AN: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Reviews will be appreciated and of course I'll do my best to respond to them.

Sam POV:

I was walking through a forest. Surrounded by varying shades of green. The trees, the grass, the light-all monochromatic. It was lightly raining, hardly enough to notice. I walked for what seemed like hours when finally I came to a clearing. As I entered it, I heard a rustling to my left. I turned to see a huge grey wolf. It was bigger than any wolf I'd ever seen. The wolf just stared at me, it's big, dark eyes locked on mine. I backed away slowly, not wanting to turn my back on it. I should have been looking where I was going. I tripped on a tree root,..falling backwards. The impact wasn't major, just enough to rattle me a little. I got back up quickly, expecting the wolf to have ran at me. I looked around, but there was no sign of the animal. Instead, where it had been, was a beautiful woman. She was striking. Her hair was long and ebony, cascading down her back and over her shoulders, covering her naked breasts. in fact, every part of her was exposed to the world. Not wanting to be rude, I looked away.

"Who are you?" I asked. She remained silent. I looked toward her again, trying to keep my eyes from exploring her body. I looked into her eyes and noticed they were the same as the beautiful animal who had been here minutes before her. She smiled an odd, knowing smile before turning and racing into the woods. I ran after her, splashing through puddles, tree branches whipping around me. She was too fast; I couldn't keep up. She was gone. Just then I heard a menacing growl come from the bushes behind me...

I awoke with a start. I looked around, rubbing my eyes. I was in my hotel room. Over the years, my brother and I had stayed in many rooms just like this one. The same lumpy beds, ugly wallpaper, and tacky decor. It was the lair of the hunter. Empty fast food containers, old Styrofoam coffee cups, left over pieces of bagel or muffin from the free continental breakfast. My brother, Dean, laying in his bed watching TV. This was the life we were destined to lead. It's not exactly feasible to settle down. Our parents had tried it, and all it got them was killed. We hunt the things that go bump in the night. We kill the things creeping in your nightmares. We are Hunters, and we do our job pretty well.

"Morning sunshine!" Dean called over to me. He was laying in his bed, eating a microwave burrito, and watching Telemundo.

"Dean, are you watching Spanish soap operas?"

"Sam. Have you seen the chicks on these shows? Really, have you?" He sat up, pointing at the women on TV screen.

This really shouldn't surprise me. My brother is ruled by his libido. "You're incredible." I got up to walk to the bathroom.

"Whatever, prude." He mumbled as he sat back into little niche of pillows.

"So, have you done anything productive today?" I asked as I walked back toward my bed. I really didn't feel like spending another day in this particular hotel room. It had been about two weeks since our last job, and now we were just steadily heading North. We'd heard some rumours about a shape shifter in Seattle, but all our leads came to dead ends. I wanted to move on, head back South.

"As a matter of fact," Dean reached over to the bed side table and grabbed the local paper, and then tossed it to me.

"What? You want me to look at the horoscopes?" I picked up the paper and looked at the front page.

"No, Einstein. Look." He got out of the bed and walked over, pointing at a headline about three quarters of the way down the page.

GROUP OF BACKPACKERS MISSING . Then in smaller print: "Town fears the worst after bear sightings." I went on to read the article, with interviews from townspeople saying they'd seen large bears. One man's account though, struck me as odd. "I saw a wolf. It wasn't no bear. It was a wolf. But, she was the size of a black bear. Biggest wolf I'd ever seen."

Suddenly, those beautiful, dark eyes swam into my memory.

"Do you think this is worth looking into?" I read through the rest of the article. "How far are we from Forks, anyway?"

"Well, we're already all the way up here. We're about 4 hours away from Forks." He chuckled. "Who names a town Forks, anyway?"

"Okay. Seems like we've got a job." I stood and walked around the room, gathering what little personal items I had.

"Can't we wait until my show is over?"

"No Dean, come on. It's almost checkout time anyway."

"Buzz kill." Dean got up and followed my lead. I was more than happy to be getting out of this room, and back on the road. Dean went out and started the car; his baby, his 1967 Impala. I could hear his choice of music while still in the lobby of the hotel. "Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith was blasting out of the speakers. The little old lady at the counter looked outside and shook her head, making a little clucking sound under her breath.
"I'm sorry, he's...he's a little special." I told her, as we both watched Dean playing the air drums on the dashboard. I quickly got my receipt and headed toward the car.

"You ready to get this show on the road?" He asked me as I got into the passenger seat.

"Whenever you are."

"Let's do this, then..."

And with that, we were on our way to another job. Another hunt. Both in our element and ready for whatever nasty surprise was waiting for us in Forks, Washington.

So, what do you guys think? Is it a good start? Am I butchering the boy's characters too much?