Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews guys! So here's chapter two. Again, I have to thank my amazing beta, Ibelieveinsam, for all her help.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. Namely Sam, Dean, the Impala, and any other characters that have appeared on Supernatural. They all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Making up the places and the 'monster' of the story from my head. If any of these places exist, sorry!

"Someone help me!" A girl screaming. A hot fowl smelling breath behind her neck. A dead animal carcass. The glint of the full moon. The low growl. The girl screamed. The creature leaped...

"Sam? Sammy! Wake up man!" Dean had just come in the front door after getting some coffee for the both of them, when he noticed his brother mumbling and tossing and turning in his sleep. As he had gotten closer, he could see the sweat running down Sam's face. He was shaking Sam's shoulders trying to wake him up.

"Sammy!" Finally Sam opened his eyes, only to regret the action and closed them afterwards.

"Dude, you were having a nightmare again. You were mumbling in your sleep and thrashing around. You alright?" Sam knew that he would have to go to the bathroom soon, or the carpet would have a nice new shade of green all over it.

"I'll be fine." Dean could see that Sam was turning a nice color of green in his face, but didn't want to argue. It concerned Dean that his brother was having such horrible visions and nightmares lately. Dean watched as Sam almost leaped out of bed and closed the bathroom door behind him. Sam brought up whatever was left in his stomach and gave it to the toilet. He finished heaving and leaned his head against the bathroom wall.

Ugh, I'm going to have a WONDERFUL taste in my mouth for a while. He thought miserably. He looked at himself in the mirror and took in his appearance. He still looked a bit green in the face, with sweat making lines down his face as the salty streams continued down towards his neck.

"I look almost as bad as that animal carcass." He mumbled to himself. After washing his face and cleaning up his appearance, he left the bathroom.

Dean sat down on his bed and waited until Sam came out of the bathroom, not looking any better then when he had gone in.

"So you going to tell me what it was you were dreaming about?" Dean tried to keep his voice nonchalant, but couldn't help but worry about his brother.

"Vision again. Same thing that I saw last night. Just not as vivid or detailed, but definitely the same woman and creature." Sam answered tiredly.

"Here, take some of these." Dean handed Sam the bottle of aspirin that came from the first aid kit. Sam took the bottle gratefully.

"Thanks." Sam took out two pills and swallowed them dry. His head still felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it, but was relieved that Dean hadn't mentioned the fact that the bottle was nearing empty and that it had been completely full just a few days ago.

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After convincing Dean that he would be fine, the boys decided to head into town and take a look at the body of the latest victim and talk with the victim's family. After a stop at the coroner's office, they drove into a suburban area and pulled into the driveway of a green two-story house. As they knocked on the door, someone came behind them.

"Can I help you?" The boys turned around.

"Are you Neal Laurens?"

"Yes I am, and who might you be?" He asked, a little wary of the two young men standing at his front door.

"We're from the Wildlife Service. I'm Mr. Johnson and this is Mr. Rockford. We were wondering if we would be able to talk to you about what happened to your son." Dean stated as he flashed the fake id badge to Mr. Laurens.

After almost two hours of consulting the man, the boys left his house and got into the Impala. They had already gone to the coroner's office earlier that morning before talking to Mr. Laurens. They had taken a look at the kid's body, taking in the horrid detail of what that thing had done to the poor kid.

As Dean drove the Impala down the dirt road, he went over the things that Mr. Laurens had told them in his head. His son was an experienced hiker and loved to take the trails in Red River Forest. His son was suppose to meet up with two of his friends, but never arrived at his friend's house. His friends got worried after 3 hours of waiting and called Mr. Laurens. After two days of searching the woods, they came across his mangled body in a clearing near the center of the forest. The police had said that it had probably been a bear, but both he and Sam knew that it wasn't any bear.

"So what do you think Sam? Maybe we're dealing with a werewolf here." Dean asked as they continued down the highway back towards the motel.

"Yeah it's possible, I mean, the lunar cycle fits and it was about the right size to be a werewolf, but I'd rather go back and do some more research and see if the other victims were attacked on the week before the full moon, just to be sure."

"Yeah alright. I'll let you tackle the research, and I'll head to the bar and see what I can dig up on the history of this area from the locals."

"You just wanna go to the bar so you can pick up some numbers, Dean." Sam answered dryly.

"Dude, this is all business. It's only on our days off that I would even consider getting phone numbers." Dean replied with a smirk on his face. Sam knew Dean was good at getting information out of people at a bar. Heck he had more patience with drunk people than Sam did, but Sam also knew that if there were any hot girls in that bar tonight, Dean would definitely be getting their numbers.

"Right. Well whatever. See what you can find out." Sam replied. Dean chuckled to himself. Dean knew what his brother was thinking.

Yeah I'll get the info, but maybe some numbers while I'm at it. Dean grinned at that thought. Geez Sam, you know me sooo well...

"And try not to piss off the biggest guy in the bar either alright? Don't wanna be stitching your ass back together tonight." Sam added, knowing full well his brother would probably try and hustle some people out of their money by playing pool.

"Yeah, yeah. Besides nobody can kick my ass. I'm just too good." Dean smirked.

"Well there was that time in Texas..." Sam replied with a small grin. Dean's grin faded to a small frown.

"Dude! I did not have my ass kicked then. That was a draw. He still had it worse than I did anyways." Dean remembered that incident. It was a fair enough fight, though it was a draw in the end. Even though Dean had suffered two cracked ribs, a sprained wrist and bruises on top of bruises in that fight, Dean had done pretty well, considering the guy had two friends and was at least a head taller and 80 pounds heavier than he was.

"Yeah, okay Dean. Whatever you say. Just don't tick off the locals." Sam tried to stifle a laugh, thinking about that fight back in Texas.

"Whatever." Was all Dean could reply. Though Dean was reluctant to leave Sam because of his recent turn of less-than-perfect health, Sam dropped Dean off at the bar and promised to pick Dean up in a few hours. Dean would be drinking some at the bar, so he wouldn't be driving himself back to the motel.

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After a few hours, Sam drove down to the bar and waited for Dean to come out. A few minutes later, he saw Dean exiting and making his way over to the Impala.

"So did you find out any information? And I mean useful information Dean, not what girl is currently single and how many shots it takes her before she's doing karaoke." Sam asked as Dean sat down in the passenger seat and closed the car door.

"Come on Sam, I already told you we are on a job right now and I was totally being professional... Alright, I scored two numbers." Dean said as he held the two napkins up so Sam could see the numbers. Dean couldn't help but grin. Sam merely shook his head.

"What did you find out about the town's history?" Sam asked as he started up the Impala and exited the bar parking lot. Dean shoved the numbers into his jacket pocket before answering.

"Well the attacks started about 40 years ago when two young hikers went missing. A few days later, they were found mangled and ripped apart. Police chalked it up as a bear attack, even though a bear has been seen about only a handful of times in this area since the start of the attacks. There's been 28 attacks since then, with only 3 survivors. All three have since moved away from the area, but the one guy I was talking to said that he had talked to one of the survivors about the incident. He said the guy had been doing a late night jog near Red River Forest, when he heard some sort of growl. Some animal attacked him and he managed to get away. The dude lost his right arm to the thing, but the guy claimed that it was some sort of giant wolf-like creature with the blackest eyes he had ever seen. Said the animal was pure evil."

"Sounds more like a werewolf every time we learn more about this area." Sam remembered their first werewolf hunt. It had been about 14 years ago, up in Minnesota. Their Dad had taken them along for once, to which Dean was ecstatic about.

They hadn't run into any problems in that hunt, and had learned that even though werewolves were rare, there were different kinds and each had their own unique patterns and temperaments.

"Yeah sounds like." Dean answered.

"I dunno, guess we could check out Dad's journal and hit the computer to see what information we can dig up on the area and on werewolves, considering there are a few different kinds of werewolves that we've heard about." Sam replied as they passed through downtown.

"You know Sam, I could have driven back to the motel room ya know? I'm not even wasted man."

"Yeah, well it gives me the chance to drive AND listen to my kind of music for a change." He smirked at his brother, who merely scoffed at him.

"You're own rules Dean. 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole.'" Dean stared at his brother in realization that Sam had turned his own rules against him, so that he could control the music in his car.

"Well don't get used to it, it's not going to happen often. She doesn't like the crappy kind of music that you play." Dean stated as they got back on the highway, heading towards the motel with a bit of a sour expression on his face. Soft rock had just started to play on the Impala's stereo as they pulled into the parking lot in front of the motel. Sam chuckled as they climbed out of the Impala, closed the doors and headed towards their room, while Dean was muttering to himself about how Sam didn't have any taste in music.

Ha, sometimes Dean just doesn't take humor the way he should. Sam thought to himself as they opened their motel room door. Sam went to the table and plugged his laptop into the wall. Dean closed the front door and went to his duffel bag.

As Sam waited for the familiar hum of the computer, signaling its start up, Sam watched as Dean started going through their Dad's journal again, trying to find any information that he could on werewolves and any other creatures that might fit the limited criteria. Finally, the computer was ready to go and Sam wasted no time as he started searching up information on different animal spirits, as well as werewolves that might fit the description. It was nearing 2:00 A.M and they still hadn't gotten much information. Dean wasn't having any luck in Dad's journal, so he had ran out to the car and dug out an old text that held information on different supernatural creatures and myths. Sam hadn't found much information on any of the websites that he had been searching. It had been a long day and Sam was beginning to struggle with concentrating on the task in front of him. A dull throb had begun to make itself known as it situated itself just behind his eyes. Then the pain in his head began to steadily increase. Sam placed his palm on his forehead and closed his eyes. Not long after getting the throbbing aches, Sam felt another wave of pain ricocheting within his head.

Damn it not now! I have to get out of here. I don't want to worry Dean about this. He thought to himself. Unfortunately for Sam, Dean had noticed the mask of pain that was plastered to his brother's face, as well as Sam's paling complexion.

"Sam, you alright?" Knowing full well that he wasn't.

"Yeah I just got a headache. I'll be fine." Sam said, trying to re-assure Dean . Sam took off to the bathroom and had only just managed to close the bathroom door when the vision took full force of his mind. Under normal circumstances, Sam could handle the visions when they hit. They were always painful, sure, but he could manage it. This time, however, it had come on too fast and Sam was not in the best of health in the first place. It was a case of too much too fast. Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began to fall backwards. He could just make out that he had hit the counter with the side of his head as the vision swam through his exhausted mind.

"Katie! Katie where are you?" A young man was wandering around the outer edges of the woods calling out to Katie. He was in his mid-twenties, with short black hair, blue jeans, and wearing a grey hoodie.

"Katie this isn't funny anymore, alright? You've proven your point that your tough, but can we just get out of here?" Nothing was returning his desperate pleas. The man stared up at the starry sky, sighing to himself.

"Why did we go out to this creepy place when the stupid moon wouldn't be up in the sky to give us more light? Or, better yet, not even coming to this dumb forest?" A small bush to his left began to rustle. A twinge of fear coiled around his insides.

"What? are you really that scared, Rick?" Rick jumped at the sound of his name.

"Katie, where the HELL have you been? I've been calling you for the last 10 minutes! Why didn't you answer me?" Katie came out of the bushes to stand in front of Rick. Katie was also in her mid-twenties with long blonde hair, fair skin and dressed in a light brown fall jacket and dark blue jeans.

"Look I just don't think that we should be wasting our time here on the edge of this stupid forest when we could be hanging out at my place watching some new horror movies, or going to the bar and having some fun there." Rick said with a bit of relief and anger in his words. A strong gust of wind blew past them and caused hundreds of leaves to dislodge themselves from their roots and fall forcefully to the ground. A low growl could be heard coming from a group of small bushes just behind them.

"Did you hear that?" Rick asked with a hint of fear in his words.

"Hear what?" Katie answered dryly as she walked away from Rick.

"You know, why don't you admit you're afraid and that your girlfriend has more guts than you d..." Katie turned around to find that Rick wasn't there.

"Rick! Now's not the time to play 'revenge' alright? Let's just go." A pained scream came from about a hundred feet away, within the forest.

"Rick!" Katie ran into the woods, trying to pin point the area that she had heard Rick scream. She came upon an opening in the trees. Blood littered the forest floor.

"Oh God. Rick! Where are you?" She screamed aloud. Hearing a twig snap behind her, she turned around and stared at the blackest eyes she had ever seen in her life. She tried to scream as the creature attacked her. The look in the creature's black eyes said everything. Power, control, and death...

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A/N: Don't worry. Limp!Sam is on the way next chapter. Thanks for reading guys!