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Dean is 22, and Sam is 18 ( just turned), John is somewhere in his fourties, I'm not sure...
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The Beast Within Chapter One
Dean clawed through branch after branch with his dull green duffle slung over his shoulder. He whacked tree limbs out of the way with his shotgun loaded with salt that never left his hand. There was a slight drizzle after the steady downpour that had just ended after a week. September in Washington meant lots of rain, and it sucked as far as Dean could tell. All because of the mud. Dean absolutely hated the mud. It sucked his boots into the Earth and he had to pull hard to relinquish its hold on him. He swatted away another tree limb before cursing as his foot was submerged in a pot hole uncovered by the constant rain, and it was filled with mud and runoff.
"Damn it! Why the hell did Dad send me out here! He knows how much I hate this shit!" Dean wiggled his foot in the air, trying to unstick the wet soil from his brown boots. He just didn't understand why his dad would make him come all the way out to some godforsaken place on a stupid simple hunt that even an amateur could do! Did his dad not trust him on a harder or more important hunt? Was he a burden? Dean thought back to what his dad had said.
"Dean, I want you to head to a small town in Washington. There's some stuff going on up there that could be dangerous if left unchecked."
"But Dad, I want to go with you on that demon hunt! I've been on others before, why are you sending me away to some godforsaken place in the middle of nowhere?" Dean was very confused. He was 22 for God's sake! He'd already vanquished at least three other demons before, so why was he not allowed to add another to the list? He just didn't understand where his dad was going with this.
"No buts Dean, I need you to go to Washington. I think this is more suited for you right now. I don't want any more arguing. You're going and that's that!" John gave Dean no room for argument as he left. He headed out the door to go meet with a few other hunters so they could take out a group of demons occupying a small town in Ohio. He didn't want to risk anything with Dean.
Dean whacked away another branch before seeing the clearing his dad told him about in his quick text. John had already given Dean all the research he had, but still didn't really have a lot to go on. He was sure it was just a werewolf terrorizing the towns around this large forest in Washington. Nothing more, nothing less. Real simple.
"Guess if I can take this thing out fast enough I can go find my own demon to hunt!" Dean said with false excitement, but he was already planning ahead. After he was done with this hunt it was time to spend some "quality time" with some ladies. He had to actual finish the hunt first before he got ahead of himself.
He also thought it was a werewolf, just not a normal one. Apparently it was first sighted last year by a couple of large game hunters. They were following a small herd of deer, when this huge wolf bolted from the tree line and snagged three deer right off the bat. Once it took notice of the hunters, it charged right at them. They, of course, ran for their lives, leaving everything behind. They ended up coming back later with more people, but it was gone. The deer corpses were gone too, and so was one of the hunter's bags.
The second sighting happened only a few months ago. A couple was hiking through the woods when they had found a man's body with his head separated from his body and multiple teeth and claw marks on him. They thought he was mauled by a bear, but all the bears were supposed to be hibernating still. The local sheriffs and wildlife rangers identified animal prints as wolf paws, shockingly. No wolf had been spotted in that forest for over 30 years. Dean's curiosity was queued with that statement. Even if he had no choice but to do this hunt, it didn't mean he couldn't get excited about it. It was still a hunt after all.
Dean had to set everything up at the clearing before the werewolf could arrive. He tied one end of his camouflage tarp to the base of one tree and to another trees branch that was just above his head as he stood. He gathered some dead leaves, some fallen twigs, and a few medium sized bushes to create a wall around himself. He wanted to make sure he was covered and out of sight. Next was to wait. Dean hated waiting. He always kept fidgeting and moving around, his body screaming to do something. John would he was hyperactive as a kid, and still was as a man.
The drizzle had started into a steady rain as the night approached. It was almost dusk by the time Dean was about to have a fit of impatience. If he had to wait another minute he would just go find the damn thing himself!
"I'm not about to wait in the fucking rain for this thing's furry-", Dean complained, but was cut off when he saw something run past at the opposite side of the clearing. It looked like a really big shadow moving at really fast speeds. He strained his eyes, but didn't have to wait long before a large brown and black wolf was flying out of the trees, snarling and baring its long canines. Dean thought for a moment that he had been detected, but was quickly reassured, maybe, when he saw what came forth next.
This had to be one of the craziest things Dean had ever seen, and that was saying a lot. What had come from the foliage next was a large pack of Wendigoes. There had to have been at least five, seven at the most. Dean had never seen Wendigoes together before. Even crazier was that it looked like they were trying to pick a fight with the wolf!
The Wendigoes surrounded the wolf and circled it, debating amongst themselves if they could take it on. Even with their superior numbers, Dean thought he could sense hesitation and doubt. It didn't take long for one of them to lunge right at the wolf. It charged, shrieking and trying to claw at the beast's flesh. It never knew what hit it. The brave, or stupid, Wendigo's neck was clenched in a vice grip before it even had the chance to fully comprehend that it had lunged into empty space. The wolf moved like lightning. The Wendigo's body fell to the ground limp. The others, forgetting fear, charged in to avenge their fallen comrade. It was almost human of them.
However, they were real match for the wolf. Its speed was almost impossible for Dean to follow, but somehow he managed. He could see the wolf slice at a Wendigo's jugular and succeeded in making its putrid blood spray. Another was ripped apart at the chest, crying out on pain as the wolf clawed its insides. It shriveled to the ground with its organs hanging out, dead. One by one the Wendigoes were dealt with, until only one remained. The wolf stared at it and snarled, seemingly daring it to attack and waste its life. It only stared back, having an inner battle with itself instead. It dared not move, not wanting to be next on the wolf's "kill list".
The inner battle was won, with the better of the two choices coming out on top. It fled, scampering off into the woods, never to return to this area ever again.
Dean's eyes were glued to the beast standing in the clearing, covered in Wendigo blood, and standing gracefully and powerfully. His never left it as the sun finally set, the moon rising with the sun's request for sleep. The stars illuminated the open field and silhouetted the wolf as he glowed in the moonlight. Dean was awestruck, never before had he witnessed a battle so one sided and easily won before. Well, except when he was hunting with his dad, but that didn't compare to the raw animalistic nature of the conflict. It was pure and beastial, at the very core of nature itself. It had woven its way into Dean's mind forever.
Dean's thoughts were interrupted by the low growl that the wolf made. It was quiet at first, but Dean heard it very clearly. It was probably the only sound within a mile radius. Dean instantly tightened his hold on his gun and fingered the trigger. He had reloaded it earlier with silver bullets so that he could kill the werewolf. Now was probably as best a time as any other.
"Sorry, but I can't have you attacking anymore people." Dean murmured as he lifted that shotgun and aimed it at the wolf's chest. He was about to pull the trigger and be done with the hunt when a sudden flash of light blinded him momentarily. When he finally readjusted his eyes to the darkness, he was shocked for the second time that night.
Standing where the wolf once was, was a young man with eyes that reflected green and blue, even as the still dark that was now slowly encroaching on them.