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Zack paced the cave worriedly, every now and then checking his watch. Yvette and Luther should have returned home an hour ago. He had told them not to fool around with this hunt. It was too important, their pray more dangerous then what they usually faced.
He glance back at the two young boys lying tied up against the far end of the cave. Thankfully the younger one was still unconscious, slumped against his older brother's shoulder. The brother however had been awake and alert for the past half hour, his green eyes following Zack's route around the cave. The kid's stare was starting to get unnerving.
With a wince Zack turned away, facing instead the open mouth of the cave were Kitty, the youngest of his family, now stood. In her wolf form she wasn't all that impressive, small and gray with paws and ears too big for her body. She looked more like an over sized puppy then a werewolf. When she caught Zack's eye she wagged her tail and entered the cave, changing into a human as she did so.
Before long a young woman in her early twenties with mousey brown hair and eyes stood naked in front of them. Zack couldn't help but look back to see how the kid took it. He smiled when he saw the boy's green eyes widen in surprise and horror and without thinking about it he instantly moved in closer to his brother. Zack turned back to Kitty to see she was also smiling.
Nodding to the boys she threw on some clothes "Guess they didn't realize what we were, huh?"
"No. They were both unconscious when they were brought here."
Kitty licked her lips as she studied them "God, they look delicious, don't they?" She moved forward, hunger plain on her face.
"Kitty," Zack growled. "They're not our usual pray. We need them to get the hunter here."
Kitty pouted "I know but I just want one little bite. I haven't eaten in two days. I won't kill them."
Zack shook his. "No."
"Why not. It's not like we're giving them back to their dad anyway! You said we were going to kill them once he got here. What's it matter if we rough his sons up a little?"
Zack growled again, this time the reverberation from deep in his throat sounding more like a wolf . "You don't know John Winchester like I do. He's extremely protective of his young. I don't mind messing with them a little. In fact, John seeing his kids hurt might work in our favor."
"So why can't I have fun with them now?"
"Because you tend to go a little overboard. And John seeing his kids hurt is one thing. But dead? The man will go ballistic. He won't rest until the whole pack is dead."
Kitty shrugged indifferently. "So what? There are four of us and only one of him. Plus he's human, he won't be a problem."
From behind them the older boy, Dean, snorted. "Yeah, you just keep thinking that bitch." He snapped, speaking up for the first time since his capture. At the sound of his voice his brother, Sam, stirred restlessly against his shoulder, starting to wake up. "Shh. Easy Sammy." He whispered before turning back to the two werewolves.
"My dad and I are so going to kick your asses for this."
"Yeah?" Kitty sneered "How? You're still tied up and your daddy doesn't know where the hell you are."
"Speaking of which," Zack muttered "Where are Yvette and Luther? They should be back by now with word on John's progress."
Kitty shrugged. "I haven't heard from them but that doesn't really mean anything. Luther likes to make sure the scouting part of the job is done right. He's not going to come back until he's sure he knows everything he needs to."
"True. But Yvette is hardly that careful. I'd have thought they'd be back by now."
"Should I go out and look for them?"
"No. I will. The last thing I need is for my entire pack to go missing on me. You stay here and make sure nothing happens to those two."
Kitty nodded, the hunger from earlier already starting to reappear on her face. "Yeah, sure. I can do that."
"And Kitty?"
"Yeah?"
"If I come back and find either one of those boys with so much as a scratch you're going to regret it. Understand me?"
Kitty swallowed. She remembered the last time someone in the pack had dared to disrespect Zack. The old second in command, Bryson, hadn't liked the way Zack hunted, tortured and killed the pack's pray. One day Zack decided he wanted to hunt something a little more fun; he wanted human meat. Bryson hadn't liked the idea and tried to talk Zack out of it. By the time Zach was finished with Bryson the older wolf was a mangled twisted corpse left to rot in the forest. Since then, no one in the pack disobeyed their alpha.
"Yeah, no problem, Zack. They'll be perfectly safe with me."
Zack nodded and without a word stripped right in front of them before changing into a big, reddish brown wolf and running off.
Inside the cave both Kitty and Dean were silent for a few seconds. "Well," Dean started "That was certainly more of Zack then I ever wanted to see."
Kitty rolled her eyes and snarled at the young hunter. "It would be best for you and your brother if the two of you just sat back there quietly and didn't bug me too much."
"Or you'll do what exactly? You heard the man; he said not to hurt either of us. And it seemed to me Zackie wouldn't take too kindly to his orders being disobeyed."
Kitty sighed "I don't need to put up with this. I'll be just outside so don't even think about trying to escape." She hit Dean with one last hard glare before turning around and leaving the cave.
"Wow, not exactly the most social people I've ever meant." Dean muttered. Dean's eyes wandered over the cave searching for a way out other than the obvious front entrance. But no such luck. The cave was solid and from where Dean sat there wasn't a way out. Dean sighed and slumped back.
"Dean?" A soft voice asked. Dean glanced down at his younger brother and saw Sam's blue green eyes blinking sluggishly up and him.
Dean smiled widely, more than a little relieved that his brother was finally awake. "Hey Sammy. How ya doin' kiddo?"
"Dean? Where are we?" The seventeen year old looked around them confused and still mostly out of it.
"Don't you remember?"
Sam frowned thoughtfully, trying to think back. All he could remember was going to sleep in their motel room while Dean and Dad discussed the hunt Dad was on at the moment. After a moment, he shook his head and looked up at his brother. "No. Not really. Just that Dad was hunting a werewolf."
"Yeah, try four werewolves there, bro."
Sam's eyes widened "Really?"
"Yep, and surprisingly they're not the friendliest people I ever met."
"Well what do you expect. They're werewolves, Dean."
Dean grinned again. "True but I think the young one has a thing for me. Called me delicious."
Sam rolled his eyes, fighting a smile as he gently pushed away from Dean to lean against the wall. "Somehow, I don't think that was what she had in mind."
"Believe what you want Sammy but I'm telling you. Five minutes alone with her and we'd be walking out of here no problem."
"Yeah whatever, I didn't know werewolves traveled in packs." Sam muttered changing the subject to one more pressing then his brother's supposed chance of getting with a werewolf.
Dean shrugged, not all concerned with the surprise. This wasn't the first time patterns and actions of monsters didn't fit the legend. "Didn't think they could change at will either but, hey, they did that to."
"They did? Huh, wonder what else they can do?"
Dean grinned and Sam got the feeling he was thinking about the female werewolf again. Frustrated with his brother's gutter mind, Sam elbowed him as well as he could with his hands tied behind his back.
"Ouch!"
"That didn't hurt! Now focus, we kind of have a problem here. Dad is out there with not one but four werewolves and we still don't know why they kidnapped us or…"
"Oh right, I think I know why they took us." Dean interrupted, his voice sounding like it was no big deal. Sam's eyes jumped to his brother's face, mouth opened to lecture but then he realized that Dean was worried. His brother always acted like things were no big deal when in reality they were. And if Dean was worried then things were bad.
"What is it?"
Dean hesitated but then nodded "We're bait."
"For dad?"
At Dean's nod Sam slumped back against the wall and closed his eyes. Things were bad, real bad and Sam just wanted to get the hell out of this crap hole cave. His head was still pounding from the apparent hit he had received and after getting safely home the thing he wanted most was sleep.
"Hey hey hey! Sammy wake up! Come on little brother. Stay awake!" Sam opened his eyes to see Dean leaning forward so he could see his face. Sam frowned a little at the concerned expression on Dean' face.
"Why?"
"Dude, you got hit on the head!"
"Yeah like a few hours ago, I think if I was going to slip into a coma it would have already happened."
"Shut-up. How many fingers am I holding up?"
"You just told me to shut-up."
"Sam! Fingers now!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? Your hands are tied behind your back."
"Alright fine, bitch, what's your name?"
"Dean…"
"That's my name."
Sam sighed. "Sam."
"Sam what."
"Really?"
Dean raised his eyebrows apparently not amused by his younger brother's antics. "Sam."
"Fine, Winchester. Sam Winchester."
"Alright last question. How old are you?"
"Seven."
"Don't make me beat you."
"Well that's how you're treating me." Sam sighed again "Seventeen. I'm seventeen. Happy now?"
Dean didn't answer, just sat back against the wall content for now that his little brother wasn't going to pass out on him any time soon. Sam might act annoyed but the bickering had helped him wake up a little more and Dean could already tell that his eyes were brighter than they had been.
Sam meanwhile did what Dean had a little while ago. He searched the cave with his eyes trying to find a way out. Like Dean, he came up with nothing that could be used as another exit. He did however notice a sharp rock lying on the other side of Dean. He elbowed his brother gently and nodded over at the rock. Dean glanced over and grinned.
"Well how the hell did I miss that?"
"You were focusing too much on that girl werewolf and not enough on getting out of here?" Sam guessed.
"Shut-up." Dean said in a good natured voice. He was already scooting over toward the rock. Grunting and cursing, Dean struggled to get his hands around the rock and saw through the rope. Sam kept one eye on the cave entrance and one on his brother. Dean caught his eye and winked at him. Sam grinned and rolled his eyes.
From outside the cave came the sound of someone speaking in a loud angry voice. Sam and Dean shared a surprised, worried look before turning back to the entrance. Two seconds later, Zack came storming into the cave his face stormy. Kitty and a tall bald man Dean hadn't seen yet followed.
Without thinking about it Dean slid back over so that Sam was between him and the back wall. For a split second Dean thought Zack was going to attack them but the older man turned at the last moment to face his two lackeys who cowarded in front of them.
Kitty actually had tears in her eyes. The man faced Zack head on but there was fear in his eyes and Dean thought he looked like he was about to run the first chance he got.
"How did it happen?" Zack hissed. The man hesitated "Luther! What the hell happened out there? All the two of you were supposed to do was make it clear that he met us here at midnight if he wanted his boys. How did that become a huge fight?"
Luther shrugged helplessly and dropped his head. "I don't know! He wasn't happy to hear that his son's were taken by a pack of wolves…"
"Oh really? I thought he would be thrilled!"
"He demanded they be brought back then or he'd come after the whole pack. Yvette laughed and said something along the lines of how much she would enjoy the taste of his boys, especially the youngest…"
Zack groaned. That was the last thing she should have said to John Winchester. From behind Dean, Sam gulped slightly hoping this meant his dad killed her. Yvette did not sound like someone he wanted to meet. Dean pushed back a little so his back was pressed against Sam's knees, silently offering support.
"So what," Zack hissed "She jokes around and the son of a bitch just decides to shoot her?" Zack went back to pacing, muttering under his breath the whole time. "Should have known not to stick around when John showed up. Bastard always caused trouble…" Zack stopped in front of Sam and Dean. He studied both of them with narrowed eyes before suddenly grinning. "Luther untie the youngest." He demanded stepping back.
"Wait, what!" Dean demanded pushing closer to Sam. "Hey, keep the hell away from him!" Dean snapped trying to keep himself between Sam and the werewolf.
Luther pushed him hard to one side so he could reach down and roughly pull Sam to his feet. Once up, he was slammed against the wall and Luther quickly cut him loose before letting go.
Dean struggled harder against his restraints, trying to get to his brother. "You touch him and I swear to God…"
Zack ignored him, grinning as he stepped forward. Sam stumbled back from the man, stopping when he hit the back of the cave. Panicked, Sam tried to dart past him. But Zack saw him move and quickly caught him, throwing him roughly against the jagged cave wall.
Seeing his brother fall, Dean started twisting his wrists, trying desperately to get his hands free. It didn't matter that he was going to rub his wrists raw. He just had to get loose.
Both boys watched as the man before them became a large black wolf.
"Shit, Sammy, move!" Dean snapped struggling harder against his bonds. The ropes broke just as Zack crouched and leapt at Sam. Jumping to his feet, Dean tried to grab his brother but something small and muscular collided with his side and slammed him into the wall. He looked to his right and found himself looking at the small brown wolf he knew was Kitty.
Not sure exactly how to fight a wolf, especially with no silver, the hunter lashed out with his foot, kicking at the canine before him. He let a satisfied smirk fall onto his lips when he heard Kitty yelp. With a final spin kick to the side of her elongated head, Dean managed to knock Kitty out and her limp body fell to the cave floor.
Dean turned, expecting to find Luther, the Mr. Clean wannabe, but found that the large man was nowhere to be found. He quickly turned toward Sam and Zack and visibly paled at the sight of blood surrounding his little brother.
"Sammy!"
He charged at the large black wolf that currently had teeth and claws in his baby brother's stomach. He ignored the snarling and the weight of those disturbing ember eyes as he tackled one hundred pounds of fur to the ground. Zack was quick to get back on all fours, but Dean wasn't far behind him.
He had no clue what he was doing. Every shove, punch and kick was fueled by the rush of adrenaline and the desperate need to save Sam. But he was quickly running out steam. And both man and wolf knew it.
Every time Dean would get Zack away from him, the wolf would come back stronger. Somehow, Dean was managing not to get too badly injured. But, when he let Sam's groans distract him, that string of luck ended.
He hissed when he finally felt claws dig into his leg. The sudden warmth that spread across his leg and the familiar trickle of blood caused him to look down at his injured thigh and calf.
And that was the only opening that Zack needed. He backed up a few feet and lunged, teeth clamping around the muscle of Dean's shoulder.
The young man's agonizing scream filled the small confines of the rock room as he and the wolf tumbled to the ground.
Desperate to get the mutt's snout out of his body, away from his bone, Dean reached out with both hands. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but his fervor to find it was doubled, tripled, when he felt a puddle of warm, sticky blood too far away to be his own.
His hand finally collided with something sharp, multiple tingles shooting through his palm, and he found that his hand was in the middle of a pile of jagged gravel. Grabbing a handful of the deadly pebbles, Dean shoved them into the wolves face. He instantly felt Zack's jaw loosen around his shoulder when the debris invaded his firelight eyes.
Taking the chance he'd been given, Dean heaved Zack off of him with all the strength he had left, finding comfort in the loud yowl that the wolf let out.
After the two had gotten off of their backs, they silently tended to their wounds, too shocked to do anything else.
"Zack!" Luther came bounding back into the cave, stopping a few feet from his leader. "We've got to get out of here." His voice lowered, fear evident in his tone. "We've got company."
Dean saw Zack's eyes widen, before he fought to his feet and tore out of the cave, Luther right on his haunches.
He looked at the door of the cave, dumbfounded. Why the hell had they just taken off like that.
"Dea… n."
His baby brother's strangled voice brought him back to his senses. Ignoring the fire in his shoulder that was burning away at muscle and flesh, Dean scrambled over to his brother's side.
Sam was ashen, a stark contrast to the dark substance surrounding his torso. Dean didn't even want to think about what that bastard's teeth had done to his brother's insides.
And when he heard footsteps outside, he knew that he didn't have the time to. All he could do was get Sam out. Dean didn't know why the wolves had left, but he couldn't take the chance that they had come back.
Grabbing Sam as gently as he could, Dean started making his way toward the only hole in the cave wall. The footsteps were only a couple of yards away but he knew that there was enough foliage to cover them.
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