Thanks to griffin-girl02 for being a beta this story! Also thanks to H.T. Marie for telling how you could get a document in! Sorry the first chapter is so short, but the rest aren't I promise! Oh yea, I don't own the Winchester brothers, has that honor. Hope you enjoy, and please review, I would appreciate it muchly!

Thank you Chris for helping with the title!

"Come on Dean, please don't do this!" Sam pleaded with his semiconscious brother.

The two were making their way out of the woods in the pouring rain. Dean was half collapsed on Sam bleeding from the wounds the massive black bear they had met earlier had inflicted on him .

About a week ago, Sam and Dean heard about several campers that had disappeared in the mountains. When three more people disappeared, the brothers began to believe that a wendigo was behind the missing campers.

The brothers had parked the Impala at the trailhead where the two most recent victims had last been seen. Sam and Dean each grabbed a flair gun, and Dean had packed his favorite pistol, for 'protection against the beasties,' he had told Sam.

Sam had talked to the last victim's family, and found out about where her campsite had been. The plan was to go into the old camp site, confirm that it was indeed a wendigo, and then track it back to its lair, dispose of the vile creature and hike back out, easy as pie.

The plan had started to fall to pieces at the campsite. Sam noticed some unusual prints that he didn't recognize and called Dean over. Sam showed him the prints and Dean swore a blue streak.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"These are bear prints." Dean stated.

"Are you kidding?"

"Why would I joke about something like that. One time dad showed me some bear tracks, and these look just like them."

"So our wendigo is really just a bear?"

"Looks like, college boy. Either that or after the Windego came by the bear raided the camp site. Either way we need to get out of here." Dean pulled out his pistol and turned around to head back the way they had come, when a black blur hit him from the side and sent his pistol flying.

"Dean!" Sam screamed as he saw the bear slam into his older brother. Sam stood frozen for a second, but when he heard Dean's scream of pain he started searching for the pistol Dean had been holding.

Spotting the pistol, Sam sprinted for it. He snatched it up, aimed at the bear's gigantic head looming over his brother's prone body, and squeezed the trigger, hoping that he didn't hit Dean.