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Never-Ending Autumn by Joseph Rossbach
A ridiculously vibrant sunset over Blackwater Canyon, West Virginia. Best light I have seen from this location and it only took twelve years to gt it!
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Wendigo | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, Dean's a dick but so is the reader
Word Count: 8817
A/N: Happy Saturday! Enjoy the next chapter!! Taglist/Requests are open!!
Series Rewrite Masterlist
You were curled up against the backseat of the Impala writing in your journal and humming along to Dean’s Foreigner cassette tape when Sam jerked awake in the front seat. You jerked up as well, concerned.
Dean shot his brother a worried look. “You okay?”
Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Bull. Nightmare?” you asked.
The younger brother just cleared his throat in response.
“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean asked.
You and Sam gave him an incredulous look.
“Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that,” he laughed.
“Just thought you might want to. Never mind.” He rolled his eyes and returned them to the road.
“Look, man, you’re worried about me,” Sam sighed. “I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.”
His brother just hummed in response.
“I’ll take you up on that driving offer, though,” you chimed in.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“And I told you I wasn’t listening.”
“Dick.”
Dean just scoffed in response.
Sam’s unfolding of a map brought the conversation back on track. “All right, where are we?”
“Just outside of Grand Junction,” you answered. You leaned over his shoulder and pointed at the spot labeled “Grand Junction” and drew a trail with your finger over to a spot labeled with the coordinates Dean had found in John’s journal.
Sam hesitated before speaking again. “You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.”
Dean shook his head. “Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—”
“We gotta find Dad first,” Sam finished.
“Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence.”
“Wait, showing up again?” you asked. Even after poking around at Stanford, this was the first you’d heard of a previous encounter with the creature.
“I thought Sam would’ve told you,” Dean said.
“Told me what?”
Sam turned to face you. “You remember what I said about my mom dying? She died the same way Jess did.”
You nodded in solemn understanding.
The car went quiet again; the silence only broken by the older brother. “Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do.”
Sam scanned the map again. “It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.”
“What about it?” you asked, putting your chin on Sam’s shoulder to look at the map.
“There's nothing there. It's just woods.” He put down the map, looking past your head at Dean. “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”
Dean just shrugged in response.
The three of you found yourselves in a ranger’s station in Lost Creek National Forest just outside of Blackwater Ridge. You and Sam scanned a three-dimensional map of the forest atop a large table in the center of the room.
“So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.” The brunet tapped his finger against the ridge’s label on the map. “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”
However, his brother’s attention could not be pulled away from a picture on the wall. “Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear.”
You walked over to him, and he was right. The thing was massive. The man standing behind its corpse looked like a dwarf in comparison.
“There’s about a dozen or so grizzlies in the area,” you added.
You and the boys were startled by a ranger’s voice coming from behind you. “You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?”
“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,” Sam assured him, laughing awkwardly.
Dean grinned and raised a fist. “Recycle, man.”
‘I could hit him. Jackass.’
The ranger obviously did not believe him. “Bull.”
Your eyes flicked to Dean, who was unmoving.
“You're friends with that Haley girl, right?” the ranger continued.
“Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger— Wilkinson.” Dean faltered only to read the ranger’s name tag.
“Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?”
You shook your head.
“You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”
“We will.” Dean paused only for a moment. “Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?”
“That is putting it mildly.”
You laughed. ‘I’m sure we’d get along great.’
“Actually,” Dean stopped the ranger from leaving the room. “You know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.”
The ranger eyed Dean curiously, but still got him a copy of the permit.
Dean laughed smugly as the three of you left the station, waving the paper around.
“What are you, five?” you asked him.
“Listen, sweetheart, I consider this a major success.” You quirked a brow at him, mildly annoyed he called you that stupid name again. “This eliminates a lot of the groundwork we normally have to do.”
“Fair point,” you shrugged.
Sam broke the somewhat comfortable silence. “Are you cruising for a hookup or something?”
Considering the thought you’d just had, you were taken slightly aback. “What do you mean?”
“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam was more talking pointedly at Dean and not you. You came to a stop on your respective sides of the Impala.
You couldn’t quite see Dean over the top of the car. “I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?”
You could practically feel the look Dean was giving Sam.
“What?” the brunet scoffed.
“Since when are you all shoot-first-ask-questions-later, anyway?”
“Since now.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, biting the inside of your lip. “Really?’ you muttered, getting down into the car.
***
Sam walked a little further up the walkway to the Collins house than you and Dean did.
“Forty-five minutes in that copy room for this?” you inspected Dean’s small, fake park ranger ID.
“Can’t rush art, sweetheart.”
“Now you’re just working it into every sentence because you know it aggravates me.”
"Yup,” Dean chuckled.
You smirked lopsidedly and Dean knocked on Haley Collins’s front door. A quite beautiful, dark-haired girl opened it moments later.
“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and (Y/N), we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.”
Haley hesitated. “Lemme see some ID.”
Dean held up the ID you’d previously been inspecting to the screen door. The girl looked between the ID and Dean.
“Come on in.”
“Thanks.”
The door swung open, allowing Haley to catch a glimpse of the Impala. “That yours?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice car.” She began leading the three of you into the home.
Dean looked back at Sam, mouthing something excitedly to him that you couldn’t quite make out. You rolled your eyes. You decided then and there you would push your attraction to him to the side for the rest of the time you were working with the brothers. To you, he was just an asshole playboy.
Sam’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?”
You took in the sight of the table set for dinner and a young boy who looked to be about thirteen already picking at his plate of food.
Haley entered the room with a bowl and placed it onto the table. “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.”
“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception,” you suggested.
“He's got a satellite phone, too.”
‘Well, there goes that theory.’
“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean threw in.
The teenage boy clanked his fork against his plate, sharply stating, “He wouldn't do that.”
You eyed the boy, getting a read on him.
“Our parents are gone,” Haley said. “It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”
You nodded in understanding. As much as you were trying to dislike her, it wasn’t working all that well.
“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked.
Haley pulled out her laptop to show Sam the folder of pictures and videos her brother had sent her. “That's Tommy.” You could hear the sadness in her voice.
She clicked through to the most recent video.
A scruffy, presumably twenty-five year old man appeared onscreen. “Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.”
Something flickered past outside the young man’s tent. Your brows furrowed.
“Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing,” Dean assured her.
“Then maybe I'll see you there,” she answered. “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.”
“I think I know how you feel.”
Your eyes flicked over to Dean, growing angry at what you assumed to be an attempt at seducing the girl.
‘She’s mourning the potential loss of her brother, and you’re gonna try and charm her? Asshole.’
The younger Winchester once again broke you out of your thoughts. “Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?”
“Sure.” Haley clicked away on her laptop again.
***
You and the boys wound up at a bar. The table was covered in newspapers, John’s journal, and beer bottles; some full and some half empty.
“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.”
You gestured to John’s journal, which Sam slid over to you. You began flipping through it.
“Any before that?” Dean asked.
Sam pulled out a newspaper to show his brother. “Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.”
You leaned across the table, squinting at the headline. You felt Dean’s eyes flick to your breasts that had subsequently been pushed up in your wife beater as you leaned over.
You glared at him. “Stay focused, Winchester.”
Dean rolled his eyes, apparently unable to find his way to a witty response. You turned your attention back to the headline that read, “ GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS! UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA.”
Sam pulled out his laptop. “Before that, 1959 and 1936. Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork.”
“You have WiFi in here?” you questioned.
“Don’t need it. Just wanted to look at Haley’s video.” He pulled it up from a folder on his screen.
“Oh, shit. I almost forgot. Can I see that?” You hopped off your stool to get between the two brothers. “Watch this.” You clicked through the three frames of the video containing the shadow you’d seen flash across the screen. “That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”
Dean reached across you to hit Sam’s shoulder. “Told you something weird was going on.”
Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop. “Yeah. I got one more thing.” He put a newspaper article between you and Dean. “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”
You skimmed the article briefly. “Is there a name?”
The only survivor of the attack in the article Sam showed you and Dean was a child at the time. He now lived a life of what appeared to be solitude. He drove a beat up truck that was parked haphazardly in his driveway and lived several miles out of the city. You took in the poor old man’s messy house as he led your trio into his living room.
“Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—”
Sam interrupted him. “Grizzly? That's what attacked them?”
Mr. Shaw lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and nodded.
“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean’s tone was slightly pointed. “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”
The old man continued to take drags of his cigarette. He seemed almost scared to entertain any other explanation aside from a grizzly bear attack.
Dean continued to pressure him. “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”
Mr. Shaw shook his head. “I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.” He sat down in his recliner. “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”
Sam sat down opposite the old man. “Mr. Shaw, what did you see?”
“Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like... no man or animal I ever heard.”
“It came at night?”
He nodded.
“Got inside your tent?”
“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it.”
You tried to keep your face from conveying your intrigue and tinge of fear.
“Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.” You could see Mr. Shaw becoming lost in his mind.
“It killed them?” Sam continued.
“Dragged them off into the night.” The old man shook his head as if to shake away the memories. “Why it left me alive... been asking myself that ever since.” He took a brief pause before reaching to the collar of his wife beater. “Did leave me this, though.” He pulled it down to reveal three long, deep claw mark scars. Through morbid curiosity, you were tempted to run your fingers over the jagged edges of the scarring. You couldn’t imagine how painful and angry the marks must have been when the poor man first got them.
“There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Shaw. We’re sorry about your parents,” you told him, turning away. “Have a good night, sir.”
Mr. Shaw seemed too caught up in his own head to respond with more than a wave, letting a cloud of smoke slither out of his mouth.
***
Later that night, you and the boys had just booked a room in yet another crappy motel.
‘One of these days I’ll treat myself to a stay in a halfway decent hotel.’
Before the three of you would be turning in for the night, you were headed to Dean’s car to pack your bags for the early morning you were about to have.
“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors.” Dean broke your train of thought. “If they want inside, they just go through the walls.”
“So it's probably something else, something corporeal,” Sam said.
“Corporeal? Look at you, smartass,” you laughed.
“Shut up. So what do you think?”
“The claws, the speed that it moves…” Dean trailed off. “Could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.”
“True,” you started. “But how are you gonna know what to bring to kill it with if we have no idea what it is?”
“Just trust me on this one,” Dean replied. “There’s not much a gun won’t be able to take care of.” He let the door to the motel almost completely swing shut behind him; nearly hitting you in the face.
You caught it just in time. “Right, right. Just like you ‘took care’ of Constance by shooting her.”
“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” Dean raised a brow at you, just barely turning over his shoulder to give you his response. He started busying himself in the weapons box in the back of his car.
“I mean, just barely. Nearly caught me in the crossfire.”
Dean rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “And what a shame that would’ve been.”
“Hey!” You shoved his shoulder with yours.
He glared at you in response.
Sam, who had been quiet the last few minutes, spoke up. “We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.”
His brother was rummaging through the weapons box; haphazardly throwing guns into his duffel bag. “Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?”
You found a shotgun that was slightly smaller than the rest, giving it a once over before moving to put it in a duffel bag of your own. Before you could fully get it settled in the bag, Dean took it from you.
You went to protest, but Sam cut you off by saying, “Yeah,” as if it was obvious.
Dean turned his attention away from you and your shotgun long enough for you to steal it back.
“Her brother's missing, Sam,” he tried to reason. “She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.”
Dean seemed to notice you had taken the gun back and glared at you. He picked up his own duffel, and you closed the weapons cavity.
“Finding Dad’s not enough?” Sam countered while you closed the trunk. “Now we gotta babysit too?”
You and Dean gave Sam a look.
“What?” he snapped.
You shook your head.
“Nothing,” Dean replied. He threw the duffel bag at him and walked off.
***
You yawned and pulled yourself into a tighter ball on the backseat of Dean’s Impala. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night for a reason you couldn’t quite place.
“Don’t get too comfortable, sweetheart, we’re here,” Dean told you.
“Fuck.” You grabbed yours and Dean’s duffel bags off the seat next to you and got out of the car to feel loose gravel grating against your boots.
A man who looked to be in his late fifties was up ahead of you next to a Jeep with Haley and the teenager you recognized as Haley’s younger brother. You approached the other three from behind Sam and Dean.
“You guys got room for three more?” the older brother asked.
Haley crossed her arms. “Wait, you want to come with us?”
“Who are these guys?” The older man pointed at your group.
“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.”
Sam headed past everyone, and you followed.
You assumed the middle-aged man was the guide Haley had talked about hiring the previous day. He was very skeptical of the three of you. “You're rangers?”
Dean’s confidence never wavered. “That's right.”
“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley was apparently skeptical, too.
“Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.”
‘That’s what he calls me.’ You couldn’t quite understand the pang that went through your chest when he used that nickname for her. You pushed the thought aside once again, reminding yourself that you weren’t special in Dean’s eyes. To you, he was becoming more of a playboy asshole with each passing moment. You hoped your attraction to his beautiful green eyes and sharp jawline would soon turn to disdain.
Speaking of which, he appeared next to you as the guide spoke once more. “What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.”
You turned around, trying to explain Dean’s attitude away. “He knows that. He just has a funny way of showing it.” You hoped Dean didn’t miss the bite in your tone. And from the way you could feel his glare burning a hole through your skull, you were sure it wasn’t lost on him.
The guide shook his head, brushing past you and the brothers. He headed into the forest, and you followed a few paces behind. You would never admit it, but the woods had always unsettled you just a bit. You tightened your grip on your bag and pushed forward.
Dean had apparently learned the guide’s name from Haley while you were lost in your own anxiety. “Roy, you said you did a little hunting.” He quickened his step to pass you and get up next to Roy.
“Yeah, more than a little.” The response came gruff and disinterested.
“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”
You could feel where this was going. ‘Don’t fucking provoke him, Winchester.’
“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.” The disinterest was ever present in Roy’s tone as he continued to scan the treeline in front of him.
Dean passed him up, doing that obnoxiously confident backwards walk again. “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”
Suddenly, Roy grabbed Dean’s jacket roughly. You nearly flinched.
“Whatcha doing, Roy?” Dean’s tone had hardened.
Roy grabbed a stick, and peering around Dean you could see the jaws of a bear trap close around it inches from Dean’s boot.
“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.”
‘Damn.’
Roy dropped the stick and took the lead once more.
Dean turned around to the rest of the group. “It's a bear trap.”
You scoffed.
You could hear Haley’s quickened step crunching leaves as she passed you to catch up to Dean. “You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.” She grabbed his arm, spinning him to face her. “So who the hell are you?”
The teenage boy passed his sister and Dean. You and Sam hesitated behind Haley, shooting Dean a quizzical look. Dean jerked his head for the two of you to go on. You followed Sam forward, but hung back close enough that you could hear Dean and Haley’s conversation.
“Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. (Y/N) is—” you were interested in this explanation, “—a friend of ours.”
‘Oh, so we’re friends now.’
“He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.”
“Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?”
“I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. So, we okay?”
‘Wonder how many times he’s used that line.’ You caught that same squeeze happening in your chest happening again. You desperately wished to get ahold of yourself and snap out of it. ‘He’s just pretty to look at. He’s a complete douche. Get it together, girl.’
You had missed Haley’s response to Dean’s “heartfelt” admission, but heard “And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?” You heard the rustling of a plastic bag behind you, and remembered the bag of peanut M&Ms he had bought at a gas station before coming here. You heard Dean start walking again, and you hurried ahead to catch up with Sam and not look like you were snooping.
Dean had apparently noticed you were hanging back and chuckled to himself. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
He walked up beside you. “Jealous?”
“What?” you turned to him, feigning disgust. “Fuck no.”
“So… you were just snooping because…?”
You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. His amusement at your aggravation riled you up even more. “I was just curious what she thought of us. And to be frank, I don’t exactly trust your ability to explain things away. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh.” You knew he didn’t believe you. “That’s all.”
You petulantly stole the bag of peanut M&Ms from him.
“Hey! (Y/N)!”
You marched on.
“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” Roy announced after what felt like hours of walking. Your anxiety around getting lost in the forest was only deepening. That was what it all boiled down to. You had a fear of not being in control, and the idea of a place where every “landmark” looked the same, wildlife ruled the terrain, and being alone in it was pretty much a death sentence, scared you pretty severely. Not to mention, the time you almost bled to death in the middle of the woods had another hunter not found you.
You had no means of identifying where you’d come back from. All the trees seemed the same to you. You had no idea how you were going to get back to the car at the end of the day; if you were even going to make it out of here by the end of the day. You had been walking for so long that you were sure you’d be sleeping out here tonight. The thought of that frightened you even more.
What truly unsettled you was that the sounds you had been hearing up until you made it to Blackwater Ridge— crickets, leaves rustling, birds chirping— all of it had been silenced.
“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy announced.
The younger Winchester stopped him. “You shouldn't go off by yourself.”
Roy’s snark almost rivaled Dean’s. “That's sweet. Don't worry about me.” He waved his gun around and pushed between the two brothers to head deeper into the forest.
Dean turned to the rest of your group. “Alright, everybody stays together. Let's go.”
‘Great. More fucking woods.’ You marched forward, trying to put on a brave face.
Sam’s eyes softened when he caught sight of you. “You okay?”
Apparently, your “brave face” wasn’t as brave as you thought. “Yeah, why?”
“You look… kinda nervous.”
“Yeah, I am. I’m, uh, kinda scared of the forest, honestly.”
“Aw, sweetheart,” Dean’s mocking tone interrupted your vulnerable moment. “You’re scared of a little woods?” He jutted out his bottom lip, feigning a pout.
“Fuck off, Winchester. I’m fine.”
“Whoa, touchy. Relax.” Dean held his hands up in surrender. “Was just poking fun, that’s all.”
“Okay, well, it wasn’t funny. So, fuck off.” You rushed ahead, still white-knuckling the duffel bag on your shoulder.
Before Dean could catch up to you or respond, Roy called out from quite a bit ahead. “Haley! Over here!”
Haley took off in the direction of Roy’s voice, closely followed by you. Haley froze at the sight in front of her. “Oh, my God.”
In the clearing Roy had found, bloodied, torn open tents surrounded mutilated camping supplies and backpacks. Deep gashes in the tent material and the surrounding trees were jagged and stained with blood around the edges. The sight wasn’t making your queasiness any better.
“Looks like a grizzly.”
‘No, it doesn’t, Roy,’ you thought.
Haley’s backpack hit the ground next to you, and she tore through the campsite; screaming her brother’s name.
Sam moved to quiet her down. She kept screaming. A much harsher “Shh!” passed Sam’s lips, finally getting the girl to settle down.
“Why?” she questioned defensively.
“Something might still be out there,” he answered.
Dean called his brother’s name from the other end of the campsite. You followed Sam over to the sound of Dean’s voice.
You crouched down next to Sam. Dean snapped a stick and pointed to a set of drag marks on the ground. “The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird. I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog.”
The three of you stood and returned to the campsite to find Haley crying on the ground over her brother’s broken and bloodied phone.
“Hey, he could still be alive,” Dean told her. She shot him a confused and slightly angry look.
Out of nowhere, a scratchy male voice started gutturally calling, “Help! Help!”
Roy was quick to run to the shouter’s aid. However, you weren’t so sure it was a real person screaming like that.
“Help! Somebody!” came again.
The brothers started off to follow Roy.
“Wait, guys!” you called, not wanting to be left alone despite your hesitation.
“C’mon, (Y/N)!” Sam called.
You dropped your duffel in your rush to follow Sam’s voice. When you found where the group had gathered, you could see the brothers searching the treeline. You licked your teeth, upset that your intuition was right. Your group had found no one.
“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?” Haley said, confused.
“Everybody get back to camp,” you ordered.
You followed the path you were pretty sure would get you back to the mangled campsite. Thankfully, your sense of direction was right, but all of your supplies had been taken by the time you returned.
“Our packs!” Haley exclaimed.
Roy grumbled, “So much for my GPS and my satellite phone.”
“What the hell is going on?” Haley was catching on.
“It’s smart. It’s trying to isolate us so we can’t call for help. It knows we won’t last long without supplies,” you stated.
“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.” The guide’s voice was hard and angry.
“I need to speak with you two. In private.” You pulled the brothers aside by their jackets. Dean shrugged your hand off him.
“Can I see your dad’s journal?” you asked. Yours had been taken along with your duffel bag.
“No, why?” Dean asked petulantly.
“Please, dude, c’mon.” You were not in the mood.
“Give it to her, Dean,” Sam chimed in.
Dean rolled his eyes and handed it over.
You flipped through until you found a page marked by a First Nations-style drawing of a tall figure with long claws labeled “Wendigo.” You looked up at the boys expectantly.
“Oh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west,” Dean responded.
“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” you tried to reason.
“Great.” He took his pistol out of his belt. “Well, then this is useless.”
“I told you guns don’t work on everything,” you quipped.
“Shut up.”
Sam took the journal from you and handed it back to his brother. “We gotta get these people to safety.” He led you and Dean back to the group. “All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”
Haley seemed pissed. “What?”
“Kid, don't worry.” Roy’s tone was almost patronizing. “Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.”
“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,” Sam countered.
“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.” Roy was now getting in Sam’s face.
“C’mon, Roy, chill out,” you told him, pressing a hand to Sam’s chest to keep him from stepping to Roy.
Sam let you keep your hand there, but still bit back at Roy. “We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.”
“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.” The guide was so close you could smell the chewing tobacco on his breath.
Sam still refused to back down. “Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.”
Roy laughed mockingly. “You know you're crazy, right?”
“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—”
Dean pushed you out the way and shoved his brother back. “Relax!”
Haley got between you, the boys, and Roy. “Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.”
You considered for a moment the implications of what may happen if you allowed them to stay.
Dean broke the silence. “It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”
“How?” Haley asked.
“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this,” you began. “We don’t really have the time for the ‘monsters under the bed are real’ talk. This thing is a Wendigo. I’m gonna start carving some symbols into the ground. No one crosses the circle once I’ve drawn it. Got it?”
Haley nodded at you. “What can I do?”
“Build a fire with— sorry, I never caught his name,” you gestured to the teenager next to her.
“Ben,” Haley told you.
“Ben. You two start gathering enough wood and tinder to keep a fire going. Don’t go too far, though, please.”
She and Ben nodded at you before setting off.
“Thank you,” you called after the Collins siblings. “Sam, Dean, help me with the Anasazi symbols.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dean said. You were surprised at his compliance.
After a while of scuttling across the forest floor drawing a circle of Anasazi symbols around the campsite, the sun had set. Haley and Ben had long since returned and were tending the fire. As you finished the last symbol, you brushed the dirt off your hands on your jeans.
Haley looked up at you from her place by the fire. “One more time, that's—”
“Anasazi symbols. It's for protection,” Dean explained. “The wendigo can't cross over them.”
Roy laughed, feeling the need to assert the fact he thought this was bullshit.
“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean told him, clearly fatigued of the man’s attitude.
Roy turned his attention back to the treeline with his gun over his shoulder. You followed Dean over to where Sam sat away from the group at the edge of the campsite.
“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asked his brother.
“Dean—” the younger one began to protest. You sat down next to him.
“No, you're not fine.” Of course, he already knew what Sam was going to say. “You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?”
You laughed. “Yeah, I’ve got enough of that attitude with just him, Sam.”
Dean nudged the tip of your boot with his harshly. You returned his glare petulantly.
“Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?” Sam’s mind was clearly going a mile a minute.
“Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek.”
You decided to just sit back and listen for a moment before throwing your two cents in.
“Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?” Sam threw his hands up in frustration.
“This is why.” Dean held out his dad’s journal to his brother. “This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
Sam shook his head. “That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just—call us? Why doesn't he—tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?”
“I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it.”
Sam’s eyes began to well with tears. “Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.”
“Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me.” Sam looked up at Dean. “You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.”
Sam looked away again, still fighting the tears congealing in his water line. “How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?”
You let Dean take that question. “Well for one, them.” He gestured to Haley and Ben. “I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable.”
You paused, looking down at the dirt and twigs below you before speaking. “It’s kind of the same for me. I don’t have a family anymore.” You felt Dean’s gaze on you, but kept the burning in your cheeks at bay. “This is really all I’ve ever known. I know I couldn’t go back to a normal life after all this. So, I do what I can to help everyone else’s lives feel a little more normal. Not everybody needs to know what’s really out there. It kinda brings me peace knowing I’m helping somebody else live their life relatively worry-free.”
Dean continued. “I'll tell you what else helps.”
You looked back up at him.
“Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.”
You smiled at Dean genuinely for the first time.
A twig snapped, breaking you and the boys out of the little bonding moment you’d just had. The same, slightly unhuman grainy voice screamed out again from somewhere in the trees. “Help me! Please!”
Dean stands with his gun. You thought about pointing out the fact that it was useless, but decided to keep it to yourself.
“Help!” the strained sound came again.
Sam shined his flashlight through the tree line.
“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put,” Dean told the group.
“Inside the magic circle?” Roy quipped.
“Shut up, would you?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Help! Help me!” The voice seemed to become more distant before a low growl emanated from just outside the circle.
Roy pointed his gun at the sound. “Okay, that's no grizzly.”
“Oh, now you believe us,” you quipped.
“(Y/N),” Dean warned, still facing the outside of the circle.
Something rushed past where Haley and Ben were standing. She let out a scream.
“It's here,” the younger Winchester stated.
The guide shot at the rustling bushes, and then again. “I hit it!” He took off before you could protest.
“Roy, no!” you immediately ran after him.
You could hear Dean behind you addressing the Collinses, but barely registered it while trying to follow Roy.
“Roy! Come back!” you called.
“It's over here! It's in the tree!” the man called back.
Just as you reached him, something grabbed onto Roy’s shoulders and began pulling him up into the tree above.
“Roy!” you grabbed his ankles, doing your best to pull him back down to the ground.
Roy was screaming above you, and the Wendigo’s strength was too much for you. Roy’s screaming was cut off sharply by a snapping sound. In that moment, you knew he was gone. You let Roy’s legs go and dropped back down to the ground.
The Winchester brothers appeared at that second, rushing to your side.
“You okay?” Sam asked, helping you up. “Where’s Roy?”
You shook your head. “He’s gone.”
You and the boys headed back to camp to find Haley and Ben huddled together. Haley was caught off-guard by your return, and nearly took you out with her makeshift torch-weapon. “Shit!” she yelped. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“Sorry,” you laughed. “Easy, tiger.”
She threw her torch back into the fire. “Where’s Roy?”
Your smile faded. “I tried to help him. I’m sorry.”
She nodded somberly. A saddened, heavy air fell over your camp as the remaining five of you tried to go to sleep before your undoubtedly busy day tomorrow.
Haley and Ben settled down near the fire with tatters of backpacks and tent material as pillows and blankets respectively. You and Dean forced Sam to lay down and rest because it was evident via the bags under his eyes that he’d had none over the last several days.
“I’ll take first watch,” you told Dean, settling your back against the stump of a tree near where Sam had started falling asleep.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
“First of all, stop calling me that,” you snapped. “Second, it wasn’t a suggestion. I’m taking first watch. Go to sleep.”
“Why are you so insistent on this?” Dean furrowed his eyebrows at you.
“Why don’t you trust me?” you countered.
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re the last person to have seen my dad before he ‘mysteriously disappeared’?”
“You’re not seriously suggesting—” you scoffed, and Dean cut you off again.
“Maybe because I don’t even know you. Maybe because you so readily agreed to just hitch a ride with Sam and I the day Jessica died. Maybe those are some good reasons not to trust you.”
“Dean, I had nothing to do with your dad’s disappearance. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m on my own. Sorry that I was just excited to finally have someone willing to take me along with them. And I don’t give a shit about you, honestly. I do give a shit about Sam, though, and I’m not gonna leave while he’s in this headspace. And I wanna help you find your dad.”
“Why do you care so much?” he hissed in retaliation.
“Because I don’t have any family. I want to help reunite yours. Like you said earlier, it helps you feel a little better and sleep a little easier at night.” Your voice had softened considerably, and you turned your attention from Dean to your hands folded in your lap.
“Fine, but after we find my dad, you’re gone,” he responded after a moment.
“Fine.” You turned away from him, hugging your knees to your chest. “I’m still taking first watch.”
“Whatever, (Y/N).” You could hear Dean moving around behind you.
“Goodnight,” you said.
All you got was a huff in response.
At some point that night, Sam was actually the one to take over your watch. He’d woken up from a nightmare, and you knew he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon. You did your best to get some sleep despite your heightened sense of awareness from your unsettling surroundings and the anger you still felt at Dean after your argument.
When you did awaken, Sam was sitting against the tree next to you, Dean was talking to Haley about the origin of Wendigos, and Haley was grilling Dean about how he knows about monsters.
“Kind of runs in the family,” was all Dean answered her question with.
You felt Sam push off the tree behind you. You still hadn’t rolled over from your sleeping position.
“So we've got half a chance in the daylight,” Sam announced to the group. “And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.”
“Well, hell, you know I'm in,” you heard Dean respond.
“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours',” Sam explained.
You began stretching while Dean continued educating Haley and Ben. “They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.”
“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asked.
“Well, it's always the same,” the older Winchester continued while you started to make your way over to them, brushing leaves out of your hair with your fingers. “During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.”
“Like the Donner Party.” That was the first you’d ever heard Ben speak.
“Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality,” Sam continued.
“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry,” Dean finished.
“So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley waited for the answer with baited breath.
“You're not gonna like it.”
“Tell me.” Haley steeled herself.
“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It—” Dean seemed to be searching for the right words, “—uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.”
“And then how do we stop it?”
You spoke up for the first time, holding an empty beer bottle, a white cloth, and a can of lighter fluid you’d found from near the camp. “Guns are useless, so, Molotov cocktail, baby.”
You could swear Dean cracked a smile at you, but you refused to acknowledge it.
The sun had risen much higher since your crew had first started walking. You had passed multiple trees with bloodied claw marks on them. It was starting to unsettle you, quite honestly. You’d just passed the seventh or eighth claw-marked tree when you decided to bring Sam’s attention to your thought process.
“You know, I was thinking, those claw marks are so clear and distinct. Not at all as jagged as they were on Mr. Shaw’s scar or the tree where the thing snatched Roy. They were almost too easy to follow.”
Almost as if on cue, a low growl rumbled from above and trees rustled. Haley looked up before jerking herself out of the way. And good thing she had, because Roy’s corpse soon landed where she’d stood.
Dean inspected Roy’s corpse while Sam helped Haley up. “His neck's broke.”
The growling continued.
Upon hearing the sound, Dean started to bark out, “Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!”
You immediately split. You were always quite a fast runner and light on your feet. You and Haley took the lead of the group and could hear the boys’ thundering footsteps behind you.
Before you knew it, the growling had landed right in front of you. You and Haley were brought to a skidding halt before the creature. Haley yelped as the creature grabbed your legs and began dragging the two of you. You took the bag of peanut M&Ms you’d stolen from Dean out of your jacket’s inner pocket. You let the bag’s contents out slowly as sticks and rocks scraped up your dragging body. The last thing you felt was a sharp pain on the back of your head before you vision blacked out completely.
The next time you came to, the first thing you felt were your aching wrists and hands on either side of your face. You could faintly hear Dean calling your name, and your vision began to get less hazy as Dean’s voice became more clear.
When Dean’s annoyingly beautiful, worried face finally came into focus, you said the first thing that came to mind. “Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper.”
You could hear Sam laughing behind Dean and Dean sighed. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he sounded relieved.
Sam reached above you to cut your wrists down. “You okay?”
Despite your aching joints, you said, “Yeah.”
Sam helped you over to one of the cave’s walls. “You sure you're alright?”
“Yeah. Yep,” you groaned. “Where is he?”
“He's gone for now.”
“Oh, thank god,” you breathed, making Sam laugh a little. “Oh, sweet.” You noticed the stolen duffel bags next to you and started rummaging through yours. Haley let out a shriek, causing you to jerk your head in her direction. She’d found her brother, and thankfully, he was alive.
“Cut him down!” Haley ordered. Sam got to work.
You found a flare gun in Dean’s duffel bag, saying, “Check it out.” to the rest of your group.
“Flare guns. Those'll work,” Sam responded, grinning.
You laughed, throwing one of the guns at Dean who caught it easily. He twirled it around his finger, smirking at you.
“Enough fooling around, let’s go,” Haley urged. She shouldered her brother, and with Ben’s help, started moving down the mine shaft.
You and Sam held up the rear of the group while Dean took the lead. Amidst the clunky shuffling of Tommy’s weakened body down the shaft, you could hear the same deep, low growling you’d heard in the forest.
“Looks like someone's home for supper,” quipped Dean, scanning the corridor ahead of him.
“We'll never outrun it,” Haley said.
Dean looked back at you and Sam. “You thinking what I'm thinking?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Sam responded.
“I don’t,” you chimed in.
“You’ll catch on,” Dean shot back. “All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and (Y/N). They’re gonna get you out of here.”
“What are you gonna do?” Haley asked the older Winchester.
He winked at her, shooting her that same smile he’d shot you one of the first times you’d met him. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. He started yelling moments later, walking away from you. “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”
‘I bet he does.’ You surprised yourself. ‘What? What the fuck? He’s an asshole.’
Sam’s voice brought you out of your head. “All right, come on! Hurry!”
Your group rushed down the tunnel. You stayed in the rear, and Sam headed up to the front. He began leading your group down to where you could faintly see a bit of daylight peeking through.
And then, the growling again.
“Fuck,” you muttered. “Get him outta here!” you instructed the Collinses.
“(Y/N), no,” Haley told you.
“Go!” you urged her.
She finally nodded and started pulling her brothers down the tunnel with her. You aimed your flare gun at the direction where the growling was coming from.
“C’mon, motherfucker,” you grumbled, scanning the tunnel.
“(Y/N)!” Sam called from behind you.
You wheeled around to come face to face with the Wendigo. In your startle, you missed your shot with the flare gun. Your only other option was to take off after the three Collins siblings, closely followed by Sam.
“Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry,” Sam ordered the group. “Get behind me.” Given Sam’s size, he was able to hide all three Collinses behind him. You knew your pistol was no use, but you still aimed it at the creature anyway.
The Wendigo approached, taking its time in getting to you.
“Hey!” you suddenly heard Dean from behind the Wendigo. It wheeled around, only for Dean to shoot it in the stomach.
Flames curled up the Wendigo’s horribly disfigured body in twisted tendrils. The creature let out a howl before collapsing to the ground in a pile of burning embers.
Dean was revealed behind where the Wendigo previously stood. “Not bad, huh?”
Despite yourself, you grinned.
A quite chipper, clearly freshman EMT had patched you up upon your return to civilization. You had an uncomfortable laceration on your neck, a few scrapes above your eyebrow, and your wrists burned from where you had been tied up. You’d survive, it would just take you a few days to recover from.
You watched from a short distance as Haley approached Dean, both of whom had been patched up. You scowled as Dean smirked lasciviously at Haley and couldn’t help the bile rising in your throat when Haley leaned in to kiss Dean’s cheek. She said one final thing to Dean before walking toward the ambulance carrying Tommy with Ben.
“Thanks, (Y/N)!” she called to you.
You waved at her with a lopsided smile. She returned your grin before hopping into the back of the ambulance.
Sam motioned for you to come back over to Dean’s car.
“Man, I hate camping,” said Dean as you approached.
“Me too,” you shivered.
“Still scared of the woods?” he asked you, his tone slightly patronizing.
You ignored his tone and answered earnestly. “Definitely. Probably more so, now.” You crossed your arms over your body and hugged yourself.
A moment of silence passed before Dean addressed his brother. “Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” he nodded. “But in the meantime? I'm driving.”
Dean lolled his head to the side dramatically before tossing the keys to Sam. Recalling your fight with Dean at the campsite, you hesitated to get in the car when the brothers did.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Sam asked out of the driver’s side window. “Let’s go.”
You nodded, conceding, and hopped into the backseat. You threw your legs up on the leather beside you and stared out the window. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear Dean was staring at you.
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Allegheny Mountain Dusky Salamander (Desmognathus ochrophaeus), family Plethodontidae, Blackwater Canyon, West Virginia, USA
The Dusky Salamanders are rather hard to tell apart, so there is a possibility that this is Northern Dusky Salamander, D. fuscus, but sever characteristics point to this individual being D. ochrophaeus.
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The Hunter and The Witch: Dean Winchester x fem! reader
description: The boys and Y/N are still looking for John Winchester, now following after the coordinate clue he left.
warnings: cannon violence, blood, death, missing persons, usage and mention of guns, cursing (i think)
tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld
word count: 6,856
Wendigo
(Masterlist/ Next Chapter)
November 10, 2005
Sam jerks awake from the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean driving while a song from the Foreigner’s plays from the radio.
“You okay?” Dean asks voice clear with concern
Sam glances at him and then away, “Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Another nightmare?” Dean asks him, but Sam doesn't answer, only clearing his throat
“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean asks instead.
I look up from my book, with a questioning look.
Sam laughs practically reading my mind, “Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.”
“Just thought you might want to. Never mind.” Dean brushes off.
“Awwww, Dean, you softie” I say smiling widely with a laugh.
He catches my eyes in the rear view mirror giving me a gruff “No”, but the glint in my eye doesn't go away nor does the smile on my face.
He can deny it all he wants but I know he’s a softie, it’s one of the many many things I love about him…that made me fall for him
Sam laughs, piggy backing off of my teasing, “Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.”
“Mm-hm” Dean hums, and I have to agree with him here. There’s no way Sam’s okay, his girlfriend just died in front of him in the same way his mom was killed, I don’t think anyone would be okay after that.
Sam rolls his eyes, grabbing a map from the glove department, “All right, where are we?”
“We are just outside of Grand Junction.” Dean responds.
Sam folds the map, “You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.”
“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—“ Dean reasons getting cut off by Sam
“We gotta find Dad first.”
“Dad disappearing—and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do.” Dean remarked.
“It's weird, man.These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.” Sam points out.
“Hm? What about it?” I ask
“There's nothing there. It's just woods. Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?” Sam answers.
“Lots of things could be and or happen in the woods.” I explain just as we drive past a National Forest sign reading "Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forest".
The Impala is parked next to a sign that says "RANGER STATION Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest". Meanwhile we’re inside, Dean looking at the decorations while I look at the trinkets around.
Sam’s being the helpful one here looking at a 3D map of the forest, “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.” He informs.
“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear.” Dean calls out looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear.
“And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.” Sam adds on looking at the photo.
“This will certainly be interesting then” I murmur, picking up a little wooden bear from a shelf holding it up for the boys to see.
“You guys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?” A Ranger says from behind the boys, both of them whipping around startled.
I put the little bear down quickly, locking my hands behind my back with a tight smile on my face.
“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.” Sam covers laughing a little.
Dean grins raising a fist, “Recycle, man.”
I have to bite on the inside of my cheek to not laugh, so as to not break our cover.
“Bull” the Ranger calls, and suddenly I don’t feel like laughing.
“You're friends with that Haley girl, right?” he adds
“Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger…Wilkinson.” Dean goes along with it.
“Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” Ranger Wilkinson stated.
Dean shakes his head as the Ranger goes on,
“You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”
“We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?” Dean replied.
“That is putting it mildly.”
“Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.” Dean adds, clever guy.
We leave the station, Dean holding the paper he asked for laughing
“What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?” Sam asks him.
“Ew, please don’t answer that.” I groan, trying to ignore the pang that rings through my heart at the mere suggestion.
“What do you mean?” Dean asks, looking between me and Sam.
“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam explains, rounding the car to the passenger side.
“I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean reasons.
There’s a pause where no one says anything nor do we move to get into the car.
“What?” Sam asks
“Since when are you all shoot first, ask questions later, anyway?” Dean asks back in return.
“Since now.” He answers, opening the car door and entering.
“Really?” Dean looks from me to the car.
I took a step forward giving Dean’s upper arm a reassuring squeeze. It was meant to be helpful at best but squeezing his arm made me feel the hard muscle underneath his jacket and my head went blank for just one second, my hand lingering.
My face flushed as I gave him a quick smile, entering the car myself.
So much for being inconspicuous.
Dean didn’t move from outside the car for a moment longer, staring where I was standing previously, before throwing open the driver’s side door.
We stand outside the Collins house, the door opening by who I assume to be Haley Collins.
“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that’s Y/N, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.” Dean introduces.
Haley hesitates, “Lemme see some ID.”
Clever girl, I have to admit.
Dean pulls out a fake ID holding it up against the screen. Haley looks at it, then at Dean, who smiles.
She takes the lie, opening the door for us, “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” Dean says simply.
“That yours?” Haley asks Dean, referring to the Impala out front.
“Yeah” He answers.
“Nice car” Shs compliments.
Their brief conversation ends as she leads us into the kitchen, some younger guy sitting at the table on a laptop.
In the corner of my eye I see Dean mouthing something to Sam who rolls his eyes back, but I couldn’t tell what it was about
“So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?” Sam starts off.
Haley places a bowl on the table answering, “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.”
“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception.” Sam offers but that theory gets shut down quickly by Haley as she responds, “He's got a satellite phone, too.”
“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean reasons.
The boy on the laptop answered this time, “He wouldn't do that.”
“Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.” Haley explains.
“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks her as she places food down on the table.
“Yeah.” She answers pulling the pictures up quickly,
“That's Tommy” she points.
She clicks two more times showing another picture and then a video, she presses play.
“Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.”
“We will find your brother.” I tell her with a reassuring smile as I continue, “We’ll be heading to Blackwater Ridge in the morning.”
“Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.” Haley claims voice and face full of determination.
“I think I know how you feel,” Dean pipes in.
“Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?” Sam asks, cutting into the slightly heartfelt moment.
“Sure.”
The bar where we sat was a little loud, the sound of pool ringing in the background.
Sam sits across from Dean and I, me sitting on the inside of the booth; a habit we’d picked up when we were younger.
“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.” Sam informs us opening John's journal
“Anything before that?” I ask him, leaning forward a bit more.
Sam pulls out newspaper articles sliding them between me and Dean.
“Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.” Sam speaks as we read the article titled
‘The Lost Creek Gazette.’
GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!
UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA
HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'
Families continue search and rescue efforts in spite of disappointing [...]
“And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936.” Sam adds, his laptop now pulled out.
“I know bears can be dangerous and all but do people really believe a bear is responsible for eight plus, people’s disappearance. There’s no way a bear would be so pattern like.” I say baffled.
“Yeah well people believe what they want to when nothing else makes sense” Sam answers opening his laptop, continuing with his information
“Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out.” He turns his computer towards Dean and I, going through three frames at a time. A shadow crosses the screen.
I squint at the shadow as Dean says, “Do it again.”
He adds, “That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”
“It’s actually just the reverse flash” I joke
Sam breathes a short laugh, understanding my reference, as he closes his laptop.
Dean looks between the both of us, “Nerds.”
I laugh nudging Dean with my body, “Oh you know you love us” I tease.
“Yeah yeah” he answers playfully, shoving me lightly.
Dean then hits Sam causing him to look up,“Anyway I told you something weird was going on.”
“Yeah, but I got one more thing” Sam adds, bringing back the serious energy. “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”
“Is there a name?”
Mr.Shaw, the only survivor of these attacks, leads us inside his house with a cigarette in his mouth as he talks to us “Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—“
Sam interrupts, “Grizzly? That's what attacked them?”
Mr. Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.
“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean adds, a pause hits the room before he continues, “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”
Another pause, he adds, “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”
“I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.” Mr.Shaw sits down, “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”
“Mr. Shaw trust me when I say that we’ve seen things, crazy things, there’s nothing you could tell us that we wouldn’t believe” I speak honestly.
He doesn’t answer for a beat, grumbling underneath his breath before finally responding, “Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.”
“It came at night?” Sam asks.
He nods.
Sam asks another question, “Got inside your tent?”
“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.” Mr.Shaw clarifies.
“It killed them?” Sam questions.
“Dragged them off into the night.” Mr.Shaw shakes his head adding, “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.”
Another pause rings through the room before he lifts a hand to his collar, “Did leave me this, though.”
He opens his collar revealing three long scars, claw marks.
“There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”
LATER
We walk the length of the motel corridor, discussing our new found information.
“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls.” Dean says.
“So it's probably something else, something corporeal.” Sam offers
“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.” Dean mocks,
“Seriously, that's some big word use” I add on laughing.
“Shut up. So what do you think?” Sam ignores our teasing, well Deans teasing. I wasn't really joking, this time.
“The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.” Dean answers using Sam’s big word.
We exited the motel entering its parking lot, heading to the Impala.
Dean opens the truck and then the weapons box, propping it up with a shotgun, as he always does, before putting guns into a duffel bag.
“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.” Sam reasons leaning in.
“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean answers, and I have to agree.
“Yeah.” Sam replies.
“Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.” Dean lists out.
“I gotta agree with Dean, there’s no way we’d be able to convince Haley anyways so there’s no point in trying.” I pipe in.
Dean picks up the duffel, throwing me a smile. Most likely because I agreed with him this time.
“And finding Dad's not enough? No we gotta babysit too?” Sam argues slamming the weapons box shut, then the trunk.
Dean stares at Sam.
“What?” Sam asks.
“Nothing.” He answers, throwing the duffel bag at Sam turning to walk away.
Sam stares at me and I shrug not knowing what that was about with Dean either.
The next day
The Impala pulls up. Haley, Ben (her other brother), and some other guy in shorts stare at us as we get out of the car.
I handed Sam the duffle bag that was riding with me in the back seat. Securing my brown messenger bag across my chest, carrying some more witchy belongings that might be of aid including my spell book.
“You guys got room for three more? Dean calls out.
“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley questions.
“Who are these guys?” Mystery man in shorts asks.
“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.” Haley comments, eyeing us up.
Sam heads past us all, clearly not wanting to be here any longer then we have to.
“You're rangers?” Shorts man asks.
“That's right.” Dean confirms.
And I can already tell that we’re going to be bumping heads with this shorts wearing guy.
“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley picks out.
Dean looks down at himself causing me to look down at myself feeling a little conscious now that Haley pointed our outfits out. But hey I’m prepared for the cold wearing a long sleeve shirt, a black sweatshirt, my fleece corduroy jacket that I always wear, and…jeans (to me this seems very logical).
“Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.” Dean replies simply heading past Haley.
“Wait, I'm sorry, why would we wear shorts? It’s already cold out and as it gets darker that’s only going to worsen plus wearing shorts leaves you more vulnerable to whatever is out there.” I point behind,me towards the woods, adding, “And I’m just gonna assume here that you short wearing man are supposed to be this, uh, hunter? Haley mentioned yesterday.”
I hear Dean huff a laugh a couple steps in front of us.
Short wearing man didn’t take too kindly to my questioning, “What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt. And it’s Roy.”
Sam turns back as Dean calls out behind him, “Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all.”
Dean passes Sam, and I begin walking after them.
The group hikes through the forest, Roy leading us followed by Dean, Haley, Ben, me, and then Sam holding up the rear.
“Roy, you said you did a little hunting.” Dean says, making conversation.
“Yeah, more than a little.” Roy answers, sounding quite proud.
“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?” Dean keeps the convo going.
“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.”
Poor bears.
Dean passes Roy taking the lead, “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”
I laugh maybe a little too hard, I bite my bottom lip remembering the serious circumstance in which we’re here.
Roy grabs Dean, “Whatcha doing, Roy?” he asks.
Roy grabs a stick poking something behind Dean.
A loud snap rings through the quiet forest, a bear trap, Dean was one step away from walking into a bear trap.
“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.” Roy drops the stick, retaking the lead.
Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead as we continue hiking.
“It’s a bear trap.” Dean points out.
I catch up to him, giving him a hit on the arm looking at him with a face full of worry. Has he been in more dangerous situations than a bear trap? Yes. But I can’t help but worry, even over the stupid things.
His face softens and he gives me a smile.
Haley caught up to us immediately calling out, “You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.”
She grabs Dean's arm, “So who the hell are you?”
Ben passes us by, Sam and I look at Dean. He gives us a look that tells us to go, that he has it covered and we do.
LATER
Roy’s leading the way still, this time the following order is Sam, Ben, me, Haley and Dean.
“This is it. Blackwater Ridge.” Roy announces
Sam passed him as he asked, “What coordinates are we at?”
Roy pulls out a GPS, answering, “Thirty-five and minus one-eleven.”
Dean goes up to Sam, catching my wrist as he goes by pulling me after him.
“You hear that?” Dean asks. We listen. Its dead quiet.
“Yeah. Not even crickets.” Sam confirms.
“I'm gonna go take a look around.” Roy announces
“You really shouldn’t go off by yourself” I warn.
“That’s sweet. Don’t worry about me” He waves his gun pushing past us to retake the lead.
Stubborn shorts man.
Dean turns back to Ben and Haley as they catch up, “All right, everybody stays together. Let's go.”
Sam, Dean, Ben, Haley and I are looking around near a particularly large rock before we hear Roy yelling for Haley.
She runs over to his voice, the rest of us following closely.
“Oh my God.” The tents are torn open and bloody, all the supplies being scattered.
“Looks like a grizzly.” Roy announces.
We all sort of break off, not far from each other, looking around for any clues or anything of the sort.
Haley begins yelling for Tommy, practically throwing her backpack down as she goes through the campsite. Sam moves to catch up to her, I don’t hear the conversation as I focus on the tracks I found. But whatever he said got her to stop yelling
I crouch to see the tracks better, getting Dean's attention as he crouches next to me before calling out for Sam. He comes over, joining our crouching party.
“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here” I point, “the tracks just vanish.”
“I’ll tell you what, that’s no skinwalker or black dog” Dean adds standing up, heading back to the campsite, Sam and I following.
Haley’s picked up a cell phone that I assume is Tommy’s from the blood on it. She’s hunched over on the ground crying.
Dean crouches next to her, “Hey, he could still be alive.” he says reassuringly.
“Help! Help” a sudden voice yells out. Almost in sync, our heads snap towards the direction of the voice.
Roy leads the way everyone running after him
“Help! Somebody!” the voice yells out again.
But when we reached where it was coming from there was no one around.
“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?” Haley asks and I nod.
“Everybody back to camp” Sam orders, we obey as we run back.
All of the supplies are missing, and suddenly I'm grateful for carrying my bag with me even if it only slightly got in the way of my running.
“Our packs!” Haley yells, pointing out the obvious.
“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone.” Roy mutters.
“What the hell is going on?” Haley commands.
“It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help.” Sam informs.
“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.” Roy corrects.
Sam goes over to Dean and I as Roy goes on this ‘nutjob’ theory, “I need to speak with you, both. In private.”
We follow him a little bit away from the group, “Let me see Dad's journal.”
Dean hands it over, Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.
“All right, check that out.” Sam turns the book so we can see it better pointing to a First Nations–style drawing of a figure, more specifically a Wendigo.
“Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west.” Dean rationalizes.
“It does make sense though. I mean the claws and especially the way it can mimic a human voice” I explained. Getting eager head nods from Sam, “Exactly” he adds.
“Great. Then this is useless” Dean sighs,taking out his pistol. Being the only way to kill a Wendigo is silver through the heart or fire.
Sam gives back the journal heading past us back to camp before stopping, “We gotta get these people to safety.”
Back at the campsite, Sam addresses the group, “All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”
“What? Haley asks.
“Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.” Roy buds in and all I can think about is how stubborn this man is.
“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now.” Sam ordered.
“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.” Roy lists out.
“Relax” Dean cuts in.
“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.” Sam says.
Roy steps up to Sam getting in his face, “You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.”
It’s then I decide I'm not going to get in the middle of this argument, seeing as this will definitely turn into a ‘who’s more macho’ sort of deal.
“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.” Sam challenges.
Roy laughs, “You know you're crazy, right?”
“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—“ Dean cuts Sam off, pushing him.
“Chill out.” Dean orders.
“Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.” Haley informs, and as much as it’s a stupid stubborn choice it is her brother.
There's a long pause before Dean speaks up, “It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”
“How?”
It’s pitch dark out now, our only source of light being the campfire that was built.
Deans drawing a Anasazi symbol, for protection, around the campsite as the rest of us are kind of just sitting around the fire.
“One more time, that’s—“ Haley asks poking at the fire
“An anasazi symbol, it’s for our protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them” I explain for at least the fifth time.
Roy laughs, holding a gun over his shoulder.
I give him a sharp gaze as Dean says, “Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy.”
Dean finishes the symbol sitting next to Sam and I, Sam being in the middle.
“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asks him
“Dean—“
But Dean cuts him off, “No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?”
Feeling as this is going to turn personal quickly, more of a family/brotherly moment that wouldn’t include me, I get up giving them a nod and a look that lets them know I'm giving them privacy. I move to sit near Haley, instead.
A few minutes have gone before suddenly someone screams and it isn’t anyone in our group, “Help me! Please!”
It’s almost most definitely the wendigo.
I see Dean stand, readying his gun as another “Help!” rings through the normally quiet woods.
Sam pulled out a flashlight, throwing one to me before flashing it around in an attempt to see if the wendigo is close by, I follow suit doing the same.
“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put.” Dean commands.
“Inside the magic circle?” Roy mocks.
“Jesus Christ Roy, yes!” I exclaimed, Roy getting on my nerves.
“Help! Help me” The wendigo yells, mimicking a human voice, growling following.
Roy points his gun at the sound, “Okay, that's no grizzly.”
Haley turns, talking to her younger brother, “It's okay. You'll be alright, I promise.”
Something rushes past, Haley shrieks.
“It’s here.” Sam announces.
Roy shoots the rustling, twice.
“I hit it” he yells running off to see what exactly he hit.
“Roy! No!” I yell after him
Dean turns to Haley and Ben, commanding them, “Don’t move.”
Haley grabs a stick lighting it on fire as a weapon. Dean gives me and Sam a nod, queuing us to run after Roy.
“It's over here! It's in the tree!” Roy announces.
Sam and I use our flashlights, looking to see where Roy went. But we wind up with nothing.
It’s day now, hours since Roy went missing.
Now we sit trying to explain the whole supernatural stuff we encounter.
Sam’s sitting against a tree stump holding his dads journal whilst me, Dean, Haley, and Ben are among the tents
“I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real.” Haley states.
“I wish I could tell you different.” Dean replies, half shrugging.
“You can say that again” I mumble.
“How do we know it's not out there watching us?” Haley asks
“We don't. But we're safe for now.” Dean answers.
“How do you know about this stuff?” She asks
There’s a pause where you can see the gears turning in Dean's head as he considers an answer, “Kind of runs in the family.”
“Literally” I mermer underneath my breath, we hadn’t told them I was a Witch, which was probably for the better considering we’re being hunted by a Wendigo and they had just learned that the things in the dark are real.
Sam comes over, “Hey. So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.”
Haley stands nodding
“Well, hell, you know I'm in.” Dean answers, “Same here” I add.
Sam opens the journal to the wendigo page, turning the book around for Haley and Ben to see.
“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'.” Sam informs.
“They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.” Dean adds to the information.
“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asks.
“Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.” Dean answers.
“Like the Donner Party.” Ben offers.
“Nice reference” I compliment before joining in on the info train, “And, uh, cultures all over the world actually believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities like speed, strength, immortality…” I trail off
“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry.” Dean adds on.
“So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley points out.
“You're not gonna like it.” Dean answers simply, glancing from Sam to me then back to Haley.
“Tell me.” She orders.
“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.” Dean finishes.
“And then how do we stop it?” Haley asks
“Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically we gotta torch the sucker.” He holds up a can of lighter fluid, a beer bottle, and a white cloth aka the makings of a molotov cocktail.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean leads the group, molotov cocktail in hand, as we follow the trail of claw marks on trees and blood.
It’s a while later when Sam starts leading the group.
“Dean. Y/N”
We catch up quickly, “mhm?” I hum in question
“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.” Sam talks, pointing out the bloody broken tree branches.
“Ah fric-“ My commentary gets cut off by growling, we whip around the trees rustling.
Haley’s standing under a tree looking up, blood dripping on her. When suddenly she leaps out of the way a corpse falling to the ground with a thud.
Roy’s corpse.
“His neck's broken.” Dean announces, examining the body as Sam helps Haley up.
More growling surrounds us.
“Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!” Dean yells and without a second thought we take off. The sounds of our boots hitting the soft dirt.
In the corner of my eye I see Sam retreating backwards, I stop running, turning to see if he’s okay.
Bens on the ground, getting hauled up by Sam. I head closer towards them in case the wendigo decides to show up knowing I can at the very least hold it off.
“Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha.” Sam reassures Ben, as we start running again.
A scream, noticeably Haley’s racks the forest.
“Haley” Ben asks skidding to a stop.
Sam and I stop running, noticing that Dean and Haley are nowhere to be seen.
Sam bends down picking up Deans molotov cocktail, the bottles broken.
“Dean!”
~~~~~~~~~~~
“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asks, walking in front of us.
“Roys shooting probably pissed it off” I answer wrapping my arms around myself, hoping the worry in my voice isn’t apparent.
Ben leans down picking something up, turning towards us holding up a peanut m&m. He moves over revealing a trail of them, “They went this way.”
I smile, Ben hands over the m&m to Sam who laughs.
“It's better than breadcrumbs.”
He tosses the piece of chocolate away.
We follow the trial carefully, coming up to a mine entrance marked with a sign that reads
‘WARNING! DANGER! DO NOT ENTER EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL.’
We all look at each other shrugging before entering.
Sam leads the way, flashlight shining ahead.
There’s a sudden growl, he quickly turns the light off pulling Ben and me against the wall.
A tall white figure with long fingers stalks towards us, Sam having to cover Ben's mouth before he screams.
The Wendigo takes a different tunnel, only just missing us.
We keep going, the floors creaking below our feet.
A particular step made the floor creak a little too much, but before I can even take another step forward the floor collapses underneath us.
I groan quietly at the hard landing, trying to contain my coughing from the dust and destroyed wood. I looked down, noticing that the hard landing was a pile of bones.
I get up swiftly feeling grossed out, Ben must have just noticed the bones as he leaps backwards. Sam helps him up as he reassuringly says, “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.”
We look up, finding Dean and Haley hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. My eyes widen and I feel my heart physically drop. I’ve been hunting before, even with Dean a couple of times. But I've never seen him hurt, not like this, not during a hunt, not being tied up.
Sam runs to Dean, Ben to Haley.
“Y/N! Cover us?” Sam orders and I move, breaking out of my freezing. I have my back towards the others, my hands lit up with pure white energy, ready for the wendigo. I knew it wouldn’t kill it, but at least I could keep it back.
“Haley, wake up!” Ben yells and I’m tempted to turn around but I know I shouldn’t.
“Dean!” Sam yells.
“Hey, you okay?” I hear Sam ask from behind me.
I hear Dean suck in a breath behind me, “Yeah.” He grumbles.
“Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!” Ben yells again.
In the corner of my eye I see Sam cut down Dean and then Haley, moving them to an empty patch of floor. As they move I follow, still covering them.
Dean makes a pained noise. I clench my fists, the white energy still surging around them.
“Dean, you okay?” I ask, still not turning around.
He groans in pain, “Yeah. Yep. Where is he?”
“He’s gone for now” I answer simply.
Haley runs past me to a figure hanging in the corner, she starts crying, it’s then that I know it’s Tommy.
She touches his face gently, his head jerks up and she jumps back with a shriek. She turns towards me, eyeing me and the boys behind me, I don’t make eye contact.
Not because I don’t want to help but because I don’t want her to see my eyes, knowing my irises would be purple. Stupid thing to worry about when literal energy was coming from my hands, she’d see that before my eyes. But, still, I was scared for the moment she asks what the hell was going on with me. When her or her brothers do. It’s a rooted fear that no matter how much time goes by I can’t seem to shake.
Sam heads over and cuts Tommy free.
“We’re gonna get you home” She tells him.
A hand touches my shoulder and I tense, flinching slightly, even though it felt familiar.
“Relax” Dean whispers near my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
“You don’t have to be so stiff trying to protect us, cause look what I found” He holds up two flare guns pointing to a pile in the corner full of stolen supplies.
“Flare guns. Those’ll work” Sam says grinning.
Dean laughs and twirls the guns in his hands, and I can’t help the smile that makes its way onto my face.
We head down the tunnel Dean and Sam in the lead with their flare guns as I keep to the rear of the group.
“Looks like someone's home for supper.” Dean comments at the growling we heard.
“We’ll never outrun it” Haley points out.
Dean looks back at us, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah, I think so.” Sam answers and I nod.
“All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Y/N. They’re gonna get you out of here.” Dean plans.
“What are you gonna do?” Haley asks Dean.
He winks, walking and yelling, “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”
Sam waits until Dean is a safe distance away, “All right, come on! Hurry!”
The Collinses follow him down the tunnel, as I continue to hold down the rear.
We hurry down the tunnel before we hear more growling.
Sam points the gun in the direction, then lowers it turning to the Collinses.
“Get him outta here” He orders
“Sam, no”
“Go! Y/N get them outta here, Go!” he orders
I turned to the family making sure I no longer was using my powers as I pushed them out of there.
A moment later I hear Sam running after us, catching up, “Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry” he says, and I let him get in front of me as we reach the end of the tunnel.
I half turn to see the wendigo right behind us. I pivot the rest of the way around, quickly letting my hands light back up with energy during the half second that I moved.
I move my hands in front of me throwing a large energy blast right at the tall white creature, sending it a few feet back knocking it into a tree (the one that got in the way of it getting thrown further).
“Get behind me.” Sam tells the Collinses, hiding them behind himself as I stay in front of him.
The Wendigo approaches again and I throw it back again, a little harder this time.
I keep my hand in front of me, still lit with white energy as I bring my other hand down, flicking it swiftly, conjuring a flare gun into my hand.
I let the wendigo stalk a little closer before I raise my hand with the gun, I aim, pulling the trigger.
Just as Dean comes up a foot behind the wendigo, pulling his trigger.
The flare I shot goes off first, Deans following a second later. The wendigo goes up in flames.
“Teamwork” Dean says grinning at me.
I huff a laugh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An ambulance loads up Tommy, two police officers interview Ben as Sam stands behind him.
“So…what was that whole thing back there with you” Haley asks me hands in her pockets, her and Dean both already patched up.
“I, oh, um…I’m a witch” I answer, feeling as if I'm shrinking inside myself. Telling people has never been a part I enjoy much.
“You're in the journal?” She asks
“I mean not me specifically but witches, yes. Most witches aren’t good, quite the opposite really…” I tail off looking down, feeling uncomfortable.
“Thank you.” She says leaning her head down to catch my eyes before adding, “I don’t know how to thank you guys.”
I just smile at her, glad to have helped but also glad to have moved away from the awkward conversation.
But when I look over to Dean, he’s smirking lasciviously.
“Whelp that’s my que to leave.” I announce, not wanting to know her answer. I turn around, heading to the Impala, a certain stabbing feeling echoes in my heart and I know it must be jealousy.
Which is stupid because 1. it’s not like me and Dean are even together, and 2. Dean does not like me in any sort of romantic way.
“Must you cheapen the moment” I hear Haley comment as I walk away, leaning on the hood of the Impala.
A minute or so later Sam joins me, and then Dean.
“Man, I hate camping.” Dean remarked
“Me too.”
“Amen.”
“You know we're gonna find Dad, right?” Dean asks, and I know the question is for Sam.
“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving.” Sam says all proudly.
Dean tosses him the keys smiling widely
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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
Wendigo
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It had been a week since Jess' death, the boys and I had stuck around to look for the monster that did this. But we came up with nothing, so we started to make our way to Blackwater Ridge. I followed the boys all the way to that place, we stopped one time at a gas station and I went to check on them when Sam sighs as he looks over the map.
"It's weird, guys." Sam exclaims as Dean was finishing putting gas in his car. "What's weird, Sam?" I asked as I lean against the passenget side window to look at him.
"These coordinates dad left us. This Blackwater Ridge." He replied.
"What about it?" Dean asked once he starts to get inside of the car. "There's nothing there. It's just woods." Sam said then he sets the map there, while he looks around confused.
"Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" He asked us, Dean and I shrug before we loaded up and got back on the road.
Eventually, we parked next to a sign that said RANGER STATION Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest. The three of us were inside of the ranger station, Sam and I were looking at a 3D map of the national forest, paying particular attention to the ridge labeled BLACKWATER RIDGE. Dean, on the other hand, was looking at the decorations.
"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote. It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." I said as we stare at the map.
"Guys, check out the size of this freaking bear." Dean said. We look over and see a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. Sam and I come to stand next to Dean.
"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area." Sam mutters.
"It's no nature hike, that's for sure." I remarked.
"You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" A male voice asked, startling us. We turned around to see a male ranger standing behind us, a look of suspicion on his face.
"Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam replied then laughs a little while Dean grins and raises a fist.
"Recycle, man." Dean said and I nodded.
"Bull. You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" The ranger asked and I consider this for a moment. "Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger—" I said then I check his nametag and see it said Wilkinson.
"Wilkinson." I finished.
"Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Wilkinson said and the boys and I shake our head. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine." Wilkinson said to us and I give a nod to him.
"We will." I said.
"Yeah that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean asked. "That is putting it mildly." Wilkinson grumbles.
"Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." Dean said. Wilkinson eyes Dean, who raises his eyebrows at the man.
*****
Dean holds a piece of paper and laughing as we left the station and headed toward the Impala and my bike. "What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked him. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, confused.
"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Sam asked, annoyed, as we stop on opposite sides of the Impala, I was standing next to Dean while Sam was over on the passenger side.
"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" Dean asked then there was a pause of silence. "What?" Sam said, confused.
"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?" I asked Sam. Normally, he's never like this. I've been to a few hunts with them before all this and Sam usually is the one that likes to question everything. But now, he's gone all Rambo on us.
"Since now." Sam replied, firmly, then he gets inside of the car. Dean and I exchange looks as Dean said. "Really?" I shrug then head to my bike.
*****
I knocked on the door of a house and we stood there for a moment before it opens, revealing a girl with long brown hair. "You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam and (y/n), we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy." Dean said and Haley hesitates.
"Lemme see some ID." She demanded and Dean pulls out a fake ID and holds it up against the screen. She looks at it, then at Dean, who smiles. Finally, she opens the door. "Come on in." She said to us. "Thanks." Dean said and we head inside.
"That yours?" Haley asked Dean, nodding towards the Impala.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"Nice car." She said then she sees my motorcycle. "Cool motorcycle, who's is that?" She asked. "Mine. And thanks." I said.
Haley turns to lead us into the kitchen, where a younger man is sitting at the table on a laptop. Dean turns his head to mouth something to us, but we roll our eyes at him.
"So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked Haley as she comes back into the room with a bowl she places on the table. "He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now." She replied.
"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception." I said, shrugging.
"He's got a satellite phone, too." Haley said.
"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean asked. "He wouldn't do that." The young man said. Dean eyes the boy before he looks away. Haley puts more food on the table.
"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." She said
"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked her. "Yeah." She said then she goes and gets a laptop, turns it on and pulls up some pictures.
"That's Tommy." She said as she clicks twice and another picture comes up, then the still frame opens up a video.
"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Tom said when I saw a shadow flicking past behind Tom. I glanced over at the boys and Sam looks over at me and I could tell he saw the same thing I did.
"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." Dean said. "Then maybe I'll see you there." She said and we look at her, confused.
"Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself." She said.
"I think I know how you feel." Dean said as i keep starting at the video.
"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" I asked Haley. "Sure." She said.
*****
That night, the boys and I were sitting at a bar as we looked over the newspapers and the pictures Haley forwarded us. "So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Sam said as he opens John's journal.
"Any before that?" Dean asked and I pull out newspaper articles to show him. "Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." I said as I show him The Lost Creek Gazette.
GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!
UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA
HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'
Then Sam pulls out his laptop. "And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936." He said as opens the laptop, which already has a window open to Tom's video. "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out." I said as Sam pulls up the video and goes through three frames of the video one at a time.
A shadow crosses the screen.
"Do it again." Dean said and Sam repeats the frames. "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." I explained and Dean hits Sam, making him look up.
"Told you guys something weird was going on." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam mutters as he closes the laptop.
"We got one more thing." Sam said and he hands over another newspaper article. "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive." I said to Dean as he looks at the Gazette.
"Is there a name?" He asked and I nodded.
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"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—" Mr Shaw said to us as we stood inside his house. "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam asked while Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.
"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" I asked but Shaw stays silent. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Dean asked, but again he says nothing.
"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." Dean said to Shaw. "I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make." Shaw said as he sits down.
"You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did." Shaw said, sadly, then Sam sits down across from Shaw. "Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" Sam asked him.
"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard." He replied after he pauses for a few seconds.
"It came at night?" I asked him and he nods. "Got inside your tent?"
"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it." Shaw replied then he looks at us, the horrors of that night filled his eyes.
"Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming." He said.
"It killed them?" Sam asked.
"Dragged them off into the night." Shaw replied then he shakes his head.
"Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since." Shaw replied as he takes a breath then his hands goes to his collar. "Did leave me this, though." He said and he opens his collar to reveal three long scars, claw marks. The boys and I look at this in shock. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon." Shaw said to us.
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Later, the boys and I walk the length of the motel corridor with rooms on either side. "Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." Dean said to us. "So it's probably something else, something corporeal." Sam said and Dean looks at him.
"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor." Dean grumbles, sarcastically. "Shut up." Sam mumbles.
"So what do you think?" I asked Dean. "The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it." Dean said.
Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun. He puts some guns in a duffel bag. "We cannot let that Haley girl go out there." Sam said to Dean. "Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" I asked him.
"Yeah." Sam replied.
"Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean said as he picks up the duffel.
"Finding Dad's not enough?" Sam asked, angrily, as he slams the weapons box shut, then the trunk. "Now we gotta babysit too?" He asked and Dean and I look at him.
"What?" Sam asked us.
"Nothing." Dean and I said as Dean throws the duffel bag at Sam and walks off. Sam stares after him then looks over at me, I shrug then walked away.
*****
The next day, we pull up to the forest where we see Haley, her brother Ben, and another guy. Sam and Dean get out of the car while I get off my bike. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out two duffel bags then hands one of them to me. "You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked them. "Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asked us.
"Who are these guys?" The guy asked her. "Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Haley replied as Sam heads past everyone.
"You're rangers?" The guy asked us.
"That's right." I said to him.
"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley asked us and Dean looks down at himself. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean said to her.
"And trust me, that is a sight you don't want to see." I teased and Dean looks over me.
"How would you know? You've been thinking about me in shorts?" He asked, a flirtatious look on his face, and I let out a laugh. "Yeah, you wish." I said as we walk past Haley.
"What, you guys think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The unknown man said to us.
"Believe me, we know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all." I said and we head into the woods.
*****
We hike through the forest, the man now we known named Roy was in the lead, the rest of us were bringing up the rear. "Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean said to him. "Yeah, more than a little." Roy replied. "Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean asked him.
"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Roy replied as Dean passes Roy.
"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean asked him, sarcastically, then Roy grabs Dean. Sam and I look on, waiting to see if we needed to intervene. "Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asked.
Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dea had almost stepped in. "You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Rot sneered then he drops the stick and retakes the lead.
"It's a bear trap." Dean said as he looks over at the rest of us and I shake my head and rolled my eyes. Then we hiked on when Haley catches up to Dean. "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffelbag. You're not rangers." She accuses then she grabs Dean's arm.
"So who the hell are you?" She asked him as Ben walks past them then Sam and I look at him as we come up to them.
Dean indicates us with an expression that tells us to go on by and we obey as we walk on
*3rd Person POV*
Dean watches his brother and his best friend walk off before he looks back at Haley. "Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat." Dean said to her.
"And what about her?" Haley asked, nodding towards (y/n). Dean looks over at (y/n) and felt his heart beating a little faster before he looks back at Haley. "She's a long time friend of ours that's helping us." Dean replied.
"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Haley asked him. "I'm telling you now. This is probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman...besides (y/n). So we okay?" Dean asked her and she stares at him.
"Yeah, okay." She said, nodding.
"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" He asked then he pulls out a big bag of peanut M&Ms and sticks his hand in the bag as he hikes on. Haley waits a moment, then follows him.
*(y/n)'s POV*
"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy said as he leads us to another section of the woods. "What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked him as he and I walk up to him. Roy pulls out a GPS, which reads N 35° 45.383, W 111°00.55.
"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Roy replied as Dean comes up to us
"You hear that?" Dean asked us and we listened to the silence.
"Yeah. Not even crickets." Sam remarked.
"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy said and he started to walk ahead. "You shouldn't go off by yourself." I said to him and he turns to me. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me." He said then he waves his gun and retakes the lead.
I turn back to the others as Ben and Haley catch up. "All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." I said and we walk on until Roy shouts. "Haley! Over here!"
Haley runs towards Roy's voice, followed by us, until we come to a halt.
"Oh my God." She whispered as we see tents all torn open and bloody and all the supplies were scattered. "Looks like a grizzly." Roy remarked as Dean, Haley and I look around.
"Tommy?" Haley shouts as she takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite. "Tommy!"
Sam moves to catch up with Haley and tries to shush her but she continues to yell out for her brother. "Shh-hh-hh!" Sam shushed her.
"Why?" She asked, angrily.
"Something might still be out there." Sam replied.
"(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean shouts. Then we go over to Dean, snapping a stick, and crouch next to him. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Dean said as the three of us stand up.
"I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog." I said to the boys. Dean then goes back to the campsite and Sam and I follow. Haley picks up a bloody cell phone and she begind to cry. She turns the phone over and the back is open. Dean crouches next to her.
"Hey, he could still be alive." Dean assures her and she gives him a look.
"Help! Help!" A voice shouted, making us all jump. Roy then leads the way as we run to the aid of the shouter. "Help! Somebody!" The voice screamed but so far we didn't find anybody.
"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked as we stopped and listened, but whoever was screaming...they stopped.
"Everybody back to camp." Sam said and we start to make our way back.
****
Back at the campsite, all of our supplies were missing. "Our packs!" Haley shouts. "So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy grumbles.
"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked. "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." I pointed out.
"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy said and I start to add everything together before I turn to Sam and Dean.
"I need to speak with you guys. In private." I said and we head a little ways away from the group. "Let me see John's journal." I said and Dean hands it over. I flip it open then flip through until I find a particular page.
"All right, check that out." I said as I points to a drawing of a figure.
"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west." Dean said, exasperated. "She's right, Dean. Think about it, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." Sam said and I point and nod at him.
"Great." Dean grumbles, annoyed, then takes out his pistol.
"Well then this is useless." He said as I give him back the journal. "We gotta get these people to safety." I said to the boys and Sam nods.
****
Back at the campsite, Sam addresses the group. "All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated." He said to them. "What?" Haley asked. "Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy said, cocky, and I roll my eyes at this.
"It's not him we're worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." I said to Roy
"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders." Roy said as he starts to walk right up to me but Dean goes to stand between us.
"Relax." Dean said to him, firmly, while Sam comes up next to me. "We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? We're trying to protect you." Sam said then Roy steps right into Sam's space.
"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night." Roy sneers while Sam glares at Roy. "Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Sam said and Roy laughs.
"You know you're crazy, right?" Roy said. "Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—" Sam started to say when Roy started to attack Sam.
"Roy!" Haley shouts as Dean and I stop the fight and I push Sam away while Dean pushes Roy away.
"Chill out." Dean said.
"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." Haley yells and we look around at her.
"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." I said, calmly.
"How?" Haley asked and I smirked.
****
Night had fallen and we had built a campfire. Dean and I were drawing some symbols in the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire. "One more time, that's—" Haley started to ask but Dean answers her. "Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." He replied. Roy laughs, a gun over his shoulder.
"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." I said and Dean looks over at Sam, who was sitting at the edge of the campsite.
I sighed and looked over at Dean. He stares at me and I nod, encouragingly, then he looks down then goes over to Sam and talks to him. "Sooo...you guys are friends?" Haley asked me once I finished making the symbols.
"Yeah, ever since we were kids." I said as I look over at her.
"And there is nothing going on between you and those two?" She asked and I looked over at her in disbelief. "No, there's nothing going on." I said, firmly.
"And you guys hunt monsters like these...wendigos?" Haley asked me. But before I can answer, Rot speaks up. "Don't fall for this crap, Haley." Roy growled. Haley rolls her eyes as I let out a sigh.
"To answer your question, yes." I replied. She nods and was about to say something else when a twig snaps.
"Help me! Please!" A voice screams and I pull out my pistol while Dean stands and readies his gun. "Help!" The voice screams while Sam shines his flashlight around. "He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said as he and Sam come back over to us.
"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked, skeptically. "Help! Help me!" The voice shouts again then something begins to growl. Roy points his gun at the sound.
"Okay, that's no grizzly." Roy said while Haley goes to Ben. "It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." She said to her brother when something rushes past. Haley shrieks.
"It's here." Sam said and Roy begins to shoot at the rustling, then again. "I hit it!" He shouts and he goes to see what he hit.
"Roy, no! Roy!" I shouted as I chase after Roy.
*3rd Person POV*
"(y/n)!" Dean shouts, fearfully, then he turns to Haley and Ben. "Don't move." He orders then Haley picks up a stick and holds it, burning it at one end, as a weapon. Dean and Sam run after Roy and (y/n). Dean's heart was pounding in his chest when he couldn't see her at all but he was able to hear the footsteps.
"It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy shouts while (y/n) said. "Roy! Don't!"
But she stops running when the wendigo reaches down from the tree and snaps Roy's neck.
"Roy!" (Y/n) shouts as the boys make their way to her and Dean grabs her arm as Sam pans his flashlight around the forest before they head back to the campsite.
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Canaan Valley National Wildlife Refuge, Part 2. Had Allegheny Power gotten its way 40 years ago, the land included as part of this idyllic refuge would today be the muddy bottom of a lake formed by damming the Blackwater River. The power company proposed turning the largest and most botanically-diverse high-elevation wetlands complex east of the Rocky Mountains into a “recreation destination” (e.g., overpriced tourist trap similar to nearby Deep Creek, Maryland) so it could execute a sketchy pump and release hydroelectric scheme. Thankfully, the US Army Corps of Engineers refused to issue a permit, and the nation has been since been rewarded with its 500th national wildlife refuge.
From top: the open grasslands of the refuge, which are actively managed similar to prairies in the Midwest to increase wildlife diversity, black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta), one of the primary benefactors of the open grasslands; flat-topped white aster (Doellingeria umbellata), also known as parasol white-top, a tall, grand late summer aster of the Appalachia’s higher elevations; a thistle seed pod, which draws hordes of goldfinches; field milkwort (Polygala sanguinea), also known as purple milkwort, a field-loving beauty that deserves more attention from native wildflower gardeners; the spindly seed pods of virgin’s bower (Clematis virginiana), another harbinger of autumn’s impending approach; and a tranquil stretch of the Blackwater River, just before it exits the valley in a violent spasm and descends in pure chaos through the boulder-strewn Blackwater Canyon.
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Yeehawgust Day 27: Rawhide
May 1899
Spider Gorge, Ambarino
The plan, Dutch kept saying. Come up with another plan. Tilly had heard Dutch and Hosea talking, when they thought nobody else would hear.
Whatever plan that was, Tilly didn’t know. Only that it had been Blackwater, then a cave near Strawberry, then running north across–what, probably some more borders there, as they headed up into the mountains, finding more and more remote-looking and tortuous trails. Sometimes ones that barely looked like a wagon could be driven across them at all. Hosea admitted at one point that he had no idea whether they were in Ambarino or Owatonna, only somewhere near the border.
They were in a position like that, being in some space between states. In between places. In between plans. In between safe haven and disaster, waiting to see which way the sweep of the blade would cut.
In between life and death, for Jenny and Davey. Though for Jenny, that had finally turned to the one way this morning. They’d stopped here in this high-walled canyon to bury her, no matter that it took hours, even with the men taking turns in digging.
They’d buried her with little to say. What was there to say? She’d been a girl they’d found by the roadside last fall, exhausted and in need of help, having walked across half of Montana already.
She’d been just seventeen, the youngest of them except for little Jack. She was sweet and shy and had a ringing, beautiful laugh, somehow coupled with the croaky singing voice of a crow. Pale blue-grey eyes and ink-dark hair, and the winter near Blackwater had put some flesh back on those too-skinny bones of hers.
She’d loved Lenny, though Tilly was the only one besides them who’d known it wasn’t just Lenny having an unrequited spark for her. Bad enough for him to want her. That was no trouble in the gang, but out in the world? Even him wanting her was dangerous enough and could have ended up with him dead. If the world got the notion that a young pretty white girl loved a boy whose dark skin loudly proclaimed his parents had been slaves, who chose his company over any white boy…well.
She’d wanted her grave to have flowers, Jenny. So only about fifteen minutes away, Tilly had taken a horse and ridden back to find her some, and Hosea had let her go. They were sending out enough people on short rides as scouts that she could get away with it. The sparse and eerily quiet funeral they’d given her had bothered him too, she could tell. But what was there to say? Sorry you died before you ever much lived. Sorry you died after two days of pain getting jolted along in a wagon after getting shot in the gut doing–well, most of us don’t know exactly what happened, and those that do ain’t saying nothing. The silence about that scared Tilly the most, perhaps. She’d seen jobs go sideways before. Never as catastrophically as this, true. But even so, they grumbled, dusted themselves off, and carried on. This fearful silence, along with Jenny dead, Davey dying, and Sean and Mac both missing, told her nothing would ever be quite the same.
She stood there at the grave, seeing the splashes of color there. She’d dug up what plants she could, pressing them there into the cool muddy ground, and they bravely stood there, fragile and beautiful and colorful. Stood there and hoped the flowers, at least, would live.
The walls of the gorge rose steeply, one of unyielding granite and the other of unyielding ice. But it wasn’t the chill of the ice she suddenly felt. A cold wind, and she would have wanted to stay, but something in it told her to go. The weather seemed to have come out of nowhere, clouds where she swore there had been none just an hour ago. But here they were.
By the time she reached where she’d split off from the wagons, the first snowflakes were falling. She urged Lilybelle on. She might not have grown up with the snow, but she’d endured enough of it since she’d been found by Hosea that she’d learned its danger. And her shirtwaist and skirt for a spring day, with a light jacket thrown on as concession to the cooler mountain air, wouldn’t keep her through the snow if they got lost.
She felt a stab of fear as she hurried on, balancing not pushing too recklessly on treacherous paths versus the risk of losing their trail entirely beneath the rapidly-falling snow. Felt the lash of the ice that came along with the snow, the wind whipping it into a sort of stinging cold frenzy that would scour any exposed hide it found, human or animal, raw and red.
The good news, she supposed, was that the gorge meant there wasn’t much place for them to go other than along its length, so all she had to do was follow. But she didn’t know how long the gorge was, and after it opened up, she could lose them all too easily. She surged on and on, trying to keep her head clear as much as she could, to make what time she could.
She found them still in the gorge just as the light started fading, as it did early in the mountains, and even more so in these sheer, steep walls. Found them already all bundled up in winter gear they’d put away six weeks ago in Blackwater, and found Karen had dug out Tilly’s scarf, gloves, and coat as well. Gratefully bundling herself into them, she ended up sitting in the wagon with Abigail and Davey, grimly judging that they’d be burying him soon too. If they could get through the snow.
They might all be dead within the week, the way this was going. She felt Abigail’s hand touch hers, and she gripped the other woman’s fingers with all of her strength, knowing she must be scared to bits with John injured and dragging Jack through all of this. “We’ll get by, Abigail,” she said in a low voice. “We’ll get by.” She said it as much to convince herself as Abigail.
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Sam is wearing a suit and tie, carrying a bouquet of various flowers, except roses, and walking through an otherwise deserted cemetery. Sam sighs and stops next to a gravestone. It reads:
Jessica Lee Moore,
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January 24th, 1984–November 2nd, 2005.
There is a small picture of a grinning Jess set into the stone above her name, a black-and-white picture of her leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix leaning on the picture, a small American flag next to the box, and three candles standing on the gravestone; one is of the Virgin de Guadalupe. Sam looks between the gravestone and the flowers.
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Sam jerks awake. It is November 10, 2005, he is in the back while Dean and Y/N are upfront, with Y/N driving. Foreigner's 'Hot-Blooded' is playing. Sam blinks and rubs his eyes. Dean turns his head to face Sam, concerned.
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"Another nightmare?" Y/N questions, smiling sadly. Sam clears his throat.
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"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon."
"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you want to find the thing that killed Jessica," Y/N says.
"We gotta find Dad first."
"Dad disappearing-"
"And this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence."
"Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do."
"It's weird, man."
"These are the coordinates he left us."
"This is Blackwater Ridge."
"What about it?" Y/N asks.
"There's nothing there. It's just wooded." Sam puts down the map. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" They drive past the National Forest sign that says, 'Welcome to Lost Creek Colorado National Forest'.
==
The Impala is parked next to a sign that says, 'Ranger Station Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest'.
"So, Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam looks at a 3D map of the national forest, paying particular attention to the ridge labelled 'Blackwater Ridge' Dean looks at the decoration, and Y/N is looking around at the merchandise. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, and abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place."
"Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear." Sam looks over, and Dean is looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. Sam comes to stand next to Dean, followed by Y/N.
"And there are a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." A forest ranger, Ranger Wilkinson, walks up behind the three; when he speaks, the three whip around, startled.
"You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?"
"Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam laughs a little, and Dean grins and raises a fist, Y/N just nods.
"Recycle, man"
"Bull" Sam's eyes flick to Y/N and Dean, who doesn't move.
"You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" Y/N considers.
"Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger." Y/N checks the Ranger's nametag, "Wilkinson."
"Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit, saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing person now, is it?" Dean shakes his head. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."
"We will. Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Y/N says.
"That is putting it mildly."
"You know, what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." The Ranger eyed Dean. Dean raises his eyebrows.
==
The three leave the ranger station. Dean is holding a piece of paper and laughing.
"What, are you cruising for a hook-up or something?" Sam asks.
"What do you mean?"
"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" They all stop on opposite sides of the Impala, with Dean and Sam on one side and Y/N on the other.
"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we walk into it," Dean says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"Since when are you, all shoots first, ask questions later, anyway?" Y/N asks.
"Since now," Sam turns away and gets into the car.
"Really?" Dean asks him, and Y/N shares a look before she shrugs and gets into the driving seat. Dean shortly followed.
==
Dean, Sam, and Y/N are standing at the door of a house. The door opens to reveal a young woman.
"You must be Haley Collins. I'm Y/N, this is Dean, and this is Sam. We're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy." Haley hesitates.
"Let's see some ID." Dean pulls out a fake ID with the name 'Samuel Cole', and Y/N does the same with the name 'Amy Cole'. They hold it against the screen. Haley looks at them, then at the two, who are smiling. Haley opens the door. "Come on in."
"Thanks," Dean says. The door swings open; Haley catches sight of the Impala.
"That yours?"
"Yeah," Y/N replies. Sam is looking back at the Impala.
"Nice car." Haley turns to lead Dean, Y/N, and Sam into the kitchen, where Ben Collins is sitting at the table on a laptop. Dean turns his head to mouth something to Sam and Y/N, who roll their eyes.
"So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Y/N asks, and Haley comes back into the room with a bowl she places on the table.
"He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.".
"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," Sam says.
"He's got a satellite phone, too."
"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean asks.
"He wouldn't do that," Ben replies. Dean eyes Ben, making him look away. Haley puts more food on the table.
"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other," Haley says.
"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asks.
"Yeah" On a laptop, Haley pulls up pictures and says, "That's Tommy." Haley clicks twice, and another picture comes up, and then the still frame opens the latest video.
"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Sam spots the shadow flickering past, and looking at Y/N, he notices that she too has seen it.
"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing," Dean says.
"Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm going to find Tommy myself.
"I think I know how you feel," Dean says, glancing at Y/N.
"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" Sam asks.
"Sure." Sam, Dean, and Y/N sit down at a table.
"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Y/N opens John's journal.
"And before that?" Dean asks. Y/N pulls out newspaper articles to show Dean and Sam.
"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." Dean reads one of the articles while Sam gives Y/N his laptop, "and again in 1959 and again before that in 1936. Y/N opens the laptop, which already has a window to Tom's video. "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. " Y/N pulls up the video and goes through three frames of the video, one at a time. A shadow crosses the screen.
"Do it again?" Dean says. Y/N repeats the frame.
"That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move fast," Y/N says. Dean hits Sam, who looks at him.
"I told you something weird was going on.
"Yeah," Y/N says, closing the laptop. "I have one more thing." She hands over another newspaper article. "In fifty-nine, one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive," Dean looks at the article.
"Is there a name?" Dean asks.
==
An old man by the name of Shaw is talking to Dean, Y/N, and Sam while leading them inside his house. Shaw has a cigarette in his mouth.
"Look, ranger. I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's a public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a" Sam interrupts.
"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.
"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean says, "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing? We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."
"I seriously doubt that. Anyway, I don't see what difference it would make." Shaw sits down. "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did." Sam sits down across from Shaw.
"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" Sam asks. Shaw pauses.
"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like, no man or animal I ever heard." Y/N stood behind Sam, leaning against the side of Sam's chair.
"It came at night?" She asks. Shaw nods. "Got inside your tent?"
"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming."
"It killed them?" Sam asks.
"Dragged them off into the night." Shaw shakes his head. "Why did it leave me alive? I have been asking myself that ever since." Shaw's hands go to his collar. "Did you leave me this, though. Shaw opens his collar to reveal three long scars. Claw marks. Sam, Y/N, and Dean look at them. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of demon.".
==
The three walk the length of a corridor, with rooms on either side.
"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls," Dean says.
"So, it's probably something else, something corporeal," Sam replies.
"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor."
"Shut up," Sam says, looking at Y/N. "So, what do you think?".
"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it"?
==
Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun. He puts some guns in a duffel bag as Sam leans in.
"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there."
"Oh yeah? What are we going to tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?" Dean says.
"Yeah," Sam replies, and Y/N looks at Sam.
"Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not going to just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean picks up the duffel.
"Finding Dad's not enough." Sam slams the weapons box shut, then the trunk. "Now we gotta babysit too?" Dean and Y/N stare at Sam. "What?"
"Nothing." Dean throws the duffel bag at Sam and walks off, followed by Y/N. Sam stares after them.
==
A man is talking to Haley and Ben while checking a shotgun. They're all carrying full backpacks.
"I'll tell you again, I don't think Ben should come," the man says.
"Roy-"
"Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." The Impala pulls up. Roy, Hayley, and Ben stared. Haley shakes her head as Sam and Dean get out of the car. Sam opens the back door of the Impala, letting Y/N, who's carrying a duffel bag, in
"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asks.
"Wait, you want to come with us?"
"Who are these guys?"
"This is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Sam heads past everyone.
"You're rangers?" Roy asks.
"That's right," Y/N replies.
"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley questions. Dean looks at Y/N, then himself.
"Well, sweetheart, we don't do shorts." The twins head past Haley to catch up to Sam.
"What, you think it's funny? It's a dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt." Sam turns back.
"Believe me, we know how dangerous it can be. We just want to help them find their brother, that's all." Y/N says this as she and Dean walk past Sam.
==
The group hikes through the forest, with Roy in the lead, then Dean, Haley, Ben, Y/N, and Sam.
"Roy, you said you did a little hunting," Dean says.
"Yeah, more than a little."
"Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"
"Mostly buck, sometimes bear," Dean passes Roy.
"Tell me, uh, did Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Roy grabs Dean. Sam and Y/N look at the two. "Whatcha doing, Roy?" Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dean had almost stepped into. Haley looks annoyed.
"You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger "Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead.".
"It's a bear trap," they hiked on. Haley catches up to Dean.
"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." Haley grabs Dean's arm. "So who the hell are you?" Ben goes past Haley and Dean. Sam and Y/N look at Dean, who indicates with his expression for the two to go on by. They obey. Dean watches them go for a moment.
"Y/N, Sam, and I are siblings, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and I've in the same boat.".
"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?"
"I'm telling you now, 'Sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman...ever. Minus my sister. So, we, okay?"
"Yeah, okay"
"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean pulls out a big bag of peanut M&Ms and sticks his hand in the bag. "Don't tell Y/N; she'll be pissed." He hikes on. Haley waits a moment and then follows.
==
Roy leads the way, followed by Y/N, Sam, Ben, Haley, and Dean.
"This is it. Blackwater Ridge" Y/N heads past Roy, followed by Sam.
"What coordinates are we at," Sam asks. Roy pulls out a GPS.
"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven" Dean comes up to Sam and Y/N. They listen.
"You hear that?"
"Yeah. Not even crickets."
"I'm going to go take a look around," Roy says.
"You shouldn't go off by yourself," Y/N states.
"That's sweet. Don't worry about me." Roy waves his gun and pushes between Sam and Y/N to retake the lead. Dean turns back to the others as Ben and Haley catch up.
"All right, everybody stays together. Let's go"
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