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A/N: Hummm... added notes to this chapter? Well, okay first of all- thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! Haha, I got way too many reviews for a forty-five word story. Not that I'm complaining!
So this story is a challenge that I did with a friend. It had to be 500 words, and have the sentence 'One day Dean may even go line dancing'. Yup... me and my obsurd liking of angst turned that into a somewhat tense story. Well, that's all I have to say for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Title: Never Learn
Genre: Angst and suspense
Summary: Seperated from his brother, Sam is being followed by something that is intent to kill.

Never Learn

"Dean will learn," Sam panted, half in pain, half in exhaustion, "He will learn."

The younger Winchester figured if he said it enough times it would come true. Deep down inside he knew it wouldn't. Truth was, Dean would never learn. No matter how many times Sam told his brother to research first, he wouldn't. Sure he would say he had. Even go so far as to make up some history.

"Hell," Sam took a big step over a puddle, "One day Dean may even go line dancing." Sam frowned, "Which will probably happen way before he learns to-"

Sam's internal and external rant was cut short as he paused at a loud snapping sound. The bright moon shun down on the back road that Sam was walking on. Dean was nowhere in sight, of course. He was probably already back at the Impala.

'I hope.' Sam internally prayed.

Dean had insisted, swore and assured Sam that all they were going after was a shadow demon, maybe banshee, or at worst another wendigo. Not bothering to actually look more into the attacks, it was Sam who was the unfortunate one to find out that it was actually a werewolf that they were going after. He had barely got away from it; the rock salt completely useless.

And now he heard the same sound he had heard two hours earlier right before the thing pounced at him.

"Dean?" Sam called out tentatively, "Is that you?"

No answer.

"Of course it's not you," Sam muttered, "You're off somewhere letting me learn your lessons. It should-"

Again Sam's rant was cut short. This time, however, it was because of the giant werewolf that had jumped out of the brush to the path in front of him. If Sam had a camera on him, it would have made an amazing, and such a stereotypical sight. The things head shot straight up into the air, blood gleaming around the tuffs of fur and teeth. The full moon cast sharp and dangerous shadows across the monsters features.

"Oh shi-"

Sam took off running in the opposite direction. Random twigs and weeds smacked at Sam, and he stumbled slightly on a root for a large tree. All the while he didn't stop running as he could hear the werewolf directly behind him.

'Run, run, run, run.'

Sam encouraged himself, though could feel a painful stitch in his side that threatened to slow him down. The inevitable finally happened as his large foot caught a rock, and Sam slammed face first into the ground. A large amount of blood spurted out of his nose on impact, and tears welded up in his eyes in pain. Knowing he had no time to get up and start running again, Sam turned around on the ground to face his destiny.

The things teeth were bared, and it seemed to know he had Sam trapped. Just as the werewolf was about to pounce though, a loud shot rung out, and it dropped to the ground.

"Sam!" Dean's relieved, grinning features walked over, "Guess what! It was a werewolf!"

The End.