Brand new Were!Chester story, wooo! This one is angst filled, gory and full or brotherly love! Oh, and did I mention major Dean whumpage? Takes place in season 2, before Fresh Blood. Yeah, tons of fun, enjoy!
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What woke Dean Winchester was the throbbing pain pounding in his head like a rhythmic drum, it was then he realized he wished he had never woken up. Slowly he blinked his swollen eyes open, his own crimson blood burned his eyes, steadily dripping down from a large slash across his hairline.
He went to raise a hand up to the wound, but found them tightly bound, he gave a weak tug but it was no use against the metal restraints. He gazed at his surroundings, cringing at the hell hole he found himself in this fine evening, a wrecked barn that reeked of manure and death, wood rotting and old hay. The humid air was old and stale, the stenches it carried clinging to his nostrils. The place was literally falling apart around him, boards caving in and out every which way, paint peeling with age and old equipment seemingly rusted to the walls.
Dean sat in the center of what appeared to be some sort of work area, the floor cleaned up a bit so the concrete showed through the hay and some shiny new tools sat on a tray beside him. He cocked and eyebrow and groaned as he gazed over the collection, knives and drills and saws, all the fun tools of torture.
Dean closed his eyes as he tried to recall the fuzzy memories at what had brought him here, Sam and him had just killed some beasty down in New Orleans and were getting ready to go to the bar an celebrate, then nothing. His gut habitually clenched as he thought of Sam, was he okay? Was he hurt, or worse…?
He shook the thoughts away then hissed in pain as he did so, the searing pain returning more strongly this time. He looked around again in the moonlit barn, searching for any sign of human life, when none was visible he gave a frustrated sigh.
"Stopping bein' a god damn pussy and get your ass out here, I don't play games." Dean growled, he hated being toyed with.
He was surprised when a thin woman stepped from the shadows, she wore a pale blue form fitting dress that glittered in the moonlight that seeped through the broken roof. Her hair was long and red, thick curls falling to her waist, shining bright green eyes close to his own and skin that was sprinkled in freckles.
"I do though, Dean." Her voice was beautiful, he was taken aback by its power and almost sing song tone, and it's smooth as moonshine southern accent.
"Do what?" He asked with a narrowed brow, blood still trickling into his vision.
"Play games, sunny boy. It's a shame really, if you had simply let my mate and I be, none of this would have to happen." She sighed sorrowfully, taking an elegant step closer to the tray of torture equipment, carefully she picked up a knife, the long blade shined brightly like the glint in her eyes.
"Where the hell is Sam? What did you do to him?" Dean asked angrily.
"Sam wasn't the one who killed my mate, I just left him back at the motel, but he won't be waking up anytime soon…"
There was that word again, "mate", what the hell was she talking about? Dean wondered angrily.
"You're what? Mate? I didn't kill your friend sweetheart, I think you got the wrong guy." Dean replied easily, but he thought this may have been the first time he had actually been mistakenly kidnapped, ironic really.
"Oh, you hunters, think you know everything, to bad not even those obsessed with the supernatural still don't know all the secrets the world holds." She looked away from the blade and met his eyes, they seemed to glow in the night, burning into his so deeply it made him uncomfortable.
"The "monster" you killed tonight was fiancée. He did nothing wrong and you just pumped him full of silver like a true murderer." Tears brimmed her bright eyes and the memory of what they were hunting returned to Dean, the legendary southern beast, the Loup Garou.
None had been sited for a near hundred years, so when reports started showing up of people getting there hearts ripped out in and near New Orleans, Sam and Dean knew they were dealing with a werewolf. Only they hadn't realized it was a true Loup Garou, an ancient breed that shifted into a true half wolf when the moon was full.
"Did nothing wrong? You consider ripping the hearts out of innocent people okay? I don't think so sugar." Dean grunted, sneering at her in disgust.
A small smile crept to her face and she shook her head in shame.
"Did you ever look into the victims? See who they really were?" She stepped closer, suddenly her face right in his, red hair brushing his face and those green eyes piercing him like daggers.
"Wh-what?" Dean stammered, taken aback by her actions.
She stepped back and began to circle him slowly, like a predator cornering its prey, she leaned on a old work table near by and picked up an rugged notebook.
"George Reeds, he spent years in jail for child molestation only to be released on parole last spring, but you know how old habits die hard for some… Tyler Blue, put in jail last year for beating the hell out of his wife, well, she went missing a few weeks ago, but supposedly he was with friends… Ryan Smith, released on good behavior and for giving information, he worked in professional crime, and as soon as he was out, old boss is mysteriously killed and he's the new leader. What's he do with this? Sends a team to kill the FBI agent who put him in, setting fire to his house with wife and kids inside. No one survived."
Her eyes flashed up from the page she had been reading from, meeting Dean's gaze.
"So, tell me Dean Winchester, was it wrong of Derek to kill those men?"
Dean was reeling from the information, every single name was that of a victim over the past few months, and all apparently had been horrible people.
"You're lying." He whispered, eyes locking onto hers, the dark look she returned scaring the hell out of him.
"You know I'm not. You were wrong, Winchester, you killed an innocent man." She growled, once again approaching him.
He glared up at her, gut twisting in nervousness at her presence, at the wonder of where the hell Sam was, and about what was going to happen to him.
"He was a monster. A freak. When I saw him he wasn't human, he was ripping out hearts with claws and fangs, and that qualifies as killable to me." Dean growled coldly.
She sneered down at him, anger growing on her serene face, with a quick strike she sent a slap across his face. Dean hissed as it stung and he felt fresh blood flow from four new gashes. He looked down and saw long white claws in place of fingernails.
"He was Loup Garou, we must feed on hearts to survive, we know it is wrong to kill, and we made the effort to try and do good with it! We are an ancient breed, proud and righteous, rarely found and hunted because we are smarter then the actual evil creatures out there! But you had to come in on your high horse, thinking your every act is just, and kill him! When a Loup Garou mates it's for life, and now he's gone…" Her voice rose until she began to sob, tears streaming down her pale face, and for a moment Dean felt sympathetic.
She turned away, not wanting him to see the weakness she had suddenly tumbled into. Memories of her lover flashed in her mind, she could almost smell his scent and his voice spoke to her in that always calm and loving tone, she could almost feel his touch as he told her what to do.
"Don't do this Lily, don't kill him… it's not our way… show him, show him our ways…"
Her sobbing quickly stopped and her eyes locked with the full moon. He was right, why kill this hunter with knives and weapons like some mere human, when she could truly torture him…
"Change of plans, Dean." She snapped around and made him jump in surprise.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asked, eyes flashing about, where the hell was Sam?!
"Don't worry, you'll get a head start." She whispered as she stepped up next to him.
She slowly leaned down next to him, fingers trailing his face as she smiled softly. He flinched away, his eyes hard and angry.
"What are you doing?" He growled out again.
She leaned in and kissed him with soft lips on the cheek.
"That's not the only kiss you will get tonight Dean." Her smile broadened as she easily yanked off his restraints and stepped back.
Dean fumbled away, kicking his chair awkwardly and eyeing her wearily, his body was killing him as he realized his injuries were worse then he thought.
"Better run Dean." She growled, voice deeper, fangs suddenly lengthening.
"Aww, hell…" he groaned loudly as he grabbed a blade off the table and began to run toward the closed door as she quickly shifted from woman to beast.
He pulled up the latch and gave a shove on the thick wood doors, but they refused to move.
"Damn it! Come on! Come on!" He shoved again with his good shoulder, pain shooting through his sore body as he did so.
He looked back and saw something straight out of a nightmare. Where a beautiful woman had once stood, was now occupied by a beast. Tall with lean muscles and a mostly human upper body standing on digit grade legs, a snarling wolf head, blazing red and white fur, long white claws like knives protruding from a cross of hands and paws. She was all the pride and glory that was the Loup Garou and with a wicked grin she began to stalk toward him.
With a final shove the doors gave and he burst out into the humid southern summer night. He looked around and saw only swamp and woods every which way, only a small path snaking through the willows and roots. He sprinted full speed down it, knowing damn well he couldn't out run the thing, but he had to do something while he planned.
Shadows danced before him, making him doubt his steps as he was unsure if he was stepping in holes or flat ground, roots sprang up every which way and mud slicked the footing beneath him. Pain shot through a leg he knew was badly sprained with every pounding step, his head throbbed and Dean prayed to someone he could just make it out of this alive.
The sound of panting reached his ears and he cursed as he realized just how damn close she was, he pushed himself faster and heard a growlish laugh echo in the bayou. It was then he knew he was screwed.
A car seemed to hit him as she slammed into him in a tackle, he heard his bones snap and joints pop as they tumbled onto the beaten path. She grabbed him roughly, pinning his shoulders to the ground and knocking the knife from his hand as she straddled him beneath her mass and lowered her snapping muzzle mere centimeters from his nose.
Dean cursed as he knew he was a dead man, he felt a surge of misery and panic as he thought of Sam, his life, and how he was going out. He glared at this thing in pure rage, he may have taken away a part of her family, but why should she so hatefully return the favor?
"Do it, bitch, kill me, proves you're nothing but a damn monster." He gasped, the pain in his body so bad he wished she would just rip his heart out already.
The snapping seized and she drew back a bit, tucking her muzzle so her eyes burned into his once again. Those brilliant green eyes glowed in the night, shimmering in the pale moonlight Dean found himself drowning in them, when suddenly they flashed with rage and a fang filled muzzle was tearing into his neck and chest.
Hot, searing pain shot through his body as teeth tore through muscles, windpipe and collar bone. The wolf shook her head viciously and Dean felt and heard the ripping apart of his own body. He felt tears brim his eyes, he couldn't breath, he knew he was dying, drowning in his own blood when suddenly she recoiled and glared down at him with a bloody muzzle.
"I wouldn't kill you for revenge Dean, I'd do something much worse." That beautiful voice drifted through his mind.
A sudden shout made the wolf raise her head, a shot rang through the night and a bullet hole smoked between her eyes, as she collapsed dead beside him.
Dean felt the world slipping away, darkness started to enclose him as he heard the screaming echo of his brothers voice calling his name…
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Does this cliffy make me evil? Yeah, probably. ;D Reviews and feedback always welcomed and appreciated! :)
Oh, and much Sammy angst, worry and sobbage in the next chapter!