Title: Please Don't Let Us Die

Author: fairytalemanipulator

A/N: Have I mentioned how terribly sorry I am at the sporadic updates? I'm on my winter break so I should be writing a whole lot more, and I hope you guys review because it will definitely motivate me to finish this story! I'm working on some new things too, check out my oneshots, guys! Okay PLEASE review and I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! Cheers!

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Dean felt like he was struggling out of a fog.

Sammy…Dad…

His mind was attempting to bring him out of his induced unconsciousness because he knew he had to find his brother and father…but the damage needed to be repaired by sleep. So his body simply hibernated for a while, behind the rock in the forest, hopefully camouflaged from enemy eyes.

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Meanwhile, Sammy and John were…well, running for their lives.

"KEEP GOING!" John roared, gesturing frantically with the gun to urge the younger Winchester on. "I'm fine!"

"You don't look fine!" Sam panted, his eyes taking in his limping father falling further and further behind. The snarling werewolves pursuing them were incentive enough to keep up the pace, but Sam wasn't sure how much longer his injured father could stay with him. His wheezing was worrying the teenager, who knew John wouldn't admit pain until bones were poking out of his skin. "Do we have a plan?"

"Of course we have a plan!"

"What's the plan?"

"SHOOT!"

Sam turned back to face forward, still running full speed, and smacked straight into a hairy beast rearing up on its hind legs. Without even thinking about it, he raised the gun to eye level and let a shot ring out, darting to the left and into the dense tree growth. Come on, come on, follow me…that's right.

Sam ducked behind an especially large oak, waiting. He heard the howls of the wounded werewolf amplify in their proximity, and held out until he was sure of its position. Spinning around the tree, Sam paused. He was stunned by the appearance of a beautiful black haired woman, naked and stumbling towards him with a cut running down the side of her head.

"Help me," she panted to him, her yellow eyes glazed. "Come closer."

Wait. Yellow?

Too late, Sam realized what the creature was that was holding this spell over him, and he raised his weapon just as she leapt. Oh my God…I'm going to die…

A silver bullet whizzed by his ear, catching the mutating woman-werewolf in the middle of the forehead just as she was about to sink her teeth into Sam.

John hobbled towards the girl, who was half-transitioned into her wolf self in order to deliver a killing blow to the youngest Winchester. He kicked her once to make sure she was dead, and turned around to make sure Sam was okay. Shocked at his father's callousness, Sam shook off the rest of the spell the wolf had over him.

"What the hell?"

"I'm telling you, Sammy, these aren't normal werewolves. It was dumb of you to run out here, you could have just ducked and I would have taken it out! I swear, boy, sometimes you just don't think!"

"Dad!" Sam attempted to control his rage. "I can take care of myself!"

"Yeah," John snorted, attempting nonchalance but choking on his breath at the same time. "I can see that."

Sam's nostrils flared and he turned, heading back towards the half-hacked path they carved through the forest. "So what was this genius plan of yours, Dad?"

"The other two seem to have circled back around, they'll probably try to get us when we're closer to the den of the leader. We need to get this thing now, before it sends out any more of its soldiers."

Sam couldn't help but think of his brother. "I wonder if Dean's okay,"

"I'm sure he's fine, don't think about him now. Worry about the hunt first."

Sam's anger flared up again. "So, what, your own family doesn't matter to you as much as the hunt does?"

John stopped behind Sam; Sam heard the crunch of the leaves end. "Is that what I said, at all? It's important for us right now to take care of this Yaswan thing so we can get your brother to a hospital! Get your priorities straight, son."

Sam kept walking, tuning out his father and focusing on the job ahead. "How much further."

"A bit, check your clip and make sure you didn't waste any more bullets than necessary."

Sam gritted his teeth and checked his gun. "I'm good."

"There's no point in even being quiet anymore, they know we're coming, we just have to rush it and hope for the best."

"Wow Dad, that's a great plan, got the suicide note I can sign too?" His sarcastic tone wasn't missed by John, who gritted his teeth in a similar image of his young son.

"Show some respect."

No response to that, as Sam was busy hacking through bushes.

"It's a shit plan, Dad, that's what, seven werewolves against two mortals?"

"They're easily killed, you can aim, can't you? Your brother wouldn't have given me any lip about this, you know,"

"I'm not my brother!"

"I'm well aware. Take out the leader first and you won't need to worry about fighting the others,"

"We have to get through the others to get to the leader!"

"Not necessarily, not if they've transformed into something else. They're smart, but they're not geniuses, they think they're more cunning than they actually are. If we anticipate their game we have a fighting chance."

Sam snorted. "Confidence booster, Dad."

"You're trained well enough for this," John grunted, painfully making his way across a large hole in the ground. "Just remember what I said."

We're gonna die. Please don't let us die, Sam sent up a silent prayer to the angels he thought were sometimes listening. Seriously? This is not how it ends.

"I'm not being careless, Sammy. I just know what we're capable of, and what needs to happen. We can do this, and we don't have time for backup."

"And why don't we have time for backup?" Sam wheeled around, fixing his dad with a glare. "You're too impatient and you want the glory all to yourself?"

"Samuel!" John barked, sending a glare of his own. "At the first sign of sunlight, they will disappear until the next full moon! It will be next to impossible to hunt them, let alone stop them, and they'll have full reign of the forest. Anything and anyone in their path will be destroyed because they'll build their strength for the next full moon!"

"What?"

"These werewolves, there are so few of them, they've never been studied closely. But unlike other werewolves, these ones are most vulnerable on the full moon. Why do you think I came at this time? If we don't take care of them now, more bodies will turn up and the blood will be on my hands."

Sam felt stupid once the explanation came, and knew his father's (and his own) conscience enough to accept the fact that they were going up against these creatures, however unprepared and outnumbered they were. Heaving a deep sigh, Sam rotated his head on his neck, working out all the kinks.

Okay, Dad, you win. This time.