DISCLAIMER ** I do not own Supernatural or Spice & Wolf, nor any of the characters in these shows.** This is a fanfiction, so I don't own anything except for my OC.

This is a series of episodes where Nolita, my OC (no no please don't leave!) meets up with Sam and Dean to help with various jobs. Nolita is like Holo, and later on in the story she will have a flashback of one time she actually met Holo, in the sense that they are both these god-like wolves. Nolita holds the same view as Holo does with not wanting to be worshiped as a god, but plays a much different role as a wolf than Holo did that sometimes makes it seem like she can't deny her power.

Each episode takes place at a different point in the Supernatural series, and will be noted for spoilers if you have not reached that season yet.

Rated T for language and violence. Nothing to gory description wise, and there won't be huge bouts of profanity. [There might be pairings with OC and one of the Winchester boys, but I'm not sure which one yet. We'll just see how it goes. It's only if it seems appropriate and not something I intended on doing.]

Thank you for reading this as it is my first fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy. Okay, I think that's enough explanation. NOW...

Encountering the Wolf (1.1)

This episode takes place during Season 1. I don't have a place holder between episodes for it, but they stumble upon this job while they are looking for their dad. There might be a few spoilers if you haven't seen the first season, but if you have then none of the little bits of info I give will spoil anything too much as I will only supply information that was given in Season 1.

"Will you promise to help me make this city grow in music?"

[Austin, Texas]

At a bar on Sixth Street called Howls, a line of people stretched from the door down the sidewalk, anxious to get into the most popular music showcase in the city. The main feature for Howls was not the alcohol, but the chance to hear music from up and coming musicians trying to make it by being scouted. Scouts and music enthusiasts alike flocked to the crowded building hoping to get a chance to hear what band or performer the owner of Howls had picked to perform, because that usually meant they were showbiz material.

But underneath Howls, a deal was being made.

"We're supposed to be getting ready to perform." Eddie, the lead guitarist for the band The Metrodes that was the chosen band to perform that night, spoke to the woman on the other side of the altar. The altar was decorated with strange pentagrams and symbols surrounding it with candles and incense burning.

The woman wore a black hoodie covering her face and ignored Eddie by continuing to light the various candles.

"I thought you said you would help me get ready for this performance. There are music scouts out there and—"

"And you will be ready." She spoke sharply, stopping the green eyed, black haired boy from his incessant fretting. "Just shut up and do as you're told and I guarantee you, you and your band, no matter what band you play in, will win your audiences over with ease."

Eddie just stood there nervously watching the woman arrange the table with various bowls that had engravings on the side, some were full of liquid or powders, and one was empty. He didn't know what she was doing, but it reminded him of a TV show and thought it looked like some kind of ritual or black magic. How was this supposed to help him?

"What are you, some kind of witch?" He grumbled.

She paused and looked up at him briefly before giving him a smile and blowing out the match. "That's none of your business. Now where is the money?" She held out her hand to him. Dammit, he thought and pulled a smaller bag out of his backpack and tossed it at her. She opened it and took out a brick of money and smiled greedily at it. It was money he took out for his student loans, and though he didn't want to take it from that, there was no other way to get the money. However if this trick she does pays off it won't be a big deal for me to pay that money back, he sighed heavily. Ten grand seemed like a steep price to him, but there was no going back now.

"Ready to get started?" She asked once she placed the bag behind her in her purse and turned back to face Eddie.

"Let's just do this." Aggravation was seeping into his voice as he was nervous for his band's performance and also if he had been taken a fool of by this woman.

She procured a small dagger embedded with jewels on the hilt from a box and held out her hand to him. He took a step back from not only her but the weapon she held in her hand.

"Stop being a baby and get over here. I don't do refunds and this isn't for show. Now give me your arm."

Eddie slowly held out his arm to her, trying to fight the desire to run away from the creepy basement, and she grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards her and closer to the altar. She placed the blade on the skin of his forearm and pressed down and across, slicing the skin open and red liquid oozed from the wound. Eddie yelped and tried to pull back but she held fast to his wrist and didn't let go, letting the blood drip into the bowl beneath his arm. Once a few drops had splashed in it she let him go.

"What the hell do you—" He started to shout at her but saw her roll the sleeve of her hoodie up and draw the blade across her own arm. She shook a few drops of her blood onto the center of the pentagram instead of the bowl. Then she began to chant in a language he didn't understand. But as she chanted he suddenly felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed his chest over his heart as the pain worsened and he dropped to the ground. The chanting continued, unbroken, and Eddie found it harder and harder to get air into his lungs. The construction in his chest was so painful he thought he was going to die. He kept trying to gasp out cries for help but it was no use. He couldn't move, he was pinned to the floor grasping his chest, and he started to see the world tilt and go black.

All of a sudden the chanting stopped and the pain in his chest ceased. He gasped for air, taking in big gulps of oxygen, his lungs aching joyously. The black spots in his visions soon started to fade away and back to scene of Howls basement. When his vision returned fully he thought he saw a line of white light substance floating from his chest and over to the other side of the altar, but when he blinked it was gone. He slowly stood up and looked around the basement for the woman who had been chanting. He saw her standing in front of an old metal door that was slightly ajar. It appeared that she was talking to someone, but he couldn't imagine who could be in there. It looked like a closet door, and before he could ask who she was talking to she was closing the door. But not only did she close it, she placed a large wooden board over it to keep whatever was inside from getting out.

The woman slowly made her way back over to Eddie. "I think it's about time for you and your band to go on. If you don't hurry they'll wonder where you've been."

Eddie looked at his watch and realized they had less than ten minutes to be on stage. "I don't understand what happened. I don't understand how that helps me or my band at all! And on top of that you cut me!" He pointed to his arm at the wound that should have been there, about to demand his money back, but when he went to point at it he couldn't find it. The large bleeding wound that had been there not moments earlier was completely healed and didn't leave a trace of the spilled blood. Eddie paused and tried to conjure up some words but it was nothing but garbled noises of shock and lack of comprehension. He couldn't believe it had healed that fast.

"What cut?" The woman smirked. His eyes darted to hers as fear began to seep into his heart. He didn't know what she was or what she had done but there was some flight or fight response in him that was telling him to run like hell from the basement. He darted towards the exit, up the stairs, and onto back stage. As he ran he heard her call out, "Break a leg!" And for a second, he wondered if she would curse him and make him actually break his leg.

"Eddie!" A shrill voice called out and he stopped dead in his tracks. It was Amy, the lead singer of The Metrodes and his best friend. Her petite form ran up to him carrying his guitar and shouting at him. "Where have you been? We need to get on stage now!" She handed him the guitar and pulled him towards the stage where the rest of the band was waiting. He scanned the crowd for the woman in the black hoodie but couldn't see her. He wondered for a second if something she did would actually sky rocket The Metrodes career. Hoping that what he had just seen wasn't a fluke, and that his money wasn't wasted, he pulled the guitar strap over his head and waited for their drummer Tyler to count them off. The count off started: One, two, three, four…

[One year later.]

Outside of a small pizza shop in Mart, TX a black 1967 Chevy Impala is paralleled parked along the side of the street, and its usual occupant are inside of the restaurant eating pizza. Well, one is eating pizza while the other is occasionally taking a bite while researching on his laptop.

"Found anything yet, Sammy?" Dean, the older brother of the two Winchester boys, asked with a mouth full of pepperoni pizza.

"Uh… nothing much. Aside from some unusual cases of suicide, there isn't much to go on it seems." The younger yet taller brother responded, his eyes never leaving the computer screen as he reached for his piece of pizza. Dean had already eaten his half of the pizza and was looking at Sam's other three slices.

"Unusual suicides?" Dean asked, trying to keep Sam distracted from him reaching for his pizza but also kind of curious as it might be a potential job.

"Yeah, there was a woman in Houston who crocheted her own noose and then hung herself in her house, and a man in Dallas who cut his own legs off in his living room." Sam made a face at the description of the deaths but continued to search anyway, grabbing for his second slice of pizza.

"You think any of them are our kind of jobs?" Dean asked.

"No, and I'm starting to think Texas might be quite of the supernatural."

"Damn, and I was looking forward to eating myself away in barbeque while we worked a job." Dean complained and Sam shook his head that the reason his brother was upset was not because there wasn't anything for them to hunt, but because he wouldn't get to eat something he wanted. That was when an article caught his attention on his computer screen.

"Hey Dean I think I found something." Sam said after he read the article and did further research on it.

"What is it?"

"A man named Cal Ryder from Austin, TX, the lead singer for the band Yule that is a local sensation, died recently from a stroke at the age of twenty-three."

"A stroke? Isn't that a little young to be kicking the can in that way?"

"Yeah it is, but from what I can see from the coroner's report his heart was in the shape of someone in their seventies."

"Excuse me?"

"His heart appeared to have the same kind of damage and wear and tear that would put the age of his heart equivalent to that of a seventy year old. And there are several other cases in Austin and other cities surrounding it where people have similar diagnosis."

Dean thought on it for a moment before asking, "So, what's aging only their hearts?"

"I don't know. But I get the feeling it could be a job." Sam was a little eager to see what could be causing these deaths.

"Alright, well lets hit the road and get to Austin. Maybe check out where his band performed at and get some leads." Dean hopped up from the table and shrugged on his jacket.

"Hold on let me finish—" Sam was about to tell Dean to hold up and let him finish his pizza, but when Sam looked at the pizza dish his other two pieces were gone. He looked up and saw an amused expression on Dean's face as he turned to head out the door.

"Dean!" Sam called after him, and quickly grabbed his laptop and jacket and ran outside get his brother back for eating the rest of his food.

"Yes, I promise."