Ghostfacers

Sam had taken over as lead a while ago but Dean didn’t join you at the back, unfortunately, and you couldn’t catch up with him because you weren’t fast enough.

“What is it?” You heard him reply, and ran over to sit next to him. You were nosy and wanted to know what was happening. Plus, you really didn’t want to be at the back anymore… it was getting too creepy.

“Shit.” Your murmured, looking around all the trees that each had a massive claw mark ripped into it which were covered in blood.

Sam then pushed you and Dean to the side, but quite unexpectedly so you freaked out a little bit but calmed down when you noticed who it was.

“You know, I was thinking that those claw prints are so clear and distinct… they were almost too easy to follow.” He whispered.

“Like… it’s a trap?” You answered, swivelling around to face both of them.

They didn’t have time to answer, as a growl surrounded all your ears and you whipped around in all possible angles to check if something was there. You hadn’t noticed you had backed up, trying to get closer to Dean, until you hit him.

“Sorry.” You muttered, still frantically looking around.

“Don’t be.” He replied, before grabbing your hand in his and giving it a little squeeze before releasing. 

It had only been for a second, but your heart couldn’t take it and your nervous stomach, that was making you feel ill, got overtaken by butterflies who were making you motion sick.

You looked at Dean who was searching around, for a shadow that had flittered past, and you felt comfortable in his presence; even if you were being chased by a Wendigo. 

However, your uncomfortableness soon reared its ugly head again as you heard a loud scream erupt from Hailey and a loud thud followed. 

You turned around quickly, searching around for Hailey, who was now sprawled across the floor, and directly next to her was a body. The butterflies had left, replaced again with pure dread, as you and Sam ran up to her to ask if she was okay.

As Sam lifted her from the ground, you turned your attention back towards Dean who was leaning over the body. It was Roy. The sickness rose. You didn’t like the man, but he didn’t deserve the fate he met.

“His neck is broken.” Dean softly spoke, drawing his attention to the forest canopy.

The snarls continued, growing louder, destroying the time for mourning.

“Okay, run, run! Go, go, go, go!” Dean screamed, giving you no time to think as he pushed you forward.

You were thankful for this though, your brain had given up. It wasn’t used to seeing all the death and pain that people had to endure. 

You, like everyone else, ran forward, not worrying about if your legs would suddenly collapse. Although you felt like they would. You heard someone’s legs actually do this, but didn’t turn around. You knew you would feel guilty about it later, but right now you were just focused on running. 

A little too fast though, as you suddenly crashed into someone or something. 

Your head burned and your body stung in every possible place. And then it went black. 

___

“Dean? Sam?” You whispered hoarsely. Your eyes began to burn as you opened, dust settling over the lids. “Dean? Sam?”

You couldn’t help but cry out as you saw the decrepit place you were being held. The rope bore into your skin, the dry air attacking your lungs. Where were you? What had happened? A low growl murmured through the underground pathway. Tears escaped your eyes, you were locked up, abandoned. You could even be dead, you didn’t know.

“Guys please.” You could only manage a whisper as you floated back into unconsciousness. 

___

“[Y/N], it’s okay sweetheart, we got you.”

You looked up at Dean smiling down at you. While the sky was a beautiful bright blue with not a single cloud in sight, you could only focus on the beauty put before you. Dean smiled down at you, a sense of concern glazing over his eyes. What a perfect moment it was, just you and Dean. Even if you had just fallen flat on the floor...

You closed your eyes, a smile plastered on your face - this moment could never be beaten. You slipped your hand into his, feeling the warmth of his palm and the tightness of his grip. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was sliming down at you, but you opened your eyes nonetheless.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Dean assured, holding onto your waist, gripping you tight.

When your eyes opened you thought you’d see the young, bright face of an eighteen-year-old Dean, so fresh and full of life. What was actually looking down at you was the dirty, stern face of a much older Dean that had clearly been to the depths of Hell and back.

Tears streamed down as you recalled your situation, being close to death tied up underground by a Supernatural being. A Supernatural being you didn’t even know existed until yesterday. Mostly you were crying because you’d been found, and Dean was holding you tight as you went through this terrifying experience.

“My knight in shining armour.” You scoffed as he untied your wrists, allowing blood to flood to them again. “At least I know I’ve always got you to save me.”

Dean dropped the rope to the floor and grabbed your waist once again, looking down at your intently. You felt yourself blush as you looked back up at him. Hopefully, the dirt caked across your face would hide it. 

“Always, [Y/N].” He whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of your forehead. “Always.”

“Guys, come on,” Sam muttered, breaking the moment. It didn’t do anything to stop the swirling in your stomach though. “Let’s go find, Tommy.”

You spent a couple minutes adjusting to the environment, grabbing onto Dean for support, before you felt stable enough to pick up the pace and walk yourself. You trapsed through the underground corridors with Sam, Dean, Haley, and her brother by your side and soon enough you came across another body hanging and limp.

“No.” Haley gasped running towards the lifeless body in front of us. 

She grabbed hold of him, trying to hide the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. You couldn’t look, you couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling. You lowered your head, suppressing tears of your own.

A sudden gasp brought your attention back to Tommy. He was awake. Breathing. Alive! The joy on Haley’s face was unimaginable, and everyone began clamouring toward him.

“Cut him down,” Haley spoke, holding onto her brother's face. 

You moved toward his and helped Sam with cutting the rope holding Tommy’s legs, lowering him to the ground, and removing the bindings on his feet.

“It’s okay. We’re gonna get you home.” Haley spoke as a smile of relief broke across Tommy’s face.

You looked at his face once more before glancing over at Dean. He was rummaging through some bags and pulled out two objects which looked like guns. A few weeks ago that would’ve surprised you but your facial expression now didn’t change.

“Check it out!” Dean spoke as he waved the guns, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

“Flare guns. Those will work.” Sam responded, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Let’s get going then.” You smiled back at Sam before looking over at Dean. You thought you saw him wink at you but maybe you were wrong… it was dark after all.

____

You began walking through the corridors once more, eyes alert for any movement. You were scared, you couldn’t deny it, but there was no way a Wendigo was gonna defeat you.

I’m not dying in a fucking cave, you thought to yourself, and even if I did, I’ll go down fighting.

“Looks like someone’s home for supper.” Dean scoffed, as a low rumble ran down the cave.

“We’ll never outrun it!” Haley exclaimed. For a girl who's just been through so much, her face was plagued with steely determination. 

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Dean asked Sam, with them exchanging glances between them. You knew at some point you’d be privy to their physic plans too and you couldn’t wait.

“I think so.” He responded, hiking up the flair even higher.

“Alright, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He’s gonna get you out of here.” Dean turned facing all of you.

“What are you gonna do?” Haley’s concern grew.

“Dean, you can’t face that thing alone.” You whispered, a tremor becoming more apparent.

He just looked at you, winked again, and ran out into another lane.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” You sighed as he screams out “It’s chow time, you freaking bastard”.

He continued screaming as you stayed by Sam’s side. You knew he was more than capable but it didn’t hurt any less and your mind couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if he failed.

“All right, come on. Hurry!” Sam shouted, urging you guys to move into a different area. For once in your life, you were obedient and followed him.

You continued through the tunnel, hearing the growl of the beast rising. 

“Get out of here,” Sam spoke, nodding towards the exit of the cave.

“No!’ Haley replied.

“Come on.” You spoke. It hurt your heart to leave Sam but you knew they had a plan and that they’d be able to survive. They had to survive. “He’ll be fine, let’s go.”

Haley looked at you and you felt a sense of admiration from her as you looked back. You managed a weak smile as you lead them out of the cave and into the brightness.

You wished it was as easy as that but the Wendigo appeared from nowhere. The sound of its growls was deafening and it unnerved you to hear him chasing after you.

It’ll all be okay, you spoke to yourself as you listened to both the growls and the screams attacking you from all sides.

“Get behind me!” Sam spoke, as he covered you all with his width. You looked as the Wendigo closed in on you. 

Well, I guess I am dying in a cave you muttered shutting your eyes tight. What even was your life right now?

You opened your eyes to face your killer and its gargantuan frame glared back. The off-grey skin covered in sparse white hairs seemed only fitting for this crooked nose monster. It was horrific, everything about it. But you stared. There was no way you weren’t facing it in your last moments.

“Hey!” Dean screamed, causing it to turn around only to be greeted with flare. It burned inside of it, melting it to the ground as it cried out in agony. In the end, there was nothing left, just a heap of flames on the ground.

“Not bad, huh?” Dean smiled, plaguing the rest of you with a smile too.

“Not bad at all.” You grinned shaking your head at him.

____

You were sat at the steps on the information cabin at the Ridge, staring off into space. You’d just spoken to the local police about the 900-pound grizzly you’d faced that had terrorised your camp and killed a member of your group. It was complete shit, but as if the police force would actually believe you.

“Hey,” Dean whispered, saddling up beside you. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t be. You’ve saved my life twice now.” You smirked up at him. “Whatever can I do to repay my knight in shining armour?”

“I could think of a few things.” He smirked back as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Truly though, I am sorry.” He spoke, placing an arm around you. “I didn’t mean to be a dick and I hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Dean. I forgive you.” You replied, leaning into him. “Oh, and I heard what you called out when I ran to get Roy.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” You replied, blushing.

“Mhmm. You’re cute.” He laughed, although it came out as a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear.

A smile swarmed across your face.

You wanted to say more. About how much it meant to you to be back with them, how much you loved being around him, and what you actually felt about him, even if you didn’t know what it fully was yet. But you couldn’t, so you just closed your eyes, snuggled into him more and felt his arm tighten around you.

____

You watched Haley and her brother drive away in the back of an Ambulance with Tommy. You were perched in between Sam and Dean with a police blanket wrapped around you.

“Man, I hate camping,” Dean muttered, as you all watched the vehicle drive away. “Me too,” Sam replied.

“Me fucking three.” You sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter, the boys laughing as you did so.

“Hey, Sam, you know we’re going to find Dad right?” Dean spoke after listening to multiple sighs coming from Sam’s direction.

“Yeah, I know.” He responded. “But in the meantime, I’m driving.”

“Ooohh, this just got good.” You laughed. “Shotgun!”

“Wait, not fair.” Dean protested.

“Sorry Dean, but she did call shotgun.”

Dean fished into his pocket, producing the keys before throwing them over to Sam. He looked so heartbroken.

“Poor baby.” You said as you ruffled his hair and clamoured into the passenger seat.

You could see the worry radiating off of him as he got into the very back of the Impala and stretched his legs over the seat.

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” He tried to convince himself, closing his eyes as he did so.

You saw your window of opportunity and moved the blanket off you and draped it over him as he lied down.

“Goodnight little baby.” You whispered, hearing Sam laugh and Dean trying to cover his own amusement.

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You whipped your head around quickly. Dean. Fucking Dean. The guy who walked out on you a year ago, without one call, or one text.

“I can pay for it myself, dick.”

“Shit.” He whispered.

“Yeah. It was shit.”

“What?” He acknowledged.

“Oh you know, you leaving me, a year ago, at Christmas Eve. Oh shit, that’s today. Happy dump day!” You laughed before clinking your glass into his.

His face was priceless. Pure shock and regret flooded him.

“[y/n]... look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it was you.”

“I haven’t changed, Dean.”

“Your taste in drink has.” He smiled, pointing down to the strawberry gin and tonic that was sat in front of you.

“It’s Christmas.”

“Right.”

“What brings you into town then.” You asked, gulping down the G&T.

“You.”

You scoffed, choking slightly on your drink.

“Sure. You just said a minute ago, you didn’t realise it was me.”

“I lied.”

“Yeah, you tend to do that.”

“[y/n]...” He whispered softly, placing a hand on your forearm.

“Dean… kindly fuck off.” You replied, brushing his hand off you.

“Please just listen to me.”

“No. If you won’t leave I will. Don’t forget to pay the bill.” You got up swiftly, chugging the last of your drink, and began to walk off. “See you next year.”

Typical, you thought, as you walked out of the bar door. He has to ruin every Christmas. You were completely and utterly in love with that man, and he left. You should’ve recognised the signs: not telling you where he was going, lying constantly, bailing out, disappearing for weeks. You couldn’t see through that, however. He was yours, and you felt like the luckiest person. That changed. Now you can see him for how he really is. Selfish, unfaithful, and greedy.

You closed your coat around you tighter, as you walked through the breeze, your nose reddening by the second.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” Dean shouted, from behind you.

You kept walking, but he soon caught up.

“Damn your long ass bow legs.” You whispered, luckily he didn’t hear.

He slowed down in front of you, forcing you to stop.

“What, Dean? Did you not have anyone else to chat up?”

“[y/n], please. Can you just listen to me? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I bet you say that to all the women.”

“No I don’t. I’ve never actually loved any other woman. I’ve only loved you.”

That melted you a little, which annoyed you. You had spent so long getting over him, but it was clear you hadn’t.  

“Dean, you don’t usually walk out on the people you love. No text, no call, no note. Fucking nothing.” You started shouting. “You know how long I fucking waited. 4 weeks, until I realised you weren't going to show up. I guessed you had left for a bit longer than you usually had. 4 weeks, I spent trying to contact you, worrying so badly about you. All that time, all this year actually, you couldn’t even by fucked to text me. Absolute nothing.”

“[y/n]...”

“No shut up. Stop saying my name, Dean. I tried to get over you, I was in love with you. To be honest, I still think I am. You were my everything, Dean. Ask literally anyone. You broke me, with no explanation. So go to fucking hell.”

“Let me explain.” He spoke, standing closer to you. His eyes looking down on you. “Please… I need to explain. You can walk out after, you can never talk to me again and I promise I won’t pop up in your life again, but I need to explain why to you.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, backing away from him, and sitting down on the bench outside the bar. “Go on then explain.”

“First of all, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way everything turned out. But I promise you, every single second together I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Honestly, every single second now, I think about you. I can’t get you out of my head, and that’s never happened with a girl before. [Y/n], I love you, and I’m in love with you, and I tried to get you out of my head, but I can’t. I messed everything up, and I can’t change it now. I didn’t want to hurt you, but you being in my life meant you’d get hurt. Every person that’s been in my life has gotten hurt because of me.”

“Dean, what are you talking about? You left me so you wouldn’t hurt me? What?”

“My work is well… er… it’s dangerous and I didn’t want you to get hurt. I left to protect you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and well I saw you the other week and I couldn’t leave without you.”

“Oh, so you’re stalking me now? Also, you’re an accountant… I didn’t realise that was a dangerous job.”

“No, [y/n], I wasn't stalking you. I was in the area on a case, and I’m not an accountant. I just said that because I didn’t want you to know what I actually did.”

n“Dean… what the fuck do you do?” You face screwed up in confusion.

“I’m a hunter.” He replied hesitantly.

“You have to be kidding me. You shoot deer… wow, you left me because of that.”

“No… I hunt… monsters.”

“Monsters?” You began to laugh. “You know you could just tell me the real reason.”

“That is the real reason. I can show you. Come with me on a case, you’ll see that I’m not insane. It’s the best way to explain myself.”

“Well, that sounds like a great way to get kidnapped by a psycho.”

“I’m not a psycho.” He spoke. “[y/n], please.”

“Fine.” You sighed. “You have a day.”

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“Listen… I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.” Roy replied angrily and began to square up to Sam.

“Oh 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.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. Sam standing up to Roy was the greatest thing you’d seen all day. However, Roy didn’t seem to take the threat seriously though, and immediately laughed in Sam’s face.

“You know you’re crazy, right?”

“Yeah?” Sam replied, his voice rising. “You ever hunt a wen--”

“Chill out!” Dean shouting, pushing Sam away from Roy. You hadn’t seen him walk up next to them so he must have done a little jog.

You began to walk over to the boys, shoving Roy a little who was still laughing. You refrained from saying anything to him though so you were quite proud of yourself.

“Stop!” Hailey spoke loudly, walking into the divide. “Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I’m not leaving here without him.”

“It’s getting late.” Dean spoke, looking back at Hailey. “This thing is a good hunter in the day but an unbelievable hunter at night.”

Your eyes widened. Great, so now we’re staying in the forest overnight in the dark, trying to hide from something that’s gonna kill us, you spoke to yourself. This was something you’d never get used to… the constant feeling of being scared and the knots that were twisting up inside your stomach.

“We’ll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?” Hailey asked and for once it was the same question you had.

~~~

It had suddenly got dark very quickly and you weren’t going to lie, you were terrified. Dean had drew out multiple symbols on the floor, that he had told you the name of but you couldn’t really remember because every thought going through your head had been consumed by the idea that you were going to die. Apart from him telling you the name of the symbols, he hadn’t said anything else to you. You supposed it was because he was still pissed off but wanted you to learn more about how to defend yourself against monsters. Which is fair enough, but you did hate not speaking to him or even looking him directly in the eye. You were still mad, but you did also think that the ignoring each other and that whole fight in general was a bit dramatic. However, you aren’t one to apologize.

You sighed to yourself, as you sat on a seperate log by yourself that was situated next to Hailey and her brother’s. She was poking the fire and you watched as the sparks flew up and danced in the air. You felt so out of place and you hated it. The thing was… you couldn’t even wish to be back at “home” because you hated every second you spent in that place. All you wanted to be doing was sitting next to Dean, looping your arm through his as a way to calm yourself down. Holding him made your worries disappear and that was the worst thing about ignoring his existence. It meant you couldn’t ignore your thoughts.

“One more time… that’s?” Hailey asked, knocking you back into reality.

“Anasazi symbols.” Dean replied, and you watched as he crouched down in front of the fire and began to draw another one.

You were going say something sarcastic but you thought against it, you didn’t want to make it worse.

“It’s for protection.” Dean continued. “The Wendigo can’t cross over them.”

The sound of the branch scraping across the leaf-strewn ground was then interrupted by the irritating sound in the form of a laugh from Roy.

“Nobody like a skeptic, Roy.” Dean spoke as you glared at the ranger.

That man really did piss you off, but like before, you kept your mouth shut and looked down at your hands when you noticed Dean turning around. You didn’t know if he had looked at you, but you highly doubted it as you saw his feet side step past you and walk off.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor for a couple seconds before looking behind you and seeing Dean sit down next to his brother who clearly wasn't doing the greatest. You could tell because of how angry he seemed these past days. You didn’t know him that well yet, but even when he was younger he never got mad at anything and it hurt to see him feel this way. It was understandable though and all you could do was support him through it… which would wait until Dean had left the scene.

You could tell they were talking about something family related, once you saw Dean whip out his father’s book and then decided it was probably best you look away. You didn’t want to get involved in the family’s problems… not until you knew them more. After a while, you turned back around and noticed Dean stand up and pat Sam on the shoulder. Now was your chance to try and help Sam, so you stood up slowly and walked over to him as Dean walked back towards you.

“Don’t say anything stupid.” Dean whispered to you, not even giving you eye contact, as he walked past.

You didn’t say anything back as you felt the knots in your stomach tightened up more. You tried to bury them as you approached Sam, even though it was the worst you’d felt in a long time. You breathed in deeply for a few seconds, before perching on the log next to Sam and nudging him slightly.

“You good?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Yeah.” He sighed in response.

“You know it’s okay not to be, right?”

“I know.”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, okay? I know this month is the first time I’ve seen you in like eight years, but, I just want you to know that you can. I mean you probably don’t want to, but the offer is there… because I know brothers can be annoying to talk to sometimes.”

He didn’t replied, but laughed slightly at the last sentence, which made you smile. You continued to look at him for a few seconds before slowly standing up, but his arm reached out and gripped yours pulling you back down.

“It’s just Jessica, dad not being here and the endless cycle he puts us in. I just want to find him… I don’t want to be in the middle of the woods, hunting a Wendigo when I could be killing whatever killed Jessica.” He spoke softly, his voice cracking near the end.

“That’s understandable, Sammy, and I promise you will find your dad and he’ll help you find whatever killed Jessica. It takes time. Right now, although it’s not your first priority, helping these people find their sibling and saving them from whatever this monster is, is what we have to focus on. Even saving Roy.” You joked, which earned a slight laugh. “We need you Sam. A lot… because I have no idea what I’m doing. But I promise that in every way I can, I’ll help… especially helping you find Jessica’s killer. Neighbour to neighbour?” You asked, holding out your pinky.

Sam looked over at you, before weakly smiling and interlocking your pinky with his.

“Neighbour to neighbour.” He spoke, shaking your pinky, before releasing your hand and pulling you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re here, [y/n].” He spoke, the noise muffled by your hair.

“I’m glad I’m here too. Especially with you guys.” You spoke, smiling the largest smile you ever have and feeling the knots in your stomach loosen.

However, the nervousness in your stomach began to tangle up again as you heard a man scream out “help me” from nearby and felt Sam immediately let go of you and run over to Dean. You followed and stood by Sam’s side, watching everyone get ready to fight whatever was out there as the screams continued.

You moved even closer to Sam as he looked around and you heard Dean’s gun cock. You were putting on a brave face for everyone, or trying to at least, but you couldn’t deal with this panic. It was like living a real life nightmare. You shouldn’t have chosen to go with them, were the words that kept repeating again and again in your head but you pushed them back down because despite being scared shitless and arguing with Dean, this was the happiest you’d been in a long time and you wouldn’t give that up now to go back to working behind a desk.

“It’s trying to draw us out.” Dean spoke, not turning around to face the group. “Just stay cool. Stay put.”

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy asked, gripping his gun tightly.

The screams kept getting louder and to add on top of this, screeches from the Wendigo could be heard. You shuddered as they got louder and involuntarily you grabbed onto Sam.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, immediately releasing your grasp from his arm.

“You okay?” Sam whispered back.

“Yeah, of course. Just made me jump a little that’s all.” You lied.

You then decided to move away from Sam. You didn’t want to bother him and even though Sam made you feel safe, grabbing onto his arm didn’t bring you the comfort that grabbing onto Dean’s did. It seemed strange but when you grabbed Dean’s jacket, you immediately felt the worries wash away from you… and that didn’t happen with Sam. Ugh, why did Dean have to hate you? Why do you care so much, [y/n]? You asked yourself, until your thoughts were broken by another scream.

“Okay, that’s no grizzly.” Roy spoke, worry intertwined into his voice.

“It’s okay. We’ll be alright. I promise.” Hailey spoke, pushing her brother onto one of the logs. She was trying to remain calm, but that facade broke when she heard another scream and reacted with one of her own.

“It’s here.” Dean spoke.

You didn’t know what was happening, your brain was all jumbled up and you couldn’t make sense of what was going on. Sam, Dean and Roy were all surveying the area with their guns held high and you were just stood in the middle, looking back and forth, trying to focus on your breathing to make sure your heart didn’t escape from your chest.

“You’ll get used to this at some point, [y/n].” You whispered to yourself. “Don’t let Dean see you like this, he’ll only tease you for it.”

You winced and covered your ears as the first bullet went off. So much for not letting Dean see you like this. It was then followed by two more bullets and a pained shriek from what you assumed was the Wendigo.

“I hit it!” Roy yelled, before running off into the bushes and out of sight.

“Roy, no!” Dean screamed after him, but there was no response. “Roy! Don’t move.”

Dean pointed back at you, Sam, Hailey and her brother and ran off into the woods after Roy.

“No! Dean, don’t!’ You screamed after him, and ran a bit too before Sam grabbed your arm and pulled up back into him.

“[y/n], he’ll be fine.” Sam whispered to you, as you removed yourself from his grasp.

Although Dean had been really annoying this past day, thinking about how he could get mauled by a Wendigo and that you might never see him again got to you and you felt like you needed to go after him. It made no sense because he could take care of himself, but it felt like he needed protection. You scoffed at yourself. He’s Dean fucking Winchester [y/n], why would he need your protection?

“Stay here.” Sam spoke again, louder this time before rushing off to Dean. You listened to him because you knew you couldn’t help and plus you didn’t want to leave Hailey and her brother alone, even though they were more mentally put together than you.

“It’ll all be alright… everything's just fine.” You reassured them, but it was mostly just to reassure yourself.

You weakly smiled at both of them, before joining them in their huddle that was protected by Hailey who was holding out a torch she made from the fire.

“Everything’s gonna be just fine.” You whispered.

~~~

It was the next day now and you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that you had survived the night. This thing was, Roy didn’t. Sam and Dean came back yesterday with the news that Roy had been taken by the Wendigo. It didn’t feel real… it didn’t seem like that could’ve possibly happened, but it hit you hard because it just meant that this thing could come for you too.

You sat next to the ripped tent, playing with the loose threads and occasionally looking over at Sam who was leant against a log twiddling his father’s book in his hand. He looked so lost and you hated it. As for Dean, he didn’t even bat an eyelid at what happened, but to be fair he was used to it. He’d done it since he was a child, which you couldn’t even imagine. He still hadn’t talk to you. Guess he was a fan of petty fights. But to be fair to him, you hadn’t tried either. Mostly just because you didn’t want to say anything that would hurt your relationship with him more. You knew he had heard you call after him when he ran after Roy last night, but neither of you were going to bring it up.

“I don’t…” Hailey began. “I mean, these types of things, they aren’t supposed to be real.”

“I wish I could tell you different.” Dean replied, trailing his hand against the claw marks that were etched into a nearby tree.

“How do we know it’s not out there watching us?”

“We don’t.” Dean replied, in the “not a care in the world” voice he does so well. “But we’re safe for now.”

“How do you know about this stuff?” Hailey asked him and you watched her lean in slightly.

That annoyed you a little, but you couldn’t really do anything. Especially when you didn’t fully understand why it bothered you so much.

“It kind of runs in the family.” He replied, before walking over and perching down next to you… which was a shock.

“You okay?” He questioned, watching you play with the threads and then at Sam who had walked over to Hailey.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You responded, weakly smiling up at him.

His eyes were gleaming with sincere worry and you couldn’t help but stare at them. Ugh, this boy! You groaned at yourself because forcing yourself to look away.

“Look, I’m sorry about last night.” He sighed, nudging you slightly.

“Don’t be. It was as much my fault as it was yours. I’m just scared, I’m really not used to this Dean.” You responded, looking back up at him.

“I know.”

“Do you hate me, Dean?” you asked sincerely, moving your whole body to face him.

“Hate you? Of course not.” He replied, confusion plastered on his face.

“Then why do you always have a go at me. Like every time I do something, it’s like ‘no, don’t do that, you could ruin everything’ or ‘do that again and a demon will kill you.’ You also always say jokes but it feels like you’re not even joking and I don’t know, I just get worried you regret asking me to join you guys.” You looked down at the ground again, you didn’t want to meet his eyes.

“Y/N…” He started, pulling your chin up so he could make eye contact, which you couldn’t lie made your stomach squirm. “I just don’t want you getting hurt. You have no idea about the life we lead and the monsters that are out there and I couldn’t deal with it, if I was the one that let that happen. I don’t regret asking you, we like you here, even if I tease you all the time.”

“Me too. Your pettiness entertains me… most of the time.” You laughed.

“Good. Now stop being stupid and give me a hug.” Dean smiled, pulling you up into a standing position and then into his embrace. He squeezed tightly, but not enough to restrict your breathing, and you wrapped your arms around his back as you breathed in his scent. In that moment, your worries vanished, you couldn’t help but smile and you began to think about how you’d never be more comfy than you were now.

“I for one... wanna kill this evil son of a bitch.” Sam spoke, as you broke away from your hug.

“Well, hell, you know I’m in.” Dean smiled, as you both turned to face his brother.

“Me too.” You spoke. “Lemme find my bat.”

“[y/n], it’s still in the hotel room.” Dean replied, laughing slightly.

“Right… well remind me to take it out of the hotel room next time and bring it with me. Now Sam, whip out the book and start teaching.”

After that hug with Dean, you were instantly in a better mood and you felt like you could destroy anything. Even a Wendigo… even if you didn’t really know what it was.

“Okay.” Sam chuckled slightly.

“I prefer the chatty [y/n].” Dean whispered to you as you all huddled up in a group by Sam and his father’s journal. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him grinning down at you.

“Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means, ‘evil that devours’.” Sam began.

“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 added, as Sam put the journal away and the huddle broke slightly.

“How’s a man turn into one of those things?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “Like, I’m assuming it doesn’t happen overnight.”

“Well, it’s always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help… becomes a cannibal to survive eating other members of his tribe or camp.”

“Like the Donner Party.” Ben added.

“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 spoke, moving to stand by Sam’s side.

“So, if that’s true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Hailey asked.

“You’re not gonna like it.” Dean replied.

“Tell me.” Hailey demanded.

“More than anything a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it’s awake… it keeps its victims alive. It… stores them… so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother’s alive… it’s keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. And we gotta track it back there.” Dean answered.

“And then how do we stop it?”

“Well… guns are useless. So are knives.”

“I guess bats too huh?” You asked jokingly.

“Indeed. So now it doesn’t matter that you forgot yours.” Dean answered. “Basically… we gotta torch the sucker.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard then.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Let’s get to work.”

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“Excuse me?” He replied, dropping the smirk and slowly advancing towards you.

You stayed still because despite him holding a massive gun, you weren’t really scared of him. You also knew that Sam and Dean wouldn’t let him hurt you so that was always a bonus.

“Let me summarise: don’t lose the GPS, dickface.” You responded, still maintaining eye contact.

He walked towards you more before Sam placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. Dean then stepped in front of him, blocking you for his sight.

“Just go look around, Roy.” Dean spoke slowly.

You didn’t see the face Roy pulled but you could tell it wasn’t a happy one. Dean then moved out of the way and Roy pushed past both of the boys and stopped just in front of you.

“I’m not done with you.” He replied, his face screwing up in anger.

You just laughed and then elaborately place your hands in the direction he was headed. “Onwards, Ranger Roy.”

He glared at you once more before going on his way. You began laughing to yourself and shaking your head before suddenly being pulled around to face Dean.

“[y/n], quit it!” He said, gripping your shoulders tightly.

“What…?” You replied, knowing full well you were just winding Roy up for the sake of winding him up.

“Yeah, he’s a dick or dickface, whatever you put it as, but just drop it ok?” He replied, still gripping on tightly.

“Jesus. Ok… dad.” You rolled your eyes.

You knew you were acting like a 5 year old, but that was what happened when someone had pissed you off and you didn’t want to get into a physical fight.

He raised his eyebrows in response.

“What?” You screwed your face up in confusion and he raised his eyebrows up again. “I’m not apologising…”

You raised your eyebrows up as well before wiggling from his grip and walking over to Sam, who laughed as got to his side.

“He went full on dad mode…” He laughed, watching Dean walk over to Hailey.

Of course he was going to Hailey!

“Yeah…” You shrugged, laughing, pretending it didn’t bother you at all.

You couldn’t really work out Dean… it seemed like one minute he liked you, laughed at all your jokes and gave you reassuring smiles and glances but the next he seemed to want to exile you to a different country so you couldn’t bother him again. It did bug you a little bit and you knew you shouldn’t be so pedantic and annoying all the time, but something you just couldn’t help it. Especially when you were mad.

“Alright, everybody stays together.” Dean spoke, loudly grabbing everyone’s attention. “Let’s go.”

You sighed as you watched Dean walk in front of everyone and down the path that Roy had just gone down, before following him and walking alongside Sam, who took a lot bigger strides than you. You had to run slightly just to keep up, but luckily you soon reached another clearly and stopped to survey the area. It was similar to the other one, just now with a lot less trees.

You loved forests normally, the pine scent, the crunch underfoot as you stepped over the fallen leaves and twigs, the serenity of the place, but this was a forest you didn’t like. You knew a lot of people were scared of forests and you had never really understood why but now you knew there was something dangerous hidden between these trees made you fully understand the dislike people had for places like this.

“Hailey! Over here!” Roy shouted from a distance, breaking you thoughts up.

Everyone began to bolt over to the voice of Roy and for fear of being left behind in this death trap, you did the same. Luckily, Roy hadn’t gone far so you didn’t need to sprint for that long, but when you arrived your stomach began to flip over and over again.

The same familiar feeling of sickness washed over you and your heart began beating quicker. You began to think you would never get used to this feeling, as you clutched your stomach tightly. It wasn’t even your family that had gone missing, why were you feeling like this?

You closed for eyes for a second before opening them again, to see the same scene. A ripped tent, collapsed in a small clearing, with food strewn across the forest floor. Everything was broken, ripped and torn and no person was in sight and there was blood splattered across the tent covering.

“Looks like a grizzly.” Roy spoke, moving to the side of Hailey and her brother, Ben.

You released your hands from your stomach and scooched over to Dean slightly. You weren’t going to grab his jacket, but you wanted him to be there just in case you needed to. You’re such a wuss, you said to yourself before deciding to move further away from Dean.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, noticing you side-stepping.

You murmured a yes in response, but didn’t look at him. You did wanna grab his jacket, like a lot, but you knew this wasn’t the worst thing you would see today, so you wanted to act someone brave.

You didn’t really know why it was making you feel like this, it was probably to do with the fact that you knew Hailey’s brother and his friends would’ve been taken by a monster. It was the fact that you knew the blood splatters were the result of the monster and you knew that you were going to fight this monster. That’s why you felt like that.

“Tommy?” Hailey asked softly, unclipping her bag and dumping it on the ground.

Everyone else was walking around the debris, trying to find something and you were now doing the same.

“Tommy!” She shouted, walking around the tents. “Tommy!!”

“Shhh.” Sam spoke, walking over to her with his quick strides.

“Why?” She asked quietly.

“Something might still be out there.” Sam replied.

“Sam! [y/n]!” Dean shouted and you spun around. To your surprise he wasn’t there so along with Sam you ran over to the place his voice had come from.

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite.” Dean continued, as you both crouched down beside Dean. “But here, the tracks just vanish.”

You stood up quickly, which caused a wave of nausea to wash over you. You were beginning to think more and more that you weren’t cut out to do this and that you should just go home and start again… this time without demons.

“It’s weird. I’ll tell you what… it’s no skin walker or blackdog.” Dean spoke, standing up next to you.

“That’s good isn’t it?” You sighed, turning to him.

“Well if it isn’t them, it’s something else and it looks a lot worse.” Dean responded, before turning away and walking back to the rest of the camp.

Sam smiled at you apologetically before doing the same.

“Great. Something worse. That’s just what I need after hiking all day.” You muttered to yourself before turning on your heels and running over to Dean and Sam who were basically already back with everyone else.

By the time you returned, Hailey had melted into a pool on the floor, tears flooding her eyes, before picking up a bloodied phone that you assumed was her brothers. Dean immediately walked over to her, and this time you didn’t care… she needed someone and she didn’t like you so there wasn’t much you could do except offer a sweet smile if she ever turned round to look back at you.

“Do you think her brother is actually ok?” You asked Sam.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Sam replied, looking over at Hailey.

“Me t-”

“HELP!” A voice bellowed from the other side of the forest.

You all turned around in the direction of the sound of the scream.

“That did not sound good. That did not sound good at all.” You whispered to yourself, silently wishing you could hold onto Dean’s jacket, but he was too far away.

The screams continued, and your stomach began to feel more and more sick with each shriek. Dean and Hailey immediately rushed off and you followed as Sam ran alongside them. Your legs hurt from all the hiking but you ran anyway, not wanting to be left alone in hellish place and also because you actually wanted to help.

You felt like you were really the most helpful person that the Winchesters could have ever had and you felt like you needed to prove that you were able to be a good hunter… even though the feeling of nausea that was washing over you made you feel like that was not possible. Nevertheless, you persevered and smashed through the branches and leaves that hit your face as you ran. You had taken your hair down earlier so that was an extra problem because it whirled around in front of your face.

“Shit.” You shouted as quietly as you could after ploughing straight into something. That something probably being a tree.

You clutched your head that hurt slightly, and moved the hair from your eyes to see a mad Dean staring down at you. It wasn’t a tree. It was Dean. Shit.

“[y/n], this is serious, stop messing around.” He spoke, stern faced.

“I’m not messing about. I didn’t realise you had stopped and I couldn’t see because of my hair.” You replied, slightly embarrassed, before noticing his gun was pointed at your stomach. “Dean?”

“Yeah?” He responded, sighing.

“I know it’s a stressful, worrying and scary time… I’m not gonna lie I’m crapping myself… but could you please not point that gun at my stomach?”

“Oh shit, sorry.” He whispered, looking down at the gun before turning around to face the direction everyone else was looking.

You smirked slightly and then stopped because it didn’t really seem like the time. Everything was so silent and still, like this forest wasn’t capable of such sounds.

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?” Hailey asked.

Nobody responded, as you all looked around intently. The wind had started to pick up and it sent an unnerving shiver down your spine. You didn’t like this one bit, but you had to try to be brave at least… even though every ounce of your being wanted to reach out and grab Dean’s arm to transfer your nerves to him. You knew that as soon as you touched him, your nerves would calm and you would begin to feel safe.

“Everybody back to camp.” Sam shouted suddenly, causing you to immediately look over at him, before he began to bolt back to where you had just come from.

“What?” You muttered, utterly confused before Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you alongside him as he ran back. “Stop dragging me.”

“[y/n], just shut up.” Dean muttered, coming to a halk back at the original camp.

A space that was once cluttered with your backpacks, was now empty, with only splatters of blood dusting the ground.

“Our packs!” Hailey sighed.

Pointing out the obvious much? You rolled your eyes… did she not realise that you were all seeing the same thing? Maybe you were a little jealous, you thought to yourself as you watched Dean walk to her side. You only seemed to dislike her when Dean was by her side but that was just because maybe you wished that Dean would stay by your side, not drag you around like his little sister and leave you alone to cozy up with the cute girl he just met. Although, you didn’t expect any less from Dean… he seemed to be the kind of guy that would do that. Or maybe he just wanted to help her. Either way, him dragging you about and being sweet to her made you slightly annoyed and drowned you in jealousy.

“So much for my GPS and satellite phone.” Roy whispered, kneeling down.

“What the hell’s going on?” Hailey shouted out.

“Like we know!” You scoffed quietly. Apparently not quietly enough though, as she whipped her head around and glared.

“[y/n], calm down.” Dean spoke, his voice lowering with seriousness as he got in between you and Hailey and turned you around.

“I’m chill, Dean, let go of me.” You spoke, staring up at him.

“It’s smart, it wants to cut us off, so we can’t call for help.” Sam spoke.

“So I guess we do know.” You awkwardly laughed, raising your eyebrows over at Hailey, who at this point was just ignoring you.

“You mean someone, some nut job out there, just stole all our gear.” Roy responded.

“Not a nut job exactly…” You replied, walking away from Dean and over to Sam.

“[y/n], can you be quiet for like a second, maybe?” Dean spoke, watching you move closer to Sam.

“I’m sorry, what was that, Dean?” You swivelled back around to face Dean.

Dean just raised his eyebrows at you before you felt yourself being pushed by Sam back to Dean. You sighed as you knocked into Dean’s arm, your head bumping into his shoulder.

“You guys need to stop.”

“Stop what?” Dean responded, glaring at Sam.

“Stop being childish.”

“We’re not being childish… she is.” Dean said as he nudged you.

“Fuck off, Dean.” You rolled your eyes, moving away from him slightly.

You didn’t really know what Sam was on about, because you hadn’t really done anything childish. Actually, that was a lie. One minute you and Dean were the best of friends and the next you wanted to rip each other’s throats out. It wasn’t even arguing at this point, it was just petty comebacks and you weren’t one to back down so the childish fights just escalated.

“You want me to fuck off? How about--”

“Dean shut up. [y/n], shut up. Can both of you just shut up for one second please?” Sam spoke louding, cutting Dean off. “I need to speak with you both… in private.”

“Sam, I don’t think we need to talk about me and Dean arguing right now, do we?” You asked.

“It’s not about that.” He replied, raising an eye before exchanging a worried glance with Dean.

“Ah.” You spoke, glancing between both of the boys, before following them as they walked off into another clearing.

“Okay. Let me see dad’s journal.” Sam said sternly, as you entered the clearing.

Dean raised an eyebrow but removed the book from his jacket and handed it to Sam who began to flip through it wildly.

“Alright.” Sam started, stopping on a page and holding it out to Dean. You peared over Dean’s shoulder in order to get a clear view, but it just looked like a bunch of scribbles in your eyes. “Check that out.”

“Oh, come on.” Dean smirked. “Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or Northern Michigan. I’ve never heard of one this far west.”

“Think about it, Dean. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice…”

“Great.” Dean sighed, lowering the book. “Well, then this is useless.” He sighed once, more showing his gun to Sam.

“A wendigo? Am I even saying that right? What even is it?” You asked, grabbing the book from Dean.

“A monster known to be native to forests, that enjoys the taste of human flesh.” Dean grinned, grabbing the book back and stuffing it back into his jacket pocket.

“Lovely.” You whispered, looking down at the ground.

You began to hope that one day you wouldn’t feel as scared when any sort of evil creature was mentioned. But that day was not today.

“Not scared are you?” Dean smirked.

Jesus, what was his problem?

“Oh no. I’m not totally terrified of the fact I could get eaten alive by some human flesh loving monster. Go fuck yourself, Dean.” You glared at him, before walking back to the others, with Sam not far behind you.

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