All I knew is that I was dying.
Or at least that's what it felt like. I had been on a case with my brother and had gotten attacked. We hadn't been sure up until this point who we had been chasing, only that it was a werewolf. Sam and I had a lead in New York City on a renegade wolf that had been terrorizing the Bronx area. We were holed up in some crummy motel with pictures of some freaky looking birds painted on all the walls trying to figure out all the details on this wolf. When we found the first person of interest Andy who was the first victim's wife, she didn't seem to know anything just that her husband may have made a lot of enemies over the years.
"He was a business man, and a lot of people always thought that he was screwing them over" she said with a sob. "Although it was probably true I don't think any of that would cause somebody to do something so horrible!" She was starting to get hysterical. We asked if she knew any of the people that her husband may have wronged and she agreed to write us a list.
After she made a list of them for us, we went around speaking to all of them. Even after our search we still came up with nothing. None of the people she said were werewolves of any kind and they most certainly weren't the murdering type. The other victims' families were not of much help either they just went on about how they couldn't believe anyone could do such a terrible thing. The people that were killed all had one specific thing in common and that was that they were all businessmen that had wronged a multiple of their customers. To try to track down this wolf we found someone who perfectly fit the description, a traveling salesman named Martin that had been caught in a lot of fraud cases. We had been trailing him for a little over 4 hours when we had finally caught sight of the mutt. We had been able to follow it down an alleyway just as it had been about to attack. It caught scent of us quicker than we had thought it would, so Sam and I weren't ready. When it turned around we saw that it was one of the biggest wolves we had ever seen. This dude was almost the size of a house. It automatically leapt towards Sam and caught him off guard and kept him pinned to the ground within a matter of seconds.
"Dean HELP! I can't get loose!" Sam shouted as loud as he could. I immediately sprang into action, that protective instinct I have for my little brother kicking in. I already had my gun in hand so all I had to do was shoot.
"Sammy get down!" I yelled as I shot at the sonofabitch, but it leaped out of the way with Sam in tow, allowing the bullet to just slam into the wall. He was struggling and trying to get ahold of his gun, but by then it had skidded to the other end of the alley. The wolf must've knocked it away when he first grabbed ahold of him
By now I was totally panicked; wolves usually aren't this big of a problem for us. What was the difference with this one! I ran towards him guns a blazin', but the wolf knocked me out of the way like a little ragdoll. "Man this thing is strong" I thought to myself as I soared through the air. My head had connected with the brick wall that was painfully hard and thick with a loud crack and all I saw was stars. I heard Sammy hollering at me but there wasn't much I could really do at that point. And all of a sudden 3 or more wolves that had decided to come out of hiding. We had not been prepared for this to be a pack of wolves. All we thought was that one werewolf went rouge and that we needed to stop it. This wasn't just some random wolf killing people for the heck of it, it was planned. They came towards me and started to chew on me with the razor sharp teeth that they possessed. They just kept going at me and going at me until the one that had Sam pinned let out a really loud howl telling them to back off. They probably thought that I was dead already, and to be honest I wasn't quite sure that they were wrong. The Wolf that had howled seemed to be the alpha of the pack and he knocked Sam out in one hit. I would have yelled and panicked at the fact they hurt my little brother, but I was in pretty bad shape myself. They left me laying in the dark in a pool of my own blood. I could vaguely make out that they dragged Sam's now limp body away with them as they made their way out of the alley inhumanly fast. I tried to move but then everything just went black.