Disclaimer: Fred said no, and she's my better half, so I'll have to go with her...

A/N: Haha... you all haven't been to thrilled with my stories so far I see... Uhh-- bad news; this one won't be much better. It's a one shot that was written many ions ago; and the title-- haha... the title came when I showed the one shot to Windy Fontaine, and she was naming off 'stupid' titles for what the story could be... and I kept it. The story is pretty simple... nothing special, but it should make you laugh at some points. Well, enjoy!!

Title: Nature Sucks
Genre: Action... little suspense and angst.
Summary: Sam and Dean are lost in the woods, and after a pack of wolves attack at them, they become seperated.

Nature Sucks

"That was close man," Sam breathed hard.

"Too close," Dean agreed, sparing a look towards his little brother, "You ok?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, are you?"

"Fine," Dean looked around in the woods and yelled out loudly, "Let that be a lesson to all you other fricken werewolves!"

Sam laughed, "So which way to the car smart ass?"

"Good question," Dean pondered this a moment, "My guess it," he pointed in the vague general direction in front of them, "That way."

"Great," Sam frowned, "You lost the car."

"I didn't loose the car," Dean objected, "…I lost us."

Sam tried, unsuccessfully to keep a straight face.

"Aww don't worry about it Sammy," Dean clapped his brother on the shoulder, "It's nice out. Not like we'll freeze."

"No, but we haven't eaten since this morning," Sam reminded, "And since you lost us, food is on the top of my list of needs right now."

A sudden rustle from the brush to their right stopped any reply that Dean was about to say. Both brothers stared as, not even twenty feet away, three large wolves emerged growling from the bush.

"Dean," Sam whispered, "Those aren't werewolves."

"Yeah, thank you discovery channel," Dean shot out, "Sam, I have no more bullets left."

"Ok," Sam took a step back, only to have the wolves take many paces towards him, "I have a knife."

"So?" Dean looked at Sam, panic beginning to grow in his eyes and voice, "There's three of them Sammy, one knife is going to do nothing but piss them off."

Sam took a deep breath and pulled out the long bladed knife from his belt rim. The wolves were now mere feet from them growling loudly; the full moon reflecting off their eyes ominously.

"Dean," Sam's voice stood sturdy as he gripped the knife.

"What?"

Sam swallowed hard, "Run."

"What?!" Dean's voice pierced the air.

"Run!" Sam cried out as the wolves pounced at them.

Dean felt a sharp claw catch his back painfully as he took off running. The branches and twigs from the less than explored woods cut at his face and hands, but he kept running; all the while assuming Sam was right behind him, but he was wrong.

Sam was gone.

"Sam," Dean panted out after he finally stopped, "Sammy!"

All that answered the older brother was silence.

'Oh God!' Dean's mind screamed out, 'Why didn't I make sure he was there with me!?'

Slowly Dean began to back track; the cut on his back stinging with every step he took. Tree after tree passed him, and after five minutes he had no idea if he was even remotely close to the same area that he'd last seen his brother.

"Perfect!" Dean cried out into the night air, "Just fricken perfect!"

A sudden thought occurred to Dean and he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. With slightly shaking hands he scrolled down to Sam's number and dialed. Five rings passed before his little brother's voice mail clicked in. But Dean had also noticed something else.

"His ring…" Dean mumbled to himself, and pressed the small 'redial' button, this time holding the phone away from him.

The familiar Nokia tune echoed in the night air. It was the same jingle that played in Jurassic Park, and Dean hated it. Which was exactly why Sam had it as his ring. Slowly Dean made his way through the brush, straining his ears for the tune that played out. The older Winchester had to redial the number three times before he finally got to a small clearing and saw the cell phone sitting unoccupied on the ground.

"Sam!" Dean called out, "Sammy answer me!"

Again no answer came, and Dean felt his heart beat quicken and a mass of butterflies quickly forming inside of him. The next five minutes passed by in an anxious blur as Dean walked through the woods, listening for any sign of his brother or the wolves.

"Something's wrong," Dean spoke quietly to himself, "Damn it, something's wrong."

The thought of calling authorities in passed through Dean's mind, but he figured he'd look for at least another ten minutes before self incriminating himself.

"Sammy!!" his brother's name had begun to loose meaning as each tree seemed to be like the last one.

Dean was just about to shout out Sam's name again when a voice echoed through the forest.

"Dean…" it was from quite a ways in front of him, but the voice was familiar.

"Sam," Dean whispered at first before calling out, "Sam!"

"Dean!"

It was like a vicious game of Marco-Polo as Dean frantically tried to follow his brothers calling.

"Sam, keep talking!" Dean yelled out, his voice cracking.

"Dean!" Sam's voice continued to yell the same word.

The voice was getting louder, and as Dean looked around in all directions he still saw no sign of his little brother. Just the dark leaves splashed in random moon light.

"Sam, move around or something!" Dean called out.

A loud rustling came from not twenty feet in front of him followed by Sam's words, "Dude, you suck at this game!"

Dean gave a relieved laugh as he entered a small clearing to see Sam standing there. The relief quickly swept to panic as he saw the whole front of Sam's shirt covered in blood that trailed up his arms.

"Sammy…" Dean's eyes widened.

"It's fine," Sam insisted, his voice breaking from yelling, "Most of it isn't mine."

Dean breathed deep and took a step forward, placing a hand on the side of Sam's face, "Dude… you do that again…"

"Hey," Sam forced a smile, "I saved your ass."

"Yeah, well leave my ass alone next time," Dean smirked, "Save yours. You could have gotten yourself killed Sammy!"

"But I didn't," Sam assured him.

"Are you ok?" Dean squinted to see his brothers face clearly as a cloud moved partially over the moon.

"Yeah," Sam nodded his head, "One of them caught me in the stomach. But it's fine. What about you? I heard you yell as you ran off."

"Yeah," Dean felt the moisture from blood on his back, "One of them tried to jump me. But--" he sighed as he realized one worry was out of his mind, "Man… we're still so fricken lost."

"Ahh, but I solved that," Sam spoke triumphantly as he walked to the edge to the clearing.

"Oh?" Dean followed.

Sam laughed, "The car found us."

Dean grinned widely as he stepped through the clearing and looked at the precious image of his 1967 black Impala.

"Oh man!" Dean patted the hood, "I missed you baby."

"What about me?" Sam joked stepping in behind Dean.

Dean flashed a grin at Sam, "You're not quite my type."

The End.