As rough days go, this wasnt on the top of the list as the worst, but it was somewhere up there. When you reached your car you took off your jacket to reveal four perfect slash marks and blood… a lot of blood. You muttered something along the lines of "stupid werewolves and their stupid werewolf claws." This particular hunt was especially exhausting, you had chased a pack of werewolves across four states slowly picking them off befor you found the last one in kansas. The alpha. And he made sure he got a piece of you before you got him. You thought you were tracking him through the woods, however in this case, the hunter became the hunted. He came out of no where and all you could feel was the burning pain in your back as you hit the ground. You rolled quickly drawing your gun, he lunged but not before you fired, your silver bullet hitting its intended mark. However you weren't planning on the bastard falling on top of you, adding insult to injury. When you finally managed to push him off you stood up, gazing down at him. He had returned to human form. "Rot in hell you monster." You quickly averted your eyes and headed for your car. It was dark you were tired and you could feel your blood running down your back. When you got to car you took off your jacket revealing what you knew to be true. You opened the trunk and rummaged through your duffel bag, finally pulling out a towel. You zipped the bag back up and closed the trunk. You threw the towel over your seat (because you were not going to add the insult of staining your seats to the list of things that had gone wrong today. This was a 69' mustang and she deserved some respect.) and gently slid into the car. It was late and the excruciating pain radiating off your back paired with exhaustion was driving you over the edge. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept for more than three hours. "Shit". You didn't want to go to the hospital what would you tell them? "oh i was walking in the woods, at night, by myself, and there was this bear but it only scratched me?" you also didn't want to spend the few days you knew you'd need to recover in some ghetto motel in kansas. You reached for your phone and started scrolling through your numbers when you landed on Deans. You hadn't seen the boys since Dean had got back from hell. You were keeping your distance. Distance kept you safe, it kept the feelings at bay. But right now, the boys seemed like the best option you had. You hit the send button on your phone, with each ring your anxiety grew until a familiar voice came on the other end-
"hello?"
It was Sam.
" Hey Sam. im sorry for calling so late."
"(y/n)? is that you?"
" Ya its me."
"It's been a while, a long while. whats up?"
"I know im sorry and i hate to call you like this and be a pain in your ass but i found myself on the wrong side of a werewolf and it got a pretty good piece of me befor i got it."
He laughed " you're not a pain in the ass. besides it would be nice to catch up. where are you?"
"I'm just outside of wichita kansas."
" Really? That's funny, you're only three hours away from us, were in lebanon. I'll text you directions ok?'
"Thanks so much Sam. and don't take it wrong i'm happy to hear from you, but where's Dean? I called his phone."
"Long story we'll talk when you get here k?"
You said your goodbyes with Sam and waited for his text when you got off the phone. When you got his directions you hopped on hwy 135 and started the haul to lebanon. You couldn't help but grin to yourself, you were excited to see the boys again. You turned up the radio, hit the gas and drove, letting your thoughts wander as your hair waved around in the wind.