Hi again! I've been working on this story for quite some time now, but I figured I'd get part of it up so I can see if it's any good. I got the idea from watching that show on ABC family, Fallen. I added my own little twists and turns, but I did not use any of the characters from the show, just the idea of Nephilim. Anyway enough babble, on with the story!
Disclaimer I don't own the boys ::cries hysterically:: or anything biblical…
Chapter oneThe full yellow moon was high over the trees, casting an eerie glow upon the forest floor. Between the pale rays of light, two young hunters picked their way around trees and underbrush, making no noise of their own.
Dean held up a fist, signaling for Sam, who was several paces back, to stop. They had reached a clearing in the trees, with the moon lighting up the entire area. Cautiously, Dean made his way past the tree line and into the open. Suddenly, low growls filled the air as four gigantic wolves emerged from the shadows, hackles raised.
"I call the ugly one," Dean muttered.
"Hm, never thought I'd hear you say that…" Sam muttered back
BA-BAM!
Dean and Sam's simultaneous gunshots echoed through the mountains, as two of the four werewolves fell to the ground, a bullet in their hearts. Enraged that their food was fighting back, the remaining two charged swiftly, easily dodging the bullets they knew were coming. The two brothers sprang into action, racing away from each other, forcing the wolves to separate.
Dean weaved in and out of the trees, making it harder for the giant beast to catch him, though it took him farther away from Sam. He panted heavily, sprinting to keep the claws and teeth that snapped behind his heels at bay. As a last ditch effort, he threw himself to the side, landing on his side as the wolf rushed past him. The wolf skidded to a stop and leaped into the air, anger driving a wild snarl out of its jaws.
With an evil grin, he yelled," Die, you son of a-!" BAM! It let out a terrible cry of anguish before it crashed to the ground, blood splattering the leaves. Immediately, the giant form shrank, fur receding into the skin, the muzzle shortening, to reveal a young woman, no older than twenty-five.
"Jeez, that bitch could fight." He grunted as he got up to check that she was truly dead. No pulse, no response.
He heard Sam yell and another gunshot rang through the air.
"Oh shit." He ran back towards the clearing, cursing his stupidity for leaving his brother alone. He burst through the trees, but quickly relaxed when he saw Sam standing over a human body, a good distance away on the other side of the clearing.
"Woah, you actually killed a werewolf! Way to go, Sammy boy, didn't know you had it in ya! Though your still a bitch for screaming like a girl." Dean said cheerfully.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Shut up, jerk, I don't need a babysitter."
"Could've fooled me…"
A sudden motion behind his brother caught his attention. His eyes squinted then widened with horror as he realized what it was.
Before he could shout out a warning to his younger brother, the werewolf tackled Sam from behind, slamming him into the ground. Sam huffed from the weight of the wolf, expelling the air out of his lungs, his gun flying out of his hand and bouncing off the rocks.
"SAM!" Dean yelled running to reach his brother in time.
Ha!!! Cliffie :p please review and tell me if its interesting, or if I should just keep the story to myself…
