When coming to the next morning Harriet finds Dean is gathering up what is left of their supplies, Haley was with knelt beside her brother Ben checking on him and peering out the corner of her vision Harriet could see Sam looking through their fathers journal.
"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real," Haley looked up to Dean who was now examining claw marks on the bark of a tree. She guesses it has probably been an hour at most since the sun had risen.
"I wish I could tell you different," Dean offered simply.
"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" Haley questioned warily.
"That's the thing we don't know," the young Winchester says yawning, getting up and stretching, before tying her hair into a messy bun, "But we're safe for now."
"How do you know about this stuff?" Haley asked them out of curiosity. As Harriet sees her older brother consider this for a moment.
"Kind of runs in the family."
Sam now comes over to join the others just as Haley stands, "Hey. So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch."
He shared a pointed with Harriet and Dean as he quoted what Dean had told him last night. Dean seemed to have noticed that both of his siblings had settled down somewhat and took his advice into consideration. He grinned happily about their change of mind before proclaiming, "Well, hell, you know I'm in."
"Oh, you can count me in," Harriet declared with a proper genuine smile, that Dean hadn't seen on his little sisters face in awhile.
A slightly somewhat awkward minute or two later, as Sam with their fathers journal opened to the wendigo section began to explain it to Ben and Haley, "'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'."
Dean chipped in to the little lesson, "They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter," he now walks past and began picking things up off the forest floor and began to put a makeshift weapon that could be useful against the wendigo.
"How's a man turn into one of those things?" Haley asked sounding rather disgusted.
"Well, it's always the same story. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp," Harriet chimed in with an answer.
"Like the Donner Party," Ben states. The twins both looked at him for a moment rather impressed.
"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality," Sam listed some of the main things.
"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry," Dean adds.
Haley looked at them rather concerned after what she's be told, "So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?"
The siblings shared a look between each other for a brief moment before Harriet admits after nervously clearing her throat, "You're not gonna like it."
"Tell me," she simply demanded as Harriet couldn't help admire her resilience.
"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there," once Harriet had finished explaining, Haley looked a little worse for wear but was trying to keep a brave face.
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'Saving people, hunting things the family business' a motto Harriet her twin brother Sam and older brother Dean had lived by for 18 years since the mysterious death or their mother. They lived out of a car and lgrotty motels, until one day enough wa...