Author's Note: So, I didn't like how the plot had turned out. Some things in the story happened a bit too quickly in my opinion, and I think Sam and Jacob's relationship should've developed differently than it originally did. So, I'm pretty much going to have to rewrite the whole thing. I've already rewritten this chapter, but I'll need time to rewrite chapters 2, 3, and 4. That'll take a while, especially when I have other stories to work on.

Eight years, if he remembered correctly, is about how long it's been. Before Standford, before once again becoming part of the family business, Sam could remember a time where his life used to be so normal. Or close enough to being a normal life, anyway. So much had changed in just three of those years, so much that hunting and killing creatures like those vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, demons, angels; it all seemed so normal compared to what has become of his life now. Which is why he left. After all, how he could explain what had happened to him not long ago?

The best he could do was save Kevin, find Kevin's mother, and take them home after using magic to hide and protect them from demons and angels that would've been after the prophet. Although, they placed they called home now happened to be a place called "The Bunker", a place full of information collecteed by a group known as the "Men of Letters". Sam is actually one of the only Men of Letters alive, with Dean most likely being just gone.

Sam didn't know what had become of his brother and his friend, Castiel, after Dick Roman had died and exploded. He had literally searched the entire world, killed people who were a part of the British Men of Letters; enemies of the American Men of Letters, and he had searched Heaven and Hell, but there was no sign of either of them. Hell, he managed to search the entire universe, even other universe of the Supernatural Multiverse, but he still didn't find them. They were just gone, practically erased from existence.

However, Sam managed to take it much better than he did that one time Dean had died in the alternate timeline, when they were dealing with Gabriel, who they thought was just a trickster. Back then, he went off on his own, didn't return Bobby's calls, and just hunted whatever he could find. Though that didn't seem different than what he was currently doing, it really was something else. He figured, without him in his home universe, Kevin and his mother, as well as so many innocent people would be better off. He'd check in, of course, and fortunately for him, the creatures seemed to have forgotten about him.

His world and it's people were safe. The only threats were the creatures that the average hunter could handle. So it didn't matter that he was now in another universe, in another multiverse. No one from his world would ever find him here. And besides, this place was great. He had search the news for hours, and he had found nothing even remotely close to unexplained deaths, and there were no hunters in this universe, either. It was perfect, somewhere he could finally settle down after all he had been through. Dean had his freedom, why can't Sam have his? Despite knowing it, he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was the one who sacrificed so much, the one who was so selfless, the one who always tried and didn't give up in the end. He didn't admit this, because not only did he think it sounded arrogant, but also because he knew that Dean always tried, too. But really, Dean could've done better.

Still, he missed his older brother dearly. He's been drinking a lot, trying to deal with it. But alcohol had lost its detrimental effects on him after he's changed. It wasn't an ordinary change, because he was no longer human. What he was, was something he had not encountered before. Something no human, or any mortal being would ever stand a chance against. Everything he knew about the supernatural was nonsense, completely false supernatural. Every creature he had ever faced was practically just a human with a few minor enhancements. How the so-called 'angels' and 'demons' thought so highly of themselves, but really, they were as weak and pitiful as humans. Nothing more, but sometimes even less.

None of it mattered, now. Sam had complete control, he could detect evil; a very useful ability, and it'd be so much easier for him to hide than before. Then again, he was in another universe, so how could he not hide? It's not like he'd need a fake ID or anything, as long as he stayed in the right place. And that is exactly why he had come here to Forks, Washington. The place was rural enough for him to avoid any unwanted attention, and the forest near it would definitely be a good place to hide in.

From what he had heard, the place near it called "La Push", was a Native American reservation, and there was apparently a story behind it, a legend. He hadn't look into it, but if he heard right, the Quileute tribe were descendants of wolves or something of the sort. Whether or not it was true didn't even matter to Sam. If they wanted to hurt anybody, they would have done it by now. Still, the mysterious animal attacks meant something. But after sneaking into the morgue, he knew it definitely wasn't wolves. The scent he caught was strange, definitely not something he would've found in his home dimension, but whatever caused these deaths wasn't around anymore.

There had been a scent similar to it somewhere around Forks, possibly from the same species, but someone else. Someone who wasn't hurting anybody. But since the culprit wasn't around, it didn't matter to Sam. He'd come all this way to keep the people in his world safe, and to finally have a better life. Should it all start up again, he'd look into it. But for now, he wanted his freedom.

So when he wanted to relax, he decided to go to La Push Beach. The place was so beautiful, Sam had wondered when was the last time he had even been near a beach. Being there made him feel free, like he could finally live his life.

As he walked on the sand, he didn't pay attention to anything other than the sight of the water and the smell of the ocean. He'd been so focused on it that he had almost bumped into someone.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay."

When Sam looked at who it was, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw that the boy was tall, about as tall as him. Sam, of course, was still taller, by at least three inches, making him 6' 10". The teenager was also fit, having the physique of a peak human, something that was incredible. But what caught his attention the most was the smell. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't human. Still, Sam sensed no evil from this guy, so he wasn't concerned.

"You new here?"

Sam blinked when he realized that the boy was still talking to him. "What?"

"I said, "Are you new here?" I haven't seen you here at the beach before."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm from out of town."

"Where're you from?"

"Lawrence, Kansas." Sam lied. "Are you from the reservation?"

"Yeah." The other nodded. "Name's Jacob, by the way."

"Sam Winchester." Sam replied. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." Jacob said.

"What can you tell be about the legends?"

Jacob paused, clearly not expecting the question, but he answered nonetheless. "Well, as the legend goes, my tribe and I are descendants from wolves. According to it, our ancestors could transform into wolves in order to protect ourselves from threats."

"And what kind of threats would be so dangerous that a tribe needs the protection of wolves?"

"Um," Jacob looked away. "Well, supposedly, they transformed into wolves to protect the tribe from vampires."

Sam nodded. "Vampires? Interesting. What are these vampires like in the legends?"

Jacob, however, didn't want to continue. "It's just a story, Sam. Nothing really interesting."

Sam knew that was a lie, but he decided not to force any answers from Jacob. "It was nice meeting you, Jacob."

"You too. Maybe we'll see each other again?"

Sam nodded. "Maybe." Once Jacob was gone, Sam sighed. "He's a wolf, alright. Maybe not a werewolf, but definitely supernatural. What am I gonna do?"

After leaving the beach, Sam had to face a tough choice. Either leave or stay. The problem was, he really didn't want to leave. He didn't know why, not entirely. Something was pulling him here, pretty magnetic. The feeling was strange, but it wasn't a bad one. It felt like a sense of... longing. There was something here that his soul so deeply desired. It was something he had wanted for a very long time, yet something he could never truly have, considering how his life used to be.

It was stressful to even think about it, and to think, he needed time. But it also helped to transform into his true form. The feeling of the wind in his fur and the force of being propelled by his strong legs usually helped clear his mind of any unwanted stress. Everything felt so easy, so simple. But most of all, he felt alive. He knew that the being he was now was simply the being he had been for all of eternity, and now, he had set his soul free once more.

This had given him so much enlightenment. He now knew who he truly was, who he always was. And it wasn't just the truth about himself that he now knew, for he also knew so much more about the supernatural, each and every universe. The knowledge could be incomprehensible to mortals, and even some of the lower tier supernatural beings. It was likely that even the shapeshifters and vampires of this universe had no knowledge of any of this.

The things he could do were almost limitless, now that he had immeasurable levels of speed, strength, intelligence; most of all being his inability to die. Nothing could kill him now, and he was virtually invincible. The only thing that could defeat him now were members of his family. His true family, anyway. So far, though, they just weren't around as far as he could tell. That was good, because some of them were just unreasonable.

Before he could continue on, something caught his attention. In the distance, in what looked like a meadow, he could see a girl. Judging by her emotions, she was filled with despair, and what also felt like loneliness. It made Sam's heart ache, so he decided to see her. However, just as he was about to transform back into his human form, he noticed that the girl wasn't the only one in the meadow.

Not too far away from her was a vampire of this universe. Sam could tell the vampire was unlike anything he had seen in the Supernatural Universe before. This one was colder, with probably diamond-hard skin. It would explain why there were no hunters here, because no human could stand against just one of these beings.

There was a conversation going on between the girl and the vampire, so she obviously knew who he was, even said his name. The conversation didn't make much sense to Sam, and it got more confusion when the vampire, Laurent, mentioned people called the "Cullens", whoever they were. Next thing he knew, the girl, whose name was Bella, tried threatening him, saying that someone named "Edward" would know it was him that killed her. And then he heard one last name, someone named "Victoria", and Sam could only assume that these two people were enemies at best.

"...she would do it slowly, while I'll make it quick." Laurent said as he stood so close to better, getting ready to kill her.

Regardless of whatever was going on, Sam made his presence known as he shot out of the trees and knocked the vampire aside. He ignored Bella's gasp as he stood over the fallen vampire. When Laurent looked into the eyes of the massive canine above him, he could only stare his shock and horror before was soon on fire. Laurent couldn't even get up as the unnatural fire quickly incinerated him completely, leaving only a pile of ashes where he once was.

Knowing that the girl was out of danger, Sam glanced over at her, trying not to look threatening as he slowly walked over to her. Bella seemed to be frozen with fear as she looked into his eyes, the eyes that had fire where the pupils should've been, with black backgrounds. It seemed to work, as Bella looked like she was actually calming down. Slowly, but definitely.

Sam was about to move closer, just to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her. However, the two were interrupted when a growl was heard. Looking to his left, Sam could see multiple larger than normal wolves appear. It took only a moment for the former hunter and Winchester to realize that these were the wolves of the Quileute tribe, the ones meant to combat vampires, which explains why they were here.

The one who seemed to be the alpha had black fur, almost like Sam, but the wolves were smaller than him. Sam himself was over three times their size at best, and his strength and speed were superior. He didn't want to hurt them, especially when none of them were evil. But if they attacked him, he could seriously hurt them if he tried defending himself.

But instead of attacking, they just stood their. Their mouths hung as though they were in shock, possibly because of Sam's appearance. That's what he thought, until he could hear their thoughts.

"That's the guy Jacob imprinted on?"

"He's huge! And scary!"

"What the hell is he?"

Then he heard a voice that was all too familiar.

"Sam?"

His eyes widened as he looked over at the russet brown wolf. And when he looked into the wolves eyes, he saw the same pair of eyes he had seen back in La Push.

"Jacob." He whispered in a deep, almost demonic sounding voice, which caused the wolves to be shocked even further. They obviously didn't think he could speak verbally in that form. But before they could even think, Sam turned around and began running off. However, he could hear Jacob chasing after him. It was strange, because he feel himself instinctively holding back as he tried to run away from the wolf.

"Sam, wait! Please!"

Hearing him plead was too much for Sam, so he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the much smaller canine. He could see something in Jacob's eyes, and when he saw it, he realized what imprinting meant.

"I won't leave you, Jacob." Sam reassured. "I just need to go for now. I'll be back by tonight, I promise."

"Wait!" The wolf yelled just before Sam could make his leave. "What are you?"

One last time, Sam looked over at Jacob, then he spoke. "I'm a hellhound." And with that, he was gone.