Chapter 1
As always Sam and John were fighting. Sam thought the beast they were hunting was a werewolf, John thought that it was a wendigo. Sam was going over the hunting pattern and comparing it to the last werewolf they trio had hunted. John was comparing the hunting pattern to the last wendigo they had hunted.
"Why don't we just prepare for both of them?" Dean was always the one to solve the problem.
"No, Dean. I'm telling you it is a werewolf."
"Fine, I will hunt for a wendigo with Dean, and you Sam can go hunt for your werewolf!"
John was so mad he could start swinging at his youngest son. Instead he gave Sam a challenge. He was expecting Sam to back down and agree with John. But Sam was always full of surprises.
"Fine, I will hunt the werewolf myself."
John watched as Sam grabbed the pistol and loaded it with silver bullets, then slide it into the back of his pants. Then Sam grabbed a flashlight and was ready to walk out the door of the run down hotel they were in. Dean had tried to talk Sam out of leaving, but Sam was one stubborn cookie. As Sam walked out the door, Dean turned to his father with pleading eyes. "C'mon let's follow him."
"He'll be fine. It's a wendigo not a werewolf."
Dean couldn't argue with his father so he began packing the necessary materials to hunt and kill a wendigo. After all of the materials were packed in the duffel bag, John and Dean went out to the Impala and threw the bag in the trunk. Dean got into the passenger seat, he was still worried about Sam. What if he was right and it was a werewolf? Sam would be all by himself and he could get hurt. The Impala left the motel parking lot headed towards the woods.
When John parked the car, Dean noticed another car parked not twenty feet away. It was an old truck. And if Dean knew Sam, which he did, Sam had stolen that truck to get to the woods. John and Dean made their way to the trail that all the hikers had disappeared on.
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Sam walked out of the shabby hotel room. He saw an old truck with its window down, and decided it would be easier to fet to the woods if he had a car. He had the car running in a matter of seconds and was driving down the road towards the woods.
He parked the old truck so it could not be seen from the road. And got out. He pulled out his flashlight and headed towards the trail. He knew that werewolves would be out at this time. He pulled the pistol from his waistband. As he walked through the forest he heard a scream. Running towards where he had heard it, he came across a big meadow. There in the middle a young woman laid completely still. When Sam reached the motionless woman, he felt something breathing down his back. When he turned around, he had to look up in order to see the beasts face. Inside Sam was proud, he was right, it was a werewolf. Sam stumbled backwards and tripped over the lifeless woman. His gun fell out of his hands.
The werewolf took its chance and pounced on-top of Sam. He felt the monsters claws rip into his flesh. His side was burning where the monsters claws had made contact. Then monster was momentarily distracted as the woman stirred. Sam took that moment and reached a hand out to his gun. When his hand wrapped around it, he felt more claws on his abdomen. He couldn't hold back a scream of pain. Then, Sam raised the gun to the monster's chest, before it could strike again and fired. The monster fell limp on top of Sam. He swiftly threw the werewolf off of him and checked on the woman. She had no pulse. Sam was sad that he was not able to save her, but he had to burn the werewolf's body.
Sam pulled out the little flask of lighter fluid and dumped it on the werewolf. He pulled out his lighter and lit the monster on fire. He grabbed his gun and his flashlight and headed back towards the trail. As Sam walked he could here someone walking up the path towards him.
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John and Dean made their way up the trail. The night was quiet. Then they heard and gunshot. It came from the opposite direction that they were headed. Somehow Dean knew that it was Sam. As they came closer they saw smoke rising in the meadow. Dean was proud that his little brother had been right and he even managed to kill the beast by himself. Dean only wondered where his brother was.
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Sam saw his brother and father enter the meadow. He walked out and started to head towards them. He was taking his time because his abdomen burned where the werewolf clawed him. Luckily the werewolf had not ripped his jacket. He zipped it up so Dean and John would not see his wounds. He wanted to rub into his father's face that he was right, and he would not be able to do that if he was injured. As Sam walked towards his family he locked eyes with Dean.
Dean was so happy to see his brother. He seemed to be unharmed.
"Hey Sam. So you took down a werewolf all..." Dean couldn't finish his sentence, because as Sam drew nearer he saw the blood on his brother's jacket. "Did you get hurt? Let me see." Dean reached out to unzip Sam's jacket but Sam jerked away. Which he immediately regretted because a wave of pain shot through him, but he shook it off.
"No Dean. I'm fine. It's just the werewolf's blood, don't worry."
"Good job son." With that John turned around started the short hike towards the Impala. Sam and Dean followed. When they arrived at the Impala, Sam was feeling light headed. No doubt from the blood loss. He was greatfull when they reached the shabby hotel. When they entered the room Sam put the pistol on the table and grabbed his duffel bag.
"I'm going to take a shower." With that Sam disappeared into the little bathroom. Sam pulled out the little first-aide kit he kept in his duffel. He decided to shower and then dress his wounds. He knew that most of them would need stitches, but he didn't know how to stitch his own wounds. After his shower, Sam wrapped gaze around his whole abdomen. Covering the six large, deep cuts.
When he emerged from the bathroom, John was gone and Dean was watching TV.
"Hey princess, I thought you would be in there all night."
"Haha, very funny, Jerk!"
"Bitch."
Sam climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED