The rain fell steadily across the road and forest during the night. No cars were to be heard this time of night. Except one, coming down the lane, a little above speed limit. The all so familar engine rumbled as it drove. A 67, black, 4 door chevy impala with two men in the car. Brothers Sam and Dean Winchester were on their way home from their last case, the ghosts entrapped within a house. They couldn't wait to get back to the bunker and relax for a while.
Or at least, they thought they would relax, about 2 miles into the forest was a subtle wood cabin, only one dim latern was lit. The rain poured on to the rooftop, the patter heard from inside was comforting. Then a shattering sound was heard as the lamps glass broke as it impacted the floor, the flame quickly went out and all was dark. All that could be heard was the rain, until a growl of anger was heard and a crash. A myterious male figure stood to his feet and brushed off debri. The one who had pushed him into the wall stood back up themself, a female. While it was hard to see, it was obvious she was injured, but not scared. While the man got to his feet, the girl booked it to the door and outside, running directly for the road. The man soon followed behind with an increasing speed which was not human. For he was a beast. A werewolf to be exact. The girl still kept distance between them as she race towards the road, hoping to find a car that would stop and take her before he could catch her.
The forest seemed to go on forever, but the girl soon had ran out into the road and stopped to turn, and see if the man was still close behind. Lights soon drew up on her, before she could turn and see what it was, she heard the screech of wheels braking and felt an intense pain as the vehicle impacted with her slightly. She tumbled to the ground, but did not seem fazed. Her hands were now scraped and some blood dripped from her mouth. She spit that out and looked over towards the car, the lights shining bright.
Two figures stepped out, one seemed agitated and looked over the car first to see if there was damage, while the other checked on the girl. "Hey, are you ok? What are you doing out here this late? What happened to you?" question after question he asked, she shook her head slightly and stumbled over her words. It was painful to speak after all she had been through this night. The man seemed to understand and proceeded to introduce him and his friend. "I'm sam, this is dean. We didn't see you. Do you need help?" before she could try to speak, Dean spoke up. "She shouldn't even be out here, there is literally nothing out here except trees." he spoke with an irritated tone, rain water dripped off his face.
The girl tried to at least speak her name, but before she could, the man who she'd been running from showed up, he instantly noticed the two guys, recognizing them. "winchesters..." he muttered with a growl. The girl panicked seeing the man, and reached towards her shoe pulling out a knife as the man came towards them. She thrust the knife at his chest, and daggered him right in the heart with the silver blade. Dean stood there looking in shock, not sure what to say, seeing that she was an obvious hunter, and that was a werewolf. Sam was the same. "uh, um maybe we should get you to a hospital. We can talk later, we need to move." he hurridely stuttered out before picking the girl up, not asking whether she wanted to come or not. He placed her in the backseat gently before getting back in the passenger and dean in the drivers seat. He sped off into the night.