Sam put his brother in the passenger seat with ease, Dean was still in and out of consciousness as they had made their way back to the car. Sam slid into the drivers seat and brought the Impala to life, burning out of the abandon gravel parking lot.
His jaw was clenched tightly as he drove and his eyes shifted nervously. His knuckles were white and his nostrils flared, one though haunted his mind.
“Is Dean a werewolf now?â€� 
Sam took in a deep breath and shifted a glance at his Dean, who was coming back into consciousness.
“Sam…what happened to the body?� He grunted, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“I burned it.� Sam replied with a tight voice.
“No…no…did it shift back?�
“No, I waited a few minutes but it never shifted back.� Sam watched Deans expression go to worry.
“shite…Sam…Sammy…you have to…shoot me.� He whispered and Sam stiffened at the words he was terrified of hearing.
“No Dean, we don’t even know if it was a werewolf, or if you will change. And even if you do…I’m not shooting you.� Sam shifted in the seat, he could feel the anger building in his brother but he didn’t care, he wouldn’t let Dean die.
“Damn it Sam!...I don’t want to…to become the things we hunt! No cure Sammy…silver bullet to the heart…it’s…it’s the only way.� Dean finally opened his eyes slightly and shifted a glance at Sam, they were glazed and bloodshot…something was happening to Dean.
“You wouldn’t shoot me in Oregon, I’m not shooting you now!â€� Sams voice raised as his own  anger grew.
“Whatever…I’ll do it…it myself.� Dean said with a sigh, not even seeming to care at what he was saying.
“Like Hell you will! Now shut up and give us some time, you are not dieing! And that’s frickin’ final Dean!� Sam was yelling now, Dean waking up enough to send Sam glares.
“…Fine. As soon as I get furry though…you shoot me…b****…� Dean fell back into the world of unconsciousness with his final words.
“Whatever Jerk.� Sam sighed and pulled into the motel parking lot.
It was late at night and only a stray cat saw Sam carry his brother awkwardly back into the room. He laid Dean on his bed and grabbed the first aid kit, he pulled off his torn jacket, damn he was gonna be mad about that. He pulled off the other two shirts quickly until Dean laid in just his jeans and boots. Sam sucked in a breath of surprise, all that remained was a small cut and around it a large scar. This wasn’t looking good.
Sam paced, letting all his worry and frustration out as the boards creaked beneath him. Dean was bitten by an oversized wolf, most likely a werewolf. Now Dean was regenerating faster then the energizer bunny, a sign of a supernatural presence in his blood. He also seemed to be showing signs of a slight fever, could be another sign of the virus spreading. Crap.
Dean grunted and awoke once again, he looked down at his shoulder with glazed eyes.
“Hey Sammy.� Dean rasped with a dry voice.
Sam was at his side in an instant, sitting by his brothers side.
“Yeah Dean?�
“When did I become so good at healing? Oh right, when I became a frickin’ werewolf! Sam…�
“I don’t want to hear it Dean! I’m not shooting you, and your night dieing.� Sams voice was firm and final.
“Then what are we gonna do Sam…I don’t see a large cage anywhere…� Dean let his head fall back on the pillow and looked at Sam with worried eyes.
“It’s part of the work Sammy, my times up and I refuse to become a mindless killing machine for our selfish reasons…you gotta do this man.� Dean wasn’t letting this go anytime soon.
Sam felt the tears brimming at his eyes, he knew Dean was right, but he had already lost so much. No way was he losing his brother when there was the slightest chance he could do something.
“Give me twenty four hours Dean, if I don’t turn up with anything and you turn…then I’ll put a bullet in your heart…� Sam clenched his jaw and Dean only nodded in stubborn agreement.
“Fine Sam…� He fell back into sleep and Sam let his head fall in defeat, he had work to do.

Dean had dreams that would make the sandman cringe. The werewolf that had attacked was chomping on his arm like it was a chew toy, and as Dean screamed in agony it just grinned with a blood soaked muzzle.
“What’s wrong Dean? This will be you soon!�
It laughed at that. The laughter echoing on and on, darkness swallowing Dean until the only thing he could see were the things crimson red eyes.
The next dream was more terrifying to Dean, much more terrifying. He was staring at himself in a mirror, the room behind him full of people that appeared to be at a large classy party of some sort. He wore a tux, the collar tight and the shoes shiny.
He looked at his eyes, he saw himself gasp in shock as he saw they were a vibrant gold, gleaming in the soft lights. He felt an odd sensation travel down his spine, then he got a tingling in his legs like one he had never experienced. It was as if someone had pumped his body full of adrenaline and they only thing he could do to burn it was run, but his body had other plans. He felt a fire burning in his chest and he crouched in horror as he felt his muscles expanding, his bones cracking and his skin itching like he was covered in aunts.
He roared loudly and the crowd behind him screamed in horror, he turned around to face them, beg them not to run when he saw his hand was now a large paw with razor sharp claws and thick black pads.
His shirt felt so tight, much to tight like it was suffocating him. With new paws he grabbed it where the buttons lined up and tore it off with a growl. He threw the tattered fabric to the marble floor. His shoes burst open and claws clicked loudly as he scrambled to turn around and face the mirror.
What he saw horrified him, his face wasn’t his anymore, neither was any other part of his body. He leaned against the mirror, coming so close his new wet nose smudged the shining crystal of a mirror and steamed it with hot breath. His face was that of a wolf, a long thin but powerful muzzle and jaw. His ears triangular and furry, along with his whole head that was now covered in thick dark blonde fur. His eyes though, they were now his. No longer were they gold, no, now they were vibrant green with just a small ring of gold near the pupil.
“Nooo!� He tried screaming but all that came out was a pathetic howl.
He slammed a fist of a paw into the mirror and the thing shattered in a million pieces, falling to the ground.
“Dean?� The voice he knew anywhere, that voice he had never been so happy to hear. Sammy.
He turned around quickly and looked down at Sam. Never thought he’d be doing that. Sam looked up at him with his classic puppy dog eyes, not scared what so ever. Dean pleaded with him to leave, before he lost control that he was having trouble keeping.
Dean felt it. The instinct to rip everybody that was running to shreds. The want to drink their blood, feed on their flesh and fill his gnawing stomach with their juicy muscle tissue.
Sam raised a hand, waiting for Dean to take it. Dean cocked his head and stepped back, his ears flattening as he whine softly.
“I don’t want to hurt you Sammy…� He thought as he tried to shrink smaller.
“You won’t Dean, no matter how evil you become you can never hurt me.�
Dean perked his ears. It was true, the wolf wanted nothing to do with Sam. Sam was his pack brother, not an enemy or food. He fell to all fours and wagged his tail, Sam leaned closer and just as he did a knife penetrated his back and stuck out gruesomely from the front.
“Sammy!� Dean yelled but instead a long howling yelp erupted from his throat.
Sam fell, reaching desperately for Dean, who caught him and held his brother, stroking his hair with large paws. He looked up and saw his killer, a man with black eyes and a evil grin.
“You think you’ll ever be happy Dean? We’ll never let you.� He said with a smooth voice that made Dean shake with rage. He carefully laid Sams body on the floor, then lunged without warning for the man. He had him pinned, screaming for his life, Dean reared back and then plunged with all his might into the demons neck…

Dean jumped awake, cold sweat soaking his skin and his heart racing. He swallowed hard and looked around the room, Sam sat hunched over his laptop, obviously in deep thought.
“Sammy?� He said roughly, not really sure why he was calling his brother.
Sam snapped around, surprised at his brothers voice.
“Yeah, what is it Dean?� Sam had deep concern in his voice.
“Nothin…nothing…�Dean paused, wanting to tell Sam but thinking better of it. Sam saw right through it.
“What is it Dean?�
“Nothin’…just weird dreams…not involving lollie pops and rainbows.�
Dean sat up, feeling much better then he had hours before. His head ached slightly, but the soreness was completely gone in his shoulder, which scarred him deeply. He seemed refreshed almost, he actual felt quiet good.
“I found someone who might be able to help you.� Sam said, not really sure if Dean wanted to hear this or not.
“What is it?� Dean stood up and stretched his tight muscles.
“A shaman up in Maine. I emailed him, he has dealt with one other case similar to this, he was able to save the girl.�
“And how can we trust this guy?� Dean asked with annoyance.
“Bobby told me about him.� Sam said quickly.
“Hmm.� Dean grumbled.
Sam watched Dean carefully, he seemed to be moving different, smoother and more swiftly then before.
Dean felt different. He could feel his muscles craving something that he couldn’t give them, at least not for a while. His sense seemed to have sharpened, everything now had a scent, the darkness seemed lighter and each sound was amplified.
“Sam…things are different…how long was I out?� He wanted to know how long the virus had been in his system, how much longer he had until he changed, whenever that was.
“It’s five in the morning. This guy told me you got twenty four hours before you, um, change. You got bit around twelve last night so we have to get you to New York before then.�
“Why? What’s in New York?� Dean laid back down, a new wave of sleepiness coming over him.
“An abandon county jail that we can use tonight.â€� Sam said tensely, fearing Deans reaction. 
Deans nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw.
“Great, gotta be locked up for the night in an abandon jail. Frickin’ great, just how I wanted to spend my Saturday night. What else did this guy say?� Dean questioned, rolling over and pulling the cover closer.
“The first shift will be..uh…pretty rough I guess. And the type of werewolf that bit you…it a doesn’t, doesn’t limit you to the full moon.� Sam said swallowing hard as Dean shot up in shock.
“What?!� He yelled, anger in his voice. “Sam, what the hell is that suppose to mean?!�
“It means, after the initial shift you should be able to change at will I guess…� Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in tension.
“What else did you find out?� Dean was now wide awake and listening with keen ears.
“He’s found people learn how to control it, this type anyway. And that most retain memory from the night, it’s basically opposite of our usual werewolf. Keep the mind, change the body, mostly anyhow…�
“Mostly how?�
“You’ll still have the instinct to want to hunt, feed…He didn’t have all the details on it, but said that if we can’t make it to his place today, it would be wise to find somewhere to, uh, cage you.�
Dean ran a nervous hand through his hair and threw the covers off, sleep no longer a concern. He began packing his things, the thoughts of his dreams rolling in his mind, what did they mean?
Sam shut his laptop and sighed in exhaustion. He got up and began packing along with Dean until the room was cleaned out.
The brothers left the room at six in the morning, the warm spring air and scent of fresh rain greeting them as they got into the Impala.
“Where in New York?� Dean said simply as he turned on the car.
“Darklin, east of Albany.� Sam said with a tired voice.
Dean began to drive, tense and uneasy about his whole situation and sincerely hoping this guy could help. But if not…was he really ready to face death? He sighed and turned on the radio letting the music numb his mind and ease his thoughts.
“Hey Sammy…�
Dean looked over at his brother, but found him fast asleep with the window for a pillow. He’d stayed up all night, trying desperately to save his brother. Dean hoped not for his own sake, but for Sam that this guy was right, that he could save Dean.
Dean drove down the winding road through mountains and forests, the scenery refusing to put his tense mind at ease. His nerves were on edge from both the fact that he had been bitten and the thought of him changing and having no control.
If there was one thing Dean hated, it was having no control over a situation. The decision being in fates hands, and not your own. His stomach twisted at the thought and he brought in a shaky breath.
He was starting to shiver, not out of cold but out of anxiousness. The spasms made his teeth clatter and his fingers tremble, he looked at himself in the mirror and found his skin pale and his eyes dark. 
He heard Sam awaken and he decided it would be a good time to switch, pulling over to the side of the road he slid his brother a nervous glance. Sam opened his eyes and they widened in shock when they saw Deans appearance, shaky, unstable and pale. All very un-Dean like.
“Dean, how you feelin’?� Sam asked softly, not wanting Dean to flinch at his words.
“Like I’m on edge, waiting for something to happen to give me a release of some sort…frickin’ sucks.� Dean said with a shaky breath.
Sam nodded and swallowed hard. Dean sighed and opened his door, getting out he stretched and took a look around as Sam got out.
Things were different, Dean could feel everything changing, becoming something that was no longer him. He hated it. His senses screamed with clarity like they never had before, never could because it wasn’t humanly possible to hear a squirrel three hundred feet away. He lifted his face to the wind and inhaled, a thousand different scents greeting his mind and some unknown knowledge sorting them out and sending his brain all kinds of images and messages.
He shook his head and went around to the passenger side, Sam stood for a moment sending him a worried glance before getting into the drivers seat.
“Dean…�
“Sam, don’t. I said shoot me, you said find a cure. Now you and I both have to deal with the consequences, so I don’t want hear any “are you ok,� or “you need to relax�. I’m fine, now lets just get to the damn place.� Deans voice was raised in anger and agitation Sam cringed at the harsh words his brother spoke.
The rest of the car ride was silent, only the eighties rock filling the void of the brothers conversation.
Dean fell in and out of sleep, dreams of running on all fours and hunting startling him awake most of the time only for him to sink into unconsciousness yet again. A cold sweat broke out over his pale skin and his shaking became worse, Sam asked if he wanted to stop for food but the thought sickened him.
Sam gnawed nervously on his lip, his mind thinking of everything possible that could go wrong. His stomach seemed to drop out every time the thought of shooting his brother crossed his mind, he would shake it away. He didn’t care what happened, he refused to kill Dean.
They finally arrived at the abandon county jail in Darklin New York just as the sun was setting. Sam pulled the car to a stop and killed the engine as the brothers took in the view.
The place was surrounded by over grown bushes, the grass was long and thick, everything had been untouched for years. The fence surrounding the place was beginning to rust, but appeared mostly stable. A lock bound the front gates, allowing no trespassers to enter.
Suburbia could be seen peeking out from behind the jail, probably less then a mile away. That made Dean uncomfortable.
Sam got out with Dean close behind, his legs were shaky and uneasy from the car ride but he was quickly beginning to feel better. Color had returned to his face and shakiness no longer made his muscles twitch.
Sam pulled out his lock picking kit and got to work on the gate as Dean took a look around. . The warm spring night air blew gently against Deans face, the damp air telling him of the coming rain. He heard the faint call of tree frogs and the distant growl of traffic, each sound his mind easily picking up on and distinguishing.
Sam was good at lock picking, had been taught by the best. However, and old rusted lock that refused to budge was a different story. Many rains and snows had carotid the thing until it was no longer able to move, yet the inner steel had remained strong and unwilling to give. Sam groaned in frustration after playing with the thing for fifteen minutes, standing his knees and back stiff and soar from squatting.   
“Looks like were climbing.� Sam said softly with a look over to Dean.
Dean looked at Sam then at the gate with a furrowed brow, then back at his brother. Sam gave him a one eyebrow raise in confusion, then before he could speak Dean crouched and sprang. Dean sailed over the twelve foot chain link gait with ease, his hands quickly grabbing the top to push him the rest of the way over. He landed softly on his feet, his knees slightly bending to absorb the shock of the drop. Slowly he turned around, not even sure why he had jumped, he knew how he had done it, but the thought had never really registered in his mind. He had just done it.
“I wolfman.� He offered sarcasm to Sams look of complete shock and gaping mouth.
When he got no response he shrugged and grabbed the chain the lock was keeping bound, curious he pulled with all his strength, and wasn’t all that surprised when they snapped off loudly.
“Sam…I think we’re screwed.� Dean looked up as he held the fragments of metal in his trembling hands.

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Sam pulled himself together, ignoring the fact that his brother had just demonstrated his now great jumping skills and strength. He pushed the gate open, the hinges creaking and groaning from years of no use. He swallowed hard and laid a hand on Deans shaking shoulder, but he flinched and pulled away.
“Sam…if I can do that, I don’t think that a damn cell can hold me…� His eyes searched the dark night, avoiding Sams look of concern.
“Come on Dean, lets go…� Sam started toward the building, ignoring his brothers words.
“Sam…do you have it?� Dean asked in a low voice that wasn’t his own.
Sam stiffened at the words and his hear skipped a beat. He knew exactly what Dean was talking about, it’s weight pulled at the back of his jeans, its cool metal rested against his skin.
“Yes Dean, I have it.� He replied with no emotion, he swore to dean he would use it if he must. Told Dean that if he managed to escape it was a silver bullet in the heart for him.
He lied.
Their shoes scraped the wet cement steps as they came to the door, it was locked as the gate had been. Sam turned to Dean with curious eyes, Dean sent him a glare then cursed and shook his head.
“Now I get super powers and you want to use them for every little thing? Your such a little b****.� Dean sighed but raised his foot to the steel door and kicked it in, sending it feet before clattering loudly to the concrete within.
“Jerk.� Sam smirked.
The situation was tense and nerve wracking, but both figured if they kept up with all the brooding and depression, they were going to kill themselves.
Dean slid inside the building, cells lining to his right and a large open space that had once been an office to his left. The scent of mothballs and mildew clogged his senses, he almost gagged but managed to keep it down. Mice scuttled and screeched loudly as the brothers brought up dust in the long forgotten building.
Sighing Dean opened the door to one of the cells, surprised at how thick and strong the bars were. The weather was unable to touch these, they hadn’t been weakened with time and water.
Dean looked over at Sam who was rummaging loudly through a old wooden desk in the corner, it was the only one so he really hoped it held the keys to the place. Dean watched curiously until he saw a grin spread across Sams face and he held a rusted skeleton key.
“We’re in luck.� Sam grinned.
“If we had luck, we wouldn’t be here.� Dean said with a hint of sarcasm.
Sam shrugged at that, but watched with sad eyes as his brother filed into the cell with slouched shoulders and guilty eyes. The door closed behind him with a click and Sam locked it up with a clenched jaw.
“Sammy…remember what you promised me…� Dean said with a tight voice, tears threatening behind the tough act.
“Yeah…I know Dean…� Sam whispered, refusing to meet Deans eyes.
An hour passed, Sam sitting on the desk fidgeting at every sound and finding himself pacing uneasily every few minutes before starting the whole process over again.
Dean on the other hand sat with his back against the wall, his head resting uncomfortably against the hard cement bricks with closed eyes. Every muscle wanted to move, he was so restless it almost killed him, but he kept it together. Resisted everything his mind wanted him to do. No matter what, he refused to loose control.
The hours crept by at a slow pace, the sun setting outside and the cloudy sky clearing as the front blew by. The window was above Dean so he could not feel the rising of the full moon, but he felt it tugging with a powerful invisible force.
Sam watched with worried eyes as Dean sat with uncanny patience, his appearance seemingly un phased by the rising of the full moon and the approaching of the twenty four hour period. Sam knew better though, he knew Dean was putting on an act, that inside he was worried as all hell and was just staying strong for Sam.
He wished Dean would react really, let him know what was going on in that head of his. Sam glanced to the window and found the moon shining through the steel bars, its pale blue light seeping in and flooding over the concrete floor. Sam moved his glance to Dean, who sat in the dark shadows with his head down as thoughts of what was to come whirled in his mind.
Dean could feel it coming, like seeing a tidal wave before it smacked you down and pulled you struggling back into the deep, dark ocean.
His muscles began to shake and sweat seeped from his pours, Dean clenched his fists as the first blast pain hit his whole body.
“Dean…?� He heard Sams voice, so faint…so distant.
Dean raised his head slowly, his trembling now uncontrollable and his eyes beginning to glaze. He met Sams eyes, and fear clenched at his heart when he saw Sams eyes widen in fear and shock. That wasn’t a good sign…
Sam didn’t know what to do, Dean was beginning to shake and twitch and small gasps of pain escaped his lips. He called to him and Dean only raised his head, to reveal bright yellow eyes…

Never in his life had Dean felt such horrible pain. Shaking took over every muscle, sending him to the cold floor. The cool cement was a relief though to his burning skin, it was bright red and slick with sweat. He screamed in agony as all his bones broke, or at least that’s what it felt like.
Sam watched in horror and awe, frozen in shock and not sure what to do. His mind pulled a blank, no thoughts raced through his head as Deans screams echoed through the hollowed out building.
Dean lay on his back with his eyes closed as another wave of pain hit, this time he felt things beginning to change. The first thing he felt was his spine, each vertebrae lengthening and reforming to fit a being that could walk on fours and two. His shoulder blades and hip bones snapped as they shifted into a mix of beast and man. He arched his back in agony as the muscles expanded along with the bone. He growled and groaned, attempting to keep the screams from reaching his lips yet again.
His clothes were feeling much too tight, and with strength that wasn’t his he ripped off his shirt. Looking down he panted hard as he saw the bones squirming and twisting beneath his skin. He couldn’t rip his eyes away as his muscles began to swell, each one becoming larger and stronger then they had ever been. The barrel of his chest widened as the rib cage shifted, his lungs becoming larger so more air could be taken in as he ran.
He clamped his eyes shut and clenched his jaw so hard he thought it might break off as the burning pain ripped his body to shreds.
To add to the pain an irritating itch now covered every inch of his body, he didn’t have to look to know a thick, dirty blonde fur was poking through every pore of his body. It slowly grew as the shift continued ravaging his bones, muscles and joints.
He felt his legs go numb and tried to look down, but found it much to exhausting to lift his head that high. He dropped his head to the floor but could feel his femur and shin bones shortened slightly, allowing his feet to elongate. His pants spilt and ripped, the pieces falling to the floor as he struggled against the torture. His thighs and caves bulked with stealth ready for springing and his digit grade ankles extended into powerful tarsal bones then sprawled into large canine paws, which easily burst through his shoes with dagger sharp claws.
He felt his hands begin to sweat and he opened his eyes and shifted his glance to his shaking fingers. They snapped in a sickening way and he watched in gruesome horror as they thickened into massive paws with thick, black pads and shining claws. He was surprised when he found the opposable thumb remained, but became further away from the rest of his fingers as his carpal bones lengthened and thickened.
His pecks, biceps, triceps and forearms expanded beneath his skin, becoming royally dangerous weapons.   
He screams turned deeper and deeper until they were thunderous roars, his neck thick and muscular to match the low pitch.
He heard a crack like a tree snapping and then found his jaw bone and nose began to lengthen into a snout. He closed his eyes as tears streaked down his now fur covered face, all he wanted was for it to end. For this god forsaken pain to stop…
It wasn’t quiet finish however. His ears tipped and slid atop his head, his nose became that of a canine, black and wet. His teeth lengthened, thickened and sharpened until they were deadly fangs.
His face was now completely wolf, and his body a mix between both, with a broader more powerful build then a wolf could ever have, but speed, power and stealth a man could never achieve.
He panted in exhaustion, his body quivering at the shock of everything. He thought it was over until a pain burned at the base of his tail bone, he yelped in surprise as a tail sneaked out, naked and bare at first until a thick fluffy coat of dark blonde fur covered it. He closed his eyes and fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness.
Sam had watched the whole thing. Watched with wide eyes, flared nostrils, tense muscles and a jaw hanging open in horror and shock. His brother now lay before him, no longer looking anything like Dean unless you counted the dirty blonde fur that spike atop his head. The world slammed back into Sam full force and he gasped in air, not realizing he had held his breath the entire time. He felt his stomach churn uneasily, he was about to loose the small amount of food he had eaten that day. Watching his brother turn from a man to a large beast had not been the most pleasant thing. And although Dean had tried his best to contain the shouts and screams of agony they had still escaped as he struggled against his body. Sam had began to shake when they had turned to roars, the realization of what had happened to his brother just beginning to sink in.
Dean was unconscious for the moment, the shock to much for his mind and body to handle. Sam crept up slowly toward the cage, his breaths loud and shaky as his mind tried to put together a coherent thought, but it wasn’t working so well.
“Dean?�
He looked around as if someone else had said it, his own voice surprising him as the name came out without him thinking about it. He was beginning to gather his courage, maybe trying to communicate with his brother would help. It was said that if you said a werewolfs name three times it would change back, and although he doubted that it might help Dean gain control.
“Dean?� He said it louder and more firm this time.
He heard a groan and a slight shuffling as he watched his brothers begin to move, the new muscles moving sleekly beneath the thick fur.
“Dean?!� This time he yelled it, and apparently Dean didn’t like that.
With a load roar and movement faster then anything Sam had ever seen Dean was on his feet and holding a large paw around Sam throat, his arm snaked through the bars so fast Sam didn’t even have time to blink. He gasped and struggled against the death grip, his eyes bulging at the sight before him.
Dean was a towering seven feet, his face pressed against the bars and a terrifying long powerful muzzle was pulled back in a vicious snarl as it stuck out through the cell, mere inches from Sams nose. A thundering growl vibrated through him and his yellow eyes watched Sam with a wild and untamed glaze, a look that no longer belonged to Dean.
“Dean…De…Dean…come…on man…Don’t do…this…� Sam choked out the words as Deans grip seemed to tighten around his windpipe.
“Dean!� He got out one firm full yell.
Dean cocked his head and if Sam wasn’t in the middle of being chocked he would have found it cute.
Dean had been scared and mad, why was he locked in this cage? All he wanted to do was go out and run, hunt. His thoughts were simple, mainly images and emotions. When the man had called loudly it annoyed him, he now held the man in his paw, ready to kill him. But something nagged at him as the man spoke, this wasn’t any normal man. He cocked his head and listened to his voice, sniffed carefully and realized this was a pack brother. This was someone he was very close to.
Sam watched as Dean sniffed him carefully then released his grip and let Sam fall to the ground. He watched as the beast backed away and began howling and yelling as if it were fighting something.
Something was fighting to break through his new simple mind. Screams were heard faintly in the distance of his mind, he growled and covered his ears. He wanted those screams to go away, just leave him alone to hunt. But then the scream broke through and it felt like and explosive went off in his head. He fell to the ground howling in agony as the scream turned into a voice. His voice, Deans mind broke through the instinct that had cloaked his mind and swallowed his thoughts.
He was on his knees breathing hard and he looked up to Sam with ears flattened in sorrow and eyes begging for apology. Sam stepped back in surprise as he saw the eyes had gone from yellow to Deans brilliant green.
“Dean?� He croaked out with a hoarse voice.
The wolf perked its ears and let out a series of unrecognizable yelps, barks and growls.
“Can’t really understand ya dude.� Sam replied with a smirk as he stood up and brushed himself off.
Dean sat and watched Sam with curious eyes and a wagging tail. He was in control! He couldn’t believe he had done it, fighting for it had been like waking up from a bad dream. He watched the instinctual side of his mind grab Sam and that had dragged his conscious mind up from the depths of darkness. Now that he had snapped through though it was just like any other day, only a much different body.
“Can you understand me Dean?� Sam asked as he stood a bit back, not wanting to get caught in a werewolfs grip again.
Dean nodded and gave Sam a wolfish grin, he barked and his tail wagged more furiously.
Sam smiled and returned to the wooden desk in the corner, he sat with his back against the wall and watched Dean with curious eyes.
“Well this is good news, I mean if you can maintain control then we don’t have to worry about you, right? I mean we’ll still go to the shaman and everything but I can let you out and we can carry on like normal, well normal to our standards anyway.� Sam was doing a nervous ramble and Dean knew it.
Sam looked at his brother who had a hard expression as he shook his head no.
“Don’t trust yourself enough to be let out?� Sam asked quietly.
Dean lowered his ears and shook his had no. How could he? He had just nearly killed Sam, he refused to risk it. A few moments of silence passed between them, tense and uneasy before Sam decided to break it.
“Be a lot more fun if we could carry on a conversation…� Sam said and then paused a grin spread across his face.
“Then again without you being able to talk back this could be a great night.� Sam met Deans eyes, that were now narrowed in a glare.
Sam began joking around about his brother and saying some silly insults, Dean would growl and bark but then laid his head on his massive paws and just groaned as Sams voice echoed on.
“And do you remember that time when we were kids and we found that basement full of rats and you ran out screaming like a little girl? Dad said he’d never seen you run so fast and threatened to put rats in your bed and you got so scared you almost wet yourself?� His laughter made Dean growl and flatten his ears, all in good humor.
“Shut up Sam…Shut up Sam or I swear to God I will break out of this cage and eat you…�
Sam finally became silent as he faded into sleep while Dean remained wide eyed and alert, ready for anything. A few hours passed, Dean slowly becoming more and more tired as the night aged around him. His eyes began to close and he began to slip into sleep when the cracking of bushes and a low growl from outside startled him awake again. He stood on two and put his muzzle out the window to smell the spring air, and when he caught the scent he was searching for his hackles rose and he bristled in anger. A low growl gurgled in his throat and quickly turned into warning barks to awaken Sam, another werewolf was outside.

Thanks NightHowler!Yeah,here is the link for it over at fanfiction,
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3907692/1/O … e_Art_Thou
And here's the link for it on this site...
http://forum.werewolfcafe.com/viewtopic … 68&p=1
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Thanks Grayle,here's some more...

Sam awoke to Deans loud barking, worry immediately shooting through his system making his heart beat fast and his breathing quicken. He jumped off the desk and walked quickly over to Dean, he was on two legs with his snout out the window as he barked in a terrifying matter.
“Dude, what’s your deal?� He asked and Dean whipped around with concerned eyes.
He looked back and forth between the window and Sam, when he got nothing but a confused look he pointed to himself then outside.
“Uh…you want out?�
Dean rolled his eyes and smacked his head, shaking his snout no he points outside again.
“No you fickin’ idiot! Werewolf outside!� Dean thought and Sam finally took notice to the fact that Dean is indicating outside.
“I’ll be right back.� Sam said softly and headed for the door.
Concern suddenly hit Dean, he just sent his brother after another werewolf by himself.
“Dean, you frickin’ idiot!�
Sam was already out the door so Dean decided to start barking madly to bring his brother back in.
“Get your ass back in here saskwatch!�
He heard a shout of surprise from Sam and panic surged through him, adrenaline pumped into his blood making it boil and his mind go blank with rage. He roared loudly and grabbed the steel bars and with all his strength he shook them back and forth. Cement dust fell like snow on Dean thick fur as the lined wall began to rip loose from its binds. Dean gave a final shove and the whole cell wall fell to the ground with a earth shattering clang. He leaped out with an easy spring and raced out the door, Sam stood only a few feet away face to face with the other werewolf.
Dean didn’t think, he only reacted to what he saw, a monster in front of his brother. With a deafening roar he leaped at the thing and tackled it to the ground. She yelped in surprise as he snarled and pinned her to the ground.
“Dean, no! Shes on our side!� Sam yelled and inched closer to his brother, but fear kept him at a distance.
Dean growled in a low tone, saliva foamed at his mouth and slid down his muzzle onto her face. She whimpered softly and tucked her tail, her eyes didn’t meet Deans showing she would easily submit as she revealed her throat.
Dean continued growling but slowly back off watching her with careful eyes, she slowly rose to her feet and looked back and forth between Sam and Dean, then took of running.
“Great Dean, you scared off our only possible chance of learning about this. She was communicating with me through telepathy dude! She was just starting to say she knew all about you getting turned until you hulked out and scared her away.�
Dean looked up at Sam with a cocked head, how the hell could she help?
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his mop of brown hair. He looked down at Dean, which wasn’t all that far, and gave him a one eyebrow raise.
“Dude, your pretty scary lookin’.� Sam said with a smirk, Dean only glared.
“In a cool way, geez crabby.� Sam started to head back toward the jail when Dean brushed past him and knocked the back of his knee with his muzzle, knocking Sam to the ground in a blink of an eye. Dean started making a gruff growling noise that Sam assumed was laughter as he laid on his back looking up at the stars. Dean popped over him with a grin on his muzzle and a wagging tail.
“You are having way too much fun with this Dean…� Sam groaned and rose to his feet, he didn’t feel like arguing because that might have made Dean angry...
“Suns gonna rise in about an hour here, after you change back we’ll get a few hours of sleep then head out again round noon. Sound good?� Sam asked with a glance, Dean only nodded but was distracted at the forest around him.
Dean found the scent of the woods amazing, and the fresh air just glorious. His body ached for a run, his muscles demanded it really, but the thing that scared Dean was the hunger in his stomach that gnawed to be filled. Sam didn’t smell like food, but that rabbit a few hundred feet away sure did. He heard his brothers voice faint and far away but just watched with glazed eyes into the night.
That’s when the reality of what just happened hit Sam, with one eyebrow raised he looked in the jail and saw the cell wall on the floor. Fear gripped his heart as he realized Dean was supposed to be in there and could possibly loose control at any moment.
“Hey, uh, Dean? Want to come back in here?� Sam asked quietly being sure not to tick off his brother.
Dean looked back at Sam then shrugged and trotted back in the jail, his tail brushing against Sam as he did so. Sam had to admit it was pretty weird seeing his brother like this, an oversized canine. Dean went to the middle of the room and sat down waiting for him. Sam closed the door behind him and decided this would be a good chance to really observe his brother in this state.
Sitting on his haunches Dean came up to about Sams bellybutton, his height and muscle mass was astounding. He walked around Dean carefully looking over every detail, his elder watched with one brow raised and a confused look. A thick mane cascaded down his back, shoulders and chest, the rest of the fur only being about and inch long. Sam reached out and ran his hand through the mane, Dean seemed to shy away from the touch but didn’t go completely out of reach.
“Amazing really…� Sam whispered as he felt the muscles that lie under the hair.
Dean huffed at that and laid down beside Sams feet. His brother had to go all curious and check his new body, he hated it. This…thing he had become was so tempting because of the power but every instinct told him to hate it, loath it. However, the pure strength of everything made him wonder just how much he could do if he got stuck like this. His senses were amazing, his power more then anything he had run into and the fact that he had control was a plus.
“No, you hunt these things, it always has a price…�
Sam sat down beside him and Dean looked up at him with confusion, Sam smiled warmly and rested a hand on Deans shoulder.
“I know your either freaking out in there or having all these crazy thoughts and I just want you to know, that no matter what your gonna be fine Dean. Alright?� Sam gave him those puppy dog eyes, ha! Now dean could match those…maybe.
Dean would argue but since speaking was out of the question he nodded and sighed heavily.
Their lives were weird.

The sun rose, Dean returning to the privacy of the cell to change back while Sam wited in the car. Dean stood on four bracing himself for intense pain. Slivers of rosy red sunlight streaked through the bars and washed over Dean. He felts everything relaxing and was greatly surprised when the change back went smoothly and painlessly. The cracking, popping and snapping all came but without any pain to partner with. He breathed hard as he fell to normal hands and knees, sweat glistening all over his naked skin.
He stood for a moment regain his ground, going from being huge to normal size was a bit odd and he needed to readjust.
“I was just a werewolf, gets funnier every time I think it…� He grunted.
Shaking his head he slipped on a t-shirt and pair of jeans and headed out to the Impala where Sam waited anxiously. He slipped in the drivers seat and didn’t meet Sams eyes, the memories of the night before not allowing him
“Sam, I’m really sorry bout grabbing your throat and almost killing you man…even though you’re my pain in the ass little brother you didn’t need that…� Dean sighed in frustration and ran a nervous hand through his hair.
“Dude, it wasn’t you. Well, it was but you got control, this is good news Dean.� Sam said looking for a glimmer of hope in Dean.
“Yeah I guess…but man I’m tired and just wanna crash so can we go…� Dean looked out the window and Sam clenched his jaw in emotion.
“Yeah…� Sam pulled out in search of the motel, silence filling the car.

Victorias Point of View

Well that had gone smoothly. Dean had tackled her to the ground and sent her running, real smooth. Usually she would have stood up to him, made him listen, but there was such a power in him that instead she cowered in fear.
“Stupid! Stupid!� She growled at herself as she returned to the motel.
She had followed them up after contacting Lucas, a friend of hers who had just heard from them and said they were heading to an abandon jail in Darklin New York. She had gotten a late start and was to late to talk to Dean while in human form.
Sam was a wonderful guy, he was willing to listen, didn’t even take a shot at her! But Dean had assumed she was a threat to his brother and jumped her without a second thought, that was going to get him in trouble. And not with her.
She sighed and easily shifted back into her human form. Next time she would do things right, as a person, face to face.

Sam drove on, caffeine and nerves pushing him so he couldn’t possibly nod off. They had skipped the motel, considering Dean had fallen asleep with in minutes and Sam couldn’t fathom the thought of sleeping. He had seen his brother go from man to beast, those yellow eyes so untamed and wild still burned in his mind. He glanced over with flared nostrils and swallowed hard as he saw Dean sleeping so peacefully, yet something was different about him. It was as if Sam was sitting in the car with an animal, he slept now but at the slightest disturbance ready to tear your throat out.
And Dean was. His sleep was light and easily disturbed. Scents and sounds would occasionally bombard his exhausted mind but he was learning how to block them out. The sun shined on his face but his sunglasses didn’t allow it to penetrate his tired eyes. It warmed his face and relaxed him until he fell into a warm, comfortable nap.
Sam checked the map and made sure everything was on track, they were heading in the right direction. He figured another twelve hours and they’d be in Maine, after that he was really uncertain what to do.
Dean would shift again, but when? Would he be able to hold control, or would they have to lock him up again? Sam stared at the road ahead of him, thoughts and possibilities carrying his mind to another place…

Dean dreamt again. Stupid friggin’ dreams. These were vivid nightmares, he was always in wolf form, always hungry, always stalking easy prey, but as soon as he got close enough to tear their throats out and taste their sweet nectar, he pulled back. A voice would penetrate the instinctual mind and he’d run away, green eyes wide in terror at what he almost did. The wolf mind would snarl in rage, Dean would only snarl back.
In one dream he came to a creek, the bubbling water gurgling easily over stones and rocks, the clear and shimmering liquid a relief to his burning dry throat. He looked at his reflection, touched his muzzle with rough pads, stared in awe at the wolf that stared back at him. Then he heard Sam calling him, looking up he saw his brother on the other side of the creek, a forest of maple and oak with light mist surrounding him. He felt his tail wag and he bound across the creek, the water splashing and soaking his thick coat, cooling his hot skin beneath. Sam smiled as he came closer but then a knife blade went through his chest, he looked down his bulging eyes as blood seeped from his mouth and he couldn’t find his voice. He fell in slow motion, water splattering everywhere as he fell and left the sight of the possessed man behind him, grinning with black eyes.
Dean couldn’t reach Sam, and the man only laughed as he bled into the water. His blood clouding it thickly until the whole creek was filled, until it was crimson red and staining Deans fur…

Dean shot awake with a gasp, Sam looked over quickly with raised eyebrows.
“Bad dreams?�
“I’d say so.�
“I know the feeling.� Sam gave him a sympathetic look as Dean rubbed his eyes.
He glanced out the window to find the sun setting over the forest landscape, how long had he been out? He glanced at the clock and found it seven o’clock.
“Why didn’t you wake me Sam? You gotta be exhausted?� Frustration rose in Deans voice at his brothers decision.
“I’m not the one who changed forms last night, you’re the one who needed the sleep.� Sam looked at Dean with raised eyebrows but heavy eyes.
“Pull over Sammy, I’ll take the rest of the way. How much longer ya think?� Dean asked as Sam slowed the car and pulled it over.
“Bout another hour and a half, we hit Maine about forty minutes back.�
Dean nodded and squeaked open the passenger door, he was taken aback as a warm spring breeze hit his face with pleasantness. He closed his eyes and took it in, the warmth of the night mixed with a subtle hint of woods and wilderness. The wolf ached for it, his legs went tingly with adrenaline and excitement as the thought of the woods entered his mind.
Then another scent caught the wind and Dean froze, his back stiffening and his eyes narrowing in displeasure. He stood and sniffed the air loudly, his nose twitching trying hard to pick up more.
“Dean? What is it?� Sams voice shook him from his thoughts and he glanced at him.
Sam had to stop himself from jumping at Deans quick look, his eyes still his, but a wild touch on them once again.
Dean tested the air again and confirmed it. Blood. Off in the woods a human was bleeding, other scents began to mix in, other people, fire, smoke, herbs. Something wasn’t right.
Dean cocked his head and focused on listening, and the night blasted in. Through the crickets, frogs, and other sounds of the night he heard chanting. Latin chanting. No hillbillies did Latin chanting in the middle of the woods. Cult members did chanting in the middle of the woods.
“Sammy, grab a gun, something’s in the woods.� Dean almost literally growled it, making Sam bite his tongue and decide to ask questions later.
Dean stalked off in a predatory manner, his footfalls silent as instinct lead him through the dark woods. Sam could barely see, trusting his brothers new night vision as he stuck close by and wondered what the hell was going on.
The darkness fell around them, beams from the full moon illuminating the leaf covered ground and trees. Dean saw as if it was day, nothing cloaked by the night, it was as if a veil had been lifted from the world and it held no more secrets.
“Dean, what’s here? I need to know so I’m frickin’ ready!� Sam finally spoke up in a harsh whisper.
“Cult I think, I could smell the fire and blood from back by the car, were getting close now hush!� Dean crept forward at an easy pace, guiding his brother who was blinded by the darkness.
In the distance Dean saw a fire burning bright, lighting up the cleared area and throwing shadows amongst the trees and leaves. He pulled to a stop and put out a hand to have Sam do the same. Dean sniffed carefully, his mind sorting out the scents and his hearing tuned in on the voices.
“Bout fifteen of them, they have a male and a female for a sacrifice, already cut ‘em up a bit.� Dean looked back at Sam whose slack jaw and wide eyes told Dean he was a bit shocked.
Dean grinned and shrugged.
“If I’m gonna be cursed to fur balls and fleas mine as well use the positives to lend a hand in the hunting business.� Dean grinned and Sam let out a small laugh.
Dean suddenly felt nauseas as a powerful, thick, awful scent hit him. He coughed and sputtered as it seemed to fill his lungs and clog his mind, he couldn’t breath, couldn’t see as his eyes burned and tears began to stream down his face.
“Dean?! Dean?! What’s wrong?� Sam caught him as he began to fall.
“I…I dunno…something… it’s like poison…gas…� Dean was on his knees and went to look up at Sam, just in time to see a man hit his brother over the head. A growl rumbled in his chest and he went to say something he felt a crack against his own skull, then darkness.

Once again,sorry for forgetting about these!This is done,so i'll post the rest soon,it's a lot though,so it will be in sections!

Sam awoke slowly, his head throbbing and his eyes heavy. A blurry fire surrounded by people in black cloaks focused into view and he sighed heavily. Stupid friggin’ cults. Beside that he was tied up uncomfortably with his hands behind his back and his feet together.
He looked over to Dean who was still out of it, which scared him immensely. Something pretty damn strong had hit his brother and taken him down from the core. It made his senses fail so much that they got snuck up on and now he wasn’t waking from the realm of unconsciousness.
A short man with the shadow of the hood masking his face noticed Sam had awakened, he walked over to him in short quick strides and roughly grabbed his jaw.
“You’ll do hunter…I suppose.� His voice was greasy and cocky.
It royally pissed Sam off.
Dean surfaced into consciousness, his mind and senses still slightly clogged with that disgusting stench, not just a stench but a very veil upon his mind. He carefully sniffed but found his smell was still clogged, that scent still stuck in his nostrils. He tried to open his eyes but they felt extremely heavy and seemed to be slightly swollen. Worry clenched his heart as the memory of Sam being knocked out flashed through his mind. He snapped his head up, growling at the pain with a flinch, and found Sam beside him.
Deans eyes met Sams, and his brother physically flinched.
“What?� He croaked softly, his head pounding at the very use of speaking.
“Dean…your eyes…they’re yellow…� Sam swallowed hard and his brow knitted in shock and confusion.
“That’s never a good sign.� Dean groaned as he looked around.
All the members were gathered around the fire, chanting now for way to long. It was giving Dean an even bigger headache. The two sacrifices were a very frightened couple that sat bound about twenty feet away.
“So college boy, got any genius plans?�
Sam just stared at Dean, wondering why the hell he wasn’t a little more worried. Maybe whatever hit him was messing with his mind, it would explain the eyes…
“Sam, right now we have to worry bout getting outta here and trying to save those people. I got it under control, not even feeling the instincts right now. First things first, and that’s getting the outta here.� Deans eerie yellow eyes met Sam, a slight glaze over them as he swayed slightly.
Before another word was spoken a group of five came over to Sam and hoisted him up, Dean watched with a glare, anger beginning to boil beneath his skin.
“Hey freaks, why don’t you leave ‘im alone. I’m tons more fun then that little b****.� Dean attempted his cockiest grin but his coordination still wasn’t all there. They glared at him before turning around and beginning to drag Sam off.
Panic surged through him and he tested his binds, his once super strength seeming to be gone from that junk he had inhaled. He looked up and watched them with worried eyes as they sat Sam down beside the other victims. A man suddenly impaired his view and he looked up to find a middle aged man with chestnut hair slicked back revealing pale skin and cold blue eyes.
“Well, well, well what have we here…Hunter you should have known not to deal with forces you couldn’t handle, Jork will be rising soon and you will be his first meal. And what a fine one you’ll make…� He grinned.
Behind him Dean heard a smack and then a yelp of pain. His eyes widened and the man stepped aside revealing a group of five men surrounding Sam.
“Leave ‘im alone!� Dean shouted, his voice deeper then usual.
“Oh, come now! My boys are just making sure your buddy will be a good sacrifice, not put any shenanigans and such.� The man crossed his arms and watched with a smile as Sam got beat. Dean flinched every time his brother was hit, rage began to boil within’ him.
“Sam!�
Another punch to the face, a kick to the ribs, a twist and snap of the wrist. Sam fell unconscious from pain.
Deans vision blurred in rage. No it was more then rage, if that was possible. Adrenaline surged through his bloodstream, his heart began to race, his skin became slick with sweat and he felt himself begin to shake. His sense revved again, the smog that locked his mind before suddenly clearing, the world slamming back in at full force.
“Scared hunter…you should be.� The man chuckled and Dean refused to meet his eyes as he himself grinned, bearing long sharp fangs.
“Naw, not scared ya dick. Just feeling bad for you.�
“Oh, why’s that?� The man smirked and bent over so that he was eye level with Dean.
Dean slowly raised his face, the fire in his chest so hot he could barely hold on for much longer. The mans jaw fell open and he stumbled back as he saw Dean face contorted in a snarl.
“Cause you're about to die.�

*incidental music*

Dean glanced back nervously every few seconds at Sam, making sure he was still ok. He could hear his heart beating, freaky as that was, but it let him know he was still ok.
Victoria had seemed sincere, he had gotten a good vibe off the girl. Plus she was kinda hot.
Dean turned his mind back to driving as he entered town and caught sight of a motel. He pulled in and hurried to the window to get a room.
The women gave him a hard time about some things, but with a quick very animal like snarl she handed him the key with terror in her eyes. Victoria came up behind him with a smirk.
“Nice job.�
“b**** deserved it.� He whispered to her as he passed on his way back to the Impala.
He opened the door and sighed in relief as Sam seemed to be coming to.
“Damn Sammy, you trying to give me a heart attack here?� Dean laughed nervously as Sam opened his heavy eyes and looked at him in a daze.
“What…hap…happened?� Sam croaked his throat dry and rasped from exhaustion.
“You fainted like a little girl and I hauled your ass back to the car.�
“Oh…how come it wasn’t a giant wolf driving the Impala?� Sam hissed as he slid out and Dean grabbed him to give support.
“Victoria helped me out, don’t worry bout it now lets just get you inside and patch ya up, k?�
Sam nodded with closed eyes and opened them, as they entered the building he gave Dean an odd look who returned it with a raised brow.
“What?�
“You make one hell of a werewolf.�
Dean chuckled and nodded, opening the door he flicked on the lights and led Sam to the twin bed. He collapsed on it with a sigh, all he want to do was friggin’ sleep.
“No sleep yet Sammy, we gotta fix you up first.� Dean pulled out the first aid kit and kneeled beside Sam, his brow knit in worry.
Sam forced himself into the sitting position and pulled off his shirt. Dean grimaced at what laid beneath the fabric, his skin was covered in black, blue, green and yellow bruises. The cuts had a thin scab starting to form, but some still oozed and seeped crimson blood. Sam looked at Dean with half closed eyes and a heavy expression.
“Gonna just sit there all day or clean the damn wounds?�
He chuckled and got to work, Sam was tired and pissed, he just wanted to sleep and Dean would be glad to oblige. He dabbed the cuts with peroxide, causing bubbling and foaming and many gasps and hisses from Sam. After he finished cleaning he began bandaging with gauze and medical tape, half way through a knock on the door called his attention.
“Come in.� He said not taking his gaze away from the bandage he was placing on Sams shoulder.
He heard the door open and Victoria enter, she came up beside him and made a pain face.
“That sucks out loud.�
Sam nodded and rolled his eyes in pain as Dean placed ice on his wrist.
“Your finished for now Sam, we’ll wrap that wrist in the morning but just get some sleep for now.�
Sam nodded and fell back on the bed, relief washing over his tired body, within’ minutes he was fast asleep.
Dean and Victoria sat at the small table in awkward silence. Dean shifted uncomfortably and looked up at the ceiling while she picked at her nail.
“So…you’re a werewolf.� Dean finally broke the silence with a horrible ic breaker.
“I prefer Loup Garou.�
“Oh, sorry…whats that mean?�
“It means werewolf in French, sounds nicer though.�
“Oh, I see.�
“Yep.�
…
This was going to be a long night.

Dean had thought fast food would be just fine, but Victoria insisted on going into the Grocery Store instead, good thing it was open twenty four seven. It was three in the morning and they were in the raw meat aisle loading up a cart full of burgers, steak, pork, bacon, chicken and other meats. The lone drunk that was wondering the store couldn’t help but stop and stare, Dean sent him a low growl that rumbled deep in his chest and sent the guy stumbling away. Victoria chuckled at that and watched Dean with curious eyes as he gave the cart a push toward the donut aisle, he needed to get Sam somethin’.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you and Sam get into hunting?�
The question caught Dean off guard and he sucked in a quick breath of surprise.
“Sorry, if you’d rather not…� Victoria could sense his tension.
“No, it’s alright…Our mother was killed by a demon when we were young, our dad figured out what it was and started hunting the things that go bump in the night. Sam and I went everywhere with him, he taught us everything we know…�The memories of his father made his gut clench in guilt, he probably would have shot Dean as soon as he had been bit.
“He still hunt, or just send you two on jobs?�
“He uh, passed away a few months ago.� Dean wouldn’t meet Victorias face as it fell in sorrow and guilt, he hated when people did that.
“I’m so sorry…�
“It’s alright. How bout your family, do they know…� He let her finish the sentence, she shook her head no and gave a bitter laugh.
“My mother and I were never close, I was her complete opposite and she hated it. As soon as I turned eighteen I hit the road and have never looked back. I’ve pretty much always been a lone wolf…no pun intended.� She smirked and Dean gave her a warm smile.
They paid for their purchases and headed back to the motel, Deans stomach protesting at being only able to smell the delicious meat instead of it.
Lugging the bags into the room took minimum time considering Deans hungry drive. He quickly placed to steaks on the stove and eagerly awaited them to cook. He had almost eaten them raw, but he just couldn’t allow himself to do it. As the meat sizzle and cracked Victoria and him sat back down, the sun now beginning to peak over the trees outside.
“So, what else can you tell me about…being what we are. I mean, the only werewolves I’ve met aren’t like this because the completely loose their minds when the moon is full.� Dean looked at her and she shrugged lightly as she thought.
“Well from what I’ve discovered we are an ancient breed that was thought to be extinct. The other type is more often referred to a Lycanthropy because it affects the mind. We on the other hand have the affect on the body, less on the mind. We also have the option of changing whenever we like, but the full moon usually triggers the first time or pushes you to shift. Also means we have a harder time controlling it, like when we’re angry or upset it can trigger.� She met his eyes and he nodded in agreement.
“What about the sense, the strength? I mean how does that remain even when were in human form?� Dean wanted to know more know, it was like a question switch had just flipped.
“We aren’t human any more so it carriers over into both forms.�
“What about weaknesses, I mean beside silver?�
“Wolfsbane, I actually smelled a hint of it back in the woods, were you affected at all?� she raised an eyebrow as Deans jaw fell open in realization.
“THAT was the stuff that knocked me out! It was like I was breathing in putrid smoke, friggin’ gross…� Dean shivered at the memory.
“Probably enhanced by the demonic presence as well, your lucky to be ok.� She rose and pulled their steaks of the stove, she put them on plates but greabbed no forks. He gave her a questioning look and she gave him a bright smile.
“Honey, I don’t do forks.� She took a large bite into her steak and Dean just chuckled.
“Me neither.�
He chomped into his, savoring the delicious juices that flowed from it and the thick meat that slightly filled his stomach. It was gone in less then two minutes.
“I’m still hungry.�
“I’m not surprised.� Victoria had finished hers as well and was eyeing the fridge but then returned her gaze to Dean.
“Well I dunno bout you but I’m beat, gonna head off to bed and get a few hours of sleep. I’ll see you guys later on though?� She rose and headed for the door, looking back for Deans answer.
“You got it, night Victoria.� He gave her a nod and she returned it with a soft smile.
“Night Dean.�
Dean watched her go and sighed as he realized just how tired he was. Thoughts and concerns rolled in his mind but he was too exhausted to care. Removing his jeans and shirt he collapsed on the bed next to Sam. Kid was still out cold, poor guy was gonna be hurtin’ this afternoon.
He felt the wolf stir in him as he watch Sam, it wanted to protect him as well, would kill anything that tried to harm his little brother.
“Well at least we agree on one thing.�

lol, i love how you've captured the characters so well.

Another good one people should reread.