16 Runnin’

Sam's POV

As you heard the roar echo throughout the cave, you couldn't help but worry it was too late. That this would be your guy's last hunt yet still be Y/n's first. You regretted urging Dean and Bobby to let her stay, not because she wasn't helpful or anything because she was.

But because there's a high possibility this is the last thing she'll ever do.

Knock it off, you scolded yourself, it's too soon to think like that there's still hope! You couldn't give up now, you and Dean have gotten out of worse. But on the chance you guys didn't make it, you sent a silent prayer for all of your safety.

"Everyone, stay quiet and lets get the hell outta here," Dean whispered urgently, as if reading your thoughts.

You saw a lot of panicked looks cross most of their faces. Penny, Tobias' 16 year old little sister, was one of them along with her father, aunt, and the Ranger. It surprised and impressed you how the unexpected camper, Miley, didn't seen rattled or terrified by any of this.

All of you started speed walking towards the cave's exit as quietly and quickly as possible. You noticed the one family member that's still missing lying on the ground. It was Tobias and Penny's mother, also the wife to Oliver Evans, a man in your little group. Her entire face was pale, her eyes open and blank, and body twisted unnaturally. She was dead.

Once Oliver saw the state of his now dead wife, he let out an agony filled cry and went to her side. Some of the others tried to quiet him down but it was no use, the grieving man didn't care. You heard the thundering footsteps that could only belong to the wendigo become loud and louder as it got closer.

"Everybody run," Y/n said fearfully. You've always admired how selfless she can be, you knew she was more scared for all of you than herself.

Everyone then, without hesitation, began sprinting towards the light at the light of this seemingly endless tunnel. Right as you began to feel hope that you all would make it out you saw a creature come into view.

The wendigo.

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Y/n's POV

This was the first time you've seen this, or any, wendigo. Hell this is your first time seeing anything supernatural, at least to your knowledge. Back there at the campsite, you only caught a small glimpse of the thing before booking it back to Baby.

And you're glad you did.

This thing had the semi-form of a human and it stood about 6 feet giver take. The thing looked unhealthily thin, bones showing and everything, and it was very very pale. No wonder the things so hungry, you thought. There were chunks of skin and matted fur all over the creatures disgusting body. From what you could tell of its face, it had very crooked and sharp teeth to match its razor claws. It's eyes were pushed back into its sockets.

This thing was built to kill.

As soon as thing creature came into view you heard everyone stop in their tracks. You looked at them quickly to find most of them had terrified looks on their faces. You knew you had to get them out and away from this monster while doing it safely.

Oh and you had to kill the son of a bitch in the process. Easy peasey lemon squeezy.

You looked around

"Everyone split up," you said so everyone could hear.

You heard all of the footsteps run off in different directions but your gaze stayed on the beast in front of you. Your feet haven't moved an inch. It was looking around at all the different passages and didn't seem to notice you yet.

"Hey asshole!" You yelled at it but it still paid you no mind. "Hey shitface!" You said louder, to which it looked at you and snarled. "Wanna snack? Come get me," you said before you started running.

...only to bump into someone.

Before you could look up to see who it was that was stupid enough to ignore you and stay behind, they grabbed your hand and ran. You quickly followed their lead and ran as well, never letting their hand go.

You heard the wendigo start to follow the two of you, it's loud steps becoming mockingly louder and louder. However, you couldn't help be slightly relieved that someone was with you. You were still worried out of your mind though, the plan was to save these people not put them in the same danger as yourself!

Glancing up at the person who ran into you, you easily recognized them as being none other than Dean. That dirty blond hair and tall muscular body being easy to pinpoint. Now you just had to figure out how you could save both your asses now.

Originally, the plan was you would distract the thing and figure something out along the way. It didn't matter all that much if you died in the process or weren't quick enough to be able to do anything. Don't get yourself wrong, you didn't want to die but if it meant saving these people you would.

But then Dean just had to stay and make things more complicated. You couldn't let him die, that would be a grave no no. It wasn't just because he was your friend or that you liked him, even if you hadn't admitted to yourself yet, it was because he is a life and a good man.

And you'd be damned if you let that be wasted.

You both ran and ran and ran, never letting your hands loose. Your hurt ankle hurt like f*cking hell and you wish you could just cut if off if that meant the pain would stop. But you kept going.

You saw there was a little side spot coming up in the cave where you could sit if, ya know, you weren't running for your life. But by looking at that spot and not at where your feet are going, you ended up stepping on a rock wrong. Not expecting this, you fell to the ground ultimately dragging Dean down with you.

When the two of you went down, you couldn't stop yourself from panicking. In practically no time at all the wendigo caught up and took a look at the both of you. You were preparing yourself for a gruesome end but the monster began closing in on Dean.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit, you repeated to yourself and tried to think of anything that could save him.

The bastard began scratching and ripping Dean up and you distantly heard yourself scream before everything you saw turned red. Something seemed to take over your body as you then got out everything you needed from your backpack with an eerie calm.

Without thinking twice about what you were about to do, you whistled to get its attention. As soon as it looked at you, you burned the bitch with a flamethrower you happened to find in the Impala.

Then the son of a bitch burnt to a crisp.

Now with that over, the adrenaline or whatever the hell had taken over you disappeared. You rushed to Dean's side, terrified to find out if he survived the attack or not.

He didn't move.

You began to panic, could Dean really be dead? No, you refused to even think it was a possibility. You used the limited amount of medical you knew and tried to take care of his wounds. After you got the bleeding to stop, you began CPR.

30 compressions and 2 breaths and repeat. You  used what you could remember and counted the compressions. You were so worried about Dean that you didn't think twice about the mouth to mouth. The first breath went normally but on the second you felt a hand wrap around you keeping your lips connected.

Dean was alive and he was kissing you.

You kissed him back and were blown away with how it felt. You've had your share if boyfriends and you've been kissed before but never like this. There was electricity flowing between the both of you and you felt like you were flouting. But as quickly as it started, the quicker it ended.

"That's one hell of a wake up call," Dean said breathlessly with his adorable smile.

Suddenly it all came back to you, all the fear and worry that Dean might have died. You felt a bit of anger swell that he was acting so careless. He almost died!

You smacked his uninjured arm, "don't do that to me!" You said frustratedly.

"Awwe were you worried about me?" He teased.

"I was worried out of my f*cking mind about you," you told him seriously, tears starting to swell in your eyes. As soon as he saw your face, all signs of teasing left his face.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm alright see? It's gonna take a lot more than some dog to kill me," he assured you.

You nodded but that didn't stop the flow of tears that soon followed. Dean pulled you into a hug and you held on for dear life as you allowed the tears to escape. He soothingly ran his hand over your hair and held you close, letting you cry your fear away.

When you were able to calm down, you wiped the remaining tears away and pulled yourself from Dean.

"Ok lets go find the others," you said trying to fully compose yourself.

"Alright," Dean replied as he tried to stand up and you were surprised at how easily he did it.

"Are you ok?" You asked when you noticed him wince.

"I'm fine," he said firmly, you nodded and trued to get up yourself.

You struggled to get up with your ankle being in much worse condition then before. Dean noticed your struggle and looked at your bruised ankle.

"You alright?" He asked.

"I'll live," you replied as you tried to stand up again. The pain was significantly worse than it was before and you weren't sure if you could stand up whatsoever.

"Here," Dean said with a hand outstretched. You took it and he pulled you to your feet, as soon as you put pressure on the ankle a shooting pain went up your leg.

"Ow!" You exclaimed now able to keep it in.

You then were very quickly in his strong arms once again. You sighed out of frustration at your lack of mobility but also out of relief that all of this was finally over. And that you didn't have to walk all the way out of here and to the Impala.

You played your head on Dean's chest deciding to make the most of it and he started his walk.