AN: excuse the terrible attempt at typing a Scottish accent how it sounds.
This does follow after my other FF Five hours sleep, so if you haven't read that one read it first :]
Norman crouched behind the crate stack, clipping his gun open then closed again. He didn't have much ammo left; he hoped this wouldn't take much longer.
Tes drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, listening to a beat coming from a party somewhere down the road. She sighed, bored. How much longer would he be? Werewolves were pretty straight forward and he had taken his fair share of them. She suddenly heard a gunshot ring out, causing her to tense involuntarily. The door to the warehouse opened and out came Norman; occupied by something in his hands. He opened the passenger's door and slid in.
"Well?" she asked, curious "how'd it go?"
"Gave me a wee run around, but I got 'em" he said in a thick Scottish accent, holding up a cord necklace with a new bloody addition to the row of long canine teeth hanging from it. She pulled an impressed face.
"Not bad" she said, turning on the engine. She paused, staring out the window. Norman followed her gaze. There, in the warehouse doorway stood the werewolf.
"I thought you wasted it?" she said quietly, confused.
"ah' did" he said, remembering it fall with half its internal part now external. It snarled at them, a gap in its grin where Norman had taken his prize.
"Drive!" he said as it ran for them. She slammed down on the accelerator, tires spinning then propelling them towards the beast. The two contenders collided and sent the werewolf flying back with a yelp. Without a moment's pause she flipped the car into reverse and took them backwards, manoeuvring a turn and heading off the warehouse site.
"What the hell, Norman!" she shouted as they quickly sped away "that was most definitely not wasted!"
"I doent' know!" he shouted back "they've never done that before!"
"So what was it then? Some kind of freaky shifter?"
"Possibly. Something I've never seen before. We'll come back tomorrow" he said. She looked at him.
"Alone? If that thing can regenerate or something, we need more hands". He thought about it.
"Do yeh remember John wunchester?" he asked. She frowned.
"I was probably three when you last saw him knowing you, so no"
"He might know what to do. Ahl' give him a call".
AN: jus so you know; John is still dead, they just don't know it yet. you prolly guessed that anyway. merp