"Please s-stop..." He begged, his dark brown eyes filled with tears-looking closely you could see he was blind in his left eye. But that didn't matter. He raised his hands up to cover his face, squeezing his eyes shut. "P-Please don't h-hurt me. I-I was only looking for f-food..." He whimpered, backing up against the brick building. The poor man was caught between two brick buildings; and a very angry shop-owner. Who didn't take kindly to stealing and seemed not to care if someone was starving to death.

The shop owner-an older man with dark grey hair, almost black. His hair slicked back with some type of hair gel-sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his hands were stained with blood. Animal blood in fact. He was a butcher. Shaking his head he turned around, "I don't like it when people steal from me. I'm trying to make a living, not trying to lure every fucking homeless person to my shop. Got that?" He snapped, growling at the homeless man. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles had turned white. The homeless man nodded. "Now get! Get you stupid piece of trash!" He shooed the man away, glaring. The man scrambled to his feet hurrying off down the alleyway and disappeared around the corner.

The butcher sighed significantly; treading back through the back door. He slammed it, turning around to his produce. A frown plastered on his face. "Stupid damn hobos.." He cursed, picking up a steak knife. He angrily stabbed it into the first piece of meat he had saw. Which happened to be a human skull. He knew they weren't regular hobos-they were werewolves. Werewolves that had no pack and had no experience hunting. And he wasn't going to help them. No, the last time he had helped a stray mutt it stuck around and attacked him when he wouldn't feed him.

He pulled the blade out watching the Crimson liquid drip onto the metal tray. "Hmm it seems I may need to get more produce," He smirked evilly, "Time to go shopping."

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This case was all to familiar, people going missing. Sometimes pets, such as dogs and bigger animals like ponies. Both Winchesters agreed to stick together; not wanting to become someone's dinner or appetizer. But didn't they only eat animals? Well they didn't know so it was a good idea to stick together.

The two brothers sat in the front seat of the impala, Sam reading on his laptop. Probably looking up something about the case. While Dean was sitting beside him happily eating a burger, his glowing Emerald eyes flickered over to his little brother. "Dude, you sure you're not hungry?" He arched an eyebrow offering his other burger to sam. Sam shook his head-not taking his eyes off the screen-he pushed the burger away. Dean sighed, "Come on, Sammy. It's been almost two days since you've eaten a full meal. You gotta eat something." He frowned offering the burger to him again.

"I'm good," Sam replied, still not reading his eyes off the screen. He suddenly looked up, "Hey get this, three people have gone missing in a small town in Ohio. All were last seen walking downtown by the library. Not only that, there have been strange disappearances of animals." He stopped gazing at his brother; rolling his eyes he pushed the burger away again.

"I'm not gonna listen until you eat," Dean smirked, not moving his hand. He kept the burger in the air waving it in front of Sam's face. The youngest Winchester slapped his hand away, knocking the burger out of his grip. He smugly looked at him. "Not gonna listen." Dean promptly took another bite of his food. Holding the burger up once again.

"If you don't stop I'm going to poison your pie," Sam blinked, growing irritated. He stared at his brother waiting for his reply. When Dean dropped his foot and leaned over trying to shove a fry down his throat, "You jerk! Stop it!" Sam exclaimed pushing Dean away.

"Aww come on you're not allergic to salt, just eat it. I'll shove it down your throat." Dean grinned playfully.

"Jerk," Sam scoffed.

"Bitch." The eldest Winchester chuckled-his burger in one hand -he threw the car in drive then began steering with his free hand. "This whole looking after one another would work a whole lot better if you would listen. Like eating, eating is important. And drinking, not my type of drinking but water and juice or whatever. When was the last time you drank something, Sam?" He inquired concerned about his little brother.

"I-I...it doesn't matter. I'm fine, Dean. I'm not dying, okay?" He looked over at his brother noticing how his jaw clenched at the choice of his words. He couldn't take his eyes off Dean's jaw, it wasn't until Dean spoke up he finally snapped out of it.

"You know how I am. I'm worried about you, Sam. You need to at least take a bite of burger or something. It's my job to look after you." He sighed, raising an eyebrow at Sam. He noted how sam was gazing at him but said nothing, "Alright we're about two minutes away from the motel. Once we're there why don't we order something. I'll let you pick." He smiled playfully punching his brother's arm. Sam shook his head rolling his eyes, turning his gaze out the window. Watching buildings and people fly by-was it cannibalism again? The thought made him shiver. How could someone eat another human being?

The Youngest Winchester suddenly turned to Dean, "You can go ahead and order whatever. Surprise me." He smiled as they pulled into the parking lot in front of the motel. He gathered his laptop, charger and the cell phones heading to rent a room out. Dean opened his mouth to say something but Sam had already scurried off to the front desk. He huffed climbing out of the driver seat, slamming the door. Kind of aggravated with everything's that's been happening.

Silently he flipped through the keys finding the one that opened the trunk and opened it up-grabbing the duffle bag he froze. His Emerald eyes moving to the amulet lying between the salt and his homemade EMF reader. A frown plastered on his lips-his eyes glued to the object. After he had thrown the necklace out he went back for it. It was after sam was asleep; he felt bad for throwing it out and he knew he couldn't leave it. So he went back, snatching it out of the garbage.

"I'm worried about you Sam..." Dean breathed picking up the amulet, it dangled from his fingers.

"Hey, you coming?" Sam came walking around the corner, his hands empty. His eyebrows were knitted like he was suspecting Dean of doing something he shouldn't be. Dean nodded quickly shoving the amulet in his jeans pocket. He shut the trunk and walked to their room-Room 204. Sam came to a stop waiting for his brother to catch up, once he did he handed Dean their room key. "They said the TV might not work, I guess it's not a big deal."

"Great," Dean huffed, frowning. He unlocked the door kicking it open, making his way inside he threw his things down onto the bed.

"It was either this room with a half working TV or the room with bad piping." Sam pipped in shutting the door behind him. "Remember the last room we took up, had spiders. Those Nasty buggers wouldn't stay away from the bag." He chuckled plopping down on the bed.

"Yeah, yeah I remember. It's not like I could forget that easily. It was only a month ago," The eldest winchester let out a long sigh before pausing, "So this case, what all do you know?"

"Only a little, nothing big or extraordinary. Three people go missing around the same location, animals go missing. Parts of them could be found in dumpsters around the city. But other than that I got nothing." Sam huffed catching his breath finally, throwing himself back into the not-so-homey-bed.

"Werewolf maybe?" Dean arched an eyebrow in interest.

"Werewolves don't take the whole person, they eat the heart. I've never heard of one taking a whole person. Animals going missing makes sense." Dean nodded in agreement watching his younger brother, his jaw clenched with the sudden urge of running his hand across Sam's chest just to see what it would feel like.

"Guess so. Anyways I'm going to grab a couple Z's then we can order some food." He spoke up, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright, don't sleep too long I might just have to take the impala out for a spin." He joked chuckling.