A/N...Chapter two, up for offer. I'm still building the story, so not a lot of action yet...that will come. Thanks again to Branchsuper and Peter from space2develop (follow him on twitter!)


The shaggy black and white dog padded along the sidewalk. She was hungry.

She was angry, hot and cold at the same time, and irritated.

Every noise hurt her ears.

Every scent, normally a source of exquisite pleasure, now seemed magnified a thousand fold and assaulted her senses.

She growled, low and menacing, even though there was no one around.

She was moving fast, not panting with the exertion, just a fast moving black and white blur.

She was so hungry.

Starving.

She had eaten dinner, her mans had even given her extra.

It had tasted like dirt.

But still, she was hungry, so she ate it.

Also, she felt different, like she was aware.

Like she knew, somehow, that she existed. She had not been aware of that before.

She could remember before, and it was different now.

Before, she ate, she played, she did as she was told by the mans.

The mans would say 'sit' and she would sit. The mans would say 'speak' and she would bark.

The mans tough her many tricks, the female mans more so than the male. The young of the mans were the most fun, they gave way too many treats, so she was happy to do anything they asked.

She loved her mans. They were her pack, and looked after her well. She would die to defend them. She knew she had a belly full of puppies, it was not the first time she had been in this situation, but again, this time she was more aware.

And hungry.

She was so very hungry.

That's why she unlatched the back door and left.

It was not something she had ever done before.

She had always known how, but she knew that the mans wouldn't like it.

But now, she knew it was necessary.

If she didn't leave, she thought she just might kill the mans.

She didn't know why, but she knew she would.

She had to find something, something other than a mans to eat.

She was far from the outskirts of town now, her speed having taking her many miles from home. Ahead there were a few farms, full of fowl and animals, she could smell them. Even at this distance, she could hear them.

And in the distance, the mournful cry of a lone wolf.

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Dean smiled at the very pretty girl as the door man pulled the rope open, letting her into the club ahead of him. She turned as she entered and winked back at him.

Sam smirked. "Two words, Dean'

"Shut up, Sam. If she was jailbait, she wouldn't get in"

"I don't see them carding anybody" Sam looked at the line of people waiting to get in. "And I think we're the oldest ones here"

"Yeah, well, we better get in. Hanging around outside tonight aint gonna get us anywhere"

Sam frowned and looked back down the line, his face smoothing as he came to the same realization his brother had. No one was going missing from the front of the club when so many people were waiting.

"You two" the doorman pointed to Dean and Sam, and the security guard dropped the rope for them to enter. Dean gave his brother a roguish grin and stepped through the entrance, then held the door for Sam. The doorman let several people in after them, most of them pretty young girls.

Dean strode straight to the bar, Sam trying to doge the packed tight young people, writhing in time to the music in movement that more closely resembled simulated sex than dancing.

"Dean! Hold up" he called, trying to yell over the loud, pulsating music. He pushed through, finally making it to his side at the bar. "What's the hurry?"

Dean held up a fifty to catch the bartender's eye, who in turn responded with a nod and held up a couple of fingers.

"Need a drink. I feel like…like…" he looked down at himself, appraising his outfit. Sam had dressed him like a page from a girl's magazine in a tight fitting long sleeved t-shirt in a soft khaki color.

His black pants were a little too tight and he felt like there was more of him on display than he was comfortable with. Sam was wearing a long sleeved button up with some girly pattern all over it and he, too, was wearing pants that were too tight.

It kind of drew the eye to an area he'd rather not have his eyes drawn to.

Not on a man, anyway, and certainly not on his brother.

"Well, we got in without waiting more than ten minutes, so I'd say you look the part"

"Yeah, like a douche" Dean grumbled and turned to the bartender, who had appeared at his elbow with a hopeful smile, his gaze on the money.

"Two beers, please" Dean asked him "And a coupla whiskey chasers"

The barman tilted a brow. "We don't get many people order like that here. Normally it's all cocktails and spritzer drinks"

Dean nodded and downed both whiskeys, then tapped the bar to indicate he wanted more.

Sam picked up his beer. "Hey, um, Mat, is it?" he asked, looking at the barman's 'hi I'm Mat' badge.

The barman nodded. He looked at Sam's tight shirt, his gaze appraising the young man's muscled physique with appreciation. He smiled into Sam's eyes, making the hunter a little more than uncomfortable.

"You work here every night?" Sam asked him.

Mat tipped his head, biting his bottom lip and nodded.

"You here on the nights the girls went missing?"

He nodded again, and leaned forward so only Sam could hear him. "I didn't see anything, though. Happened outside. They didn't even make it in" He moved his head so it just brushed Sam's. "I did see the security footage, though."

Sam pulled back and made eye contact with him. "I thought it didn't show anything"

The barman looked around, and then back at Sam. "Not here. I get off at four. Meet me out the front"

He moved off to serve other patrons, and Sam leaned in to tell Dean the part he hadn't heard.

Dean gave him a look and he knew he was in for a mound of teasing.

Just as Dean opened his mouth to give Sam about the biggest roasting for being the object of the bartender's advances, his attention was diverted.

A tall, slim and very pretty brunette sauntered up to Dean, her arm circling his waist as she drew closer.

Sam silently thanked whatever gods there were for saving him from that one.

The girl leaned forward, her chest pushing into Dean's, and he pulled her closer.

Sam raised his brow as they talked, mouth to ear, smiles in between.

She pulled back after a while as Dean pulled put his cell, letting her type her own number in. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek then disappeared back into the crowd.

"So, you meeting up later?"

Dean turned his dazzling smile to his brother. "Well, you're gonna be busy with Mat, so I thought I'd get a little action of my own"

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, though, she said she knew one of the girls that went missing. Swears she saw her not two nights ago at another club downtown"

Sam nodded. "Makes sense. If they were vamped here it wouldn't be safe to show up back here"

"We should circulate. See if we can get any more info"

Sam was about to protest when the smallest girl grabbed him by the hand. "Do you dance?" she yelled up at him, and before he could say anything she had dragged him away, her strength surprising, her determination worse.

Dean looked on, his face in a wide smile. He turned to the girl next to him and turned that smile up as high as he could, and she giggled, batting her eyelids, and then leaned forward into him.

Like candy from a baby, he thought.

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Mat watched the tall, handsome man dance with many girls, he watched him talk to them, take phone numbers, smile, laugh, and generally play the field. He was worried, at first, but noticed the man moved from girl to girl, no liaisons formed, no real promises of later.

The guy that had come in with the tall man was a different story all together. He also talked to a lot of women, but he spent even more time making out with them. Some even let him get to second base.

He was very attractive, but very obviously straight.

As four am drew closer he saw the men make the most subtle eye contact, and the other guy left, the tall one made sure that Mat had seen him, and offered a gentle smile and nod before he left.

Mat clocked off, grabbed his coat and hurried out the side entrance. The tall man…damn, why hadn't he got the guy's name? …he was sure he'd be waiting, out the front, as Mat had instructed.

He hurried to the front of the club. There were a few couples, here and there, so wrapped around each other they looked as if they were already at third base, but he couldn't see the tall man.

He looked across the street and there he was, the tall man, leaning casually on some kind of classic car.

Mat waved and waited for a car to pass so he could hurry over.

"I never asked your name" he breathed.

"Um, it's Sam" the man answered, opening the back door of the car.

Mat climbed in and felt his stomach drop when he realized the tall man's companion was in the driver's seat. Sam climbed in to the front passenger seat.

"Mat, this is my brother Dean"

The car started, the roar of the engine loud and deep. Dean peeled her off the kerb with a squeal of rubber.

The security guard watched the whole thing.

He tipped his head to the doorman, who nodded back, and went inside.

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Mat looked around the greasy bar, his face a perfect sneer as he regarded the other patrons at this truck stop – come - bikie hangout. Why they had brought him hear, he had no idea.

Nothing intimate or charming about this place.

He had been bitterly disappointed when he realised that they had only wanted information from him, nothing else, but, hey, at least he could make a few bucks.

He turned back to Sam. "So, that's it, I guess. The security tape backup was gone when I tried to get it for the police, the only copy I have is this one" he handed the small disc to Sam "It was from the first night."

Dean leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, the sides of the booth almost high enough to make it feel intimate."So, you think this guy you saw with the girls, the security guards knew him?"

Mat shrugged and sipped his soda. "They let him in. They turned their backs, and didn't say anything to the police. So, yeah, I guess they did"

Sam nodded, his brow furrowed as he processed the intel. "You never saw this guy before?"

Mat shook his head. "Never. And he hasn't been around since that guy fell off the roof a couple of days ago. No new girls have gone missing, either" He leaned back and stifled a yawn. "There was just that one guy that got murdered"

"Yeah? Murdered, how?"

Mat shook his head. "Oh, I don't think it was connected. They robbed him and beat him up, and a glass door smashed on him, cut his throat. It was outside the building behind us"

Dean flipped out a couple of fifties and sat them on the table. "Do you need a lift home?"

Mat nodded. "You can't get a cab at a place like this, so, yeah, if you don't mind"

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Sam unlocked the motel door and let them both in. "Can you fire up my computer? I'm gonna get changed"

Dean was already pulling off the tight pants. He leaned over and powered on the silver laptop that had been placed on the round Formica table as he pulled his leg out of the pants, so tight that he turned them inside out to remove them.

"I am going to throw these things away" he dramatically kicked his leg out, flipping the pants up so he could wad them into a ball.

"Not so fast, Dean. We probably should check out that other dance club"

Dean scowled at him. "Is that one as douchey as this one?"

"I dunno. Probably" Sam had pulled on a pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt. Pulling a chair out he turned the computer to face him and loaded the disc he had gotten from Mat.

Dean stood behind him as they watched the not too clear security footage, scrolling through until they came to a young girl, standing on her own outside the club.

They could see the security guard quite clearly. He watched the girl for a while, then turned and spoke to the door man, who disappeared inside.

After a while they watched as a dark, attractive man came into view. He spoke briefly to the girl and offered her his arm. They walked out of range of the camera, but just as he did he offered the security guard a wave and the guard waved back.

"Curiouser and curiouser" Dean murmured. "So, that the only one on here?"

Sam scrolled through the rest of the recording. "We got another one, maybe" they watched as the same thing happened again, girl on her own, dark, tall man leading her away.

"Why d'ya spose Mat shared this?" Dean asked as he sat on the closest bed. "Guilty conscience?"

Sam turned to face his brother. "Yeah, maybe. I mean, he was sitting on this information, too scared to go to anyone in authority, but wanting to let someone know"

Dean scratched his short hair. "Yeah, well, if he was so community minded, shouldn't have cost me a coupla hundred"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah. So. Anyway. We need to hit the coroner tomorrow to check out the dead guy, and then the other club tomorrow night."

Dean raised his hands above his head in a yawning stretch. "Okay. Let's get some shut eye, man I'm tired"

Sam stifled a yawn. "Right there with you"

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The dogs were barking.

Jack yawned, his eyes refusing to open as he pulled himself upright in the big old comfy bed.

"The dogs are barking, Jack" Nina groaned, still lying curled up beside him.

"Yeah, I know, I heard 'em" He swung his legs over the side and stretched.

The dogs were going crazy. Last time he heard them going off that way he'd lost half the lambs from the season.

He pulled his coveralls up and ran to the back door, grabbing his shot gun as he did.

Slipping his gum boots on in one smooth motion he turned on the outside spot lights as well as pulling the emergency flashlight from its hook.

The dogs were frantic, their barks fearful, terrified, and growing in intensity.

Jack ran towards the lambing yard. He didn't have many sheep, only a couple of hundred head, and when they were dropping their lambs he had them in the ten acre house paddock so he could keep them close to the dogs.

The same dogs that were now too terrified to fight off whatever was in there with his sheep.

The spotlights didn't illuminate enough of the paddock for him to see what was causing all the trouble so he swung the heavy duty flash around, truing to pinpoint anything amiss.

The dogs noticed him, and all came running. He had five dogs, all good workers, all fierce protectors of his flock.

All terrified of wolves and cougars.

He imagined that's what it was, a wolf the most likely culprit, as a cougar had not been spotted in this area for decades. The sheep were huddled in the closest corner of the irregular shaped paddock, and they were silent.

That was weird, not a bleat or cry of alarm.

He cocked the gun and climbed through the strained wire fence, approaching the terrified animals cautiously.

Three of his dogs followed, still barking wildly, however they stopped a few yards back from the frightened sheep.

Jack narrowed the flashlight beam as he approached, and felt his stomach drop as the flashlight found the first carcass.

The sheep was mutilated, its stomach had been ripped out, intestines were spread around and over the fleecy body. The entire throat had been torn away.

As he stepped forward he found another, and another.

All had been torn open in almost the same way, all had their stomachs ripped open, all were covered in blood and organs, the pristine wool now stained and matted with their own fluids.

All had their throats torn away.

Several more bodies were clumped together, blood, viscera and body pieces piled nearly waist high, a small dead lamb was curled at the base of the pile.

Jack sighed. This pile was heartbreaking and very confusing.

Wolves didn't pile their kill in a mound.

Nor did cougars.

Man was the only creature that would do that, but a man would not be capable of the huge bite to the throats of these animals.

Jack stepped around the mess and shone his light ahead.

He gasped in shock.

There, in front of him, was a vision even more horrifying.

A deep, menacing growl sent all of his hair standing on end.

The low, ominous rumble reverberated through his spine, and he felt his bowel turn to water.

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"Dean, hold up" called Sam. The older hunter turned, pulling at his too tight collar as he did. The early morning sun was glinting through a gap in the buildings, the rays catching the bright green of the shorter brother's eyes.

"Look" Sam pointed across the road to the courthouse, where they were about to go to view the body of the murder victim.

Two large media vans were there and each had released its own reporting crew.

They had cameras, sound guys and more than a couple of reporters, and all of them were interviewing what looked like the local police chief.

Dean moved back to his brother's side, the car in between them and the road.

"Maybe we'll just hang back here a bit" he frowned, thinking, then opened the trunk, pulling out one of Sam's hoodies.

He flipped off his suit jacket and handed it to his brother and pulled the hooded sweat shirt over his shirt and tie. Sam raised his brows.

"Gonna go see if I can find out what happened' he explained, pulling the hood up to cover his short cropped fair hair.

"Well, hang on, I'll come too' Sam started to pull off his own jacket.

"Are you crazy? We need to blend in. You, you're, well" he waved his hand as if searching for the right word. "Ginormous. You couldn't blend in if you tried"

Sam scowled as Dean hurried across the road, dodging the traffic and sidling up to the other onlookers. Annoyed, he pulled the passenger door open and climbed in, reaching for his laptop as he did.

May as well fire it up and search for local news bulletins, he thought. He glanced over to see what Dean was doing.

His brother was standing, a little hunched, hands in pockets, looking all the more suspicious for his trying to blend in.

The computer bleeped and Sam turned his attention to it, loading up the local news pages.

He drew a sharp breath inward then let it whistle out through his teeth.

Looking back up, he saw Dean running back towards him.

Pulling open the driver's side door, Dean jumped in and threw back the hood. "Things just got interesting" he gasped.

Sam turned the laptop to show him what he'd found.

"And then some, I'd guess" he told his older brother.


A/N...Give me a couple of days, I'll see if I can get the next chapter up. Reviews are the most wonderful incentive, and you can leave them anonymously. Just remember, I can't respond to anonymous reviews, but it doesn't mean they aren't completely appreciated!