Thank you to ChamberlinofMusic for her help. If you this this is good it's only because of her help but remember she only had my raw material to work with and making art with crayons isn't easy.
Thank you to Shadowglove for letting me play with HER idea. (loved the idea so much I wanted to play in her sandbox)
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Mine
He had been on edge all day. The full moon wasn't for two more weeks. He should easily be able to control the wolf. He shouldn't have to remind himself to go slow. To control his movement. He could see that people had noticed something. They stared just a little too long. They knew something was off. He watched as a mother held her child a little closer and crossed the street, just so she wouldn't have to pass next to him.
"Dude what is your problem?"
Sam turned towards his brother and pulled his lips back in a snarl.
"Did you seriously just growl at me? I repeat. What is your problem Sammy?"
"Sorry. I don't know."
"Full moon isn't for days."
"You think I don't know when the full moon is Dean?" Sam's anger was evident in his tone.
"Sam, calm down. We've been dealing with this for a while now, if there is something new we'll figure it out."
"I know Dean. It's just that I feel it. Struggling to break free." Sam snarled again. His hands involuntarily curling into fists.
"Alright look. You're scaring the locals. Head back to the motel and get with the research. I'll get the rest of the goods on Casper the Unfriendly Ghost." Dean tossed his brother the keys to the room and watched as he walked away. He cursed under his breath. He thought they finally had this crap under control.
It had been almost a year since Madison had turned Sam. They had survived eleven full moons and it was getting to the point where Sam's "extra" abilities were actually coming in handy in their hunts. Sure they were at the mercy of the moon but other than the three days a month when Sam had to be confined for his own safety it was business as usual.
Until yesterday when they got into town. Snarling and sniffing and basically just acting like an animal. If Dean didn't know better he would have thought the full moon was tomorrow. Truth was he was freaked out. Sam was stronger and faster now that he was infected. Dean would never admit it out loud but he wasn't sure he could stop Sam. If it ever came to that.
Hopefully Sam would find something in his research. Pushing his concern to the backburner he walked back towards the town's records office in search of the grave site of the poltergeist that had already claimed three victims.
"Dammit Clark, I told you I would take care of it."
"Listen Chloe." He offered her his puppy dog eyes.
"I don't want to hear it. Why does no one trust me to do anything for myself?"
"We just worry about you Chlo." She tried to be angry but it was hard. There were much worse things in life than a bunch of heroes caring about what happened to her. She just wished they also trusted her. Between Clark, Oliver, Victor and AC she had enough big brothers to make anyone want to act out.
Though that wasn't what she was doing. Although she was sometimes tempted to prove herself to them she realized the futility of that mission.
She sighed. If only they would trust her to be able to handle something every once and a while.
"Look Clark, I get it. You can't help yourself but all I'm doing today is checking into town records. I'm pretty sure I can look through old dusty files without my personal man of steel."
"Okay but you call me before you do anything… dangerous."
"Deal." She slipped behind the wheel of her car and drove away. watching him get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.
Pulling into the parking lot she got out and made her way to the microfiche room. An hour into her search she was annoyed to realize the three files she needed were not on the shelf. Making her way over to the clerks desk she pasted on her best innocent smile.
"Can you tell me who has files 12.17A, B, and C?" The clerk pointed a finger towards the back corner. Chloe didn't believe in coincidences. The three files that contained the details on the house that had recently been the sight of a series of grizzly murders. This wasn't research that some random person was doing on an ancestry hunt and just so happened to grab.
Making her way to the back she thought about what the chances were that someone else just happened to have the three files that might identify the ghost that had been killing people. She sincerely hoped it was some teenagers looking for a scare. The only thing she could think of worse would be one of those aweful cable shows. Ghosthunters? Please. Those idiots didn't hunt anything but basic cable ratings. It would be sad if it wasn't so aggravating. Either way they were only going to get in her way.
"Hi." She offered her best awkward smile. Trying to be as non threatening as possible. She stopped cold though when the man who had her files turned around. Sure he was handsome enough to be on TV but his eyes were haunted. Whatever life he lived it hadn't been an easy one. She couldn't imagine he was looking for a good scare..
"Can I help you with something sweetheart?" He offered her his most charming smile and her radar started blaring.
"I was looking for those files." Chloe was trying really hard not to shiver. The man sitting at the desk was hardened and cool. Everything about him said danger with a capitol "D". She didn't get an evil vibe off of him but there was something about him. No way was he a thrill seeker and Cheesey cable host didn't fit either despite his charming smile. There was of course another option. He could actually know what he was doing.
As soon as she thought the word it fit.
Hunter.
There could be no other explanation for the haunted eyes and dangerous vibes she could sense coming off him.
"Pull up a chair. I'm sure if you get close enough we can look at them together." Dean waved her towards the seat next to him.. He was sizing her up and wasn't liking what he was seeing. Well that wasn't exactly right. He liked what he saw just fine. She was certainly working that tight skirt and silky blouse, so very hot for teacher. What he didn't like was the fact that she was asking for the same information he needed.
Ghosts were the worst for amateurs. A good haunted house brought out every would be Ghostbuster. Pretty blondes aside he wanted to keep this job nice and easy. With Sam acting crazy he didn't need to be adding extra people to the list of things to worry about.
"Look, as much as I enjoy playful banter with a side of sexual innuendo..."
"Who said anything about innuendo?" He added with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, so I assume you are looking into the murders at the old Franklin Estate." She nodded towards the image on the screen. "I think it would be in your best interest to head out of town and let me take care of it."
"You?" He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "What's your plan? You going to bat those baby greens at it and ask nicely?"
"Cute. Very Cute."
"Thank you."
"I wish that would work cause then I wouldn't have to dig up a body and burn it."
"Dig up? Sounds like hard work." Sarcasm dripped from his words.
"Please. We both know it's the only way to get rid of an angry spirit. Unless you're going to try and convince me your looking for a basic cable gig?"
"Maybe I like old buildings?"
"And I'm the queen of England. " She just shook her head. He certainly looked like he could handle himself but looks could be deceiving. "You're not going to leave are you?"
"Nope."
"Fine then we get this done together." Chloe sighed in frustration.
"You want to work together?" He stared at her like she had three heads.
"Not really but I don't know you and despite your obvious charms I can't risk you getting into trouble on my watch."."
"You thing I'm charming?" Dean smiled again. Waggling his eyebrows.
"I'm sure that smile works on just about every girl you meet but trust me when I tell you to not waste your time." She looked back at the screen, something caught her eye. She pushed him aside and sat in front of the monitor. Dean watched as she scrolled through the images, stopping on one of Robert Franklin. Scanning the article underneath she found what she was looking for. "Bingo. So we just need to stop by and pick up a few supplies and then we can start the really fun part."
"No need I have everything we need in my motel room and it's along the way."
She looked at him like he was insane for even suggesting it. Then she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Don't make me regret this."
"I wouldn't dream of it sweetheart."
"Chloe. Call me Chloe."
"Dean." He got up and walked out not looking back to see if she followed.
She watched as he made his way to the parking lot not surprised in the least when he stopped at the sleek black classic car. He was practically a character from some book. The jacket, the hair, the one liners. She couldn't have written him any better if she tried. She laughed despite herself.
"So you're a Hunter?" He turned and looked at her surprised for a moment.
"And you? What's your interest in Casper?"
"I don't like anything threatening my town." She slipped into the passenger seat and waited for him to get in. "This isn't my first angry spirit."
"It's dangerous you know."
"Well then thank goodness I ran into you to keep me safe." She rolled her eyes. Stupid men. Even strangers thought she was helpless. She kept quiet as she watched him pull out into traffic. It was a short ride over to the other side of town and the motel where Dean was staying.
"Why don't you just wait in the car?"
"Why? Did you leave your underwear out?" She laughed as she got out of the car. Wait? Not likely. Perhaps having a super powered alien only a scream away left her feeling a bit invincible.
"Okay wait just one minute." He stood in front of her and tried to get her to stop. "No underwear. Just a partner who isn't feeling his best."
There was something in his eyes. It reminded her of the protective look the boys always got anytime they had to pull her out of trouble. For a brief moment she saw more than the tough guy act and the playboy smile. "I'll wait outside. But hurry up. Sun sets in one hour."
Chloe leaned against the car and waved Dean along. Motioning for him to hurry. He looked annoyed about her touching his car but chose to keep quiet, slipping inside the room.
Closing the door behind him he started to talk before stopping short. Sam was pacing and snarling. He kept taking a step towards the door before cutting himself off and turning back towards the bathroom.
"Sam?" Dean's voice was soft but Sam turned preternatural fast. He snarled and his eyes blazed. He stalked towards Dean and leaned in close, sniffing his jacket before growling again low in his chest. "Whoa big guy!"
"What's that smell Dean?" The words were barely human and his eyes glowed with a golden light.
"Sam? You need to take a step back."
"Get the tranq gun."
"Sammy, are you sure?" Sam just nodded slowly and Dean moved towards the foot of the bed. Leaning down he reached for the gun as there was a knock at the door. Dean's head whipped around just in time to watch Sam sniff the door.
"Dean? I thought you were going to hurry up?"
For Dean, time slowed to a crawl. Sam snarled at Chloe's voice and moved forward, pulling the door open as Dean reached for the tranq gun. Chloe gasped as she fell into the room and into a strong pair of arms that picked her up and spun her around. Pinning her to the bed under a massive body. Sam sniffed her and let out a low growl that sounded more closely like a purr.
Chloe felt panic and then her eyes met Sam's. For some reason her fear went away. She felt calm. A warm flush washed over her body. She smiled up at the man currently pinning her in place and she watched his face transform from the snarling beast to one of the sexiest men she had ever seen.
Before Chloe could speak she heard the pop of the gun and watched Sam's face transform back into the snarling beast before he passed out. His massive body falling down and pressing her into the bed, making it hard to breathe.
Dean rushed over and checked Sam's pulse. Chloe watched the worry on Dean's face as she struggled to breathe. She pushed at the large unconscious man still crushing her. It was like trying to push a brick wall. "A little help please?" Chloe voice was a squeak.
Dean grabbed Sam's shoulder and rolled him off the tiny blonde. Again he went for the unconscious man's pulse. "What the HELL Sammy?"
"Sammy?" Chloe pushed off the bed. Not wanting to be close to the man who had attacked her. The calm was totally gone and her rational brain screamed at her to be wary. "This is your sick partner? More like insane."
Chloe went towards the door but Dean stopped her. Slamming his hand against it preventing her from opening it. "I told you to wait outside." He tried to sound menacing but Chloe could see the fear in his eyes. She looked back to the man on the bed then back to Dean. "He's family. Brother?" She saw the shocked look. "That's what I thought."
"Look whatever you think you know. Forget it." Dean glanced back at the bed before turning back to Chloe.
"Now's the part where you threaten me to keep quiet. You can save it. Something tells me you wouldn't let anyone get hurt." She turned the knob on the door and wasn't surprised when he didn't try and stop her. "I'll take care of the ghost. You take care of him." She pointed towards the bed. For reasons she couldn't understand she was worried about him. Worried about a man who had attacked her. She really did need to get her head examined.
"Be careful." Dean whispered the words as she slipped out the door. He had a much bigger problem than some stupid angry ghost. He just shot his brother; sure it was only with a tranquilizer gun but still… They were two weeks away from the full moon and gentle sweet Sam had just attacked a girl. An innocent girl. What the hell was he supposed to do? How the hell were they supposed to deal with this?