The cold January night air bit harshly at Olivias face, she pulled her baby girl Chelsea closer as she ran. Her light blonde hair whipped in the wind, her pale skin glowed red from the cold and her blue eyes were filled with panic.

"It's ok sweetie, were almost there!" She whispered in a worried voice, but the footsteps were drawing closer.

In the distance she saw what she was looking for, an old '67 Impala, the one that belonged to the two hunters who had glowed with good. They would be perfect to defend her daughter if…if she didn't make it. Olivia felt a tear slid down her cheek as she pulled open the door and set her four year old daughter.

"Chelsea, I need you to do mommy a favor. I might…might not see you for a while, but I'm leaving you with these two men because I trust them, ok? So you can trust them to, you know how to sense people too, so once your sure that they are good guys you try and have them find your daddy, ok? I love you hunny…" She tried to control her tears, but one slipped out and her daughter leaned and hugged her, her blue green eyes filling with tears.

"I love you mommy…" Her daughter whispered, her bottom lip quivered in fear but she knew she had to be a good girl and listen to her mommy.

Olivia gave her daughter a final kiss and then turned around and closed the door, she ran off to face the demon that had slayed her pack…

"Sam down!" Dean yelled and aimed his gun at the demon.

Sam happily obliged and ducked as Dean shot off a silver bullet at the thing, and it dodged again.

"What the hell, who said Huntators could move this fast!" Sam yelled as he raised his gun again, trying his best to pinpoint the ugly son of a bitch.

It flashed into view for a second, it had the build of a tall lanky man, but scales covered its entire body with spikes running down its spine. Its face was a whole other set of ugly with red eyes, a snake like nose and a mouth full of venom.

Sam fired and the thing dodged again, it wasn't running away though, just waiting until they ran out of ammo so it could claim the brothers as its victims.

"Sam maybe…"

His thoughts were cut off by a snarl and a horrible squeal emitted from the Huntator. Sam and Dean both whipped around to find a large white wolf atop the beast, its muzzle buried in its neck as it raked its claws at it. Sam and Dean stared dumbfounded as the two beasts as they battled it out in the forest before them. Dean came to his sense and took his opportunity, he raised his gun, aimed at the Huntators head and fired. The deafening bang echoed throughout the forest as the beast dropped dead.

"Well, that was weird." Was all Dean could say as he panted and stared at the dead demon.

They both heard a soft whimper and looked to see the wolf limp towards them, it collapsed and neither was sure on what to do. Sam walked carefully toward it and kneeled down.

"Hey, its gonna be ok…"

"Sam, what are you doin? That could be dangerous, especially since its hurt…"

"Dean it just saved our lives, we can't just leave it here."

The wolf whimpered and stared into Sams eyes, he was startled by the almost human appearance of them.

"Protect her…Please…keep her safe…Her father is in Wisconsin…Please…take care of her…Love her…"

Both Sam and Dean jumped at the voice that they heard from what seemed to be in their heads, they glanced at one another.

"You hear that?"

"Yeah, who was it?"

Sam slid his glace to the wolf, who nodded and weakly wagged her tail. Sam ran a hand over her soft fur, he felt the bite and his head fell in defeat. The poison was deadly, there was no way of getting it out.

"Who do you want us to protect? Who are you?..." Sam asked, but he saw it was to late, her eyes grew heavy and her breathing slowed…and then she was gone. He sighed heavily and stood up, he looked to his brothers whose expression was more puzzled then Sam had ever seen.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked as her looked to his brother with his brow knitted in confusion.

"I…I'm not sure. I'm thinking she is some type of shapeshifter…" Sam didn't really know, sighing he turned and headed toward the car.

"Come on, we gotta get the shovels." Sam said sadly as he weaved through the snowy woods.

"Whoa! What? And why do we have to get shovels?" Dean said as he picked up his pace to reach his brother.

"Because Dean, we need to bury her." Sam said, a bit annoyed at his brothers objections. Dean went to say something but clamped his mouth shut and thought better of it.

"Man…" Dean grumbled angrily as he saw the Impala come into view.

The snow crunched loudly beneath the hunters boots, puffs of breath were visible in the light of the full moon. Sam opened the door and paused in surprise, his brows rising and hi jaw falling open in surprise.

"Ahh, Dean you may want to come take a look at this." Sam said, a nervous laugh catching in his throat. Dean grumbled again and came around to Sams side, he looked in the back seat and said a few words of choice at it.

On the floor of the Impala laid a trembling wolf puppy with fluffy honey blonde fur and fearful blue green eyes.

Dean turned to hos brother, his mouth open in shock and his eyes glowing with slight frustration, Sam raised a brow in a questioning manner.

"Could this hunt get any frickin' weirder."

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