Family don't end with Blood.

Chapter 1: Bad moon on the rise.

Okay, Hi this um, I posted this on Fanfiction.net and it my first so please be kind. I'm nervous but if you have any constructive criticism I will happily take your suggestions into consideration. No flames, this is my top otp currently.

Disclaimer : I DON'T OWN SUPERNATRAL BECAUSE IF I DID NOTHING WOULD GET DONE BECAUSE I'D BE TO BUSY STARING AT JENSEN!

Dean's pov (point of view).

Animals scurried away from me, most likely sensing that I was a threat, the wolf in me was antsy which was understandable because tonight was a full moon. I was deep in the woods so no one would see me transform, I'm always careful about this, even after all these years.

The sun set, and my pain began. My bones snapped, cracked and elongated into the wolf shape I screamed which slowly morphed into a howl, soon golden brown fur grew over my skin and my eyes probably gleamed liquid gold in the pale moonlight.

Once I transformed I took off running thru the woods, that was the best part of being a werewolf, running at incredible speeds, being a werewolf had its perks but I would give it up in a heartbeat if that ment I could see my little brother Sammy again.

Joanna Beth Harvelle was waiting for me by the car, she looked as pretty as the day I met her well that's a lie she was so much more beautiful seeing as how now she looked at my wolf form with love rather then the fear her face wore when we first met, she smiled when she saw me, walking over she rested her hand on my head stroking my fur, God that felt good. I nestled my nose against her hip breathing in her scent she always smelled the same, like honey, vanilla, and whiskey.

"You ready to get these sons of bitches Deano?" Jo questioned using her nickname for me as she scratched behind my ear. I nodded my head and she climbs on my back, like I'm a horse not that I mind she's fairly light so it's not hard to run with her on my back.

We were tracking a pack of lupine werewolves, see there are three different types of werewolves. There where the first kind weremen: they grew the teeth, and claws of a wolf, their senses heightened and there eyes glowed. Second kind was what I was, a werewolf: a human who transformes into a big wolf on a full moon who while human retains certain wolf attributes, such as a heightened sense of smell, vision and hearing. Then there where lupine werewolves or as Jo likes to call them double trouble wolves: they where once werewolves like me but they let their wolf side take over so much that they stop wanting to be human soon they where mindless giant wolves who kill anything. We burst into a clearing to see a pack of 6 lupine werewolves we've been tracking for weeks, we had killed the 7th last week but the others escaped. In the middle of the pack is some poor teenager with a small dagger in his hands trying to hold them back, I smelled his blood almost instantly which means he's probably hurt really bad, We'll have to hurry and get this kid out.

Sam's pov.

Dad and I had stumbled across a hunt 5 days ago it was group of werewolves here that where ripping some poor campers apart, one of the campers escaped with the help of some hunters from the sound of it and told the police what happened that's how we pieced together that it was werewolves, though we have yet to figure out who these hunters who saved her are.

We found where they would be but we split up, now I am most likely dead because I am now surrounded by 6 of the werewolves. One of the wolves had swiped at the hand that I was holding my gun in, the gun loaded with silver bullets. It backed me up against a tree it probably would have torn me to shreds if I hadn't pulled out my pure silver dagger and stabbed it in his right eye.

Then I heard what I thought was my dad, a gun shot rung out through the night followed by the sound of fighting, the wolf I had stabbed then raked his claws down my leg as if marking me as him meal then went to join his pack in tearing up rescuers.