I'm Wolf Winchester and I have two brothers Dean and Sam. I was born a year after Dean, and Sam was born three years after me. Our mom Mary, and our father John, lived a very happy life until one night at our home in Lawrence, Kansas, tragedy struck.

It was a quiet night just like any other night in the old house but for the first time I heard something that startled me from my sleep. Dean was four at the time, I was three and Sam was just around six months old. I rolled over in the bed, blinking rapidly as I rubbed my eyes, looking at Dean who slept in the bed across from me. I knew that the noises were coming from Sam's direction of the house and I really wasn't in the mood to check on him like I usually did. I tried to wake Dean but he didn't wake, just slapped at me in the air and told me to go away, so I decided to check on Sam because at the moment I really didn't have anything else going on. Suddenly before I even got to the door dad burst in with Sammy in his arms. Dean was on his feet in a matter of seconds and I slipped past dad and headed for mom, wondering what was going on.

John-"Dean take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back. Go Dean, Go!"

I heard dad say before calling my name but I was already bounding in Sam's nursery to try and find mom. My eyes slowly fell to a pool of blood that was staining the white sheets on Sam's crib and they slowly drifted to the ceiling. I gasped in horror before screaming. Mom was on the ceiling; her stomach cut open, and her face contorted in agony.

Wolf-"Mommy!"

I screamed as the ceiling was suddenly engulfed in flames and I threw myself to the floor hard. I heard dad calling my name franticly and that was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.

20 years later

Now I'm lying on top of Dean's jet black 1967 Chevy Impala as he is inside a bar playing pool against some morons for cash. After mom died we were never the same, how could we be after having something like that happen to us? Dad became paranoid, thinking that evil was around every bend, so he taught us to hunt, to fight, and to take care of each other even if mom wasn't around to pick up the pieces. When Sam was 18 he left for collage at Stanford University and left Dean and I alone with dad. Dad was crushed when Sam left, accusing him of abandoning his family, and all of dad's anger was taken out on Dean and I. Not by abuse, but by working us harder than he ever had about hunting the demon down that killed mom, and we did our best, but it wasn't good enough for him. Dad up and left Dean and I a month ago, to start looking for the demon on his own, and now Dean and I are heading to Stanford to get Sam and continue our search for dad.

Oh I'm sorry, I really haven't told you anything about us yet. I'm Wolf, I'm 25, 5'8", and I'm a female just in case you were wondering. I'm independent, sarcastic, and lonely, but aren't we all? I have brown hair that is short, just above my chin, and green eyes. Dean is 26, 6'0", male, very sarcastic, egotistical, cocky, a ladies man, and this list could go on and on but I don't want to bore you into catatonia. He has light brown hair, which is normally in a fawx hawk, hazel eyes, and sharp cheek bones. Last but not least is the youngest of the Winchester gang, Sammy. He's 22, 6'4", male, intelligent, caring, empathic, and all three traits can be down right annoying at times, but he got them from mom and that's what counts. He has shaggy dark brown hair, green eyes, and a soft face which he also got from mom. Now back to the real story.

God Dean has been in there forever! I thought to myself as I lied on the hood of the Impala looking at today's newspaper. I flipped broadly through the pages, not really reading anything, but I suddenly stopped when an article caught my eye.

Newspaper-"Five killed. Murder claims witch did it"

I had just enough time to skim the article before Dean came out of the bar with a good amount of green in his hand. I looked over the top of the paper as he walked towards me, his usually cocky strut in full swing with every step which made me laugh as I returned my eyes back down to the paper.

Dean-"Please tell me you've found a job to get us out of redneck Iowa."

He said with a frustrated tone as he counted his money, seeing that he had been shorted five dollars on the last game but decided to let it go as he slipped the cash into his weathered brown leather jacket.

Wolf-"I think so."

I folded the paper in half before I chucked it at him. The paper hit him in the chest as he slapped it into him before it could reach the ground. Dean glared at me, giving me a warning to be careful with sitting on the hood of his car, but I just smiled playing with him.

Wolf-"Page A7 or A8. Five people were skinned alive in Salem, Massachusetts. All but one of them were boys, good kids, and with no form of trouble in their past. Until one night the girl, Cassie I think, was dared to stay over night in the jail that was used for the killing of women thought to be witches back in the 17 century."

Dean-"Are we talking about the Salem Witch Trails?"

Wolf-"Yeah, but I'm not done yet interrupter. When Cassie's friends heard her screaming they rushed into the building thinking that she was in trouble, but it was a trap, they were killed, and Cassie was the only one to come back out. Here's the odd part. Cassie said she was possessed by a witch who seemed to want the boys for something but when they didn't fit her standers she killed them. The witch's name was….yeah…that was a mouthful so I didn't bother reading it."

Dean rolled his eyes and turned the pages of the crumpled newspaper as I got off the car. He looked down at the very long name that belonged to the witch and tried to get his mouth around it, but like she had said, it was a mouthful.

Dean-"Countess Marguerite Isobel Thor…Thoe…Theor...whatever. You know what this means don't you?"

Wolf-"Nope couldn't even guess what it means. Dad must have failed when he taught us about this stuff after mom died."

I said sarcastically with a smile and got another glare from Dean.

Dean-"Alright smartass get in the car."

He said and smacked me in the back of the head with the paper.

Dean-"Ooops. Wolf you need to watch where you're standing."

Now it was my turn to glare as I opened the door to the Impala, finally used to the loud squeal it made from the hinges that needed oil, and slid into the leather bench. Dean always drives and there's nothing you can do to make him change his mind. Ever since dad gave him the car on his sixthteenth birthday Dean has drove it everywhere we went and he wouldn't have it any other way. Anyways, he started the car before closing his door roughly. I've always loved the loud rumble of the engine the moment you turn the key in the ignition, it reminded me of thunder. I slouched in the seat, folding my arms across my waist, and slowly drifted off.

(Nightmare)

Mom…She was burning, bleeding, screaming in horror and I couldn't move. All I could do was look up at her as her blood dripped onto my forehead, her arms reaching out for me just like that horrible night.

Wolf-"MOMMY!"

(End Nightmare)

I jerked awake with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest and sweat running down my brow. Dean, who was resting his head on his hand, looked over at me. I felt his eyes look me over before going back to the road in front of him.

Dean-"Still having those things?"

Wolf-"Yeah. Where are we?"

I asked as I sat up and whipped the sweat from my face with my jacket sleeve trying to get him to drop the subject.

Dean-"We're about a mile away from Stanford. Care to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?"

Wolf-"Nope."

I said simply and looked at him with a beaming smile before turning my head back out the window.

Dean-"Alright, whatever."

Dean said as he kept his eyes on the road, slightly angry that his sister wasn't caring to tell him what was going on with her. I looked over at him, knowing that he was upset from the blank expression on his face and the death grip on the steering wheel, but I would rather have him angry at me then scared for me. There was silence until we reached Stanford and Dean pulled into the parking lot of Sam's dormitory. We got out of the car, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. I heard some yelling, some cursing, and some running towards the door. The door was jerked open so quickly that my hair ruffled from the air being sucked passed it, and Dean and I looked up at a huge man.

Dean-"Uh Hi. We're here for Sam Winchester."

Guy-"SAM!"

He bellowed at what I thought was at the top of his lungs, not knowing he could go louder.

Sam-"What?"

We heard Sam ask from somewhere at the top of the stairs.

Guy-"PEOPLE ARE HERE TO SEE YOU!!!!"

Both Dean and I winced as his voice managed to get twice as loud as the first time. Dean put his pinky in his ear and twisted, making sure he was still able to hear now that his ears were ringing. I heard someone coming down the stairs and turn the corner.

There was my baby brother, who I haven't seen for two years. I smiled brightly as he walked down the hallway with an exited smile on his face and when he got to the door way he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me momentarily off the ground before putting me back down with ease. Sam flashed a quick smile to Dean, knowing they had left off on bad terms when Sam had left for collage and Dean was the kind of person to hold a mean grudge.

Sam-"Dean. Wolf. What are you guys doing all the way out here?"

I opened my mouth to answer but Dean spoke up before I could.

Dean-"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been back."

Sam's face dropped its happy exterior and went serious as he invited us in. Dean and I sat down on the couch, feeling a bit out of place considering we didn't go passed the eleventh grade on account of dad needing us. Sam opened his mouth when a girl called for him from another room. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sam-"Yeah Jess."

Jessica-"You said you were going to take a look at my car tonight."

Sam-"I'm kind-of busy right now."

Jessica-"But Sam you know I'm going to visit my parents tonight."

Sam sighed and went to push himself up off the couch when I got up instead.

Wolf-"I've got it Sam. Can't wait to meet this friend of yours."

I said with a smile, giving him a playful wink, and walked away.

(Dean's conversation)

Dean watched his sister go as he rubbed the light stubble on his face before turning his eyes back to Sam.

Dean-"I'm worried about her."

Sam-"Why, what's going on?"

Sam asked as he looked to where Wolf had left before he looked back at his brother.

Dean-"Ever since you left she has been having nightmares a lot and avoids conversations about them like it's the pelage. Then dad left and she just closed herself off from me."

Sam-"Well have you tried talking to her?"

Dean gave his brother an-are-you-kidding-me-look. He wasn't the caring and sharing type when it came to other people's emotions, besides Wolf wasn't the one to sit down and have a good cry on her brother's shoulder.

Dean-"Like talking to a smartass brick wall."

Sam-"So it's like having a conversation with yourself?"

Sam asked with a smile and shook his head back and forth. Dean let out a pretend offended huff as he bounced his left leg up and down slightly.

Sam-"So what about dad?"

Dean-"He left about a month ago, said he was going on a hunting trip, and I haven't heard a word from him since."

Sam knew when his dad went on a hunting trip it wasn't a normal kill a deer type trip, they hunted the supernatural, the things that couldn't be explained. Ghosts, werewolves, doppelgangers, black dogs, hell hounds, you name it they've hunted it. Sam hated it though, wanting a normal life that didn't involve seeing people butchered on account of a werewolf attack, so he went to collage to try and make something of himself, but his father nor Dean didn't see it that way.

Sam-"So why are you guys all the way out here?"

Sam asked for the second time, knowing Dean had avoided the question the first time when he had thrown the dad's missing card at him.

Dean-"Witch hunt in Salem. A kid clamed she was possessed, killed her guy friends, the usual."

Dean said with an even tone before he leaned forwards, putting his elbows on his thighs, and entwining his fingers together. He looked at Sam with a steely expression and that was all it took for Sam to know what was coming next.

Sam-"No."

Dean-"Oh come on Sam I haven't even asked you yet."

Sam-"I don't care the answer is still no."

Sam said. Dean stood up quickly, his hands falling at his sides and his face going angry. Sam had a way of pissing him off.

Dean-"Fine! You just turn your back on your family like you did when you came here!"

Sam-"I didn't turn my back on you Dean. I rebelled against what dad wanted me to do. I wanted to play soccer instead of learning how to shoot a gun. He threw me out Dean. He threw me out because I've got a mind of my own."

Dean-"And I don't?!?! Wolf doesn't?!?! Come on collage boy you're supposed to have all the answers."

Dean said with anger rising in his voice and his jaw muscle showing when he clenched his teeth. Sam stood up and towered over Dean, looking down at him but Dean wasn't intimidated. He wasn't going to let his little brother, who wasn't little by all means, push him around.

Sam-"I don't have all the answers Dean. I was just saying that…."

Dean-"Instead of doing something that would end up saving your life you wanted to go run around on a field and kick a ball back and forth. You see, that attitude, is why I always got the extra cookie."

Sam sighed, resisting the urge to make a remark about too many cookies were a bad thing, but instead he just decided to give into what Dean wanted because he wasn't going to let it go. He threw up his hands in defeat.

Sam-"Okay Dean. I'll help you with this hunt, I'll help you find dad, but you've got to promise to bring me back here."

Dean-"Oh Come on dude…"

Sam-"Dean..."

He said in a serious tone to keep Dean from cracking another joke to try and get out of something serious. Dean's smirk fell from his face, looking down at the ground before looking back up at Sam.

Dean-"I promise."

Even though his face was like stone, Dean was smiling inside, knowing that he had no intentions on bringing Sam back to Stanford.