Yay my very first attempt in writing a "Monster-of-the-week" Story aaaaand I think it's a fail.
Seriously, I don't even think if this story makes sense at all.
And this one turned out darker than I have planned it.
Well: Pretty dark beginning and super silly ending XD

Anways, I hope you enjoy it :3

Never mess with the Guardian of the Forest

"This really is the shittiest job we have ever done!"

Snorting like a boar in the bloodlust, Dean Winchester trudged through the magnificent forest, where he is currently staying with his brother Sam.

But he didn't like this forest at all.

The complete opposite was the case, because he found this forest terrible.

A day earlier, there had been a storm and the ground beneath his feet was still muddy and soaked by the rain, which made it difficult to walk. The fact that his shoes and the bottom of his trousers were thus totally dirty, he ignored since hours.

Shortly after sunrise, they had arrived in the forest to investigate a series of strange murders.

Three people had been found dead this week.

There were no bite marks, nor scratches, nor gunshot wounds, or any other traces pointing to an animal or a person who was responsible for their deaths.

The brothers were groping in the dark and because of that the mood between them was anything than good.

Above all, Dean had a problem with this case.

He hated this case, he hated the forest and above all he hated this mysterious something that had killed these innocent people.

Well, innocent was no proper description for the victims, because they all had been hunters. No monster hunters, but hunters who went into the woods and shot helpless animals. Not to consume their meat, no. They wanted to make trophies out of the antlers of a stag, or shoot a bear, to be able to stuff him, so that he would be some kind of nasty decoration, standing around in the house.

Dean could only shake his head and his brother certainly fared not differently.

Humans were still the true monsters...

Nevertheless, the brothers wanted to pursue this case.

Reason alone, because they absolutely needed a break from the demons.

Day in and day out they were dealing with these black-eyed bastards.

A good, old-fashioned monster hunt in Winchester-style was just the right distraction for both of them and exactly what they needed now.

Nevertheless, this case also gave them both a headache, because no one knew, which monster or what God was responsible for these killings.

Sam had read many books and searched the Internet for clues, but his search was unsuccessful. Therefore, the two brothers had gone into the forest to make themselves a picture of the situation and maybe, they would get more information about the mysterious attacker who hunted humans.

But still they found no trace and Sam was sick of Dean's nagging.

Here he complained about mosquitoes, there he complained about giant spiders, that were crawling deliberately on his body, branches that caught in his clothes and even the forest floor itself seemed to have conspired against the older Winchester, because every few feet Dean complained that he would get stuck in the mud.

Sam had since been struggling with some other problems, because he walked behind his brother and the younger of the two brothers couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Whenever he turned around, he swore he saw sparkling eyes in the protection of the forest, that watched his every move and it gave him shivers down his spine.

"Now come on, Sam, I don't want to stay here overnight!" he heard his brother growl and quickly the young hunter tried to catch up with the elder.

Probably his mind just played him a prank...

Slowly evening was coming and the sun already turned the clouds over their heads red.

And Dean's worst nightmare had come: He and his brother would spend the night in this goddamn forest.

He had so hoped that it would not happen, but now the time had come and yes, this forest was high on his list of the most hated places where Dean Winchester would never return!

It was not long until Sam had managed to set up the tent, where they would sleep that night, and Dean had managed to make a fire.

The sun was not yet gone, but the shadow of the trees grew slowly longer, testified that the night was approaching and it wouldn't be much longer, until the only source of light in the darkness of the forest would be the campfire.

Dean shuddered at the thought to sit in total darkness and hope that the fire would not go out. Just the imagination of what kind of animals roamed through this forest at night...or what kind of monster...gave him the shivers.

"Hey Dean! Look. There."

The hunter almost crawled out of his skin, when his brother placed his hand on his shoulder. With the other hand he pointed next to him and Dean turned his head in the direction in which Sam's finger pointed.

Not far away from them, between all the trees and bushes, stood a magnificent stag.

Proud head held high, he presented the two brothers his mighty antlers. Silently, Sam and Dean looked at him and the deer stared back, from eyes that shone so brightly, as they had never seen on an animal before.

Suddenly it felt as if time stood still.

For a brief moment, there were no monsters, nor demons, nor anything else.

At this moment Sam and Dean had only eyes for this splendid deer, the Lord of the forest, in front of them, who still stood motionless and looked at them. And then, all of a sudden, the animal began to move and walked slowly toward the brothers. Dean winced slightly, when he noticed a movement in the corner of his eyes. Sam stood up and moved slowly toward the deer. His eyes shone like those of a small child and for the first time that day, Dean allowed his lips to curl into a small, loving smile, when he watched his brother, who sat down on the ground, just a few feet away from the deer.

And then...he stood before him and Sam dared, after some initial hesitation, to even reach out his hand and touch this magnificent animal.

Dean's jaw dropped open, as the deer lowered his head and allowed Sam to touch him and a look at Sam's direction confirmed Dean, that his brother was just as surprised as he was.

However, the moment ended as quickly as it had come.

Something cracked in the undergrowth and the deer raised his head, looked around and disappeared with a flowing movement into the forest.

Sam felt his whole body still shaking with excitement, as he stood up again and went back to his brother.

"Did you see that?"

Even his voice sounded like that of a small child, so full of pride and joy and Dean's smile grew and he couldn't resist the urge to tousle his little brother's hair lovingly as he sat down next to him.

"Looks like my little brother is now Doctor Dolittle huh? Has the deer whispered something into your ear Sammy?"

Sam rolled his eyes playfully and poked the other in the side.

"Stop it Dean."

Dean just grinned.

Perhaps this forest was not as bad as he had thought at first...

When night had fallen and had dipped the forest in darkness, the two brothers had gone to bed. In this darkness you could not even see your hand before your eyes, and the two decided that they would wait with their search until the next morning.

That night Dean was happy to have his brother by his side.

Even if he was already sleeping soundly.

It was Dean a mystery how Sam could find sleep in this tent.

Mosquitoes buzzed around their heads, cicadas chirped in the dark and here and there an animal scurried through the foliage. And Dean was still wide awake, on his side of the camp bed, eyes wide open, with sweat on his forehead and a beating heart in his chest.

It was long ago that he had felt a fear like that night.

This forest scared him and all that dwelt therein.

He had never been a natural person and yes, he was afraid of what had killed these humans in this forest, and he didn't want it to catch him or his brother.

As if on cue a howl rose in the dark, which startled Dean so much that he didn't hesitate to shake his brother rapidly, who woke up with a grumble.

"Dean...it's the middle of the night...go to sleep..." the young hunter murmured completely overslept and he snuggled further into his blanket and tried to fall asleep again, but his brother shook his shoulder again, stronger this time.

"Dean, stop it! I want to sleep."

"Shhh Sammy. Can't you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"This howling?"

"What howling? Dean. There isn't anything out there."

"I've just heard it Sam! It sounded like a wolf."

"A wolf?"

This time Sam turned around to look at his brother's face.

"Are you sure?" he asked, now with a hint of concern in his own voice.

"Yes Sam, I'm sure. I heard a wolf. What if he comes here?"

"Calm down Dean. Wolves are afraid of humans. They will not come here. We are safe here."

"What do we do if there is more than one? Wolves hunt in packs!"

Sam raised a questioning eyebrow and Dean was happy that it was so dark, because then he couldn't see how his cheeks turned red.

"That...that I've seen on TV."

"Dean badass Winchester watches nature documentaries? That's very interesting."

Dean could practically hear the smirk in Sam's voice.

"That's not funny, Sam! We are here in the middle of nowhere with a pack of wolves around us, and who knows what else! Perhaps this monster, that kills people in this forest, has already discovered us as well!"

"Calm down Dean. We are safe here."

"You don't know that Sam!"

"What's the matter with you? Since when are you so afraid of a forest?"

Dean didn't know the answer for that question and before he even made it to come up with an answer, the sound of a howling wolf penetrated their ears again and even Sam winced now.

"See Sam? I've told you it's a wolf!"

Sam sighed and finally sat up and began to squirm out of his blanket.

"What are you doing there?"

"I'll go out and look for that wolf."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you completely stupid Sam? Stay here!"

"Stay calm Dean, I'll stay outside the tent and make him flee if he is near us. It's just a wolf, no reason to panic."

Before Dean could stop his little brother, he had already opened the zipper of the tent and was on the way out.

Outside the tent, it was pitch black.

Only the moonlight lit up small parts of the forest, but Sam's eyes took some time to get used to the darkness. Far and wide, he saw nothing, he also heard no noise and he already wondered, whether he and Dean had imagined the howls, when he suddenly got the feeling of being watched again. And indeed, he could see a pair of sparkling green eyes, staring at him out of the darkness. He saw a flash of white fangs and a growl rose in the darkness, as the Wolf bared his fangs in front of him, and even in the darkness Sam could see how the fur on the back of the animal balked.

But something about the Wolf was different; Sam just didn't know what it was.

The animal just stood there, growled and fixed him with his gaze.

And those eyes...

Never in his life before, Sam had seen such sparkling eyes on an animal...or...yes he had.

The deer, which they had seen before, had had the same sparkling green eyes as this wolf.

But this was no ordinary wolf...

"Sam? Sammy!"

That voice...it clearly belonged to his brother but...it came from the direction in which the wolf stood.

But...a talking wolf?

That was too weird, even for Sam and Dean!

Perhaps he just imagined this?

Sam had gotten little sleep the past few days.

Yes, it had to be just his imagination.

Lack of sleep…

"SAM! DAMN IT SAM! HELP ME!"

The young hunter flinched, as Dean's screams pierced through the night again and this time the voice came from behind him. When the young hunter was back from his thoughts, he could see how the wolf disappeared into the darkness. But now Sam couldn't take care of the animal, because when he turned around, he gasped in shock, when he saw what had happened behind his back.

The tent was destroyed and Dean screamed like a stuck pig, as something tried to pull him into the woods. Something had wrapped around his legs and pulled on them. The older of the two Winchester brothers tried desperately to cling in the ground, but his fingers found no hold in the muddy ground and Sam had to watch helplessly as his brother was dragged into the woods.

Sam still tried to help his brother, but he was not even near him, because suddenly something whizzed down on him and hit him to the ground. The blow was hard and had hit his temple and for a short time, he swore to see stars. He could barely hear Dean's screams anymore and it was not long until his brother was gone. He could hear only as he screamed on and on and eventually even those sounds were silenced.

Sam was alone and his brother was now in the clutches of the thing that killed people in this forest.

"Dean...no..."

Sam didn't know for how long he knelt there in the mud.

It could have been minutes or hours, he didn't know.

Dean was gone, and that was all his fault!

He had left him alone in the tent, had allowed himself to be distracted by a wolf, from which he didn't even know whether it was real or not.

And those eyes…

Sam could swear that he had seen those eyes before somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

Still he could hear the screams of his brother in his head and he could feel how the panic reached her ice cold hand out to him.

He couldn't let Dean down now!

"Come on Sam, pull yourself together!" he reminded himself, and finally he found his strength back and stood up again. He tried to push the panic away from him, focused entirely on the sounds of the forest, but he heard nothing. Not even an animal or the chirp of a cricket he could hear.

It was as if the forest was dead...

Dead...just like his brother would be, if he didn't act now!

Sam took another deep breath, before he set out and searched the remains of the tent for something useful. He found a flashlight, but he couldn't find his or Dean's weapons.

Great!

He couldn't even defend himself against what was lurking in these woods!

The flashlight was better than nothing, and so the young man went looking for his brother.

On the muddy ground, he could see drag marks.

Sam would follow them and so he would find his brother and he hoped so much that he wouldn't be too late...

Goosebumps covered the body of the hunter and the flashlight was shaking in his hand.

He didn't just worry about his brother, because he cared for himself too.

This wolf with the gleaming eyes no longer went out of his head, and what would happen, if he would encounter this predator again?

He had no weapon with which he could defend himself!

And the Winchester had the feeling of being watched again.

As if the whole forest would have focused only on him...

Dean's drag marks led him deeper and deeper into this endless appearing Forest and Sam didn't know for how long he had been on the road, when he stopped.

Before him ended Dean's track and led him straight into a pitch-black cave.

A cave in which Sam didn't want to go at all, but this was about his brother, the last part of his family and that family he certainly wouldn't lose by the claws of a crazed monster!

Slowly the young hunter crept into the cave, the flashlight he held close to his chest.

Only the beating of his heart and the sound of his own blood were the only sounds that penetrated his ears, and he didn't dare to give even a peep from him, in the fear of being attacked by something immediately afterwards.

He went deeper and deeper into the cave, and soon he was afraid that he would never see his brother again, that he himself had got lost in this cave and would never find a way out of there, but suddenly another noise came to his ears.

It sounded very close and Sam thought it was his brother, but...this noise...it sounded less like screaming and more like...laughing?

Sam raised his eyebrow questioningly.

Why in the world should his brother laugh in such a situation?

Or he turned slowly crazy and got hallucinations already?

Otherwise the young hunter couldn't explain the supposed hilarity of his big brother, who was still in the clutches of a hideous monster.

The farther Sam broke into the cave, the louder Dean's laughter got and cries for help mingled with his almost hysterical laughter. Whatever was going on inside, it didn't sound like fun at all, even if his brother was screaming with laughter by now.

And when the young hunter was finally able to catch a glimpse of what was going on, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Dean lay on the floor of the cave and something, that looked suspiciously like vines or roots, had wrapped around his wrists and ankles and held him on the ground and more tendrils/roots had sought their way into his shirt and...tickled him?

Sam had really seen a lot of crazy stuff in his life as a monster hunter, but something like this was new, even for him. And as much as his brother seemed to suffer, but the younger of the two hunters couldn't prevent the little grin that crept onto his face at this sight.

But the grin faded quickly when he saw the creature standing there next to his big brother and looked down at him. The creature was huge, had hooves instead of feet, and the head of a deer, with a magnificent antlers on top of it and sparkling green eyes, which sparkled with glee, as it watched how Dean fall apart with laughter.

Of course!

It was the deer that they had seen the evening before, and Sam vowed that this thing had been transformed into the wolf as well. A monster who could change his shape, quite possible could imitate the voices of other people and who dragged his victims into a cave, where it tortured them cruelly to death...

"A Leshi...I should have known it!"

Before Sam could help it, the words came out of his mouth.

Louder than he wanted and when he realized his mistake, it was already too late.

He felt how something wrapped around his ankles and only seconds later he came down hard on the floor and was pulled alongside his brother. Panic went back to him and his eyes widened when tendrils disappeared under his shirt and started to stroke gently over his skin, while others held his hands and feet down.

"W-Wait! Wait!" he squealed with a much too high for him voice, as the ends of the vines began gently to stroke his ribs and his belly. They paused for a moment and the young men felt a shiver crawl down his back, as the Leshi moved into his direction, knelt beside him and bent his face down to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

Sam risked a quick glance beside him, where his brother still squirmed in his bonds and laughed hysterically. His eyes were already filled with tears and his face was already deep red, that the younger Winchester could see despite the darkness, since the beam of his flashlight lit up the small cave slightly. It was not far away from him, since he had only dropped it, when he had come down on the floor.

He shook his head and focused entirely on the creature that looked at him almost expectantly.

With a Leshi was not to be trifled with, even if what he just did to Dean didn't look particularly bad. A Leshi made a joke of it to annoy visitors of his forest, but when they woke his anger, he cursed them with either a disease, that would be fatal, or he cared personally for the invaders of his forest, dragged them in a cave, where he could be undisturbed with them and tickling them to death.

A Leshi was the guardian of the forest, a God that loved every animal, every tree, every blade of grass, and even every stone and it protected all of that. Sam and Dean were intruders and Dean seemed to have provoked him with his nagging. In addition, a Leshi was able to read minds and Sam knew his brother well enough to know that Dean spent the last night with cursing and burning this forest mentally. Something a Leshi not considered as a joke, but it saw it as a threat to himself and his forest.

Sam on the other hand had nothing against forests.

On the contrary: He liked it and he seemed to prove this to the Leshi last night, as the creature had come in the form of the deer to them. Sam had even been able to touch him, and at night it had visited the brothers again in the form of a black wolf.

The creature knew what Sam and Dean were, knew they would bring death and destruction to his forest and therefore the two brothers now lay here under his claws, receiving the punishment they deserved for messing with the lord of the forest himself.

Sam had to quickly come up with something to save himself and his brother.

They had no weapon that could halt the Leshi, so something else had to help them out of this situation.

"P-please. Listen to me."

The Leshi glared at Sam and seemed now completely focus on him, because the young hunter felt more and more tendrils slid under his shirt and the he tried to suppress a laugh, as he could feel a few teasing strokes under his arms, that made him whimper and grin like a total goof.

Great.

Of all the different kinds of death that existed, it had to be just the most embarrassing of all...

"Okay! Okahahay! You're mad! I understand that too! I-I would also be mad, when someone would simply enter in my house and...and destroy e-everything."

The creature cocked his head and Sam jumped, as an enormous, claw-proven hand lay almost gently on his head, and suddenly he thought he heard a voice inside his head.

"Get out of my forest! And never come back again!"

The words sounded so dark that Sam got goose bumps and had to swallow hard.

And those words were followed by a quick, hard tickle to his armpits, that made the young men howl with surprised laughter.

"ACK! Y-yehehe! Y-yes. We will never come back here and leave you alohohone, but pleahahase. L-let us go. Now. W-we will leave immediately, I prohohomise."

Again, the forest god tilted his head, seemed to be thinking about whether he could trust the boy or not. He knew that Sam and Dean were hunters and he knew that they had come because of him. The older he did not trust, but the younger...

He saw goodness in his heart and he finally let go of the two and Sam felt that he could move his arms and legs again and Dean had stopped laughing and lay now completely finished with the world next to him, eyes closed and gasping for air.

That was really the rescue at the last moment, because Dean wouldn't have been able to stand it any longer.

The Leshi followed their every move, as Sam helped his brother to his feet and slowly walked back to the cave exit. The gaze of the forest God almost burned into Sam's eyes and the young Winchester shuddered again and he and Dean made their way out of this cave and this forest as fast as they could, before the creature changed his mind.

On the way to the Impala, Sam noticed that they were still observed.

He heard the growl of a wolf, heard heavy footsteps of a bear, saw sparkling eyes in the darkness and it felt like that even the trees wanted to chase them out of the forest.

The tent they left in the forest. It was completely destroyed and there was nothing more they could get. They just wanted to get away from this place and finally the black Impala got in sight and Sam would have liked to burst out laughing, because of seemingly endless relief, but he held himself back and instead he and his brother ran as fast as he could to the car.

A few minutes later, the brothers were on the road.

The faint sunshine already announced another new day.

None of the brothers spoke a word, because they appeared to be both caught up in their thoughts.

Until Dean spoke first:

"Sam?"

He still sounded exhausted and Sam risked a glance at him.

Had looks be able to kill then the young Winchester would have crumbled to ashes in this moment.

"When you lose a word about what happened tonight then I'll kill you! Do you understand that?!"

And now Sam couldn't hold it back anymore and soon his loud laughter echoed through the Impala.

Dean on the other hand growled like the wolf they had seen just a few hours ago.

"If you want to, I'll give you a good reason to laugh later, but now you'd better keep your mouth shut!" the elder hunter growled and he crossed his arms above his chest as he blushed madly and sank deeper into the passenger seat of the Impala.

"Never ever again we will chase a Leshi! Other hunters can deal with this shit! I am done with this..."

The End

And that's it.

I hope you liked it and I have chosen a Leshi because...well I like it...I like it very much :)
I love nature, the Leshi loves nature. Yeah I think we would become best friends XD