Oh Brother Wolf Where Art Thou?

Sam and Dean get called to some odd killings in Montana, only to be caught in the middle of a battle between a two witches. One decides to use the brothers as an ultimate weapon against the other…two controllable werewolves.

Takes place in season two a few weeks after "Heart." I do not own Supernatural, so please be a kind person and don't sue…

The cabin sat darkly on the side of the mountain, glaring forever at the town beneath it with anger and disgust. The women that peered out the window did just the same, her eyes were crinkled around the edged from years of smoke and hate distorting her once smooth and perfect skin. Her hair was a ragged grey mess with specks of dry blood littering it, her frail frame gave a false sense of security to the teenage boy and girl that were flat against that wall, sobbing in great fear.

"Please lady, we were just joking around, we didn't mean to offend you or anything, just let us go!" The scrawny boy with matted hair in his face whimpered sadly through tears, the girl just nodded, finding it to be the only part of her body she could move. The older women just stared out the window and as they looked to her reflection in the glass, they saw a wide grin spread across her face. She whipped around faster then one thought an old lady could move and they stared in fear at the sight of their crazy kidnapper. Her malicious grin revealed yellowed and black teeth, her eyes were and ice blue that seemed to glow in the dark room, it's only light coming from the moon that reflected against the snow outside. She raised her hand and the boy flinched in pain, the girl began crying harder as the woman approached her, the stare of those ice blue eyes making her quiver in fear like a rabbit about to be killed. The old hag began whispering something and the boy yelled even louder, his crys of agony piercing the cold night with an even more chilling affect. She slowly strolled toward the girl, whose eyes were clamped shut and her breathing ragged and uncontrolled, she was within centimeters of her face as she continued to whisper in her dark voice that sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, raspy and dry, yet chilling and dark. Her rank breath made the girl gag, made the woman giggle in glee like a child on Christmas morning. The boy had stopped screaming and the woman backed away from the girl and disappeared into thin air , she opened her eyes and searched the room to find herself alone in the dark. The clouds had covered the almost full moon outside causing the room to flood with a pitched black darkness. The girl breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath and calm herself as she searched the room frantically, she pulled at her invisible restraints and found them still strong. The wind whistled outside and the old door to the cabin loudly creaked open, the clouds cleared from the moon and an eerie blue light spilled in through the now open door way. The girl slowly raised her head and began screaming once again in fear as she saw her headless boyfriends body lying on the floor, his blood spilling across the floor like thick black ink. Outside the wind blew stronger carrying drifts of snow into the cabin, and the echo of an evil high pitched laughter…

In fire letters and creepy sounds

SUPERNATUAL

The Impala roared down the snowy road with a furious growl, it almost matched the shouting and yelling coming from the two brothers inside.

"Dean, it is a case worth checking into! Why are you so against it?!" Sams voice raised as he grew more and more frustrated with his brother.

"I'm against it cause there ain't no friggin' people in Montana, which means I get denied a night of good fun!" Dean said, keeping his eyes on the road, not really wanting to face his brother as Sams jaw fell open in shock and disgust.

"You can't be serious? You don't want to check out a case because there is a likely chance that there will be no hot chicks there, which means you won't get laid?" Sam said raising an eyebrow in both anger and hoping that what he thought Dean had said was false. Dean looked up and began nodding in certainty.

"Yeah, pretty much." Sam threw his hands up and sighed in anger.

"Were goin' to the frickin' town aren't we?! I'm just saying, for once I'd like to be called down to like Florida or the Carolinas or something! Is there something wrong with that?" Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples; being trapped in a car for this long with his brother couldn't be healthy.

"No Dean, I suppose not…" He looked back out the window and watched the snow covered landscape roll by beneath the almost full moon.

"So, what's the case run down again?" Dean asked after a few moments of silence had passed between the two.

"Odd deaths been reported around the small town of Norton, one man found with his heart cut out, another with his brain missing, a few people have gone missing without a trace. I'm thinking some kind of demon or witch that needs the organs for some kind of ritual, all the victims with missing organs have had clean, surgical like wounds and have no sign of struggle." Sam flipped through his research on the case, rattling off most of the facts to Dean so he could get an idea of what they were heading into.

"Sounds like some bad ass witches wantin' to raise a little hell, let's just not hope literally." Dean said flashing Sam a sarcastic grin.

"If it would get rid of you, then maybe." Sam said with dry sarcasm to his brother, Dean narrowed his brow and hit Sam on the shoulder as a sign of revenge to come.

"Bitch." Dean said simply.

"Jerk." Sam replied easily, he smiled and shook his head in defeat, this was going to be a long trip…