Dean hated the woods. It always seemed to be unpleasantly cold and damp, chilling him even through the protection of his prized leather coat. It smelled funny too, like rotting and fermenting organic materials that just made him wrinkle his nose in displeasure.

"Sam, remind me again why we are in Pennsylvania, in some random ass woods waiting for a monster we are only guessing is a werewolf?" Dean sighed as he checked his gun.

"Unless you want another citizen of this town losing a heart, kidney, leg or whatever this thing decides it wants, I suggest you shut it." Sam sighed, clearly annoyed with his brother.

"I don't get it, this thing just doesn't fit the usual werewolf criteria. First of all, the killings happen outside the full moon, second of all the one victim that survived said it was furry and lastly it takes more then hearts. I mean you saw the body at the morgue…WAY more then heart was eaten on that unlucky son of a bitch." Dean loaded another silver bullet into his gun and eyed the full moon in weariness.

"I know…I couldn't find anything in dads journal though. And like I said, the closest thing it comes to is a werewolf, so we're gonna take a wild stab in the dark…and hope silver bullets kill it." Sam sent a smirk at his brother, finding his expression of disbelief quiet humorous.

"Whatever dude, your fault if we get eaten." Dean stretched his tight back and then looked off in the woods once again.

They stood only a few hundred feet from the edge of town, the thing liked to claim victims in this area, or at least that was its current pattern. Sam and Dean had just arrived in the town of Luna PA yesterday and were hoping to kill this thing and be out tomorrow morning.

Dean was in deep thoughts about how he planned on asking the bartender he had met for a good time when he heard a crack of a branch to his left. He slid a glance at Sam, who was leaning on the tree next to him, Sam had a look that told Dean he had heard it too. Dean signaled for him to follow and he did so obediently, the two were silent as they stepped carefully on the soft dirt.

Another branch cracked, this time a bit closer, much to close for comfort. Sam and Dean went back to back, ready for anything, feeling more like two sitting ducks then two experienced hunters.

Dean strained to listen, squinted to see through the pale blue light of the moon that lit the forest dimly. Something shifted and a shadow moved, he aimed and fired but only disappointment came when he heard his bullet smack into a tree.

Sam watched with wide eyes as the forest around him seemed to deepen in darkness with the night. He swallowed hard as he heard another crack of a branch, the beast wanted to be heard, wanted them to be scared. He listened hard, the sound of the spring peepers and crickets the only thing he could hear.

Dean was about to tell Sam to forget about it, thing seemed to be gone when a deafening roar greeted his ears along with a large looming shadow leaping toward him. His first instinct told him to get Sammy out of the way, he turned quickly and tackled him to the ground as the beast flew over them with a thunderous growl.

Dean only had time to roll off Sam when he felt incredibly sharp teeth dig into his shoulder with a roar. He screamed in agony as the beast dragged him away, attempting to take its kill into the dark forest where it planned to feed on the hunter. It growled and snarled, blood slicking its face and splattering all over Dean.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed as he pounded at the things muzzle in hate, where the hell was Sam?!

Dean yelled so loud in pain that he barely heard the gunshot go off and only realized it when the pressure that had been pulling him came to a sudden halt. He panted hard and didn't move, didn't think he could move.

"Dean! Dean, oh God…" Sam ran over to Dean and was horrified at the gruesome sight.

The beasts jaws were still gingerly attached to Deans shoulder, blood was everywhere and Dean was falling into unconsciousness. Sam leaped into action and got to work quickly on removing the beast from Dean.

He pried the dead jaws open, blood flowing like a river from Deans shoulder, dangerously close to his heart.

"Sam…Sam…what was…was it?" Dean whispered as Sam began to lift him away from the beast.

"Dean, now is not the time for lets name the beast, we need to get you to a hospital." Sam snapped with worry.

He sat Dean on a tree away from the body, he had to burn it quickly and get out of here, he had to save his brother.

"No…no Sammy. If it's a werewolf, you…you put a bullet in my heart right…right now."

Sam froze. He hadn't thought about that, he'd been a bit busy with making sure his brother was alive and the evidence was gone.

"Dean…not now."

Sam walked toward the body, glad that Dean fell unconscious again and stopped talking. He observed the thing, fearing the worst maybe true…

The thing had the head of a wolf, the upper body of a man and legs that were a cross between the two with muscular thighs but digit grade legs. A fluffy tail completed the look.

"Crap…" Sam whispered his thoughts racing in uneasiness.

Could this be a werewolf? Madison looked nothing like this, and nothing recorded was ever like this…Could Dean be one now? Would Dean turn into a monster…?

Sam brushed away the thoughts and began prepping the body to be burned by throwing on accelerants. He struck the match and quickly threw it on then returned to his brother without looking back.

Sam was relieved to find Dean still breathing steadily, the bleeding seemed to stop and his color was good. Sam peeled away the bloody clothes and his relief quickly fell away at the next sight…

The wound was almost completely healed.