Supernatural: The Huntsman.

Back at the trail Sam and Dean were talking about Alexander again.

"Dean, you saw him laughing, didn't you? Why would he be laughing? Maybe he has something to do with this." Sam suggested.

"Yeah, maybe. But until we know for sure all we can do is keep an eye on him." Dean explained before crouching down to get a better look at the trail.

"Here, look at the trail. It goes all the way there then just stops." Dean directed. "It's... weird."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Is there anything else?"

"No. Just that. No other tracks." Dean looked around.

He grunted back to his feet. "Alright, let's head back."

At the camp, Alexander walked beside the still dreading Hailey as she stared at the wreckage, imagining the worst.

"They may still be alive," Alexander said, perhaps to comfort the grieving Hailey or maybe just to inform her.

Though it mattered little because his words, although heard by the girl were ignored. What use was hope built on baseless assumptions? She was steeling herself to take care of her little brother. She had no time for words of comfort.

Seemingly knowing what she was thinking Alexander continued. " There are no bodies in the surrounding area. And the blood found is not enough to suggest any of them bled to death."

Offering the little bit of information that would comfort the girl.

Hearing his analysis Hailey turned to look at Alexander with hopeful eyes asking one question. Are you sure?

Alexander nodded his head in a soft yet confident manner.

Overcome by joy and relief she could not hold back as she flung herself into Alexander's arms hugging him tightly. Alexander responded with gentle pats on her back.

Realizing where they were, Hailey immediately pulled herself away from Alexander out of embarrassment. She looked to find Ben and Roy staring at her, Ben in confusion but Roy with a knowing smile. She couldn't help but bow her head shyly.

A few minutes later, Sam and Dean returned to the group after their investigation.

The group gathered to discuss what to do next. But before the discussion could even start.

"HELP!" A terror-filled screech begged in the distance. Alerting all.

They immediately stopped what they were doing. Everyone looked at the area emanated from, one thought filled their mind.

'Perhaps it's one of the survivors.'

"HELP!" They screeched again.

The group dropped everything and hastily took off towards the cry for help. Alexander grabbed and pulled Ben along in case he decided it would be better to stay and also to prevent him from getting lost during the chase.

"HELP me!" Cried the voice again.

The group run through the forest weaving through the trees and hurriedly navigating the tricky deformed terrain toward the source of the cries.

While running Alexander felt as though he heard something big and heavy rush past above them, shaking and rustling the treetops as it moved.

But given the situation, he placed it on his back burner and continued towards the sound with Ben in tow.

Sam and Dean were first to reach the location of the sound, followed by Roy and the rest of the group.

They surveyed the area looking for the person in distress. Roy readied his hunting rifle looking for any sign of danger.

Hailey frantically looked around desperately hoping to find someone or even something.

Alexander and Ben were at the back of the group. He pulled Ben in closer for his safety, while his eyes flickered around for survivors.

He found nothing. His brows squished in confusion.

"Wait. Something is not right." Sam stated.

Alexander caught a faint, familiar stench in the air.

"Let's head back." Sam cried urgently before taking off and running back to the camping site.

Another race began, back to the site. Everyone chased after him, once again sidestepping and weaving through the trees navigating the heavily uneven terrain.

They finally arrived back at the campsite with the less fit and experienced of the group tried and exhausted, panting and gasping for air. But before they could even take a break to catch their breath. They looked around only to find that all their bags and camping gear were gone. They had been stolen while they were away.

"We were tricked." Sam surmised.

"A couple of local pranksters." Roy huffed believing it to be the work of local misguided youths.

Sam called to Dean and excused themselves from the tired group. Walking away from the group and into the forest out of the group's sights.

"What's it, Sam?" Dean enquired.

"Do you still have Dad's journal?" Sam asked, to the point.

"Yeah," Dean answered taking out the journal.

Sam hasty grabbed it and began flipping through its pages to the one he was looking for.

Before pointing it out and showing it to Dean.

"An amazing hunter, fast, strong, and capable of mimicking human calls," Sam explained.

Taking a better look at the page. "A wendigo? That's impossible, they are not found on this side of the country."

"Well they are now." Sam retorted.

Taking out his gun, the desert eagle, and gesturing to it, Dean criticized. "Well this is useless."

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