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Previously on Worlds Colliding (Supernatural):

November 2, 1988

The Winchester House.

What happened that night

Young Sam walked into Baby Catty's nursery to see a man's silhouette standing over Baby Catty's crib. "Daddy?"

Mary ran toward the nursery, stopping short.

John gave Baby Catty to Young Sam. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can! Now, Sammy, go!"

Young Sam and Young Dean ran out of the house with Baby Catty.

John looked at the ceiling.

What they witnessed

Mary burned on the ceiling.

John watched the nursery burn, Mary with it. "Mary! No!"

Sent two brothers

On Sylvania Bridge, Sam and Dean turned to face the onlookers.

And their sister

In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "Dad's on a hunting trip."

Outside Constance's House, Catty stood outside the Impala with a shotgun, firing at Constance Welch.

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Sam pulled out a hook-shaped knife.

In Sam's Apartment, Catty spoke to Sam and Jessica. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

"Jessica, excuse us," Sam told her.

On a quest for answers 17 years later

In the stairwell outside Sam's Apartment, Sam spoke to Catty and Dean. "I swore I was done hunting." In the Impala, Constance gripped Sam's heart. "For good."

"We can't do this alone," Catty told him.

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Jessica spoke to Sam. "And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them?"

"Hey," Sam told her. "Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

Outside, the Impala drove down the road.

Sam: (voice over) "You think Mom would have wanted this for us? We were raised like warriors."

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Sam packed his hook-shaped knife.

On Sylvania Bridge, Dean spoke to Sam and Catty. "We have a responsibility."

In 1988, Young Sam, John, and Young Dean sat on the hood of the Impala. John was holding Baby Catty.

Sam: (voice over) "To Dad? And his crusade?"

On Sylvania Bridge, Sam spoke to Dean and Catty. "Even if we do find this thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming."

Dean grabbed Sam's collar, pushing him against the railing. "Don't talk about her like that."

Catty pulled them apart.

In the Jericho County Sheriff's Office, Sheriff tossed down John's journal, flipping through some of the pages.

Dean: (voice over) "Dad's gone. I've got his journal. He left us a message."

In the Impala, Catty was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the note in John's Journal to her and Dean, following the coordinates on a map. "These coordinates he left us... It's weird, guys."

In John's motel room, Sam spoke to Dean and Catty. "Hey, guys. What I said earlier? I'm sorry."

Dean held up a hand. "No chick flick moments."

"Jerk," Sam told him.

"Dick," Dean replied.

Catty smiled, raising her hands half-heartedly. "Bitches."

In Sam's Apartment, Sam let himself in. "Jessica?"

In Sam's Apartment's bedroom, Sam closed his eyes, lying down, sighing.

Blood dripped onto his forehead. One drop. Two.

Sam flinched, opening his eyes, taking in what he saw, gasping in horror.

Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him, bleeding from the belly.

Sam sat up, but looked like he couldn't move. "No!"

Outside Sam's Apartment, Dean watched the firefights handle the situation, walking away.

Sam and Catty stood at the trunk of the Impala, looking at the arsenal.

Sam was set in desperate anger, loading a shotgun.

Dean joined them on the other side of Catty.

Sam tossed the shotgun into the arsenal. "We've got work to do."

Sam closed the arsenal and trunk with both arms, leaving us in darkness.

§

Blackwater Ridge

Lost Creek, Colorado

Day One

Night - Woods

Two tents were setting up near a fire rings.

Crickets chirp.

  §  

Tent 1

Two young men were playing head-to-head handheld video games.

"Dude, you're cheating," Guy 1 told him.

"No, you just suck," Guy 2 told him.

Something growled outside.

  §  

Tent 2

A third young man was recording a video message on his cell phone. "Hey, Haley. Hey, Ben. Day Six. We're still out near Blackwater Ridge." Some dark flicked behind the tent wall behind him, too fast to be identifiable as more than 'something dark'. The screen on the guy's phone, displaying the video as he recorded, caught it. "We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow."

Guy 3 stopped recording.

  §  

Tent 1

Guy 1 closed his game system, tossing it aside.

Guy 2 looked at his system for a moment, turning to Guy 1.

Guy 1 stood, unzipping the tent.

"Hey, where you going?" Guy 2 asked. "My moment of victory."

"Nature calls," Guy 1 told him.

Guy 2 nodded sarcastically.

  §  

Outside

Guy 1 walked outside, zipping up the tent behind him, standing against a tree to relieve himself.

The fire crackled.

Something snapped a stick.

Guy 1 looked toward the sound, seeing the trees rustling. He shook his head, returning his attention downward, looking up.

Something growled.

  §  

Tent 2

Guy 3 was reading Joseph Campbell's 'The Hero with a Thousand Faces', hearing Guy 1 scream.

  §  

Tent 1

Guy 2 sat up, rolling over. "Brad?"

  §  

Tent 2

Guy 3 sat up. "Gary, what's going on?"

  §  

Outside

Gary opened the tent, walking out, peering around. He saw something.

Something growled.

Gary looked up.

Something pulled Gary into the woods, kicking and screaming.

  §  

Tent 2

Guy 3 turned out the lantern he had on. He followed the shadows and growling.

Silence fell.

Something slashed open Guy 3's tent.

Guy 3 screamed.

§ Worlds Colliding (Supernatural) §

Palo Alto, California

Day - Cemetery

Birds were chirping.

Sam was wearing a suit and tie, carrying a bouquet or various flowers, waling through an otherwise deserted cemetery. He sighed, stopping next to a gravestone.

Jessica Lee Moore

Beloved Daughter

January 24th, 1984 - November 2nd, 2005

There was a small picture of a smiling Jessica set into the stone above her name, a black-and-white picture of her leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix leaning on the picture, a small American flag next to the box, and three candles standing on the gravestone. One of them was Virgin de Guadalupe.

Sam looked between the grave and the flowers. "I, uh..." He chuckled without humor. "You always said roses were-were lame, so I brought you, uh..." He looked at the picture set into the gravestone, looking away, holding back tears. He stepped closer to the gravestone. "Jessica... Oh, God." He knelt to the ground to set the flowers down. "I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth."

Sam leaned the flowers in front of the crucifix.

An arm covered in dirt reached out of the ground, grabbing Sam by the wrist, scaring him.

§

Reality 

Day Two

Morning - On the Road - The Impala

(Song:) She Ain't Lonesome - Steve Fister

Dean was driving the Impala.

Catty was in the passenger seat.

Sam was sleeping in the backseat, jolting himself awake.

Catty looked at Sam. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam told them.

"Another nightmare?" Catty asked.

Sam didn't answer, clearing his throat, facing the front of the car.

"Want to drive for a while?" Dean asked.

Sam chuckled. "In your whole life, you never once asked me that."

"Just thought you might want to," Dean told him. "Never mind."

"Look, guys, you're worried about me," Sam told them. "I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."

Catty didn't believe the lie. "Mm-hmm." She grabbed the map. "All right." She cleared her throat. "Where are we?"

"We are just outside of Grand Junction," Dean answered.

Catty looked at the red X over the coordinates John left for them.

"You know what?" Sam asked. "Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon."

"Sam, we dug around there for a week," Catty told him. "We came up with nothing. If you want to find the thing that killed Jessica..."

"Got to find Dad first," Sam finished. "Yeah, I know, Catty."

"Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after 17 years?" Dean asked. "It's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do."

"It's weird, man," Catty told them. "These coordinates he left us, this Black Water Ridge..."

"What about it?" Sam asked.

"There's nothing there," Catty answered. "It's just woods." She put the map down. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?"

Sam and Dean didn't have an answer, either.

  §  

On the Road

The Impala drove past the National Forest sign:

Welcome to LOST CREEK, COLORADO National Forest

(Song Ends)

§

Ranger Station - Outside

The Impala was parked next to a sign:

Ranger Station Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest

§

Inside

Sam looked at a map of Lost Creek, particularly the ridge in a forest. "So, Black Water Ridge is pretty remote." Dean and Catty were looking around the office. "It's cut off by these canyons here. Rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place..."

Catty looked at the bear in the picture in front of her. "Dudes, check out the size of this freaking bear."

"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area," Sam told them. "It's no nature hike, that's for sure."

A ranger stood behind them, his voice making them look at him. "You guys aren't planning to go out near Black Water Ridge, by any chance?"

"Oh, no, sir," Sam told him. "We're environmental-study majors from UC Boulder. Just working on a paper."

Dean held up his fist. "Recycle, man."

"Bull," the ranger told them. He gestured to Catty. "You're friends with that Haley girl, right?"

Catty tilted her head. "Yes. Yes, I am, Ranger..." She looked at his tag. "Wilkinson." She gestured to Sam and Dean. "These are my brothers."

"Well, I will tell you exactly what I told her," Wilkinson told them. "Her brother filled out a back country permit saying he wouldn't be back from Black Water until the 24th. So, it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Dean shook his head. "Tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm sure her brother is just fine."

"We will," Catty told him.

"Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean asked.

"That is putting it mildly," Wilkinson told them.

"Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that back country permit," Catty told him. "You know, so she could see her brother's return date."

Wilkinson looked at Catty for a moment.

Catty smiled a sweet smile.

§

Outside

Sam, Dean and Catty walked outside.

Dean looked at the permit in his hands, chuckling. "Yeah." He looked at his sister. "Just keep batting those eyelashes, Catty. You can get us whatever we need."

Catty smirked.

"Dean, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"The coordinates point to Black Water Ridge," Sam told them. "So, what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?"

"I don't know," Dean told them. "Maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it."

Catty looked at Sam weirdly.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Well, since when are you all 'shoot first, ask questions later', anyway?" Catty asked.

"Since now," Sam answered, opening the passenger seat's door, getting inside.

Catty smirked. "Oh, really?"

Dean and Catty exchanged a miffed look, as if they were both thinking, We can work with that.

Catty tilted her head at Dean. "Can we please pose as something that even I can pass as?"

Dean smirked.

§

Collins House - Outside

Sam, Dean and Catty stood on a porch outside the unknown house.

A girl opened the door.

"You must be Haley Collins," Dean told her. "I'm Dean. This is Sam and Catty. We're rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. We wanted to ask you some questions about your brother Tommy."

Haley narrowed her eyes at Catty. "Let me see some ID."

Catty pulled out a fake ID. "Oh." She pressed it against the screen door to show Haley. "There you go."

Haley looked at the ID, opening the screen door. "Come on in."

"Thank you," Catty told her, putting her fake ID away.

Haley looked at the Impala behind them. "That yours?"

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"Nice car," Haley told him, walking inside.

Catty shrugged, following her inside.

Dean looked from Sam to Catty, mouthing. 'She's hot.'

Catty rolled her eyes.

§

Living Room

Sam, Dean and Catty were looking around.

There was a teenage boy sitting at the table.

"So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked.

Haley walked in with a bowl. "He checks in every day by cell. He emails photos, stupid little videos. But we haven't heard anything in over three days now."

"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," Catty told her.

Haley shook her head. "He's got a satellite phone, too."

"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Catty asked.

"He wouldn't do that," the boy told them.

"Our parents our gone," Haley told them. "It's just my two brothers and me." Catty looked down. "We all keep pretty close tabs on each other."

Catty looked at Sam and Dean.

Sam and Dean didn't show a reaction.

Catty looked at Haley and the boy. "Can I see the pictures he sent you?"

"Yeah," the boy answered, turning toward a laptop, sitting down, bringing up a picture of Guy 3 from the beginning. "That's Tommy." He clicked to the next slide. "And this is his last message."

A video of Tommy played, the same video he had been recording at the beginning. "Hey, Haley. Hey, Ben. Day Six. We're still out near Black Water Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow."

The video stopped.

Catty had seen the fast black shadow passing by the tent behind Tommy.

Dean looked at Haley. "We'll find your brother." The boy looked at Catty. Catty noticed the look. "We're heading out to Black Water Ridge first thing."

Haley started to walk away. "Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore, so I hired a guide. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself."

"I think I know how you feel," Sam told her.

Catty looked at the boy. "Hey, you mind forwarding these to me?"

The boy looked as if he was debating.

Catty smiled.

Sam and Dean exchanged a knowing look, smirking.

The boy sighed, nodding. "Sure."

§

Night - Restaurant

(Song:) Down South Jukin - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Sam, Dean and Catty sat at a bar.

Catty was on her laptop.

"So, Black Water Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic," Sam told them. "Local, campers, mostly. But, still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there." He opened a file. "They were never found."

"Any before that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "In 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year." Dean took the newspaper: Grizzly Bear Attacks. Up to eight hikers vanish in Lost Creek area. Hikers disappearance baffle authorities. "Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And again, in 1959, and again, before that, in 1936. Every 23 years, just like clockwork."

Catty continued to type. "Okay, watch this. Here's the clincher." She showed them the screen. "I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out."

"Yeah, Cat, we know that you'd think he'd be hot," Dean told her. "Though, I thought you'd go for the younger brother, Ben. He seemed to have his eyes all over you."

Catty rolled her eyes. "The video, not the guy."

Catty pressed play.

The shadow passed behind Tommy.

"Do it again," Dean told her.

Catty played it again, clicking three times. One to get the shadow into view, twice to get the shadow in the middle of the screen, three times for the shadow to disappear. "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move."

Dean hit Sam's shoulder. "I told you something weird was going on."

Catty closed her laptop. "Yeah."

"I got one more thing," Sam told them. "In '59, one camper survived the supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid, barely crawled out of the woods alive."

"Is there a name?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

(Song Ends)

§

Shaw House

An elderly man presumed to be Mr. Shaw led Sam, Dean and Catty into his home. "Look, Rangers, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid." Dean closed the door. "My parents got mauled by a--"

"Grizzly?" Sam asked. "That's what attacked them?"

Shaw hesitated, nodding, turning to face them.

"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks, too?" Dean asked.

Shaw didn't answer.

"What about all the people that went missing this year?" Catty asked. "Same thing? If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."

"I seriously doubt that," Shaw told them. "Anyways, I don't see the difference it would make." He sat down. "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."

Catty walked closer. "Mr. Shaw..." She sat down across from him, looking at him sympathetically. "What did you see?"

Shaw sighed. "Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar... like no man or animal I ever heard."

"It came at night?" Catty asked. Shaw nodded. "Got inside your tent?"

"It got inside our cabin," Shaw told them. "I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up until I heard my parents screaming."

"It killed them?" Sam asked.

"Dragged them off into the night," Shaw told them. "Why it left me alive, I've been asking myself that ever since. It did leave me this, though." He pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal scars like slash marks. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a Demon."

§

Apartment Building Hallway

Sam, Dean and Catty walked toward the exit.

"Spirits and Demons don't have to unlock doors," Dean told them. "If they want inside, they just go through the walls."

"So, it's probably something else," Sam told them. "Something corporeal."

"'Corporeal'?" Catty repeated in amusement. "Excuse me, Professor. Didn't know class was still in session."

"Shut up, Catty," Sam told her. "So, what do you think?"

"The claws, the speed that it moves.." Dean trailed off. "It could be a Skinwalker. Maybe a Black Dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature. And it's corporeal, which means we can kill it."

§

Outside - Parking Lot

They walked outside, standing next to the Impala.

Dean opened the trunk, opening the arsenal, using the shotgun to prop it up.

Catty put a bag inside, grabbing a gun, putting it inside.

"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there," Sam told them.

"What are we gonna tell her?" Dean asked. Catty put a knife into her bag. "She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?"

Dean grabbed another gun.

"Yeah," Sam told them.

"Her brother's missing, Sam," Catty told him. "She's not just gonna sit this out."

Dean zipped his bag, backing away. "No, we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend."

"So finding Dad's not enough?" Sam asked. Catty stood straight, zipping her bag, backing away. Sam stood straight, closing the arsenal and the trunk. "Now we got to babysit, too?" Catty raised her eyebrows. Sam noticed her expression. "What?"

Catty shook her head. "Nothing."

Catty tossed the bag into Sam's chest, walking toward the passenger seat.

Sam and Dean watched her, looking at each other.

§

Day Three

Morning - Forest

Haley and her younger, teenage brother that Dean had called Ben when teasing Catty in the diner were talking with the wilderness guide, all carrying full backpacks.

The guide checked a shotgun, talking to Haley alone, looking toward Ben. "I'll tell you again. I don't thin Ben should come."

"Roy--" Haley started.

"Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe," Roy told her. "I think Ben's safest at home."

The Impala pulled up.

Roy, Haley and Ben watched.

Haley shook her head.

Sam, Dean and Catty got out of the car.

Sam and Dean pulled out their bags from the car.

Catty walked toward the others. "You guys got room for three more?"

"Wait," Haley told her. "You want to come with us?"

Sam and Dean walked closer with their bags.

"Who are these guys?" Roy asked.

"Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue," Haley told him.

"You're Rangers?" Roy asked skeptically.

"That's right," Dean told them.

Haley looked at Dean's clothes. "And you're hiking out here in biker boots and jeans?"

"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts," Dean told her, walking forward.

Catty smirked, following Dean.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Roy asked. "It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt."

Catty looked from Sam and Dean to Roy. "Believe me, we know how dangerous it can be. We just want to help them find their brother. That's all."

Sam followed Dean and Catty.

§

Underground Mine

A mine shaft was letting in light.

Tommy and Gary were hanging by their wrists from the ceiling.

There were assorted corpses with them.

They heard growling.

Gary saw a tall, skinny shape, starting to yell in fear.

Tommy did his best to turn away, closing his eyes tightly.

Gary screamed.

§

Woods

Roy led the group through the woods.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting," Dean told him.

"Yeah, more than a little," Roy told them.

"Uh-huh," Dean told him. "What kind of furry critters do you hunt?"

"Mostly buck," Roy answered. "Sometimes bear."

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean asked, walking ahead of him. Roy grabbed Dean by the back of his shirt to stop him. "What are you doing, Roy?"

Roy took a stick, hitting it on the round where Dean almost stepped on, setting off a steel-jawed animal trap. "You should watched where you're stepping... Ranger."

Roy walked forward.

Dean chuckled nervously. "It's a bear trap."

They all started to walk again.

Ben walked next to Catty. "You didn't have any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not Rangers, so who the hell are you?"

Haley walked past them.

Catty nodded to Sam and Dean.

Sam and Dean followed Roy and Haley out of ear and eye shot.

Catty looked at Ben. "Sam, Dean and I are siblings, and we're looking for our father. He might be here. We don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat."

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Ben asked.

Catty shrugged. "I'm telling you now. So, we okay?"

Ben took a moment, nodding. "Yeah, okay."

"And what do you mean, I didn't pack provisions?" Catty asked, taking out a bag of M&Ms, turning around, walking away.

Ben chuckled barely, rolling his eyes, following.

§

Hours seemed to pass as the group continued through the woods.

Roy stopped in front of them. "This is it. Black Water Ridge."

"What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked.

Roy pulled out his phone to check. "35 minus 111."

Dean and Catty exchanged a look, knowing they were right where John wanted them to be, walking toward Sam, standing on either side of him.

"You hear that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "Not even crickets."

"I'm gonna go take a look around," Roy told them.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself," Catty told him.

Roy chuckled. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me, sweetheart."

Roy walked away.

Catty rolled her eyes, looking away.

Ben and Haley walked toward Dean, Sam and Catty.

"All right, everybody stays together," Dean told them. "Let's go."

They continued hiking.

"Haley!" Roy called. "Over here!"

They all ran toward the direction his voice came from.

§

Tommy, Gary and Brad's Campsite

The campsite was completely torn apart, blood on the tents.

Roy was standing nearby.

The rest of the group ran closer, stopping in shock, taking it all in.

"Oh, my God," Haley said.

"Looks like a grizzly," Roy told them.

All of them continued to look around.

"Tommy?" Haley called, pulling off her bag, walking forward. "Tommy!"

Sam walked toward Haley. "Shh! Shh!"

Haley ignored him. "Tommy!"

"Shh!" Sam told her.

"Why?" Haley asked.

"Something might still be out there," Sam answered.

"Sam," Dean called. "Catty."

§

Woods

Dean was kneeling to the ground, looking at a pair of tracks.

Sam and Catty walked closer, kneeling next to him, looking at the trail.

"Their bodies were dragged from the campsite," Dean told them. "But here, the tracks just vanish. It's weird." They stood. "I'll tell you what. It's no Skinwalker or Black Dog."

Dean, Sam and Catty walked toward the campsite.

§

Campsite

Haley had a broken cell phone in her hand, sniffling.

Dean knelt next to Haley. "Hey, he could still be alive."

A man screamed from the distance, making them all turn toward it. "Help! Please! Somebody help me!"

§

Woods

The group ran toward the man's screams. Roy was carrying a gun.

"Help!" the unseen man's voice told them.

They stopped when they saw no one.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Ben asked.

Catty thought for a moment, realizing. "Everybody back to camp."

They started to run back to the campsite.

§

Campsite

They got back to the camp.

All of their stuff was gone.

"Our packs!" Haley told them in complaint.

"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone," Roy told them.

"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked.

"It's smart," Catty told them. "It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help."

"You mean someone," Roy told her. "Some nut job out there just stole all our gear."

Catty ignored him, looking at Sam and Dean. "I need to speak with you two. In private."

§

Woods

Catty led Sam and Dean away from camp, turning to face Dean. "Okay, let me see Dad's journal." Dean took out John's Journal from his jacket pocket, handing it to Catty. Catty opened it, going through it. "All right." She turned the page toward them. "Check that out."

Dean tilted his head. "Oh, come on. Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean," Catty told him. "The claws, the way it can mimic a Human voice."

"Great," Dean told them sarcastically.

Sam held up a gun. "Well, then this is useless." Catty pushed John's Journal to Dean's chest, starting to walk away. Sam followed her. "We got to get these people to safety."

Dean followed them.

§

Campsite

Sam, Catty and Dean walked into the camp.

Catty looked at Haley, Ben and Roy. "All right, listen up. It's time to go. Things have gotten more complicated."

"What?" Haley asked.

"Honey, don't worry," Roy told her. "Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it."

"It's not me I'm worried about," Catty told him. "If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it royally pissed off. We have to leave. Now."

"One, you're talking nonsense," Roy told her. "Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders."

"Relax," Dean told him.

"We never should have let you come out in the first place, all right?" Catty asked. "We're trying to protect you."

"You protect me?" Roy asked, walking closer to Catty, standing within inches of her. Catty was getting increasingly annoyed, but remaining calm. "I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

Catty looked at Roy in amused annoyance. "Oh, yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you. And it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive. Unless we get your ass out of here. Back off."

Roy laughed, raising a hand to touch Catty's cheek. "You know you're crazy, right?"

"Roy!" Ben told him.

Sam pushed Roy back. "Yeah? You ever hunt--"

Dean pulled Sam away back next to Catty, looking at Roy. "Chill out."

Haley walked closer. "Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look, Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him."

"It's getting late," Dean told them. "This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it. Not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

Sam walked past Haley.

Haley turned to face Sam. "How?"

§

Night - Campsite

Ben and Haley were making a fire.

Dean made symbols into the soil, standing, walking toward the others.

"One more time," Haley told him. "That's..."

"Anasazi symbols," Dean answered, sitting down. "It's for protection. The Wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughed. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." Dean stood, walking toward Sam and Catty, sitting down, looking at Sam. "You want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?"

"Dean..." Sam trailed off.

"No, you're not fine," Dean told him. "Yeah, I get that you were just defending Catty, but I think she could have done that just fine on her own. You're like a powder keg. It's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?"

"Dad's not here," Sam told them. "I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Catty agreed. "To tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then let's get these people back to town, and let hit the road," Sam told them. "Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?"

Dean stood, turning to face them, kneeling next to them, holding out John's Journal. "This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things... The family business."

"That makes no sense," Catty told them. "Why--why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?"

"I don't know," Dean told them. "But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do, and I intend to do it."

"Dean..." Sam trailed off. "Catty... No. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only things I can think about."

"Okay," Catty told him. "All right. Sam, we'll find them. Because whatever it was that killed Jessica, it killed Mom. I want to find them as much as you do."

"Listen to me, both of you," Dean told them. "You've got to prepare yourselves. I mean, this search could take a while. And all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You got to have patience, guys."

Sam shook his head. "How do you do it?" He chuckled without humor. "How does Dad do it?"

"Well, for one, them," Dean answered, looking toward Ben, Haley and Roy. "I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little more bearable. And I'll tell you what else helps... Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can."

Catty smiled a small smile, chuckling.

"Help me!" a man called. Sam, Catty and Dean stood, walking toward the others. Sam shone a flash light around. Dean cocked a gun. Catty picked up one. "Help!"

"It's trying to draw us out," Catty told them. "Just stay cool. Stay put."

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked tauntingly.

"Help!" a man called. "Help me!"

The yells turned into growls.

Roy raised his shotgun. "Okay, that's no grizzly."

Ben took Haley's hand.

"It's okay," Haley told him. Ben and Haley sat down. "We'll be all right. I promise."

The Wendigo rushed around them, growling.

Haley screamed.

"It's here," Roy told them. Bushes crashed. The Wendigo rushed around them. Roy shot at it multiple times. "I hit it!"

Roy ran out of the circle.

"Roy, no!" Dean told him. "Roy!" He looked at Ben and Haley. "Don't move!"

Sam, Dean and Catty followed Roy.

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Woods

Roy slowed to a stop in the middle of the woods. "It's over here! It's in the tree!"

The Wendigo reached down from the tree, snapping Roy's neck, pulling his body up into the tree.

Sam, Dean and Catty ran closer.

"Roy?" Catty called. She shone her flashlight over the empty woods. "Roy!"

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Day  Four

Morning - Campsite

Sam, Dean and Catty sat with Haley and Ben.

Sam sat alone, holding John's journal.

Catty and Ben sat together.

"I don't..." Ben trailed off. "I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real."

"I wish I could tell you different," Catty told him.

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

Catty shook her head. "We don't. But we're safe for now."

"How do you know about this stuff?" Ben asked.

Catty hesitated, thinking about a good answer. "It kind of runs in the family."

Dean and Haley stood.

Sam walked toward them. "Hey. So, we've got half a chance in the daylight." Catty and Ben stood. "And I, for one... want to kill this evil son of a bitch."

Dean and Catty smirked.

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

Sam held up John's journal. "Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means 'Evil that devours'."

"They're hundreds of years old," Catty told them. "Each one was a man, sometimes an Indian or other times a frontiersman or a miner or a hunter."

"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley asked.

"Well, it's always the same," Catty told them. "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."

"Like the Donner party," Ben told them.

"That's right," Dean told him. "Cultures all over the world believe that eating Human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality."

"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-Human thing," Sam told them, walking around them to stand next to Dean and Catty. "You're always hungry."

"So, if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Haley asked.

Catty looked from Sam and Dean to Haley and Ben. "You're not gonna like it."

"Tell me," Haley told them.

"More than anything, a Wendigo knows how to last long winters without food," Dean told them. "It hibernates for years at a time. When it's awake, it keeps its victims alive. It stores them so it can feed whenever it wants." Haley looked at Ben nervously. Ben looked away. "If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. And we gotta track it back there."

"And then how do we stop it?" Haley asked.

"Well, guns are useless," Catty told them. "So are knives. Basically..." She held up a bottle of alcohol, a rag and a lighter. "You gotta torch the bitch."

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Woods

Sam, Dean, Catty, Haley, and Ben walked out of the campsite into the woods. Catty led the way, Molotov cocktail in hand. They were tracking claw marks in the trees to try and find the Wendigo.

"Dean, Catty," Sam told them.

Dean and Catty walked closer to Sam.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

They followed his gaze to a blood spot clawed into the tree above them, and the surrounding trees all around them.

"You know, I was thinking that those claw prints, so clear and distinct..." Sam trailed off, chuckling without humor. "They were almost too easy to follow."

The Wendigo growled, unseen, rushing around them.

Blood dripped onto Haley's shoulder.

Haley looked up, screaming, ducking out of the way.

Roy's mutilated body fell to the ground.

Catty helped Haley stand. "You okay? You got it?"

Dean knelt next to Roy's body, looking up. "His neck's broken. Run, run!" They heard the Wendigo growling, unseen. "Go, go, go, go, go!"

They all ran back toward the campsite, Catty and Haley leading the way.

Ben fell to the ground.

Sam turned back for Ben, helping him stand. "Come on. I got you. I got you."

Sam, Dean and Ben ran after Catty and Haley.

"Haley!" Ben called.

Haley and Catty were some distance in front of the boys, seeing something in front of them.

The Wendigo stared down on the girls, growling viciously.

Haley screamed.

By the time the boys caught up, the Wendigo had already taken the girls.

"Haley?" Ben asked.

Dean picked up Catty's Molotov cocktail, the bottle broken. "Catty!"

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Woods

Sam, Dean and Ben walked along.

"If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" Ben asked.

"Honestly?" Dean asked. "I think because Roy shot at it, pissed it off."

Ben found a trail of Catty's M&Ms, picking one up. "They went this way."

Sam and Dean walked closer.

Ben handed the M&M to Sam.

Sam chuckled. "It's better than breadcrumbs."

"Dear old Cat," Dean told them.

Sam tossed the M&M away.

Sam, Ben and Dean followed the trail of M&Ms, coming to a mine entrance marked with a sign:

Warning! Danger! Do not enter!

Extremely toxic material

Dean looked at Sam and Ben, shrugging, walking inside.

Sam and Ben followed.

Above the entrance was a larger sign:

KEEP OUT

NO ADMITTANCE

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Mine

Sam shone the flashlight ahead of them.

They heard growling.

Sam turned off the flashlight.

Dean pulled Sam and Ben against the wall.

The Wendigo walked toward them.

Dean covered Ben's mouth to keep him from making a sound.

The Wendigo took a different tunnel at the crossing.

Ben, Dean and Sam walked out of hiding.

The floorboards creaked underneath their feet, falling through.

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Underground Mine

Sam, Dean and Ben fell to the floor, landing in a pile of bones.

There was another pile of skulls nearby.

Ben saw them, jumping back.

Sam put his hands on his shoulders to calm him down. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Sam, Ben and Dean looked up.

Haley and Catty were hanging from the ceiling by their wrists, both in really bad state of bloody, beaten and weak with slash marks and dirty.

Dean stood, walking closer. "Catty."

Sam and Ben stood, walking closer.

Ben stood in front of Haley. "Wake up. Wake up."

Sam shook Catty to wake her up. "Catty. Hey, you okay?"

Catty groaned in pain. "Yeah."

"Haley..." Ben trailed off. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."

Sam used a knife to cut the restraints around Catty's wrists.

Catty nearly fell to the floor.

Dean caught Catty in his arms. "Gotcha. All right."

Haley coughed.

Sam turned to cut the restraints around Haley's wrists.

Haley nearly fell to the floor.

Ben caught Haley in his arms.

Dean leaned Catty against a rock nearby. "You sure you're all right?"

Catty groaned, looking around. "Yeah, yeah. Where is it?"

"It's gone for now," Dean answered.

Haley and Ben walked toward Tommy, hanging from the ceiling by his wrists.

Sam walked toward them.

Haley cried. "Tommy. Tommy." Tommy looked up, gasping to consciousness. Haley gasped, holding him in relief, looking at Sam. "Cut him down."

Sam used his knife to cut the restraints around Tommy's wrists.

Haley and Ben caught Tommy in their arms, helping him sit down.

Tommy looked at his sister. "Haley."

"Hey," Haley told him in a whisper.

Tommy looked at his brother. "Ben."

"It's okay," Haley told him. "We're gonna get you home."

Catty picked up a gun from the bag next to her. "Check it out. Flare guns."

"Those will work," Dean told them, chuckling, taking another flare gun out of the bag. Catty pushed herself up, nearly falling. Dean stood, helping her stand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Catty stood on her own, lightly pushing Dean away. "I got it."

Dean sighed, smirking at her stubborn determination. "Yeah, you do."

Sam chuckled.

§

Haley and Ben each had an arm of Tommy's over their shoulders, helping him walk toward the exit.

Sam, Dean and Catty followed.

The Wendigo growled, unseen.

Sam aimed his gun.

"Looks like someone's home for super," Catty told them.

"We'll never outrun it," Haley told them.

Dean looked from Sam to Catty. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, I think so," Sam answered.

Dean looked at Haley, Tommy and Ben. "All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."

Haley looked from Dean to Catty. "What are you guys gonna do?"

Catty and Dean didn't answer, walking away, walking into two different tunnels.

They were trying to lure the Wendigo to them, and then attack him with the flare guns from either side, giving the others a chance to escape.

Sam waited until they were a safe distance away. "All right, come on! Hurry!"

The Collinses followed Sam down the tunnel.

§

Tunnel 1

Catty walked down the tunnel, yelling so the Wendigo would hear her. "It's chow time, you freaking bitch! Yeah, that's right! Bring it on, baby! I taste good!"

§

Tunnel 2

Dean walked down the tunnel, yelling so the Wendigo would hear him. "Hey, you want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!"

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Tunnel 3

Sam, Haley, Ben and Tommy walked down the tunnel toward the exit.

They heard growling.

Sam turned to point the gun at toward the sound, lowering the gun, turning to look at Haley and Ben, talking about Tommy. "Get him out of here."

"Sam, no," Haley told him.

"Go!" Sam told them. "Go! Go!"

"Come on, Haley!" Ben told her.

Haley and Ben helped Tommy along the mine tunnel.

Sam held his flare gun ready to shoot, looking down the tunnel. "Come on. Come on."

The Wendigo growled.

Sam turned to see the Wendigo standing right behind him, trying to shoot him, missing. He only had one shot, running after the Collinses.

"Sam!" Haley told him.

Sam caught up to them. "Come on. Hurry, hurry, hurry." They ran to the end of the tunnel. The Wendigo was right behind them. "Get behind me."

Sam stood in front of all three Collinses, putting him between them and the Wendigo.

The Wendigo approached them, taking its time, roaring.

Dean ran in front of them, holding his flare.

Catty stood behind the Wendigo. "Hey!"

The Wendigo turned to face Catty.

Catty shot her flare into the Wendigo's chest.

Dean shot his flare into the Wendigo's back.

The Wendigo burned alive from the inside, dying, the flamed still being burned as it fell to the ground, dead.

Catty lowered her flare, sighing, walking slowly toward the others, standing next to Dean.

Dean turned to face the others. "Not bad, huh?"

Sam smiled.

Catty tilted her head, shrugging.

§

Ranger Station - Outside

An ambulance loaded Tommy up into the truck.

Two police officers interviewed Catty and Ben.

Catty was already patched up.

"That's when it circled the campsite," Ben told them. "I mean, this grizzly must have weighed 800, 900 pounds."

Ben looked at Catty.

Catty nodded in slight approval, acting as if she was agreeing with him for the cops.

Ben smiled a small smile.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing," the officer told them.

The officers walked away, leaving.

Ben turned to face Catty. "So, I think I owe you a thank you. Not everyday a girl risks her life to save yours."

Catty shrugged, shaking her head. "Nah. You don't owe me anything. But a thank you would be nice." They chuckled. Ben leaned forward to kiss her. Catty seemed slightly surprised, not knowing how to react to that for a moment. Ben pulled away. "You're welcome."

An EMT walked up to Ben. "You riding with your brother?"

"Yeah," Ben answered.

The EMT walked away.

Haley walked closer, also patched up, looking at Ben. "Let's go."

Ben nodded.

Haley walked toward the truck.

Ben looked at Catty. "I hope you find your father." Catty nodded. "Thanks, Catty."

Ben walked away toward the trunk, getting in with Haley and Tommy.

Catty leaned tiredly against the Impala.

Sam and Dean walked closer.

"Man, I hate camping," Catty told them.

"Me, too," Sam told them.

Dean nodded.

The siren wailed.

The EMTs drove away with the Collinses.

"Sam, Catty, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I know."

"Ditto," Catty told them.

Sam looked at Dean. "But in the meantime... I'm driving."

Dean took out his keys, tossing them to Sam.

Sam caught them, standing.

(Song:) Fly by the Night - Rush

Sam walked toward the driver's seat.

Dean walked toward the passenger seat.

Catty walked toward the driver's side backseat.

They got into the car, closing the doors.

Catty laid down in the back seat tiredly, most likely to fall asleep after the long last couple of days they had had.

Sam started the car, driving them away from the Ranger Station.

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Day Five

Morning - On the Road

The Impala came driving down the road, still having a very long way to go.