Trees and bushes flew by in flashes before the striking green eyes. The creamy, elegant paws of the wolf running at top speed through the Black Hills of South Dakota pounded the ground naturally with each extension of its legs. It suddenly stopped now and again to smell around…a bush or tree or just a leaf on the ground. Something was wrong.
"Behind you, Sam!"
Sam Winchester whipped his body around while struggling to load another arrow into the crossbow. The hit came swift and could have been deadly had Sam not had to training to be aware of every lethal move a vampire could make.
The teeth grazed his neck and Sam could only hold off the vamp two inches away from his face. It was dark but Sam could make out every mark on its face, every tooth that was grinning down on him.
Dean frantically climbed back up the steep hill that he had just been thrown down trying desperately to get back to his younger brother. He reached for the vamp even before he was close enough to get a hold of it.
He wrenched it off his brother and threw it as hard, and far, as he could. He grabbed his brother's hand and hauled him back onto his feet, then proceeded to turn Sam's head with his fist to get a better look at the graze. "You're losing it, Sammy."
Sam reached down and grabbed the crossbow. "At least I didn't get thrown down a hill."
Dean grinned, and watched as Sam loaded the arrow. "That was my intention, you know just so you could get a few hits in."
Sam looked up and shoved Dean in the chest. "Shit…" was all that he could manage before losing his balance and falling backwards down the hill again.
Ignoring his flailing brother, Sam had the bow lifted and shot off in an instant. Unfortunately the vamp turned its body sideways and narrowly missed the hit. It grabbed Sam by the shirt and slammed his body back into the trunk of a tree.
By the time Dean got back up the hill Sam was almost completely motionless. Dean grabbed a thick stick, pulled back and swung it to connect against the vamps bulky back. It hardly moved the damn thing, but it did get its attention away from Sam and onto Dean.
Sam's body dropped to the ground with a quiet thunk. Dean backed away and gave the vamp a cocky smile. "Is your face always this ugly, or did you spice it up just for me?"
It turned its head to the side, like a dog trying to decipher exactly what someone was saying to it. "I recognize you."
"Really?" Dean kept moving back, trying to get as much distance between it and his brother. "I get around…literally. But I'm sure that I'd remember the teeth and a face like yours."
Dean's eyes darted to his brother's form when Sam began to move, using his fingers to claw his way through the dirt. Similarly the vamps eyes followed Dean's, then back to his face. "Oh, yes" It rasped. "Now I remember…you two are brothers, aren't you?"
Dean's eyes narrowed, but it lunged at him and grabbed him by the throat. Dean made a choking sound as he was lifted off his feet, swung around and tossed onto Sam.
He quickly removed himself from on top of Sam and checked to make sure that he was still conscious. Sam's eyes opened and they stared at Dean as if to say 'aren't you done playing yet?'
Dean helped his brother into a sitting position and they both retreated until their backs came into contact with rock. Once again the vamp just looked at them with a curious expression pasted on its rugged and evil face.
This particular vamp happened to be one that was terrorizing a small town just south of Spearfish for the past eight months. Killing children and small animals and basically finding any means as to make the humans mourn.
He knelt down three or four feet away from where the brothers were sitting, and smiled showing off both sets of his teeth.
"You know, I heard that John Winchester was dead and thought that the occupation of demon killing was over. Looks like I thought right, cuz it seems like his sons are pretty pathetic at killing evil."
Dean was about the retort some smart ass remark when he heard a sound pierce the quiet mountain air. It was a howl, and an angry one at that. If the vamp could have gasped it would have as it looked anxiously for which direction the sound had came from.
Even with its heightened senses the vamp didn't hear the quiet pounding of the paws as the wolf gained on it. It leaped through the darkness, with its front paws nailing the vamp in the chest and causing it to fail onto its back.
The wolf had it pinned to the ground and before the vamp could even scream its throat was ripped out. The noises that the wolf made while making sure that the trachea and spine were broken were not from enjoyment. They were rather caused from some deep hatred for the evil that possessed the seemingly human body.
The wolf stepped off the corpse and turned in a circle, with its tail waving slightly, to face the brothers. It sat down and for the first time, even in the darkness, they good clearly make out what it looked like.
It had a cream colored base with light gray along the crown of its head and back. There were hints of white peppered along the gray, and black along its scruff and outlining its ears. It was beautiful and they had yet to recognize her.
It stood onto all four legs and made the slightest huffing sounds before slowly then rapidly beginning to change its form.
The paws changed first, the black claws retracting into small clear nails and the hair sliding back beneath the skin. The change made its way up the legs and a small popping could be heard from the joints rearranging from a wolf's form to a human form.
In a matter of seconds, the wolf that was before the brothers had changed into a woman body. A naked woman's body. She was still on all fours and made quick work of grabbing the corpse's jeans and shirt.
She stood up and turned to face the opposite direction as she put the clothes on. Out of manners, Sam looked away. And out of pure male interest, Dean kept his gaze locked on her.
When she was finished she turned around with her head tilted towards the ground. Her head slowly came up and she faced the brothers in her now human form. She gave them a sad smile.
"Didn't your father teach you anything?"
Sam snapped his head up and instantly recognized her. Her cheek bones were high giving her, ironically enough, a wolfish shaped jaw. They were stained a light pink and if anyone knew it would have been from the embarrassment that she felt showing herself before them once again. She didn't like people watching her change...even if it was only a three second process.
Her eyes were the only part of her body that remained unchanged by the transformation. They were still a striking green. Her creamy blonde hair matched that of the base color of the wolf, it was straight and slightly shorter than shoulder length.
"Alison…" Sam seemed to be at a loss of words as the full impact of her standing before him kicked in. Dean still hadn't had the memory jog and looked expectantly between the two.
Seeing the words forming on the lips of both of them, Dean with curiosity and Sam with questions, she rushed on.
"I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." Her eyes darted to the ground in hesitation, and then refocused on Sam. "I'm so sorry about your dad. He was the only one who…"
She couldn't say anymore, but Sam understood perfectly. John Winchester was the only one who accepted her. Her and her abilities.
Dean let out a small laugh. "Of coarse. Alison Cooper, how the hell I forgot you I will never understand."
She ignored him, because she knew exactly how Dean was. "You look good, Sammy." It didn't go unnoticed by Sam or Dean that she called him Sammy. He gaze flickered to Dean. "And I don't even need to praise you, do I Dean?"
Her smile this time reached her eyes. "I can see now that you two are going to be just fine." She laughed at herself. "I don't why I ever doubted it."
She turned to leave.
"That's all you're going say, Alison?" Sam seemed to have found his voice.
She was still half turned, but looked back at him. "What more is there to say? There's already too many words between us, Sam."
Dean cocked his head and looked at Sam with interest. He was ignored.
"Words weren't the only thing that was between us." He flung it out like an accusation.
She narrowed her eyes. "If you're looking for a way to take out your failed attempt at hunting, I'm not the one to hit. I'm so sorry that I felt the need to make sure that John's sons were fine. Obviously they haven't changed from their hard headed, arrogant, macho tactics." Her voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Goodbye, Sam." She spared Dean a glance. "Take care, Dean."
Sam swore as she whirled around. "Alison!"
She took off running, pealing the tattered clothes and leaping into midair. She landed on all fours back in wolf form, and was gone from their site in mere seconds.
So this would be my first piece of fan fiction that I have posted. The story that I have in mind is slightly longer so expect it to continue for a little while longer. I hope it wasn't too painful! LOL R&R