A/N: This is a remake of a previous story that I had difficulty writing and overall disliked, and now I am much happier with the result and am thinking of updating around once a week if possible. As said in the summery, Dean never went to hell so he was never pulled out by Cas, and in this story most of the angels are instead werewolves. Also the werewolves in this are different from the show in that they are more in control and can choose to shift whenever and can shift completely into a wolf for which looks like a normal wolf except for being close to twice the size and having (occasionally) odd colored eyes opposed to a normal wolf's yellow-amber.

Chapter help song: I Was Once, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps a Cowboy King – Asking Alexandria (Would not recommend reading and listening to this at the same time, it would be a bit… disorienting, but songs like this help me write well for some odd reason.)

Word Count: 1, 595

Currently no Beta helping, so all mistakes I have full responsibility for.

"Come on Sammy, can't you find something more interesting? It's been ages since we've had a good hunt. And that sounds like a job for animal control not us." Dean spoke over the roaring engine of the Impala and the blasting AC/DC coming from the cars speakers.

"An unusual amount of large wolf sightings that same time there's a huge spike in missing persons not 'interesting' enough for you?" Dean could practically hear the bitchy frown in his brother's voice, and when he turned his gaze from the asphalt to his brother, and yep, there it was right on his face.

"I'm just saying it's not really getting' me excited, and we have gone down this road before Sam, remember Maine?" Dean watched as his words only served to etch what was quickly becoming a full blown bitch face on his brother.

"That was a while ago, and it's not my fault some weird lumber jack decided to breed freakishly big wolves that fit a werewolf's description." Sam muttered. "And would you watch the road before we crash into a tree."

"I would never crash baby; ye be of little faith." Dean teased, and pointedly kept his gaze on Sam a while longer before finally returning it to the road, feeling his usual smug satisfaction seeing the 67' Chevy had not drifted from the center of the lines at all.

Not that it particularly mattered, they were in the middle of nowhere on some back woods one-way road surrounded by evergreen trees, even if he hadn't saw the welcome sign miles back Dean would have known they were in Washington.

"Alright, fine, where's the town closest to the sightings and has the highest missing persons?" Dean finally relented, he was in a pretty good mood and since Sam was offering up nothing else it seemed like this was the only case for now, and it was better than driving aimlessly until they found something.

"The town's only an hour or so from here, it's called Misty Falls the population in only a hundred or so."

True to what Sam said it was only a little over a hour before they passed a wet rotting sign that said the name of the town. Or at least that's what Dean assumed it said; most of the sign had unreadable.

As they rolled into the town a steady drizzle pattered against the hood of the Impala, and Dean felt a slight frown tug at his lips; this seemed like a ghost town only a few buildings and houses here and there separated by trees.

When they finally got to what seemed to be the 'heart' of the town he saw only a few people walking down the sidewalks. A small grocery store, a worn looking diner, two gas stations and a few small businesses was it; Dean felt something in him start to die when he noticed a lack of anything that looked like a bar.

They cruised on till they found a fluorescent sign signaling there was occupancy. Pulling in it was obvious this was not a normal motel, there were a few cabins surrounded by the thick dark forest that seemed to be taking over the small town.

They went and checked in quickly, only making a little small talk with an older woman who evidently lived in the biggest cabin before getting the key to their cabin.

"Man, did she have to give us the farthest one?" Dean complained as they carried their duffel bags down the little gravel trail that led to their cabin which was nestled in a clearing in the woods only a little over hundred feet from the parking lot, though still gave off that 'all alone in the woods' vibe.

"I'm surprised they have this, I thought we'd have to be camping out or in the back seat of the Impala with a town this small." Sam spoke mostly to himself; Dean was only half listening as he fumbled around with the keys before finally unlocking the cabin door.

Entering the cabin Dean was assaulted by a damp musty smell and greeted to the sight of two plush looking beds, a TV, a table with a couple chairs and another doorway that looked like it led to a bathroom.

He dropped his duffel on the bed closest to the door and walked back out into the rain to grab some of the weapons that should probably be cleaned from the Impala so he'd have something to do tonight because he got the feeling the TV wouldn't be all that reliable.

After everything was settled in Dean glanced at the red glowing digital clock and decided by the hunger in his stomach that it was time to feed the beast.

"Alright Sam, let's go check out that diner, I feel like I haven't gotten a good meal into me for days."

Sam who was messing around on his laptop - how he managed to get Wi-Fi in a place like this Dean had no clue – only gave a nod before finally tearing himself away from the computer.

It took only a few minutes to drive from the cabin to the old looking diner, pulling into the small parking lot there was only a couple other cars there.

They walked in and got seated and Dean's stomach started making noise as soon as the smell of food hit his nostrils.

As they sat the two brothers went over what they knew so far and Sam added a few more details.

"While you were messing around with the guns I looked at the local news papers website and found that three more people have gone missing in the past week that was not reported in the paper I'm reading." Sam's voiced was hushed, though he was easy to hear. The only other people besides the staff were a couple at the counter and a group of people in a large booth but they weren't making a whole lot of noise.

"What and no one is looking into it? That's what? Combined with the ones you said earlier seven missing persons."

"Well, sometimes people around here just pick up and go on hunting trips or something and no one has turned up dead."

Any farther conversation was cut off when the waitress came up with their orders, a salad for Sam and bacon burger for Dean. A small smile of satisfaction quirking his lips Dean started wolfing down the burger and fries.

They kept conversation light after that, and the only thing Dean thought was mildly odd that happened was when the group from the back got up and left Dean had noticed they were all pretty elite looking.

He noticed the two men at the front of the group seemed to still be in a heated discussion, one of them had dark skin and a haughty air about him and the other had messy black hair and a dirty trench coat, though neither paid any attention to Dean as they passed by.

Dean simply filed it under 'weird mountain woods people' and turned his attention back to his younger brother and his own burger.

It wasn't long after that they got out, paid, and went on their merry way to the store then back to their cabin.

Sam did research for the remainder of the evening as the grey sunlight faded into night, and Dean cleaned, sharpened, and fixed their various weapons that needed any maintenance.

Dean had already started drifting off to sleep when it began suddenly. Outside of the cabin was the haunting and surprisingly loud sound of a lone wolf howl. It was enough to get Deans head to snap up and to look at his little brother.

"It sounded a mile or two away, it-"Sam stopped talking suddenly when the original howl was returned by two or three other ones.

"What do you think that chances are that it's just a normal wolf pack?" Dean asked after a moment, and scowl started to form however when more wolves or possibly werewolves joined in. Quickly it got to the point where there was to many to hear separate wolves, and although the noise was muffled by the distance and the cabin walls it was still loud enough to be heard easily inside.

"No wonder everyone looks so tired here if this is what happens every night." Dean muttered, but couldn't help but shiver slightly as the gravity of this settled in. Looking out the window he saw only the black forest beyond. It sounded close to a hundred separate wolves out there, as far as he knew werewolves and hell, wolves in general didn't travel in packs that big.

"Goddamn I hope those are just wolves and we don't have to deal with this." Dean turned back to his brother who also looked slightly concerned at this point.

"When are we ever that lucky?" Sam replied quickly as if he had been expecting a comment like that. "I'll see what I can find about behavior like this, but I'm pretty sure these aren't wolves. The howls sound to low anyway, remember how wolves have a higher sounding howl than werewolves."

"Yeah, I remember." Dean threw himself back onto the bed. "There's nothing we can do right now though. I'm getting some shut eye." Dean muttered around the pillow, the first part more to himself than his brother.

Covering his head with the spare pillow Dean found it helped somewhat, and within minutes we slipped into the black abyss of a dreamless sleep.