The hum of the car is rumbling underneath you as the Impala rests in idle, the sound a consistent lullaby. Sam is resting upfront in the passenger seat, cheek against the window as he sleeps. You don't say anything, trying to keep quiet for Sam’s sake. He hasn’t been getting much rest due to the recent death of his girlfriend, Jessica. He often wakes up screaming her name (usually jolting you awake), the nightmares too much for him to bear. So seeing him get a nap was nice to see.

That peaceful silence was interrupted by the opening of the Impala, driver side. Dean slid in, goodies from the gas station held in his arms, alongside his usual papermap. “Hey, wakey wakey!” A soft tap of a plastic wrapped sandwich against Sam’s forehead, followed by a groan from the young man himself. “I'm up, I'm up..” His voice was hoarse from sleep, husky with grief. You yourself yawn despite not having been sleeping, ‘woken up’ from the drowsy environment. A sandwich and drink was soon tossed your way from Dean– landing ungracefully in your lap.

“So!” Dean began “Think I found where dad is leading us to next. Colorado.” Sam sat up, a little more awake because of both Dean’s voice and the somewhat… good smell of the gas station food..? “Is that so?” Sam mumbled. Following the trail left by John Winchester to Colorado alongside some stops along the way, you all finally arrive. Immediately you can tell this town has some tensions. Picking up a newspaper, you find out why. The header read;

”Campers Gone Missing- Blackwater Ridge, Colorado” You turn to the two brothers. “Seems like our kinda job, does it not?” Sam speaks up. “Newspaper says bear attack.” To which Dean cracks his knuckles, leaning back. “But when is it ever really what the newspaper says?” You both nod in agreement.

So now here you are. As you three predicated, it was a haunted forest like the locals said! It was also, in fact, not a bear! But rather a wendigo. So you're here with the sister and brother– Haley Collins and Ben Collins– of one of the campers, Tommy Collins. Who went missing. Alongside some old hunter, the Collins siblings hired (who didn't really know what he was hunting but sure did like to act cocky) called Shaw. The forest was dark and eerie with the sounds of the creature scraping just outside the salt line. Shaw was grumbling something about “this just bein’ made up.” Sam ignored him and continued to read their father’s lorebook, mumbling to himself. Probably in latin if you had to guess. While Dean spoke up annoyedly. “This salt line is the only thing keeping the wendigo from getting to us. We barely had a chance in the daytime. We have none now at nighttime. Be quiet.”