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( LET'S FIND DAD )

      Sam is sitting against a hollow tree stump, holding John's journal and playing with a lanyard attached to it. "I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Haley says. 

      "I wish I could tell you different." Dean admits.

      "How do we know it's not out there watching us?"

      "We don't. But we're safe for now."

      Haley looks at him. "How do you know about this stuff?" She asks Dean.

      "Kind of runs in the family." Dean says truthfully.

      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." He says.

      "Well, hell, you know I'm in." Dean says.

      Sam shows the wendigo page to the others. "Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'." He reads.

      "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 says.

      Elena furrows her brows. "How's a man turn into one of those things?" She 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 says.

      Ben speaks up for the first time. "Like the Donner Party." He says.

      "Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities." Sam explains. "Speed, strength, immortality." 

      "If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry." Dean says.

      Haley contemplates this. "So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" She asks.

      "You're not gonna like it." Dean glances at Sam, then back to Haley.

      "Tell me."

     "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 says.

      "And then how do we stop it?"

      "Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically-" Dean holds up the can of lighter fluid, the beer bottle, and the white cloth he'd picked up. "We gotta torch the sucker."

      Dean leads the way through the woods, Molotov cocktail in hand. Each person follows Dean in a straight line. They pass trees with claw marks and blood. Sam is leading the group now. "Dean." He calls out. Dean catches up.

      "What is it?" Sam and Dean look around at the trees. There are bloody claw marks and broken branches everywhere. "You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow."

      Dean and Sam turn around as they hear rustling. Haley stands under a tree with Elena and Ben at her side. Blood drips on her shirt. She notices and looks up, then leaps out of the way.

      Roy's corpse lands where she'd stood. Dean examines Roy as Sam goes over to the trio. "You okay? You got it?"

      "His neck's broke." Sam helps Haley up. More growling is heard. "Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!" Everybody takes off.