"Dean could feel it in his bones. Sam was dead. Sam was dead and there was nothing Dean could do about it and that was killing him. He couldn't live without Sammy. He just couldn't. He was supposed to look out for him - why hadn't he looked out for him?! How could he let this happen? " All these things and so much more ran through his mind as Dean raced down the darkened street in Montana, on this freezing November night. Teenchesters fanfic about a werewolf hunt gone wrong. R&R!