All language subtitles for Supernatural S01E02 Wendigo

Previously on Supernatural.

Take your brother outside as fast as you
can.

Now, Dean, go!

Hey! No!

Dad's on a hunting trip.

And he hasn't been home in a few days.

Jess, excuse us.

I swore I was done hunting.

For good. I can't do this alone.

And now you're taking off in the middle
of the night to spend the weekend with

him? Hey, everything's going to be okay.

I promise.

You think Mom would have wanted this for
us? Dean, we were raised like warriors.

You have a responsibility to Dad and his
crusade. Even if we do find the thing

that killed her, Mom's gone.

And she isn't coming back.

Don't talk about her like that.

Dad's gone.

I've got his journal. He left me a
message. His coordinates he left us.

weird, man. Hey, Dean, what I said
earlier, I'm sorry.

No chick flick moments.

work to do.

Dude, you're cheating.

No, you're just stuck.

Hey, Ailey. Day six. We're still out
near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine. Keep

safe. So don't worry.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Ailey, where are you going?

My moment of victory.

Nature calls.

Gary, what's going on?

You always said roses were lame, so I
brought you one.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

Another nightmare?

Want to drive for a while?

In your whole life, you never once asked
for that.

Just thought you might want to. Never
mind.

Look, man, you're worried about me. I
get it. And thank you, but I'm perfectly

okay. Mm -hmm.

All right.

Where are we?

We are just outside of Grand Junction.

You know what?

Maybe we should know where Stanford's
at.

Say we dug around there for a week. We
came up with nothing.

If you want to find the thing that
killed Jessica, you've got to find Dad

Dad disappearing, and this thing showing
up again after 20 years?

It's no coincidence.

Dad will have answers. He'll know what
to do. It's weird, man.

It's cool that he left us this
Blackwater Ridge.

Yeah, what about it? There's nothing
there.

It's just woods.

Why'd he come up to the middle of
nowhere?

Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.

It's cut off by these canyons here.
Rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned

silver and gold mines all over the
place.

Dude, check out the size of this
freaking bear.

And a dozen or more grizzlies in the
area.

It's no nature hike, that's for sure.

You boys aren't planning to go out near
Blackwater Ridge by any chance?

Oh, no, sir. We're environmental study
majors from UC Boulder.

Just working on a paper.

Recycle man.

Bull.

You're friends with that Haley girl,
right?

Yes. Yes, we are.

Ranger Wilkinson.

Well, I will tell you exactly what I
told her. Her brother filled out a

backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be
back from Blackwater until the 24th. So

it's not exactly a missing persons now,
is it?

Tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm
sure her brother's just fine.

We will.

Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol,
huh?

That is putting it mildly.

Actually, you know what would help is if
I could show her a copy of that

backcountry permit. You know, so she
could see her brother's return date.

What are you, cruising for a hookup or
something?

What do you mean?

The coordinates point to Blackwater
Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's

just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk
to this girl?

I don't know. Maybe we should know what
we're walking into before we actually

walk into it.

What? Well, since when do you all shoot
first to ask questions later anyway?

Since now.

Not really.

You must be Haley Collins.

I'm Dean. This is Sam. We're rangers
with the Park Service.

Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. We wanted
to ask you some questions about your

brother Tommy.

Let me see some ID.

Is that yours?

Yeah. Nice car.

So if Tommy's not due back for a while,
how do you know something's wrong?

He checks in every day by cell.

He emails, photos, stupid little videos.

But we haven't heard anything in over
three days now.

Well, maybe he can't get cell reception.

He's got a satellite phone, too.

Could it be he's just having fun and
forgot to check in?

He wouldn't do that.

Our parents are gone.

It's just my two brothers and me.

We all keep pretty close tabs on each
other.

Can I see the pictures he sent you?

Yeah.

That's Tommy.

Well, we'll find your brother. We're
heading out to Blackwater Ridge first

thing. Then maybe I'll see you there.

Look, I can't sit around here anymore,
so I hired a guide.

I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm
going to find Tommy myself.

I think I know how you feel.

Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?

Sure.

Let's go.

Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of
traffic.

Local campers, mostly.

But still, this past April, two hikers
went missing out there. They were never

found. Maybe before that?

Yeah. In 1982, eight different people
all vanished in the same year.

said it was a grisly attack.

And again in 1959, and again before that
in 1936.

Every 23 years.

Just like Clark.

Okay, watch this.

Here's a clincher.

I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to
the laptop.

Check this out.

Do it again.

That's three frames. It's a fraction of
a second.

Whatever that thing is, it can move.

Told you something weird was going on.

Yeah. I got one more thing.

In 59, one camper survived the supposed
grizzly attack.

Just a kid.

Barely crawled out of the woods alive.

Is there a name?

Look, Ranger, I don't know why you're
asking me about this.

It's public record.

I was a kid.

My parents got mauled by a... Grizzly?

That's what attacked him?

The other people that went missing that
year, those bear attacks too?

About all the people that went missing
this year.

Same thing?

If we knew what we were dealing with, we
might be able to stop it.

I seriously doubt that.

Anyway, I don't see what difference it
would make.

You wouldn't believe me.

Nobody ever did.

Nothing.

It moved too fast to see.

It hid too well.

I heard it though.

A roar.

Like no man or animal I ever heard.

It came at night.

Got inside your tent?

It got inside our cabin.

I was sleeping in front of the fireplace
when it came in.

It didn't smash a window or break the
door.

It unlocked it.

You know of a bear that could do
something like that?

I didn't even wake up until I heard my
parents screaming.

I killed them.

Dragged them off into the night.

Why it left me alive.

Been asking myself that ever since.

Did leave me this, though.

There's something evil in those woods.

It was some sort of a demon.

Spirits and demons don't have to unlock
doors if they weren't inside. They just

go through the walls. So it's probably
something else, something corporeal.

Corporeal? Excuse me, Professor.

Shut up. So what do you think?

The claws, the speed that it moves.

Could be a skinwalker, maybe a black
dog.

Whatever we're talking about, we're
talking about a creature, and it's

corporeal.

Which means we can kill it.

We cannot let that Hayley girl go out
there.

Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her?
Can't go into the woods because of a big

scary monster?

Yeah.

Her brother's missing, Sam.

He's not just gonna sit this out.

No, we go with her, we protect her, and
we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy

predator friends.

Finding that's not enough?

Now we gotta babysit too?

What?

Nothing.

I don't think Ben should come.

Roy.

Look, you're paying me good money to
keep everybody safe. I think Ben's

at home.

You guys got room for two more?

Wait, you want to come with us?

Who are these guys?

Apparently, this is all the park service
could muster up for the search and

rescue. You're rangers?

That's right.

And you're hiking out in biker boots and
jeans?

Oh, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.

What, you think this is funny?

It's dangerous backcountry out there.
Her brother might be hurt.

Believe me, I know how dangerous it can
be.

We just want to help them find their
brother, that's all.

You said you did a little hunting.

Yeah, more than a little.

Uh -huh.

What kind of furry critters do you hunt?

Mostly bucks, sometimes bear.

Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you
back?

Let's do it, Roy.

The bear trap.

You didn't pack any provisions.

You guys are carrying a duffel bag.

You're not rangers, so who the hell are
you?

Sam and I are brothers.

And we're looking for our father.

He might be here, we don't know.

I just figured that you and me were in
the same boat.

Why didn't you just tell me that from
the start?

I'm telling you now.

Besides, that's probably the most honest
I've ever been with a woman.

Ever.

So are we okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

What do you mean I didn't pack
provisions?

This is it.

Blackwater Ridge.

What coordinates are we at?

35 at minus 111.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Not even crickets.

I'm gonna go take a look around.

You shouldn't go off by yourself.

That's sweet.

Don't worry about me.

Alright, everybody stays together.

Let's go.

Oh my god.

Looks like a grizzly.

Tommy?

Tommy!

Tommy!

Why?

Something might still be out there.

Sam!

The bodies were dragged from the
campsite.

But here, the tracks just vanish.

It's weird.

I'll tell you what.

It's no skinwalker or black dog.

Hey, you could still be alive.

It seemed like it was coming from around
here, didn't it?

Everybody back to camp.

Our pass.

So much for my GPS and my satellite
phone.

What the hell's going on?

It's smart.

It wants to cut us off so we can't call
for help.

You mean someone, some...

Nut job out there. Just stole all our
gear.

I need to speak with you.

In private.

Okay. Let me see Dad's journal.

All right.

Check that out.

Oh, come on.

Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods, or
northern Michigan. I've never even heard

of one this far west. Think about it,
Dean.

The claws, the way it can mimic a human
voice.

Great.

Well, then this is useless.

We've got to get these people to safety.

All right, listen up.

It's time to go.

Things have gotten more complicated.

What? Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out
there, I think I can handle it. It's not

me I'm worried about. If you shoot this
thing, you're just gonna make it mad.

We have to leave. Now.

One, you're talking nonsense. Two,
you're in no position to give anybody

Black. We never should have let you come
out here in the first place, all right?

I'm trying to protect you. You protect
me.

I was hunting these woods when your
mommy was still kissing you goodnight.

It's a damn near perfect hunter.

Smarter than you.

And it's going to hunt you down and eat
you alive unless we get your stupid

sorry ass out of here.

You know you're crazy, right? Yeah?

You ever hunt a wind... Roy! Chill out.

Stop.

Stop it. Everybody just stop.

Look, Tommy might still be alive.

And I'm not leaving here without him.

It's getting late.

This thing is a good hunter in the day,
but an unbelievable hunter at night.

We'll never beat it, not in the dark.

We need to settle in and protect
ourselves.

How?

One more time, that's... Anasazi
symbols.

It's for protection.

The Wendigo can't cross over him.

Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy.

You want to tell me what's going on in
that freaky head of yours?

Dean. No, you're not fine.

You're like a powder keg, man. It's not
like you.

I'm supposed to be the belligerent one,
remember?

Dad's not here.

I mean, that much we know for sure,
right? He would have left us a message,

sign, right?

Yeah, he'd probably be right.

To tell you the truth, I don't think
Dad's ever been to Lost Creek.

Then let's get these people back to
town, and let's hit the road.

Go find Dad.

I mean, why are we still even here?

This is why.

This book.

This is Dad's single most valuable
possession. Everything he knows about

evil thing is in here.

And he's passed it on to us.

I think he wants us to pick up where he
left off.

You know, saving people, hunting things.

The family business.

That makes no sense.

Why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't
he tell us what he wants, tell us where

he is?

I don't know.

But the way I see it, Dad's given us a
job to do, and I intend to do it.

The only thing I can think about. Okay.
All right. Sam, we'll find them. I

promise.

Listen to me.

You've got to prepare yourself.

I mean, this search could take a while.

And all that anger, you can't keep it
burning over the long haul. It's going

kill you.

You've got to have patience, man.

Well, for one, them.

I mean, I figure our family's so screwed
to hell, maybe we can help some others.

Makes things a little bit more bearable.

I'll tell you what else helps.

Killing as many evil sons of bitches as
I possibly can.

Trying to draw us out.

Just stay cool, stay put.

Inside the magic circle?

Help!

Help me!

Okay,

that's no grizzly.

It's okay.

You'll be alright, I promise.

It's here.

I mean, these types of things, they
aren't supposed to be real.

I wish I could tell you different.

How do we know it's not out there
watching us?

We don't.

But we're safe from now.

How do you know about this stuff?

It kind of runs in the family.

Hey.

So? We've got half a chance in the
daylight.

And I, for one, want to kill this evil
son of a bitch.

Well, hell, you know I'm in.

Windigo is a Cree Indian word. It means
evil that devours.

They're hundreds of years old. Each one
was once a man, sometimes an Indian, or

other times a frontiersman or a miner or
a hunter.

How's a man turn into one of those
things?

Well, it's always the same.

During some harsh winter...

A guy finds himself starving, cut off
from supplies or help, becomes a

to survive, eating other members of his
tribe or camp.

Like the Donner Party.

Cultures all over the world believe that
eating human flesh gives a person

certain abilities, speed, strength, and
mortality.

If you eat enough of it, over years you
become this less -than -human thing.

You're always hungry.

So if that's true, how can Tommy still
be alive?

You're not going to like it. Tell me.

More than anything, a Wendigo knows how
to last long winters without food.

It hibernates for years at a time.

When it's awake, it keeps its victims
alive. 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've got to track it back there.

And then how do we stop it?

Well, guns are useless.

So are knives.

Basically, we've got to torch this
sucker.

Steve.

Listen.

You know, I was thinking of those claw
prints, so clear and distinct.

They were almost too easy to follow.

You got it?

I'm gonna run, run!

If it keeps its victims alive, why would
it kill Roy?

Honestly, I think because Roy shot at
it. He pissed it off.

They went this way.

It's better than breadcrumbs.

Hey,

it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Wake up.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Hayley.

Hayley. Wake up.

Wake up.

You sure you're all

right?

Yeah. Yeah. Where is it?

It's gone for now.

Get him down.

We're going to get you home.

Check it out.

Flare guns.

Doesn't work.

Looks like someone's home for supper.

We'll never outrun it.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah, I think so.

All right, listen to me.

Stay with Sam. He's going to get you out
of here. What are you going to do?

Jump on, you freaky bastard!

Not bad, huh?

Eric came back again after you yelled at
him.

That's when it circled the campsite. I
mean, he must have weighed 890 pounds.

All right, we'll go out after it,
personally.

So, really, I don't know how to thank
you.

Must you cheapen the moment?

Yeah.

You riding with your brother?

Yeah.

I hate camping.

Me too.

Sam,

you know we're going to find out, right?

Yeah, I know.

But in the meantime...