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A/N (author's note?): this is my first fanfic, so please enjoy! I guess now's the time to say read and review! Thanks guys!

"Dean!" yelled Sam, "can you hurry up?! We don't have all day!

"God, Sam!" Dean came out of the motel bedroom. The two were in what was probably the northernmost part of Vermont. Without actually being in Canada.

"We're in the middle of nowhere. There is no cell service. Nothing. Nada. Anyways Cas is coming up in a few days. So let's just get out of here alive" continued Dean.

"Fine. Can I drive?" Sam asked.

"No!"

"What?! Why not?! You always drive!"

"Whoever drives gets to choose the music, remember? And considering the fact that I hate your music…" Dean smirked, "get in!"

Sam sighed. There had been reports of several hunters in the area dying mysteriously. The two of them were up there to kill whatever was there. There was only one problem. Dean didn't think there was anything up there. He thought it was only a savage animal.

Currently the pair of them were headed to the spot where the killings had taken place.

"Sam. All evidence points to the fact that it's just an animal."

"Don't you think it's even a little strange how all the patterns are the same?"

"Animals usually have the same killing patterns" replied Dean, "anyway all we need to do is go up there and find the animal, kill it and get out of no-man's land."

"So that's why we don't have knives?" questioned Sam, still looking extremely skeptical.

"Yes Sammy, that's why we don't have knives."

1 hour later:

"God Dean. It's freezing up here."

"Shut up Sam. Besides you have on two winter coats and a polar fleece" hissed Dean. They had been in the same position for almost two hours and already it was getting darker. Sam was crouched behind a tree barely even four yards away and it was getting harder for Dean to see him.

"Dean!"

"What?!" hissed Dean, sounding very pissed.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what? It's not like anything's out there any-"

Dean was cut off as a massive wolf slammed into him, knocking him a few yards back from the tree line. Sam stopped short as the creature's form shifted into a human. With a gun.

"Dean!" shouted Sam as he stood up, instinctively grabbing his hunting rifle Dean had insisted on bringing.

"I wouldn't do that if I were yyyyou, little Ssssssammy" purred the creature standing over a motionless Dean.

"What do you want?" snapped Sam "and get the hell away from my brother!"

"Not sssso fasssst. He has ssssssomettthhhing I wantttt" the creature bent down and held his gun to Dean's side and pulled the trigger. Sam could only stare in horror at the wound that currently had blood starting to pool underneath it. As Sam stared, the demon slowly dragged one of it's talons through the pool of Dean's blood and slowly licked it, winked at Sam and shifted back to the wolf form before running into the black woods.

Sam seemed to unfreeze as he ran to Dean. He quickly shrugged off his two outer jackets and pulled off his fleece, pressing it up against Dean's side. Sam grabbed the flashlight he had in his jacket and stuck it between his teeth using it to guide his hands as he tied a makeshift bandage around Dean's side.

As Sam finished tightening the knots, Dean's eyes fluttered open "S-s-sammy?"

"Yeah. Can I say I told you so now?"

Dean laughed which quickly turned into a wet, raspy cough as he sat up with Sam's help.

"Let's get you back to the car and now I'm driving" Sam was worried especially since Dean didn't try to protest. Normally he would have insisted that blood was not could for his car and that under no circumstances would he get in. Now Dean just leaned against Sam and let him take him back to the car.

That's all for now, I guess! Please review! Thanks so much!