I know there may be some discrepancies within the story with Sam's deafness and what not and I apologize. I'll be honest, I don't care. I don't have the time to go back through the story and fix everything. So you can continue to read as is or not. It's up to you.


Chapter 7

With the help of Pastor Jim Sam worked this case. After they had talked that night, there had been two more bodies found. According to everything the two found out it really looked like it was werewolf but they couldn't figure out why it wasn't following the full moon pattern. While Sam was at school, Jim worked parts of the case that an eleven year old boy couldn't do. Sam, while at school, kept a close eye on his friend Harmone who he had begun to suspect just a little. He also did his best to question his teachers and classmates. Of course they thought he was weird but in the end they answered some of his questions. When he wasn't in school, he questioned some of the locals.

Three more days had gone by and Dean and John still hadn't showed, but that didn't matter to Sam right now. What mattered is that he had a feeling that he starting to piece everything together. After school that day, he headed to the woods where all the victims seemed to have been found in. He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice a jaguar following him.

Suddenly Sam froze and so did the jaguar. It was startled when Sam suddenly turned around pointing a gun at it. The jaguar completely froze and the two stared at each other for a few minutes. Sam watched as the jaguar swept its head around and to his amazement, it started to shift and change. He blinked in shock as he stared at a very human and a very naked Harmone.

"Harmone."

She nodded. Sam cocked the gun and pointed. She held up her hands in the peace gesture before she signed to him. I'm not going to hurt you Sam.

Sam lowered the gun a little and cocked his head at her. She nodded. Let me get some clothes on and I'll explain everything.

~~~ADTH~~~~

I knew who and what you were the minute I laid eyes on you at the school.

What are you? Who are you?

I'm what's called an Ailuranthrope. Basically it's a half-human half-jaguar. And no, I'm not the monster you're looking for.

Sam blinked with wide eyes. He was speechless. How did she know…?

I'm a hunter Sam. I've been a hunter ever since my mom died. That's how I met your brother.

You know Dean?

Harmone nodded. When you came here he called me and told me to keep an eye on you and to keep him updated on how you were doing.

Did you and him…?

Harmone laughed and shook her head. No. I met him while I was hunting. He helped me on the hunt. He told me that he wouldn't be able to do much because he had a little brother he needed to look after while his father was away.

Sam nodded. Okay that makes sense but how did you meet?

He'd probably never admit this but I saved his ass. You must've been with the Pastor. He had been at a bar and a couple of them…anyway, scared the shit out of them when this black jaguar appeared out of nowhere. He tried to kill me too, like you did until I told him what I was.

Okay. So you said you know the monster I'm looking for?

Harmone nodded. It's the same thing I've been hunting ever since my mom died. Skinwalkers.

Skinwalkers? I've never heard of them.

Trust me. Look them up and then give me a call, but in the meantime let's get you home. The pastor might start to worry.

Sam nodded and followed Harmone to her car. When she pulled up to the house he let out a shocked sound to find the impala.

Dean's here. Wanna come in and say hi?

No thanks. Your father doesn't know about me and I'd like to keep it that way.

Sam nodded, understanding. He waved to her as he raced into the house. He froze with a big grin on his face as he made his way into the living room.

"Hey kiddo," Dean grinned.

Sam ran into his brother's arms and gave him the biggest hug possible to emphasize how much he missed him. Dean ruffled his hair, "I missed you too little brother."

Sam grinned and ran upstairs grabbing his notebook after adding one specific word into it. He ran down the stairs and showed it to Dean.

"What's this Sammy?"

"Sam and I have been working this hunt I was telling you about," Jim grinned. "Well Sam has pretty much done the entire thing himself."

John looked doubtful. Dean flipped through the pages of notes and his widened, "Sam, this is some heavy stuff. Do you know what the creature is?"

Sam nodded and flipped the page and pointed to the word. Dean blinked, "Skinwalker?"

Jim nodded, "Now that makes sense."

Sam cocked his head, asking a question. Dean grinned, "Do you know what a skinwalker is Sammy?" he asked and signed at the same time.

Sam shook his head.

Dean explained that it was a creature that looked human but could also shape shift into a dog form. It was a creature that resembled the kill pattern of a werewolf but the only difference was that it didn't follow the full moon pattern. Sam hung on every word and wrote it all down in the notebook.

How do we kill it?

The same as a werewolf. With silver bullets.

Sam nodded, writing it all down.

"So I bet you have it all figured out huh? You know who it is, right and where it camps."

Sam blinked and looked at Dean for a translation. John rolled his eyes and let out a very annoyed sound when Dean translated.

Sam shook his head. I know where it camps but I don't know exactly who it is.

Dean translated what Sam said. Sam flinched back when John showed his anger. Dean rubbed his back, "It's okay Sammy."

"John, calm down. I mean he said that he knows where the creature camps. All we have to do head there," Jim spoke calmly.

"He is staying put. We don't need another 'accident' because he refuses to follow directions," John spat angrily

While Sam didn't understand everything that his father was saying, he understood a few words and he realized that he was telling Sam to stay put. His eyes filled with tears and he ran upstairs to his room. Dean rounded on his father.

"What the hell dad! This is his hunt."

"His hunt? Pastor Jim helped him!"

"Not as much as you think John. Your son is a good hunter. You think I could put things together like this? Please. And you know, I don't even hunt as much as I used to you. Dean's right. This is Sam's hunt and to refuse him from completing it…"

"He's an eleven year old deaf kid. He wouldn't know the difference between a shapeshifter and a demon if it was staring him in his face!"

Dean's blood boiled and he punched his father in the face. He turned on his heels and headed upstairs to get his brother. He found him sitting on the bed.

Dean sat on the bed and lifted his brother's face and wasn't all that surprised to find that he had been crying.

"What did I do wrong?" Sam asked softly.

Dean shook his head, "Nothing. Dad's just being an ass. Sammy, I'm so fucking proud of you. Jim told us how you did this practically on your own. That's impressive."

Sam smiled despite the tears running down his face. I had a little help. Pastor Jim helped, but it was your friend Harmone who helped me figure it out.

"Harmone? I figured."

She told me how you asked her to keep an eye on me. Thanks.

No problem. Now, are you ready to kick some skinwalker ass?

But…dad…

Don't worry about it Sammy. It's only right that you get to finish this hunt.

Sam grinned and followed his brother out the room.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Sam led the hunters into the woods. While Sam and Dean were upstairs, John called Caleb, who wasn't far away and met them. When they explained about the hunt and what Sam and Jim did, Caleb agreed with the others in letting Sam finish what was technically his hunt. John had been pissed, but eventually let up after some harsh words from Jim. Dean followed closely behind to act mainly as translator in case Sam needed it. John was lagging behind with Caleb grumbling about the whole thing. Which was so un-John-like. Caleb sighed. He knew that it had to do with the fact that it was Sam who was calling the shots and not him. But he had had enough of his grumbling.

"John, either shut up or go wait in the car."

Sam suddenly stopped and looked at Dean. He spotted a shack and he was a little unsure of what to do. This wasn't like burning bones. Dean grinned and placed his hand on his shoulder. Sam nodded and led the way all the way to the shack. He opened the door and spotted at least five people. They all looked up at him. One of them grinned and walked over to him.

"It's just a kid. Hey, little man, what are you doing over here?"

Sam knew that the skinwalker was talking but couldn't figure out what he was saying. He lifted his gun and placed two bullets in the creature's chest just like Dean had taught him. After that everything was a blur as the others quickly figured out what was happening and shifted before attacking. He didn't look to Dean for cues once and just attacked. He panted, looking around once they were all dead. He shook his head, blinking to clear his vision. Dean seemed to be a little cut up, but okay. His father was on the floor and looked like he had a broken wrist. Where was Caleb? Caleb was…on the ground and he wasn't moving. Sam winced as he limped over to the pastor. Suddenly he was shoved to the side as his father closed in. His eyes widened when he recognized the words "He's dead."

Sam, not caring about his injured leg, ran. He kept running, not caring about anything and of course he didn't hear Dean calling his name. He just ran and kept running.

TBC...

Oh and I will give you a slight heads up, this story was supposed to be a prequel to Not Your Typical Hunt but it kinda took a life of its own and while I still consider it a prequel there are some things that suggest it isnt. Decide for yourselves.