Safe Haven || Dean Winchester

five

Eleven Years Later

"Is there anything you need before I leave, Bobby?" twenty six year old Faith asked as she plopped down on the couch next to Bobby's work desk. 

"I'll be fine. Go on," Bobby gave his niece a reassuring smile before he turned back to his books. He was working on looking up some lore for a group of hunters. Faith had heard Bobby talking about dragons with the group over the phone while she was up in her room, but decided to leave it alone. Besides, she had her own hunt to get to.

"Call me if you need anything," Faith smiled at her uncle as she pulled on her black leather jacket over her maroon t-shirt. It went nicely with her shirt, dark blue jeans and black boots. Plus, she always wore this jacket. 

Bobby had gotten it for her for her eighteenth birthday; she never left the house without it on, even in the summer. Before she left the house, she picked up her duffel bag from the floor and slung it over her shoulder.

"Call me when you're on your way back so I know you're alright," Bobby called out before Faith shut the door. 

"Will do!" she called back before she shut the door and made her way over to her car. For her sixteenth birthday, Bobby taught her how to fix up cars. Together, they worked on her present: a deep red 1969 Dodge Charger.

After throwing her bag into the passenger seat, Faith sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. The familiar purr of the engine made Faith smile as she shifted the gear from park to drive and started her long drive. She was going to hunt a wendigo in Crystal Falls, Michigan. The drive would only take her half the day, so as soon as she got to town she would start asking around about the missing people.

There were six missing people, the most that have gone missing in the town in twenty years. The only reason Faith thought it was a wendigo was all these people went missing during camping trips. Faith knew that there were tons of underground places the wendigo could be hiding so, Faith would ask around and see where the entrance to the underground caves were. 

Faith's drive took longer than she had planned so when Faith pulled into the parking lot of the cheapest hotel, it was almost nightfall. She would have to wait until tomorrow to start her hunt. Faith parked her car in front of the office before she grabbed her duffel bag and got out of the car. 

"Hi, can I get a room for one please?" Faith asked the older lady at the front desk in the lobby of the hotel. 

"How long will you be staying?" the lady asked, her tone and body posture implying she was extremely bored. 

"No more than a week," Faith told her, hopeful that she was right. 

"That'll be $1050," the lady spoke after she typed a few things into her computer. Faith fished her credit card out of her bag before she handed it over to the lady. 

"Room 24 is yours," the lady told Faith, dropping the room key on the counter and walking into a room behind the counter.

"Thanks," Faith muttered sarcastically as she picked up the key. Her room was on the other end of the building, so Faith got in her car and drove around to park closer to her room. By the time Faith had settled down in her room, it was almost ten o'clock. 

"Might as well go to bed," she muttered to herself.

After another hour or so, Faith had showered, brushed her teeth, and changed into her pajamas. She had also managed to find a channel on the TV that wasn't a Spanish channel or a porn channel, so she was pretty happy. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

The next morning, Faith got up around six in the morning. She took her time curling her long, blonde hair and applying her mascara. After she finished that, she brushed her teeth and put on her light red lipstick. Then, carefully, she changed into a white button up blouse and a black pencil skirt.

Before she left, she put on her black blazer and black heels. She stuck her FBI badge in the inside of her jacket, along with her phone. Faith locked her room door before she got into her car. She drove across town to the first missing person's house. Locking her car, she walked up to the front door of the house and politely knocked.

"Hello?" the wife, or at least Faith assumed she was the wife, answered. 

"Are you Mrs. Clark?" Faith asked, a warm smile on her face. 

"Uh, yes, I am. Who are you?" Mrs. Clark asked hesitantly as she looked Faith up and down. 

"My name is Tori Larkin, I'm with the FBI," Faith explained as she pulled out her fake badge.

"Is this about my husband?" Mrs. Clark asked, hope filling her eyes. 

"Yes, it is. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Faith asked, a warm smile still on her face as she slipped her badge back into the inside pocket of her jacket. 

"Of course not. Please, come inside," Mrs. Clark returned Faith's smile as she opened the front door wider to let Faith inside. Faith thanked her as she stepped into her home.

"Is there anything I can get you, Agent Larkin?" Mrs. Clark asked as they walked through the house to the living room. 

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Mrs. Clark," Faith smiled politely as she took a seat on the faded brown couch. 

"Please, call me Lucy," the older woman corrected Faith. Faith nodded her head in understanding and began asking her questions.

"When did your husband go missing?" Faith began. 

"About six weeks ago," Lucy answered. 

"Where was he last before he went missing?" 

"He told me he was going camping," Lucy shrugged. 

"And where did he say he was going camping?" Faith asked as she wrote down all of Lucy's answers. 

"Somewhere near the fungus colony."

"Where is this fungus colony?"

"About twenty miles out of town," Lucy answered. Faith finished writing down her answers, then stood up from the couch. 

"Thank you, so much. I really appreciate it. However, I do have to be going now," Faith excused herself. Lucy thanked her for her time as she walked with Faith to the front door. 

"Thank you so much, Agent Larkin. I really hope you find him," Lucy told Faith as Faith walked away from the house. 

"I hope I do too," Faith answered, giving her one last smile before she got in her car and drove to the other victim's houses.

The other five victim's families told Faith basically the same information: their family member went camping around the same area as the fungus colony and that was the last place they were either seen or heard from.

Faith decided to look around the area tomorrow. It was already starting to get dark and Faith knew there was no possible way she would stand a chance against a wendigo at night. When she got back to her hotel with her fast food dinner, she decided to call Bobby to update him on how the hunt was going.

"Bobby speaking," her uncle answered. 

"Hey, Bobby. It's Faith," she spoke, a wide smile on her face.

"Hey, princess. How's the hunt going?" Bobby replied, enthusiasm laced throughout his voice. 

"I think I know the general area it's at. I'm going to take a look tomorrow," Faith informed her uncle. 

"Be careful. I don't want you goin' missing too," Bobby warned her.

Faith laughed out loud before she answered. 

"When am I not careful, Bobby?" 

Bobby sighed and replied, "Almost every other case you go on." Faith chuckled again. 

"Alright, enough poking fun. I just wanted to update you," Faith ended the conversation. 

"Fine, fine. Be careful and call me once you've ganked the thing." 

"Will do, Bobby," Faith spoke before she hung up the phone and began to eat her dinner.