HEY guys this is mage again with the second chapter. Please don't get use to the fast updates, lol. Sorry it does actually take me a long time to write a story, but I've had this story for awhile now and I thought it was about time to share it. I want to know what you guys truly think of this story and hope you review and let me know.

"Dad, where is she!" dean yelled as he packed his bag pressing redial on his phone. John only watched as his son continued to frantically try and call the girl, but he knew it was no use. It had been done.

"Dean.." john stated softly, but dean was to frantic and panicked to even listen as he reached her voice mail for the 20th time. "Erin, please call me…its dean, please don't make any descions until I get there...Please!" he yelled into the phone. John stood from his bed as dean grabbed his keys and hit redial once more.

"I've got to go dad."

"Dean"

"Don't try and talk me out of it, she needs me there!"

"DEAN!" john yelled as he grabbed his son by the shoulders, finally getting his eldest sons attention. John bit hip lip as he shook his head slowly, trying to find a way to explain to his son that he wasn't going to help the situation.

"Dean…you can't help her, its done"

("I'll take the first watch, you two get some sleep") she remembered saying after dean had fallen asleep. Remembering she had pulled a chair closest to the window so that she could keep an eye out for any other creatures who had smelled the brothers blood. It was now morning, which meant they were safe for now, until night time came and the moon showed brightly over the night sky.

She stretched her legs, pointing her toes to pop the joint in her knees. Sadly sitting in one place for long always made her joints ach. Trying not wake the two brothers she pulled the curtain back slowly, her gun placed out first as the sun shown through the darkly litted room. It was about 9 in the morning so the thought of a werewolf coming at the moment seemed unlikely until later.

Slowly she stood from her chair as she moved toward the bathroom. Dean wouldn't wake up unless he was forcible woken up, of course probably a train wouldn't even wake that man up. She smirked at the thought as she placed the pistol and machete back on the kitchen table where her other weapons were placed. Trying not to make to much noise, she removed her tank top, her necklace making a slight rattle, but the boys seemed unfazed, well that's what she thought.

Sam slight flinched at the rattling sound; his eyes glanced back at the now empty chair that Erin had been sitting at before he fell asleep. He turned his attention back to the sound of something unzipping as his eyes widened at what he saw. Erin had slowly unzipped her pants, UN buttoning the last button of her leather tight jeans.

Dean had woken up at the same time as Sam, he groaned at the throbbing headache that became a dull thud. Although the first thing he looked for was Erin, the girl he knew since he was 4 years old, and as he glanced to the side to see his brother only 4 years younger then him watching as Erin stripped her clothes in front of them both. Slightly taken aback by the more tone out body that stood before him, but also by the strange symbolic tattoo placed on her left shoulder blade and even by the devils trap tattoo placed right above the side of her hip on her belly.

"You know if you boys don't stop starring soon." She glanced back at both of the boys who faces looked flushed. She stood before them in only her black laced bra and tight black leather jeans with the zipper and buttons unhooked to reveal the black laced panty.

"I will have to kill you" and with that said she grabbed one of deans shirts and walked into the bathroom door glancing back at dean once before she slamed the door shut behind her and locking it.

Sam immediately sat up and turned towards his brother who had a big grin placed on his lips. but his eyes held a serious stare just like she had before she went into the restroom.

"Dean!" sam harshly stated to get his brothers attention. Dean nodded as he turned so that both brothers sat on the edge of the bed facing each other. "How do you feel?"

Sam asked remembering the serious injuries his brother had sustained. Although dean had a hard time focusing as they both heard the shower turn on.

"dean…?" dean focused once more looking down at his leg and looked at the part where the sharp wood had torn through his skin and pants. As he looked through the hole of his jeans he found no scar or hole for that matter. He even pressed his hands against his chest, remembering he had a broken rib but apparently nothing pained him.

"what did she do to you?" sam asked as he remembered how Erin had cut herself and let his brother drink her blood. He had heard rumors of humans having the ability to heal those who were near death, but never of a human giving blood to heal another.

Dean sighed as he went to stand. his body slightly sore from the night before as he moved to his bag on the table. Of course Sam immediately took noticed to how his brother continued to ignore the question.

"Its hard to explain, Sammy." It was actually something he couldn't tell his brother; Erin had made him swear not to tell sam about what she truly was. Sam couldn't understand what was so hard about it, but apparently something was going on between Erin and dean that sam wasn't sure about.

"it can't be that hard."

Dean chuckled under his breath as he heard the water stop running. If only his brother knew about what was really happening here, although the fact that she had ran into him was no coincident. "Hey Sam, go to the store and get me some food, I'm feeling a little hungry."

Sam really didn't want to leave, but he knew dean was only trying to get him out to have some alone time with erin. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as he realized why. Sam reluctantly gave in to his brother's wishes as he took his wallet that held his fake Id and credit cards, leaving dean alone in the room.

Deans mind raced as he leaned down, sitting on the wooden chair, placing his elbow on the table to support his head. Many questions such as why was she here, who was she with, why now of all times did she finally decide to see him.

He watched the doorknob slowly turn, his heart pounding loudly through his chest once she walked out of the steamed filled bathroom. He took in a deep breath as he completely took in the girl who had become a woman over the years. Her towel wrapped firmly around her B cup breast, barely covering her slim but firm ass. revealing the hour glass curve of her body to him. Her dark brown hair tangled in damped wet curls around her shoulders as sweat beamed down her flushed cheeks and exposed neck. Her golden hazel eyes were still the most favorite part of her body that he loved.

Erin took noticed to how dean sat near the table placing his hands back on his knees his eyes full of the one thing she was use to seeing since she was little, concern.

"where's Sam?" Erin asked as she grabbed another towel and began to dry her hair moving towards the small kitchen where she had placed her other bag on the counter, searching for some clothes. She really didn't want to wear deans clothes at the moment.

"he went to get something to eat" dean stated as he watched her move so gracefully, he forgot how she mesmerized him, no matter how many times he saw her he seemed entranced by her form.

"he needs to do something around here" he chuckled but he took notice to Erin tense as she pulled out a pair of black jeans and a dark green tank top.

"you were foolish last night, dean Winchester" she stated through gritted teeth as she shoved her dirty clothes back into the bag. Dean looked taken aback by her statement, but he figured it had to deal with the werewolf last night.

"what? The fur ball was no match for me and Sam, we would have…" but before he could finish his sentence Erin slammed her fist on the kitchen counter, her golden eyes glaring into deans green ones. "How can you think like that, you almost got you and your brother killed! Your hunters for crying out loud!"

Dean watched as she turned around leaning the mid of her back against the counter top, one hand placed over her eyes while the other folded over her chest. Dean didn't know what to do, so instead of sitting there quietly he stood from his seat wincing at the sourness in his rib cage.

This girl was not like any of the others he had met before, this woman was different, she knew him more then when it came down to physical touch. She once knew his pain, his secrets, his dreams. And like him he knew her too.

Erin sighed as she tried to calm herself down, this was the first time in the last two years since she saw dean, and the first time in years since she saw Sam. She had tried her best to stay away from the brothers, but the dreams continued to get worst the farther she got away from them. She lifted her gaze from her hand to look into the handsome face that was known as dean Winchester.

Taking noticed to his worn out blue jeans and his black shirt that clinged to his hard rock body that always sent shivers down her spine. Of course with the steal silver ring held on his right finger and with the familiar necklace placed around his muscled neck line that resembled the one she wore. His broad chin and thin lips always caught her eyes; even his short brown hair and green eyes always turned any woman's head.

Erin and dean could feel the tension build between their bodies as he slowly moved closure to her. This tension was not just anger or rage building between them, it was something more and they both wanted it.

Two years had passed between them and yet they both could feel radiating from in-between them, anger, but it was also deep sexual tension.

"you could've been killed" she whispered trying to retain the flame and anger she had built for awhile as she remembered what she saw in her nightmare.

"how did you know where I was?" dean asked his voice low as if not wanting the walls to hear him speak. She watched as he moved his hand to caress her cheek, but she pushed it aside her anger fully returning to her.

"you shouldn't have to ask me that" she glared back at him, knowing fully well that dean knew of her abilities "although I want to know what the hell you both were thinking taking on a werewolf"

dean was starting to get mad, he was probably one of the best hunters known to many, and for her to question him irked him.

"hey that hairball was getting what was coming to him, and that's not the point, why did you come here."

Erin sensed where he was going with this question, but bringing it up would only bring bad memories to her and dean.

"you just show up randomly out of the blew after two years and expect me to listen to you" dean was officially angry and they both knew it. "You can't just randomly tell me after all these years what to do, especially after…."

Dean winced as he felt something hot slap across his cheek, it had been Erin. Bringing that up was a taboo to her especially and she wasn't about to talk about it now.

"I came because I saw you die, you son of a bitch!" she yelled at him his head still tilted to the side as he listened to her words. "I came because I saw what it did to you and what it would have done to Sam if I hadn't shown up" she could feel hot tears build at the corner of her eyes, a few drops slowly flowing down. "so don't you dare blame me for your dumb ass mistake!"

dean glanced up at her, her eyes full of hate and rage from his words. She was being sincere and he knew it. But he could also see lust glazed over her eyes even as she stood there before him.

"maybe I should just disappear agia….!" Before Erin could stop him she felt his lips roughly claim her owns in a deep kiss. She gasped as she felt his right hand move to the side of her neck to pull her closure while the other grabbed her ass firmly in his hand and hoisted her up to wrap her legs around his hips grinding his pelvis against her own.

A part of her wanted to stop this before Sam got back, but as soon as she felt his tongue brush against her lips, demanding for entrance, she complied without complain at the feeling of his tongue entering her cavern to brush against her own. She pulled him closure to her body as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightening her hold around his waist.

Dean didn't know what was coming over him, but he needed this release and he knew she needed it too. There was to much sexual tension for them to be even in the same room without touching each other.

"Dean …" she moaned against his lips as she felt him push her on top the kitchen counter, her legs still wrapped around him as he grinded his harden erection against her exposed clit. She could feel his hardness from behind his pants and it was making her head spin at the thought of having him inside her again.

The only thing keeping him from sheathing himself completely inside her at that moment was his clothing. She only had her towel on so at least that would be the simplest part.

Dean pulled away from her warm lips, quickly removing his shirt feeling her fingertips grip the hem of it to help him get it off faster, although it made him more anxious at the feeling of her fingertips brush against his bare chest. He wanted to take his pants off already, but he watched as she cupped his face between her hands, pulling him closure once more so that he could kiss her.

The kiss this time wasn't rough or urgent it was soft and gentle as she nibbled on his lower lip, letting her hands move behind his head scrapping the back of his skull. He shivered at the feeling, for some reason he didn't like it when others did it, but when Erin scrapped her fingertips against his hair slowly and sensually he felt his body get excited even more. Every other woman had finger nails causing scratches every where, but he liked how her fingertips felt against his skull, she had no claws. He moaned at the feeling of her chest pressing against him as he pulled her closure.

("she sure knows how to Handel a man…")

Although the thought of someone else touching her made his chest growl, but the feeling of her hands moving to his pants completely erased that thought.

Erin moaned against his lips ad she went to pull off his belt, while he slowly began to remove her towel. She wasn't sure where this would leave them after, but at the moment she didn't care as dean began to slip the towel from her chest..

"wait.." dean stopped as he glanced up into Erin's eyes which seemed clouded with something else.

"what?" he asked breathlessly, wanting to continue as he began to nuzzle into her neck only to be pushed away again.

"your brothers coming" was all she had to say before she quickly tied her robe once more to her body slipping down for the counter before she grabbed one of deans button up shirts . she liked how it didn't clinged to her body, deans shirts always suited her just fine, and plus she liked his scent.

Dean watched as she quickly stripped before him, not making it any easier for him to control himself as the white towel slipped slowly down her back as if teasing him.

"Lucky towel " he growled to himself. He winced as he took noticed to the marks on her back, some of them he remembered clearly where she had gotten them from, but there were a few new ones that he couldn't quiet remember.

Once Erin had completely button up deans shirt, although it still showed a lot of cleavage, Sam suddenly walked in with a bag full of chips and a box with hamburgers inside.

Sam had expected something to be going on as soon as he walked in through the door, but the only thing different was that dean already had his shirt off, while Erin wore one of deans older shirts, her damp locks getting the back of it wet.

"this is akward" sam thought to himself, before he placed the food down on the counter as he glanced from one person to the other. Dean seemed out of breath while the girl only looked a little flushed, but not completely embarrassed.

"good, I'm starving." Dean was about to grab his favorite beacon cheeseburger, but before he could grab it erin had taken it from the box and was now slowly unwrapping it.. Dean glared at her, everyone knew better then to keep dean away from his beacon cheeseburger. Only a smirk graced her lips as she took a bite out of the cheeseburger slowly and seductively, she lived to tease him. dean couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched her do this.

Sam only rolled his eyes as he took a seat at the kitchen table. Opening his laptop to research about the werewolf they witnessed last night. John, sam and dean hunted a werewolf when they were only kids, but he couldn't remember them looking like they did last night. Werewolves usually transformed and sustained human form not really transforming to much like the wolves they saw last night.

"hmmm" he hummed to himself as he took a fry from the bag and nibbled on it. "what is it, sam?" dean asked as he went back behind the counter and grabbed his tossed off shirt his eyes still on erin. Erin went to stand next to the beds as she grabbed her black girl boxers and slowly pulled them on, knowing fully well that dean was still watching her. she didn't know why, but everything seemed to be going back to the way it had been two years ago before…

"did you find something else on the werewolves" she quickly stated before those memoriese came back to her once more. sam only quirked an eyebrow as if frustrated with something.

"I still don't get it, me, dad, and dean have seen werewolves before, but none of them are like this."

"what do you mean?" dean asked a little confused as he tried to recall the first werewolf he witnessed. "their the same, aren't they?"

"well people make up stories all the time saying that werewolves actually have the hair, fangs, and abilities as a wolf or can transform their bodies into a wolfs, but we only known them as humans by day and werewolves during the lunar cycle." He typed a few more times " last night the wolves were like the creatures in the story, but the regular ones we've faced have always had the form of a human and just claws…"

Before sam could continue erin had moved toward the kitchen counter and pulled out a journal. The journal was similar to the one their father had given them, but the one she held was a lot more thicker do to the massive papers inside it was even more worn out then their dads. Erin placed the journal on the table and flipped open to the part with a piece of fur and scribbled writing on the page.

"if you two had looked deeper you would have found this" dean and sam looked down at the old journal taking noticed that it belonged to erins father, and probably grandfather before that. Sam pushed his brows together as he took note to the hand writeing.

"this can't be right, is it?" he question glancing back at erin who had her arms folded over chest while her hand help up the burger for dean to take, which he did gladely.

"wait I thought shape shifters could only change into humans?" dean asked, Sam was a little puzzled about that statement but agreed.

"Shape shifters were originally designed to shape itself into animals or anything that it can copy, but there origins came from these shape shifters." Sky stated, rolling her eyes at how little the boys actually knew about the world about

"I guess some of those stories weren't lying after all." Erin stated as she walked over to her bag once more and grabbed her shirt and pants. "Stated back to the 17-1800s werewolves always had the ability to transform into wolfs, that's where the shapeshifter rumor began to unfold, because they could turn into other animals too. But most shapeshifter took the form of wolves because of not only the indivdual power of the wolf, but also the power of the pack."

"so that's why there were 2 adult forms, and 2 child like ones" stated sam as he recalled the smaller children at the stop stair case.

"I'm not finished" erin said as she moved to the bathroom to change, leaving the door open so that she could continue talking. Dean sat at the other end of sam not wanting to tempt himself anymore then he already had, his mouth filled with beacon. "shapeshifter in the beginning not only had the ability to take on the form of a wolf, but also manipulate the shape of the body, that's why the werewolf you saw last night had the form of a wolf, but the body of a man, it was an elder wolf not a new one. These creatures go almost back to civil war times when the indians still claimed the west."

Sam and dean glanced at one another slightly confused "so your saying the werewolves we saw last night have been alive since the 18th century, that doesn't make any sense…"

"yeah, I mean don't werewolves age like we do?" dean questioned glancing back to see erin return from the bathroom.

"yes they do, but these werewolves are different still. Werewolves of today don't hunt in packs and most certaintly don't have the ability to transform into a wolfs body." Erins eyes softened a bit. "my father would call these new werewolves new bloods, because they aren't as smart and don't have the same abilities. The werewolves that could transorm and take on a prey in packs were called old bloods. My father met one and became an allie to them so he learned a lot about taking down old bloods and new bloods."

Dean watched as erin brushed her fingertips along her fathers old journal the sudden image of her and her father years ago suddenly came to mind. "my father also spoke of how old bloods could breed with humans and continue the bloodline through the ages. So the new bloods are created through a bite, while the ones you saw last night were born with the werewolf blood in their veins."

Sam pondered on the new nology erin had given them, it seemed odd and yet he was not surpriesed. Dean on the other hand just grabbed one of his guns from the bag and pulled out a few of the shells for it.

"well if you two nerds are done with the history lesson we can talk about how we're gonna take down the son of bitches before the lunar cycle ends." Dean stated as he pulled at the silver shells that he placed in the holder. Erin watched as he did this and rolled her eyes.

"you know silver bullets won't kill it unless you have over 100 bullets to pierce it directly in the heart." Dean and sam paused glancing back at one another before they turned back to look at erin who was pulling on holster behind her back like the ones cops wore to hold their guns under their jackets. Erin then moved to the table and pulled on the silver machete that gleamed at her touch.

"you need" erin sliced a long cut on her hand, causing both boys to flinch and sit up immediately. "stop that!" dean yelled as he pulled the machete from her and grasped onto her bleeding hand.

"devils trapped blood" she whispered as she spilled it on the other silver shells causing them to shine brightly at the contact. Dean brows furrowed together as he grabbed the cloth Sam held out and wrapped it around her hand.

"what are you talking about?" Sam questioned a little taken aback by erins actions as dean continued to wrap the wound tightly. Erin on the other hand pulled the bottom of her shirt up to reveal the devils trap tattoo placed on the side of her lower belly.

"when a person wears this tattoo the devils trap personal barrier begins to not only protect me, but also my blood….its the one thing my father told me to get when I turned 10." Dean and Sam both looked confused, not understanding the existent of her nology apparently. Erin pulled away from dean to go into the bathroom but turned to look at the boys.

"let the blood soak into the shells and then will move out"

Hey guys I probably wont update next chapter till the end of January, I have to finish my other two first before I update a third, but as soon as I update those I will most defiantly update this. Please review.