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Supernatural and its characters belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize. I don't know what time of the year deer season is, but for this story, it's the wrong season. And I don't know if you're allowed to make campfires at campsites anymore, but for this story, it's allowed. Slight reference to "Dead Man's Blood". Got Sam's eye color from Jared's bio on Supernatural Realms. Not sure if cells really have speed dials or not, but for this story, they do. Resubmitted 'cuz I decided to be Tommmy Oliver and forget the shoutouts the first time around. Sorry.
The Winchesters arrived in town armed to the teeth, cellphones on, and immediately split up to cover more ground. John went to the local police station.
"Oh. Hello, Agent Haggard," an officer greeted.
"Hi. With what happened to my youngest partner, I didn't get the chance to ask you if you had noticed any strangers in town...besides us, that is," John stated.
"Well, a group of people showed up here about a week ago. Said they came here to hunt deer," the officer replied.
"Wrong season for that," John commented.
"I know. But they haven't broken any laws that we're aware of, so our hands are tied," the officer said.
"Hmm," John mused. "Thank you," he said, giving the officers a polite nod. Then, he walked away. Well, we got a possible lead. That's good news. Now, let's just hope these guys haven't skipped town yet, John thought to himself. As the Winchester patriarch headed for another part of town, Dean was checking camp sites trying to see if he could figure out where the hunters were hiding. So far, he had searched three and had found zilch. He let out a groan of frustration. He didn't like this. Not one bit. They had potential werewolf hunters out there, and his younger brother was caught in the middle. With another sigh, Dean headed for the last site on the list. Hopefully, they'd be here. That way, they could be taken care of and this town would never be bothered again. He pulled into the lot, flashed his fake badge, and drove on through. Then, he parked and headed for where he thought the hunters might be. It didn't take long to find them. The idiots had lit a campfire. Dean followed the trail, being careful to stay behind the trees so that he wasn't seen himself. He perused his discovery. There was a group of ten men. Man, that pack didn't even stand a chance, Dean thought to himself, taking in his surroundings. Then his brows furrowed. Though the group he was watching had ten men, their gear suggested that there were more. Dang it. Sammy, he thought, his eyes going wide. Had he left his brother a sitting duck---er, wolf? Well, no matter. He'd even the odds a little. With that, he pulled out his .38 and cocked his gun.
"Hey. What was that?" one of the men questioned. A shot rang out, hitting him dead center. One of the hunters grabbed a rifle, cocked it, and returned fire. The bullet hit a tree. Dean let out a silent scoff. The guy couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Dean fired again, hitting another hunter. All heck broke loose. Meanwhile, Sam had asked around town and had found out who the pack's friends and family had been. With this information, he had interviewed some of the people, but they hadn't been aware that the kids had been werewolves, so he couldn't really ask them much. Suddenly, he caught the lingering scent of a werewolf in a house he was passing.
"Here we go," he murmured. Not only was there a remaining smell of a member of the pack that had been murdered, but there was also another werewolf inside. From the smell, Sam would say a girl. He knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a girl about fourteen. Her eyes flashed and he could feel the irritation and natural distrust rising. Werewolves were extremely terroritorial and didn't like others intruding on their turf.
"What?" she snapped. This guy was another werewolf and she didn't have time to deal with some kind of pack override.
"Easy. My name's Sam. I'm here to look into the murder of your pack," Sam told her. She blinked.
"Come in," she invited, opening the door more.
"Thank you," Sam acknowledged, following her inside.
"I'm Dani," the girl said. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" she offered.
"No, thank you," Sam answered. They sat on the living room couch. "I just want to first say, I'm---I'm really sorry for your loss. I know what it's like to lose a member of your pack," he continued.
"It bites. No pun intended," Dani stated.
"Yeah, it does," Sam agreed. Then, he caught scent of the overwhelming sadness radiating from Dani's person. He frowned. Yeah, she had just lost her entire back, but the only way she could feeling sadness of this magnitude was if...
"You lost your mate, didn't you?" Sam asked.
"H---how did---?" Dani stammered.
"My mate was murdered. About a year ago," Sam told her.
"His name was Rick. He---he didn't mind that I was a couple of years younger than him. He---he looked out for me," Dani confirmed. Sam's Adam's apple shook at the sadness in her voice. He knew how she felt. He still missed Jessica so much. That was part of the reason, he had shied away from falling for another girl. He was still grieving for his her. It was the only thing werewolves and vampires had in common: they mated for life.
"Dani, I know there are hunters here. They probably showed up maybe just about a week ago," Sam stated.
"Yeah, that's about right," Dani confirmed. She was slightly confused as to how how Sam could know that, but just chalked it up to the probability that his powers were keener due to the fact that he was older.
"Do you think you could possibly identify any of them?" Sam asked gently.
"I---I think so. I---don't think I'll---ever---forget their smell," Dani said shakily.
"You sure? I don't want to push you," Sam told her.
"I'll---I'll be okay," Dani assured. Sam nodded. They walked back to the front door. Sam had just opened the entryway when Dani whined in fear.
"They're here," she whimpered. Sam growled and let his eyes shine yellow.
"Stay inside," he ordered. He blinked and his eyes were once again his eyes were blue-green. Then, he stepped outside just in time to see a green pickup stop in front of the driveway. He growled softly and watched as they approached the house.
"You're not welcome here," he told them.
"We're here for the girl," a man stated.
"Well, you're not goin' to get her," Sam retorted.
"Boy, I don't think you know who you're messin' with," another man said condescendingly.
"Funny. I was about to tell you the same thing," Sammy dryly tossed back.
"Look, just give us the girl and no one will get hurt," another man told him.
"Wrong," Sam disagreed. With lightning reflexes of his inner wolf and hunter training, Sam lashed out, slapping a man.
"He scratched me!" the third man yelled, holding a hand to the bloody wound.
"He's one of them!" the first man realized. A full-fledged fight broke out. Sam was doing pretty good for the odds laid out against him. However, he failed to notice one of the men pull out a syringe filled with a clear liquid out of his pants. The man loaded the syringe into his gun that he had just taken out of his back pocket. Then, he fired. Sam yelped as the needle pierced his shoulder. Then, he fell to his knees. He felt so sick, so weak. Everything was spinning.
"Take him. Put him in the truck," he heard one of the men said in a distorted voice.
"What about the girl?" another man questioned in the same voice.
"Leave her. This one's the fighter," the first man said sneeringly. Then, Sam felt something hit his ribs. He moaned, but managed to stay in his current position. Without the hunters noticing, Sam pulled out his cellphone and pressed the first name on his phone's speed dial. Then, he repocketed it. Then, he fell into oblivion.
