A/N: So, welcome to this new story I wrote awhile ago when I was more depressed than I am now, so enjoy the cringe.
I ran, as fast as I ever had, but that's not saying much, being that I was just a geek girl from a city in Texas. My feet crunched against the ground as I jumped over the roots and branches littering the ground. I didn't know what was chasing me, but it sounded scary, and, in my book, that means run away like your fucking life depended on it because, well, it did. The sounds grew only louder, and I could start to hear a clear growl, like, a dog growl. Dogs can't be that bad; they always loved me. I turned over my shoulder, but it wasn't a "cute, fluffy, lick-you-to-death" dog, but a "beware-I-could-actually-bite-you" creature. My mouth opened to scream when I saw that a more humanoid creature was only 50 feet away, it's yellow eyes locked with mine. I screamed as loud as any normal human would when they could die. I dared to steal another glance behind me and, to my surprise, saw more than just anger; there was pain, bloodlust, and something, behind the yellow haze, that looked like fear. Not being a horror movie fanatic, my mind jumped to the conclusion that something was chasing the humanoid, so I naturally began to run faster, and screamed louder than I thought was possible for the natural shyness in my voice. I knew I couldn't run for long; I was never the best in PE class, so I began to climb into the trees around me. I jumped from branch to branch when I could, glancing at the ground to see where the creature had gone, only to see it 30 yards behind me, sniffing the air, looking in my general direction. It seemed as hours, yet maybe only half an hour, passed before I began to become tired of hiding in the trees, running from the humanoid, and trying to find the thing chasing the yellow-eyed creature. I was in the middle of running from the first beast when a gunshot rang out, closely followed by a hiss and a loud thud right behind me. Should I turn around?! What happened? WHO THE FUCK IS OUT HERE?! IS IT THE OTHER CREATURE? WHAT THE EVER-LOVING SHIT JUST HAPPENED?!
I fell from my canopy perch and slumped against a tree trunk, not daring to look on the other side, and continued to jump to conclusions in my head about who just shot the yellow-eyed beast. I began to tense up when the crunching of the fallen leaves got closer to my hiding place. Tears pricked the edges of my eyes, turning everything blurry and hazy, but that didn't stop the crunching from coming closer, now accompanied by one, no two, deep voices, talking only above a whisper.
"..., but it had to be chasing something, right? Whoever it is, they're going to need our help, Dean," said one of the voices. I calmed slightly, knowing one of them wanted to help me, not rip me limb from limb like I was sure the beast wanted to do. The voices seemed like they were just behind my totally great hiding place; glancing around, I noticed a sharp stick in front of my feet. I took deep breaths, a plan hatching in my mind, and quickly snatched the stick, trying to make as little sound as possible.
"You're right Sammy, but how are we going to explain this one; oh yeah werewolves, supernatural things, bad; Winchesters, good, yeah right. Let's
just say it was a wolf and haul ass back to the bunker," said the other, who I assumed was Dean, and even I could feel his sarcasm from the other side
of the trunk. Gaining the confidence, I rose to my feet, held the stick tight, and ran around the trunk, ready to stab the two men on the other side.
CLIFFIE