Dean was running through the trees at full speed and he was darting through the dense forest on instinct alone. If it were under any other circumstances, he would have been amazed at his ability to run, but he just couldn't. He was a werewolf, a monster, there was no way he could be happy anymore. Was there? Dean stopped thinking and just kept running, stretching his muscles to their limits. He buried his troubles and put all of his energy into running.
Sky remained staring at the spot where Dean disappeared until he heard Chase moan, drawing his attention back to reality. He quickly moved to kneel next to his son.
"Chase, are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"I'll be okay. What happened?" Chase inquired; his voice soft and tinged with pain. "How did he beat me?"
"He is something straight out of legends. Do you remember the stories your mother used to tell you when you were little?"
"You mean the super werewolves?" Chase asked.
Sky let out a hearty laugh at that.
"I forgot that's what you and your sister nicknamed them. They aren't super heroes like the ones in comic books. They were rumored to have been created to be leaders among our people. I always thought that they were a myth, no one has seen one for hundreds of years."
"And you think Dean is one of these superior wolves?"
"It's possible. Now, how about we get you home so we can get you cleaned up," Sky said, switching tracks. Chase nodded the affirmative and Sky offered his hand to help Chase stand up.
"I've got it," Chase said and rolled to his knees before pushing himself to his feet.
"Your mother is going to kill me," Sky said ruefully.
A pain-filled yell stopped Dean in his tracks. He lifted his nose in the air trying to find the source. He picked up the scent of a girl, and he could smell her terror. He swiveled and started running towards the sound, following his nose and his ears. Dean slowed down and began moving without sound as he got closer. He stopped when he reached the edge of a clearing and crouched low in the foliage to observe the situation.
The young woman who was the source of the noise was backed against a tree and was pointing a pistol shakily at another figure. Dean could smell rather than see that the other person was a vampire. Silly girl, Dean thought, you can't kill a vampire with a gun. He saw the girl stiffen and the vampire turn to rake his eyes across the trees, stopping on the spot where he was hiding. Shit, well…here goes nothing. With that, Dean launched himself from where he was hiding and collided with the vampire. Dean continued and hit the ground, pivoting on two feet to end facing the vampire who was sprawled on the ground. He ignored the small gasp that came from the girl and focused on the vampire.
"Nice puppy," the vampire sneered. Dean growled from deep in his chest. The vampire lunged forward and Dean darted forward, tripping the vampire who quickly regained his footing and leapt onto Dean's back. Dean let out a bark in pain as the vampire raked his claws across Dean's shoulder. Dean backed up a couple steps towards a tree and pushed himself onto his hind legs, slamming the vampire into the tree. As soon as he felt the grip loosen, Dean jumped forward only to turn and launch himself back at the vampire. He got his jaws around the vampire's neck and pulled. It was a lot easier than he thought to pull the vampire's head off and he fell back to his feet. Dean threw his head to one side, tossing the offending object into the trees.
When Dean turned to look at the girl he saved he wasn't surprised to see her aiming the gun at him. I'm not going to hurt you.
"Monster," she said and he could hear the disgust in her voice.
I saved your life! Dean thought indignantly. This is the thanks I get? He watched closely as her eyes narrowed and the gun dropped a couple inches. They stayed that way, studying each other, for a couple minutes until he sensed a change in her demeanor. As she raised the gun once again, Dean dove for cover in the trees. He felt a sting in his side, but he kept running until he came across a cave. By then he was limping slightly and his breathing was labored. Dean made it about ten feet into the cave before collapsing.
"Sam, what is it? Did something happen?" Bobby asked his friend.
"It's Dean, he's hurt. But it's not life threatening," Sam explained. Luckily they had just switched and Bobby was driving when Sam had his vision.
"Damn that boy, can't he stay healthy and out of trouble for one day," Bobby said, exasperatedly. "Did you get any clue as to where he is?"
"He's still in a forest, and he's taking shelter in a cave."
"Alright, you said that you boys were in Wyoming when this all started?"
"Yeah, we were near Cody, Wyoming," Sam affirmed, "And there's a state park near there," he continued, seeing where Bobby was headed.
"I figure then took him into the park when he was turning, so they would be away from the public eye."
"Makes sense," Sam agreed, pulling out a map. He found the state park in question and began plotting a course, "Buffalo Bill State Park here we come."
