The leaves crunched as Dean walked into the thick forest, his feet bare. He was sleeping in his bed when he heard a howling noise from outside. He grabbed a flashlight and ran towards the forest. There shouldn't be any wolf around here, he thought. So with that he was off and now stood, weaponless in the middle of a forest that he had rarely visited.

The howling went deeper into the forest, and Dean ran after it. He knew that he shouldn't be following danger but the howling seemed to be calling to him; drawing him closer until he was in a desperate trace to track it down. Soon he became lost in the middle of endless trees and the howling drew closer.

It was no longer Dean chasing it, but it chasing Dean. The trance still continued to real him in until he was standing face to face with a wolf. It had beautiful silver fur that gleamed. Its eyes were like sapphires that shone brightly in the dull light off the moon. This was what had called to him.

Dean stared at the wolf, first amazed by its beauty, then frightened that it would kill him. The wolf seemed to be inspecting him as it circled around him. The wolf gazed into his eyes when it decided it would stay for a while. It sat down but continued staring into Dean's fright-filled green eyes. His dark hair blew slightly in the gentle wind. He was still wearing his sweats and oversized tee-shirt that he had slept in.

The wolf put its paw on Dean's chest and pushed his shaking body down so that he collapsed on the ground. When he tried to stand back up the wolf growled a fierce deep growl, so Dean decided just to sit down on the damp grass that was covered in leaves. The wolf nodded its head in approval of this action. It wanted something, Dean was certain of that, but what was the question. He was fairly certain that it didn't want to kill him or else it would have already. Or maybe it did and it was just playing with its food.

Without knowing what else to do, Dean decided that he would talk to it and hopefully it would leave and he wouldn't die. "So...is it alright for me to speak with you or will you kill me for it?" Dean asked the wolf.

A wolfish chuckle came from it as it nodded. It surprised Dean that it actually understood him. Now what would he say next? It wasn't everyday you had a discussion with a wolf.

"Um, are you the only one here in the forest, or are there others? Well... I guess it kind of has to be a yes or no question so let me rephrase that: Are you alone here?"

The wolf smiled evilly before shaking its head no. This really scarred Dean so he quickly moved on.

"Er, do you eat humans?"

It didn't answer for a while before finally replying no. A blanket of comfort quickly washed over Dean.

"So then, um...were you the one who was howling earlier?"

Another smile spread on its face, this one less evil than the first. Okay, maybe the rest are sleeping, I should be safe for now. Dean thought.

"Are the rest out tonight?"

The wolf walked next to him and sat down. It shook its head yes. Dean was about to get up, before he could the wolf growled, this time flashing a sharp pair of teeth. Dean instantly stopped. He let out a yawn and started to lie down. He stopped first, but seeing as the wolf didn't growl, he continued until he was flat on his back. The wolf lied down too and snuggled next to him.

"So you're a girl, huh?

The wolf nodded and they both fell asleep on the forest floor.

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Dean slept peacefully that night and although the air was chilly, he was kept plenty warm from the wolf's thick fur and constant body heat. At the times he did wake up, the sight of seeing her often sent a rush of panic through his veins, but he was able to calm down soon after as he would begin to remember what had happened just before he went to sleep.

The night drifted by and soon enough, morning came. Dean yawned and stretched when he awoke. The wolf was still beside him, watching his every move. She's quite a peculiar wolf to have led me here into the woods and force me to stay with her throughout the night. Dean thought. The wolf got up and stood behind Dean, who was still lying on the ground. She growled and motioned for him to stand. He followed her orders without question. She then bit his baggy red shirt and tugged at it.

"Do you want me to go somewhere?"

She nodded and tugged at his shirt again, anxiety clear in her eyes. Dean let her tug him around the forest until he saw a clearing in the distance. He started to run towards it and the wolf let go of his shirt and ran beside him happily. The wind blew in their hair as they sprinted out if the forest. The feeling reminded Dean of one of his many cross country races, it was still different because this time he was running it with a wolf. It was a strange experience that could never be matched with anything.

Although Dean was immensely enjoying himself, he knew that once they reached the end of the forest he would be back home and would probably never again see the wolf that he had just had such a strange experience with. Those thoughts were proved wrong when they got out of the forest to face a vast meadow with long grass that swayed in the wind.

The wolf smiled hugely, showing off all her teeth. She gazed at Dean with her sinister grin and he just looked at her with both annoyance and anger clearly written on his face. The wolf began running again, but waited for Dean to join her. When she saw that he didn't, she growled and, with more speed than Dean had ever seen her display, sprinted towards him. She tackled him down and growled at his face. The wind was knocked out of Dean and he struggled to continue to breath. He found it to be even harder with the wolf standing on him with one paw on his throat. He soon passed out from lack of oxygen.

The wolf noticed this and got off of Dean who unconsciously gasped for breath the moment her paw was released from his throat. She snorted in disbelief and ran into the forest to catch some breakfast for the two of them. She figured that he wouldn't wake up anytime soon and even if he did, Dean had nowhere to run to any more. He was the wolf's prisoner, lost in the endless wilderness that seemed to be untouched by people. He was lost and could only escape when she decided to let him.

A herd of deer were grazing in the distance of the meadow. The wolf smiled as she ran towards them. As she began to get closer her legs moved slower until she ducked down in the grass and slowly crept closer to her victims. The deer grazed in peace, not knowing of their death that was inching closer and closer. The wolf was about half a foot away from her first meal, a large healthy buck with shimmering short, brown fur. She sprang towards it and opened her jaws wide. With one quick bite to the neck, the buck was down on the ground and struggling for life. The deer started panicking and running away in a frenzied stampede towards the meadow. The wolf grinned as she partook in the grand chase. She brought down another buck and two small doe. That was before she realized that the stampede was running straight towards Dean.

The deer ran with fear in their hearts. Their legs ran fast, yet graceful as they ran from their predator, the wolf. They thought that she would bring in the rest of the pack, but what they didn't know is that the only other person that she believed to be in her pack was Dean, who they were about to run over. Dean was a human who had little experience with killing deer. Once his father took him on a hunting trip, but that was it. Dean was no threat to them at all. Even if he could and wanted to kill them, he had no weapons to use against them.

The deer continued to run for Dean and to the safty of the forest, where it would be harder for the wolf to kill them. The wolf didn't want to kill anymore, though. All she wanted was for Dean to be safe and not die in a stampede that was caused by her. It would be like she was the one to kill him. It would be like she murdered him.

The wolf growled; her lips quivering and sharp teeth bared. She ran as fast as she could to Dean, but was not making fast enough progress over the deer. She took down a few that got in her way with various swipes of her claws. This put her further behind the herd. It seemed impossible for her to beat the deer to Dean and she would be alone once more. Solitude had not treated her well and if she was ever forced into it again, she might not find the will to live.

The stampede was only a yard away from Dean who still was lying on the ground, vulnerable to the many hooves that would soon be constantly driving themselves into him as they ran. He was about to be in a deathly situation and he couldn't even rescue himself from it. He was still unconscious from the wolf's "attack".

The deer were closing in on him until finally their hooves met hard against him. Soon the wolf followed and dragged him away by the collar of his shirt. She noticed that he was now fully awake from the beating that was still happening, but was soon put back out cold by a hoof to the head. The wolf too got smacked, but not as much or as hard. Her body was tougher and stronger than Dean's so she didn't suffer as much.

The blows continued to come without stopping until they finally reached the edge of the stampede. With one last pull, they were out and the wolf watched angrily as the deer ran by. She was worried that Dean wouldn't come conscious again and it would be her own carelessness that would cause the pain and suffering of losing him. While she may blame the deer, in her heart she knew that it truly was her fault.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks and get absorbed in her thick, silver fur. She dropped to the ground and leaned her head against his chest, the tears still flowing. Her sadness stopped when she noticed that her head was rising and falling in a continuous cycle. She sat up and stared at Dean's chest in disbelief. He was still breathing after all that had happened to him. Although she was happy, she knew that his life was slowly slipping away. It was a miracle that he had survived this long, but would he last? All that she could do for him now was wait and not leave his side so that if he did die, she would be there when it happened.