A Wolf Forgiven

A Wolf Forgiven

A Wolf Forgiven - Chapter 1

Title: A Wolf Forgiven 1/2

Author: Foxhunt2blue

Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt: #11 Radiant Boys on the paranormal25 Challenge Table

Rating: R for violence/language

Summary: After the death of John''s old friend and fellow hunter Chayton Proudfoot, Sam and Dean are drawn into a nightmare. The spirits of the children Chayton lost fifteen years ago suddenly appear followed by a wave of death and destruction. Sam becomes their next target and they have no idea why until repressed memories begin to rise.

Spoilers: Anything up to and including Shadow

Pairing: None

Disclaimer: The CW along with that evil little bastard Kripke owns Supernatural---I don''t. *Razzberry* Of course I just might be one of Kripke''s evil Satan spawn. *evil laugh*

Feedback: As long as it''s useful in a good way. Flames shall be condemned to hell where they all belong. *g*

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Without guilt

What is a man? An animal, isn''t he?

A wolf forgiven at his meat,

A beetle innocent in his copulation.

~ Archibald MacLeish, JB

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A fluid layer of mist drifted across the winding ribbon of asphalt, the bright glare of the headlights shimmering off the imbedded reflectors that ran down the center of the lonely road. The only sound outside of the faint chirp of crickets was the low thrum of 80''s rock as it drifted from the open windows of the midnight blue Chevy Blazer. Its engine humming seemingly in time with the music as it wound its way along the mist shrouded road.

"I''m proud of you, Kimi." Chayton Proudfoot spoke up in the tense silence of the Blazer''s cab.

"You did us all so proud, no pun intended." He chuckled, deep and gentle, as he reached out to squeeze his fourteen year old daughter''s shoulder.

Kimi rolled her eyes at her father, full lower lip pushing out in a childish pout. "Real funny dad, but why wasn''t mom there? Why''d she just not show up?" Her dark brows wove together beneath her damp bangs in a deep frown that aged her youthful face. "She always does this. She never comes and she doesn''t hunt like you do, dad."

"You know what''s been going on, Kimi." Chayton''s mahogany gaze shifted from the road to his daughter''s disappointed and angry face. "The death''s and the reports linked to them……..your mother is rattled is all."

A soft frustrated sigh escaped her pursed lips. "Yeah, I know." Sinking further into the seat, her gaze drifted from her lap to the dark road beyond the windshield. As she focused on the road her eyes widen in terror. "DAD!!!" Her scream echoed through the cab, hollow and terrified.

Shifting his gaze back to the road, Chayton sucked in a ragged breath, and crossed himself with shaking hands as he hit the brakes. "Sweet Mother of Jesus." He swore loudly as the tires shrieked, the cab of the truck twisting with the momentum, and leaving the scent of burnt rubber in the humid night air.

Just outside the twin beams stood something that Chayton had prayed he would never have to witness. He''d hoped that the stories were just that---nothing, but stories. Fifteen years of pain hidden away, fifteen years of guilt over the death of his sons, his boys. And now in this one moment all of it had came crashing down on him like a ton of concrete.

His boys.

His two sons stood still and silent, just out of the high beam''s reach, far paler than he remembered them. Their skin though---oh, sweet merciful God their skin---it glowed from within, a faint eerie glow. That glow seemed to throb in time with each erratic beat of his heart, with every desperate breath he took as he stared at something that couldn''t possibly exist.

"Daddy?" Kimi''s voice was high, on the edge of hysteria. "What''s happening?"

He shook his head as he pushed open the driver''s side door. "Stay in the truck, Kimi."

Stepping around the door, he pushed it shut, the clang of metal meeting metal eerily loud in the silence of the night drenched landscape. Slowly he walked backward to the rear of the truck, his eyes never leaving the twin apparitions that stood like silent sentries at the front of the truck, and reached over into the bed for the latch on the tool chest. He could hear his daughter''s muffled and terrified sobs as he pulled open the lid and reached in for his shotgun. Never once did the two pale, glowing apparitions look away from him, their dark eyes wide and unearthly. Chayton swallowed back the taste of bile as he began loading salt rounds in the double barrel shotgun and headed back towards the front of the truck.

Daddy……..

The sound of their voices was hollow and cold, sending an arrow of ice down his spine. His gaze narrowed as he drew so close he could see the glow beneath their skin giving it the appearance of being almost, but not quite transparent, the faint ghost of bone and muscle visibly flickering beneath. Swallowing hard he lifted the shot gun aiming it with steady hands born from years of hunting.