Hey everyone. This is my very first story to go onto fanfiction so I hope you all like it. I'll post the next chapter when it's all finished. It's kinda a long story so there might be a lot of chapters. Anyway I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my story.
Chapter One
The night was darker than usual in Denver, Colorado and the stars seemed to disappear in the black sky. It would've been very peaceful, but something evil was lurking in the dark. It was so quiet that you could almost hear the two women speaking to each other. They were hidden in the trees so no one would see them. They seemed to be looking for something. Sam and Dean Winchester had been watching them from the window in there motel room and were growing very suspicious.
"They've been out there for almost an hour. Do they really think we can't see them?" Dean asked walking away from the window and laying on one of the queen-sized beds.
"They'll go away…eventually." His brother Sam said still looking out the window.
"They're following us. I can feel it." Dean said sitting up to look at Sam.
"We don't know that." Sam said in protest.
"Come on Sammy. They were at the bar tonight and now they're hiding out in the trees right behind our motel room. That's classified as "stalking" if you ask me." Dean said laying back down.
"No one did ask you. You just think they're hot." Sam said sitting on the other queen-sized bed.
"Hey it's not my fault I think like I do. It's just the way I am." Dean said pointing a warning finger at Sam.
"Sure, I know. Well, if you're really suspicious of them, why don't you go over there and ask them for their phone numbers." Sam joked with his older brother.
"Maybe I will." Dean said standing up and walking back to the window. "Hey, they're gone."
"What?" Sam asked getting up. When he looked out the window, Dean was right. The girls had vanished completely. "Where'd they go?"
"Maybe we should follow. Find out who they are." Dean said putting on his jacket.
"Come on Dean its pitch black outside. We'll never find them." Sam argued and Dean tossed him a flashlight.
"We can try. Let's go." Dean said turning on his flashlight.
The Winchester boys walked out of their room, guns and flashlights in hand. They went to the trees to try and track the girls down. When they got there, they couldn't find anything to find them. Dean pointed his flashlight to the ground to look for shoeprints.
"There's one of their shoe tracks." He said. "Wonder if they left us a trail."
Sam pointed his flashlight to the ground and said, "I don't see anymore."
"This means they either swept away their tracks, or they didn't walk away." Dean said frowning slightly.
"What, do you think they flew away?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Anything's possible, Sammy. They didn't fly away because they were regular people."
"So what do you think?" Sam asked confused.
"The trees Sammy. They probably knew we were watching them and climbed a tree." Dean said looking up with his flashlight.
"Then how would they have gotten away? Cause I can't see them." Sam said also looking up.
"I think I see something." Dean said putting away his gun and flashlight. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
Dean climbed up the tree with difficulty because of the lack of light. Sam stayed on the ground, like he was told, trying not to lose Dean in the darkness. He kept his flashlight on Dean the whole time to keep track of him. Just as Dean got to the top of the tree, he heard a gunshot followed by a faint cry of pain which sounded inhuman-like.
"Sammy, did you hear that?" Dean shouted down to his brother.
"Yeah, I'll go check it out." Sam answered.
"Just be careful." Dean said as Sam started walking away. He took out his flashlight and shined it out in front of him. "So that's how they were getting around." He said to himself. Dean was standing in front of a long bridge that went from tree to tree. It looked very unstable, but Dean wanted to see where it led to.
Back on the ground, Sam was following the direction in which he heard the gunshot. He was traveling deep in the forest now and the trees were thick. It seemed like he had been walking for hours until he finally came to a small clearing. There were two tents surrounding a campfire which was dying down, bags were lying around the tents, and lots of weapons. Guns, knives and even grenades were lying around the camp. Sam wondered if this was where the girls had run off to. He was about to reach in his pocket for his cell phone, when he felt something cold on the side of his forehead. One of the girls had snuck up behind him and was now holding a gun to his head.
"Don't move." She whispered and reached out to take his gun. "Do you have anymore weapons on you?"
"No." Sam said staring straight ahead of him.
"Are you sure?" She asked checking his jacket pockets.
"Yes." Sam replied getting a little nervous.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. Give me your left arm." The girl told him.
Sam reached his arm back and she took it. He saw the other girl come out of the forest to his right. She was dressed in all black, had brown hair, and wasn't very tall.
"Amanda, what are you doing?" She asked taking a few steps toward Sam.
Amanda, the girl who had Sam's arm, tied his arms together behind a tree.
"You can't do this." She continued to protest with Amanda.
"I won't let it hurt him." Amanda replied taking the gun away from Sam's head. For the first time, she stepped in Sam's line of vision. She, like her friend, was dressed in all black, had long brownish-red hair, and was slightly taller than the other.
"It's too risky Amanda. We can't let him get hurt." Amanda's friend still protested.
"Hannah, I'm' telling you, he won't get hurt." Amanda insisted trying not to raise her voice higher than a whisper.
"What the Hell is going on?" Sam asked. He didn't like the idea of something trying to hurt him and he wasn't putting his life in the hands of two strange girls.
"Hunting." Amanda answered flatly.
"Amanda, why'd you tell him?" Hannah said also trying not to raise her voice.
"Like it really matters Hannah. It's alright for Sam to know." Amanda said. It was easy for Sam to tell who was calling the shots with these girls.
"You know who I am?" Sam asked getting even more confused.
"Not a lot, but we know enough. About you…" Amanda started. "And your brother Dean." Hannah finished.
"What are you hunting?" Sam asked.
"A warewolf. It's been on our trail ever since we got here." Hannah answered. She walked over to the barely lit fire and put it out. "I hope you know what you're doing." She added to Amanda turning on a flashlight.
"I do." Amanda answered shining her flashlight in Hannah's face.
"Whoa…are you leaving my here?" Sam asked really nervous now.
"Not really. You're gonna be bait." Amanda said taking out a knife.
"Why?" Sam asked stressing.
"We'll be right behind you. When it comes, we'll shoot it. Like I said, I won't let it hurt you." Amanda answered trying to reassure Sam.
"But you didn't answer my question."
"Hannah's too chicken to do it and I've got a better shot than she does."
"Hey I'm not chicken and it's not my fault you're good with a gun." Hannah said from a nearby tree. She had been climbing while they talked.
"You are to chicken. Make sure you have silver bullets." Amanda said to Hannah.
"Got it covered." Hannah answered.
"Well then, I'm gonna have to cut you so it can smell your blood." Amanda said to Sam.
"Are you kidding me? This has to be a joke." Sam said shaking slightly.
"I won't make it too deep." Amanda promised.
"I don't want to die…don't miss." Sam said realizing there was no way out of this one.
"I never do. And I'm not starting now." Amanda said cutting Sam's left shoulder.
Amanda climbed a nearby tree leaving Sam tied like a dog to a tree. Soon, it was quiet again. All Sam could hear was the small breeze moving through the trees. His arm started throbbing as blood trickled down his arm. He started to think twice about this idea and struggled to get free. After a few moments, Sam heard something moving in the trees across from him. He squinted to see in the dark. Two big red eyes were looking back at him through the trees. Sam wanted to start screaming for Dean, but he couldn't even open his mouth. Then, it stepped into the clearing. It was huge and hairy and resembled a dog with rabies only ten times worse. It growled at Sam and started to run towards him. Sam shut his eyes and heard a loud popping sound. He knew either Amanda or Hannah had shot the warewolf, but was it dead?