“Right,” Sam agreed. “Back to the morgue?”
He waited for Jody to start back before following behind her. He was still trying to figure out what he could say to Claire. But Jody was right. Flesh eating monster picking off townspeople and hikers first. Traumatized teenager second. Sometimes he wondered how this was his life. Usually that was followed in short order by wishing he hadn’t. Claire could probably relate.
As soon as they came back through the door, Dean looked up from the corpse he had been examining. “There you guys are. Well, this is definitely a wendigo. Which means we need to find it and kill it before it starts trying to rebuild it’s food cache. Problem is, now that we’ve stolen it’s pantry, it’ll have moved. Which means finding it.”
Which Sam knew meant hiking through the frozen woods looking for signs of something that would gladly eat them. Basically a normal day at the office for them.
“Sometimes I feel like I should be concerned that I would prefer chasing after monsters than go home to two warring teenagers.” Jody cared for, even loved, both of the girls. But she wasn’t their mother, and she didn’t have the kind of history to truly be their mother. So all she could do was make sure they were loved and try to keep them out of trouble. Which wasn’t going too well with Claire. And it was obvious she cared deeply for both of the girls, but they were exhausting at times.
Still, there was work to do and she was damned if she was going to let the boys handle it by themselves. She needed to educate herself and whatever this was terrorizing her area. And this thought was at the front of her mind as she and Sam entered the morgue.
“So we know what it is, and we know how to kill it. We just need to find it, in the acres of heavily wooded forest during spring thaw.” At least she knew the area well, and could navigate most of the forest. “Any special ways of tracking it or just the usual methods?”
Sam just laughed at the comment. “Honestly, if I were in your place, I’d rather deal with a wendigo than warring teenagers. At least wendigos are consistent. And all they do is try to eat you.”
It was true enough. Monsters, as a general rule, were consistent. In both their behavior and their motives. Some of the smarter ones - witches, werewolves, vampires, for example - might be a little trickier, but they still operated with the same motives. And wendigos were extremely simple. They were clever, sure, but their behavior was so consistent they may as well not try.
“Look for claw marks on trees, any unusual tracks, anywhere that might make a good hiding place,” Sam instructed. “We’re going to be looking for somewhere dark.”
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