Hey! This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, so please be kind! This is a Supernatural fanfic that's supposed to take place somewhere during season 1 or 2. I imagined this as one of the hunts that was merely mentioned; Not included in the show. So, remember to review. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
A small group of guys walked down the road, the feeble light of street lamps illuminating them in the dark night. They laughed, talked, & drank beer, casting the empty cans at passing cars. One held up his hand, causing silence to fall across them."You guys hear that?" He asked. They laughed. "Good one, Bryan!" They chorused at different times. "I'm serious!" He shouted. His yell was accompanied by a deep, heart-stopping growl. "Dude, what was that?! Was it a dog or something?" The shortest of them screamed. "Shut up, Tony!" Bryan repeated. "I think it came from over there!" The tallest shouted, pointing at a dark ditch just beyond the guard rail. "Yeah, Jake, let's check it out!" Bryan replied, stumbling as he walked over to his friend. He was pretty wasted. After a few minutes of arguing, dares, smooth coaxes, & rather unfriendly name-calling, all three of the teenagers gathered the courage to make their way towards the dip in the road. Jake was the first to look. "Hey, guys, there's nothin' there!" He started laughing, followed by the other two. Their laughing was soon interrupted by a roar of anger & a large, gray shape tackling Bryan. The only thing that could be heard was their screams of agony & the distinct sound of their blood splattering on the pavement. The last thing that they heard was a long, eerie howl tearing through the still night air.
The black '67 Chevy Impala sped down the otherwise vacant road, "Hells Bells" blaring from its stereo. Dean sat in the driver's seat, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel in beat to the song. Sam sat shotgun, his brow creased in concentration as he mulled over a road map. Suddenly, a phone rang from inside the glove compartment. The younger Winchester immediately opened the glove compartment to retrieve the phone before answering it. "Hello? Hey, Bobby. Yeah. Close enough. Uh-hu. Aw, no problem. Yeah. You too. Bye." Sam hung up & replaced the phone. "What's the deal?" Dean asked. "That was Bobby," Sam responded. "He thinks we have a case in PA. A group of kids died from what appeared to be a wolf attack. The hook is, they were in the middle of the city." "Could have just been a dog," Dean stated with a wave of dismissal. "Bobby seems to be convinced otherwise. We've gone for less." "Fine," Dean grumbled. "So, you're thinkin' werewolf?" Dean asked, his eyes still glued to the road. "The lunar cycle is right. Besides, we haven't had a job in a couple days," Sam replied as Dean made a sharp U-turn. "Dude!" Sam yelled, the entire contents of his lap spilling onto the ground. "Don't do that!" He said, casting a glare at Dean. "Sorry, what?" Dean asked in mock curiosity as he turned up the music until it was deafeningly loud. It had switched to "For Those About To Rock". He head-banged as he mouthed the lyrics. Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Bitch!" Dean replied, smiling to himself. Sam chuckled & shook his head as Dean sped up, beginning to sing along to the track.