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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They were both facing the creature as it burst through the tree line in front of them. They began firing almost immediately. As the second one came from the tree line behind and to their left, Sam couldn't turn fast enough. It slammed into his side as he turned, knocking the gun and flash light from his hands. He hit the ground hard. The creature's speed was enough that the impact and fall caused it to roll a couple of feet away from Sam.
Dean fired at the one in front of him as he heard Sam's grunt when he hit the ground. Sam's flashlight landed somewhere on the trail with the beam shining off into the woods. The first one didn't attempt to tackle Dean; instead it used one arm to knock the hand holding the gun away as it attempted to grab Dean by the neck. Dean blocked the attack and kicked the werewolf in the stomach to knock it back away from him. It only worked a little, but that was enough for Dean to fire a couple more rounds into its chest. Now that it was close enough, Dean's aim was right on target. Two shots, center of the chest, into the heart, and the beast crumpled at his feet.
Sam looked for his gun, but in the dark it was near impossible to find it. He turned back to the werewolf as it leapt at him. A couple of the claws dug into his chest and shoulders as it pinned him to the ground and tried to bite his throat. Sam pushed as hard as he could against its neck and chest keeping it away. Its hot breath was rancid and smelled of rotting meat, making it harder for his to concentrate on pushing and not vomiting. He tried to take a breath to yell for Dean but the pressure on his chest kept him from inhaling and she slowly began to realize that he couldn't breathe.
The werewolf's mouth was getting close when it was suddenly lifted shoved to the side. It straightened itself and was ready to pounce again when Dean fired the remaining bullets from his gun into it. However, in its crouched position, he didn't hit the heart. Sam saw his gun just a short distance away and grabbed it as Dean fired. The werewolf dove into the woods and they could hear it racing away, no longer trying to be quiet.
Dean quickly crouched next to Sam and began checking his wounds. "Did he bite you?" Sam shook his head, "no, just claws." He winced as he took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. "What the hell was that, Dean? Since when do they hunt in pairs?" Dean suddenly remembered the radio. He grabbed it from his belt and started calling into it, "Kim? Michael?" The radio returned some static, but nothing more.
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Kim's flashlight lay on the ground at her feet pointing up the path on the other side of the small clearing. She was crouched in a fighting stance with both guns drawn. Michael hit the button on the radio to signal Dean and Sam that they were under attack just as the first werewolf came into the clearing from tree line. As she raised both guns towards it, she heard the rustle to her left. She started firing at the one in front with the gun in her right hand as she turned her left gun on the newcomer. Unfortunately the one on the right side of the clearing entered as well.
Michael saw the first one and covered his ears as she started to fire; he inhaled sharply as the second one came at her from the left. His heart jumped into his throat when he saw the third coming in on the right and couldn't stifle his yell of panic as he tried to warn Kim.
Kim stopped shooting at the one in front of her and began shooting at the one on the right. Her heart sank, there was no way she could stop all three.
She knew the one on the left would either be on her in a few seconds or maybe try to get out of her line of fire. From the corner of her eye, she could see the one in front was almost on top of her, and the one on the right was still a couple of seconds away. She kept her eyes on the one on the right as she kept firing and waited a heartbeat for the one in front to get almost within arms length before she turned the gun back towards it. Since her head had been turned the entire time towards the werewolf on the right, the werewolf in front of her was ready to grab and bite its prey. Its mouth watered with anticipation as it set its eyes on her throat. But the gun swung back around from the left at the last second and fired point blank into its chest.
Unfortunately the momentum of the first werewolf kept it from falling backwards, instead it fell forwards and knocked Kim off balance just enough to make her have to take a step backwards. Michael hadn't moved, if anything he'd crouched closer to Kim. As she stepped back trying to keep her stance, she backed into Michael. Already in a complete state of panic, he yelled and fell backwards away from her, right next to the other werewolf. She turned as the one coming in from the right reached her and tried to tackle her to ground. She dropped the empty gun from her right hand and bent into a crouch before kicking in a circular motion low to the ground, tripping the werewolf. She heard Michael scream out in pain and watched as the other one grabbed at him. If the situation wasn't so horrible she might have laughed at the werewolf's hesitation as Michael hit it on the head with the heavy flashlight.
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Michael couldn't think. Nothing was going through his mind at all as the werewolf on their left jumped sideways onto all four limbs to get out of Kim's line of fire and creep up behind her. He could still hear the gunshots and the growls all around him. He tried to stay near Kim, but she suddenly stepped back into him, he screamed and fell over, right beside the werewolf that had been creeping up on Kim. Now in a crouch, it jumped on him. His mind raced, he screamed again as one of its claws grabbed his shoulder and shoved him down onto the ground. He started hitting it with the only thing he had, the flashlight. He hit the werewolf once and it hesitated like it wasn't really sure if the blow had hurt or not. Michael hit it again and again. The werewolf raised its head up slightly as the next swing barely missed and whooshed under its jaw. Michael's arm swung wide and the werewolf used its other hand to pin his arm across his chest. All Michael could do was scream again. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was glad he didn't sound like a high pitched school girl.
Kim straightened up, pulled the gun from its place on her stomach and started shooting the werewolf on Michael in the head and side. It roared at her as it stumbled slightly and then fell. The bullet in the head might not kill it, but it'll keep it down long enough for her to finish the job. The last werewolf had gotten its grounding faster than she'd hoped and turned while she fired on the other; it now jumped into her. They both crashed to ground, the empty gun from Kim's left hand sliding away. Kim was pinned on her stomach with the werewolf on her back, clawing deep gashes into her shoulders. Her head was turned towards the trees, she could heard it close to her head and feel its hot breath on her back and neck. She tried to lift up against its heavy weight, but it just dug its claws in deeper. She let out a cry of pain and from the corner of her eye she could see the werewolf's mouth coming at her head and neck.
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Dean and Sam held their breaths as they listened quietly. Off in the distance they could hear the unmistakable echo of gunshots, and lots of them. They looked at each other for a heartbeat before Dean grabbed Sam's hand and helped him to his feet. They grabbed their flashlights and began running down the trail as fast as they could in the dark. Both new perfectly well that they would not make it in time to help, but willing to make one hell of a run for it.
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Kim pushed up as hard as she could; hoping, if anything, to delay the bite and get it off balance enough to turn her body. The only gun in her hand with bullets was stuck under her and she had to get her arm free. She momentarily felt like it was working, but the werewolf just shifted and shoved down harder on her back. The air was pushed out of her lungs and she grunted with the pain.
Suddenly, there werewolf went toppling off of her and she watched it roll away in a tangle of arms and legs. Michael had no experience fighting anything. While he managed to tackle it off of Kim, he didn't know how to roll away fast enough to keep it from hitting him. Instead, he just became tangled up in its flailing arms as it twisted around and clawed him across the chest. As the werewolf turned, intent to rip his throat out with its fangs, Michael did the only thing his instinct knew to do; he threw up an arm and turned his head.
Kim rolled off her arm and the gun at her stomach. The werewolf rolled and flipped Michael over onto his back and clawed him viciously. Michael threw his arm over his face to shield it as the werewolf came at him again. Kim aimed and started firing. It was still dark but she could tell the larger shape on top of the smaller and fired into its side. The werewolf howled, rolled away and off of Michael, and then bolted into the woods.
Her gun was empty; she'd emptied the bullets from the third gun in her anger at the werewolf as it had run off into the woods. But she forgot about the one still lying on the ground behind her. At least until she heard it moving. Cursing to herself that she should have controlled her shots and conserved bullets a bit more, she dropped the empty gun and reached for the one strapped to her leg. As she drew the gun, the werewolf leapt into the tree line and began running. Cursing loudly, Kim began to follow. Running as fast as she could through the dark, listening to the werewolf as it ran only a few feet in front of her, but it was able to move faster than she was and it was getting away.
She tried to listen as it jumped and moved around the trees. When she heard it turn, she did the same, narrowly avoided several large oaks. Unfortunately, the farther away it got, the harder it was to follow. She finally had to stop when she didn't sidestep far enough and her arm and shoulder impacted with one of the trees. She fell to the ground, crying out in pain. She lay there listening and waiting for the pain to dull slightly into a throb, letting her know that nothing was broken. Everything was quiet. She listened to the werewolf running away into the distance and was at least glad that it wasn't coming back towards her.
Groaning she got up and headed back the way she'd run, only with all the running, she wasn't exactly sure. She took a few deep breaths and started moving slowly through the woods, hopefully in the right direction. Thoughts about the fight were running through her mind. Frame by frame as if the fight was in slow motion, each claw, attempted bite. She thought about the wounds on her body, the bleed claw marks on her back, the werewolf's intention to bite her neck and snap it. She began to worry about whether or not any saliva might have gotten into her wounds. She remembered Michael and the different chances the werewolves might have had. Could Michael have been bitten or infected? Could she be? The gun in her hand was small, but it had four silver bullets. Would she have to use them?