Summary: A werewolf hunt gone wrong takes an odd twist for Dean. He joins one of his "siblings" on the hunt for the were that turned them, and through this girl, Sam and Dean discover a part of themselves. A little Sam/OC.

She's not really an OC, more like a plot helper.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it's characters. Otherwise this would be on TV.

Ever so slowly, like ink floating to the surface of water, Dean gained conscious. And again, ever so slowly, he opened his eyes. He had been drugged, that much was obvious. Usually Dean awoke with a start if he was asleep or had been knocked out. For a few seconds, he couldn't feel his body. But as that too started to come slowly back, like a wave of senses washing over his body, it became obvious that Dean was hanging from something. The strain in his arms and shoulders as well as the fact that his hands were trussed together over his head made that clear. His feet just barely dangled above the ground, the tip of his boot just barely scraped the earth. Dean tried to take in his surroundings, but his vision was one of his last senses to come back to him. When it did, there was barely any light, the walls were made of wood and there was no ceiling, exposed pipes and wire showing.

Dean groaned as his neck stained against the uncomfortable position. What had happened? Clearly this wasn't normal. Then the memories came...memories instinctually answering the questions he was asking himself. He should be scared, he should be screaming for help. Because before he was here, he and Sam were on a very peculiar werewolf hunt. Dean remembered clearly now...

The moon cycle was right, and the hearts were missing. Now all that was left was tracking down the fugly. But first, food. There had been a waitress at the bar. The bar where he and Sam got their cheap, greasy dinners. She was brunette, dark skin, well built, and somewhat muscular, though rather short. She had a wild look in her eyes, as well as an animalistic attitude. Dean, after one or two or five beers, liked that. Small talk and a suggestive wink later, he gave Sam a kinky smile as he and the waitress left the bar at around eleven. Sam rolled his eyes, snatching the keys when Dean tossed them to him. They were on a case, for god's sake, Dean. The only place where play comes before work is in the dictionary.

In the parking lot, Dean threw an arm around the waitress. She said her name was Morgan. She said she didn't live far away. He intended to walk there, polite and flirty chatter along the way. But then she pulled out a pair of keys.

"Mind if we take my car?" She smiled up at him. "I would hate to leave her here all night. She's my baby, after all."

She walked over to a car that had Dean gaping. It was a Ford 1955 White Thunderbird, not as square as the Impala, but it still had all the class of an old car. If this car and the Impala could have babies, there would be peace on earth. Dean praised the car, running a hand over the clean white hood. He pointed out his car across the parking lot, and Morgan smiled at him.

"Nothing like the classics." They agreed.

They got into the car, and drove off. They chatted about their likes and dislikes, what they liked most about Michigan and the small town they were in, and future ambitions. Dean lied about most of it, but he managed to get Morgan to laugh quite a few times. He told her he was a FBI Agent, looking into the recent killings. She stared at him with her eyes wide and mouth hung loosely open. But she recovered quickly and swooned over this fact, like most girls do.

"I like you, Dean." She said, putting a hand on his leg. He looked at her. Her eyes were deep, dark, and unrevealing. But they seemed possessive, like she saw Dean as a treasure that she had to have. "You seem special, somehow."

Dean didn't really know how to take that. But he was a little buzzed and didn't think too much about it. So he put a hand on top of her hand, and gave her one of his sexy half-smiles.

Halfway down the interstate, Morgan turned the heater on. The air was filled with a smell that Dean would recognize anywhere, and thin white mist started coming out of the vents. Dean quirked an eyebrow and looked at Morgan, who didn't seem to notice. He was about to suggest that she get her engine checked, but then everything started to blur. He coughed, and his head started to get light. Then Dean noticed the smell. He would know that smell anywhere. The chloroform cloud quickly filled the cab. When Dean reached for the window crank, and started spinning it, the window did not go down. His head suddenly clear of all alcohol, he spun around to face Morgan, who seemed like she didn't notice the gas at all. He coughed, and his head started to get light. She turned and smiled at him, her eyes glowing yellow. Dean's hands fumbled with the door handle, yanking the handle almost clean off the door. But the door was locked, and it was too late anyway. Dean gave a moan and fear and frustration, and he slipped into blackness.

Morgan was almost ready. She had the ingredients, now all she needed was to make the concoction. She smiled, excited to see what the results for her new recruit would be. Dean, if she remembered his name correctly, would make five bites in the last ten months, one bite every two months. Her method, though it was an obvious pattern, helped to keep her discrete. She looked down at the ingredients in her hands. What hunters didn't understand was that with some species of werewolf, specifically her species, it was much more complex to pass on the ability than a simple bite. For some, it had to be under certain conditions. For others, the victim had to be willing. Usually in those cases, if the conditions weren't met, then the victim would become a wurdulak, and undead monster like a mix between a vampire and a zombie. Thankfully, neither of those applied to her. All she had to do was brew a simple potion. Due to the fact that the moon cycle was almost finished, she had to act fast. At first, it had taken a lot of practice. But having done this for about five years...well, easy peasy.

She wasn't lying when she had told Dean that she thought he was special. She truly did feel that perhaps there was something different, something divine about this man. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had a sneaking suspicion that this man had a power inside of him that was untapped. But, that could also have just been that fact that she had drunk a couple tequila's with him before leaving the bar.

Without further hesitation, she got started. She set the stone goblet down on the table she had set up with candles. The ritual she was about to perform was said to be taken all the way back to her ancestors, the most powerful shamans and wise men. The ones that created the curse.

First she added the alcohol, which was the symbol she used for man. Then she added the cow's blood, which was the symbol of the animal side, used to represent the competition between the humans and wereanimals. Morgan took out a piece of paper, and in elegant writing she wrote:

With this bite, I wish to pass on the ability to shape shift.

Morgan smiled when she wrote down the second line. If the person who would endow the gift on the recruit so wished, they could specify what kind of animal that they wanted the recruit to shift into, which took more practice and power. When she started off, she had just gone with simple creatures like fox, wolf, and lion. But then, a couple years ago, she had discovered something interesting. It's what made the whole biting process more exhilarating. She wrote down;

Any form will do.

She added the paper to the mix, and used a fork to soak it up and mix it. The concoction ended up being a lumpy dark brown mix. Morgan took a deep breath clearing her mind and steadying her heart. The concoction had to be drunk in a calm and concentrated matter. This was key, or else it would never work. Usually at this point, most were's failed in the process. Morgan had her years of practice to thank for her skill of being able to do this.

She brought the stone goblet to her lips and tipped it back. The liquid and chunks slid down the back of her throat, and she imagined that she couldn't taste a thing. When she had drunken more than three-fourths of the cup, she put it down. Her mind felt light, like it was just barely anchored to her body by a thin lead. She felt her canines tingle, as the venom collected in the hollow pockets in her gums. She felt over whelmed with the urge to bite, something, anything. She heard a distant heart beat from down the hallway, and the tiny clink of chains. Somewhere in the run down and forgotten factory, her chosen prize was waiting for her.

Now was the time. She wouldn't be able to control herself if she didn't do it now. She headed off down the dark hallway.

Dean was starting to wake, but is vision was still spinning. The chains around his wrists were trussed up really tight, and he was still weak from being drugged. He looked blearily up at the meat hook the chains were hung over. It was rusted and looked at little weak at the bend of the metal. Dean hoisted himself up by his arms a little, not an easy task, and let himself drop down. The chains rattled, the hook bent ever so slightly against the weight, but it didn't give.

Suddenly there were footsteps coming from down the hall to the only door that Dean could see. Suddenly a figure was in the doorway. It was the waitress from the bar. Her features were lupine; sharp canines and claws, and her eyes were glowing green. I thought her eyes were yellow...Dean had never seen anything like it. Fear fluttered in his chest when she slowly started to walk towards him, her mouth agape. Dean thought he could actually see her venom dripping from her teeth. He hoisted himself up again. The drug was finally wearing off, just not fast enough. When he slammed his body back down, the hook bent, but still didn't give. Dean cursed. He looked forward again to see where the girl was. Oh shit. She was gone.

Dean tried to jerk around and see over his shoulders. He listened intently for any sound that would give her away.

Suddenly a piercing pain attacked the back of his shoulder. He heard the girl moan, and she removed her incisors, only to sink them in once again at his neck, and another time at his bicep. Dean suppressed a scream, letting out a pained groan through his teeth. Why wasn't she tearing away any flesh? Was she just biting him for the heck of it?

Morgan circled around back in front of Dean. Her eyes were a little less green, but they still had the sheen. She looked longingly at Dean, and Dean glared back, rivulet's of blood streaming down his chest and back.

"What are you waiting for, you bitch." Dean growled. "Finish me."

Morgan looked surprised, which shocked Dean.

"I'm not going to kill you," Morgan said, putting a hand to his chest, feeling his beating heart. "But I am doing you a favor. I'm giving you a better life."

"Bite me." Dean said. "Oh wait, you already have."

Morgan smiled, her fangs covered with blood.

"I'm giving you a gift, my child." She crooned, stroking a finger along the line of his jaw. "Use it well. I know you will come when I call."

With that, she sunk her teeth one more time into Dean's collar bone. She gasped as she let go one last time, and Dean grimaced. The green in her eyes was completely gone, leaving nothing but an exhausted hazel. She looked over her work. There seemed to be more blood than usual coming from his neck bite, which told her she had accidentally hit a vein. Whoops. But she knew he would be okay. She started walking backwards toward the door, then finally turned and ran.

Dean hung there, his body pulsing with white-hot pain. The bites were searing, and it spread throughout his body. Dean gasped, as the heat reached his heart, making it skip a beat followed by a painful thump. Dean was surprised he didn't pass out from pain.

He had to get out of there. Dean looked up at the hook again. It was almost to the point where he could just slip off the end. Dean worked the muscles in his arms, only making the pain worse in the bite on his bicep, and hoisted himself up again. Dean yelled as he forced his body back down. The hook straightened and the chain slipped off the end. Dean dropped to the floor, which was slippery from his blood. He heard the Thunderbird's engine rev off into the distance. Dean gritted his teeth. She got away. And now that he was like this, all he could do was go find Sam.

Dean slipped the chains off his wrists and walked out of the room. Everything was dizzy, and Dean knew that if he didn't pass out from pain, then he would soon from blood loss. He walked into another room that was lit with candles on a table. There was a stone goblet and blood symbol on the table. In a pile by the table was Dean's shirt, button over shirt, and leather Jacket. Dean could help but smile. Bitch wasn't as smart as she thought she was.

Dean fished into his leather jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He could see darkness on the edges of his vision. He scrolled down to Sams number. Two rings and his brother picked up.

"Hey."

"Sammy…" Dean's voice was weak.

"Dean? Are you okay?" Sam sounded worried immediately.

"Sammy, I found the bitch." Dean sounded out. He sat down on the floor. He felt really hot. "I'm hurt."

"Where are you? Dean, focus, tell me where you are."

Dean looked around and found a window with a logo on it. He recognized it at once. "Old...dog food factory, at the edge of town. The one we passed... when we came in."

Dean heard a door slam and a motor start on the other end. "I'm on my way. Stay on the line, Dean. You need to stay awake."

"I'm trying…Sammy…" Dean laid down and his eyes started drifting closed. Why wouldn't his body obey the command he was trying to send it?

"Dean? Dean are you still there?" Sam's voice was distant. "Damnit Dean!"

Dean slipped into darkness. Ever so slowly, back into the black.

A/N: New story! I've been wanting to write a werewolf story for a while now, but then I realized werewolf's were too overdone. SO, these are not going to be your normal werewolves. Lot's of other animals getting called into play here.

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