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
“This place is amazing.” Ava announced as she looked around the campsite. “I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.”
“I know, right?” Whitney grinned, placing an arm around her shoulder as they both surveyed the beauty of nature together. “I used to come camping with a friend of mine, but we uh, stopped being friends and I thought it would be great to come with my new friends.”
Chloe looked up at that from where she was sitting by the fire she’d just finished making. She sighed at the wistfulness in Whitney’s voice. He’d really fallen for his long-distance boyfriend of three years, Adam Milligan, but Adam had cheated on him with someone else who lived in Windom, Minnesota, and while the younger guy had felt horrible and confessed to Whitney about it afterwards, asking him to forgive him, Whitney just couldn’t---even if he was still in love with the now 17 year old.
“Thank you guys, you’re so generous.” Andy grinned as he clapped Pete and Shawn’s backs. He, being the lazy ass he was, had convinced them they wanted to put up his and Ava’s tents for them and they’d just finished the task. “You feel good helping people, don’t you?”
“Totally.” Pete nodded.
“Always.” Shawn responded.
Lana and Diana looked at them with raised eyebrows. “Since when?” Diana snorted, Lana just shrugging.
Chloe bit her bottom lip to keep from snorting in laughter.
“So, who’s up for a swim?” Lana wanted to know, standing up in her pink bikini. “We should all go in before it gets dark!”
“Totally.” Diana announced.
The boys grinned and the four of them hurried into the bushes, destination the lake.
Andy turned to look in Ava’s direction, obviously waiting to see her change into her swimsuit.
Ava, as if having sensed Andy’s gaze, refused to look in his direction. “I think I’ll stay in tonight. Sit by the fire and see how close I can get before I catch on fire.”
“You thrive on danger, don’t you?” Whitney teased.
“Oh you know it.” She went to her tent and disappeared within.
Andy sighed as he sat down by the fire, pouting.
“Don’t worry champ,” Whitney announced as he sat down next to him, flinging an arm around his shoulder and hugging him. “You’ll get her soon. You’re wearing her down.”
Andy turned to him, a small smile on his face. “I am, aren’t I?”
“Totally.” Whitney agreed with a grin and a friendly squeeze before letting go of a now happy (and humming) Andy, and turning to Chloe. “Smores?”
“Mind reader.” She laughs, pulling out a large bag of marshmellows from her backpack.
When Ava reappeared from the tent the four of them sat by the four, made smores, and laughed, sharing embarrassing childhood stories. Chloe had to admit that hers were odder than others, since almost all of her embarrassing moments had happened while she was learning new things during hunts, but considering that those who didn’t know about her past were still at the lake she was able to talk freely.
“You’re a freak.” Ava finally announced around her smore.
Chloe laughed and threw a twig at her. “You. Kettle. Black.”
“I know.” The brunette giggled. “But I was normal longer so there.”
Whitney and Andy rolled their eyes at the girls.
The sun was low on the horizon, darkness covering the earth slowly, when the bushes moved and Chloe stood, eyes narrowed, sensing something and wondering how much time she had and if it was enough to go to the tent, grab her gun, and get back.
Then the bushes parted and Sam and Dean Winchester appeared.
Chloe dropped her smore. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
Dean brushed at some twigs and leaves on his jacket. “What? Isn’t it obvious? We went for a leak and got lost.”
Ava bit her bottom lip to keep from grinning.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before turning to Chloe. “Can we talk to you alone for a moment?”
Confused and worried, Chloe nodded and walked towards them. “What is it?”
Sam looked at Whitney oddly before placing his arm around her and ushering her off to the side, telling her all about what they’d heard at the diner. The brother had then done some investigations and they were almost sure there was some sort of skin walker or black dog or something in the area and that it was killing off people who went camping here.
“This would only happen to me when I want to have a holiday.” Chloe whispered before running her hands through her hair before turning to the others. “Okay, listen up people, we have a situation on our hands.”
Ava and Andy stood right away.
Whitney frowned from where he was sitting. “’Oh I’m pregnant’ kinda situation or ‘Oh I’m pregnant with Satan’s spawn’ kinda situation?”
“The latter.” Chloe announced.
“Damn.” He stood immediately, looking around him nervously.
“What are we dealing with and how do we kill it?” Ava wanted to know, storming towards them, eyes narrowed.
“We’re not sure,” Sam responded, arm still around Chloe. “But it’s killing people every 23 years viciously, and the only one to ever survive this thing said it moved so fast he couldn’t see it but he heard it roar. And guess what? You guys picked the right year to come upon its slaughter.”
“Only Chloe stumbles upon a hunt when she’s trying to take a vacation.” Andy sighed, unknowingly echoing Chloe’s words from moments ago.
“So what happens now?” Whitney asked. He’d never really wanted to know much about the hunts, preferring to speak of more mundane things while with Chloe and the others, but now he was being forced into a hunt and it obviously terrified and bothered him.
“I’d have said that we needed to get the civilians to safety, but its too dark, we’d probably lose our way and be more vulnerable to whatever this is in the dark out there.” Dean then frowned, looking around. “Weren’t there more of you?”
Whitney’s eyes widened and he turned just as the sound of a scream echoed throughout the forest. He took off into the forest heading towards the lake, with a cursing Sam and Dean hurrying after him.
Chloe, Andy and Ava hurried to their tents, grabbed a weapon of choice and were after them in a heartbeat, stopping when they found everyone reunited and scared.
“So none of you screamed?” Sam asked, worried and confused.
“We thought it was one of you guys.” Pete responded, Lana shivering and holding onto him. “And what are you two doing here anyway?”
Diana made a face as she looked at them. “Why does everyone have a weapon?”
“Well if it wasn’t one of you guys…” Andy announced.
“Shit.” Ava whispered, eyes widening.
“It was a trick to get us away from the camp.” Chloe turned and ran back as fast as she could, and yet it wasn’t fast enough. By the time she’d reached the camp it was ransacked, their tents clawed, their backpacks gone. The only thing left was Chloe’s backpack filled with food and other goodies, which she’d left by the fire.
“What’s going on?” Shawn wanted to know. “What the fuck happened to our camp?”
“I want to go home.” Lana whimpered.
“It can’t be a black dog or a skin walker.” Chloe began to pace, ignoring everyone else, hand tightened on her gun. “This was planned, whatever is doing this is not only intelligent but it can mimic people’s voices.”
“What are you talking about?” Pete asked, eyes narrowed.
Sam and Dean went off to the side to talk in whispers, and Andy and Ava were keeping their gaze on the bushes, making sure that nothing sneaked up on them.
Chloe continued to pace back and forth, going over everything she’d ever hunted with her mother, and then with Ava and Andy, and yet nothing had been similar to this. She didn’t know what they were up against, and that both terrified and pissed her off.
Whitney sat down by the fire, looking into the flames in shock.
“What the hell aren’t you telling us?” Pete snapped. “What just did this to our tent?”
“A wendigo.” Sam announced, holding his father’s journal in hand.
“A wendigo?” Ava made a face. “What the hell is that?”
Andy looked about to make a crack about the name and then closed his mouth and shook his head, obviously thinking better about it and realizing that now was not the time.
“A wendigo?” Chloe asked, going towards the boys. “But I thought mom said those things were extinct?”
“It’s the only thing that matches the description.” Dean announced seriously.
“But don’t Wendigo’s usually store up their victims so that they can devour them over their hibernation time without having to come out?” Chloe asked, oblivious to the horror covering the others’ faces. “It doesn’t fit with the half eaten remains you say were discovered.”
“Unless it realized that no one came here anymore.” Whitney whispered, causing everyone to look at him. “This place used to be full of campers but hardly anyone comes anymore. Maybe it was luring people here.”
“By leaving dead people?” Ava made a face. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“No, he’d right.” Dean announced. “They were thinking of starting a search party to try and hunt down the thing that did that to those kids.”
“He was luring in more victims.” Sam whispered.
“Look, stop playing around, this isn’t funny.” Diana whimpered.
“Glad you don’t think so.” Chloe announced, turning to them. “Okay, there’s no time to sugar coat this because that thing is probably out there right now watching us. There are real monsters in this world, and we just stumbled upon one of the sickest and hardest to kill.”
Dean and Sam grabbed two twigs and began tracing marks on the ground.
“What are they doing?” Pete wanted to know.
“Anasazi symbols.” Chloe replied. “A Wendigo is supposed to be unable to cross over them.”
“This is such shit.” Shawn snarled.
“And if it isn’t a wendigo?” Pete asked, completely serious.
“You believe us.” Chloe was surprised.
“Course I do. I’ve lived in Smallville all my life and if the things that you see there don’t make you believe in monsters and such you’re an idiot.” Pete announced, hugging a whimpering Lana to him, before asking it again. “What if it isn’t a wendigo?”
“We’ll have to resort to Plan B.” Ava responded.
“And that would be?” Pete asked.
“No fuckin’ idea.” Andy snorted as Dean and Sam finished the circle of symbols around their wrecked campsit.
“Why don’t you just shoot it?” Lana wanted to know in a soft voice, obviously believing them like her boyfriend.
“Would love to, but guns don’t work against Wendigos.” Dean announced, eyes on the forest around them.
“Bullshit.” Shawn snapped. “Guns work on anything.”
“Maybe we should just listen to them.” Diana whispered to him, terrified. “They look like they’re telling the truth.”
Shawn opened his mouth before closing it and looking away, obviously pissed but willing to do it for her. “What do we do now?”
“Wait for the sunrise and maybe then we try and get out of here.” Dean responded. “We’ll still be vulnerable out here but at least we’ll have a better chance of getting out alive.”
Everyone sat down and rested around the fire, keeping an eye around them.
“It doesn’t make any sense for everyone to stay awake like this.” Sam announced, sitting next to Chloe. “We can take turns keeping an eye around us, do it in shifts.”
She rubbed her arms and nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Shawn snorted. “Right. Like we can go to sleep after this.”
“I’ll take first watch.” Dean announced. “Everyone else just try and sleep.”
Chloe laid down, smiling softly when she felt Whitney’s hand find hers. She squeezed that hand and snuggled closer to her trembling friend.
There was a low growl and she opened her eyes, looking at Sam, who’d turned his back on her.
Had he growled at her?
The blonde considered how it looked, her lying down next to Whitney and holding his hands, and now that she thought about it, Sam hadn’t seemed to believe her when she’d told him at the bar that Whitney wasn’t her boyfriend.
Did he---was he interested in her?
But he didn’t ask for my number.
But still he’d growled.
That had to mean something.
Chloe Sullivan, this is SO not the time to be getting distracted with those kinds of questions. Concentrate on the fact that there might very well be a wendigo after you.
Closing her eyes, Chloe snuggled closer to Whitney and was surprised at how quickly sleep came to her.
The next thing she knew she was being woken up.
“Chloe!” Ava hissed as she shook her.
“What?” Chloe yawned, rubbing at her eyes and stretching. “Is it my turn to watch?”
“No. It’s still mine.” Ava shook her head, looking around her nervously. “I just had a vision.”
Completely awake now, Chloe’s green orbs went to those sleeping around her and she stood up, going to the symbols with Ava, speaking softly as well. “What did you see?”
“It’s bad Chloe.” Ava shivered, rubbing her arms. “Its uglier and faster and more intelligent than anything we’ve ever hunted before. It looked kinda like a human but wrong, and there was blood covering it.”
“Fresh blood?” Chloe asked, worried.
“Our blood?” The blonde pressed.
“I don’t know.” The brunette whispered, worried. “I do know that it’s in some sort of underground lair. It has bodies of people strung up like meat. The fucker.”
Ava shook her head. “They all looked dead to me.” She looked around her. “Chloe, I don’t think we’re all going to make it.”
And that was Chloe’s psychic talking.
“The future can be changed.” And Chloe hung onto that knowledge, trying to reassure both Ava and herself.
Ava opened her mouth.
A scream pierced the night.
They turned around as those in the camp woke up in a jolt.
“It’s watching us.” Chloe whispered.
Another scream echoed out loudly.
Lana began to cry and hid her face in Pete’s chest as the handsome African American pulled her tighter towards him protectively.
“What the fuck?” Shawn nearly screamed.
There were sounds all around them.
“It’s coming for us!” Diana screamed, standing up along with everyone else.
She’d never faced a Wendigo before, knew very little about them, and she had no idea how to kill one.
Please let those symbols keep it out!
“Everyone stay in the circle.” Sam ordered, eyes narrowed as he came to stand next to Chloe, gaze on the darkness around them. “Can you see it?”
“No.” The blonde answered.
She paused and nodded. “Wished I didn’t.”
“It’s so cold.” Ava whispered, hugging herself tightly. “Why is it so cold?”
The sounds were getting louder and closer.
It was obviously taunting them, playing on their fear.
“It’s getting closer!” Diana cried out. “We have to get out of here!”
“No.” Dean growled. “Everyone stays in the circle!”
“It’s going to fucking kill us all!” Shawn was just as terrified as his girlfriend.
“Stay in the fuckin’ circle Shawn!” Whitney growled.
The bushes before they moved and the scream was next to them.
Diana gave a scream and ran out of the circle into the darkness of the woods.
Shawn quickly punched Dean, grabbed his gun, and took off into the forest after his girlfriend.
“Come back!” Whitney screamed and would have run after them but Dean and Pete grabbed onto him.
Suddenly there was a scream from the direction they’d run. It was Diana’s, and it was quickly followed by wild shots and then Shawn’s scream.
And then there was silence.
Lana cried in terror and clung to Pete, whose face showed his pain as he let go of Whitney and hugged his girlfriend to him, crying softly.
Andy went around the circle before going to Dean. “The symbols are intact.”
Dean nodded in acknowledgment before letting Whitney go.
Whitney lowered his head and went to sit by the fire, body trembling.
Chloe was worried about him but she had to keep watch.
“I wanna go home!” Lana cried heart-brokenly, clinging desperately to her boyfriend. “I wanna go home!”
“Me too, babe.” Pete whispered hoarsely against her hair.
“HELP!” A voice screamed from the shadows.
Everyone turned towards the sound.
Whitney stood rapidly. “That sounds like Shawn.”
“PLEASE HELP ME!”
“It’s not him, man.” Andy replied softly, looking in the direction of the voice, angry. “It’s the thing.”
“How could you possibly know that?!?” Whitney snapped, looking desperate to go and help his wounded friend.
“Because I can feel it.” Andy made a disgusted face. “It heard Shawn scream, so it’s mimicking his vocal pattern. Listen to me. I know about using your voice as a weapon, okay? That is not Shawn. Shawn and Diana are both dead.”
“He’s right, Whit.” Ava whispered. “That’s not Shawn.”
Whitney’s body was trembling from fear, sadness and impotence. He turned to Chloe, face agonized, eyes watering and asking the question he didn’t dare vocalize.
She bit down on her lip, eyes tearing to see him suffering so much, and nodded her answer to his question.
Whitney closed his eyes and two silent tears made their way down his cheeks as he turned his back on the continued screams for help. “I’m going to kill that fucker!”
“Get in line.” Sam muttered.
The creature seemed to realize that they weren’t falling for its trick, because it roared in the middle of the fake plea of help. The bushes around them shook with ferocity, the roars and screams louder and more aggressive, and while Pete, Lana, Whitney were visibly terrified, and the others inwardly so, they stayed put.
It obviously infuriated the creature because it gave a loud, impotent scream before it went silent and the bushes stopped shaking.
Chloe slid down to the ground in relief, lowering her head. “It’s gone.”
“For now.” Sam warned. “But it’ll be back soon enough.”
“It’s probably taking the bodies to the underground lair.” Ava whispered before turning to look at Chloe.
Chloe turned to look at Ava.
‘I don’t think we’re all going to make it.’
They hadn’t changed the future after all.
Chloe closed her eyes and looked away.
Dean sighed as he sat down. “This is going to be a long night.”
“You okay?” Sam asked.
Chloe was surprised to find that he was asking Whitney. She turned to look at both of them, Whitney sitting by the fire, eyes vacant and tormented, Sam bending on his knees before him, looking at him worried.
“No.” Whitney responded truthfully, shaking his head, tears forming in his eyes. “I’ve known Shawn since we were in pre-school, and I dated Diana when we were like twelve. I---they didn’t deserve to go the way they did.”
“No, they didn’t, and I’m very sorry for your loss.” Sam sighed. “But no one else is dying on our watch. Okay?”
Chloe smiled as she watched him, her heart fluttering. She’d felt that he didn’t exactly like Whitney from the beginning, so the fact that he was trying to help him touched her and warmed her deep within.
“You don’t know that. We could all die.” Whitney wiped at his eyes. “And you know what’s going to be my biggest regret if I do die here?”
Sam looked a little uncomfortable but asked nonetheless. “What?”
Pete and a still whimpering Lana were looking at Whitney as well.
Whitney knew this, looked at everyone, and took in a deep breath before responding. “That the last thing I told Adam was a lie. I told him I didn’t love him anymore and that I was glad our relationship ended because I was getting sick of him anyway.”
There was silence.
Dean’s eyes widened. “Adam?”
Sam was in shock.
Lana wiped her eyes and sniffled. “Whitney? You’re gay?”
Whitney turned to the friends he’d been so frightened of telling before. “Yeah.”
“But…” Pete blinked, looking from Chloe to Whitney. “I thought you two---?”
“Nah, she’s just my best friend.” Whitney whispered. “Everyone just assumed and I was too frightened to come out so I let you all believe it.”
There was silence.
Then Lana let go of Pete, went towards Whitney, fell on her knees, and hugged him tightly. “How could you not tell us? We love you Whitney, whether you like guys or girls or monkeys.” She paused. “Though the monkey thing would freak me out a little, but I’d still love you nonetheless.”
Whitney chuckled, voice thick with emotion, and hugged his ex girlfriend tightly. “Thanks Lan.”
Pete took in a deep breath and laid his hand on Whitney’s shoulder. “Yeah man, we got your back.” He paused. “Now I understand all the excessive amount of butt slaps during practice though.”
“You bastard.” Whitney laughed throatily.
Pete just grinned teasingly.
Sam stood and shook his head in surprise before going towards Chloe, who was smiling at the three friends.
“Was about time.” Andy announced to Ava, who nodded in agreement.
“I really thought he was your boyfriend.” Sam announced.
Chloe tore her gaze from Whitney, Pete and Lana, and turned to him with a smile. “I told you he wasn’t.”
“Yeah, well I thought you were at that stage where you were attracted to each other but hadn’t declared your feelings and thus he wasn’t technically your boyfriend.” Sam responded sheepishly.
“Well, you think too much.” Chloe snarked.
“Amen.” Dean mumbled from where he stood, cradling his bruised jaw, which was still sore from Shawn’s punch.
Sam sent his brother a dirty look before returning his attention to Chloe and rubbing the back of his head, smiling sheepishly at her. “This might be really a bad time, but, uh, what’s your number?”
Chloe grinned up brightly at him.
He is interested!
“Well, considering that my cellular is gone with my backpack, I’ll have to wait till I get a new one to give it to you.” She responded with a saucy expression. “Will be the first thing I do when we get out of here alive.”
Sam grinned back, blushing softly.
“Oh, he’s so whipped.” Andy announced in amusement.
“Like you can talk.” Ava snorted.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Andy blushed and looked away.
Dean chuckled as he watched them, shaking his head.
“Look, I know it’s hard, but we should sleep.” Sam announced, looking at everyone. “The symbols proved strong enough to keep the Wendigo out. We need our strength for tomorrow, so we need to rest.”
“Easier said than done.” Pete mumbled.
“I’m going to have nightmares for the rest of my life.” Lana whispered as she laid down and tugged on her boyfriend’s pants leg until he did the same thing.
“It’s my watch.” Chloe responded when Whitney gave her a look.
He nodded and laid down next to Pete and Lana.
Chloe sighed as she added the last of the wood to the fire. She looked up when Sam came to sit by her. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping and following your own advice?”
“Yeah. I should.” He nodded, smiling slightly, not moving, gaze on the flames.
Chloe smiled at him and leaned her head against his shoulder, gaze on the woods.
They sat like that till dawn, not making a sound yet not needing to.