...Just Gives Me One Hell Of A Heart Attack

AN: sorry the last few chapters have been so short. Making up for it in the next chapter. And FF's being dickish and throwing another fit, so it won't let me reply to Reviews so: Cold Kagome: No vampires, he wouldn't be out in the middle of the day in a muscle shirt if he was one, and he sure as hell wouldn't be playing basketball with werewolves. Anyways, he'd die if something tried to turn him besides a werewolf. She is simply really red (Native American tan) and he's White, plain and simple.

"Whatever Doesn't Kill Me"~ Finger Eleven

Don't mistake the silences

There's so much I haven't said

It's not that quiet in my head

But I can't even tell you that

Whatever doesn't kill me

Doesn't make me stronger

But I'm not gonna give up yet

And if these walls should weaken

I'm still strong enough to know

I'm gonna build them up again


"Dean."

Apperantly the kid heard me because he looked at me for a few seconds. He countined to play though, throwing 5 3 pointers in a row, no problem.

The girl went back into the game after pouring a bottle of water down her neck then shaking her hair, simillar to how a dog would dry itself off after a bath or swim. Those two were a team that couldn't be beaten.

The game broke up and some of them started to put hoodies and other clothes on. The kid that looked like Dean walked over to me.

"Who are you and how the hell do you know my name," He asked, snarled really, hate and anger in his voice.

I gulped down air then looked at the kid. I knew damn well if he was Dean, he probably didn't remember me. "No one, you just kinda, reminded me of my little brother. Sorry man."

"Calm down there tiger, Sam's Annalees' charge for now," A guy with curly pale brown hair growled at Dean, putting a hand on his left shoulder. "Andy Gallagar, this dude's older bro."

Sam knew that Andy wasn't actually Dean's older brother, family wise. Andy was most likely Dean's mentor in the pack. Sam had never wanted to be a big bro since Dean and the other kids had been kidnapped. "Little old to be a little brother? Shouldn't he have his own little brother or sister by now?"

Dean sluked off, huffing. "He's a little pissy since after his first 5 attempts at getting the Hunt were stopped by fights and games, we're getting him the Hunt later today."

"Damn, I've never seen someone have their Hunt postponed so much," Sam whispered, looking at the kid who could possilbly be his little brother.

No, you're brother is dead. He's been MIA for too long to still be alive,the little voice inside my head told me.

Fuck off,I hissed at it.

Andy's eyebrow raised up, watching Dean and the girl walk towards the lake. "You're can come if ya want," he told me. "Not very often we get outsiders here to witness a Hunt."

I thought about it for a moment. "Sure man," I replied, not really wanting to miss a Hunt, even if it wasn't my own pack. He pulled a Sharpie out of his pocket and wrote on my arm: Township Woods, 12:00.

"So, why are you here?" Andy asked, putting the Sharpie in the back pocket of his jeans, that look like someone had taken a can opener and bleach to them. I pointed towards the field across from the park. "Oh, right, you're the Hunter that's looking into whatever the hell killed that girl."

I nodded then opened my mouth. "You know of anything besides the pack that could possibly be here?" I asked him.

Andy shook his head, revealing a cuff on his left ear and his eyebrow was peirced twice. "Check around though tonight, someone was bound to notice something out of the ordanary," He suggested.

"I'll do that," I told him, then looked at Dean, who was just disappering out of site with the girl on the bike path that went up to Apple St. "So, why was Dean all pissed I knew his name?"

Andy frowned then looked at the lake. "He hasn't gone by that name in years. He hates being called it." There was a little pain in his voice.

"Why?" I asked him, leaning against the chain fence.

"He use to have really bad nightmares, of a man being slaughtered, by a shadow, he just kept yelling 'Dean'. One night, he was almost killed, by whatever he'd seen in his dream. It brings back really bad memories for him," Andy explained, his lips pulling into a line across his face. "Kid goes by his middle name now, Michael."

Total coincidence that he had a dream like that, my inner wolf growled at me. Your brother is dead, they all are. You're the last of them.

I looked down at the tattoo, that had my brother's name, birthdate and death date, on my wrist. Maybe.


There's one more thing left to try

(And it just might work)

It scares me that you know why

(And I don't know what's worse)

Despite my only true desire

I just can't keep an open mind