Chapter 5- Hunting

"Hey dad, I'm gonna go out for a walk. Is that fine?" Dean asked, hair mopped with water, a towel draped around his shoulders as he walked down the stairwell.

"Yeah, but the minute the sky begins darkening I need you in this house now. I don't want that thing hurting you." John said, currently sitting on one of the family room sofas with Dean's laptop. "It'll only be an half an hour. I promise. I'll be back at four thirty."

John nodded as Dean closed the front door behind him. The sky was a light blue, but as he turned his head towards the other side of the sky, it was already turning black. Dean decided to just take a short jog around the block but he felt like it was a bit awkward to be running during the middle of Winter in a large sweater, so Dean stayed with walking.

He began walking towards the lighter side of the sky, where more traffic was. Dean's father said to make sure he was always in places where regular people could see him, not places like small woods and cabins or anything like that.

Dean turned right at the corner, walking alongside the busy street.

But as Dean continued along, he felt that icy energy again. It was over him, like a set of grey clouds. The noise of the traffic began to faint, and Dean could suddenly hear the sound of his own breathing.

Then he heard his own heartbeat thumping in his chest. He didn't feel safe. Dean turned around, and the boy who had been living across the street was standing right behind him.

Dean's steps started at a quicker pace, the lump inside his throat swelling immensely. Dean got to the next corner and turned around to see that the boy had disappeared. When Dean turned around at all directions, trying to find this sly and sneaky boy his age, but to not betrayal. Dean thought this was his chance to take a full speed at it and head the rest of the way home running. Dean began sprinting down the street, where a major incline stood. Dean began to slow down, but to his horror, the same boy stepped from behind a hedge, staring back at Dean, who screamed like a little girl, running into the street.

An old red Chevy truck passed by, almost hitting Dean, who got out of the way, running past the strange and mysterious boy behind the hedge, and full into a patch of snowy bushes. Dean got up, brushing the taste of snow out of his dry mouth.

"Now, listen to me. I don't know why you're following me, or how, but just leave me-" Dean stopped mid-sentence.

The boy had magically disappeared.

John pulled the Impala into a space of an empty parking lot. A bit down the road was a playground, and a bike trail. There was a big line of trees across the entire area, and Dean had a creepy feeling that they never stopped.

"Why are we here?" Dean said, looking out the window to take a clear look at the full moon. "Well, the werewolf had been sighted by this woods dozens of times last couple of months. So, probably we're gonna find this thing here tonight." John said, getting out of the Impala.

Dean followed suit and began walking alongside his father. Dean took a good glance around the whole street. They two were the only ones to be seen, and Dean had a queasy feeling inside his stomach.

"Dad, I don't feel good about this." Dean swallowed, the lump in his Adam's apple becoming more noticeable.

"Son, I'll handle it. Here, have this." John looked around to see if any witnesses were nearby, then out pulled a small gun. "It already has six silver bullets inside it, so you should be fine. Now, keep that thing in your pocket at all times. I don't want people getting worried that something suspicious might be arising."

Dean pocketed the handheld gun inside his sweater and zipped it. "Now, I just want you to stand by that big tree over there, and keep watch. I'm gonna go investigate further into the woods. Bodies have been seen by this nearby cabin not too far from here, so we may be close to this thing. Now, if you see anything frightening, don't pull that gun out until you fully know it's the werewolf, okay. And if it is, I want you to aim the trigger straight at the heart, you got it?" Dean nodded.

"Okay, good. Now go stand by that tree." Dean turned around and began staggering towards the big oak that was towering over the Impala.

"And Dean..." John said, his son turning around to face him. "I love you."

It was not too long before Dean rested his head against the trunk of the oak and closed his eyes. It had been a good thirty minutes of pure silence before Dean decided he needed to sit down and clear his mind. All this werewolf stuff had been freaking the living lights out of him.

All seemed quite calm until Dean awoken to the sounds of evil howls. Dean opened his eyes, blinking desperately, furiously looking up at the open sky and the stars, the moon fully in depth.

The werewolf continued to howl as Dean heard the sounds of scraping claws against the snow. It was coming closer towards Dean, who had no idea what to do.

He wanted to make a mad dash to the Impala, but he didn't have to keys to open the doors. Dean thought maybe he should run across the street and head into the car dealership and tell somebody to call the police, but the people might think that it's all just a fluke and a high-schooled boy is just playing a mean and old cruel joke on them. Besides, the place looked closed.

Dean closed his eyes and prayed, hoped to God that the creature wouldn't find him, wouldn't touch him, wouldn't kill him. He hoped that if he just stayed in one place that he wouldn't be caught. But as the werewolf drew nearer, Dean knew the odds weren't looking good.

The werewolf popped his head around the corner of the tree, smelling the odor of Dean, trying to pinpoint exactly where the human was. Dean slowly drew around the trunk of the tree, slowly backing away from the creature. Dean took another step, trying to stay still as possible, but as his foot planted to the Earth, he tripped over a stem, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

Dean almost died when the creature turned around miraculously, grinning from ear to ear, his razor sharp teeth shinning in the moonlight.

Dean let out a loud horrendous scream and laid on the ground, closing his eyes as the werewolf held his head back, his sharp claws up in the air. Dean prayed one more last time as the werewolf's arm came swinging down.

Nothing.

Dean's eyes opened. The werewolf stood a few yards back, leaning against the tree, whining like a small dog. Dean laid there, staring at the creature's back, wondering what the hell was happening. Dean didn't feel like getting up, as he was too afraid to see what would happen.

"Dean, you're alive!" Dean turned around and saw his father, John standing about 50 yards away. But when John realized what must have happened, he stood there almost lifeless.

As the werewolf turned around, taking a glance over at Dean, then his father fifty yards further, the creature's eyes dilated. He let back another howl, before clenching his legs and leaping over Dean, who let out another scream. Dean looked back as the creature began tearing the snow up, racing towards his father, and he realized it.

The werewolf was going after John.

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