14 Hungry Like The Wolf

Y/n's POV

You whipped the gun out of your jeans and pointed it towards the rustling bushes. You were filled with determination and the need to end this without anyone else getting hurt. Suddenly something jumped out of the darkness and you heard a scream over the sound of gunshots. There was only a light brown fluff ball left in a heap on the ground.

It was a f*cking bunny.

You and Sam both looked at each other then at Dean trying to figure out where the scream came from. Dean blushed slightly, he actually blushed. Well that answers that question, you thought to yourself.

"Woah that was scary," he said trying to play it off with an awkward smile. (A/N: anyone guess which episode that reference is from? 😉😉)

"Better be careful Dean, the big bad bunny might get cha," you teased with a smile.

You saw his cheeks turn more red and you couldn't help but giggle. Who knew big tough Dean Winchester would blush? But you had to admit he did look adorable. Wait adorable? When did I start thinking he was adorable? You questioned yourself.

Before you had a chance to think any further something huge ran through the trees growling. The growl sounded very foreign to you, not quite like anything you've ever heard before. Then it clicked, that's just about the same words Tobias used when describing the creature. You and the boys shared worried and understanding looks.

It was here.

You all raised your guns and got them ready to fire. Suddenly it jumped into your line of view and began to charge. This thing was big, scary, and it looked damn hungry, oh joy. All three of you fired your weapons at it but it seemed to only piss it off. So before you were all dog treats you booked it back to the Impala.

Sam was in front of you, seeing as he had the longest legs, and Dean was behind you occasionally shooting back at it. You were about to yell at Dean to cut it out before he got himself killed. But ironically you tripped on something and went crashing to the ground.

"Shit shit shit shit," you said scrambling to get up.

Before you knew it someone had scooped you up in their arms and continued to run. You looked up quickly and saw that it was Dean, he stopped trying to shoot the thing and picked you up. Wrapped your arms around his neck, you buried your face in his shoulder sending out a silent prayer. After what feels like forever you got to the Impala and hopped in, you and Dean got in the backseat.

While you were trying to get into the Impala you found that you couldn't put too much pressure on your ankle. At least without a shooting pain going up your leg. F*cking perfect. You practically fell in the Impala from the pain but you weren't complaining, at least you were alive.

You looked toward the shotgun seat and realized that Sam never got in. Sam was gone. You instantly felt worry and slight panic fill your heart and you looked at Dean. You figured you should have all the facts before jumping to conclusions.

"Wendigo," You heard him say.

"What?" You asked not sure if you heard him right.

"It's a wendigo, I'd remember that disgusting thing anywhere," Dean clarified, "it explains why the bullets didn't work."

"What do we do then?" You asked.

"We torch the son of a bitch," he answered before taking out what looked like a first aid kit.

"What are you-" you started to ask.

"I'm making sure you're in good enough shape to run," he said calmly.

He examined it and you noticed that it was starting to bruise pretty badly, you paid no attention to the scrapes and cuts. He then wrapped it in what seems to be an elastic bandage. You wondered what he was thinking, his face was fairly tense but there was also a softness to it. You blamed the stuff and tenseness on Samantha's disappearance but, where did the softness come from?

"Well it could either be a sprained or broken ankle," he informed you. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He said before moving your ankle in a random direction, it did hurt but not too bad.

"A little," you admitted.

"How about this?" He asked before tryin g some other direction.

"Ow, uhm yeah a bit," you said not wanting to be left behind.

"It's sprained, which still means you're staying in Baby," he decided.

"What? No way!" You protested.

"Listen, it's already got Sammy, you're hurt, I'm not putting you..or anyone else in danger," he said catching himself by adding the anyone else part.

"And I'm not letting you put yourself in danger! At least not by yourself, it's only a sprained ankle I'll be fine," you defended.

"Do you think you can walk on it?" Dean asked and you could tell he was getting a bit frustrated with your noncooperation.

"I might," you said unsure. "I will," you tried again strongly, there was no way you'd be ok with letting Dean go back in there all by himself.

"We don't have time for might's and maybe's, can you walk?" He asked eager to get his little brother.

"Well let's see," you said.

"Fine," he gave in and got out of the Impala.

You got out as well and just about instantly fell when you tried to stand up. Dean, having expected this, caught you in his arms. You ignored his I-told-you-so look and at first using him to help you keep balance. Once you found balance you tried again more carefully and found that you could walk on it. Either way you'd find a way to bear through the pain.

"See fine," you said. "Now let's go get Sam," you said with a fierce determination.

After you finally convinced Dean to let you come, you both got what you needed to fire this wendigo up. You noticed he kept on looking at you, probably to make sure you're still ok was what you believed. Then you set out once more into the woods.

Dean's POV

You couldn't help but admire how fierce Y/n was when it came to people she cares about. She was terrified when the wendigo presented itself, not that you blamed her. The first time you came across one of these, you just about shit your pants but then again you were about 10 years old. But you could tell by the look on her face she'd do just about anything if it meant Sam was safe again.

That much didn't surprise you all that much, the two were fairly close friends already. What surprised you was how fiercely she wanted to protect you. For that, you were Impressed. And you couldn't help but sneak glances at her, she was honestly really beautiful. You couldn't deny that even if you wanted to, but that look on her face only amplified it. In other words, she's f*cking hot.

Now, the two of you were maneuvering through the woods towards the camp site. Y/n brought up since all the attacks happened around there, the wendigo will most likely live close by. So that's where you were heading. You noticed she kept anxiously looking around at every little sound. About half way there she started looking back at you like you might disappear any moment.

As soon as you both got to the site, you guys were walking around seeing what there was to see. You felt something encouraging you to look at the lake nearby, you got the feeling there was something important there. And then you noticed it, a cave.

"Hey Y/n, I think I might've found Wile E's home sweet home," you said.

"You did?" She said walking over eagerly, ignoring your Looney Tunes joke.

You pointed at the cave you found and after a moment her eyes lit up at the discovery. The two of you shared an understanding look and started hiking your way down there. Don't worry Sammy, you thought, we're coming.