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Inspired by Cry Wolf which is the property of Rogue Pictures. Supernatural is the property of the WB, soon to the be the CW.

Sam's eyes darkened when he saw the aggressors and he let out a soft growl, as did Dodger.

"Dodger, get back in the cave," he instructed.

"No," she replied.

"Dodger, you just now got better and we can't risk you getting hurt again," he told her.

"Tough. I'm not going anywhere," she responded.

"Then you'll all die," one of the men said. Dean watched as Becky, Zach, Brad, Gwen, and the rest of Sam's friends growled. Then, his eyes widened in surprise as their skin rippled and became covered with fur. Only Sam remained unchanged.

"What the---?" Dean gasped. Then, "Dude, I ask again: what the heck kind of people are you hanging around?" One of the men cocked their gun and a werewolf lunged. Soon, there was a full-fledge fight for survival. Even Dean had gotten into the act, pushing past Sam's friends to confront their attackers. He wasn't gonna let some freaks playing cowboy kill his brother. No way. One of the men pointed their gun. A shot rang out and a bullet whizzed past the group. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Dean fall to the ground.

"Dean!" he cried. Instantly, he felt an itching on his skin and he could feel his eyes bulging out, as well as his nails becoming longer. He growled, lunged, and swiped at the men who had taken his brother. He let a claw sweep the men aside. Then, he growled and crouched over his brother protectively. Dean panted, trying to catch his breath as well as figure out what the heck was going on. Sammy was a werewolf? Something they had hunted?

"Get...away...from my brother," Sam snarled. The men looked at the pack, trying to assess the situation.

"What do we do, boss?" one man asked.

"We're too hurt. We gotta get out of here," the lead man said. One-by-one, they left. Then, slowly, the pack morphed back into human.

"Dude, get off me," Dean griped, pushing his brother away. Sam stared at Dean, who wore a tight expression. He unsuccessfully tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Great. Just great, he seethed to himself.

"You got somethin' you wanna tell me, Sammy?" Dean demanded.