You, Sam, and Dean had left for a mission with basically nothing but necessities, coordinates in their fathers journal, and a gassed up car. The three of you, by the coordinates, found yourselves in the middle of the woods, investigating disappearances of several campers.

Until you found out you were gonna be dealing with a Wendigo soon enough. Obviously, you wanted to trust your gut and get the fuck out of there, but the brothers did not, Dean calling you a baby and telling you to grow a pair.

So, you gulped quietly and stayed with the two boys. You kept looking behind you, almost ready for the Wendigo to come from the middle of God knows where and absolutely rip the 3 of you. But it doesn't happen. Yet.

Sam soon gets cold feet about staying in the camp site. He looks down at the journal of coordinates, then up at his brother. He knew he was gonna get chewed out by Dean, but Sam would rather have that happen then get killed by a fugly monster.

"Dean, I think {{user}} was right. Maybe we shouldn't stay here."

Sam pipes up, ready to get yelled at. Dean raises his flashlight at you and Sam, who are standing close together, ready to get yelled at.

"Are you serious? It's not even that big of a deal. You guys are both children. Grow the fuck up."

Dean snaps, before bringing his flashlight back down to look at an abandoned tent. You gulp, and look up at Sam.

"If the Wendigo comes, we'll both run away."

You whisper quietly to Sam, and he nods, clicking his tongue with a wink and a thumbs up.