Typical Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you to everyone and I hope you have been enjoying it.

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Sam nudged Dean and jerked his head towards the door, "let's head over there." Kim glanced back towards them and smiled, "Be careful guys and watch each other's back. Werewolves might be aggressive but they can also be very cunning in their hunts." Sam nodded and Dean said, "you too," he glanced at Michael, "watch yourself." Michael just smiled and nodded.

Sam and Dean left to get into the Impala. Michael gathered his papers and the map. "They're actually nice guys. Not near as gruff and old as most of the hunters I've heard talked about." He packed his things into a small backpack and clipped the radio to his belt and smiled brightly at Kim, "Ready when you are."

Kim frowned, Michael was way too excited. She thought she should have sent Michael off with the boys, but she knew that he'd just point out that it was her job to watch out for him and he was here to watch her in action. She rolled her eyes again and picked up her pack. "Ok, let's get going." She walked out the door and threw the bag into the middle section of the Tahoe. Once they were both in and buckled, she headed for the park.

The wooded area of the park was huge and it would take them over an hour to follow the trail to the half way point where Dean and Sam were suppose to meet them. Kim glanced back at Michael and thought, "well over an hour to reach them." Smirking to herself, then made sure her hiking boots were laced tightly. The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark. She pulled out two large flashlights and checked them to make sure the batteries were still strong. Michael had walked around to her side of the Tahoe and she handed him one of the flashlights. "Ooh, Mag lites," Michael smiled as he moved the heavy flashlight up and down. "Yeah," Kim smirked at him, "if the werewolf takes me out you can hit him over the head with it." Michael smiled at her until he realized she was being a smarty, then frowned, "cute," was all he said as he turned and headed for the trail beginning.

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Dean parked the Impala in a shaded area hoping it wouldn't be easily seen by any park rangers that might be on duty. Sam grabbed a couple of guns out of the trunk, "You think we'll need more than one?" Sam asked with a smirk on his face as he handed one of the guns to Dean. Smiling mischievously as he tucked the gun into the front of his jeans, Dean said, "she sure was packing wasn't she, filled those jeans in nicely." Sam rolled his eyes and closed the trunk.

They walked the trail for quite a while, keeping their flashlights low so they could see where they were walking but not alert anyone in the distance to their presence. Hopefully, if there were any wondering rangers, Dean and Sam would see their lights waving across the path first and be able to take cover. So far they hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary. Every now and again Dean mumbled about how he hated camping. Sam just nodded his agreement and slapped at a bug or spider web that tickled his face. They heard something moving through the woods off to their left at a high rate of speed. They turned their flashlights in that direction and breathed as softly as they could trying to listen to the movement. It was moving parallel to them and sounded like it was moving away. Dean listened for a moment more then turned to Sam, "sounded like something too small to be the werewolf and it's leaving. Lets keep moving." Sam nodded, took a deep breath, and continued down the path behind Dean.

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Kim and Michael had been walking for quite a while when she heard the first sounds of something coming towards them. She glanced quickly back at Michael and he appeared to have heard nothing. He did notice her look and stiffened. Up ahead of them a little appeared to be a couple of benches and a trash can. Moving up to them she noticed that the path widened into a small clearing, a resting place for hikers and such. They were over half way to their meeting point with Dean and Sam.

The sound she'd heard became louder and now Michael heard it. Kim motioned to him and they both crouched down turning off their flashlights. Even with the full moon above them and the clearing it was dark. Michael could see Kim's outline and when she looked back at him he could see small specks of light reflecting from her eyes. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, but even then it was difficult to see more than just Kim's form. There was definitely something large coming towards them and Michael's heart raced as he pulled out the radio, ready to call Dean if they were under attack.

Kim listened to the sound. Her instincts were screaming at her that something was wrong. It was something more than just the noise though, she just couldn't pin it down. She listened intently picking out the different steps as they crushed the leaves and broke tree limbs. Then she found it and it made her heart skip a beat. Her adrenaline shot through the roof as she tried to contain the curse she wanted to scream. She could pick out the distinctive steps, one very loud set in front of her trying to hide the softer sets that were moving to their right and to their left. Her mind raced. "Werewolves are loners, they don't hunt in packs," she kept telling herself. She drew both her guns from her back and nodded to Michael.

As Michael hit the button to send the alert to Dean's radio, the first creature burst through the tree line in front of them.

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Dean was now leading the way. He listened as the sounds of whatever it had been grew more distant. He held his hand up to stop Sam who was walking close behind him. Something was making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. It only took him a moment before he heard the noise coming up from the behind them, it was soft, but it was enough that Sam heard it too. They drew their guns and turned their flashlights to point behind them. The noise stopped and everything was quiet. Too quiet.

They moved the flashlights to look around the area but the trees provided too many shadows. The trail was wide enough for one or two people to walk side by side in most places, so they stood shoulder to shoulder as they slowly stepped back the way they'd come. A noise off to their right caused them to turn, but still they couldn't see anything. Sam whispered softly, "is it trying to circle around us?" Dean just shrugged slightly and kept his eyes in the woods trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Dean was worried how it could have moved so silently to their right without him hearing anything.

The alert beep from the radio made them jump, but the crashing sounds they now heard coming at them from in front and to their left almost made their hearts stop.