Chapter 6

The twigs underneath snapped from someone stepping on them as they walked along the pathway in the woods. The wind blew, making leaf's fly around them. They turned around quickly, only to come to face with a creature. Stepping back out of fear, they stared at it, afraid to make a sudden move, and make it angry and jump them. Their breathing quickened as their eyes locked with the creature. After several moments, they finally spun around and took off down the pathway, trying to run, run for their life. The creature ran after them, quickly catching up to them.

"Hey!"

The creature stopped and turned around, and looked at the person who stood a few feet away from it. It growled, showing them its teeth.

They glanced at the person and waved their hand at them. "Get away from here, now!" They hollered at them while they reached for their gun from the back pocket. Pointing it at the creature, they were ready to fire. Only they didn't have a chance when it launched at them, knocking them backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud and a grunt. They put their arms up, having their hands on its chest and neck, trying to keep it from getting closer to their face. Their strength was becoming weaker by the minute, the creature was stronger than they expected. They turned their head and saw that their gun was too far to reach. They cursed under their breath when they knew they should have held on to it tighter. Looking back at it, they locked eyes, and tried to get enough strength to push it off them. "Get the hell off of me!" It growled at them again and leaned forward while opening its mouth wide, revealing the large teeth. The thing leaned in further, gripping them harder while it sunk its teeth into their neck, which caused them to cry out from the pain that shot through them.

Summer gasped and sat up in bed. Her breathing had gotten faster during the dream. She felt sweat slowly drip down her face. She sighed and leaned forward, leaning her elbows on her lap, resting her hands over her face.

"Bad dream?"

She looked up quickly and saw Dean sitting at the table, holding a water bottle in his hand while his legs were up on the other chair.

"You could say that," she replied, pushing the covers off her and got up, and walked over to him.

He lifted his legs off the chair and put them down on the floor. "Have a seat."

She sat down on the chair and leaned back in it. "What are you doing up?"

"I got thirsty," he told her.

She nodded. "I see."

"What was your dream about?"

"I don't really remember it."

"You are such a liar. You can tell me. Besides, you've woken up like this a few times now… how can you not remember it?" Dean said, showing her he didn't believe her.

She sighed. "Ok, fine, I'll tell you. I dreamt that someone was in the woods. Something was chasing them. I don't know what… some kind of creature. The creature was ganging up on them, and someone else yelled out, which caused the creature to face them. They yell for the other person to get out of there. The thing jumped the new visitor and after them trying to get it off them, it leans in and bites them in the neck. That's when I wake up."

"Well, that's a strange dream," Dean said, setting his drink down on the table. "Has the dream changed at all?"

"No, it's the same every single time. Nothing changes."

"Could it mean something?"

"Mean what? That a person gets attacked in the woods by some creature? I don't see how it could mean anything."

She then saw the look on his face. "What?"

"What if…" he trailed off while standing up and walked over to Sam. "Sammy, wake up," he slapped Sam on the leg slightly.

Sam groaned while opening his eyes and turned over. "What is it?"

"We need to talk," Dean said setting down on the bed across from him.

"What, right now?" Sam asked sitting up, rubbing his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Dean, it's three in the morning, can't this wait until later?"

"Dean, you didn't have to wake him up," Summer said facing them.

"Sam, you've had dreams where you see something happen, and then it happens a few days later, like…" he lowered his voice knowing how the topic is touchy for him. "How Jessica died... you saw it happen before hand."

"Dean, why are you bringing this up?" Sam asked, showing him he was not up for this type of talk.

"I'm bringing it up is because I think it's happening to Summer."

Sam now looked surprised by this. He sat up more in bed, and looked over at her. "What are you dreaming about?"

"That someone gets attacked by a creature. I have had this same dream for at least two weeks now. However, it's gotten worst over the past week."

"What did this creature look like?" He asked.

"Um, it's kind of hard to say, it was night time when the creature attacked."

"Try to remember something that could be helpful."

Summer nodded and started to think back to the dream. After a few minutes, she began talking again. "All I could see was it has fur. It was big. It has large teeth. Yellow looking eyes. It also has long claws."

"What about the surroundings? What did you see?"

"Well, they were in the woods. The moon was out, and—"

Sam jumped to his feet, causing her to stop talking and look at him in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, watching Sam walk to his bag on the floor, and pull out their father's journal.

Sam flipped through the pages and soon looked up at them, turning the book toward them, allowing them to see what was on the page. "I believe, if you are in fact dreaming about events that will happen… I believe the creature is a werewolf."

"Are you serious?" Dean asked.

"Well, what else could it be? A creature coming out at night… not to mention a night of a moon…" Sam then looked at Summer again. "Was it a full moon?"

"Uh, yeah, I believe so."

"So, then it was a werewolf."

"Great," Dean sighed. "So then, not only we're dealing with some type of kidnapper, we're also dealing with a werewolf."

"We don't know if this is actually going to happen," Summer said. "It could be just a dream."

Sam shook his head. "If you have had this dream more than two times, it's highly doubtful it's just a dream. Trust me, I should know."

"Well, at least we have silver bullets, and everything else we'll need to get rid of it," Dean said, matter-of-factly.

"That's true," Sam nodded.

The three of them looked at the journal some more and tried to learn as much as possible about werewolves.