Bitemarks And Bloodstains


Chapter 1


Sam and Dean have been following the trail of a very destructive werewolf for three nights. It was a slippery bastard. It was smart, and knew what they were up to. Sam and Dean began to worry, they only had four more nights to track this beast down and pump it full of silver.

They've been in Dillon Montana for five days already with no luck. They didn't even know what the werewolf looked like. If it was male, female. Nothing. All they knew was that last month the week before the full moon, people would go missing, and then a few days later were found with their hearts ripped out of their chests.

Now, Sam and Dean were just leaving the latest victims' apartment. Her name was Sadie Monroe, a college student on summer vacation. Apparently, she was walking home from a bar two nights ago, and was never seen again. Until this morning anyway, the landlord was taking out her trash when she smelled rotting flesh coming from the dumpster. She called the township, and they came to investigate; finding twenty one year old Sadie Monroe with a gaping bleeding hole in her chest.

As they made their way to the Impala, they talked about this particularly frustrating case. "Maybe it's a new breed," Dean joked, "a werewolf ghost." Sam had rolled his eyes at the comment. "Not likely." He replied.

Dean had made his way to the drivers' door, and Sam to the passengers' when he suddenly heard a trash can fall over. Sam pulled his hand away from the handle and signaled for his brothers' attention. Dean must have heard it too because he was looking in the direction the noise came from.

Sam pulled his handgun from his waistband and clicked the safety off. He held it in front of him defensively, and Dean did the same. Dean made his way in front of his brother, and walked to the mouth of the alleyway with Sam at his heel.

They froze and nodded at each other once. Then they ran into the alleyway toward the knocked over trashcan. Dean pointed his gun at the can, and then to his left, and then to his right. There was nothing in site. Sam kept his eyes on his brother, but never lowered his gun.

Dean sighed and clicked the safety back on his pistol, and placed it back in his waistband. He looked at Sam with a warning glance and mouthed, "Cover me." Sam nodded, and then shifted his eyes all around the alleyway.

Dean knelt down in the pavement, and lowered his head to the mouth of the fallen can.

He jumped slightly when a white cat hissed at him, and then ran off. "Holy –"

Sam couldn't help but lower his gun, and then burst into a fit of laughter. Dean grunted as he made his way to his feet. "Ha, ha." He said mockingly.

Suddenly, there was a low inhuman growl coming from behind Sam. He froze as Dean made his way for his gun. Sam never had time to think; the werewolf flashed at the back of his neck, and then kicked his legs right from under him. He toppled over, but rolled onto his back quickly so he could see his attacker.

She was an older woman, possibly in her early thirties. She had short red hair, and her eyes were indeed animalistic in the sense that they were blue, with the irises outlined in black, and her pupils were vertical slits. Almost like a cat. Her fingernails were long, and sharpened, they curved at the end which made them look more like claws. Her teeth were elongated, and sharpened into fangs.

She roared as Dean shot her in the shoulder. She grabbed at the injured arm, and then sneered. She suddenly pounced on Dean, and knocked him on the pavement. She pried his gun from his fingers, and then tossed it away.

This gave Sam enough time to grab for his own gun and point it at her. Unfortunately he couldn't get a clear shot, and he didn't want to take the chance while she was on his brother.

So he went for plan B.

He made his way to his feet, and grabbed at the back of his neck where she had slashed his skin. He pulled his hand away and sure enough his blood was on his hands. He then began rubbing his blood up and down his other arm. Never once letting go of his gun.

"Hey!" Sam cried to get her attention. It worked as her breath hitched, and her head turned toward Sam. She smelled his blood, and he knew it. She eyed Sam's piece warily, but then she rolled off Dean with lightning speed, and pounced on Sam with a roar before he could even ready his gun. As he toppled over, his gun fell from his hands, and skidded to Dean's side. "Damn!" He swore. The werewolf seemed pleased.

She opened her mouth, and roared with pride as she eyed her prey beneath her.

"Sam!" Dean screamed as he grabbed for his brothers' gun.

The werewolf lowered her head, and Sam raised his arms over his face protectively. He nearly screamed from the pain as her fangs sunk into the flesh of his arm. A groan escaped his throat, and then a loud 'bang' was heard.

She pulled away from Sam as the shot was heard, but that was the wrong move because that was only a distraction shot. As she raised her head, Dean quickly took aim, and shot her right between the eyes.

She roared, and then convulsed as she fell on top of Sam.

Sam was in shock, he couldn't put together any real thoughts. This hunt had just gone as bad as it could possibly get.

Dean crouched beside Sam, and then shoved the dead werewolf off his brother, and then pulled him into a sitting position. "Sam, you okay?" Dean questioned cautiously as he saw his brothers' bloody not wounded arm, and then his bloody wounded arm.

"D-Dean." Sam stammered, as he held his wounded arm. "Sh-She bit me."

Dean eyed the bleeding wound on his brothers' arm, and then it clicked in his mind what this meant. He looked up at Sam with wide eyes.

Sam was so screwed.


Story number 2! Haha. First werewolf fic. Lemmie know what you think.