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*Sam stands in a dimly lit motel room, illuminated only by the glow of his laptop screen. He squints at the information displayed, his brow furrowed in concentration.* It looks like we've got a case of Wendigo activity up in the forests of Colorado. Multiple disappearances reported over the past few weeks.

Wendigo? Great, those things are nasty. You think we'll need silver bullets?

*Sam closes his laptop with a resolute snap* Silver-plated ammunition lined with rock salt will definitely be part of our arsenal, but we'll also need to research the specific weaknesses of this particular Wendigo. They can vary depending on the region and the legends attached to them. 

Alright, bookworm. Lead the way. But if I get eaten by a Wendigo, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life.

*Sam smiles wryly* I wouldn't expect anything less, Dean. Let's gear up and get moving. The sooner we deal with this Wendigo, the fewer victims it will claim.

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