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In this chapter Sam is 19.

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Sam paced the cabin he had been shacked up in for the past year. He hadn't fed in days and it bagan to make him anxious.

He succeeded in keeping low from hunters and stuck to the animals around the cabin. He was miles from society to make sure he would not kill a human.

He felt alone. Every day that passed, he thought of Dean and his father. Praying they were safe because to Sam that was the only thing that mattered anymore. It was time to hunt again.

As the moon light flooded into the windows and his muscles stretched and reform, his mind went back to his childhood. Summer days spent in crappy motel pools with his brother. When he was fully shifted, he knew nothing. The animal inside of him taking over.

He jumps out one of the cabins windows and runs off into the dark forest. He mostly hunted rabits and deer for food. As he finished for the night he trotted up on a hill to bathe in the moonlight. An inhuman howl escaping his throat.

He was oblivious to the lurking eyes from within the woods.

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Dean sat behind the wheels of his baby. Tapping the leather steering wheel while waiting for his dad to meet with him at the diner in town. He looked over at the abandon cold seat. Lacking the warmth of his joyful and stubborn little brother.

He heard the rumble of his dads truck and was snapped out of his thoughts. He waits to see his dad step from the truck before leaving the vehicle himself.

Dean meets his dad inside and they sit in a booth. Things were quiet without Sam. Kid could have a big mouth at times.

"So Dean, how did that poltergeist case go over?" John broke the silence, looking through the menu.

Dean looks up at the mention of his name and clears his throat. "Yea it was good. Son of a bitch almost broke my leg." He chuckles quietly running his finger in a circle over the top of his beer bottle. "No more casualties. Ghost is as good as fried."

John nods his approval. Not amused with his sons remarks as he sets the menu down and picks up a news paper. "I'm gonna need you to take the werewolf case in Nebraska. Old buddy of mine has been checking it out and he found the freaks hideout."

A shiver makes its way down his spine and he nods. "Yea, dad. I'll head out in the morning." The rest of the night was spent in silence between father and son.

No one could have guessed the trouble awaiting the Winchesters this time.

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End Chapter 2

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