A/N: Alright my lovies. This is really just a test. Yes, it is self-insertion and self-shipping and I understand that very few people like that kind of story, so if you don't like it, that's okay. If you do, please let me know and tell me if I should continue posting it here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean or any other characters affiliated with Supernatural.

The camping trip was supposed to last a week; not three days. It was supposed to be fun, relaxing-not dangerous and deadly. The campsite wasn't close to civilization, but it wasn't so far that it would take a day's worth of hiking and two hours' worth of driving to get back, should the two young women need help. It would only have taken an hour of hiking and driving combined, yet they were secluded enough that they didn't need to worry about being too loud.

Unfortunately what is usually a blessing turned out to be the opposite that one particular week.

Andromeda had invited Danielle to spend the week at her place. The two had been friends since high school sophomore year. Danielle had accepted and they agreed to spend it by the lake half an hour out of town.

On the second night they had stayed up late, spending their time talking about what had happened over the summer after graduation. And about the two men Danielle had seen less than a week ago when she'd gone bowling, which had been so very pretty. The shorter man had had blond hair like Andromeda's, with candy apple green eyes and freckles splashed across his face.

The taller one however...

"Dude, he was so cute. Long brown hair, puppy eyes..." Danielle ended dreamily.

Andromeda laughed at her brunette friend. "Did you ask for this studs number?"

"No way." Danielle answered slightly shyly, "Oh but he was so dreamy..." Andromeda rolled her eyes and was about the change topics when she fell silent and her eyes widened.

There was the sound of ripping fabric behind Danielle. Through the hole in the side of the tent, Andromeda saw a deranged eye peering at them with an evil look. "What the fuck..."

Danielle glanced behind her as the creature tore the rest of the way through the tent and lunged at the two girls.

. . .

Danielle's blue eyes gradually opened. Her vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, a bright stream of light was coming through a small ventilation shaft on the far end of the place they were being held. Her arms were tied together above her head holding her up, she glanced around more at her surroundings and determined they were in a sort of abandoned mine shaft. In one corner were a few old bottles of what she decided must have been alcohol, but that was the extent of supplies in the vicinity. Danielle then glanced over at Andromeda who was in the same tied up predicament.

Upon closer inspection she noted deep scratches on her arm and Andromeda's, as well as blood and bruises covering her friends face. If the itchy feeling on her face was any indication, she assumed that her own face was just as bad.

"Hey. Are you awake?" Danielle whispered to her friend.

There was no reply from the blonde.

Danielle tried to loosen the ropes holding her up when she heard footsteps approaching. She held her breath, a chill running down her spine.

"Hey." It was a man's voice, rather deep sounding. "Sammy, in here. I found them." Danielle looked up in the direction of where the voice came from, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Whooooa…" she managed out in a sort of stunned awe.

The voice belonged to the tall blond she had randomly noticed earlier that week, and the light behind him seemed to give him a kind of halo.

There were more footsteps and another voice joined the first. "Oh good, they're still alive." A taller brunet man stepped into view, close enough for Danielle to recognize him.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Danielle's eyes widened more as she realized the brunette had been the very attractive 'stud muffin' (as Andromeda had phrased it) she had seen also earlier that week.

"Uh, Hi." Sam said slightly awkwardly, shifting under the intensity of Danielle's gaze.

Danielle realized what she was doing and gave a nervous laughing sigh and sank a little into herself, averting her gaze.

"If you don't stop acting all twitterpatted I'm gonna stab you," Andromeda grumbled, startling Danielle and making her blush.

"You were awake? Why didn't you answer me-"

"Are you two okay?" Danielle stopped her question, the blond man had walked over and reached above Andromeda's head to start sawing at the ropes holding her there.

"Do we look okay?" Andromeda retorted with a grimace. She eyed the blond man with a scrutinizing gaze. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam," the taller brunette replied, having walked up in front of Danielle to cut the roped tying her up. "This is my brother Dean." He nodded his head towards the blond man.

"Yeah, enough with the introductions." Dean replied somewhat irritably. "What are you two doing out here? Haven't you heard about the we-..er..bear attacks?" Dean finished cutting Andromeda down, putting a hand on her shoulder stabilizing her. Sam got Danielle's ropes cut, slightly catching her as she sort of fell into him.

"We've heard about them. That's why we had bear spray with us." Danielle got herself steady and pulled away from Sam's chest, which she couldn't help but notice was very finely chiseled.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't exactly help defend against wendigos," Andromeda said, trying to untie the rest of the ropes, and casually taking in her surrounds, noticing the alcohol bottles in the corner.

Dean and Sam stared at the girls, and then shared a glance.

"What?" Danielle asked.

"Nothing it's just-"

An unearthly screech interrupted Dean and suddenly Sam was thrown across the room into the rock wall, where he slumped to the ground dizzily. Danielle squeaked, threw the remanding ropes from her wrists onto the floor and stumbled to Sam's side.

"Sammy!" Dean glanced quickly at his brother before pulling out a gun and aimed it at the monster.

There was another screech and Dean was pushed to the wall as well, gun flying out of his hand. Andromeda looked away from the ropes she was furiously loosening, and seeing that both men were out of commission, went back to trying to get her hands free. The wendigo continued screaming, throwing Dean around the cave.

"Andromeda," Danielle glanced up away from Sam to shout at her friend, "the alcohol!"

Andromeda nodded, instantly realizing what Danielle had in mind. Forgetting the ropes still tied to her writes, she lunged across the floor to grab one of the bottles of alcohol. She threw the liquor at the monster, glass shattering, dousing the creature in liquid. It slowly turned its gaze on her, forgetting the banged up Dean laying at its feet and screeched.

Danielle hastily picked up the lighter that had fallen out of Sam's pocket and after lighting it, threw it at the enraged monster. With a scream of rage, the wendigo was engulfed in flames. The stench permeated every corner of the small room until, with a large burst of light, it became nothing but a pile of ash.

Dean stood up cautiously, blood streaming from his nose and the corner of his mouth. Sam shook his head, wincing as it began to throb, and stood up with Danielle's help.

"Ah!" Danielle fell into Sam, nerved calming down causing her banged up fatigue to wash over her, hanging onto him this time.

Sam held her up, wrapping her arm around his neck and holding her up by the waist. Andromeda had collapsed onto the floor looking exhausted and beaten up. "Well that's enough exercise for the day." She stated. Dean helped her stand up and copying Sam, put her arm around his shoulders.

"Let's go. We're going to need to stitch them up." Sam said.

Dean nodded and slipped his other arm around Andromeda's waist before they helped the girls stumble out of the mine. Danielle and Andromeda winced from the light, having been in a dark cave for however long, they didn't know.

"Wait here." Dean disappeared back into the mines for a few minutes and returned with two bottles of alcohol. "You're going to need these. When we get you back to your camp you'll want to be comfortable."

It only took them twenty minutes to get to the girls' camp, and along the way the hunters learned the girls names, how they were only eighteen years old compared to Sam's twenty two and Dean's twenty six, and how they'd just graduated high school and could have practically been sisters for only having known each other for three years.

Sam gently set Danielle on one of the fairly torn up camping chairs and elevated her ankle on a rock next to the cold fire pit. Dean helped Andromeda sit in the second chair and started to rummage through the duffle that they had apparently left at the camp, looking for the needle and thread they used for stitching themselves up. Sam searched the girl's cooler for bottles of water and started to cut off one of Danielle's sleeves.

"Shouldn't we go to hospital or something?" Danielle asked.

"We better stitch you up before we drive you into town and into the ER." Dean replied. "So you're not bleeding all over the car on the way down."

"What, are you like doctors or something?" Andromeda took the offered bottle of alcohol from Dean and drank some.

"No, we uh… we're hunters," Sam explained.

Danielle raised her eyebrows at them, questioning. Sam glanced at Dean who in turn just shrugged and gave a slight eye roll.

"We hunt monsters and ghosts. Sometimes it gets dangerous and because we like to stay off the radar we have to stitch ourselves up." Sam replied.

"Oh." Danielle said simply.

"Well then," Andromeda said, raising her bottle, "cheers. And thanks for saving us." She took another drink as Dean started to clean her arm off where the wendigo had cut her.

Sam picked up the second bottle and offered it to Danielle.

"Oh I don't drink." Danielle shook her head.

"It'll help." Sam nodded in Andromeda's direction, who was now smiling gleefully totally oblivious to her earlier pain.

"I don't really like alcohol…" Danielle eyed the bottle, then Andromeda who looked at her, edging her on with her gaze.

Sam gave her a look with worried brows and pleading eyes. "I promise it'll help. We don't have any sedatives or painkillers that will do much good. It's better to just have this to calm you down."

Danielle sighed and again looked to Andromeda who only shrugged and took another drink as Dean started to stitch.

"He's right y'know. It helps a lot." Dean glanced up at her for a moment and went back to work on Andromeda's arm.

With another sigh, Danielle took the bottle from Sam and took a small sip. "Ugh. That is so nasty." She grimaced and cleared her throat against the burn. She looked at Andromeda again. "Not a word of this to anyone. Especially my parents."

Andromeda nodded again and crossed her heart with her fingers. "Not a word."

After a minute of silence, Andromeda took another drink of the alcohol and winced. "Although I do have to agree with Dani, this stuff is nasty."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad," Dean said, carefully pulling the stitching thread through the blondes arm.

"It's pretty nasty."

"Bull." Dean paused and took the aged bottle.

"Hey be my guest but don't say I didn't warn you." Andromeda gave him an incredulous look.

He only rolled his eyes and took a rather large swallow and then raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him as if to say, 'see, it's not bad at all'. Immediately after his face twisted into a grimace of disgust and he stared at the bottle. "Ugh, that was gross."

"I told you," Andromeda smirked, taking the bottle back and shifting uncomfortably.

"Alcohol is never bad!" Dean retorted.

"Oh please there's plenty of nasty alcohol out there." Andromeda snorted.

"How would you know?"

"Like you never drank under-aged." Andromeda narrowed her eyes at him.

Dean blustered, "No, I-"

"Dean," Sam looked up briefly from his concentrated work on Danielle's arm and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Don't lie."

Grumbling, the older brother went back to stitching.

"And I think that's a point for me." Andromeda gave a self satisfied smile.

Dean clenched his jaw and ignored the jibe.

There was another minute of silence.

Sam started to tie the stitches on Danielle's arm. "You two mentioned the wendigo earlier. How do you know about them," he asked.

"You obviously aren't hunters," Dean chimed, "unless you are in which case you're doing a crap job of it letting it get a hold of you."

"Well aren't you just the nicest dick ever."

"Annie," Danielle warned, using Andromeda's nickname, "don't start anything."

Andromeda just shrugged and let Danielle explain.

"We're both very interested in everything supernatural. We both study cultural history and beliefs, old folklore." She stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath and scrunching her face up. Sam noticed her hands were clenched tightly into fists and she had set the bottle of alcohol down. "We've both read about them before and happened to figure out what that thing was when it came back to the cave. That's how we knew how to kill it too."

Sam gently tied a bandage around her arm and then shifted to check her ankle that she had twisted back in the cave. "Well, I'd suggest you don't further that interest by purposefully searching out any monsters like that. There are a lot of dangerous things lurking out there in the world, more dangerous than a wendigo."

"Noted," Andromeda said and Danielle nodded her agreement.

Dean wrapped another bandage around Andromeda's arm and stood up to start gathering the remainder of the girls things, helping pack their tent-or what was left of it-and the rest of the food and other supplies in their small bags. They then escorted them back to their car, Sam still helping Danielle because of her ankle, and Dean and Andromeda continuing to have petty arguments. When the hunters were certain that the two girls were good to go home, they started packing their car as well.

"Um," Danielle started hesitantly, "Will we see you guys again?"

The boys glanced at each other.

"Maybe if we're ever in Colorado." Sam replied simply.

"Unlikely though. We go where ever the wind takes us, and there are a lot of things out there that need ganking. So unless you two are the ones getting captured again…" Dean shrugged.

The taller girl nodded and gently held her arm, her face a bit redder than normal.

"Well then, if this is the only time we'll ever see you, have fun, don't die, and don't kill anyone."

Dean gave Andromeda a pained look and she only gave him a cheeky grin. The girls watched on as the boys packed up their trunk.

"Thanks for saving us, by the way." Danielle said quietly.

"No problem. It's what we do."

"Bye." Danielle directed her farewell mostly at Sam, trying to hide her blush. He smiled at her, but she and Andromeda saw that it was only out of politeness and he wasn't paying too much attention. She watched him get into the car, and then as Dean shut the driver door and started his black Chevy Impala. He gave a small wave from the window, Sam glaring out the other side of the car, and drove out of the dirt parking lot. The taller girl sighed as she watched the car until it was out of sight. "I think I found my prince-tall and dark, riding a shiny black stallion."

Andromeda watched her friend for a minute while she fantasized. "You know we'll probably never see them again," she stated as she walked around the car to the passenger side door.

"Shut up. Don't burst my bubble."

"Alright Juliet, let's just get back to the house."

Danielle rolled her eyes and slid into the driver seat of her own beat up Subaru and drove in the opposite direction of the two hunters.

. . .

The ride in the Impala was silent for about half an hour.

"Do you think they'll be alright?"

"They'll be fine." There was no emotion in Sam's voice, and his gaze was still focused out the window.

Dean looked over at his younger brother. "So that Danielle girl. She was kind of cute."

"Mm."

"She obviously thought you were."

"Mm."

"She looked kind of familiar…"

"She was at the bowling alley we were at a few days ago."

"Huh." Dean was silent for a few minutes. "That Andromeda was cute too."

"Is there a point to this Dean?" Sam snapped, turning his glare to his older brother.

"I'm just trying to make conversation."

"Conversation about the last two victims. We don't talk about the people we help after we've left Dean. What's so special about these two that we suddenly have to talk about them?"

"Nothing man. I'm just trying to cheer you up." Dean said slightly defensively.

"I'm fine, Dean."

"Okay." The older hunter turned back to the road.

"It's just, these two, they're fascinated by the things that go bump in the night. This isn't the life that people should want to follow and get into Dean." Sam said emotionally.

"And they said they wouldn't." Dean shrugged. "Doesn't matter anyway. It's not like we'll see them again. We don't see anyone we save again." He turned on the radio and the sound of Black Sabbath filled the car, effectively ending the conversation and the two hunters began thinking about the next hunt, wherever it was.