Supernatural: Reincarnated into the Hunt

The Wendigo's screams echoed through the forest as it ran, filled with pain and anger. The blue flames stuck to its body like they were alive, refusing to go out no matter how hard it tried. It slammed against trees and thrashed around, but the fire burned on, growing stronger every second. James could feel the flames, like they were a part of him. He knew they wouldn't die unless he wanted them to—or unless he ran out of energy.

James wiped the blood from his eye, his voice shaky but firm. "That fire won't go out unless I let it," he said, his breath still uneven. "Or if my energy runs out. The Wendigo is hurt now. We need to finish it before it recovers."

Dean had already started checking his weapons and nodded at James's words. Then he turned to Haley and her younger brother, his face serious. "You two stay here with James. He's too tired to move, and if we take you with us, you'll just get in the way."

Haley's eyes widened in anger. "What? You're just going to leave us here? That thing might come back, or worse, it might kill my brother!

Dean stepped closer to her, his tone sharp. "Listen, Haley. Right now, you're a liability. If you come with us, you'll slow us down. You'll get yourself killed, and you'll put us in danger too. Do you think that's going to help your brother? Do you?"

Haley opened her mouth to argue, but Dean didn't let her. His voice got louder, and his words hit hard. "No, it won't. So sit tight, stay out of the way, and let us handle this. We'll bring your brother back if he's still alive."

Haley froze, her anger turning into frustration, but she didn't say anything else. Her brother looked just as scared but stayed close to her, his eyes darting between Dean and James.

Dean turned back to Sam and Ash. "Let's go. We don't have much time before it tries to heal or gets away."

Sam gave a quick nod, checking the shotgun he carried, while Ash adjusted his bag pack and followed them. James watched them leave, feeling a bit frustrated. He hated staying behind, but he knew Dean was right. He couldn't move right now, not without collapsing.

As Dean, Sam, and Ash disappeared into the dark forest, James looked at Haley and her brother. He didn't say anything, just leaned back against a tree, trying to focus on recovering his energy. The connection to the flames still burned in his mind, draining him slowly but steadily.

Haley glared at him, her voice cold. "You're okay with this? With leaving my brother out there while we just sit here?"

James met her gaze, his face calm but firm. "No one's leaving him. They're making sure no one else dies while they get him back."

Haley shook her head, her frustration clear, but she didn't respond. Instead, she sat down next to her brother, holding him close as they waited in silence. James closed his eyes, focusing on the flames and hoping the others would get back before it was too late.

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The forest was a labyrinth of towering trees and shifting shadows, each step crunching against fallen leaves and broken twigs. The Wendigo's wails echoed through the woods, guiding the hunters deeper into the wilderness. The faint glow of blue flames on the creature's body flickered in the distance, a haunting beacon.

Sam slowed just enough to glance at Ash. "That thing's wounded. If we play this right, we can take it down—but we've gotta box it in first."

Ash nodded, gripping his weapon tightly. "It's a tough son of a bitch, even burned. But whatever James hit it with... it's not healing like it should."

Dean jogged ahead, his boots crunching the underbrush. "Good. That means it's our lucky night for once. Let's not waste it." He adjusted his shotgun, his jaw tight. "We end this now."

Sam scanned the area, his hunter instincts in overdrive. "Alright, here's the plan: Ash, swing around to the left, cut off its escape. Dean, stick with me. We'll herd it toward him, and once it's trapped, we light it up."

Dean smirked. "Herding a flaming monster like cattle. Sounds like my kinda Friday night."

Ash muttered, "You all have weird Fridays," before peeling off toward the left.

Sam and Dean pressed forward, their footsteps deliberate and quiet. The Wendigo's cries were louder now, tinged with desperation. They followed the trail of claw marks and scorched foliage, closing in on their prey.

The Wendigo stumbled into view, its gaunt frame illuminated by the flickering blue flames. It dragged one leg uselessly behind it, the fire still eating away at its flesh. It scraped its arms against a tree trunk, trying to smother the flames, but the fire clung stubbornly, feeding on its agony.

Dean whispered to Sam, "That fire's got some bite. Remind me to buy James a beer when this is over."

Sam gave a grim nod. "It's not just burning it. It's draining it. We've got a shot here, but we've gotta make it count."

Dean grinned, his voice low but cocky. "Counting's for losers. Let's just kill the damn thing."

Up ahead, Ash crouched low behind a tree trunk, his knuckles white around the handle of his machete. The Wendigo's wails grew louder as it staggered closer, dragging its burning leg. Ash steadied his breathing, waiting for the right moment.

When the creature lurched into view, Ash didn't hesitate. "Hey, ugly!" he yelled, charging forward. The machete gleamed in the faint light before sinking deep into the Wendigo's shoulder. The creature screamed, its attention snapping to Ash.

"Come on!" Ash taunted, dodging its claws. "That all you got, you overgrown batshit scarecrow?"

Dean raised his shotgun and fired, the blast slamming into the Wendigo's chest and knocking it back. Sam followed up with a shot from his pistol, aiming for the head.

The Wendigo shrieked, staggering under the assault. The flames flared brighter, as though feeding on its pain. Meanwhile Sam did his best to drown it with as much gasoline as possible.

Ash lunged, his machete slicing through the creature's arm.

Finally, Sam raised a flare gun, taking careful aim. "Clear out!" he barked.

Dean and Ash dove aside as Sam threw the lighter at the creature. The creature let out one last, bone-rattling scream before collapsing, the flames consuming it entirely.

The three men stood over the charred remains, catching their breath. Dean broke the silence with a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned. That was one hell of a fireworks show."

Ash wiped his brow, smirking. "You're telling me. Thought I was toast there for a second."

Sam crouched, inspecting the smoldering remains. "James's fire did most of the work. Without it, this would've been a whole lot messier."

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