𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥)

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

Summary: It was the trio's first hunt, F/N and John thought it would be a marvelous idea to send their teenage kids on their first solo/group hunt by themselves. Because what could possibly go wrong right?

(Y/N and Sam are 14 years old, Dean is 18 years old)

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Third Person POV

Minnesota

•Sometime in 1997

Dean drove Baby down the road while Sam and Y/N sat in the backseat, both anxious and scared for the hunt they had ahead of them. They were used to sticking to the research, on the rare occasion their dads would bring them along for a ghost hunt but they've never ventured off on their own. It was the requests of their fathers to, quote on quote, "pop their hunting cherries"

It was the disappearance of a few people over a course of 50 years, the veteran hunters themselves went into Minnesota State Forest and stumbled upon weird familiar scratches on trees. They knew exactly what they were dealing with, deciding to hand the hunt over to their kids.

They were very dangerous creatures but they'd have to be smart to catch one. They believe their kids were ready and put Dean incharge of the hunt.

Y/N sat in the backseat, sitting beside Sam. her eyes dart around the windows as they drove down the interstate. "Remind me why our dads thought this was a good idea." Sam mumbled. "Beats me." Dean muttered, keeping his eyes on the road. "Because they're ducks. Apparently, we were being "over protected" and they thought it was time to "pop our hunting cherries".." Y/N replied with a scoff.

"Yeah, they're insane for sending us on a Wendigo hunt of all things." Sam mumbled, he and Y/N had been doing research and knew how dangerous they were.

"Agreed" Y/N moped as Dean tried to cheer them up. "Come on, you guys." Dean spoke, "This could be fun. How bad could it be? We're just here to kill one monster, not a bunch of 'em" Sam and Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"We're talking about Wendigo's, Dean. They aren't exactly the easiest things to kill" Sam said, he was getting extremely anxious on the thought of going against one.

"I've got the lighter fluid and Ms. Nicotine in the back there has got her lighter. We'll be fine" He assured them, holding up the lighter fluid, pointing to Y/N. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the nickname, giving him a dirty look but chuckled under her breath. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't call me that" Y/N muttered. "You smoke like a damn chimney, you can't get mad when I'm stating facts." He chuckled, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. She knew he was just joking and would never judge her, but that didn't stop Y/N from rolling her eyes and flipping him off with a playful scoff.

Dean chuckled, looking back at the road. Sam had silently gone quiet, looking concerned. "You're overthinking things, Sammy" Dean spoke, seeing the worried expression on his brother's face. "He's not. I don't have a good feeling about this" Y/N defended their worries, a sinking feeling in her chest about this hunt.

Dean sighed, seeing the look of fear in her eyes. He didn't want her to be afraid but deep down he was scared as well. They all were.

"Look, I get it, I'm worried too but we can't back out now. Not when we're halfway there. It's just one monster. We've got this." He reassured them. "You two just need to relax." Dean added, "It'll be fine. We'll gank the thing and move on to the next hunt"

"Living the life" Y/N grumbled sarcastically, flicking her lighter in her hand. Sam chuckled nervously beside her, amused by her sarcasm. Dean rolled his eyes, knowing she had a witty attitude at times but never held it against her.