Bad Moon Rising

Chapter one

Three hunters drove away from a town, sure that they had cured it of its supernatural problem. The oldest one driving the car while the middle son took the passenger seat and the youngest in the back of the classic black 67 Chevy Impala. The father was talking to the older boy, and the younger one was content to try and get some shut eye. The hunt had been a trying one, but they had kept it together and saw it through to the end. They had just killed off a pack of werecats, and it had taken some doing to accomplish it. It had taken them longer than normal to find out who was a cat and who was not.

Dean Winchester was more than happy to have finished with that hunt, it had taken more out of him energy wise than most hunts did. Glancing into the back seat, he chuckled at the site. His younger brother was sprawled across the seat, sound asleep. if the hunt had been tiring to the seventeen year old it had been downright exhausting to the thirteen year old in the back seat.

"I have never been more glad to have finished a hunt than I am now." Dean said turning to face the front of the car and the long winding road that was ahead of them.

"Tell me about it" John said "I was told there was only supposed to be a few werecats around."

"I wouldn't call twelve a few" Dean said feeling like strangling the hunter that had given them that information. They had had done well to escape with the few scratches and the minor concussion that Sam had.

"I saw that stupid cat fling Sam into that tree and I about peed myself" Dean said "he's lucky he didn't end up worse off."

"Yeah next time we go up against a pack of werecats Sammy is staying behind." Glancing at his watch, he noted it was time to wake Sam up.

"Get your brother up" John said as he continued on down the road.

"Concussions are a bitch" Dean muttered as he turned around and shook his brother awake. Sam groaned and swatted at Dean's hand. His head really hurt like hell. "Hey we have to make sure you didn't slip into a coma" Dean said chuckling at his grumpy little brother.

"I'm not but you will be if you don't let me sleep" he groaned opening his eyes to slits to glare at his brother.

"He's alive" Dean said laughing and turning back around in his seat.

"How are you feeling?" John asked concerned about his youngest that had only wanted to sleep since they had left the town of Somerset Kentucky.

"My head hurts like hell" Sam said slowly sitting up, moaning quietly.

"Good reason to avoid the trees next time" Dean said joking though he was partly serious.

"I couldn't help it, that werecat was stronger than I expected" Sam muttered raising his hand and scratching at his head.

"It's safe to say next werecat hunt should there be one, you're staying behind." John said he had always been a little tough on his boys but it wasn't because he didn't love them. He didn't want to see his boys get caught unprepared for the supernatural.

Sam didn't say anything just closed his eyes and laid his head against the cool window. He felt rough and was glad to be getting away from that town. He breathed in deeply and slowly let it out, sleep tugged at him, lulling him into the unconsciousness. Even so something nagged at him, something he had been missing. On the hunt Sam had been sure there had been more than twelve werecats, but when the three hunters had found the area in the woods they'd been hiding in, he watched as one had slipped past and had left the clearing. He hadn't told his father what he had seen. He had just proceeded to help them start shooting the werecats. Until one had slung him into a tree of course, and then he had forgotten all about the one that had gotten away. After that he wasn't sure what had happened, just that he had woken up in the hotel where they had been staying. It hadn't been long after that, that they had left and were now on the road to who knew where. Sam wanted to ask but was too tired to open his mouth and give voice to the question.

Dean looked over at John, he was more worried about Sam then he let on.

"Should we have taken him to the hospital? He seems prone to falling asleep pretty easily." John shook his head.

"He'll be fine, we needed to beat it out of town." He couldn't shake the feeling Sam knew something about the hunt they had just came off of. While he didn't want to grill his injured son, he needed to know just what it was Sam knew.

"But I have the feeling there's something Sam isn't telling us" John told his oldest as he spotted a sign for the next exit. They were far enough away they would be able to stop and rest. Glancing over his shoulder at his sleeping brother Dean remarked.

"Don't think you want to start trying to get him to talk now" Sam was indeed once more sound asleep, with his mouth slightly open and drool running down his chin. A soft snore was coming from the injured boy who had no clue he was being watched. John looked in the rearview mirror, the sight of his boy visibly relaxed tugged at his heart and made him wish that this wasn't the life they had to lead.

"I'll let him sleep off the concussion first, I'm not heartless" John said pulling into a cheap motel.

"Never said you was" Dean quipped as his dad parked the car in front of the office.

"I'll be back. Why don't you see if you can get your brother conscious long enough to get his stuff and get ready to go to our room." John said stepping out of the car, Dean nodded and proceeded to reach over the seat to shake his brother awake.

"Come on brother dearest" Dean muttered shaking Sam harder when he didn't respond. "Don't make me come back there, I swear if I have too you'll sleep on the floor for the next month." Sam opened his eyes slowly and stretched wincing at the tightness in his muscles. It felt like they had been in the car forever.

"Where are we?" he asked even as he reached up and rubbed his head.

"Lexington KY" Dean replied as their father walked out of the office and back towards the car.

"I figured we would be out of state by now" Sam said as John got in the car and started the car and drove to where they would be parked in front of their room.

"That hunt wore me out just as much as it did you two" John said parking the car and getting out. Sam feeling a little sick to his stomach followed suit. He was glad they had stopped; he didn't think he could take another minute in the hotel on wheels.

After getting their things out of the car they proceeded to follow their father into the room.

"I have dibs on first shower" Dean called making a beeline for the small restroom leaving Sam and John to lay down the salt lines by the windows and door.

Sam had just laid down on the bed furthest from the door, when John walked over and sat down on the bed.

"I don't know why but I keep getting this feeling there's something your not telling me" John said "I wanted to let you sleep but something is telling me that's not such a great idea. So is there anything you have to say?" Sam swallowed he figured John would know that something was up, he always had. He still hadn't figured out why he'd just let that last one walk. It wasn't like him but the moment he'd met her eyes there was just something that had said let her go.

"There was more than twelve werecats" Sam said slowly knowing that what he had to say would piss his father off. "one of them got away."

"How do you know one got away?" John asked curious as to how his son who was supposed to have helping kill the shifters had known about the one left.

"Because I saw her leave" Sam said looking down at the floor.

"You what" John said slowly not believing what he was hearing. "You let it walk knowing that it was going around killing people? How could you? you were supposed to be helping kill them not letting them get away." he shouted angry that there was still another werecat on the loose.

"I can't explain it" Sam stammered he had always been afraid of his father when he was angry. "It's kind of like I was bewitched."

"Never heard of a werecat bewitching anyone" John said standing and glaring at his son. "I think you're just using that as an excuse to cover the fact you let it go. If more people die by that shifter their blood is on your hands" he stormed out of the motel room slamming the door behind him.

Sam stared at the door, knowing his father was right, there was no way he could have been bewitched because werecats simply didn't have that kind of power. He felt even worse as Dean came out of the bathroom clad in only a towel. He took one look at Sam and knew he'd gotten into it with their father again.

"So what's the problem now?" Dean asked ruffling through his bag for some clean clothes.

"I let a werecat get away" Sam replied wincing when Dean turned and stared at him.

"What the hell?" he asked "How could you have let that happen?"

Sam shrugged he didn't feel like explaining himself especially since Dean wouldn't believe him anyways.

"Don't give me that there is always a reason for messing up" Dean said going back into the restroom to get dressed. Sam could feel the waves of disappointment rolling off his brother and he wanted to cry. He never really minded disappointing his father because nothing he ever done was the right thing anyways. Disappointing Dean was a whole new story, and it felt like his heart had been cut to pieces.

Dean returned and followed his father's path out the door.

"Don't go anywhere" he called over his shoulder and walked out. Sam didn't need Dean to tell him he was irritated with him. he could tell which made him hurt even worse, hell his headache didn't come anywhere near the pain in his heart. He still believed that the cat had, had some kind of power over him otherwise he wouldn't have let it go, his family wouldn't believe that. He rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face into his pillow, and slowly cried himself to sleep. He had proved that he was yet again nothing but a failure.

As the two older Winchesters had found a bar and was finding solace in a drink they were unaware, that they were being hunted. The hunters had finally turned into the hunted.

So it's a little different from what I'm used to writing but I hope you liked it. Should I continue? Let me know thanks for reading and reviewing and have a great weekend. Liz