Hey all! Here is the sequel to Wolf Moon, if you haven't read that one than you will need to before this. Hope you enjoy my next instalment of the verse!

Four years later

The forest loomed around, its secrets hiding in the trees and under the autumn leaves. The piles creating exciting places to explore and temptations too hard to ignore no matter what your size. The two legged were placing orange things at their doorsteps with fake animals around. A tradition that seemed so familiar yet so far away at the same time. A feeling that he had to learn to live with. He had discovered that the orange things with lights in was not for him to eat after he had burnt his tongue trying. He had also learnt that the two legged ones didn't appreciate him roaming their streets. Many times he had been chased away by their high pitched mouth alarms or their long pointy things that shot out at him.

It had taken him about a year to realise that the forest was his best bet. In the forest he could roam and be himself, no one could disturb him and for the first time in what he could remember he was at peace. He had the share of food he could find, as long as he could catch it. A few times the two legged had attempted to come too close but he had soon showed them the way out. This was his sanctuary and he wasn't about to share it with anyone else. He was a loner and that was how he wanted it to be.

He padded through the woods, his paws dragging through the mud splashing up in his fur though he didn't care. He would take a bathe in the lake he found a few miles back later. Now he was on a mission his rumbling stomach was protesting with the distraction. With his snout to the ground he continued to track his pray. The deer couldn't have gotten too far. His mouth practically watered at the thought, it had been too long since he had had a fresh kill. Two legged had taken up camp near his cave with their pointy things seeming to be waiting for him to come out. After he had stayed in his home for four days in a row the two legged seemed to have given up. He didn't know what they wanted and he didn't want to find out. Couldn't they see he just wanted to be left alone?

He paused as he came into a clearing, his prey standing in a single stream of moonlight. He lifted his head and sniffed at the air. The moon always smelt fresh to him enticing him to hunt whenever he could and he wasn't one to say no. The deer was frozen on the spot, his eyes were watching him. Both of them were staying in one position daring the other to make a move. He lowered his body to the ground running his paw through the mud. He growled his stomach humming along with him. His prey remained unmoving. He was about to leap forward when a blur beat him to it.

A two legged jumped out of the tree and sank his canines deep into the deer's throat, stealing his kill. Huffing he growled stalking out of the shadows. He was not going to let some two legged get away with taking his dinner away from him! Granted he had never seen a two legged eat the same way as him but he wasn't about to let them leave without knowing what they had done. Wasn't it enough they were constantly trying to kick him out of his home? When he had done nothing to them.

He growled deeper bringing the attention of the two legged to him. The two legged lifted his head from the carcass, blood dripping down his chin. Great he wasn't even using the meat, he was wasting the best part. He stalked further into the clearing intending to grab his prize out from under the two legged and take it back to his cave where he hoped those other two legged weren't waiting for him again. He snarled trying to make himself looking bigger than what he was. He watched as the two legged held his hands out in front of him as he pushed himself to his feet. His eyes were wide as they stared into his own. In the back of his mind he kept feeling like there was something he was missing but he pushed it to the side. That was a reoccurring thought he had whenever he done something, he had learnt to live with it after all these years.

The two legged was continuing to stare at him. Shrugging he trotted over to the carcass and sniffed at its neck to make sure that it was not contaminated, he couldn't be sure just what the two legged might be carrying in their bodies. He laid his front paws down onto the ground and held onto the deer's neck claiming it as his now. He stared at the two legged who was still staring at him. He growled in warning the noise vibrating in his throat.

"Dean?" the two legged choked out in a strange accent, not something he had heard around these parts before. Not concerned with the man's words he sank his teeth into the deer's side and devoured the much desired meat. His stomach purring at him happily. It had been too long since his last decent dinner. "Dean?" the two legged continued to say. Not knowing what exactly a Dean was he decided to continue his meal, growling when the two legged started to come too close. "Brother I am losing my mind," the two legged huffed shaking his head his eyes drooping. The way the two legged had said brother had him pausing mid chew. He tilted his head as he regarded the man in front of him. It was like there was some fog in the back of his mind that he couldn't access. A fog that had been there since he could remember. "Did…" the two legged mutter. "Wolfie you remind me of someone I lost," he sighed sinking down to the ground beside him but not close enough to be a threat to his dinner. "Finish your meal seems like it's been a while since you have had one," he gestured to the meat not that he needed the invitation. He was going to eat it no matter what the two legged said after all he had been the one to spend the best part of two days tracking the damned thing. "You understood what I said?" wow the two legged one wouldn't stop talking.

Growling in annoyance he was considering tearing the deer up into chunks to hide and retrieve later but he wasn't sure if he was going to get another chance. Grudgingly he continued his food trying to ignore the two legged. "Wolfie…" the man spoke inching closer. Instantly he snapped his head up and snarled out his warning as the two legged came too close to his meal. His eyes locked onto the sharp blue of the two legged, he felt the moment the man held his breath his eyes becoming watery. "No…it can't be…" he gasped out his hands reaching out towards him. He snarled pushing to his feet his hackles rising not accepting the two legged unwelcomed touch. The deer was still in his jaw, the blood dripping down onto his fur, he was going to need that bath later. "Dean? Can you hear me?"

He growled ripping a chunk of meat from his prey knowing that he wasn't going to get any peace while this man was talking on at him. He held the meat in his mouth and turned to take his leave. "No please, Dean, brother…" he didn't stick around to hear what else he had to say. As he turned back to his cave he hoped that for the two legged sake that he found this 'Dean' whatever it was that he was looking for, whatever a Dean was anyways. He settled down in the back of his cave to enjoy the rest of his meal in peace.

…

"Benny honey," Lenore exclaimed running a hand across her face, she had that look on her face that she had had since Benny had seen his best friend killed in front of his eyes, too weak to have done anything. He had tried to fight back, to save Sam at least but he had been useless. The dead man's blood rendering practically human. "I know the past few years have been tough…"

"I'm telling you it was him!"

"It was just a white wolf."

"You ever seen any wild wolfs out here?" Benny exclaimed turning his back on his mate to stare at the picture that sat pride of place on his fireplace. It was taken about ten years ago when Dean had been sixteen, it was about a year after his family had taken Benny in and saved his life. He never thought that he could call a wolf a brother but he had with Dean. The young Alpha had become a fast friend and he promised that from that moment he would have done anything to repay his kindness. "You ever seen a white wolf in America?" he added his eyes moving to the most recent picture he had of the two of them. Dean was perched up against the Impala, his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket with his ankles crossed. Benny was standing beside him with the biggest smile on his face. It had been two years ago when the Alpha had taken a trip to stay with him for a month or so, wanting to spend some time hunting with the vampire in the very woods he had just seen the white wolf. "It was Dean I know it was." He tore his eyes away from the image his heart constricting at the sight of the man he had lost. "I have never seen a wolf with green eyes before."

Lenore sighed a shaky smile was on her face as she nodded her head. Benny knew that she didn't believe him, she was just trying to humour him to avoid an argument, and he wasn't sure whether this made him love or hate her more. "Are you sure you're not just projecting?" she whispered gently walking to his side and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Remember when you thought you saw him run out of the pack lands? Or when you thought he was outside the supermarket? I just don't want you to go running off half cut on a whim." She added pressing a kiss to the side of his face. "I don't want to lose you to this."

Benny exhaled wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her into his chest. He held her head against his heart and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth that her dead body could bring him. She was all he had left in this world. After the events at the pack lands, he had been thrown out and told to never return if he valued his life. He had no idea what had happened to the other wolves or to Sam. He had wanted to try and find him, to help the man that his friend had called mate but she had always stopped him knowing that it would be a suicide mission. Sam would have been long lost by now with Adam mating him over Dean's corpse. That still didn't stop that niggling feeling in the back of his mind, the feeling that his friend was out there possibly lost. The wolf's eyes still plagued the front of his mind, he had seen the green hadn't he? Maybe he was just going crazy.

"Maybe your right," he replied opening his eyes to peer down at her.

"I know he saved your life, I know that he helped you find me but it might be time to let him go. Let his memory rest," she added pressing her lips to his before twisting out of his grasp. "You feed?"

"I err, I let the wolf have it," he answered rubbing at the back of his neck, suddenly he felt like he didn't need to feed anymore, his earlier thirst was long gone, replaced by this sick feeling in his stomach.

Lenore shook her head rolling her eyes at the same time she was about to say something when the door bursting in stopped her mid-sentence. Benny's fangs lowered snarling while a group of about four vampires strolled into their house. He reached for Lenore pulling her behind him, instantly recognising the leader of the group as one of the vamps that had left him for dead eleven years ago. He guessed that the news of the Winchester pack's demise had spread to the supernatural world, meaning that they knew he no longer had their protection. Oh he was so screwed…

…

The white wolf padded through the forest, he had filled his stomach but it still wasn't enough. Deciding to risk running into the chatty two legged he retraced his step to find his previous dinner. Of course when he had gotten back the deer had mostly been consumed, he knew he should have stashed it like he wanted to in the first place. With his head lowered to the ground be began to look for any signs of another food source, halfway through his first stride a familiar scent filled his nose along with tracks. Hesitating he lifted his head to the air and inhaled deeply. He could smell the two legged not that far away but it was the smell of blood that had him pausing. A strange sensation was twisting through his stomach making him feel torn between investigating the smell of searching for extra food.

Lowering his nose to the ground he took the first option, padding through the woods he came across what looked like a log cabin in the middle of the forest. Trees stood all around obscuring it from view, you would have to know it was here in order to find it. He came to a stop near the doorway, the front door was lying on the floor and there was blood splattered around it. Strong metallic smell filtered through his nose though it didn't smell like any two legged he had ever come across before. Growling he lowered his head to the ground with his ears standing tall listening to every sound around him. He sniffed at the foreign blood, the scent rushing through his system making his stomach tighten in anticipation. He could have sworn he had smelt something like this before…

He padded further into the room following the blood trail out of the doorway and down some steps that seemed to lead to some sort of underground cover. He could hear muffled voices rising up the stairs, one of them seeming to belong to the same two legged he had seen previously. Without a second thought he descended the stairs, growling out into the atmosphere giving the two legged a warning of his approach. He jumped the last step rounding into the room, the blood trail continued until it had formed into a puddle underneath a prone form of a two legged. This particular two legged was lying face down with their long brown hair now a sick red colour. He could smell their particular life force slowly fading.

In the middle of the room the two legged from earlier was being restrained by two others that he had never seen before with a third standing over them. All of their eyes were focused solely on him, the standing one was snarling and baring his fangs at him, his eyes a deep red. Lowering his head to the ground he flattened his ears and let out a growl.

The two legged that gave up his dinner was staring at him with wide eyes, his expression full of hope though he had no idea why. Maybe he had found his lost 'Dean' after all, whatever the hell that was. He seemed to be slightly out of it probably due to whatever it was that was in that needle that was embedded into the side of his neck.

"Get out of here wolf," the two legged standing in front of him warned. "This has nothing to do with you."

He tilted his head to the side, yes he knew that the two legged was right it didn't have anything to do with him. All he wanted was to come back here and grab his food before going back to his cave and yet here he was. He peered up the stairs debating whether or not to head back, his stomach rumbling with the thought however his legs refused to move. The sick swirling feeling in his chest rooted him to the spot. He didn't know what it was about the two legged but he knew he couldn't just leave him to the mercy of the others.

Straightening up his back he pushed further into the room baring his teeth to the apparent intruder. His hackles rising sensing the immediate threat being directed his way. His eyes locked onto the two legged in front of him who had turned his back on his previous victim.

"Wait…" the two legged said his head moving to the side while he clicked his tongue. "Are you…" his eyes moved from the white wolf to his prey and back again. "No…" he continued taking a step closer to the wolf to which he growled deeper in warning. "I heard that they were destroyed, your wolf pack, whose your friend Benny?" Benny didn't respond his eyes focusing on the wolf making him feel once again a sense of familiarity. "A lone wolf then," the two legged continued not seeming to care on Benny's silence. "I don't think you understand what you have walked into. Wait a second Benny just got to deal with this pest problem."

The white wolf growled once more as the two legged jumped towards him his teeth lengthening to show a full set of canines. He dodged to the left avoiding the clashing teeth, his front paw reached out scraping the two legged across his side, his blood dropping to the floor with the same strange smell to it. This seemed to anger the two legged further. Not giving him time to recover the wolf leapt towards the two legged, throwing his weight down onto him he forced him into the back wall causing the structure to crack. The two legged's hands reached up gripping hold of the wolf's jaw stopping his teeth from sinking into his throat. Blood welled up on the pads of his fingers filling the wolf's mouth with the sickly texture. The man forced his mouth away from him with strength to rival the wolf's own. With one push he forced the wolf onto the ground below, his back crashing into the stone flooring causing a dent to form under the pressure. The wolf rolled to the right avoiding the grabbing hands of the man, his companions seemed to be more interested in the fight than their capture. The white wolf pushed to his feet his eyes locking on the form of the two legged prisoner whose eyes were becoming clearer, whatever was in his system seemed to be wearing off. Keeping the intruders attention on him he knocked his head into the intruder's chest throwing him into the wall once more causing the cabin to shake. The man grunted with the impact his ribs cracking in protest. The wolf sank his teeth into the man's arm with him retaliating by sinking his own fangs into the wolf's shoulder. The two were locked in their position with neither seeming to want to give up their grip.

The white wolf snarled, the vibrations running through the two legged's arm. He deepened his bite feeling the blood squirt out and once more he had to quell the feeling of nausea that was threatening to take over. He was going to take a long drink once he was done here to get rid of that nasty taste, he didn't know what the man had and he didn't want to. As long as it wasn't something he could catch. He pulled the man with his teeth positioning him so that his back was on that 'Benny' creature. The wolf could see awareness come flooding back into the man's eyes and he could feel the power run through his body.

The white wolf released the man and twisted out of his grip, pulling a couple of his fangs out in the process. He could feel the wound pulse where his salvia made contact with his own bloodstream, something weird was flooding through his system though his anti-bodies took care of it before it could become a problem.

'Benny' pushed to his feet breaking through the bonds that seemed to have been securing him. His own mouth filled with teeth as he used his two hands to tear the nearest guy's head from his shoulders while his fangs ripped through the other's neck, leaving two headless bodies falling at his feet.

The white wolf took this as his opportunity. Somehow knowing that nothing else would do but decapitation he leapt towards the two legged and sank his own fangs in. He tore through tendon until he reached the vocal cord. With a quick tug he pulled a chunk of the skin out with his teeth, the man spitting blood with his hands reaching up to hold at his throat like he could stop himself from bleeding out. With a quick swipe with his claws the man's head came tumbling off of his body to join those of his companions.

The wolf huffed sitting on his back legs and proceeding to lick the blood from his paws, grimacing with the disgusting taste but putting up with it, dried blood was a bitch to get out of his fur. 'Benny' rushed to the side of his companion who was beginning to stir seeming to be alright after all. Benny's eyes were locked onto the wolf, a watery smile was on his face.

"How…" the woman in his grasp declared her own eyes staring at him like he was the second coming or something.

The wolf huffed making to turn to go back up the stairs deciding to go back to his original plan of finding another dinner. Knowing that the two legged would be safe for now he decided that it was safe for him to go home.

"DEAN!" 'Benny' continued to call after him as he exited the cabin.

"DEAN! WAIT!"

TBC.