Supernatural Passion: Hi... How are ya'll?

kingofrock1973: yea, it's our second chapter!

SP: YAY! We posted it... There's just a couple thngs you should know...

k1973:we don't own any of the familiar characters from the show. unfortuantly we do own Zack.

SP: Yuck! We also don't own Green River, Washington... We're not even sure that's where Deacon lives... But in this story it is :)

k1973:yeah, i wanted to check but...

SP: Whatever... She's blowing this way out of proportion... Anyway... Hope you enjoy this chapter...

Deacon walked quickly through the woods wanting to get into position as soon as possible. The ex-marine turned cop might not be a hunter but he was good to have in a tough situation. That coupled with the fact that Deacon knew these woods better than anyone was the only reason his old friend John Winchester was letting him help out. They needed to find the boys and the fastest way to do that was to enlist his help.

Besides, Deacon thought as he reached a tree he could easily watch the cave from. It was my fault the brats are in trouble in the first place.

Deacon had settled in Green River, Washington shortly after retiring from the marines with John. It wasn't long before he was tired of the retired life and really needed some action. So with very little thought he went into the police academy and joined the force. Seventeen years later he was the head of police and to his surprise he loved every minute of it.

Unfortunately a couple of months ago people in his town started turning up dead in the woods. Each victim had been torn to shreds and partly eaten. Most of his men thought they were dealing with a rogue bear; it was unlikely but not unheard of for one or two bears to be hanging around. Deacon disagreed; something wasn't right about these attacks. He knew enough about the supernatural to know this was out of his league. It was time to call in some help.

John arrived with his two boys three day later claiming it was a Wendigo. Whatever the hell that was. He had assured Deacon that it would be gone before the end of the week and he could go back to doing his normal small town sheriff routine.

"Gone by the end of the week my ass." Deacon muttered as he dragged himself up into the tree. It had taken two weeks and two more victims for John to admit that maybe they weren't dealing with a Wendigo. Deacon still had no idea what the hell that thing was.

It was John's youngest, Sammy, that suggested a werewolf was behind the attacks. At first John had disagreed, the lunar cycle wasn't right. But then a tenth victim was found…getting chewed on…by a giant wolf. There weren't any wolfs in this area.

"All right," John had said looking rather sheepish," Maybe it is a werewolf after all."

Deacon had just groaned and walked off. This was not turning out as he wanted.

It was two days later that the boys were taken. John had left them alone in the motel room while he and a friend he had called went out to check the town records. Both Deacon and Caleb, the friend, had told John that maybe Sam and Dean should go with them. Both sensed that something was off about this hunt and wanted to keep an eye on the kids. But John was in a 'we -need -to -finish -this -hunt -as -soon -as -possible' mood and since he and Sam were fighting again he felt that would be easier to do without his boys.

The three men returned that night to an empty trashed room with no sign as to where either boy could be. A frantic search through the near-by woods revealed nothing. It wasn't until this afternoon that they were approached by two strangers. A woman about five years John and Deacon's junior and a large bald man about Caleb's age. It was then that they found out it wasn't just one wolf they were dealing with. It was at least three.

Of course John had to lose his temper and shot the female full of silver. She had barely hit the ground before the other one changed and ran off into the woods. It was hopeless to try and follow. But they did know which direction he had gone in. And Deacon had known of a cave in that direction not far from town. Leaving the dead female lying in a puddle of blood, the five had headed off in what was hopefully the right direction.

Now, just half an hour later, Deacon and Caleb were scouting out the cave. John was following along behind ready to rush in if this was where the werewolves were staying. Deacon shifted in his tree. Something had moved near the entrance of the cave.

"Got ya." He whispered watching as three full grown wolves ran from the mouth of the cave and into the surrounding woods. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the walkie talkie he and his men used when they split up. Both John and Caleb each had another set making talking easier and faster.

"Johnny, we got them." He said. He turned his attention back to the Cave as he waited for John to answer.

"How many?" John's gruff slightly worried voice came out of the walkie talkie.

"Three. No sign of your boys though. They seemed like they were in a rush though, left the cave quickly."

"Damn it, they probably sensed us coming. Alright, catch up with Caleb and meet me down the path. Pastor Jim and Bobby called and should be here any minute. We'll check the cave then."

"You don't want to right now?"

John hesitated. Deacon knew he was more worried about his sons than he was letting on. He knew enough about John to know that every instinct was screaming to get his ass in that cave right now.

"No," He said finally. "There hasn't been any sign that the boys are hurt. And there might be more than those three wolves; no point in getting hurt ourselves. We wait thirty minutes if they aren't here by then we'll go on in."

"Ok." Deacon turned to climb back down the tree. He was so focused on what he was doing that he missed the two human forms limp out of the cave. With one last hop he landed on the ground and ran off in the other direction.

Dean gasped out in pain as he tripped for the third time and landed hard on his wounded leg. He managed to keep his grip on Sam but jostled his shoulder in the process and for a moment the world spun around him and his vision started going black. Taking a few deep breaths, Dean waited for the pain to fade once again before slowly raising to his feet. Pulling his brother up higher on his shoulder, he once again started making his way through the woods.

Hiking through the thick undergrowth was difficult on a normal day's basis. It was almost impossible to do now with his hurt calf and an unconscious little brother hanging off of him. Not to mention the fact that both were bleeding and Dean was worried that if Sam didn't get help soon, he was going to lose him.

"Hang on Sammy." Dean panted struggling to put one foot in front of another. He blinked rapidly as his world spun again and nausea threatened him. A few more steps and his leg gave out on him. Hitting the ground hard Dean lost his grip on Sam and everything really did go black for a couple of seconds.

"Dammit." He gasped, sitting forward and laying his head on the ground. The nausea was getting worse and it was all he could do not to throw up. Something was seriously wrong he could tell. Yes he was hurt bad but still, the burning sensation in his shoulder didn't feel right. And he knew that he shouldn't feel this sick even with his wounds, his leg wasn't really all that bad.

"De'n."

His little brother's strangled voice had Dean up and crawling toward him faster then he thought possible under the circumstances. Reaching Sam's side Dean was disappointed to see his eyes were closed once again. With a shaking hand he gently pushed Sam's sweaty bangs off his face.

"Hey, Sammy you in there? Come on buddy time to wake up."

Sam tossed his head back and forth. With a groan he struggled to open his eyes.

"That's it kiddo. Come on wake up."

Slowly, Sam's cloudy eyes opened and he blinked up at Dean. "Dean?"

"Yep, the one and only." Dean smiled down at him concerned with how hot his brother was.

Sam stared at him confused for a moment before he remembered what happened. To Dean's surprise Sam let out a scared gasp and tried to wiggle free from Dean's hands.

"Whoa, easy Sam! Calm down! You're going to hurt yourself more." Dean grunted holding his brother down with a hand on each shoulder. Ignoring Sam's moan of protest Dean lifted his shirt to get a look at his chest. And at once felt the urge to throw up again.

"Oh God." It was bad. Really, really bad. Sam's chest was one big mass of wounds. From his left collar bone down to his right hip was covered in blood. It was a miracle none of his organs were falling out at the moment. Dean swallowed to stunned to do anything right then. It was Sam moving that got his attention again.

"Stay still!" Dean snapped. He figured Sam was freaked and not aware of what he was doing. Dean really couldn't blame him. Turns out Sam was worried about something else.

"Dean,"

"I know, I know. Just stay calm." Dean muttered in a voice anything but calm.

"Dean." Sam was staring up at him with those damn puppy eyes and Dean was starting to lose it. They were out in the middle of nowhere with no help. He was hurting. And Sam…

Sam was fading way to damn fast.

Dean rubbed a hand down his face not sure what to do. Glancing frantically around for an idea Dean wasn't paying any attention to Sam for a second. It was Sam's next words that brought it back.

"Dean you…you got to kill me." Sam whispered.

Dean spun his head around so fast he thought he got whiplash. "Huh? What the hell Sam!"

"He, it, bit me. Not safe."

Dean literally felt his world crash around him. He had been so focused on getting them out of that cave that he somehow forgotten that they both had been bitten. Stupid. As if on cue his shoulder flared up again, the burning now turning into a strange freezing sensation. Like his wound was turning to ice.

Beneath him Sam stared up with wide frightened eyes. And Dean thought they were screwed before. "Alright calm down Sam. No one is dying. Got it?"

"But…"

"No buts. I got it covered ok?"

Sam weakly shook his head. "Don want a hurt you…dangerous."

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes. Obviously Sam didn't know that he had been bitten as well. Not that this was the time to worry about it. Talking had tired Sam out and he quickly slid into unconsciousness again, leaving a very worried older brother alone to try and stop the blood.

Dean slowly and painfully slipped out of his jacket hissing as it pulled at his wound. With it off, he gently laid it against Sam's chest hoping to stop the kid from shaking. He was so busy he almost missed the soft sounds of footsteps heading their way.

Spinning around Dean tried to jump to his feet. Once again dizziness assaulted him. He had just enough time to think 'Oh Shit' before everything went black and he fell to the ground.

SP: So that was it...

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