Disclaim: I do not own Supernatural or its characters and I do not own anything of Wrong Turn either.

A/N: The story will be set after ELAC (Everybody loves a Clown) for the impala’s sake. (Anyone seen Wrong Turn, you’ll know that the mountain men steal your car in the movie)

Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story rating may change to M for the horror theme, violence and course language but will stay the rating of T for now.

Chapter 1 Mountain Men

Greenbrier Backcountry West Virginia
Mountain Bear Road

A young couple were driving out along Bear Mountain Road in their black jeep. A brunette woman wearing a navy tank top and black bike shorts sitting in the passenger seat and a young redhead man in turquoise button up shirt and army board shorts was at the wheel.
“Are you sure its safe out here Wesley? I heard there’s mountain men out here and lot of missing people come out here?” asked the woman staring at him.
“We’ll be fine out here Lisa, don’t worry. There are no mountain men out here. Its what people make up because of all of the missing people that come out here,” answered Wesley.
“Then how do explain all the missing people?” inquired Lisa,
“I don’t know,”
“How do you know that we wont go missing either?”
“We wont; we’ve got everything we need. I even brought a rifle just in case anything happens,” reasoned Wesley.
All of a sudden the jeep was hit from behind by another vehicle.
“What was that?” cried out Lisa, craning her neck and spotted a dirty yellow truck tailing them.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this bastard,” Wesley stepped on the accelerator but it didn’t stop anything. The truck once more hit the jeep harder than before sending the couple to the dashboard. The truck hit the jeep once more knocking out the couple and the jeep swerved into a tree. The truck had stopped as well and out stepped three dirty mountain men. One with one eye poked out clothed in a maroon shirt tucked in his track pants and dark brown greasy hair, another one had three fingers and was scrawny with only brown khakis on and the last had a saw tooth with a pale shirt on and pants.
Three fingers gave out a high pitch laugh and the others snorted. Removing his rapier three fingers opened the car door and dragged out the man. Grinning coldly he raised his rapier and brought it down repeatedly on his victim splattering the blood everywhere.

A week later

Dean and Sam sat in another dusty dull van driving towards West Virginia woods. Dean was clad in a blue and white plaid shirt with biker boots and jeans. Sam had put on a black short-sleeved top along with his signature ripped jeans.
“This van is even worse than the other one we had,” complained Dean,
“You should be more thankful, we were lucky Bobby let us borrow this van after we left the other one on the road,” rationalized Sam.
“I can’t wait til my baby’s up and running,”
“Well its almost ready but took a bit longer since its new additional, err, markings,” stated Sam,
“So, give me the low down again?” asked Dean.
“Lisa and Wesley Simmons were reported missing. Their last visit was in Greenbrier Backcountry West Virginia. They’re not the only ones missing,” informed Sam,
“There’s been more?”
“A lot more, emphasis on the lot,” answered Sam scanning all the papers in his hands.
“How long?” asked Dean,
“For centuries, don’t know when it started but a lot of people have ended up missing,” replied Sam.
“What does the cops think?”
“Well, every time a cop goes in the woods of Greenbrier Backcountry. They don’t come out,” answers Sam skipping through the papers.
“So, have any theories college boy?”
“Yeah, I do. Mountain Men,” Sam places back some of the documents and read through once more the ones in his hands.
“Mountain Men?”
“Yes, it fits perfectly with all the disappearances,” argues Sam,
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sammy. I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. Anyway, tell me about, this, err, mountain men?” asks Dean glancing at Sam.
“Well, they’re mutilated humans basically and immortal,” started Sam,
“Oh, we’re dealing with mutants,” remarked Dean as kept his eyes on the road.
“Yeah, mountain men have inscrutable language so there’s no way we can possibly understand what they are saying and they wont understand us much either,” continued Sam,
“Perfect, any more info on them?” asked Dean glancing at Sam.
“Uh, let see. They just really hungry and they chop, maim, anything like that to their victims and feed on it,”
“Nice,”
“*Chuckles* yeah, that’s all I got so far,” finished Sam chucking the documents on the dashboard.
“So basically you’re telling me we’re dealing with cannibal mutant mountain men who hunts humans and are immortal,” verified Dean.
“Bingo,”
“You sure this our kind of gig?” asked Dean glancing at Sam,
“Well, they’re immortal, they’re evil who hunt humans. It’s our case, plus we have nothing better to do. You’ve been under the hood of the impala too long so I thought maybe we should go on a hunt,” told Sam
“All right, I guess its no harm checking this out,” Dean stared at the road and glanced back at Sam
“Do you know how to kill them,” added Dean,
“No but I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” said Sam, Dean rolled his eyes.
“Perfect,” grumbled Dean.

Mountain Bear Road

“I can’t believe you forgot to charge up our phones Dean, how the hell are going to call for help if our phones almost flat,” shouted Sam banging the dashboard with his fist.
“Look, Sammy. I’m sorry okay. I’m human,” apologized Dean as he accelerated. Sam shook his head in disbelief as he kept staring out the window. The van jumped up and down along the dirty bumpy road.
“Ow,” cried in pain Sam as he just bumped his head on the ceiling of the van. He rubbed his bump on his head; Dean cracked out laughing but soon received a death glare from Sam.
“Jerk,”
“B****,”
“Slut,”
“Hey, I’m offended,” Heart put his hand on his chest while making a disappointed expression.
“And do I care,” remarked Sam crossing his arms. Dean lower lip pushed out as he kept going. Bang!
“What the f***?” shouted Dean but soon her lost control of the wheel and the van turned off the road and into the trees soon to be crashed. Dean was pushed forward to the dashboard with a cut on his forehead and Sam had smashed into the window with his arm that was now covered in cuts and bits of pieces of small glass jabbed in.
“Sammy,” cried Dean as he slowly sat back up.
“I’m fine,” mumbled back Sam as he took his arm off the windowsill. He raised his arm and took a closer look.
“My arm’s all right, not too much damaged,” Said Sam,
“Well, ain’t this fucking perfect,” whined Dean as he swung the car door open and slammed it to the trunk of the tree.
“Hey, Dean. Calm down,” eased Sam also stepping out of the van.
Dean scanned the road and immediately noticed the barber wire sitting on the road,
“Who leave barber wire sitting on the road,” complained Dean glancing back at Sam who disappeared somewhere along the trees.
“Sam,”
Soon Sam stepped out with more barber wire in his hand. He chucked by his side and sighed.
“I just found more of the barber wire tied to the tree,” explained Sam crossing his arms.
“Son of a B****, the mountain men,”
“Yeah, we better get this stuff off the road and keep walking along the road. Find some place to camp out, oh. And we better grab our stuff from the van,” advised Sam,
Dean sighed as he followed the tied up barber wire. This was going to be a long hunt.

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A/N: Okay, sorry for the lateness of the chapter. Blame it on the assignments, tests and studying to pass. And my new pc game The Sims 2.

Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story is based on the movie of Wrong Turn so the rating could be M for the horror theme, violence and course language but will stay the rating of T for now.

Chapter 2 Who are you?

Jessie clutched the barber wire in her hand and explained to Carly, Scott, Evan, Francis and Christian that someone had on purposely tied the wire to a tree and left it on the road. Once she had finished she noticed two dark figures coming closer and closer to them. Tossing the wire aside she walked up to the two figures and got a good look at them. One of them had brown eyes and shaggy brown hair with faint scars on his face. His right arm was bandaged up but cute though but not as hot as the other one with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She noticed he had more scars than the taller one and a small bandage on his forehead.
“Who are you two and what the hell happen to you?” asked Jessie.
“Hi, U.S Marshals. We’re here to try and find the missing people or find their bodies if they’re dead,” introduced the shorter man.
“Jessie, still what happened to you two?”
“Well that’s kind of you to care but we need to get you all out of the woods before you all disappear,” ordered Dean.
“We just got here. Our cars broken down and we’re not leaving because we’ve being planning this trip for a week and we would like to actually camp out here,” complained Francis.
“Look, we need to get you out before you go missing and die,” started Sam.
“Or the mountain men are goanna come and eat us,” laughed Francis. Dean and Sam exchanged looks at each other.
“Come on Sam, looks like these people want to die out here. We’ll go find the physco serial killers,”
Dean walks off with Sam following further into the woods. They heard shouts and complaints from the group. Soon they heard footsteps behind them.
“Hey, Sam and you other, Marshal,” a voice, shouted belonging to Jessie. The boys turned around and faced her.
“Look, my friend is sorry. Look, can you drive your car over here. All of our cars are crashed and our mobiles are dead. So can you help us out?” asked Jessie. Dean stared into Jessie’s eyes. She raised her eyebrows as she waited for a response.
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” answered quickly before turning his glance to Sam scratching his head. He couldn’t take her puppy dog’s face look any more.
“Alright, we passed a gas station on the way here. I think there was a phone there,” suggested Sam eyeing Dean closely watching his behavior towards Jessie.
“Christian already tried it. Doesn’t work, what about your police vehicle, your radio, your phones?”
“Phones, dead. Radio, cracked out. Car, crashed,” informed Sam.
“Barber wire?” Jessie raised her eyebrows even higher this time.
“Yeah. It happened to you too hey,”
“Yeah,”
“Great,” remarked Dean.
“Hey, I think we saw some smoke down the road. Should we check it out?” raised Jessie.
“Alright, all of you stay close to us and we’ll try to find some way to get you all out of here,” agreed Sam. Jessie nodded and walked back to the group.
“Dude, that’s one hot chick. Wanna make a bet who can score her first?” betted Dean taking his wallet from his leather jacket pocket.
“Get your head out of the gutter Dean. We’re on a job, no time for hook ups,” scowled Sam.
“Because we’re on a job doesn’t mean we don’t get to be dirty. You can score that red headed chick and I’ll try Jessie,” reasoned Dean cocking an eyebrow before retreating back to the group.
“God, one of these days Dean is goanna end up cursed by a vengeance demon, if they exist,” muttered Sam before following Dean.

Road

Dean, Sam, Jessie, Christian, Carly, Scott, Evan and Francis we walking down in pairs trying to find some something to help them to get out of the woods. Carly and Scott was in front talking about something that Dean and Sam didn’t know, Evan and Christian was getting to know each other, Francis and Jessie was also chatting god knows what and Sam and Dean was last trying to figure out how to kill the mountain men as well trying to keep the whole group safe. But Dean’s eyes turned more attention to Jessie.
“Dude, stop checking her out. Can we get back on the subject?” groaned Sam shaking his head.
“Come on, all work and no play makes a guy extremely horny. It wont hurt too much to flirt,” smirked Dean.
“All of the girls except Jessie are taken Dean,”
“So,”
Sam let out a huge gush of breathe and stared at Dean.
“What?”
“You’re a slut,”
“Sammy, I’m hurt. That’s really mean, that’s the second time you called me that,” complained Dean placing his hand on his heart.
“It’s the truth though,” smiled Sam as he walked off.
Dean scrunched up his face.
“It’s the truth though,” he quietly mimicked.
“Hey,” called out Evan as he pointed into the woods. Sam and Dean walked closer as the gazed at what Evan was pointing at. There was a small fire lit upon a few logs and a grey thin smoke was rising up in the air towards the sky.
“Hello, anyone there,” shouted Scott,
“Hello,” joined in Evan and Christian.
“Lets go, there’s obviously no one there,” instructed Sam.
“Yeah but someone had to started it,” said Jessie.
“Come on,” said Carly as she turned around. Jessie was about to start walking when she noticed something. Evan and Francis had disappeared.
“Hey what happened to Francis and Evan?” asked Jessie. Just then a scream pierced the air and soon the whole gang were out running towards the scream shouting out Francis and Evan. Sam and Dean had now gotten their pistols out just incase. After 10 minutes the all stopped and was leaning on their knees panting.
“Francis,” cried Carly and Jessie.
“We’ll get them back,” said Dean between pants.
“God I hope so,” sobbed Jessie.
“Okay, if you see something unusual tell us all. It can save you from being killed son of bitches,” barked Dean. Everyone nodded in response.



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Sorry guys for not updating, I'm trying to get it done but mid term of school and of course you know how close we're getting to finale and stuff and real good eps.

Sorry, update later
Victoria

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Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story is based on the movie of Wrong Turn so the rating could be M for the horror theme, violence and course language.

Chapter 3 Cabin

Dean, Sam, Jesse, Christian, Carly and Scott walked along the dirt road as Dean and Sam followed them behind. Jessie glanced back at the brothers before whispering something to them.
“They seem a little young to be U.S Marshals? Should we really trust them, I mean, Francis and Evan disappeared after they came by so maybe they’re the murders? We haven’t seen their badge yet and all they say what’s kept in their bags are few weapons and police equipment. It can’t be all just that?”
Christian quickly glanced back at the brothers before saying “Jesse does have a point. We hardly we know them and they can easily be faking,”
Dean glanced at Sam before hearing Sam whisper to him “They’re getting suspicious? Should we tell them?” Dean glared at him. “What, no. How are we’re supposed to tell them we’re demon hunters who are here to hunt down mountain men. To them, it’ll sound stupid and crazy so all we can say we’re U.S Marshals tracking down countryside murders,”
“So, we’re supposed to keep them in the dark? For how long?” poses Sam keeping an eye on the group.
“I don’t know. Look, first thing’s first. We try our best to protect them and make sure all of them get out of these damn woods alive,” said Dean in a low voice. Both brothers gazed back at the group as they saw each one turn around.
“Is there a problem?” asks Dean.
“It’s getting dark should we just rest somewhere? Find a cabin or something?” asks Scott pointing around that the sky was very dim and soon be dark.
“But how are we supposed to stay alive in the woods for now? We don’t have anything to eat?” whines Carly leaning back on Scott.
”Well let’s just keep going for now, okay,”
They all kept going before reaching a small cabin. The wood of the cabin was dirty and wet; a few torn old brown chairs where sitting at the front with a small silver triangle instrument was hanging at the front. A few junkyard trucks were parked on the dirt drive but it seemed no one was home.
“Alright, my partner and I will investigate, we’ll go in but don’t disturb anything in or around the cabin,” instructed Dean as all of them walked inside the cabin.
The cabin inside was dirty and messy; everything was stained with a dark black sort of crimson color and dirt. Knives and saws were placed on the counter in a disorderly fashion, a wooden table stood stained in something deep crimson and much like blood. Different belongings lay here and there as Jesse studied them with her curiosity piqued.
Dean slowly studied every object in the room as he kept walking forward. Sam did the same but was also keeping an eye on the group and a couple of them were picking up a few things that seemed strange to be here. “Hey, its best to not touch them. You either go outside or just stand here and look around if you want and if you see anything strange tell us,” said Sam raising his voice a little. Everyone muttered sorry except Jessie who just remarked, “Strange, is there any part that isn’t strange here?” Jessie raised her eyebrows as she glanced around. Sam scowled at her as he kept glancing at everything carefully. Carly sighed before she opened a door to what might be a bathroom and slowly disappeared in it.
“Hey,” spoke up Christian as Sam and Dean turned around to face him.
“Maybe you should check the fridge?” he suggested; Dean nodded in agreement and sauntered over to the fridge and pulled open the door. Sam glanced over to Jessie again and crept up to her; Jessie took notice of Sam and was staring curiously at a old rag covering something that was spiky and made of metal, she then decided to reach down to uncover it.
Dean stared at the plastic containers as he felt his stomach doing summersaults. The fridge reeked of something dead and rotten; reluctantly he took one of the plastic containers and was hit by the worst smell he ever smelled. The smell was putrid and went straight up his nose and he could taste the smell in his mouth; absolutely repulsive and any minute now he could throw up. He instantly covered his mouth and nose with his right hand and stared into the container. There what appears human flesh decaying slowly and disgustingly. Disgusted with the sight and smell he hard-pressed the lid back and threw it back in the fridge before slamming the door itself.
“Hey, there’s barbered wire here,” called out Sam as he stood next to Jessie who was holding an old rag with her left hand and holding the wire with her right. Shortly after that Carly ran out the bathroom with a sickening look on her face. “Oh god can we please leave?” Jessie threw back the wire and swiftly covered it with the rag. They all darted to the windows to see an old dull yellow truck coming back from wherever it was and slowly parking right next to the other junkyard cars.
“Back door,” said Dean promptly as they dashed to the back and opened what they were hoping to be a back door. A rowing paddle fell out and the exit was boarded with wooden boards.
“Back, stand back,” Carly, Jessie, Christian, Sam and Scott took a few steps back as Dean slammed his shoulder into the wood. The boards shook off the dust as Dean slammed his shoulder a couple more times into the wood before trying to kick it down but all he was doing was collecting dust on his clothes and shoes.
Shrieks of laughter were heard and everybody was now staring at the front door, eyes wide in fear.

The mountain men slowly entered their cabin dragging along their newest victim; Francis. The scrawny bald mountain man with only a few clumps of hair on his scalp and three fingers hurried along to counter and snatched off one of the razor sharp saws. The one eyed mountain man in the maroon shirt and track pants had Francis’s dead body over his shoulder and walked over by the bed and dumped her body right next to the bed where Jessie and Dean were hiding. Dean was lying on his stomach with his fist next to his mouth; Jessie was on top of him and was digging her nails into Dean’s blue and white plaid shirt and into the skin on his back. Her face had shown pure fear and was almost whimpering while Dean’s face appeared mostly calm but eyes were wide and fearful. This was one the worst, scariest jobs he and Sam ever done and wished that he was had never hunted before. The job was bringing them bad luck; more people they love are dying. First his mom, then Sam’s girlfriend, pastor Jim, Caleb and now they’re dad was gone because of something involving with the demon.
Dean silently sucked his breath in as he watched Francis’s dead body. A metal spiked type of gag was jammed in her mouth and blood had splattered across her cheeks to her scarlet hair and down her chin and drenched her black and white striped polo shirt. Blood oozed from her wound and coursed down to his balled fist. The mountain man dropped a shell from the rifle he had also being carrying and rolled down under the bed next to Dean’s hand. This was the moment when Jessie started to whimper as silently as she could. The mutant reached blindly down to grab the shell as it rolled near Dean’s hand. Dean eyed it carefully and the hand as it moved around like it had a mind of its own and after a few seconds passing the fingers was wrapped around the shell and he pulled it back up. Dean felt a small relief flush over him but he knew it still wasn’t safe. As the mutant loaded his rifle and dropped it down on the bed he picked up the body and dumped it the stained blood table. The creak from the fly screen door was heard again and the last mountain that had a saw tooth came in grunting. A rapier clutched in his hands as he made his way to Francis’s dead body. Grinning wildly and coldly he stroked her red hair and twirled it around his fingers; his brushed down then to her shoulder and pressing hard on the cold dead flesh. A low and grunting laugh came from his mouth as he raised his rapier to eye level.
Sam stared at them, eyes wide also in fear and was clogging up with tears and he was unable to turn away. Not that he could turn away since he managed to stuff his lanky body in a wooden box about half his size and with Christian behind him. Christian’s legs were closed and his arms were hugged his legs, he was leaning back at back of the thin board that was propped against the wall lucky for him. His neck craned forward and was touching the edge of both the back and top of the wood. Sam was leaning back on Christian’s front legs and had his own knees brought up to his chest with his neck craned more then Christian’s and hands gripping his kneecaps. He was spying through a small hole through the closed opening of the box. Their hearts racing but yet they still managed to be quite. He wasn’t entirely sure of what the saw tooth mutant was doing to the girl who he had met earlier on but he knew it was something to do with his rapier that he was clutching.
Sam wasn’t the only one who had a clear view of what were the mountain were gonna do. The back entrance might’ve been boarded but had enough space for Carly and Scott to hide behind. Carly was pressed against Scott’s body; one of his hands was over her mouth knowing that when’s Carly’s scared she’ll start screaming. Even if there were a cockroach in their apartment, you would hear her from five hundred miles away. Like the others, their eyes were also wide in fear; as she watched the rapier came down on Francis and screamed into Scott’s hand. The mountain men carried on cutting her limbs and kept grunting and laughing at the same time.
All six watched in disgust and fear hoping that none of them will end up on that table.

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Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story is based on the movie of Wrong Turn so the rating could be M for the horror theme, violence and course language but for now is rated T

Chapter 4 stay alive

After a while the shrieks of laughter and grunts died down, they’d stopped chopping Francis’s limps and were putting different small parts of her limbs in different plastic blue containers. They soon settle down; the saw tooth mutant had decided to lie down on the bed where Dean and Jessie were hiding, the other two got out hammocks and soon fell asleep in them in an odd position. Breathing slowly Dean lifted his body off the ground and crawled out from underneath with Jessie following behind. They stood and stared at Francis’s dead body one more time. She was lying on her stomach; one of her legs was missing and most likely chopped up and placed in the containers. Her shirt was ripped off leaving her back bare, there were chunks missing from her shoulders to the bottom of her spine but her face was untouched and her eyes kept open. Carly and Scott came out from the small space behind the back door and stared at their deceased friend. Scott put his hand again over her mouth but she held it away. Dean made his way to the wooden crate where Sam and Christian were and quietly took the door off. Dean helped his little brother creep out of the wooden crate and soon Christian was out too.
“You ok,” mouths Dean to Sam. Sam nodded in response and glanced around. He studied the mountain men thinking that now could be the best time killing them and stared back at Dean. Dean read Sam’s mind immediately and shook his head.
“No. Need. To. Get. Out. NOW,” mouthed Dean to Sam again and pointed his finger at the door. A pot tipping over was heard and everyone gazed at it; near the pot was Carly and Scott standing. Scott had quickly wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and everyone quickly glanced at the mountain men who remained asleep.
“Sorry,” whispered Carly. Dean glanced back at Sam “Fine,” agreed Sam. Christian opened the fly screen door; a squeak came from the top from the door springs. He quickly seized it and opened the door wider without any noise. Carly and Scott walked out and waited for the others. Jessie followed them and quickly glanced at Christian who just shook his head at her. Sam grabbed their bags were they had hidden behind the dirty small blanket which was hiding the barber wire as well. Dean followed out and put his hand next to Christians.
“Go, all of you run to the hill. Don’t look back,” whispered Dean; Christian stared at Dean and kept his hand on the springs “no,”
Dean lowered his eyebrows and Sam had walked up with the bags in his hands. Dean grabbed one and pushed against Christian’s chest. “Look, they have nothing to protect and I’m here to protect all of you’re asses. So get your hand off the door and get the f*** up that hill with the others,” whispered Dean in a harsh tone. Christian glared again at Dean and then obliged. He took his hand off which was now bloody, he then walked out the door with the bag in his hand.
Dean quickly moved his hand over the springs and grasped it. Dean quickly glanced around in the cabin noticing the blanket not covering the wire properly.
“Sam,” Dean pointed at the blanket; Sam glanced back “sorry,” muttered Sam. He dropped the bag and quickly fixed up the blanket. As Sam stood of a hand seized his wrist and pulled his wrist down to the ground.
“Sam,” Dean released his grip on the door but before he could run in Christian grabbed him and started running up the hill with a hand around Dean’s arm and the other holding the bag.
“Get the f*** off me, my brother’s in there,” screamed Dean. He swiftly twisted his arm around Christian’s arm and punched him in the face.
“Sam’s dead in there, no way he’s getting out. It would be suicide going in there,” screamed back Christian.
“I don’t f***ing care,” Dean rushed back to the cabin. The bag that was dropped lay there leaving the door ajar. Sam was lying on his stomach; one of his shoulders was cut open and blood was pouring out. The three mutants surround him laughing in their high-pitched voices. Sam tried to stand up but the one-eyed mountain man kicked him sending Sam on his back and yelping in pain, one of them kicked him again knocking Sam out. The short scrawny mountain held the long sharp dirty blade in his hand and raised it above to his head.
Bang. Bang, Bang, three bullets pierced his chest and he collapsed next to Sam. The two mountain men gazed at Dean before they started running at him. He bolted from them and put the silver pistol into the waistband of his jeans. The scrawny one was soon after his ass too and Dean decided to turn and lead them away from the group. Dean tripped over and fell in the dirt; the short scrawny shrieked and pointed at hill were the other 4 were running around. They all grunted to each other before the scrawny left them and start up the engine of the yellow dirty truck and sped up to Christian, Jessie, Carly and Scott.
Shortly the group reached a junkyard that was filled with cars, trucks and vans. They stopped running and glanced around. They heard a truck behind and darted behind one of the rusty white vans. The truck parked in front and the mountain man got out of its vehicle.
“Only one, shouldn’t be too hard to trick him,” huffed Scott. Jessie ignored him at glanced at the back doors of the van. After a minute she decided to open it and out fell Evan.
“Oh god,” Carly, Scott and Christian glanced behind and saw Evan dead with a bloodstain on his white shirt. Scott covered her mouth before she let out a scream. “Shhh, its ok,” Carly squeezed her eyes shut and turned away back to the mutant. It had grabbed a shotgun and had arrows in a bag that clung to its back.
“Got an idea,” whispered Christian, he glanced at Scott before running out “Over here you ugly son of a B****,” Scott followed him just to make sure he didn’t get himself killed. The scrawny mutant shot at Christian; the bullet his leg and collapsed on the ground. Scott quickly picked him arm and put Christian’s arm over his shoulder as the both limped and ran out into the woods with the mutant after them. As all of them ran into the woods Jessie raced to the truck with Carly right behind her and holding her hand.

Outside the Cabin
In the woods

Dean raced through the woods bleeding on his side and the two mountain men after his ass. The things saw tooth mountain man had pierced one of his blades into Dean’s side but before the ugly B**** could kill him he quickly kicked him and shot at the one eyed before running off leaving Sammy behind unconscious; he’s just hoping that Sammy will be out when the return.

Cabin

Sam moaned before he slowly aroused with a splitting headache. He blinked a few times before standing up and reminisced what just had happened.

He was quickly fixed up the blanket before standing up. ‘Sam,’ Dean had yelled out when one of the mountain men seized his wrist and pulled him down to the ground. He sent out a blind punch to the mountain man before standing back up. He glanced out the door were he expected Dean to be but instead saw Christian dragging Dean up the hill. Then all of a sudden he felt a blade go in his shoulder and he then collapsed down to the ground. There were grunts and shrieks of laughter as he pushed himself off the ground but was then kicked and was lying on his back. Pain exploded through his shoulder and he cried in pain; after that it was all black and he thought he was sure done for.

But he was wrong and now he was alone; all the others were gone and most likely are getting chased by the mountain men.
“Oh god Dean,” The bag beside the door was open; Dean must’ve come back and lured the mutants away from him as the others escaped. He quickly made his way to the bag and got another pistol with silver bullets and an iron blade. He couldn’t carry the bag because it was too heavy so he set out to find Dean and save his ass before he ends up on the table like Francis.



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Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story is based on the movie of Wrong Turn so the rating could be M for the horror theme, violence and course language but for now is rated T

Chapter 5 Saved or Gone?

Sam clutched the pistol with his two hands while he was searching for Dean. He had an iron blade tucked inside his jacket and holy water in his jacket pocket. Glancing around he noticed a small mud track from the mountain men; somewhere out there, the mutant freaks could be bleeding Dean to death. He started to slowly jog but soon turned into a sprint. It was his fault, if only he thought about fixing the blanket while he was grabbing the bags all of them would be out, together and getting the hell away from dodge. His vision started to blur a bit and he was tripping over a bit, blinking a couple of times he tried to run faster but ended up plummeting down onto the dirt ground. Sam turned onto his back and exhaled slowly, he stared up to sky. The sunlight and the blue sky were hidden by the treetops, his vision became clearer but he still laid there on the ground feeling weak and useless. How the hell is he going to find Dean? He doesn’t even know how to get back to the others?

Sam closed his eyes but all of a sudden he heard a scream, Dean’s scream. Jumping back to his feet he kept on following the small dirt trail and trying to figure out where the scream came from.

Dean had his back against a tree and was clutching his side. While running he had tripped and landed on a sharp rock on his in juried side. The pain was still there but he ignored it since he knew the mountain men were behind him.

He could here them grunt to each other but he had no idea what were they’re planning. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and wished they’d go away or Sam would come to the rescue. He opened his eyes again and glanced back at them to come face to face with the one eyed mutant freak.

“f***,” Dean screamed falling back down on the ground. He was shaking from head to toe unsure of what the thing was gonna do? He had no weapons; he’d accidentally lost them while he was running. He kicked the mutant on the shins making the mutant tumble a bit but not fall. The thing cackled in his high voice and grinned coldly. It held it’s sharp javelin securely and semi-circled him before deciding to drive it into Dean’s chest. Luckily Dean quickly rolled over and by mere centimeters missed the javelin. But something about that was too easy-it was possible that the mutant freak wanted to play with him in a cruel manner. Dean slowly gulped so terrified he felt like he could not do something but he knew he could. He was Dean Winchester. He’d always been brave, hell he managed to take out a bully twice his size in 5th grade.

Taking his moment Dean threw a punch at the mutant’s face and grabbed the javelin off the mutant as he rose up off the ground. The mutant growled in anger and frustration and stood up as well. Dean smoothly and swiftly plunged the javelin through the mountain man’s heart. He let go after the mutant groaned and fell to its knees; Dean huffed in relief thinking the thing was dead and glanced at the other mutant who was walking off somewhere else like as if it saw someone else in the forest. Dean looked back at the mutant he staked to see it standing up and pulling the javelin out of its chest.

Dean widened his eyes and watched in total shock of the thing pulling its javelin out of its own heart. He knew he staked it in the heart but how could it possibly be still alive? It wasn’t made out of wood but it must’ve been made out of steel. Or possibly staking it in the heart with anything wasn’t the answer. The freak gripped the javelin in his hands and growled angrily again. Dean slowly backed away from it somehow unsure but absolutely knew what it was gonna do to him? He knew it was gonna hit him or wound him. He just doesn’t know where he’ll do it or if it was going to be fatal or just miss his vital organs to inflict agonizing pain on him?

He heard the saw tooth mutant behind and quickly glanced at it as it returned from its small walk.

“s***,” muttered Dean as he realized he was trapped and he had no clue what way to go. Gazing back at the one-eyed mountain man he stared at it straight in the eye before the thing stroke at him hitting him hard on the head. He fell down immediately and his head was spinning. He touched the side of his forehead to feel blood oozing from his wound. He was lucky it missed his temple otherwise he’d be dead but he would be dead in a few moments if he didn’t act fast to escape.

The one-eyed mutant kicked him in the stomach making Dean wince in pain and groan. The thing bend down and grinned at him again coldly. He tried to punch it but the saw-tooth one seized his arms and held them above his head. He tried to kick but the one-eyed freak managed to hold down his legs. The thing pulled out a small blade from its khakis and held it in his hand examining it. The mutant grinned and gave a high-pitched laugh; the saw tooth joined the laugh and held Dean’s arms tighter.

Dean tried to wrestle out of their grip but nothing happened. He kept glancing from one mutant to the other terrified of what they were thinking to do. His gaze came back to the one-eyed freak to watch it reveal his skin on his stomach. An ugly gray bruise formed on his stomach around his belly button.

“What the fucks are you doing?” Dean screamed but both mutants ignored him. The one-eyed freak slowly started to cut deeply from his belly button to where his boxers came out of his jeans. Dean grunted in pain as tears spilled out of his eyes and he tried to wrestle out of their grip again but still no luck. Both mutants burst into laughter and the mutant started cut the opposite way up Dean’s stomach and deeper. He stopped before he was near the ribcage and slowly took out the blade. Dean bleed quickly and so much blood spilled from his stomach. After he blade was taken out the mutant start pressing hard against the wound and placed his fingers inside the wound too infecting it and causing Dean more pain. As the blood and tears spilled out Dean screamed in pain and his body felt heavy. His headache increases but blood started to dry up. The mutants continued to laugh while Dean was in absolute pain and it kept on going.

Outside the junkyard

Scott sprinted through the woods as the ugly scrawny mutant freak was chasing him. He left Christian somewhere in the woods and lead the mutant away from him. The mutant kept firing at him before the ammo ran out and picked up its speed. Scott glanced back as he saw the thing advancing at him and glanced back to accidentally run into a tree. The tree threw him off balance and Scott rolled on the ground with old brown leaves decomposing there. He quickly turned onto his back to see the mutant standing right above him grinning coldly. He felt like he just swallowed a huge dry pill that was stuck in his oesophagus and he felt so cold. He backed away as the mutant reached out for an arrow and its crossbow. He loaded the crossbow and aimed for Scott’s heart.

“Nn no, no. Get away you ugly fucker,” screamed Scott but it was no use. The arrow pierced his chest and blood stained his yellow shirt. His eyes stayed open but his body did not move; Scott was killed instantly but the scrawny mutant was still had the cold grin on its deformed face.

Junkyard

Jessie started the truck as Carly started sobbing in the passenger seat.

“Oh god Francine, I, I just can’t believe what they did to her?”

Jessie glanced at Carly and put her hand on Carly’s shoulder. “I know but we gotta be strong. We gotta be strong for her, for Evan and for everyone else. We must find them now and take them somewhere where else safe. All of them must be injured,”

Carly nodded and wiped her eyes with her hand. “Drive,”

Jessie nodded in response and hit the accelerator. She drove into the woods in search for first Christian and Scott.

“What?” started Carly as she steadily inhaled; Jessie glanced at her wondering if she was going to say something. “What… do you think those mutant freaks were gonna do to Francine’s limbs a-and, her missing,” Carly breathed in again as if she was sick “flesh? … They’re not thinking to eat…” Carly trailed off as the thought of her deceased friend’s flesh and limbs been eaten by those freaks.

“I don’t even want to know. Even though it’s kind of… obvious,”

Carly shivered and wrapped her arms around her upper torso. “Why did they just leave Evan dead? He must’ve been killed at the same time as Francis but Evan was just left… there. Dead,” asked Carly as the knowledge of her two friends dead started to sink in.

“I guess, maybe they only could carry one or maybe Francis put up a fight? I really don’t want to actually think about it or anything of what’s happening right…” Jessie trailed off and kept on driving. Jessie glanced at Carly giving her a sympathetic look.

Carly weakly smiled and glanced back ahead of them to just spot Christian limping in front of the truck. “STOP,” screamed Carly. Jessie hit the brakes hard almost causing them to fall forwards. The girls raced out of the truck and hurriedly helped Christian back into the truck in the middle passenger seat. Something black bandaged his wounded leg and he let out grunts and cursed while he was settled into the truck.

“You okay?” asks Jessie as worry lines started to appear in her face.

“I’m fine,” grunted Christian leaning back on the old torn seat.

“Where’s Scott?” asks Carly with panic in her voice, her eyes was watering and she hoped to god that Scott was all right or alive.

“He left me, went running in that direction with the mutant freak on his ass,” groaned Christian pointing on the right of the truck. Jessie started the engine again and took off in that direction. Silence stayed there as they all did their best to not to freak out and drove around for a while in search of Scott. They don’t know how long it was but it was quite some time when they found Scott’s body. But Scott wasn’t alone. The scrawny mutant man was there, kneeling down towards Scott but they couldn’t see what it was doing.

“Oh my god,” whispered Carly as she watched in horror. Everyone’s jaw was dropped and everyone felt like they couldn’t move. The mountain man craned its neck and blood was splattered across its face like it was eating Scott’s dead flesh. Carly let out a scream as she saw its face and started sobbing again.

“Drive, drive,” shouted Christian as Jessie tried to get the truck started again. The mutant freak stood up and got out its crossbow and arrow. Chuckling it aimed at the windscreen and shot the arrow.

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Wrong Turn Winchesters

Warning: This story is based on the movie of Wrong Turn so the rating could be M for the horror theme, violence and course language but for now is rated T

Chapter 6 Problems Arousing

Previously

Junkyard

Jessie started the engine again and took off in that direction. Silence stayed there as they all did their best to not to freak out and drove around for a while in search of Scott. They don’t know how long it was but it was quite some time when they found Scott’s body. But Scott wasn’t alone. The scrawny mutant man was there, kneeling down towards Scott but they couldn’t see what it was doing.

“Oh my god,” whispered Carly as she watched in horror. Everyone’s jaw was dropped and everyone felt like they couldn’t move. The mountain man craned its neck and blood was splattered across its face like it was eating Scott’s dead flesh. Carly let out a scream as she saw its face and started sobbing again.

“Drive, drive,” shouted Christian as Jessie tried to get the truck started again. The mutant freak stood up and got out its crossbow and arrow. Chuckling it aimed at the windscreen and shot the arrow

Now

The arrow shattered the glass and hit the side of the seat cushion.

“Jessie, Drive,” instructed Christian and Jessie quickly put the truck in gear and slammed her foot down on the accelerator. The scrawny mutant tried running after them but the truck was too fast for it to reach. Shrieking it retreated home to wait for the others and hopefully, a new victim too.

Somewhere else in the woods

Dean’s vision became blurry as he struggled against the mountain men’s grip and cried out loud.

BANG! Dean grunted as he heard the gunshots. The mutants started to shriek and he tried to see what was going on. He could faintly see the one eyed freak collapsing next to him.

BANG! Another gunshot was heard and the saw tooth freak released his grip on Dean’s arms before collapsing on the other side of him.

“DEAN!” Dean heard his younger brother scream for him. Gasping and grunting in pain, Dean put pressure on his stomach with his hand to the stop the bleeding. HE tried to get on his feet as his vision cleared before feeling Sam’s hands on his shoulder hauling him off the ground.

“Oh god Dean. Are you alright?” asks Sam facing Dean. Dean glanced at his brother’s bruised face and glanced back at the dead mutant men. Lying on the ground, with bullets in its brains.

“What kind of bullets did you use?” Dean asked.

“Silver, do you think that would work on them?” Sam and Dean exchanged glances before glaring back the mountain men.

The saw tooth mutant grunted and raised its head at them, the one eyed freak followed its partner’s action and rose off the grounds as the brothers backed away. Sam fired again at them straight at its chest but it only slowed them down.

“Do these things ever die?” screamed Dean before Sam and him started running off further into the woods.

“We can’t outrun them,” huffed Sam quickly glancing back at the mutants as he and Dean continued to run.

“God I wish for any sort of vehicle to appear right now,” exclaimed Dean as he briefly glanced back at them. Then all of a sudden their luck turned and their mutants were hit by one of their dirty yellow trucks. Sam and Dean stopped in their tracks and exchanged glanced.

“God I wish to be in bed with a hot chick right now,” added Dean. Sam send Dean a what the f*** look “What??”

“Oh, wishes don’t always come true, dammnit,” huffed Dean.

“Hey, you two. Get in before those things get up,” yelled Jessie from the truck.

Without question Sam and Dean rushed into the truck and squeezed themselves in.

“You could’ve gotten a bigger one,” complained Dean as he ended up in the driver’s seat while Sam and the others got squished. He pressed down on the accelerator and drove away.

“We just saved your asses. You could be thankful at least,” groused Christian.

Dean ignored him and glanced at everyone else, he noticed Carly weeping and snivelling.

“What happened?”

When nobody answered him Dean tried to look around and see who was sitting in the truck and who was missing. “Where’s Scott?”

Jessie gave Dean a what do you think happened look. A look he’d sometime receive from others while he was on hunts. He realised the scrawny mutant freak got him and all the rest could do was get the hell away from him.

Silence filled the air for a long time until they had to suddenly stop. “Dammnit,” cursed Dean as he tried to reverse but the truck wheels wouldn’t move. The wheel was deep in the mud and all of them had no choice but to leave the truck.

“Piece of s***,” mumbled Dean as he flung open the door, all the others then followed him.

“So what now U.S Marshalls. Even though you don’t look like you are Marshalls,”

Sam and Dean exchanged glances unsure of what to say.

“Although, you can’t also be state police, detectives or medical students or whatever else those ID’s say you are,”

“Christian, what are you talking about?” asks Jessie. Christian glances at Jessie and then he turned his gaze to Carly. He reaches down to his pockets and pulls a few fake ID’s Dean and Sam usually carry.

“Where’d you find them?” asks Dean as he kept his hand pressed against his wound.

“They fell out of the bags after you pushed me to go rescue him. Your brother or whoever he is,”

Dean and Sam exchanged glances once again before they both stepped forward. Jessie snatched the fake ID’s and carefully looked at them. She was completely shocked and she felt anger pulse through her veins. She then dropped the ID’s on the ground and charged at Dean.

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