Wanted to add that in this fic, Dean is 28, Sam – 23, Jess – 26, Leah – 24. Just in case any were wondering.

Also, because I didn't like the way they had the werewolves in Heart (I mean, come on! They looked like vampires with claws) so mine are more realistic. Fur and everything.


Chapter Two:

The four had decided to go out for the night, and Dean being Dean got his way and they all ended up at a bar. They grabbed a table near the back and ordered a few beers. Normally Dean would have been hitting on all the hot women he ran into, but not this time. He actually hadn't been with a girl since his father had died, which surprised him now that he realized it.

Leah and Jess drank and talked amongst themselves while Dean and Sam listened in, Dean making snide comments every once and a while, then they would glare at him. It went like that for most the night until they finally decided to talk about the situation at hand.

"So…how long have you been hunting?" Dean asked the sisters.

"Um…about six years, since our dad died," Jess answered.

"How'd he die?" Sam asked.

"We think a demon did it," Leah replied after a pause. "One with yellow eyes," Jess added. Sam and Dean eyed each other.

"Sorry to hear that," Dean said, stunned. "We uh…think that same demon killed our parents," Sam added. Leah gave Sam a sympathetic look.

He took a sip of his drink, and then Dean leaned forward over the table and eyed the girls. "Why'd this thing go after your dad?" While Dean talked, Sam took another drink of his beer.

Jess shrugged. "We don't really know…we found out after his death that he was a hunter, which is why we became hunters ourselves," she said. "What about you two?"

"It pretty much ran in the family," Dean summed it up. He took another chug of beer and set down the bottle on the table. Jess and Leah glanced at each other, and then back to Sam and Dean. "So, looks like we are after the same thing," he pointed out the obvious. "Do you have any clue where it might be now?" Sam asked. The girls shook their heads and they both finished off their drinks. Sam sighed as he finished off his own drink, Dean doing the same, yet ordering another afterward.

"So, what do you suppose we do about the werewolves?" Jess asked the others. "I mean, sitting here drinking at a bar isn't really helping that problem the town has, you know?"

Sam shrugged. "Well, we-" he was cut off by Dean who finished by saying, "We will go looking for their lair tomorrow morning. It's easier to see things in the sunlight," he pointed out with a smirk. The girls just glared at him. "Right," Leah said. "Well then, I guess we should call it a night," she added, getting up from her chair. Jess followed suit.

Sam stood up too, well ready to go to the hotel and sleep. "Hey, I haven't finished my drink yet," Dean said, standing up along with them. "Fine, we'll go," he added with a classic eye-roll. Sam rolled his eyes in return and turned to leave, following Jess and Leah out the door.

Dean unlocked the Impala, and everyone got in. The girls in the back, the boys up front, as Dean drove to the hotel. The four got out, and headed to their separate rooms – Jess and Leah in theirs, Dean and Sam in the other.

The next morning, Dean awoke to the sound of the hotel door shutting. He grumbled as Sam walked in, seeing Dean's face buried in the pillow. "Morning, sunshine," Sam said gleefully. He was always a morning person. He was also holding to hot, fresh cups of coffee. "Rise and shine, Dean," Sam told his brother. Dean groaned again, but woke up by the smell of the coffee wafting from the cup Sam set on the bedside table for him. Dean flopped over onto his back and sat up; reaching for the cup-o-caffeine whilst his younger brother took a seat on the edge of the bed opposite him. Dean took a long sip of his coffee before speaking up.

"So, are we going up against these things today?" the eldest asked. Sam shrugged and took a sip of his own coffee. "I don't know Dean. I'm going over to talk to Jess and Leah in a minute to see, but I think we should try before the werewolves kill anything else," Sam replied. "Go get 'em tiger," Dean smirked, sitting further up on the bed, making sure not to spill his coffee. Sam just glared at his brother and then rolled his eyes and walked to the door, not looking back at his brother as he exited and walked down to the door next to theirs.

Sam knocked and waited outside the girls' room and a few minutes later Jess answered the door. "Winchester, do you know what time it is?" she said bitterly. Jessica had clearly just woken up-pillow lines on her face, sleep still in her eyes. Sam smiled apologetically but continued his mission.

"Sorry to wake you, but if we're going to get these werewolves, we'll need to start looking soon. Full moon's tonight and we need to stop them before they hurt anyone else," the man told Jess, and Leah who had just appeared behind her sister. The girls nodded in agreement but Jess turned to face Leah for a moment.

Boy, this guy is persistent.

Jess, he's only trying to help.

Help? Waking us up this early isn't help. It's annoyance.

Well we need them, so try to be nice.

Nice starts at eight.

"We know how important this is, but it's not even seven o'clock yet. Come back in an hour and we'll be ready," Jess told Sam, still in the bitter tone. She was clearly not a morning person.

Jess walked away, and Leah gave Sam a sympathetic look before closing the door and heading into the bathroom to take a shower and change. Sam went back to his room and let Dean know what happened.

Dean was scrutinizing Sam from the bed and Sam returned the look with his own confused one. Then he understood. "Dean, get your mind out of the gutter," Sam told the elder.

"What?" Dean replied in defense. "They are good looking, sophisticated women, and it doesn't hurt to have fun every once and a while."

"Yeah, well, unlike you," Sam started. "I focus on the hunt."

"Sam, that's all you've done since Dad died," Dean retorted as he sat up against the headboard. "You need to loosen up. Have some fun. Besides, when did you decide hunting was the most important thing? You and Dad are more alike than you think."

Sam, still standing, replied, "Look, I just think that we need to find the yellow-eyed demon and kill it-send it back to Hell where it belongs. But if we don't focus on the hunt, there's no way we're even going to get anywhere near finding it."

Dean's jaw tightening and he leaned forward on the bed. "Sam," he said sternly. "We don't know where this thing is, and unless you have a better idea, then we are just going to stay here, fight some werewolves"-Dean couldn't hide the enthusiasm-"and hang around for a while until we catch a lead on the demon."

Sam gave up on the argument, though he still felt he was right. He wanted vengeance and he hated stopping for another hunt, but he didn't want Jess and Leah, or anyone else to get hurt. He knew they had to stay here until the job was done.

Sam went to take a shower while Dean went out to get food, and once Sam was out, Dean took his turn in the bathroom while Sam got dressed and ate what was left of the fast-food breakfast.

Once Dean was dressed, the boys gathered their gear and headed outside, Dean getting the girls from their room. The four got into the Impala and Dean drove off towards the area where they had found Jess and Leah a couple days before.