Sam rubbed his forehead while looking at his laptop screen in frustration. "Dean, there's no reason why the wolves would be acting up all of a sudden." He closed his laptop and made his way over to the mini fridge in their motel room.
Dean was laying on the bed, beer in his right hand, watching Dr Sexy MD. "Maybe we gotta talk to more of the students." He brought the bottle to his lips and took a quick swig before turning his attention back to his beloved TV drama.
"Like who?" Sam asked while making his way over to the second bed and taking a seat on the corner. "We could always try to talk to the parents again."
Dean sat up slowly and turned to face his little brother, "They didn't know anything the first time, they won't know anything now. All they know is their kid was attacked by the big bad wolf."
"Wolves don't normally attack like that though; wolves don't normally attack at all, actually." Sam rubbed his forehead once more before letting out a sigh and dropping his hand to his knees.
"I don't know what to tell ya, Sammy. Something weird is going on." Dean nudged his head toward the small table on the other side of the room where Sam's phone was going off, "Gonna answer that?"
Sam sighed and reluctantly got up and crossed the room to answer the phone, "Hello?"
"Detective Page?"
His eyes snapped to his brother's, his expression serious. "Stella?"
"Yeah! Something happened! I need your help!"
"What's wrong? Where are you?" Dean had now gotten up and stood close to his brother in hopes of hearing what was going on.
"We were all in the woods for a post-game bonfire and the wolves came out of nowhere and attacked, I'm in the woods still, I'm trying to get to my house."
"What is your address? We'll be there soon."
"Ravens!" A large ginger football player yelled while opening his beer on top of the log. The high school students were gathered in a clearing in the woods to celebrate the game they had just won. Beer cans covered the ground surrounding the now large fire they had built.
The cheerleader with the dark red hair the boys had met in the office crossed the clearing to turn up the portable radio someone had brought, "God, I love this song!" She yelled to no one in particular.
Stella just shook her head and her friend, "Hilary, your music taste is horrid."
"Lil Wayne is a genius." She said after coughing, a result of a giant bong hit.
A blonde boy walked up behind Stella and wrapped his arms around Stella's waist, "I don't see how you don't like Lil Wayne." He said, joining into their conversation.
Stella let out a sigh, "Because he's an ugly abortion of an artist. When did music go to shit? What happened to the good stuff; like Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Nirvana? Hell, even The Carpenters are better than what is popular now."
Hilary held up her hands in self-defense, "Fuck, we get it. You need to get laid, you're way too uptight. Rick, do me a favour and take Stella out into the woods a little ways and fuck her brains out, 'kay?" She turned on her heel and began to walk away without saying another thing.
Wordlessly, the boy grabbed Stella's hand and escorted her to the woods surrounding the clearing and tried to start kissing her neck. "Rick, stop." He didn't. "Seriously, I told you no."
He pulled away and rolled his eyes, "We've been dating for 5 months."
"That doesn't mean I want to sleep with you in the woods with people 15 feet away from-" Her sentence was cut off by the sound of a scream coming from the clearing, more screams followed soon after.
Hilary and the rest of the group started running for the woods where Stella and Rick were, "Stella, we gotta go! The wolves came and attacked someone!" She grabbed her best friend's wrist and they started running.
"Hil, who did they get?" She asked while jumping over tree roots, Ricky was close behind her.
She didn't turn around to answer, she just ran faster. "Aaron Johnston. None of us saw anything until we heard him scream and saw two wolves ears-deep in his stomach."
All of a sudden Rick grabbed Stella's ponytail and brought her to the ground with him. A wolf was ripping into his calf and he grabbed the only thing he could, which happened to be the girl's hair, on his way down to the forest floor as he fell. Hilary's hand was at Stella's elbow pulling her up urging her to keep running. The last thing Stella remembered was the look of pure terror in his wide blue eyes as she ran away from him, and his screams echoing throughout the trees.
The boys pulled up to a rather large house and quickly ran to the front door, "Stella!" Dean yelled while banging on the door of the house, Sam had his back to the door, pointing his gun out into the darkness.
The door was flung open by Stella; her fringe was matted to her face and her knees were bloody, mascara left a trail down her cheeks. She quickly ushered them into the living room in the back of the house, it faced the woods they had just come from and the wall was made of windows.
"What happened?" Sam asked while looking out the windows, not able to look the girl in the eye. Dean joined him at the window and peered into the darkness hoping to see wolves in the woods beyond her grassy backyard.
"We were having a party in the woods cause our team won the football game, and I dunno the wolves just kinda came out of nowhere and started killing people." She said before she broke into a sob.
Sam made his way over to the girl and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame in an attempt to comfort her, unsure of what compelled him to do so. "Did you know the victim?"
She pulled away slightly and wiped her eyes, only smearing her mascara more. Nodding her head, "Yeah, I had lunch with Aaron every day, and the other guy was my boyfriend." With that she started tearing up again. "I don't know if anyone else died."
Dean pulled his eyes away from the window, "Stella, you need to go pack some clothes and whatever else you need right now cause you need to come with us."
Stella wiped her eyes once more. "What? Why?"
"Because these wolves want you; they are killing everyone around you, and I have a feeling you're next because they're standing in the treeline outside your house."