A/N: Hurray my first chapter! Please don't be too nasty; this is my first (and quite possibly last) attempt at a Supernatural Fan fiction! Anyway enjoy if you can!
I don't own Supernatural…but I'd be very happy if I did!
Haunted.
Chapter 1 Werewolf.
(Sam's POV)
Sam was sent flying across the room, slamming against the cave wall and landing in a crumpled heap soon after. He groaned and shook his head struggling to shift the black haze that was trying to consume him and stood up, leaning against the wall for support. He peered into the gloom looking for the enemy but only making out faint outlines of rocks and boulders and bones. Note to self; abandoned caves are abandoned for a reason! Sam shuddered unwillingly and began to limp into the darkness he had to help Dean he had to help him destroy this son of a bitch werewolf before it could turn any more people to its kind.
A growl behind him followed by a string of deep curses stopped Sam in his tracks. Spinning around he ran, ran towards the snarling and the grunting and the fighting, with each step hoping that his brother was all right. An angry and pain-filled shout echoed around the deserted cave and Sam quickened his pace, stumbling in the gloom, searching frantically for Dean.
Sam finally came through the tunnel and found himself face to face with the very thing he was trying to destroy. He backed away frantically searching for a weapon, a rock anything that he could defend himself with but found nothing. He looked up at the werewolf and immediately regretted it. The animalistic being grinned back down at him, its jaws dripping with saliva eyes glinting with the lust for bloodshed. Soon Sam found himself backed up against the wall of the cave. Dammit I need help.
"Dean! Dean help!" He called recklessly. When he gained no response his heart sank, silence meant Dean was probably unconscious or dead. Sam prayed it wasn't the latter.
The werewolf howled then tossed its head back causing Sam to clap his hands over his ears to stop the noise. It looked back down at him bearing its teeth and raising one of its bloodied clawed hands to strike Sam when a gunshot echoed through the cave. The beast's eyes widened the pupils dilating before plummeting backwards to the grimy floor revealing the slumped figure of a man pointing a smoking gun where the werewolf had once stood.
"Dean." Sam breathed thankfully. Sam ran forwards to his brother, taking in his appearance. He was slightly hunched to the side, clutching his left shoulder where Sam could see blood flowing freely. "You're hurt." It was a statement rather than a question and Sam moved to support him. Dean swatted Sam's hand away before turning his gaze upon him.
"I'm alright." He replied gruffly " What about you? You ok Sammy?"
"It's Sam and yeah I'm fine. But Dean you should let me look at your shoulder."
"Back at the car, its too dark in here. Now come on lets get outta here before we eternally stink of rotting flesh. I myself don't want my baby smelling of no rotting flesh!" Dean said lightening the mood slightly before limping away. Damn, does that man ever think of anything but his precious car? He smiled and shook his head before running after Dean.
The two walked in a companionable silence out of 'another godforsaken cave' as Dean had put it and into the forest. The sun was beginning to rise, and the light bleared into the boys eyes. At least they could see again. Being in the darkness for over three hours then stepping into bright sunlight was not fun. Sam glanced at Dean, Damn; he looks worse than I thought.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes Sam I'm fine." Dean sighed exasperatedly annoyed by Sam's constant worrying. Although he did have good reason to, after all, Dean had been inches from death little over three weeks ago. Ever since the reaper, Sam had kept a close eye on his brother he didn't want him getting hurt again.
"Come on, we're nearly to the car, I'll fix up your shoulder in no time."
"Yeah." He muttered
Within minutes the two brothers were stood next to the Impala. Sam strode to the trunk of the car, searching for the medical kit.
"Where the hell is it?" he growled into the trunk angrily.
"I'll be fine, I bandage myself up in the motel." Came the seemingly unperturbed voice of his older brother. Sam stuck his head out of the car to glare at Dean, only to find him sat on the front of the car, slumped, head resting wearily in his good hand. He sighed.
"No I'll find it." He said and went back to searching. "Ah! I've got it!"
"Great…" Dean drawled with sarcastic excitement. Sam walked around to the front of the car where Dean was sat and glanced at his face he was pale, probably from loss of blood.
"Take off your top." Dean looked up at this, amusement sparkling in his green eyes.
"That sounded wrong, on so many levels Sammy." He laughed.
"Shut up Dean." Sam smiled waiting for his brother to remove his blood ridden T-shirt. When he did however, Sam wished that he hadn't. He swore loudly.
Apparently Dean had become a punch bag for some demon that he didn't know about. He cringed, looking at the sight of his bruised and bloody torso. He had to have broken some ribs, as already dark, purple bruises had begun to form on his tanned skin. But also what confused and slightly scared Sam was that there seemed to be older wounds and bruises that he didn't know about some that seemed to have been there for weeks, maybe months. Sure their work was dangerous but in the last few weeks the brothers hadn't come across anything that had caused that much damage. Or had they? Sam noticed Dean would get hit or thrown into something but would never show any pain, so he would assume he was all right. God what've I done to him?
Dean coughed to show him that he was waiting for Sam to continue. He shook his head numbly and turned his attention to his shoulder. The sight of the loose flesh that resided there made Sam want to vomit. Now that was gonna hurt for a long, long while! He took out some antibacterial wipes and bandages, first wiping away the excess blood, only to cause more to seep out. Dean winced and looked at Sam.
"Just stitch me up already doc, or I'll be bleedin' to death on this very nice lookin' car of mine." Sam just nodded trying to ignore the amount of blood that was pouring from Dean's shoulder and onto Sam, but he began to sew the skin together with the knowledge that if he didn't and stopped to throw up, Dean would probably die or kill him for being sick either on or near his car. He continued to 'stitch him up' as Dean had called it so lightly staunching the blood flow every now and then with spare bandages. When he finally finished stitching he used the antibacterial wipes, the remove the excess blood. The sting caused Dean to wince slightly as Sam couldn't stitch some of the smaller cuts up but he smiled at Sam sliding off the car. He wobbled slightly leaning against Sam for support before limping over to the passenger seat of the Impala.
"Thanks Sammy boy. You know, maybe you should have been a doctor instead of a lawyer!" Sam smiled and shook his head amazed at Dean's stamina. "This is only time you're drivin' my baby!" He warned before opening the car door and sitting down with a sigh.
"Thanks for trusting me with your baby." Sam said putting the medical kit in the trunk of the car. He walked back to the drivers seat and sat down, looking towards Dean who wore a look of disbelieving.
"I'm not trusting you to drive my car, I'm trusting that if you hurt my car, you'll start preparing your funeral!" Sam laughed and started the engine.
"Don't worry, I'll try not to hit too many trees on our way out." Sam laughed as Dean growled at him, before driving away from the abandoned cave.
"So, have you got any ideas for our next gig?" Dean asked breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I was researching this one place in Dakota, strange deaths, unexplainable you know?" Sam responded.
"Dakota? Near Minnesota?"
"Yeah. You been there?" Sam queried stunned.
"Once…just once."
To be continued
A/N: Yeah! First chapter finished! I hope you guys like it! Press that lil' purple button and let me know!