DISCLAIMER
This now takes place after "Shadows". Cry belongs to Rogue Pictures and Supernatural belongs to the WB soon to be CW. I don't know Rebecca or Zach's last name, so I made one up. I only own any characters you don't recognize. And I don't know if a werewolf pack would be connected to each other, I just thought it'd be a cool twist.
STANFORD UNIVERSITY
PALO ALTO, CALIFORNIA TODAY
A group of people walked into a cave.
"You guys ready?" a girl who was waiting asked.
"Always," the group chorused. All but the first girl sat down.
"Lay your money down," she told them. Everyone did so and waited expectantly.
"Everybody remember the rules?" she queried.
"Avoid suspicion," Rebecca "Becky" Jennings recited.
"Manipulate your friends," her brother Zachary or "Zach" as he was commonly called, chimed in.
"And eliminate your enemies," the rest of the group chorused.
"Good," the girl approved as they closed their eyes. She walked behind her friends and then
wrapped her hands around a boy and scratched him with a fingernail. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.
"The wolf has been marked. And now the sheep must sift him out," the girl stated.
"Well, you know, I think it's---" Becky's accusation was cut short as a group of stocky, well-muscled men equipped with guns barged into the cave! Growling, Becky, Zach, and their friends let the wolf take over. The men began firing.
"Go! Go now!" the wolf that had previously been Becky ordered.
"We won't---" another wolf began to protest.
"That's an order!" Becky shrieked. One of the men pointed his gun at Becky and the wolf that had been the girl that had started the game leapt in front of her. A bullet lodged itself in her shoulder and she howled in pain. Meanwhile, out on the road, Sam and Dean Winchester had been driving through listening to a Black Sabbath tape. Other than that, everything was silent. That was until Sam started groaning in pain.
"What the---dude, you okay?" Dean asked in concern, turning his cassette down. Sam could only groan. The pain...he hadn't felt something like this since the night Jessica had died. Their bond had been so strong and then it was ripped away. That's what it felt like now. Like a bond was being taken away.
"Sam?" Dean asked sharply.
"Aaaaah! Dodger!" Sam screamed painfully.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted. As soon as he was able to, he pulled to the side of the road and cut the engine.
"Aaaaah! No! NOOOOO!" Sam shrieked. Dean winced at the sound. It was almost like a howl. Then, as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped. Sam panted in ragged breaths.
"Sammy?" Dean asked tentatively.
"We have to get to Stanford," Sam said hoarsely. At first, Dean was going to argue, say that they couldn't risk the chance of Meg or that demon following them back there, but then he saw his brother's face. It was a deathly pale and his eyes were wide. Sammy was afraid. No, not afraid. Petrified. Making a decision, restarted the ignition and turned, going back the way they had come.