Sequel to: Mothman
Pairing/Characters: Chloe/Sam, Dean, Ava, Andy, Lana, Pete, Shawn, Diana, and mentioned past Whitney Fordman/Adam Milligan
Summary: A lot has happened since 18-year-old Chloe Sullivan last saw Sam Winchester. She now has new hunting partners, new friends, and a new monster on her hands. After a chance reunion, Sam and Dean most come to her rescue, and Sam and Chloe's mutual attraction blossoms amidst the newest hunt. But who's hunting who?
Note: Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table
PROMPT of the day: #142. Writer's Choice: Wendigo
“So let me get this straight.” Dean announced as he looked at the only backpack that’d been left behind, right next to the fire. “You brought a whole backpack filled with snacks and sweets?”
“It was my first time camping.” Chloe shrugged. “Didn’t want to have a craving while out in the woods where I couldn’t go and buy anything.”
They’d had breakfast with what was in the backpack, and yet still there was tons of snacks things any normal person wouldn’t have. In other words Dean was loving it. He continued to shuffle through the crackly plastic bags inside before his eyes went wide and he pulled out a small bag of peanut M&M’s. “You’re my hero.”
Whitney snorted in amusement.
“Is it out there?” Lana asked Andy softly from where she was having a moonpie.
Andy looked up from his Reeces Pieces and sensed the area before shaking his head. “I don’t feel it.”
“Me neither.” Sam responded.
“Shouldn’t we head out while it’s not here?” Pete asked, anxious to get the hell outta the woods and to safety.
“Yeah, we should, but not until we at least figure out a way to defend ourselves from it.” Ava announced seriously. “We won’t have the time to do another pattern around us if it attacks. It’s impossibly fast. Believe me, I’ve seen it. We wouldn’t make it.”
“Vision-Girl’s right.” Andy announced, using the nickname he and Chloe had for their friend and hunting partner. “According to Sam and Dean’s father’s journal knives and guns are useless against this thing, but everything has its weakness. We just need to figure out what it is before we step out of the safety of the Anasazi symbols.”
“And it’s not like we’ll starve.” Dean announced, motioning to the bag of calories and rotten teeth waiting to happen.
“Okay, so how are we going to figure out what it’s weakness is?” Pete asked, looking from Chloe to Sam to Dean.
“We go over what we know.” Chloe responded, turning to Dean. “Tell me about the survivor. Why did it let him go?”
Dean chewed and swallowed, making a face. “I wondered the same thing. It didn’t make any sense why it took the guys parents but only clawed him.”
“What are the details?” Andy wanted to know.
“Silvertongue’s right.” Ava threw Andy’s nickname out there just out of spite for him having used hers in front of others. “Any little detail could give us the answer.
Dean thought it over.
Sam looked from Andy to Ava and back. “Vision-Girl, Silvertongue…” He grinned. “What’s Chloe’s nickname?”
Ava bit down on her lip and grinned mysteriously.
Andy just winked in amusement. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Chloe quickly changed the topic back to the matters at hand, blushing slightly. “Anything? Dean?”
“Give me some time to think, I’m eating.” He spoke while he chewed.
Lana’s hand went up in the air.
Chloe turned to the brunette and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“What exactly is a Wendigo?” The girl asked a very good question.
“Believe it or not, that thing was once human, if the legends can be believed.” Chloe announced, seeing the horror and surprise on Pete’s, Lana’s, Andy’s and Ava’s faces.
“Human?” Ava whispered, obviously remembering the creature she’d seen in her vision.
“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, hands on her hips, remembering her own revulsion when Moira had told her about the Wendigo as a child. “According to legend there were people in times of harsh winter in which all the crops and livestock died, and they too would have died but some remained alive by eating the flesh of humans. There are many legends saying that by consuming human flesh other humans are given certain powers, and they are addictive. Made you more intelligent, faster, etc. But you also lost your soul until you were awendigo, a creature without soul who’d lost its humanity with amazing powers and an endless taste for human flesh.”
Lana looked like she was going to puke.
Andy’s eyes were wide. “I’m never going to see Hannibal Lector in the same light ever again.”
“I’m never watching Silence of the Lambs with you again!” Ava threw a twig at Andy as if this was all his fault somehow.
Pete was silent, dark gaze on the bush around them.
“Fire.” Sam whispered.
Chloe turned to him. “What?”
“Fire.” Sam grinned, lifting Chloe’s backpack. “It’s the only common denominator in the two stories and the two that were left behind!”
“You’re counting Chlo’s backpack as a survivor?” Whitney asked, eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Why did he take everything else but leave that backpack? He wasn’t trying to fatten us up or anything. And why did he leave a little boy after entering the cabin and takings his parents easily?”
“Fire.” Sam grinned bright, tossing the backpack to Andy, who ‘uffed’ when he caught it. “This backpack was left by the fire, and the boy was sleeping by the lit fireplace.”
Ava’s eyes widened. “It’s cold. The thing. It’s cold and it lives in dank darkness…” She grinned. “This could very well be it!”
Chloe squealed happily and jumped into Sam’s arms, laughing as he twirled her around.
“Those two need to get a room.” Dean mumbled to Andy who nodded in agreement, before seeing the look Ava was sending and changing the nod to a firm shake of his head.
“We’ll create makeshift torches.” Pete announced, having been a boy scout he had a good idea of how to do them. “That might be what we need to get to civilization.”
“It’s worth the try.” Lana exclaimed. “I want to get home, and then send in the big guns to get rid of the sucker.”
“Oh, honey, we are the big guns.” Dean announced, already in the process of looking for what they’d need to make the makeshift torches. “We’re just going to get you and your boytoy home safely, then we’re going to get us some flamethrowers and come back for the son of a bitch.”
“Yay!” Ava clapped, totally exited at the thought of handling a flamethrower.
Everyone got together and began to make the torches with instructions from Pete, Dean and Sam. Lana put herself into the task, obviously glad to keep her mind off of things. Whitney was picking up pretty good but one could tell he was dying to be out of the situation as soon as possible. He might be able to accept it easier than most, but his dislike to anything supernatural showed.
Not that Chloe blamed him for wanting a quasi-normal life.
She kinda wanted it sometimes herself.
They worked diligently together, one of the four ‘special children’ always on the alert for the wendigo, and then they used the flames from their fire to light their torches and took deep breaths as they began to form their battle plan.
“Okay, the place the cars are parked are a two hour hike in that direction.” Dean announced, pointing in said location. “If we keep in a tight formation, and go as fast as we can, we might just make it.”
“Is everyone ready?” Sam asked.
Lana, Pete and Whitney nodded.
“Okay, lets go!”
They hurried off in a tight formation, torches out to their sides, not speaking. Some tripped and fell but were pulled up by those next to them and were on their feet again, moving as one, hurriedly, trusting that Dean knew where he was leading them because their GPS and compasses were gone. Chloe herself usually navigated during the night and used the stars to know which way was where, and right now she was feeling spun around and completely lost.
But she trusted Sam and Dean, and trusted that they were taking them to safety.
They were making great time, an hour had passed and they were getting closer to where they’d parked the range rover. If Dean’s estimation was correct all they had was another hour and they’d be home free.
Chloe tried to keep her hope back though, because she’d been on too many hunts to know that you couldn’t hope, couldn’t let your guard down, until whatever the fucker you were hunting was finally dead and burning at your feet. She kept her senses open, feeling around her, but she ha to admit that her concentration wasn’t all that great at the moment.
Her fear was interfering in it.
Suddenly Sam looked behind him as they ran. “Go faster! It’s on to us!”
Chloe was shocked at this since she hadn’t felt anything, and she continued to try and sense it but she couldn’t. Didn’t mean she didn’t trust Sammy and disbelieved what he said, but it made her wonder.
Made her wonder just how strong Sam’s abilities were if he’d been developing them for a less amount of time than she had and they were stronger than hers.
Lana began to cry in fear, but Pete continued to pull her on behind him, his endurance as a football player helping him tremendously at this time.
Whitney kept his gaze forwards unlike a lot of people who were looking all around them and behind. He obviously had one thought in mind “get to the car and get home” and was focusing all of his strength on that.
Andy and Ava exchanged confused looks, looking around them as if trying to sense the creature yet unable to do it as well. They looked questioningly at Sam but continued forwards, jumping over fallen logs and other natural obstacles.
Dean continued leading the pack, a couple of steps in front of everyone else, eyes narrowed, concentrated on where they were going. He guided them through terrain that left Chloe completely lost, and that was without any sort of enhanced ability.
It was really impressive.
And suddenly Chloe could feel the creature, and she marveled at how much stronger Sam was that he’d sensed it so much sooner than she had. What would Sam be now if he’d been trained from childhood like she had?
For a moment she felt a mixture of awe and some jealousy at the thought.
Blinded by her tears, Lana tripped on an upwards root, and there was a loud crack as she fell twisted, her scream of pain echoing throughout the woods.
Lana landed on the ground, screaming loudly, her foot twisted horrifyingly at an unnatural angle.
“Shit!” Dean cursed, stopping and running his hand over his short hair as he surveyed the situation and made a quick decision. “Circle her torches outwards!”
Everyone did as told as Pete and Chloe knelt by the screaming and crying girl.
“It’s broken.” Chloe whispered, looking at the painfully twisted foot. “Dammit.”
Pete held Lana close. “Everything’s going to be okay Lana, everything’s going to be fine.” He whispered.
“No it’s not!” Lana screamed and cried in pain. “We’re going to die! We’re all going to die! It’s going to catch us here because of me ad we’re all going to die!”
“No one is going to die today!” Sam announced harshly, his back to them, his eyes on the bushes around them. “No one.”
“Andy, get over here!” Chloe ordered. “Make her forget the pain.”
Andy nodded, looking at Lana in her eyes. “Lana, you don’t feel your leg, okay? You don’t feel it all because it’s gone numb, right? There’s no more pain, right?”
The agony slowly drained from Lana, and she seemed slightly in shock, but she nodded slowly. “I—I don’t feel---any pain.”
Pete turned to look at Andy in surprise.
“Pick her up. We have to go now.” Chloe ordered.
Pete nodded and picked up his girlfriend, who should have been screaming and in agony at the movement, but she was silent as they began their race once more, but they were now slowed down because of the injury, which was slowing Pete down a lot.
The creature appeared before them in the path. It then disappeared and appeared to their right. And then disappeared and appeared at their left. And then did the same, appearing behind them, growling and snarling, going towards them yet falling back with a hiss as they struck out with their torches.
It couldn’t get at them because of the fire, but the monstrous thing that had once been human was making it clear that it wasn’t letting them go any further. It’d had its fun playing the game of cat and mouse, but now it was vicious and hungry and meant business.
“We’re not going to make it.” Whitney whispered softly.
“Leave me behind.” Lana began to cry from fear, not pain. “Leave me behind---I’m the one slowing everyone down!”
“I will not leave you behind!” Pete looked down fiercely at his girlfriend as he held her in his arms. “And if anyone dares to even think of doing some shit like that I’m staying here with you! I love you Lana!”
She looked up at him in pure adoration through her teary eyes. “I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.”
Chloe felt tears coming to her eyes and she blinked them away, looking away from the lovers. She’d never seen someone look at someone else with as much love and devotion as those two were, and it made a very female part of her yearn and feel empty and meaningless.
Green orbs narrowed as she surveyed the situation. They were approximately a thirty minutes good run from the cars, but with Lana injured, the wendigo upon them, and the torches about to burn out they weren’t going to make it. They just weren’t.
“Ava?” Chloe whispered to the girl to her left.
“Yes?” Ava whispered back.
“If you concentrated hard enough, could you find the entrance to wherever it was this thing calls home?” Chloe whispered, body shaking in terror.
There was a moment’s silence before the brunette nodded. “Yeah. I think.”
“Can you or can you not?” Chloe cleared her throat to keep the squeak out of it.
“Yes. If I concentrate hard enough I can.” Ava nodded before turning her eyes on Chloe. “What are you planning on doing?”
“Well, everyone’s had a chance to show off their abilities so far, right?” Chloe whimpered, trying to be brave yet knowing it didn’t come out that way.
“Chloe!” Ava hissed. “No!”
“No one will make it otherwise!” Chloe hissed back. “We have innocent civilians on our hands! They take priority over our own lives! You need to get everyone to the car and get them the hell out of here and get weapons to kill this thing once and for all. Finishing the hunt and making sure this thing doesn’t get anybody else is all that matters!”
For a moment there she could have sworn that was her mother talking.
Ava looked away before nodding.
“Just…do me one favor.” Chloe asked, remembering the last time she’d been in a similar position with the Winchesters.
“Anything.” Ava whispered back.
“Tell Sam not to take so long this time.”
Ava looked confused as to the meaning of that, but nodded nonetheless. “Okay.”
Chloe nodded back to her and took in a deep breath. She heard Dean and Sam curse in time to turn to them and see their torches go out.
The Wendigo charged on them, throwing Dean against one tree and Sam against the other. It then turned to Lana and Pete, grin malevolent as it licked the air and sniffed the blood on her.
Chloe began to back away, activating it, sensing the creature freeze and slowly tear its gaze from Lana to her. It tilted its head towards her and sniffed the air.
Turning, Chloe then broke off into a fast run, ignoring the sound of the others (minus Ava) calling for her. She could sense it behind her, but it wasn’t catching up to her on purpose, letting her get further and further away from the others, alienating herself, making herself vulnerable.
Ava, get them all to safety!
And then it dropped down from the tree in front of her, snarling viciously at her as it took menacing steps towards her.
Chloe’s bottom lips trembled up she narrowed her eyes and met the creature’s gaze with her own, feeling the shift in her eyes as they bled black, trapping the creature’s gaze and not letting it go.
The wendigo froze, the snarl dying on its lips as it looked into her eyes.
It---it was working, it---.
“CHLOE!” Sam screamed from somewhere in the distance.
Chloe jerked her gaze towards his voice on instinct and then cursed as she quickly looked back towards the wendigo. But it was too late. The connection had been broken.
She was backhanded roughly, her head and body crashing violently into the tree next to her, and then everything went black.