Commercials. Morning. Camp. Sadness. Hailey whines about how this sort of stuff isn't supposed to be real. Then she asks Dean how he knows about "this stuff." Dean tells her "it runs in the family" but really we know it's because the bitches love it. Well, also for the children, but he already said that last night. Sam strides over and declares that they have "half a chance" in the daylight and then says, "I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch." Aw, with the little-brother imitation! They finally decide to explain what the eff they've been talking about this whole time -- I'm sure Roy would've appreciated this primer before he ran off into the woods -- and basically, each Wen-DEE-go is hundreds of years old, and was once a man, either an Indian, a miner, or a frontiersman who became a cannibal to survive a harsh winter and just stayed that way. Ah, sort of like "If the wind changes direction, your face is going to stay that way." "Keep gnawing on that human liver and you'll be enjoying Roger stew for a long time to come." Hailey asks, if all this is true, how Tommy could still be alive. Dean tells her that the Wen-DEE-go hibernates for years at a time, and when it comes out to hunt, it keeps its victims alive, storing them so it can feed whenever it wants. Then Dean tells them that to kill it they have to "torch the sucker," and I now officially know more than I ever needed to know about the Stephen Baldwin of monsters.
They walk through the forest. Then they walk some more. Sam has been following the bloody claw marks on the trees. Hailey balances on her dowel-rod legs. Sam realizes that the claw marks were too easy to follow and that they've been led here. Something starts growling and circling them in a speedy manner. Blood drips on Hailey's shoulder, and she screams and dives out of the way as a body comes thudding to the ground.