Chapter One

Sam blinked. He took a deep breath. He let it out slowly. This would be the last absolute relaxed moment Sam will ever experience until he dies. He doesn't mind it though, mostly because he doesn't know this fact. If he did maybe he would have savored it longer. From this point on every time he falls asleep it will be from pure tiredness, every time he showers it's because he hasn't taken one in a few days, and every time he reads it will be for a hunt.

Sam looked over at Dean who had his feet propped up on the library table of the bunker fake reading a book; he was actually playing with the scar on his forearm. Dean traced it with his fingers, a disgusted look sat on his face. Sam cleared his throat not wanting Dean to remain focused on that nasty scar.

"Did you find something Sammy?" Dean asked looking up.

Sam panicked a little not knowing what to say. He glanced at his blank Google page then back at Dean. "Um, no maybe it's time we called Cas," Sam suggested thinking quick on his feet.

"Yeah okay, I mean it couldn't hurt to ask," Dean smiled liking the idea of talking to Cas.

"Then I'll do that," Sam said taking out his cheap phone.

"Hey look let me call him, I haven't talked to the guy in a while," Dean tried to say casually but it came out as more of a plea.

Sam smirked at Dean's eagerness and tossed him the phone. "I guess…"

A small victory smile grew on Dean's face as he dialed Cas' number. "Hey, have you or any of your angel friends found anything yet?" Dean asked.

Sam couldn't really hear what Cas was saying on the other side. But he could hear the deepness of the angel's voice.

"Yeah, I kinda figured, just though I should ask," Dean sighed. "But uh hey, how are you?"

"…"

"That's good… Me? I'm fine, yeah," Dean smirked they way he always did when Cas was on the other end of his phone call.

"…"

"You should stop by the bunker if you get a chance," Dean mentioned hopeful.

"…"

"Oh, you're that far away?"

"…"

"Yeah… no Cas it's fine just call if you find anything okay? Okay…"

"…"

"Yup see ya," Dean said hesitantly hanging up the phone. "So Cas didn't find anything…"

"Yeah I gathered, but hey we're getting close I feel it," Sam tried to encourage their hope. "Where has Cas found himself now?"

"Somewhere in California, far away from here," Dean sighed.

Sam just nodded and looked back down at his laptop. A police report popped up on his screen. He smiled wide at the program his friend Charlie had installed making his life so much easier. He scanned it and looked up at Dean who was back to fake reading his book.

"Hey," Sam caught Dean's attention, "Wanna take a break?"

"Yeah sure I'll make sandwiches and grab some beers," Dean nodded slamming his book closed and standing up.

"Not that kind of break Dean," Sam said scared of Dean's answer. "A police report popped up three men in the past four weeks have all been killed with their hearts removed, it's our kind of thing right?"

Dean sat back down opening his book and started reading, ignoring Sam.

"Look Dean…"

"No Sammy we aren't going down this road, some werewolf is not our top priority, getting rid of this God Damn mark is!" Dean explained anger rising in his voice. Dean had been dealing with this mark on his arm for a while now. Ever since Cain gave it to him to defeat Abaddon, his life has been a downward spiral. Becoming a demon again is the last thing he wants.

"Please Dean, we haven't been on a real hunt in months, this could be good for you," Sam tried to reason.

"The only thing that is good for me is making sure I don't turn into a filthy demon again. We don't have time for this Sammy!" Dean nearly yelled. "It's like you don't even care about this anymore!"

"It's because I care that I want you to do this, hunting will calm you down and refresh your system," Sam hesitated to say after a while.

Dean thought for a minute face scrunched up. "Fine," he said after a long moment of silence. "If killing a werewolf will get you back on track then let's kill a werewolf."

Sam raised his eyebrow surprised at Dean but nodding quickly to his cave in. "This will be good for you, you'll see," Sam said smiling.