Ellie ran a hand through her hair as she listened to the man on the other end of the line. To protect his identity, his voice was distorted - not that Ellie cared, all she focused on was the instructions he provided: they had three days to eliminate the Wendigo with very little casualties. As the line silenced after a meaningless good luck, Ellie hung up the phone and looked to Taryn, a lifelong friend and a fellow hunter, accepted into the most sophisticated school of hunters that America had to offer. “Game plan sounds good,” Ellie nodded, slipping her phone into the pocket of her jeans. “We can grab some food, too. It’s been a long day.” Scrubbing a hand over her face, Ellie adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “C’mon.”
Dean listened to his brother carefully, nodding along to his words. “I hear you, Sam,” he reassured, overstepping the threshold to the bedroom they’d booked for as long as they needed to complete the job and get rid of, what appeared to be, a Wendigo. The disappearances had been fast and repetitive, always the same old story. The victim would disappear without a trace. Dean almost felt happy for the people who were blissfully unaware of the existence of Wendigo – the fastest hunters of the catalogue of supernatural creatures, they weren’t stupid, and their plans to feed were well thought out and elaborate, considering – but god dammit, why couldn’t they just eat rabbit meat? Setting his bag down on the bed, Dean listened to Sam and he couldn’t help the smirk. “Damn right, I need food. Was a long drive here, Sammy. You’re welcome to join me.”
February 21st, 2019 at 12:05pm