Hi, everyone! This is a sequel to Brotherly Love. I am working with sammylover1215! She is the one who had this idea to do it and she also wrote this first chapter. We will be working together to write this story! Please enjoy!

Its been 4 years since the tragic hunt. Sam, Dean and John had forgotten it, moved on. They were driving up to Oregon, working on a believed werewolf hunt. Dean drove the impala, AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long, blaring on the radio as the car whizzed
/past trees. He beat his fingers along the steering wheel as he hummed to the song.

Sam sat in the passenger side, his mop of hair covering his eyes as he was looking through missing persons reports, dating back to the mid 1990's. Something bugged Sam about this hunt but he couldn't put his finger on it. He bit his lip as he glanced
/over at Dean and sighed setting the papers down. "Dean… maybe Dad was wrong… this doesn't sound like a werewolf." He said.

Dean turned down the music looking over at his brother. "Sam, we've been over this…. Each killing has been on every full moon. Their bodies were torn to shreds, body drained of blood… all signs point to big bad wolf." He sighed.

Sam looked at Dean and sighed. "Yeah maybe, something doesn't seem right, none of the missing persons or deaths are related, different states, religions, gender, jobs… the only thing that's nearly the same is their ages. They all are between 17 through
19."

He said shuffling through the papers again.

Dean took a deep breath and shrugged. "I don't know, but Dad's normally right about these things. Just wait." He said. Sam went to say something when Dean blared the music again. Sam huffed, shaking his head and looked out the window. He couldn't believe
/Dean was agreeing with their dad on this. Maybe I need to call Uncle Bobby, Sam thought. Sam believed Bobby would know something about this.

Hours later they stopped at a diner, for dinner. Sam got out of the impala and stretched. He pulled his jacket closer to his body as he shivered. Dean got out and glanced at Sam, watching him shiver he frowned, it was a hot day it Oregon, one of those
/rare days. He wondered if Sam was getting sick. Ever since the Kelpie accident Sam had been more prone to get sick. "Sam, you ok?" He asked

Sam looked over at Dean and sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said. Dean watched him for another moment and shrugged as he shut the door and walked into the diner, followed by Sam. They glanced around, Dean seeing their father in a booth he smacked Sam
/the chest and pointed, before walking over, Sam following suit. Sam slid in first, Dean sitting next to him as they looked at their father.

"Took you boys long enough." John huffed. Dean looked down then back up. "Sorry sir." He replied. Sam looked at his father and sighed. The waitress came up soon after and they ordered before Sam spoke up. "Dad, how sure are you that what we're hunting
/is a werewolf?" He asked. Dean groaned. "Sam, now's not the time." He said.

Sam huffed as John looked at Sam. "I'm sure. It's a werewolf." He stated. Sam sighed. "But like how? None of the hearts were missing, Werewolfs usually eat the hearts…" He said. John glared at him. "Sam, your brothers right, I'm right. End of Story."
/He growled. Sam bit his lip to stop what he was going to say and he locked his jaw and looked out the window.

Once there food arrived, John and Dean began to eat while Sam barely picked at his food. Dean upon noticing looked at him. "Sam, aren't you hungry?" He asked. Sam glanced at him and sighed. "No." He said and went back to staring out the window. He saw
/multiple people walk by. But what caught his attention was a man and women. They were down the street, hand in hand, though they stayed close to the buildings, out of direct sunlight.

They seemed normal, except Sam also noticed they were following a man. Dean watched him before looking at John, seeing their dad about to get upset, Dean spoke. "Sam, it was a long drive man, you need to eat." He said. Sam looked back at them. "I'll eat
/it later, I got to use the bathroom." He said pushing his chair out he walked back towards the bathroom and left through the back exit.

Dean and John looked at each other. "You don't think he's getting sick, do you?" Dean asked, worry hinting in his voice. John took a deep breath and he sighed. "Sam will be fine, stop babying him Dean. He needs to grow up." John grumbled. Dean looked
/at his dad and he breathed out and nodded lightly.

Sam followed the couple, closely as he saw them turn down an alley. Sam paused as he heard a scream, before he ran down the sidewalk and into the alley. His eyes widened in shock and horror at what he saw.

He saw the man he saw the couple chasing, was pinned against the wall, as he saw the female, sniffing him. He watched as she opened her mouth and he saw a second set of teeth ascend down, they were sharp almost like fangs. He saw the woman leaned in and
/bite into the mans neck, as the other man covered the guys mouth, covering a scream.

Sam never saw anything like this before, causing him to gasp. Which was a wrong move because the mans head snapped around quickly as Sam moved back out of sight. He turned and went back to the others.

When he got back to the others, he was pale and shaking slightly. Dean looked at Sam with concern. "Sammy, whats wrong?" He asked. Sam glanced at him and he took a shaky breath. "I don't know." He said. He honestly had no clue what it was. John grumbled.
/"Whatever, get your food to go, lets get a room, we hunt the wolf tomorrow night." He said

Dean looked at his dad with a hard look before looking back at Sam. He wanted to know what caused Sam to get so pale. They got their food to go and headed back to a motel. Sam immediately started researching about what he saw, hoping to find some answers.

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Well, here's the first chapter. Please tell me if you like it.