Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be CW. For this fic, which is the response to my own challenge of what if Sam didn't want to go with Dean in the Pilot because he was afraid that Dean would find out that he wasn't normal. I use some elements of the movie Cry Wolf with Jared Padalecki. The basis of the game---avoid suspicion, manipulate your friends, and eliminate your enemies---as well as one name: Dodger. Cry Wolf belongs to Rogue Pictures. First part takes place when Sam's a college freshman, and then will take place directly after "Shadows".Oh, and I know in most werewolf stories, when the person transformed back into their human form, they're unclothed, but I'm making these werewolves more like Teen Wolf, where they can change at will and they don't lose their clothes.




Eighteen-year old Sam Winchester struggled against the thing that had attacked him. No way! I'm not gonna die in my first year of college! he thought wildly. He had been trained way too well for some dang werewolf to be the death of him. The creature clawed him in the chest and Sam screamed in agony. Dang, I wish Dad or Dean were here, he thought to himself. Suddenly, his attacker shifted. Sam took the opportunity to throw the creature off and began pummeling it. For a while, he was doing very well. But presently, he grew tired. And that's when it struck again. Sam screamed its claws raked against his face. Then, he fell to the ground and slipped into unconsciousness. The monster began to strike and---that's when another werewolf leapt out of the shadows. The second werewolf growled, eyes blazing a brilliant yellow. The first tried to approach its victim but a swipe from its counterpart sent it running. Satisfied that the attacker gone, the werewolf trotted over to the boy. It sniffed, searching for signs of life. Its head recoiled at the vast amount of blood. Then, it howled a call for assistance. Almost instantly, a group of people came running up as the werewolf turned back into a tall girl with hazel eyes and blond hair.

"What is it? What's wrong?" her friends asked.

"He got attacked and he's lost a lot of blood. We need to replace it," she answered.

"But we can't just---" a girl of medium height with brunette hair began to object.

"There's no time to waste. Now let's go," the first girl interrupted. With that, Sam was picked up and carried to a cave. Surprisingly, it had been equipped with various machines and cots.

"Lay him down," the first girl instructed. Her friends did so and hooked him up to the machines.

"Who's gonna---" one of the boys wondered.

"I will," the first girl responded.

"No! You can't!" the others protested.

"I can and I am," she responded. With that, she lay on the cot next to Sam. With a sigh, her friends hooked the two together. Moments later, her blood flowed into Sam's. This resulted in a moan from him a few minutes later.

"It's working," the girl said in relief. Once he was stabilized, they were disconnected. With a moan, Sam slowly sat up.

"Are you all right?" the girl beside him questioned in concern.

"Somethin' hit me," he complained.

"Yeah. Uh---about that. This is gonna sound crazy, but---"

"You know, Standford's brochure didn't say nothin' 'bout werewolves on campus," Sam interrupted with an annoyed grumble. Normally, he wouldn't have made such a grevious error, but everything was still a bit fuzzy.

"You...knew?" the girl asked.

"Uhhhh---" it was then that Sam realized his mistake. "Oh, shoot," he said. The blond stuck out a hand.

"I know this is a bad time for introductions, but I'm Jessica," she told him. Sam took the offered hand and found himself staring into the face of the prettiest girl he had ever seen.