Sam's POV
Sam and Dean Winchester were hunting a werewolf on that fateful Thursday night. They advanced slowly and cautiously through the house that held the werewolf, careful not to make a sound. Reaching a hallway that split in two directions, they decided to split up. Sam took the left side, and Dean took the right.
Sam opened the first door he came to and peeked inside. Empty. The second room had the same result. Silently, he opened the third door. Jackpot.

Curled up in the middle of the room was a young girl, about ten, with brown locks flowing from her head. She looked up, her blue eyes wide in fear, at the tall man standing in the doorway.

He entered the room and made his way over to the girl, kneeling down in front of her. With a silver coin in his palm, he placed his hand on the girls arm. When he didn't get a reaction, he pulled out his fake FBI badge and showed it to the girl. "Come on," he said gently, not wanting to scare the girl. "Let's get you out of here. The little girl nodded and got to her feet, only to look behind Sam and scream. He whirled around, drawing his gun that was loaded with silver bullets. He only saw the silhouette of a man before something hit his head, and his world went black.

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Dean's POV
A scream pierced through the air and Dean immediately spun on his heel, gun in hand, and ran to find Sam. He saw someone standing in a doorway at the very end of the hallway, and charged towards the man. He saw the man go into the room, and he followed as fast as he could, but the man was gone by the time Dean entered the room, an open window blowing the night's breeze into the house.

He turned around to see a little girl kneeling on the floor. "He knocked out the policeman," she whimpered. Dean knelt beside her and saw Sam on the ground. He quickly checked for a pulse, and only allowed himself to breathe when he found one.

"Dammit, Sammy," he muttered as he scooped him up in his arms. He looked at the girl and saw the fear in her eyes. "It's okay," he said to her with a reassuring smile. "I'm his partner." She seemed to relax a bit and followed him out of the room.
Dean escorted the girl out of the house and told her to find her mom. She nodded and ran off down the street. With a sigh, Dean walked towards his black, 1967 Chevrolet Impala. He carefully put Sam in the backseat before sliding into the driver's seat. Starting the car, he set off for the nearest hospital.

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Okay, so this is my very first fanfiction! Yay! Sorry this chapter is so short, but I plan on updating as often as I possibly can. I plan on making this a very lengthy story, but I don't know just how long it'll be. If anything is wrong with it, please tell me so that I can improve my writing. I'm just going to let you know that some chapters will be short, like this one, and some will be much longer. It'll depend on how inspired I'm feeling as I write said chapter. Well thank you for reading, and a vote would mean a lot to me!