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QHReiner: Thanks. No prob.

Raven524: Thanks. But of course. No it wouldn't. She's like the General Lee.

Blazingfire03: Sorry I confused you. Here's what I meant: Sam chained Dean's Impala to the front of John's truck and drove the Impala out. Okay, realistically that probably wouldn't work, but...it's my story. You'll see. Don't worry. I've taken that into consideration. Hope this update's soon enough.

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CHICKASHA, OKLAHOMA

The hunter chuckled sinisterly. He and his friends had the creatures on the run. Soon, their lives would be ended. He loved it. He loved the thrill of the hunt. Finding and killing any creatures they could get their hands on. Especially werewolves. They were the foulest of them all. They deserved to die. Just then, there were indistinct voices.

"Sir, I hear them," one of his friends said.

"Good. They won't last long," the hunter approved. They were just kids. They couldn't keep running. Especially if they didn't use their powers. With that, the group continued. The kids panted.

"Why are they chasing us?" a girl asked.

"I---I don't know. But we just gotta keep going," a boy answered. They continued on.

"Rick. Rick, I can't go any further. I just can't," a young girl said, crying.

"Come here, Chrissy," Rick told her. Chrissy did so and Rick took her in his arms as they quickened their pace. Rick didn't know why they were being hunted. His pack had never hurt anyone. They had always taken pains to make sure that other people remained safe.

"Why don't we just wolf out?" another girl suggested. It'd be so much easier and faster.

"Too risky," Rick disagreed. "We leave hair, and it'll be easier to track us," he continued. And that was something he'd never allow to happen. The group of hunters laughed menacingly. They could hear the the sound of the beasts now.

"How much further do you think they'll last?" another of the hunters questioned.

"They're growing tired, even as we speak," the head hunter assured his friends. Which was good. It would make their victory that much more triumphant.

"They're pretty smart---for a bunch of animals," another hunter stated.

"Yes. I would've thought that they'd change by now," the head hunter agreed. They continued until they reached a clearing. Then, guns were cocked. For a few minutes, shots rang out and yelps were heard. Rick lunged towards the hunters.

"You think I'm gonna let you kill my pack?" he snarled. The leader laughed.

"Boy, you're already dead," he scoffed. Then, he cocked his gun and fired. Rick clutched his chest.

"There'll...be...others," he gasped, before collapsing to the ground. The hunters walked up to the dead group and the leader kicked one of the kids disdainfully.

"One less group of monstrous beasts," he said. He and his friends laughed.