on, Sam. Let's go back to sleep." I suggest. Sam unwraps me, nodding slightly. He shifts in his position and leans his back against the headboard of the bed, combing a hand through his sweaty hair. He probably wants do anything but sleep right now. "Can we talk?" He asks me. I glance at him. "Sure." I mutter, slowly moving under the covers with him. "Whacha want to talk about?" I ask, stopping for a second to yawn. Sam chuckles, when I lean my head against his pillow and rub my sleepy eyes. A silence rises between us, and I can feel the tension in the air. "Can we talk about… You know…" Sam mutters at the same time I close my eyes. They fly back open. "Sam, I don't think…" I start, but he interrupts me. "Skye, we have been postponing this talk for weeks now." He informs me. It is true, he's right. I shake my head. I am not willing to talk with him right now, while he is in such bad shape. Sam proceeds anyways. "Just listen to me, okay?" He tries. I slowly nod, curiosity winning the battle. I am very curious to what he has to say to me about all this.

"I… I left, Skye. I know I left and that that night was not only a bad night for me…" He starts, clearing his throat. "I just, I need to explain to you what happened. Because your anger at me, even though it is justified, is not entirely fair." He continues, making me frown. "When I left, the only thing on my mind, was to get away. Get away from dad, as fast as I could. Which is the reason, why I did not pick up any of Dean's calls that night." Sam inhales deeply. "I went after my dream, Skye. I went to college and for the first time in a while, I was free. Really free. I had the most amazing time there." I try not to flinch at those words. As true as they might be, it stings to know he was happy while we were not. "However…" Sam starts, glancing down at me. "I have realized something, over the past few weeks. Something I did not see before and is probably the reason why I stayed away, without any contact." I glance up at Sam in curiosity. "You were right. When you yelled at me that Dean and you never said to stay away, you were right. The only thing that kept ringing in my head, was dad yelling at me not to come back. It kept me from calling you, or Dean. Because…" I interrupt him, leaning back so I can look at him fully. "You were scared me and Dean felt the same way…" I mutter, realization hitting me. "I… Skye, I could not even look at myself. I left and…" Sam seems to have difficulty continuing and I understand that. This is the first time he has probably talked about this. At least with me. My anger has faded away, now I have heard the real, true reason Sam never came back. I can understand that quite easily.

I let out a deep sad breath and don't know what to say to him. "Look…" I start slowly. "Yes, you left. I always understood that, you know. And now, now I also understand why you didn't come back. I just… One year and a half, is a long time…" I try to explain my perspective to him, but the words get stuck in my throat. "I can't even imagine…" Sam starts, but also stops talking. I look up at him, ignoring the burning sadness in my throat. "I looked for you, Sam." I start, sounding like a five year old. I hate it, but I have to tell him this. "I missed you… I did not know where you were…"

Sam clears his throat as he listens to that, his eyes watery. He wraps a strong arm around my shoulder as a reaction and I have to admit that this is the first time in a long time I feel close to him again. Actually close to him. It only makes me sadder. "I have no excuses for abandoning you, Skye…" Sam starts in a whisper, heaving his eyes to the ceiling. "I left, and even though I had the right to, I… I never should have abandoned you and Dean like I did…" I let out a slow breath. It was out now, all on the table. Which is a good thing, even though it doesn't feel good. "I remember what you yelled at me, on that case where you guys came to get me. That I didn't care. I think that was the night I understood how you felt. You don't even know how much I do care, Skye. And you truly believed…" I shake my head, interrupting him. "I know you care." I tell him, shaking my head. I should not have screamed those words at him and I deeply regret them, especially right now. "Yeah." Is Sam's short answer, before deciding to wrap this conversation up and settle the score. He tightens his grip around my shoulder and glances down at me. "Can you forgive me?" That sentence almost makes my burning eyes spill, but I hold back. I stare at him in silence, before nodding my head slowly. I already did. Sam lets out a relieved sigh and I'm buried into his embrace once again. A big wave of relief washes over me. It's done now, it's over. I can finally let it go.

The next morning I wake up in confusion. I am lying in Sam's bed, his warm body right next to me. He looks soundly asleep, one of his arms spread out across my stomach. With a slight smile, I carefully remove his arm and get out of the bed. The conversation I had with him last night, is coming back to me. I am okay, and Sam is going to be okay too. Most importantly, we were okay again.

"Morning, pup." Dean's voice grabs my attention. I turn around, to see him on the other side of the room. He has returned from wherever he was, and is packing his bag. "Where were you last night?" I ask him groggily, frowning when his smile brightens. "Out." He answers me carefully. "Yeah mister obvious, that I figured." I retort, making him grin at me. "He got laid." Sam's sleepy voice joins the conversation and I scrunch up my face upon, when I see Dean's chuckle. "Maybe, maybe not." He retorts. "Ew." I shiver. "So, you guys talked." Dean points out, stuffing a sweater into his bag. "Yeah, we're good." Sam answers, smiling at me.

When we're ready to leave, Dean checks us out. Sam and I wait in the car. Sam is back to researching this case, trying to find what moves as fast as lightning and roars like no man of animal ever could. I watch him with interest. He comes across a load of crap on the internet, but there are a few sites that could possibly lead somewhere. Maybe even to an answer.

Dean returns and speeds off. As we drive away, I realize what I'm getting into here. I'm joining in, on a hunt. Three weeks ago, I had never seen anything supernatural and knew close to nothing about it. Now, I'm in a car, on my way to save a few people from a monster, having had my first encounter with the supernatural. It's hard to grasp, but it makes me smile widely. This definitely helps my long term plan, to become a hunter.

The drive is short. Dean finds the entrance to the forest and parks the impala. I look at the massive forest in front of me. Trees are thick and packed together, not letting very much sunlight in. It looks quite impressive. Then I notice the other car that's parked there. Haley is getting out of it, together with her little brother. They look well provided and have backpacks and everything with them. I chuckle. Here we are, all in jeans and our usual clothing.

As Haley had told us, there is a guide present. Dean huffs in annoyance. The guide looks like a busty man, who could make it hard for us to do what we have to do. A guide will be no match for whatever we're fighting here. Especially not an ignorant one.

I get out of the car and wave shortly at Haley. She smiles sadly at me and grabs her brothers shoulder. "What in God's name would dad even be doing here?" I whisper to Dean, as he locks the car. "I don't think he is here." He whispers back, confirming what Sam said to him yesterday. "The coordinates are here somewhere, right?" I retort. "Yes, but look at this forest. If dad's here, then I have even more questions then before." Dean tells me shortly, before stalking away. Me and Sam follow him. We start our hike into the forest, following Haley and her guide.

Dean stalks forward after a while, to talk to Roy, the guide. To be honest, it's not really talking, it's sneering and teasing him. He gets put back in his place by a bear trap, though. Roy saw it just in time. I snigger, when Dean falls back in disappointment.

During the hike, Haley seems to get more and more suspicious of us. She keeps observing us, throwing us confused glances. When Dean gets in her reach, she grabs him by his jacket. "You guys are not wearing hunting clothes. You don't have anything with you, but that weird duffle bag. You are not rangers. Who the hell are you?" She snaps at him. Dean exchanges a quick look with Sam. Sam nods at him and grabs my shoulder, leading me on with Roy and Haley's brother. "Is he going to tell her?" I ask him curiously. Sam shakes his head. "No, we will only do that when it's completely necessary. Now, he's just telling her what she needs to hear, nothing more." He answers me. I shrug, walking on.

The hike through the forest is rather beautiful. I enjoy the fresh air around me. I walk next to Sam for a while, but when I turn sideways to ask him something, he's not there anymore. Haley's brother is, though. I hadn't even noticed. I clear my throat, looking at him. "Hi." I mutter awkwardly. "Hey." Is his short reply. I realize this is the first time I've heard him speak at all. "I'm Skye." I introduce myself, trying to break the ice a little. The boy smiles shortly at me. "I'm Rick." I glance at him sympathetically. "How are you holding up, Rick?" I can imagine how he must feel right now, since his big brother is missing. Rick shrugs and heaves his eyes to the sky. "I don't know…" He admits to me. I nod. "Yeah, I get it. We'll find your brother, though." I try to reassure him. He glances at me. "How are you so sure?" He retorts, throwing a frustrated glance at Roy, the guide. I smile and point towards Sam, who's walking in front of me. "Because my brothers are exceptionally good hunters." I tell him, knowing the word 'hunter' wouldn't mean anything else to him, but hunting animals.

"Skye!" Sam interrupts my conversation with Rick abruptly, and I quickly speed up. "What?" I ask him when I reach him, his tone sounded urgent. Sam raises his hands in the air. "We're at exactly 35-111." He informs me, his eyes flashing around him. I freeze. Those are the exact coordinates dad left in the journal. I look around swiftly, but I don't see anything that looks like dad. Neither does Sam. Dean pulls us aside and puts his finger in the air, looking around through the trees. "Do you hear that?" He whispers. We all listen, to the complete silence. "Not even crickets." Sam answers apprehensively, reaching for my arm. I take an annoyed step back, looking around. In a forest as huge as this one, it is very weird there are no sounds of animals anywhere. We have probably arrived in the creatures territory.

"Let's take a look around." Roy mutters from behind us. Sam turns his head. "You shouldn't go alone." He points out. Roy sniggers sarcastically. "Oh that's sweet." He reacts with a sneer, before stalking away. Sam sighs and looks at me. "Stay close." He tells me, then turns around. We walk through the clearing and I glance through the trees. I cannot see anything suspicious yet. All I see, is a forest. Trees, everywhere I look.

"Haley, HERE." Roy's yell disrupts the silence and startles me. Sam spins around and motions me to follow him. We both run towards Roy's voice, it came from somewhere east of us. It doesn't take long, before we stumble upon a small clearing. The clearing isn't empty. Shredded tents are scattered all around. I skid to a halt, the hairs on my back standing up. The small camp that once stood here, is completely destroyed. I take a hesitant step forward, my breath caught in my throat. There is blood, everywhere. On the tents, the ground, inside the tents…

"O my god…" Haley exclaims desperately, glancing around in panic. Roy sadly shakes his head. "Looks like a grizzly." He states, his eyes on the shredded tents. I look sideways and watch Dean stalk through the camp, his eyes flashing around in every direction. He's observing, looking for clues. Any clue that can give him a direction into what did this. Maybe it was indeed a grizzly…

"Tommy?" Haley's yell makes me jolt and my head flashes to the left. "TOMMY!" Haley screams, looking through the trees anxiously. Her voice echoes through the clearing, making way too much noise. She goes on to run outside of the clearing, repeating her brother's name over and over. The loud noises are giving me chills. "Hey. Haley! Hey…" Sam rushes forward and grabs her arm, pulling her back to the centre. He hushes her, shaking his head swiftly. "Something might still be out there…" He tells her, looking up and scanning through the trees.

"Sam!" Now its Dean's voice that echoes through the clearing. When I look around, I realize he's not here with us. His voice came from the trees and bushes right of us. Sam looks at me with an urgent look. "Stay here." He tells me strictly, before he runs towards Dean's voice. Leaving me behind, with Haley and Rick.

I let out a soft breath and look around. I'm surprised with myself, I am still quite calm. Yes, seeing the destroyed camp was pretty heavy, but I think I'm okay. I hear Haley whimper and approach her, trying to support her.

Sam and Dean return with confused looks and walk right over to me. "This was no skin walker of black dog, their bodies were dragged away. We found drag marks." Sam hisses at me, trying to be discreet. "Weird thing is, they vanish a little to the north." Dean adds. I frown, looking at him. "They vanish?" I ask, letting my eyes scan the area around me once again. Sam opens his mouth to react, but turns around when he hears a strangled whimper. Haley is crouching to the ground and reaches for a destroyed satellite phone. It's barely visible, between the dirt and leaves. "This was Tommy's." She whispers slowly. Sam walks over to her, to examine the phone and to comfort her. As I see Haley, I realize I'm not as okay as I thought I was. What kind of grizzly bear drags his victims away and then disappears? What kind of grizzly bear destroys satellite phones… Its definitely not a grizzly bear, this looks like the doing of a highly dangerous monster. It completely destroyed this camp and its owners, as far as I can tell right now. I let out a shaky breath, nerves flaring up. Dean seems to notice, because he walks up to me and puts a securing hand on my shoulder. "Relax, pup. We're going to be fine." He whispers to me. "I know." Is my snarky answer. "Hey, what did you tell Haley when she pulled you apart this morning?" I ask him, trying to change the subject. "That I'm here, with my little brother and sister, to find our dad." Dean answers me slowly and looks around at Haley, who's still standing with Sam. "Tommy can still be alive, don't lose hope." I hear Sam tell her softly. Haley does seem to get comfort out of that.

"HELP."

I jolt in surprise and whirl around. That scream came from out of the woods. A strangled cry for help. Nerves swirl through me as I search the trees with my eyes. Haley's reaction to the scream is humongous, her whole body reacts to it. Telling me that scream might have been Tommy's voice.

Tension is heavy in the air. "Stay close." Dean orders me softly, pulling out his gun. Roy makes the first move and bolts out of the camp, towards the area the scream came from. As stupid as that action is, I cannot blame him. He's a guide, probably trained in rescuing stranded civilians. He heard a cry coming from the woods, its his duty to help. "Damnit." Dean growls, before sprinting after Roy. I follow him instantly, directly into the thick trees in front of me. Haley and Rick are right behind me, running with all their might.

I try to keep my breathing in check as I run through the forest as hard as I can, trying to find the location the scream came from. At the same time, I try to follow Dean and Sam. Sam skids to a sudden halt, his gaze suspicious. He's looking at the thick trees around us. I, grateful we can stop running, double over to catch my breath.

"It sounded like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley pants, leaning against a tree in an attempt to gain het breath back. Her eyes are hopelessly flashing around, trying to find a sign, any sign, of Tommy. She comes up empty and looks at my brothers for help. Sam is walking around, Dean is glancing at me, concern very clear in his eyes. I glare at him. I wish they would stop worrying about me so much. I know that will never happen, but I am sixteen and quite able to take care of myself.

"Everybody, back to camp." Sam orders after a swift look through the dark trees. We all start heading our way back to the camp. Something tells me that that scream might not have been from Tommy, but from the creature, who's trying to mislead us. I haven't heard of any creature that can do that though. But then again, I don't know very much about the monsters out in this world. This would also mean, that the monster is closer to us than we thought. As much as I don't want to admit it, that scares me. As long as we don't know what we're dealing with, we don't know how to destroy it. Or how to even find Tommy.

When we get back to camp, it's clear why we were led away from it. My backpack is gone and so is Haley's. I whirl around to look at Sam, but thank god he's still carrying the duffle bag. They know better than to just leave it hanging around. Which is good, it means we still have our weapons.

"Well crap, my bag is gone. There is some nut job in the woods that just stole our luggage. So much for my GPS." Roy sighs and crouches down to the ground, looking at the dirt to find some traces of who could have done this. He's looking for a footprint, while he should looking for claws or something. As the word claws comes to my mind, I realise that I did see claws. There were claw marks on the trees, when we were running through the woods. A lot of them. I didn't think anything of it, until now.

"Dean." I yell to my brother. He stalks towards me instantly. "Did you see those claw marks on the trees?" I ask him in a whisper. His eyes narrow. "Sammy saw it too." He informs me, glancing around at the trees surrounding us. "What…" I start to ask, but am abruptly interrupted by Haley.

"What the hell is going on?" She exclaims from the middle of the camp, looking completely lost.

"We need to talk in private." Sam hushes to me. Dean and I follow him into the woods, a little further from camp. I look around to be sure nobody followed us, before turning my attention back on Sam. "Give me the journal." Sam mutters. Dean grabs the journal from his jacket, handing it to him. Sam opens it and ruffles through it, stopping on one of the last pages. The page is completely full with dad's tiny handwriting, and there's a creature drawn on the left side. It looks like some sort of skeleton. "Sam, what is that?" I ask him in confusion, when I see Dean look at Sam sceptically. "That Skye, is a wendigo." Dean answers me, looking at Sam with a shake of his head. "But, come on, Sam. I have never heard of a wendigo this far west." He argues. Sam shakes his head. "I know, but think about it, Dean. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice..." He starts slowly. Dean's eyes widen. "Well, great! Then this is useless." He exclaims in frustration and puts his gun back behind his belt, putting the other hand protectively on my shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, but what does a 'wendigo' do?" I ask, confused by the way they are acting. Like a serial killer is loose in these woods. Which is probably true, except not in human form.

"Not now, Skye. We got to get these people to safety!" Sam urgently states. Dean nods in agreement, turning around. "Okay, people, time to go. Things have definitely become... more complicated." Sam announces loudly, as he walks back into camp. "Hey, don't worry, kid. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy tells Sam, turning around with a sceptic look on his face.

"Listen, Roy, if you shoot at it, it's just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now!" Sam tells him in frustration. I take a step forward, ready to back up my brother. We all knew Roy was going to cause problems, from the moment we saw him. Roy indeed looks offended and takes a step towards Sam. "One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you are in no place to bark orders." He snaps angrily, pointing his finger at Sam. "Hey!" I yell at him, but Dean puts a hand on my shoulder and pulls me back. "Don't." He simply orders. I fall back, realizing he's right. I can't make any difference here.

"We never should have come here in the first place, alright. We're trying to protect you." Sam explains, a little less harsh. It will be hard to make amends with Roy, the busty hunter.

"Protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight." Roy sneers, walking up to Sam, looking furious. "Dean, stop him." I urge to Dean. Dean ignores me, he's staring at Roy with a violent expression on his face. "Oh yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter…" Sam starts, looking Roy right in his eyes. "And it's going to hunt you down and eat you alive, if we don't get your stupid, sorry ass out of here." He finishes. Roy laughs, right in his face. "You know you're crazy, right?" He starts with a sickening grin. Dean growls in frustration. "Yeah? Did you ever hunt a..." Sam yells, but both Dean and Haley decide this is the best moment to interrupt. "Hey! Chill out." Dean growls, pushing Sam aside, away from Roy, looking at him angrily. Sam lets out a deep breath, his face filled with fury. "Just stop! Everybody, stop. My brother might still be alive and I'm not leaving here without him." Haley calls out in frustration. I sigh, that's what I thought she would say. I can't really blame her either, I would have done exactly the same thing.

Sam and Dean exchange looks. Then Dean sighs. "It's getting late..." He mumbles and points at the darkening sky above us. "This thing is a damn good hunter at day, but it's even better at night." He explains, glancing at me swiftly. If they're staying, so am I. Since the wendigo seems to be a pretty scary monster, I bet they don't like it.

We settle in camp. Sam is sitting on a log, east of the tents, probably trying to make sense of the situation. Dean is filling in Haley and her brother. He doesn't bother telling Roy about the wendigo, Roy won't believe us anyway. Haley seems to, though.

Soon the sun has gone down and we've made a fire. Around the fire, it's pitch black. We really wouldn't have any chance against the wendigo right now. I can't even see past the trees. Haley and her little brother are talking in hushed voices. Dean has stopped talking to them and is now carving circles into the ground, all around the camp. I watch him from my position by the fire, just as curious as the rest.

"What's that?" Haley asks. Dean looks up. "Religious symbols. The wendigo won't be able to cross them." He states, ignoring Roy's snort. He carves the last symbol and then walks over to me. "Let's talk to Sam." He hushes to me and I get up. We make our way over to Sam, who's still sitting on the tree log. I sit down next to him and Dean crouches down in front of him. "So, you want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean starts off the conversation, after a short silence. Sam sighs. "Dean..." He starts in exhaustion, but Dean doesn't let him finish. "No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man. This is not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" His tone is strict and makes me chuckle. He's sure right about that. Sam doesn't react and stares at the darkness around us. I grab his arm and link mine through it. "Sam…" I mutter softly to him, wanting him to talk. Sam and Dean are both not very good at talking about feelings, emotions or about the things that go on in their minds. I don't really blame them for that. Dad never listened to anything that had to do with 'emotion crap', as he liked to call it. He always told us, especially Sam, that emotions should be pushed back. No job can be done with emotions and silly feelings in the way. It only messes with your head.

Sam glances sideways at me and slowly drapes his arm around my shoulder. "I don't…" He starts, but stops and glances at Dean with a troubled expression. "Dad's not here. We know this. He would have left either a message or a sign…" He continues after a tense silence. Dean nods, we all know he is right about that. Dad's not here, he probably never was. "Then what are we doing here? Let's get these people to safety and find dad." Sam reacts to his brothers nod. He makes an attempt to stand up, but Dean puts his hand on Sam's chest and pushes him back down. When Sam glares at him in confusion, he reaches inside his jacket and grabs Dad's journal. "We're still here because of this, Sam. This journal is dad's most valuable possession and now 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." He explains. I smile slightly. Sounds like a brilliant plan to me.

"That makes no sense, why doesn't he just call us..." Sam mumbles in frustration. I grab his arm in support, that has been a question of mine since dad disappeared. Picking up your phone to check in on your children, normally isn't a very difficult thing to do. "Dad has his reasons, Sam." Is Dean's explanation. Sam lets out a frustrated growl, which I totally agree with. I hate those kind of answers, but it's all we've got right now. Another tense silence rises in the air. I bow my head, not sure what to do. Dean looks at Sam patiently, waiting for him to say what he really wants to say. He does, eventually.

"Dean, I know you want to hunt. Have to hunt. But, I have to find dad. I have to find Jessica's killer." Sam whispers, sounding sad. Dean flinches slightly at his tone. "How do you do it? Dad's gone and we have no idea where he is or if he's even okay. That damn thing is gone and took Jess with him. How do you do it? How do you stay sane?" Sam wants to know, glancing from Dean to me and back to Dean. Dean sighs, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I know it's hard, Sam, but we'll find dad and we'll get that thing. I promise. But, in the mean time, I want to kill as many sons of bitches as possible. And I need you with me. I need you both with me." He says earnestly, looking into his little brother's eyes. "Yeah, Sam, you still got us." I tell him, joining in the conversation and promising him my support. Sam looks down at me with a slight smile. "I know, I know." He whispers to me. He turns his head towards Haley and her little brother, who are sitting by the fire, trying to keep themselves warm. "We're doing it for them too, you know." Dean starts, following Sam's gaze. "I mean, our family is so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others." He adds. I chuckle, that's one way of putting it. Sam's about to say something, but gets very rudely interrupted.

"HELP ME."

There is that damn voice again, screaming through the forest. Sounding human, and hurt. Everyone reacts at once, jumping up from their semi relaxed places. The scream echoes through camp again, but this time a lot closer. I know whatever it is can't get into the camp, but it's still quite nerve wrecking. "Well, that's no grizzly." I hear Roy mutter in confusion, as he looks around. "It's trying to draw us out, stay put." Dean orders in a sharp voice, grabbing my arm. His eyes flashing around the camp anxiously. "Stay behind us, no matter what." He whispers to me. I nod feverishly.

The rustling of the bushes and trees in front of us, makes us all look up. "It's here." Dean announces, taking a step back and pulling me with him. I see Haley's trying to hush her brother, while Roy is aiming his gun. The idiot is preparing to shoot. He does, a few moments later. The bangs echoes through the clearing and a whining sound, right in front of the camp, erupts through the silence.

"I hit it." Roy yells in victory, before bolting out of the camp, following the sounds of the 'hurt' wendigo. "Roy , NO!" Dean yells. He turns around in panic. "Don't move." He snaps at me, before sprinting after Roy. "Sam!" I yell, when Sam too, moves towards the edge of the camp. He firmly shakes his head at me. "Stay here." He commands, before running after Dean. I let out a panicked breath. Haley puts a hand on my shoulder. "No." She simply says, and pulls me with her towards the tents.
Anxiously, we wait and we wait. I start to get more worried with the second. What if they got hurt? When I can't possibly wait any longer, thankfully both Sam and Dean return. They're panting and sweating, as they sprint back into the camp. "Roy is nowhere to be seen." Sam mutters, as I run towards them. "Do not run off without me!" I accuse in frustration, relief filling my veins. "Pup, it's okay. Creature's gone." Dean tells me reassuringly, only pissing me off. "I don't care about the creature, Dean." I yell at him, crossing my arms. Dean rolls his eyes a that obvious lie and pushes past me, moving towards Haley and Rick. "What happened?" I ask Sam, as I can't hear what Dean is telling Haley and her brother. "We think the wendigo caught him. Don't know if he's dead, but still..." Sam mutters worriedly. "Stupid Roy." I mutter and walk up towards Dean and Haley. "What do we do now?" Haley cries out, looking absolutely terrified. "Well, we go to sleep now, cause in the night we don't stand a chance against this thing." Dean mutters. Haley looks at him, completely stunned. "I can't go to sleep now, I have to find Tommy." She protests, wrapping an arm around her brother. "Listen, Haley, we will find Tommy. I promise. If we go now, the wendigo will eat us all alive and there will be five dead bodies next to where Tommy is. We have to wait till daylight." Dean explains, glancing at Sam for support. "Haley, the wendigo won't be able to get in this camp, we have completely protected it. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow, we'll do everything we can to find Tommy." He backs Dean up. Haley sighs, but eventually shrugs and walks towards the fire. Her brother follows her blindly.

"Come on." Dean whispers to me. We make our way towards the tents. Sam hands me a shredded blanket and I warily take it. It's only then, that I realize how cold it actually is and that I'm shivering from head to toe. Sam gives two other blankets to Haley and her brother, before taking the red blanket from me and wrapping it around my shoulders. "Go to sleep." He whispers to me. I turn around. Dean is sitting against a tree, west of the camp, and I walk towards him. I sit down and lean against his warm body. "How are you holding up?" Dean asks me in his rough voice. "I'm fine. Stop worrying." I answer him shortly, rolling my eyes. There's no way in hell I will tell him how scared I actually was, with the Wendigo that close. Dean chuckles drily. "Never." He replies in true big brother fashion, before wrapping one of his arms around me. That's how I manage to fall asleep, with his body heat keeping me warm.

I get woken up by Sam, the next morning. He looks exhausted, he probably didn't sleep at all. Again. "Come on, wake up." He mumbles, shaking me gently. I open my eyes and squint at the bright sunlight, streaming through the trees. Groggily, I sit up and look behind me, but there's just a tree. Ah, that's why my whole body aches. "Dean is over there." Sam points towards the burned out fire. I stand up and together with Sam, I walk over to Haley, her brother and Dean. The fire has gone out and Dean and Haley are talking in soft voices. "Okay, it's time to kill this son of a bitch." Sam concludes, when we're all standing together. Dean looks up with a grin. "Well, hell, you know I'm in." He says. Haley nods, to her it doesn't matter how it happens. She just wants her brother back.

"Okay, listen closely." Sam starts and grabs dad's journal, flipping through it, until he reached the right page. "Wendigo is a Cree Indian word, it means 'evil that devours'." He explains. Dean joins the conversation. "They're hundreds of years old, each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, sometimes a frontiersman or a miner." He adds. Haley frowns, glancing at me. I shrug, I'm hearing this for the first time as well.

"So, what happened?" Haley asks. Dean looks up. "Well, it's always the same. It starts during a harsh winter and the guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help." He starts to explain, grabbing something out of the duffle bag while doing so. I scrunch up my face, I feel like I know where this is going. "So, he's forced into cannibalism. Eating other members from his tribe, or camp." Dean adds. I let out a soft groan. That's what I thought. "Cultures from all over the world believe, that it gives a person like that certain abilities. Speed, strength and immortality." Sam nods and Dean turns back around. "If you eat enough of it, over the years you become this... this less that human thing. You're always hungry." He finishes and his eyes slowly glance over the camp. "So, if this is true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asks in a small voice. Dean sighs deeply and looks at Sam, who nods. "You're not gonna like it." Dean admits and Haley's face hardens. "Tell me." She insists. "More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it's awake, it hides it's victims, while they're alive. It stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants." He explains. That just made the whole story even more gruesome. "If your brother's still alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark and safe. So, we got to track it down there." Dean nudges Sam. "And how do we stop it?" I ask, when I see them exchange a few looks. "Well, guns are useless and so are knives." Sam tells me in a hushed voice. Dean nods, holding up what he grabbed out of the duffle bag earlier. "So, basically we have to torch the sucker." He finishes and grimaces, holding up a flame thrower. His glance hardens and he moves towards me. "This is going to be one hell of a hunt. Stay right behind me." He starts. I look up at him, biting back my snarky remark. He's very serious. "And please, Skye… Please, don't do anything stupid." Dean adds, his glare almost desperate. I chuckle darkly. "Why, I never do anything stupid." I retort and the corners of Dean's mouth twitch upwards. "Promise?" He asks urgently. I nod, realizing this situation is no joking matter. This wendigo basically grabs his victims, stores them somewhere dark, and keeps them alive so he can feast on them whenever he wants. That is a very unpleasant, painful death that I do not desire.

We regroup and all grab our bags. Sam holds on tightly to the duffle bag, while Dean has the flamethrower inside his pocket. I inhale deeply. This is going to be dangerous. Part of me wishes I was back at the motel room. Any motel room, actually. Anywhere, but here. At the same time, the excitement is rushing through me. This is what it's all about, and the danger only makes it more of a challenge. I love challenges. The first glance into the life I will live, the hunter life. It has been nothing but interesting, dangerous and exciting. So much so, that the occasional fear is not that bad.

"Follow us." Dean announces. Together we step out of the protected camp and hike through the woods. Dean's eyes are flashing around, trying to register if the wendigo is here. Sam keeps looking back at me and Haley. After a short time, he decides to start walking behind us so he can be absolutely sure nothing will happen, without him close by.

There is nothing to be seen or heard, as we walk. In the daylight, beneath the rays of sunshine, the forest looks quite beautiful. Beautiful and non-threatening. I know better and keep on guard. The first lesson dad ever taught me. Always be on guard.

We walk, and after about two hours, Dean turns around. "Okay, let's spread out. I don't have enough eyes for this whole damn forest." He calls out to us. I comply. I look around me and make a move to walk north, but Sam yanks me back harshly. "Not you." He snaps, with a shake of his head and drags me towards Dean, who's scanning the trees a little to the south. "Hey!" I snap back and push myself out of his grip. "No need to freaking 'push' me around." I tell him, but he completely ignores my retort.

We look around, trying to find any trace of this wendigo. "Dean." Sam suddenly exclaims and I look up. So does Dean. He hastily walks towards us. As he does so, I can see Haley glancing in our direction. Her attention is on us. I follow Sam´s line of sight and notice what he sees. There are claw marks on the trees, red large claw marks. Everywhere. It's quite a frightening sight. I whirl my head around, searching for more. I find the same marks on almost every tree around us. "You know, I was thinking… These claw marks are so clear, it's almost too easy to follow." Sam mutters to Dean, who frowns at him. Just as he wants to answer, everybody jolts. A loud growl and rustling in the bushes right behind me, erupt the silence. I let out a scream and jump away, whirling around in panic. Dean´s hand is on my arm in seconds and he yanks me back, his eyes wide. Sam eyes the bushes anxiously, his grip tightening on the duffle back. The wendigo is here. It's moving in loud, incredibly fast circles, around the clearing. Around us. I try to locate it with my eyes, but it's going way too fast. The sounds its making, are absolutely terrifying and my heartbeat spirals up.

Out of the blue, Haley lets out a scream and jumps away from the tree behind her. Just in time. Something heavy crashes down and collapses on the ground before her. "O my god!" I cry out in panic, when I realize it's a body. Roy's body. It's all bloody and his eyes stare into the sky, life has left him.

While Sam helps a very shaken Haley back up, Dean examines the body. "His neck's broken." He calls out. We're still not alone though, so the wendigo makes that very clear. It roars loudly, sending shivers down my spine. It's definitely time to go.

"Okay, run, run! Go, go, GO!" Dean cries out. As fast as we can, we sprint away from the clearing and run through the woods. I don't even know where I am going, I just blindly sprint away. The wendigo follows us and it makes nerves fill my whole body. We are literally being chased by a monster, who wants to eat us alive. That at least keeps my aching legs going. I run as fast as I can, but I can't quite keep up with the rest. Soon, they are in front of me and just as I'm about to call out to them, I hear a muffled cry behind me. I turn my head and see Haley's brother on the ground, breathing harshly. I skid to a halt and run back to help him up. "Skye!" Sam's voice calls out from behind me, as I pull Rick from the ground, receiving a thankful glance. "We're coming." I yell back and both me and Haley's brother start sprinting after the rest.

A loud scream makes us stop dead in our tracks. That sounded awfully like Haley. "Haley!" Rick calls out, sprinting towards the sound of Haley's scream. I follow him anxiously. We arrive at an open space. I stop, bending over to catch my breath. The scream must have come from here, somewhere. As I look up, there's nothing to be seen. Just trees and a lot of claw marks. No Haley, but also no Dean. I look back and sigh in relief, when I see Sam sprinting towards us. Where are Dean and Haley?

"DEAN?" I scream out, looking around in panic. Sam crouches to the ground next to me and picks up something red. I freeze, when I see what it is. It's the flame thrower Dean had in his pocket.

"Oh God..." I mutter, realizing what this probably means and what must have happened. Dean would never just drop it. "DEAN!" Sam screams through the silent forest. I feel the panic reaching my throat. "Sam!" I call out to him with wide eyes. He gives me the same panicked glance. "It's got them both!" I whisper, more to myself then to anyone else. "Sam!" I jog towards my brother, my eyes searching through the clearing. "It will be fine…" Sam hushes as I reach him, which is the stupidest thing he could have said. "A wendigo has my brother, Sam." I snap at him, not up for his 'it will be fine' attitude. I look around, trying to make sense of the panic in my body. "It keeps it's victims alive…" I start, glancing at Sam. "Which means they could still be alive…" I add, realizing my voice is shaking. Sam grabs my arm, but I'm distracted by Haley's brother. He's looking around, his hands shaking with anxiety. "If it keeps its victims alive… Why did it kill Roy?" He calls out to Sam, his eyes wide. "Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it. He pissed it off." Sam explains, trying to stay calm. "Come on, we have to start looking…" Rick mutters and turns around, walking away. I follow him immediately, looking around the trees for any sign of my brother. I hope with everything I have, that he is still alive.

After what feels like ages of pointless searching through the woods, Haley's brother stops dead in his tracks. Almost making me bump into him. I'm about to tell him off, my nerves and anxiety reflecting in anger. Then he bends down and picks up something, turning my anger into curiosity. "They went this way." He calls out, examining the thing up close. I bend over, squinting my eyes. Then it clicks. Rick's holding a red M&M. Dean had taken M&M's as a provision, on this hunt, and had been eating them yesterday. Sam's snort from behind me, making me jump. "Well, it's better than breadcrumbs." He mutters sarcastically. I shake my head in disbelief. My smartass of a big brother, threw M&M's so we could track him. If that's not genius, then I don't know what is…

"Come on…" Sam, Rick and I all follow the trail of M&M's Dean left behind. They're not easy to spot, since the wendigo is so damn fast, but Dean did manage to lead us further ahead. As the silent walk takes longer and longer, my nerves return. I am scared, for Dean. I know he's a tough, big hunter, but he's in the hands of the wendigo now. I do not let myself think of how this could end, if we do not get to him in time.

"There!" Sam breaks the never ending silence and points ahead of us. I see a couple of high rocks. As we approach the rocks, a little shack emerges from behind them. I frown, climbing down the rocks, ignoring Sam's offered hand. The sign on the door of the shack reads: 'Warning! Danger. Do not enter. Extremely toxic material'. I frown in confusion and watch Sam and Rick exchange a look. Sam shrugs half-heartedly, before turning around to me and Rick. I see the look in his eyes and anger flares up. "You are not leaving us behind, here, Sam. There's a literal wendigo on the loose, I'll be damned if you go in there and also get caught." I snap at him. Sam raises his eyebrows. "I was going to say 'stay behind me'." He mutters, matter of factly, glancing at me with raised eyebrows. I huff, awkwardly staring back at him. "Like hell you were…" I eventually mutter, before brushing past him into the shack. He instantly grabs my arm and roughly pulls me back behind him, before leading us in himself. Through the shack is a space I had not expected. A very dark, underground railroad. Once used for a metro station or something. It looks like a cave. It's dark and chilly. Sam pulls out his flashlight and silently leads the way. We all jolt in our spot, when distant growls echo through the cave. They're not just echoing through the cave, they're coming closer to us. My heartbeat immediately kicks up. Sam reacts immediately, and grabs Rick, pushing him into the wall. When he reaches for me, I've already pressed myself to the wall. Sam still grabs my arm. "Be very still…" He whispers to me and Rick, his breathing heavy. I can feel my body physically react, as the growls get closer. It's fear, mixed with anxiety. Not really a good combo, when you have to be as still as possible. Sam squeezes my arm reassuringly. We try to breathe as silently as we can. I turn my head slightly to the left and can stop my gasp of horror, just in time. In the small rays of light, breaking into the caves from above, a creature is moving towards the exit. It's walking slowly, although I can't really call it ´walking´. I can´t see much of it, but the fact that it´s so close, makes my skin crawl. It's going to look for us, now that it has Dean and Haley safely stored away. On its way, to collect the last part of his prey.

"This way." Sam whispers, when the wendigo has disappeared from our view. Slowly, we sneak further into the darkness. Rick and me keep following Sam's lead. The dark hallway we're in, starts to form into caves, the deeper we go. A loud creak echoing through the tunnel, makes me jump and I glance down. I realize we're standing on wooden floorboards, but it's too late. "Careful…" Sam's whisper is also too late. The floorboards collapse under the weight of three people. We crash down, making as much noise as we possibly could.

I collapse on hard stones and feel two bodies landing beside me. I let out a groan of discomfort, feeling the sharp pain in my left leg. I grab the first thing in front of me and try to use it to get myself back on my feet. I realize, too late, what the thing in front of me is. I stare into the skulls, lying in front and all around me. With a way too loud squeal, I back away, my heart pounding in my chest. "Skeletons…" I point out to Sam, when he looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Calm down." He whispers to me, looking up into the area we landed in. His gasp makes me and Rick both glance up. I make out three people, in the back of the cave, hanging from robes. Sam quickly stumbles to his feet and sprints towards the people, focussing on the left one. As I watch him move, I realize that left body, dangling from the robes, is Dean.

"Dean!" I cry out, following Sam's lead and sprinting towards the bodies. "Dean! Hey! Hey, Dean!" I mutter, grabbing my brothers bloody face in both my hands. "Dean!" I hear Sam call out from right behind me, putting his hands on Dean's shoulder, shaking them. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Rick is trying to wake up his sister. She's hanging on Dean's right. "Haley, wake up!" He whispers in despair. His desperate voice makes me focus my attention back on my big brother, whose eyes are also still closed.

Dean opens his eyes with a loud grunt, when Sam slaps him in the face. "Hey, hey. You okay?" Sam whispers to him. I feel a powerful relief wash over me and I let out a big breath. He's alive.

"Yeah." Dean answers with a groan, heaving up his head, his face twisted in pain. Sam grabs a small knife out of his pocket and I move to the side, so he can cut Dean down from the robes. On the other side, Haley's slowly waking up as well. Her brother continues to softly speak to her.

"Okay, I got you." Sam hisses, heaving Dean up as he falls down from the robes. He doesn't have enough energy to hold himself up. "Dean!" I cry out, when he crashes to the floor, letting out grunts of discomfort. "Jeez! Skye, move him there…" Sam hisses to me. Together, we help Dean towards

some rocks, where he can lean against them. "Are you sure you're alright?" Sam asks him worriedly, crouching down. "Yeah… Yup! Where is it?" Dean groans, looking around warily. "It's gone... for now." Sam answers, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. I leave Sam with Dean and turn around, trying to see how Rick's doing. He's gotten Haley down and she's leaning against the wall, breathing weakly. Just like Dean, she looks horribly in pain. I squint my eyes at them and suddenly realize something. There were three bodies, hanging from the ceiling. We've gotten two down…

"Haley..." I call out. She looks up, before following my glance. She notices the third body. "Oh, God." She mutters, scrambling to her feet with her younger brother supporting her. They make their way towards the body, still hanging from the robes. "Tommy." Haley mutters softly, making strangled noises, tears streaming down her face. "Tommy." She grabs his face with both hands. With a loud gasp, that makes everyone in the cave jolt, Tommy heaves his head and his eyes open. Haley bounces back with a yell of surprise. Sam immediately makes his way over to them with his knife, to help get him down. I watch them, from beside Dean. "Cut him down." Haley orders. Together, they cut the robes. Tommy falls down and collapses against Haley, who hugs him tightly. "Hey." She whispers softly, caressing his bloody face. "We're gonna get you home." She tells him as Tommy's face erupts into a wide smile. He must be thrilled to see his siblings again, after probably thinking his life would end.

Next to me, I feel movement. When I glance back, Dean is slowly heaving himself up. He spotted something, over at the east end of the cave, and is stumbling towards it. I follow him, curious to what he's doing. "Dean…?" I start, but Dean has reached a big pile of all sorts of stuff. Clothes, backpacks and a lot of guns and weapons. I wince at the thought of how many people the wendigo has already captured here… And eaten. This stuff must belong to all those people.

"Check this out." Dean calls through the cave, picking up one of the guns in the pile. "Fire guns." He announces with a painful grimace. "Those will work." Sam retorts with a grin, getting back up.

"Okay, time to leave." Sam barks. Together with Rick, Haley heaves Tommy up. He can't walk, he's been hanging from those robes for days. He probably can't even feel his legs. I make a move in trying to support Dean. It wouldn't be weird if he had some problems with walking as well. I get shoved away gently. "I'm fine, stay behind me." Dean tells me. I roll my eyes, but do as I'm told. A pissed of Dean is bad, but a hurt Dean, is worse. I know that from experience.

Sam goes up front with a fire gun ready in his hands. Dean is carrying the second one. We move slowly, like some sort of weird parade. A loud, low growl, catches us all by surprise. Haley and me let out a scream of surprise and both Sam and Dean put their guns in front of them. "Looks like someone's home for supper." Dean whispers in a low, dangerous tone. "We'll never outrun it!" Haley exclaims anxiously. She is right. Not with Tommy hurt like this. Dean and Sam exchange a look. "Thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean asks Sam, who nods at him slowly. "I guess so." He answers. I look at them in confusion, but get no time to ask what they're talking about. Dean turns around and addresses us all. "Okay, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Skye. They're going to lead you to safety." He announces, glancing at me. I slowly realize what he's planning and shake my head furiously. "No..." I growl at him, but he shakes his head. "Stay with Sam." He repeats to me. "What are you gonna do?" Haley asks anxiously. Dean looks at her for a moment, before turning around and stalking away. I can't do anything to stop him.

"Hey, I'm here, you freaking bastard!" He screams, making as much noise as he possibly can. I groan and shake my head. Why do my brothers plans always include live bait. I know it's the safest way to get us all out of this cave, but it makes my skin crawl. Dean had a flame thrower when he got taken in the woods, which makes it slightly unbelievable to think he won't get caught again.

"Yeah, that's right. Bring it on, baby. I taste good!" I hear Dean scream in the distance. Sam pulls out his gun again, pointing It forward. "Okay, come on. It's clear." He mutters, when he's checked around the corner. We slowly move forward. As Sam leads us on, we try to be as fast as we can. I stay right beside him, moving through the dark cave halls.

Loud growling interrupts our parade. I swirl my head around, the growling coming from behind us.

Sam squints his eyes, glancing over the group. He's clearly thinking about a plan, right there on the spot. "Sam, NO!" Haley calls out, seeing in his eyes what he's about to do. I've also recognised that look. "Go, Skye! Lead them outside!" Sam orders. My eyes widen in fright. "No! I'm not about to leave you both behind, with a wendigo on the loose." I growl furiously at him, shaking my head. "Yes, you will. Now, go!" He yells to me. Haley pulls me back by my arm, as I watch Sam run away from me. With a snarl, I turn around. "Okay, this way!" I hiss to the people behind me and try to lead them to the exit, slow and quiet. I try my hardest to keep my head clear and not think about the horrors that could be happening in these caves.

The shack, which we entered through, appears at the end of the hallway. "There!" The tension in my body becomes even worse, now that the exit is within reach. A loud roar echoes through the hallway, accompanied by a few gunshots. My head whips back. "Sam!" I cry out in panic. I'm about to run back, but a figure is sprinting towards us from deep inside the hallway and soon Sam comes running into my view. "Go! Go! Go!" He yells at us. We turn back around, trying to move as fast as we can, heaving Tommy with us. From the loud growling behind us, I realise the wendigo is right there, following us. Haley screams in fear, wrapping her arms tighter around Tommy. Sam pulls us around a corner, into another hallway and we stumble to a halt. There's a wall spreading our way. It's is a dead end. Sam whirls around, trying to go back. The wendigo is blocking the entrance. We're trapped.

As the panic creeps through me, I get a good look at the wendigo for the first time. To be honest, I'd rather not have. I can see, that it was once a man. It still has the building of a man. Well, kind of… A bald, shrunken head, with empty hollows where the eyes should have been. A greenish skin and long arms. It's truly a frightening sight. I stare at it with open mouth.

Slowly, Sam stumbles back and spreads his arms, trying to protect us all. He stares at the Wendigo in panic, not seeing a way out. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I stumble back, hitting the wall. "Keep behind me." Sam hisses at us, squinting his eyes. I hear Haley whimper next to me, as she clamps Tommy against her. Closing her eyes. I grab Sam's arm, trying in any way to get a bit support, while I wait to get killed…

With a loud roar, the wendigo makes himself ready to pounce. I let out another scream, closing my eyes, just as Haley did. "Hey!" Dean's voice echoes through the room, coming from behind the wendigo. My heart skips a beat. Thank God, there he is. With a loud bang, Dean shoots a fireball at the wendigo. It hits him right in his chest. From there, it spreads through the rest of his body and soon, he's completely on fire. Screaming pure agony. The screams make me shiver, but I can't keep my eyes off of his unnatural, tortured twists and squirms.

We watch in silence. The wendigo crashes to the ground, its skin burning around him. Soon it's just

a puddle of fire, making it safe for us to breathe again. I let out a gasp of relief. "Not bad, huh!" Dean calls out to Sam, who shakes his head with a laugh. A laugh, filled with disbelief. "You jackass." I call out to my big brother, receiving a large grin in return.

When we're finally out of the forest, 911 has been called to transport a very badly hurt Tommy to the hospital. They've fixed up Dean and Haley the best they could. They were in need of some band aids, that's for sure. Sam and Haley's brother are talking to the police, making up a whole story about a huge grizzly bear circling camp. It's the most believable story we could come up with.

Dean and I are leaning against the impala, watching the whole scene in front of us. It has been quite a hunt, this one. It has left me with some conflicted feelings. I have never been that scared before, but at the same time I helped to save three people from being eaten alive. We killed the wendigo that terrorized these woods for years, which is a good thing. And a good feeling. I was with my brothers, the whole time. I was out here, hunting… I'm sure Dean and Sam won't call it hunting, what I did. I will, though.

From the corner of my eye, I spot Haley walking up to us. I look up at her and she smiles at me. Then, she looks at Dean. "So, really… I don't know how to thank you." She starts in a soft voice. Dean pulls up his eyebrows, a cheeky grin on his face. I snort out a laugh, rolling my eyes in disgust. I reach out a hand and slap him on his arm, damn him for even making me think about that dirty stuff. Haley shakes her head, also laughing. "Must you cheapen the moment?" She asks with a bright smile. "Well, yeah!" Dean happily answers, draping a lazy arm around my shoulder. "Are you riding with your brother?" Our conversation gets interrupted by a nurse, who tags on Haley's sleeve. "Yeah." Haley answers shortly. Behind her, Sam and Rick are approaching us. They delivered the story to the police, it's over now. "Are you ready?" Haley asks her brother. He nods, stifling a yawn. He smiles at Sam and Dean, who both nod at him. Then he looks at me, raising his hand to me. "Thanks…" He mutters roughly. I grab his hand with a beaming smile, ignoring Dean's confused look. After that, Rick walks towards the ambulance and I lean back against the car. Haley bends over, kissing Dean on his cheek as a goodbye. "I hope you find your father." She mumbles to us, reaching a hand out to pat me on my head. "Thanks, Sam." She mutters, when she walks past Sam. He nods at her, before joining us and sitting down next to me on the hood of the impala. He crosses his arms. We watch how Haley and her brother take place beside an unconscious Tommy in the ambulance. She waves, for the last time, and we wave back. Then, the ambulance doors are closed. As the ambulance drives away, Dean reaches a hand out and grabs my shoulder. He pulls me towards him and kisses my forehead briefly. "So, kiddo, how did you like the action?" He asks me with a dry chuckle. I smile. "I think we did good." I tell him, reaching out to grab Sam's arm. "Yeah, we did. But boy, do I hate camping." Dean grunts. "Me too." Sam answers with a wide grin. It's silent for a while, before Dean glances at his little brother.

"Sammy, you know we're going to find dad, right?" He mumbles. Sam nods slowly. "Yeah, I know." He retorts, draping an arm around my shoulder. "But, in the meantime..." He adds, shaking his head with a grin. "I'm driving." He finishes, pulling up his eyebrows, challenging Dean. Both me and him look at Dean expectedly, watching how he lowers his head. After a little silence, he lets out a sigh. He throws the keys into the air and Sam catches them with a laugh. I shake my head fondly, before getting off the hood of the car. I watch Sam stalking to the drivers seat and taking place as if it's his car now. It makes me erupt into loud laughter. "Pup, stop laughing." Dean growls at me, that playful twinkle in his eyes. I follow his lead, get inside and Sam drives us off towards a new adventure.