a/n: this is from my other account supernaturalfan17.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL. JUST A FAN.

A is for Amarok

Fourteen year old Sam Winchester leaned back against the nearest tree. He and his family were in Dolin, Georgia, in a large forest. Over the past two weeks six hunters had been killed, their corpses left in pieces on the ground. All had been hunting alone at night.

Sighing, he picked up his gun and quietly made his way deeper into the woods. At first their theory had been a black dog, but Sam had done more research. Inuit legend tells of an Amarok. Amaroks are giant wolves that hunt those that go out hunting alone at night. It fit the description perfectly. But, of course, John wanted more proof. So, Sam did even more research. He found out that this area didn't have many wolves, yet wolf hair was found around the areas where the hunters were last seen and dog teeth weren't powerful enough to chomp all the way through a bone. Wolves, however, had a better chance at it.

So, here Sam was. In the middle of the night, hanging around waiting for a giant wolf to attack him. John and Dean were waiting not too far away, just in case the youngest was onto something. Their father agreed that Sam might have a point only to humor his son.

When something cracked behind him, he spun around to empty air. Knowing he'd heard something, he shone his flashlight around the area. Nothing. Staying on high alert, Sam continued walking. Every few moments he'd sweep the light around him. After doing this multiple times, he resumed walking forward but stopped and had his light fixed on the thing in front of him.

Dean watched the shining light move around in a circle…again. He knew Sam must have heard or seen something. The eldest son was tired, but forced himself to watch his brother and look around for any signs of danger. They were out in the woods at midnight to test Sam's theory. Dean knew his dad didn't believe any of the research Sam had done. So why had they come out here?

"Because he just wants to be proved right." Dean muttered under his breath. He loved his dad, but sometimes the man made him so angry. Suddenly, the light shone in one place.

John Winchester rolled his eyes as Sam's light kept moving around where his son was. Paranoia. Sometimes John wished Sam was more like Dean. Didn't argue, followed orders after the first time they were given, great fighter, no back talk, fantastic hunter. Sure, Sam was a smart kid, an okay fighter, but when it came to hunting Sam never seemed to give it his best. And he was always finding the simplest things to argue about. It was driving John insane. He continued to watch his youngest when the light stopped moving around, and pointed straight ahead at where Sam was. Of course, he couldn't see it, though. They had to stay far enough apart where it looked like they were hunting alone and not together. John noticed his son wasn't moving from his position.

Sam swallowed and barely dodged the giant wolf. He flew to the ground just in time to keep his left arm from being torn off of his body. As quick as he could, he got up and aimed the gun at the wolf. Before he could shoot, the Amarok had rammed into his chest and he was flung into a tree.

He looked around for his gun, but saw it and his flashlight lying six feet away from him. The Amarok came bounding towards him. Waiting for the last second, Sam rolled out of the way while the dog ran head first into the tree. Sam focused on getting towards his gun rather than on the pain in his chest. Getting up and running, he slid to his gun and fired three shots. All three shots were followed by loud painful howls.

As soon as Dean had seen the flashlight stop, he ran as fast as possible to his brother. "Damn it Sam!" he cursed the whole way. He made it just in time to see his brother shoot the dog three times. One in the head, one in the torso area, and one in the leg. The Amarok fell to the ground and let out a few howls before going completely limp. Dean ran over to his brother, who was having a little trouble breathing, and helped him sit down.

Dean picked the flashlight up and tugged Sam's shirt up a little.

"Man, you're gonna have some serious bruising." Dean laughed in relief. It could have been a lot worse.

"Tell me about it." Sam closed his eyes as his breathing evened out.

"Boys, you okay?" John questioned, shining his own flashlight which he'd had in his pocket around the small area. He noticed the giant dog, dead, and his two sons on the ground.

"Fine, sir." Dean and Sam said in unison. But Dean continued on, "But Sam's gonna have bad bruisin' Dad."

"Alright, well let's get outta here." John went over to his children and helped the youngest up.