Supernatural pre-series - Rift : Teenchester : Sam is ten but Dean is fourteen.
Chapter 1 - Silhouettes
"Come on Sammy, just stay in the car!" Dean begged to his ten year old brother, "You'll make dad regret even bringing you-"
"But-" Sam tried with all his might to push past Dean to get out of the Impala.
Using his years of tactical training, Dean managed to keep little Sam inside, despite his struggling. "No buts, next time we'll have to leave you at the motel!" He growled over his brother, raising his tone to prove his point.
"Deeeeaaan" Sam whined, "don't leave me, I want to stay with you, please, please, pleeaassse!" He pleaded but to no avail,
"No Sam, you're too young to go on a werewolf hunt! It's extremely dangerous, you know that. These ones are hunting in a pack, they're a different branch to normal werewolves. That's why Dad called Bobby and Pastor Jim down here - different means we don't know and there is only so far research can get us. We'll be back before you know it and Dad will lock the impala so you'll be safe, okay?" Dean urged, they were losing moonlight. If they weren't able catch the whole pack tonight, they would only have tomorrow to finish the rest off; then be forced to wait another month in this dead-end town before there would be another chance.
Sam huffed, crossing his arms in a sulk as he laid down on the back seats of the Impala, "Fine! Leave me". Dean smiled, Sam was never able to stay mad at him for long.
"Sammy, Sammy" Dean laughed as he lent into the Impala and started to tickle Sam, who squirmed under his grip, face turning red as he held his breath trying not to laugh. A few seconds ticked past, in silence, as Dean waited for Sam to break. Then, his little brother's laughter ripped through the dark forest. John Winchester smiled, looking up from rummaging in the car's boot, to see his sons playing together.
"...De (breath) ...an... sto (breath)... p...I can't... (breath)... breathe" Sam choked out, giggling as he did.
"Stay here and get some sleep" Dean said as he pulled away,
"But I'm not tired" Sam lied, rubbing the corners of his hazel eyes.
Dean smirked, ruffling Sam's hair affectionately. "See you soon, Sammy" he said, waving goodbye as he closed the Impala door, followed swiftly by John shutting the boot and locking the car. Sam watched as Dean and John walked from his view to meet Bobby and Pastor Jim, his heart sank thinking of the lonely evening ahead. Fidgeting into a comfortable position on back seats, Sam began to drift.
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When conscious next reached Sam, it was to the 'click' sound of the Impala locks. 'Dean, Dad they're back!' he thought, pushing himself up in his seat. Only to look around and see nothing but darkness outside. No flashlights. Nothing.
'What?' was all Sam had time to think as the door seemingly opened on its own. Trailed by a scraping sound on the window behind him. Sam turned slowly only to see more darkness. Yet, when he looked closer a frosty handprint was the evidence something had been there just before; causing shivers to run down spine. Sam began to panic, "Dad! Dean!" he called out, "Pastor Jim, Bobby! Who's there?" - but there was no response.
The temperature began to steadily drop, until Sam could see his own breath condense in the air. Pulling his arms around himself for reinsurance, Sam took a deep breath to try and stop the increasing trembling.
But it was no use. He wanted Dean, he needed Dean to jump out and laugh at him for being afraid... to call him a girl. To fall to the ground with laughter and wither around like a beached fish. Then apologize by hugging him, telling him it was alright.
Dean was not here. He's hunting with Dad, Pastor Jim and Bobby. So, trembling Sammy slowly reached out, from the back seat, to the revolver on the dash board, loading it with silver bullets he found in the spare duffle bag by his feet. Shuffling up to the open door and once again, sealing the glossy, black frame; he locked the other car door behind him.
Out of the corner of his eye, something bleach ice and dark earthly in colour flickered past the window. Sam watched in horror as silhouettes shifted through the evergreen trees. Dishevelling the shrubs in their wake.
One. Two. Four. Six. He lost count of their numbers.
The more frightened, Sam began to feel, the more the silhouettes drew closer. Werewolves. He twitched in fear, reaching the tipping point. There was no way in hell, he could take on a entire pack of werewolves.
Icy tears, chillier than the air, danced down Sam's face as he searched outside the window. 'Please, please. I can't do this, I can't stay here but I can't out run them. Werewolves are so strong, they'll break the Impala's windows. I have to...I have to-' a menacing growl made Sam jump, draining the little colour left in his pasty face. Swallowing the bile in his throat, Sam cocked the revolver, tightening his grip on the hander because it was the single chance of his survival. He needed Dean, he had to get to Dean.
"Samuel Winchester" a soft, faint voice whispered through the trees - breaking Sam.
Waiting no longer, he bolted out of the car, in the direction where his Dad and Dean disappeared only hours ago.
More afraid to stay inside the car, forgetting why he never left in the first place. Fuelled by adrenaline. Dodging every tree, every root. Sam ran. Sam ran for his life.
A series of bloodcurdling howl's followed in pursuit.
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Scarlet Frost