"Wendigo" Part Three
Haley sat silently against a tree next to Stacy, playing with the hem of her tank top. It was dirtier than when they arrived, which she should have expected considering its white.
Even though she didn't care for Roy, now he was another name for her to add to the list of people she couldn't save. A list that was growing way too fast for her sanity.
"I don't- I mean, these types of things they aren't supposed to be real." Stacy tried to assure herself.
Dean looked down at her. "I wish I could tell you different."
"How do we know it's not out there watching us?"
"We don't." He admitted. "But we're safe for now."
"How do you know about this stuff." The girl questioned looking between the two hunters sitting next to her.
"It kind of runs in the family." Dean admitted.
Haley ran her fingered through her now tangled hair. "Or makes you run from your family." She sighed, earning a confused look from Dean.
Before he could ask her any unwanted questions, Sam walked up to the rest of them. "Hey. So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one- want to kill this evil son of a bitch."
"Well, hell, you know I'm in." Dean said while helping Haley up off the ground.
"You don't have to ask me twice." She emphasized.
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"Windigo is a cree Indian word. It means, "evil that devours."" Sam stated.
"They're hundreds of years old." Dean chimed in. "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?" Stacy asked.
"Well, it's always the same." Haley answered from her spot next to Sam. "During some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. So he becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp."
"Like the Donner party." Ben reported.
"That's right." Sam said. "Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities- speed, strength, immortality."
Dean walked up and wrapped his arm around Haley's shoulder. "If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing."
"You're always hungry." Haley explained.
Stacy looked at the other girl. "So, if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?"
"You're not gonna like it." She said bluntly.
"Tell me."
Dean interrupted. "More than anything, a Windigo 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."
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