Hey guys!

This is my first go at a Supernatural story. I have never read Twilight, or any other book even close to reachingthose boundaries.

*WARNINGS*

*Blood

*Romance ;)

*Slight swearing

*Suggestive Themes

Now please enjoy the first chapter of my first ever Supernatural story! Please review and send feedback.

Thank You!

The rain wasn't cold at first, but as it got heavier, it got colder.

It was beginning to get late, and the rain was like millions of buckets being emptied onto my head. My long red hair was plastered around my face and getting into my mouth. The many freckles on my face were completely unnoticeable with both my hair and the rain around me. My coat wasn't made for this kind of weather. The forecast even said it was supposed to rain, yet I didn't listen.

It was quite aways back to my house, and the paths were muddy. My shoes were sinking deeper into the moist ground, filling my socks with mud.

I was instantly filled with fear when I heard the growl.

It was a deep rumble that clearly showed anger. The sound sent a wave of cold that the rain wasn't responsible for. That growl quickly turned into two, then three, then four.

I stopped in my tracks, fear sinking my feet into the muddy path. I wrapped my arms around me, and searched the shadows.

The sun had set hours ago. And now it was pitch black. My eyes couldn't see what was real anymore, almost like I was going blind. Darkness crept around my feet, forcing me back as I coward.

The growls starting coming from every direction, preventing me from running. They must have taught us something about wild animals attacking you in the dead of night. But my knowledge failed me, leaving me to rely on my instincts to survive.

The growls had turned into snarls, making me start to panic.

I couldn't see the growls as a huge mass slammed into my side. I screamed as pain flooded through my body. I yelled in pain and fear, hoping that someone, or something, would hear my frantic calls.

I started fumbling with my hands, looking for something to defend myself. But with all the rain and mud, all I could feel were puddles.

My eyes searched the darkness, and finally settling on the five dark figures that were watching me scream and cry.

I set my hands on the ground and started to drag myself away from the snarls and the shadows in front of me. It took my a moment to realize that the noises of angst has suppressed, and were filled with heavy breathing.

I was stopped as my back hit something hard and smooth. I didn't bother looking to see what it was, I was focused on the calming breaths of the strange shadows in front of me.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I opened my eyes and stared at the shadows that were staring at me.

They were wolves.

Five, huge, wet wolves were the shadows, snarls, and the masses that had hurt and frightened me. I was still scared of course, and no part of me was settling down.

I watched as one of the wolves started walking towards me. His steps were careful, like he was scared to make a print on the mud he was moving on. Some weird part of me knew he was a boy. So many curious thoughts filled my mind, despite the situation.

I was no longer screaming, but watching with curious eyes as the wolf crept towards me.

Surely he was looking to see how vulnerable I was, how easy I would be to kill. But despite his ragged fur and dangerous aura, he looked like he was simply analyzing me.

He was starting to get so close that I could see the sliver of brown in his forest-green eyes. He looked deep into my own eyes, just like I was to his.

Surely this wasn't normal wolf behaviour?

The panic and fear that was filling my blood was gone, and replaced with curiosity. My breath had slowed to calm inhales and exhales, as my heart started to return to a regular pace. I shouldn't have been calming down. But no part of me wanted to be scared of these animals.

They should've killed me by now, but all they had done was examine me. I felt my head start to hurt, and my arms grow cold. I was beginning to feel fear again, but not of the wolves.

I closed my eyes as one of the wolves sniffed at my forehead, and another licked at the wound on my head. I wasn't aware of it until the wolf had started to lick at it. It must've been the large source of pain in my head. My arms had hurt a lot too, maybe they were broken.

The mass had hit me hard, and the cuts and bruises on my body weren't helping either. I hadn't had my phone, or my bag.

I took a deep breath and released it, feeling drowsiness fill my head. I wanted sleep so badly, just like I wanted to get warm. But I couldn't leave the wolves, they may hurt me if I did.

So I just leaned my head back, and shut my eyes. The warm touch of the wolf's tongue sent sharp waves of comfort. I was fighting the urge to faint, and I was losing a hopeless battle.

So I gave in, and let myself fade away.

Away from the wolves, and away from any other chance of safety.