Takes place in season 1 after "Shadow" and of course it is an AU. The idea came to me when I was outside working, listening to Last of the wilds by Nightwish, so that's where the title comes from.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sam or Dean or anyone else from the show.

Warning: I'm sure there's gonna be swearing

The last of the wilds

The black Impala sped down an abandoned highway in the woodlands of Colorado. Inside, Sam Winchester was looking at several printed pages. His older brother was busy singing along to AC/DC's "thunderstruck" and driving.

The song ended and Dean's singing along with it. He turned to his brother with a smile showing off his teeth. "So, tell me about the case" he said while glancing back and forth from the road to his little brother.

Sam looked up from the pages "Have you already forgotten? I told you about it last night" he answered a little annoyed and dropped the pages onto the floor.

"Yeah you did," Dean dismissed "but I was too busy flirting up that fine piece of woman last night" he said dreamingly "heard you sayin' something about wolf's though" he said in an encouraging tone while glancing at his brother.

Sam gave him the classic eye roll and took a deep breath. "Well, the last couple of weeks, people have been found mauled, by what was described as a bear, but they found fur and saliva from a wolf on the victims."

Dean nodded and pursed his lips "So they were killed by a wolf?" he said glancing at his brother. Sam scoffed "Did I mention that their hearts weremissing?" their eyes locked for a moment before Dean's went back to the road.

"That's just plain weird."

Sam was about to answer when they finally drove into the town where the killings had happened. On the left side there was a huge lake with several houses on its shore. Dean grinned when he saw a bar with women swarming outside.

Sam spotted a motel sign and nudged Dean's arm and pointed at it, then continued explaining the case. "Well, it's happened before. They are only legends, but they describe the same, people being mauled by what could be described as a bear, but in the legends people usually claimed to have seen the victims get attacked."

Dean stopped the car in front of the motel and sighed in defeat. "Well, wolfs or werewolf's, either way we should check it out." He pulled the key out of the ignition and got out of the car followed by a grinning Sam. They both entered the motel and went to the clerk.

"A room please" Dean said casually and flashed a grin at the female clerk. Typical Dean, Sam thought to himself. The woman was at least forty, but still his brother just had to charm her.

"Here you go honey, Room number 15" she said with an equally charming grin and winked at him. Dean took the key from her, threw some cash onto the desk and they went to their room.

Later that night Sam sat with his laptop doing research while Dean was occupied watching re-runs of Buffy the vampire slayer.

"Man, that's the worst demon I've ever seen." He chuckled and received an eye roll from his brother. "Whaaat?" he complained, "It's true. Have you seen the vampires? They're even uglier" Sam scoffed and closed the laptop "If you don't like it why do you even watch it then?"

Dean turned off the TV and threw the remote at Sam's bed. "Cause there's nothing else to do in this god forsaken town. I've already been to the bar, but none of the ladies wanted to join me back here, which was the first clue to how much this town sucks." He was about o open his mouth to say something else about the town, but was interrupted by a siren wailing.

Sam strode over to the window and opened the curtain in time to see a police car speed by. He turned to Dean and swallowed hard, the older one quickly grabbed his leather jacket.

"Sam, we should bring guns, you know just in case." The younger man nodded and they grabbed their guns before they ran outside.

They followed a stream of curious people until they arrived at the edge of the forest where police had already gathered and held people on a distance from the mangled body that lay on the ground. Sam made his way to the front of the crowd, but a police officer stepped in front of him.

"Sir, please step back." The cop placed a hand on Sam's chest to stop him.

He was about to tell the officer he was a cop or something, but remembered they walked here, so he didn't have any fake badges. Next time, bring a badge, he mentally noted as he ran to the back of the crowd where he found Dean.

Dean saw his brother coming out of the crowd with a slight frantic expression. "Dude, did you bring a police badge or somethin'?" Dean checked his pockets, but found nothing.

"No, didn't you?" his brother shook his head. Great! How are we gonna get to see the corpse?

A movement caught Sam's eye and he turned around and looked into the forest.

"Dean," he tugged on his brother's sleeve and pointed into the forest where a huge gray wolf was watching them from in between the trees. It raised its muzzle towards the sky and howled before running into the forest.

Sam took off after the wolf with his gun drawn. He could vaguely hear Dean swear and hoped he was coming after him, but didn't try to figure out if he really was. He could still see the wolf in front of him which made his stomach knot. It was as if the wolf wanted him to follow.

He broke out of the forest into a big clearing in the forest, much bigger than the one with the latest victim. Moonlight was streaming down from the full moon, illuminating the place. It was as if it was taken out of a fairytale.

Completely green grass and a big rock in the middle where two wolfs stood watching him. He saw the wolf he had been following along side a smaller, white, yet huge wolf. Suddenly both wolfs began to snarl, showing off their teeth. The one he had followed jumped of the rock and sped towards him.

"Oh shit." Sam muttered before the wolf jumped at him.

"Why couldn't he just wait for me?" Dean panted as he ran through the forest. Of course he'd gotten lost after he lost sight of his brother, who by the way was much faster than him. He braced himself against a tree trying to catch his breath while looking around.

"Come on Dean, think! Which way?" he didn't have to think for long as he heard a familiar cry pierce the air, not far away from him.

"Sam!" he shouted and took off in the direction he had heard his brother.

A billion 'what if's' were running through his head as he ran towards where he thought his brother was. Twigs scraped his bare skin as he broke through the thick forest into what looked like a small meadow.

"Fuck!" he yelled when he saw Sam with a huge ass wolf on top of him chowing down on his right upper arm. He brought his gun up and aimed it at the wolf's head before pulling the trigger. The wolf howled in pain and jumped of his brother and ran off. It wasn't until then Dean noticed another wolf standing on a stone just watching, but it ran off with the other one.

Dean kneeled down by his brother's side and took in the damage. He couldn't see anything except blood and torn cloth around the wound and decided to wait until they were inside their room. Also Sam seemed to have hit his head, probably when the wolf attacked him, because he was unconscious.

"Sam, dude, wake up" he tapped Sam's cheek a little harder than intended, but it did the trick. Sam's lids opened and revealed confused hazel eyes.

"Fuck!" Sam hissed as he regained consciousness. The pain radiating from his arm was so intense. He brought his eyes to his older brother who looked freaked out.

"C'mon, we need to get you back to the motel." The thought of doing anything right now didn't sit to well with Sam, but he let Dean help him to his feet and resisted the urge to throw up.

With Sam leaning against a tree, Dean quickly shrugged out of his leather jacket and removed his flannel shirt. "This is gonna hurt like hell." He warned Sam before he tied the shirt tightly around the wound. Sam took a sharp intake of breath, but otherwise kept still.

The walk back to the motel was longer than Dean had first thought. At first Sam had been okay to walk on his own, but now Dean was almost dragging Sam along with him, blood loss making him weak.

"Oh thank God!" Dean exclaimed when they finally stood outside the motel. He sped up because he could feel Sam getting heavier and heavier. As soon as they got inside the room, Dean dumped Sam carefully onto the nearest bed and started roaming through their duffle bags looking for a first aid kit.

Something's wrong, Sam thought as he managed to sit up against the wall. It felt like his arm was on fire. Sure, he'd been hurt a million times and there was always a burning sensation, but this time it felt like the fire spread through his veins. A tremor ran through his body, but he was sure it wasn't from the blood loss. It felt different, just plain wrong.

"Dean, s-something's wrong," Dean whirled around to look at his brother. Sam was sweating buckets and he was shaking. Before Dean could do anything Sam yelled out in pain as his back arched, making him smack his head into the wall and a series of loud cracks could be heard.

Sam felt like his spine was breaking into small pieces, the pain made him bend backwards against the wall. He felt Dean drag him into a laying position so he wouldn't smash his head into the wall. He felt his ribs start to shift with loud cracks, followed by various other parts of his body. His hands clutched the bed sheets in a death grip, he didn't even register the pain it brought his arm by doing it.

Dean didn't know which part was worse, the sound of Sam's bones shifting around or Sam's agonized cries. He tried his best to keep Sam still, but he kept writhing and by now Dean was scared shitless. Then he remembered that they had morphine in the first aid kit and ran into the bathroom starting to search for it there since he hadn't found it in either of their duffle bags.

He ripped open the drawers in the bathroom and gave a huge sigh of relief when he found the kit. He rummaged through it and found a syringe filled with morphine then, ran back into the other room, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Sam?" his brother wasn't on the bed where he'd left him.

The sheets were hanging down on the other side of the bed. Dean swallowed hard and stalked towards the bed almost resenting the thought of looking behind the bed. Peering over the bed his eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock, "What the hell…?"

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