"Sam" Dean ran through the thick and busy woods. He had heard a gunshot, which was useless against this thing they were hunting. Dean thought about how stupid he had been to let Sam run off for the creature all alone, and now he was searching up and down for him. He could feel his heart beating, it felt like it would explode, or crack his ribs. He hoped neither would happen.
"Sam." Dean yelled again for what seemed like the millionth time. He could feel his face turning red and sweat pouring from his face. He would hate himself if anything happened to Sammy.
Sam: "Dean over here"
Dean felt a flood of relief wash over him. His heart slowed down a little bit and he headed in the direction his brothers voice had come from. He followed the voice, which led him to a huge old tree. Right in front of Dean laid a blood coved, but very alive Sam. Dean atomically turned into older brother mode. He rushed to Sam's side.
Dean:" Sammy are you okay? What happened?" Dean noticed Sam looking at Dean funny. He couldn't understand why he saw pain in his brothers' face, not the kind of pain when you get from a server wound, but pain that you get when you see something awful.
Dean: "Sammy talk to me now."
Sam:" it's a shape shifter…but i-i-it killed all the campers, I tried to save them… I really did"
Dean looked at the campers; they were all laid out, bloody, and dead. Then Dean noticed a small girl, only around the age of two. Dean looked at his brother.
Dean:" Sammy listen to me, I know you did but something we just can't save and they were meant to happen that way…now are you hurt?"
Sam;" I just spring my ankle a little bit"
Dean handed Sam a gun.
Dean:" Listen what is the thing shaped as? And where did it go?"
Sam:" It's shaped as a wolf and head that way, but I can't move."
Dean: "Stay here you hear me
Sam nodded his head and Dean took off. Dean headed towards the way his brother had pointed and he could feel the cold air hitting his face. Dean herd a scream. He couldn't really tell which way it came from. Dean heard it for the second time and headed towards the scream. He spotted a small camp and a wolf. He ran until he got to the little camp cite. When he got there he saw a wolf and a bloody woman. He shot at the wolf, which stopped biting the women and snapped at him. It grabbed Dean's and leg and started shaking its head. Dean fail over.
Dean: "Son of a bitch"
Dean shot at the wolf, but it didn't help much. The wolf kept biting and Dean tried to kick him off. Neither of these plans was working. Dean grabbed the shape shifter by its ears and turned him over. He heard it whine as it hit a rock. Dean smiled. The wolf lunged back as him again. Dean grabbed the second gun he had, which was loaded with special stuff and shot the wolf. To Dean's surprise, the wolf fail over dead. He couldn't believe it. He had been fighting with Sam about wither the new stuff that some girl hunter had taught Sam to make would work. Dean ran to the woman's side. The woman's face was badly hurt and was bleeding, like every other part of her body. She was breathing heavy.
Dean:" Hey miss, my name is Dean and I am going to help you okay."
Dean was surprised when he heard the lady mumble something to him. He couldn't quite me it out.
Dean:" I couldn't hear you"
Lady:" Take care o-o-of my dau dau daughter" The lady stumbled out. Dean looked at her weirdly. He didn't see anyone anywhere. Dean looked at the woman and sighed, she was in bad shape.
Dean: "Where is she?"
Lady:" Keep her sa-safe with yo-o-ou Dean Winchester"
Dean looked at the woman and almost jumped back. How the hell did she know his name? Dean looked at her face, but couldn't tell anything from all the blood and cuts. He felt guilty and scared. All of a sudden the lady stopped breathing and Dean felt her pulse. She was gone. Dean stood up and looked around. He didn't see a girl anywhere. Then almost out of no where, there was a girl standing by the tent. She was short and had brown hair from what Dean could tell.
Dean:" Hey" Dean walked towards the girl, who looked terrified. He could tell she was in shock. Dean stepped towards her and the little girl stepped back.
Dean:" Hey I'm not going to hurt you I promise." Dean sat on his knees. He could tell the little girl was only around five or six. Dean felt pain hit him. He was that old when his mother died. The little girl inched towards Dean slowly. Dean held out his hand. The little girl stood still for a moment, and Dean could tell she wasn't sure about this.
Dean: "Your mother told me to take care of you and I need to make sure you're alright okay."
The little girl reached for Dean's hand. He could feel the little girl shaking. Dean did what he thought best and grabbed towards him. He heard her gasps. Dean took a look at her. She had nothing wrong with her other than a few cuts and maybe bruises.
Dean: " Are you okay?"
The little girl made no response. Dean picked the little girl up. He felt his left leg twitch with pain. Dean shrugged it off and headed towards where Sam was.
