Authors Note: Alright this is the first Supernatural story I've attempted. Please forgive any spelling and grammar issues you see. I had limited editing and reviewing on this. I do have ideas for where this is going. I will update as regularly and often as the muses allow. If this catches your interest and you want to be a bit more involved I do want to have a good betta reader for it. Thank you for taking the time to read, please enjoy and comment. That'll encourage me to wrap up the next part and get it up!
Fairfax Virginia, April 2015
"We're talking a Werewolf?" Dean questioned slightly disbelieving looking sideways at Sam. They were strolling down the sidewalk between plain looking red brick buildings. The woods pressed in on the campus in small strips giving the urban education center a rural feel. Only other sign this was a college campus was the maroon signs with white and green lettering in front of each building announcing it's name and the signs on them giving the donor's name. He eyed a couple of the young college students walking by. They were all engrossed in their phones or conversations not paying attention to the two older guys there having one of the strangest exchange any of them possibly could have heard. Dean tried not to fixate on how young they all looked.
"Yes, appears this particular one enjoys hunting college campuses and moves on after the full moon, I'm assuming to avoid getting caught, it hit south of here last lunar cycle and when I projected the next possible target this University was at the top of the list, I just finished talking to some of the security guys and some of the same incidents that occurred prior to the full moon at the last school have happened here," Sam confirmed for his older brother.
"Good cause I really need to hit something," the shorter haired one grumbled rubbing his right arm. Sam picked up on this gesture and frowned a bit. He wasn't exactly happy about hunting with Dean while they were still dealing with the mark. However it seemed to help when the eldest Winchester had something to focus on. He seemed to be better able to handle the effects if they were busy.
"Come on, let's get a bite and figure out where we're going to set up for the night, full moon is tomorrow so we've got to get this thing tonight," the taller one stated nodding to one of the nearby buildings they had seen food shops in.
"Good point, this may be a bit of a milk run but we want to be sharp," Dean easily agreed. The lighter haired brother relaxed a bit. As long as Dean still had his appetite he was doing fine. Now he could more easily focus on the job and figure out how they wanted to do things that night.
A few hours later…..
"Anything?" Dean demanded into his cell phone.
"You asked me that five minutes ago and nothing's changed," Sam's voice came over the phone from where he was patrolling across campus.
"Are you sure we shouldn't have called in more people, this is a large campus," the eldest brought up again.
"We talked about that, No one would have been able to get here in time remember," the logical one reminded him his weariness clear in his voice. They had been at this for a few hours and it was proving to be rather taxing. Especially with Dean being as antsy as he was.
"Right, call me the second you see something," the anxious one commanded and hung up. Hearing the beeping indicating a disconnected call Sam shook his head and pulled the phone away from his ear. Shoving the phone into his back pocket he continued walking along the path amongst the dorm buildings he was currently walking. They had decided one of them needed to stick close to there to defend as best as they could all the civilians. Sighing a bit Sam looked around himself. Even at this late hour students were still coming and going in small numbers. He just prayed that none of them became the next victim or got turned.
Continuing to patrol and try and sort out if and when this Werewolf would strike even Sam started to get a bit restless. His mind was turning over anything else they might be able to do to try and catch this thing tonight as he scanned the area he was walking. He had discovered a bit ago that walking around helped ward against the cool night air. It was only the start of April after all and still cool especially late at night like this. He also found he half appreciated half hated the well lit nature of the campus. While things on the paths were easy to see and keep track of it impacted his night vision and hindered him seeing anything hiding beyond the reach of the lights.
A shrill scream rent the air somewhere close by. It was quickly cut off and a light thud shortly followed. Sam charged off in the direction of the scream drawing his gun. Safely stowed in the chamber were silver bullets. All he needed was a clean shot at this things heart and it was going to be over. More importantly he needed to get over there to hopefully save whoever it was that had screamed. He caught sight of a pair of legs wearing black jeans with black sneakers just on the edge of the light of the closest light post. This was a wooded area of the campus paths and the lights were a bit less effective here. Rushing up he finally got close enough to see even in the dim light the dark figure of the monster on top of the college student starting to cut and tear. Firing off two rounds the creature jumped position and roared at him. He saw where its arm had been grazed.
"Damnit!" He cursed. The creature rushed off into the blackness of the woods along the path. Sam rushed up on the figure laying upon the ground. It was a female with shoulder length wavy brown hair wearing a Breaking Benjamin shirt and a black zip up long sleeve sweater over it with blue jeans and black van sneakers. Sam wondered why she hadn't zipped it up. She was a tiny thing and he spotted a Nightmare before Christmas satchel bag a few feet away. Kneeling next to her he quickly inspected her injuries. She was breathing, there were nasty scratches along her side and arms but he didn't see any bites. As long as they got her help soon she would be fine, traumatized but fine. Hearing running footsteps Sam's head snapped up and he reached for his weapon again. Registering it was just Dean joining them he relaxed.
"You get it?" he called.
"I only grazed it, took off that way into the strip of woods," Sam relayed pointing.
"Stay with them, I got this," the eldest practically commanded not slowing down and rushing off after the werewolf. Sam shook his head and pulled out his phone. Once he had Paramedics on their way he started ripping up her shredded long sleeved shirt and binding up her arms. He wanted to slow the bleeding and he wanted to destroy as much evidence of what really happened as he could. Finished with that he grabbed her bag and carried her over towards the main road.
Dean charged through the slim strip of woods the campus had allowed to remain following the path the creature had cut. He stopped spinning around. The trail had suddenly stopped and he was trying to figure out what the thing had done next. It was essential they stop it otherwise they would just be here again tomorrow trying to save another college kid. Unless they managed this before the moon started waning next month they would be somewhere else trying to bag this nasty. Slowing a bit he noticed claw marks on a tree and froze stomach sinking. Looking up he saw glowing eyes before the thing roared and leapt down at him.
Dean threw his arm up bracing himself against the impact he was facing. Three shocks went through his body as three shots rang out. The creature that was falling on him was pushed back and landed with a thud just a foot away from him. Staring at the werewolf he watched as it melted back into it's human form having been killed. Head snapping up Dean looked around for the source of the shots. A young female appeared her curly black hair pulled back into a pony tail with a few strands hanging free. Her weapon was drawn and green eyes laser focused on her kill. She was wearing a three quarter length black leather jacket over a light blue shirt with black jeans and combat boots. Assured that her shots had indeed found their mark and done their job she glanced over at Dean.
"Are you ok?" she inquired eyeing him over.
"Yeah, thanks I guess," he looked back over to the creature and saw the tight grouping of three over it's heart. He was slightly impressed she had gotten that good a grouping from the distance she must have been at. Not to mention it was falling as she shot at it.
"Dean!" Sam called running over. Both Dean and the girl looked over to him. Sam paused and looked between this strange girl and his brother. His eyes then alighted upon the dead werewolf. That's when they all heard radio chatter and heard people entering the strip of woods searching.
"Oh Shit," the girl spat and put the gun in a thigh holster before turning and running. Sam and Dean watched her rapid disappearance before looking at one another. They didn't wait more than a beat after that before following her example and taking off quickly themselves. At least in that one respect they could limit their involvement with the authorities. Safely back in the impala and making their way off the campus and back to their hotel Sam looked over at Dean.
"Who was that girl?" he questioned curious.
"Beats me, sure as hell knew what she was doing though, snaked my kill," the marked one grumbled.
"I'll pull the schools roster, perhaps we'll get lucky and she'll be registered there," the technologically inclined one stated.
"It's worth a shot, it would be nice to know more about who that was," the more action oriented one agreed.