hi guys, my first Supernatural fanfiction is here. I don't really know where this will go but i have so many ideas waiting and need to get them out before they get lost in the gigantic junk box that is my head.

hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think. Good or bad, i want to know. I'm a bit of review junkie and need them as fuel. Please feed the dragon

TinyDragonRoar =^.^=

Running, Running.

The smell of dirt and wood under his paws.

Blood around his jaws, dripping off his chin.

It was like being free. Dean loved it in his wolf form. Freedom of running, chasing prey and feeling the dirt under his paws.

The freedom that will be lost when he marry. He will have to mate and have pups and become alpha.

Not that it all bad. He would mate for the pack and be with my brother forever. His beautiful baby brother. He cares for him. He really does, but Dean loved my freedom. He don't want to lose it, but Dean will to protect his family. But he's got to enjoy his freedom while he can.

Crouching low on the ground Dean shuffles forward stalking towards the doe eating calmly in field ahead. She doesn't see him until its too late. Jumping high, Dean lands on her back, instantly sinking his teeth into her neck. Coppery tang of blood suddenly floods his mouth, causing him to ravage her neck, bursting arteries.

She drops to the ground, her legs buckling under her as she collapses. She dying and he can feel as her heart slows under my tongue. Dean lifts his head from her neck and licks the drying blood from his muzzle. Looking into her eyes, seeing the light leave her eyes, Dean knows she won't feel pain as he digs into my meal. Little Sammy wouldn't be able to handle the look in her eyes, but that was nature. Survival of the fittest.

After Dean has had his fill, He looks up glancing around at his surroundings. He needs to head back, the pack meeting will be happening soon and Dean can't miss it.

Standing up, grasping the deer between his jaws Dean, takes off toward camp, ready himself for the boring day ahead of him.

"And you need to think before you things, Sam. Always running off, disappearing. Why can't you be more like your brother, Sam"

This is what to usual lecture from John Winchester sounded like. Always telling him what to do and what not to. Where to go and how to be a better omega. It was starting to get old and he was never gonna listen anyway, so why John bothered, he would never know.

Sam knew his father meant well and only wanted him to be the best he could be. He just didn't need to be told about it all the time.

"Yes, Dad," Sam said, sounding bored.

"And don't take that tone with me young man," John said, sternly. His son was so difficult, but on look from him with those big puppy dog eyes and he was a goner.

"Stop bothering him, John. He growing up to be perfect boy. He and Dean are perfect together." Came a female voice from behind John.

Mary was so proud of her sons and couldn't wait for them to become the new top alpha and omega of the pack. Her babies were growing up and she knew that when they finished, they would be the strongest pair in the pack. Not just physically.

Standing next to John, he leant up and pecked him on the cheek. Then turning to her son, she gave him a look.

"Off you go cub, meeting will be starting soon," She said, winking at him.

Spinning around, Sam took off towards the woods, to meet his big brother. He couldn't wait to see the look on Dean's face when he jumped him.

TO BE CONTINUED!