𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

010

The morning sun burns through my eyelids, making me groan and pull my blanket over my eyes. It had a musky and leathery scent to it. I feel something rough against my cheek and my eyebrows furrow in tired confusion. Then I remember where I am.

I snap my eyes open and quickly shoot up into a sitting position. I look down and see that Dean's jacket had fallen onto my lap and I look at it, confused. Moving my hand to my cheek, I brush the dirt that had stuck to it.

"Morin', sweetcheeks." My eyes dart towards Dean. I blush slightly when I see Hailey up as well, looking at us with a small smirk. I get up, grabbing his jacket, and walk over to him. I push it against his chest and keep my hand there.

"Where's Sam?" I stare at Dean with a hard expression.

"Um, your welcome?" He hints at the jacket, slowly raising his hands to hold it.

"I didn't ask for it. Where'd Sam go?" I ask again, moving my hand away from his chest. He sighs dramatically and purses his lips.

"He went to go brood over there by himself." He jerks his head behind him and I look back.

"And I don't really think-" I ignore him and start walking in that direction. "-he wants to be bothered right now." He said louder, but I still ignore him. I see Sam after walking a little ways away from the campsite.

"Hey, Sam." I step towards him hesitantly. His eyes were focused on his dad's journal. He doesn't bother looking up at me.

"Can we talk?" When he doesn't answer, I take my chances and sit down in front of him.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did. I thought it was for the best, for both of us." I sigh sadly.

"I never faked who I was though." That made him look up. "Everything you know about me is a hundred percent real and true, Sam. My likes, my dislikes, my fears—everything about me now." I tell him, making sure our eyes stay connected.

"My hunting days were part of a past I wanted to forget, but I guess...once a hunter always a hunter, huh? I mean, look at us, two ex-hunters back in the field." I chuckle dryly. He smiles slightly, looking down, then back up.

"I'm still me, Sam. You're still my best friend, and I know when somethings bothering you. I may be a part of what's setting you off so quickly, but not all of it." He sighs, looking back down at the journal.

"It's my dad." Sam finally speaks. I wanted to cheer from the happiness I felt, finally getting him to speak.

"What about him?" I furrow my brows.

"He's not here, Jen." He grumbles. I make an 'ahh' expression.

"Yeah, I figured. Honestly, if he were here, this Wendigo would have already been killed." I sigh.

"I just don't understand...why? Why send us on a goose chase to look for him?"

"I don't know, Sam. Truly." I admit with a frown. It was quiet for a moment.

"What I do know...is that there is a Wendigo out there, killing innocent people, and will continue to do so if we don't stop it here and now."

"Yeah, you're right." Sam mutters, still looking at the journal. I rise from the floor, wiping my butt of the dirt that stuck to it, and stick my hand out to Sam.

"Are we good?" I ask. He looks up at me.

"Yeah. I have even more questions now, but yeah, we're good." He grabs my hand, and I help him up. Once he's standing straight, I quickly give him a hug.