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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Kim had no idea where she was really. Now that the fight was over and the woods were starting to pick up their normal noises of insects and small nocturnal but normal creatures, her adrenaline was no longer in overdrive and she was getting light headed. The wounds on her shoulder and back were still bleeding, at least she assumed that the liquid she felt running down her arm and dripping from her fingers was blood. She let her left arm dangle at her side and used her right arm to feel for obstacles like the tree she'd run in to earlier. She moved slowly and tried to listen for signs of the others.
In the distance she could see lights. She stopped and watched them. It was hard through all the trees to really tell where they were, but they were definitely moving pretty fast off to her left. She took a shaky breath and tried to follow them, still clutching the gun in her hand.
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Dean and Sam were running as fast as they could down the path. The gunshots had stopped now and everything was quiet. They heard something large moving through the woods ahead of them so they stopped and lowered their lights again, readying their guns. Whatever it had been it crashed through the threes way ahead of them and kept going. Sam swallowed hard, "you think that was one of them?" Dean nodded his head, "yeah, but was it running away or just going back home?" Sam looked at Dean, "maybe both? I mean, if it had won it would have stayed and … you know," he didn't want to finish the sentence and Dean was glad he hadn't. But he knew Sam was probably right, so the werewolf running by was probably a good thing.
After a moment more, Dean stood up and started running again, "let's go." Sam was close on his heals as they continued running down the path. They could see some light head of them. It was very low and they knew the flashlights were on the ground. Neither light was moving, just shining off in different directions. Dean's stomach began to knot and looking back at Sam's expression as they slowed down to a walk, Dean knew Sam was thinking the same thing. If they were ok, the lights wouldn't be still. Dean whispered back, "maybe she's being cautious because we're coming up so fast?" Sam looked at him, "maybe."
Dean stopped and Sam stopped behind him, they listened and shined their lights towards what appeared to be a small clearing. They couldn't see anyone at first so Dean dared to call out, "Kim? Michael?" As they entered the clearing their lights landed on the dead werewolf lying next to one of the flashlights. The other flashlight was behind it a little bit and no one was around it. A groaning noise caught there attention and they turned the lights towards it, "Michael!" Dean yelled as he recognized the pain filled faced that tried to sit up. They both ran over to his side and started to help him sit until Dean saw the slashes and blood on his chest. Sam inhaled sharply as he caught sight of them too and Dean made Michael lay back, "take it easy Michael, you're pretty banged up."
Michael swallowed and tried to breath, but it was tough, "did she make it? Is she ok?" he whispered. Dean looked around the small clearing, "she's not here Michael. Where did she go?" Michael's eyes began to water as he shook his head, "I don't know. It happened so fast and it had her pinned to the ground so I jumped on it and … and then it just happened so fast. I remember the pain in my chest and I couldn't breath and then the gunshots. That's it, I must have blacked out." Sam just nodded his head and tried to comfort Michael, "ok, just take it easy. We're going to find her."
Dean started looking around the small clearing. He found three of Kim's guns with the chambers opened. She'd used a lot of bullets. A streak of fear ran up his spine as he turned back to Michael, "how many? How many were here Michael?" Blinking back tears Michael looked at Sam and then Dean, "three." Sam's jaw dropped as he turned to Dean, "What the hell, Dean? Two on us and three over here? That's five werewolves! That's a pack. What the hell is going on?" Dean just shook his head as he looked around and tried to judge the amount of blood that he saw, "I have no idea Sammy, but I do know that we need to get Kim and get the hell out of here."
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Kim moved towards the flashlights. She could see more than just two, so she knew Dean and Sam had arrived. She didn't try to be quiet; she didn't see any reason to now that the werewolves had run off. She did keep listening for anything that might be moving up from behind her, just in case the two that got away decided to come back and try again.
Dean heard the noise in the woods first and turned his gun and flashlight towards the sound. At first he couldn't see anything, but Kim finally came into view as she made her way to the clearing. Dean's jaw clenched as he saw the blood on her shoulder, running down her chest and left arm, which she wasn't moving, it was just hanging to her side. The smaller pistol was in her right hand and she stopped at the edge of the clearing. Squinting her eyes, she lowered her head, but didn't try to shield her eyes from the light. She was pale. Leaves and twigs were stuck in her hair. Dean lowered his light, put his gun in the small of his back, and moved over to help her.
Once the light was out of her eye, she looked up at each one of them. Dean didn't appear to be wounded, but Sam and Michael were. Instinctively she stepped away from Dean and raised her gun towards the other two. Dean frowned, "put that away, Kim." He moved towards her, only to have it pointed at him momentarily. Kim sidestepped farther away from Dean, aiming the gun back and forth between him and Sam. "Were you bitten? Either of you?"
Sam stood up slowly, leaving Michael resting on the ground. He held out his hands to the sides, showing the claw marks, "no Kim. Michael wasn't either. But his chest is pretty bad and we need to get out of here." Sam could see Dean trying to shift ever so slightly closer to Kim. He tried to keep her attention long enough and give Dean the time he needed to get the gun from her. Sam took another breath, "what about you Kim? You're looking pretty bad. Did you get bit?"
Kim's adrenaline wasn't in overdrive any more and she'd lost quiet a bit of blood, but she wasn't so tired or weak that she couldn't fight or pick up on what the brothers were doing. This was going to hurt, but she just couldn't relax. She just didn't feel like the fight was over yet. She kept her eyes on Sam and let him continue to try to soothe her down. But she was no longer listening to his words. On the edge of her vision she was watching Dean trying to edge closer. Her ears were picking up the subtle sounds of the woods around her. There were only normal sounds. It wasn't too quiet and it didn't sound like anything large was moving through them, noisily or stealthily.
She knew Dean was about to jump. For a split second she thought about just lowering the gun so he'd relax, but for some reason she wanted him to come at her. A mischievous thought ran through her mind. Such an odd time for it too. His breathing had become quick and slightly shallow when she'd first raised the gun. Now it was slowing, but still shallow. She waited for the moment when he held his breath for that split second before leaping at her. As Dean moved to grab the gun from her hand, she twisted her left shoulder into him and tripped him the rest of the way with her left foot.
Dean fell hard onto his back in surprise. He started to jump up to finish the fight but it was already over. Kim cried out from the pain in her shoulder and slumped down onto the ground herself. Through pain filled eyes she looked up at Dean and started giggling.
Kim couldn't help it; the look on his face just brought it out of her. Of course the light headed feeling from the loss of blood and extreme pain from her shoulder probably contributed, but she just couldn't keep herself from giggling. Dean just sat there looking at her in complete bewilderment. It only lasted a couple of seconds though. She looked at him one more time, smiling lightly, before her eyes rolled and she collapsed on the ground unconscious.
Dean shook his head and picked up all the weapons and the flashlights. He looked over at Michael, "Sam, help him up. We're getting out of here." He quickly moved over to Kim and picked her up. He cradled her as best as he could to keep from hurting the arm, nestling her head against his neck. "This is going to be a rough walk back to the cars." He turned the flashlight to the trail and started walking, "have I told you how much I hate camping …" Sam just smirked and helped Michael start down the trail.