He ran through the woods, tree branches grabbing his clothes and clawing at his face. His sneakers were falling apart and the state of the ground didn't help them much.

He tripped over a fallen branch and fell to his knees, probably scraping them up in the process. Shit. His heart pounded in his chest as he started crawling, anything to get away.

A growling sound erupted behind him and his movements became frantic. Need to get away. Fuck. He tried to get to his feet but in the process he was flung, like a ragdoll, to the ground.

He reached for his gun, then remembered that the werewolf had snapped it in half only minutes ago. He tried running again but it picked him up and threw him across the woods. He heard something crack as he impacted with a tree. He groaned and tried to get to his feet again, slipping on his own blood in the process.

He realized that the source of the crack was his dislocated shoulder. He grabbed onto it as he started running again. He tried to ignore the blinding pain irrupting from his shoulder but it was no use, he felt himself staggering, slowly losing balance and consciousness. His breathing was forced now, and his heart was pounding louder than ever.

Is this what being afraid feels like?

The blackness that had been creeping in from the corner of his eyes suddenly overtook him and he collapsed on the ground. The werewolf closed in to claim its prize.

**

George woke up, panting hard, drenched with sweat, her heart filled with terror at what she had just seen. It was a dream, just a dream. But how could a dream be so damn vivid? Just a dream, I'm obviously worried about him. Just a dream. She squeezed her eyes against the tears forming in them. Why the hell am I crying? Even if it was real what the hell could she do about it? If it was real he'd already be dead. Unless…unless she was seeing the future? It sounded absurd but it made complete sense to her.

She all but flew out of her bed and grabbed a hoodie Micah had gotten her from college before he got landed in jail. Then she ran over to her bed and pulled up the mattress, retrieving a gun Dean had given her right before he had left.

She stopped as her hand closed around the barrel of the gun. She almost laughed. She was a 15 year old girl with a single gun who was going to drive 750 miles for a boy who hunts vampires and werewolves for a living. She needed help, but who could she go to? Erin? Maybe, he could probably hotwire his dad's Camaro for her and his dad probably had a bunch of weapons.

It should take half a day but knowing Erin and his driving he would probably get them there by tomorrow afternoon. She realized that Erin was her best and only shot.

Werewolf. Would Erin believe it? Probably not, but it was worth a try anyway. But she had Keith and Josh to worry about, she couldn't just leave them here all alone.

She suddenly heard noises from downstairs, George opened the door and tried to keep her breathing to a minimum.

She verified that the sounds were the rest of her family coming back from their hunting trip, she realized that her father would probably be checking up on them soon, then she panicked. She threw off her hoodie and tossed it onto the floor and threw herself onto the bed, tucking the gun under her pillow and closed her eyes just as her father pushed open the door.

She felt him place a gentle hand on her head before tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead and walking back out of the room. She waited until she was sure he was well away from her room before getting back out of bed.

She grabbed the hoodie and pulled on a pair of army pants, tucking the gun in the waistband of her pants. She considered going to Jean or Micah for help but that would probably just be selfish. If Micah got caught hauling around a bunch of weapons he'd be sent back to prison in no time, and Jean didn't exactly have a clean record either, and he was almost turning 18 and he was just told that he might get off

probation in time for graduation, there was no way she'd risk her brothers' futures like that.

George eased the window open and jumped out onto the roof above the porch below her. She winced at the impact but made her way to the ground in one piece. She checked behind her shoulder for any sign of her brothers and turned back around only to come face to face with her brother.

"Shit, Micah!" she hissed giving him a venomous glare.

"Where the hell are you going?" he hissed back, fixing her with a similar glare.

"None of your business"

"You're my sister, it is too my business"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, you barely talk to me at home, let alone give a shit where I go at night"

"Are you in trouble?"

"What? No. It's…someone else"

"It's that punk isn't it? The Brit?"

"No."

"If you needed help you should've come to me you know"

George sighed and ran a hand through her hair trying to think of some way to explain it.

"Look Micah, first of all I wouldn't ask you even if I wanted to okay? You just got out of jail there's no way I'm gonna do anything to put you back in that shithole. Second, this really has nothing to do with you okay? So just let me go, I promise I'll be back before anyone notices I'm gone" It was a little lie but she could just ask Micah to say that she was at Erin's and her dad would probably buy that.

"First, George, you shouldn't be worrying about me like that, if you're in some sort of trouble you know I'd gladly go back to help you." George huffed. "Second," Micah ignored her "Whatever has you sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night is obviously my business. Got that?" he was fuming now, a byproduct of his obvious frustration with her at the current moment.

"Micah" George groaned, stretching out his two syllable name.

"George" he repeated in a similar manner, using a whiny sort of voice obviously meant to be hers.

"If I even try explaining it to you you'll think I'm nuts"

"Try me"

George took in a deep breath and quickly relayed her dream to him, she left out the bits about the werewolf, he didn't need to know that much.

Once she was done Micah stared at her for a good minute with a completely blank look on his face. He didn't even blink, it was actually a little bit unnerving.

"Lemme get this straight, you're going all the way to Wyoming because you had a dream about some kid that's going to get butchered by an animal and you want to save him. Right?"

"Well yeah, that's the basic idea" George nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

Micah was a quiet for another couple of moments before raising his eyebrows at her.

"You really really like this kid don't you?" his face finally displayed emotion, curiosity.

George shrugged and muttered something along the lines of 'Well…kinda…a little bit…I guess' Micah rolled his eyes and sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I want to help then."

"But-"

"Shut up"

George sighed, there was no point in arguing with him anymore.

"Micah, someone needs to cover for us if we do leave"

"Jean" he made it sound do simple she was tempted to trust him.

"But-"George frantically tried to find some loophole.

"Look I'll go talk to him now. Incidentally, where were you headed?"

"To Erin's. I figured he could hotwire his dad's car and get some of his dad's guns or something" Micah looked thoughtful.

"Okay, go do that. I'll go find Jean and catch up later"

George nodded and started walking when Micah stopped her again and pulled out the gun. He held up for her with a questioning eyebrow cocked.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Dean gave that to me"

Micah's eyes narrowed and he mumbled to himself, probably about how Dean was a bad influence or something, He put the gun back where it was and covered it with the hoodie.

"Don't let anyone see that." He warned.

George nodded and took off, running, to Erin's house. She tapped on his window, when she got no response she tapped again, more forcefully this time. His groggy face appeared in the window, he rubbed his tired eyes and opened the window.

"You're going to kill me one of these days woman"

"Yea yeah yeah. Listen, I need your help"

"My help? What the fuck do you need my help for?"

"I need to go to Wyoming. Now."

"Why?" his voice dripped with skepticism.

"I…think Dean's in trouble. Or will be anyway. And I need to go help him"

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?"

"I think he's going to be attacked…by an animal…or a werewolf"

"A werewolf?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy but you need to trust me on this okay?"

"And even if we do find this thing, how do you suppose we kill it?"

"Uhm…I've got a gun?" Erin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Everyone knows that the only effective weapon against a werewolf is silver"

"So, what, you want me to forge silver bullets?"

Erin shrugged and George laughed.

"You can't be serious"

"Fine, if that's too complicated for you than a silver knife might work too"

Erin disappeared for a couple of minutes before reappearing with a strange looking dagger in his hands. He offered it to her and she took it through narrowed eyes.

"Why do you-?"

"Got it off Ebay, don't ask. So you need a ride right? Alright I guess I could hotwire my dad's car for you"

"Could you drive? Please?" George grinned as innocently as she could muster.

"You're going to kill me one of these days, I say it over and over"

George jumped and threw her arms around him, wrapping him up into a huge embrace.

"Thank you thank you thank you. I owe you so much Erin, you have no idea. I'll do anything"

"We'll work something out" Erin smiled and patted her head before pushing her away.

"Now get off me, I've got to change" he shut the window and disappeared again for a few more minutes before appearing once more and climbing out the window.

"C'mon let's go" he gestured for her to follow him.

"I really appreciate this Erin"

"Don't mention it" he smiled at her.

George smiled back and followed him to the garage, keeping her eyes peeled for Micah at the same time. Erin seemed oddly helpful, he didn't even pick on her about the whole werewolf thing, it was almost as if he wasn't Erin, like he was someone else. There was definitely something wrong with him but George didn't have enough time to dwell on it.

She wouldn't let him die, not in a million years.