<strong>Jason Jefferson - Driving into town after he finishes a little business....<br/>Will be driving to Otis's afterward.</strong><br/><br/>The black, 1967 Chevy Impala was surprisingly being chased by a fucking Wendigo, a cannibalistic creature that kept its victims alive so it could feed on them before it went into hibernation, and JJ was at the top of the menu if his trap didn't work.  Normally native to forests and out of the way places like that, this one had decided to make its nest on the outskirts of a little spot on the map a couple hours drive from Cape Merrin located in Micmac County, Maine.  From starting out five years ago in the city of Chicago, in the state of Illinois after his father had been killed by a demon bitch succubus from Hell, and Jason walking in on it right before it finished its meal of his father's soul and seed, well, needless to say it had set Jason off to hunt down everything supernatural ever since.  The fields whipped by, but Jason could still see the thing behind him.<em>Yeah that's right, keep coming after me you fucking beast from Hell.  Wear your ass out then the fun begins.</em>He had pissed it off by lighting up its nest with good ol gasoline after checking to be sure there was no one still alive to be saved.  The mess this thing had made of three hikers in the last week hadn't been pleasant to behold.  It was clever, able to imitate the human voice and trap victims by using its incredible speed and strength, but it still bled and it could therefore die.  Silver tipped arrows would do the trick well enough.<br/><br/>Feeling something hit the back of his car, Jason's brown eyes narrowed to slits as he slammed on the brakes hard, feeling another thump as the Wendigo slammed into his car at eighty miles an hour and was tossed over and down onto the asphalt in front of him.  Putting the engine to full before it could recover, Jason ran the beast down without hesitation so it wouldn't be getting back up before he could finish it off.  He'd tried this trick once before quite by accident to tell the truth, and the surprise of finding it, or rather it finding him, had given it time to regenerate and run off.  Anger had made it blind and stupid, two things that would now be its undoing.  Stopping the car after backing up over it once more, Jason smiled to himself as the thumps of all four tires squishing the thing was heard before he jumped out, grabbing his flare gun since bright lights and fire were also good ways to send this thing back to Hell, although technically it had become what it was by feeding off of living flesh for too long.  It had once been human, but not anymore.  Now it just deserved a quick death.  Standing in blue jeans, a black leather coat, and a black shirt underneath, a couple of holy symbols and protective sigils hanging around his neck, Jason popped two rounds into the flare gun before shutting the chamber with a flick of his wrist, walking towards the crippled Wendigo all the while.  Putting his heavy boot down on its chest, the beast growled but couldn't get up as he leveled the gun straight at its face.  "This is for the three people I found in your nest you motherfucker.  This is for everyone else you've killed over the years of your cursed existence.  Go back to the Hell you came from."<br/><br/>Pulling the trigger and looking away, the beast gave a horrible roar of agony as it dissolved into smoke and ash before even that disappeared.  With that nasty business taken care of, it was time to head to Cape Merrin and resupply since it was the only town around that was big enough to cover everything Jason might need for his next job, wherever that might be.  Turning on the radio before he started to put his shit away, Jason stopped since he was taken back down memory lane no thanks to the song that was playing.  "Carry On My Wayward Son."  One of his father's favorites while they had been fixing up the car he was driving now.  Those had been much happier times.  Finishing up, Jason hopped into the driver's seat again and sighed heavily, letting his head fall on his hands which were on the steering wheel.  Five years....had it really been that long?  Steadying himself a bit, he let his foot hit the accelerator to the floor, daring a cop to stop him after his day so far.<br/><br/>http://www.gorestruly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/windigo.jpg (http://www.gorestruly.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/windigo.jpg)  Wendigo pic.<br/><br/>Supernatural - Carry On My Wayward Son (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al12WO5x23w#)<br/><br/>((I had to lol.))