Being held hostage by a wendigo was definitely something that wasn’t on your to do list.

You’re a teenager, just graduated from high school. You ended up running away from your family as they were abusive and didn’t treat you right. It was the best thing that had ever happened to you, until this happened.

You had been through a damn lot. Took and strung up like meat for the wendigo, beaten and bloody, you were so damn weak. The wendigo had come back quite a few times to feed off of you, and each time you were left feeling more and more drained and less blood.

After it had came back to feed another time, you gave up hope that anyone could save you from this place. This damn dark and cold cave. That was until, you heard two voices. Two men’s voices. Everything was a pretty big blur, but you were able to make out what they were saying, telling you that they were here to help and to save you.

Now, you had been living with them for a while. It started off as a temporary thing, one that Dean suggested, but both the boys knew that they couldn’t abandon you somewhere. Especially not Dean.

He treated you as if you were his younger sibling, just like Sam. He cared for you and gave you everything a teen would need. Food, shelter, family, friends… hell even entertainment with how occasionally cringy he was on purpose. It was hilarious.

This morning, he made you pancakes. He greeted you with a small smile as you walked in, chucking at your disheveled state

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.”

He teased.

God he was like the older brother you never had.