AN: A sasquatch like thank you to every one who read and those who reviewed. Sorry it took so long to get another chapter up, but here it is and I hope it doesn't disappoint. Enjoy reading!

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It was just after 5 am when Sam was abruptly woken from his rest. Instinctively grabbing for his ringing phone to answer it before it would wake Dean, he pushed himself up on one elbow. Dawn was just breaking and it was still pretty dark. He glanced at the caller ID and frowned.

"Luis? What's wrong?"

"We got another body," Luis replied, coming straight to the point. Sam sighed and heard Dean shifting in the bed next to his. He glanced at his brother who squinted at him, hair tousled and sticking in a zillion different directions.

"Heart missing?" Sam asked, laying the phone down to activate the speaker. "Dean can hear you, too," he informed his friend.

"Yeah, heart missing. Carbon copy of the previous two bodies. Only this time, it's a female." Luis' voice was weary. No doubt he'd been called in early.

"Anything new you found on the body that might give a clue?" Dean rasped still only half awake.

"Hey Dean," Luis greeted. "Maybe. Well, not on the body per se, but all the victims have been attacked and found in the same alley behind the same club."

The brothers looked at each other, both now wide awake. Dean swung his legs out of bed to sit facing Sam.

"You got the address?" Dean asked, while Sam reached for his laptop to fire it up.

"Yeah," Luis replied, reading it off the chart while Sam typed the location into the search engine.

"Alright, anything else?"

"You might say that. Sam, this latest victim was brought in by two of her friends who described the attack and claimed they got bit by the monster. I checked them over myself. There are no bite marks on either of them. Steve puts it down to sort of a stress reaction..."

"They say they were bitten but there are no marks on them?" Sam interrupted. "That's not good."

"Not good?" Luis sounded panicked. "How much not good?"

"Think of tripling the perps not good," Dean growled. "A werewolf bites someone, they get turned. And werewolves heal fast. So that bite mark will disappear quickly."

Luis was quiet for a moment. "Would that also apply for that first victim that we managed to save? I mean, he was not exactly bit, he was shredded..."

"Possibly," Sam sighed. "If he was just clawed up and the werewolf got interrupted before he could bite, he might be lucky. Does he seem to be healing faster than usual?"

"No, at least not until now. But I heard we're going to try and bring him out of the coma today. Those girls, they couldn't really describe what attacked them. One said it was a hairy man, like the jersey devil type, the other one said it was not human but animal."

"Are those girls still at the clinic, Luis?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure. The police are here, so yeah, I guess so."

"We'll be there asap," Dean said, grabbing his clothes and heading to the bathroom, leaving Sam to wrap up the call with Luis.

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The first thing Jesse was aware of was the lack of pain. He knew he was at a hospital, the smells gave it away. But in order to be in a hospital there would have to be pain. Unless... unless they had him on the good stuff. That must be it. But why was he here in the first place?

Memories started to invade his drug fogged brain. The club. He'd been at the club with Sheila. Then he went outside. Jesse tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't co-operate. Jesse kept trying because something told him he didn't want to remember what happened outside. He wasn't able to move his body, but he could feel the little hairs on his arms and legs rising to stand on edge.

An annoying beeping was mixing into this sensation. Jesse wanted to scream for help, but his body was still not listening to his orders. Come on, Jesse, scream!

Like a sledgehammer another memory hit the young man. He had wanted to scream; outside the club. He had heard something. A scream? No, a growl. He had turned. And he had seen something like piercing yellow eyes. That's when he had wanted to scream. He remembered now. But for the hell of it he couldn't recall if he had screamed.

The beeping in his ears became louder and more penetrating. Someone else must hear it and shut off his alarm. He's way too tired to do it himself, and he couldn't move a muscle. Jesse sighed mentally and tried to decide what to do next. Giving his eyelids another try, he concentrated on opening them. For a split second he felt them twitch, followed by an explosive, massive invasion of bright light, like a flash. Instinctively he screwed his eyes shut again as the brilliant white dissolved into a merciful black.

***sn***

"Luis?"

Dr. Luis Waiden looked up from the charts of Jesse Simmons he had just been studying and turned around. ER nurse Ashleigh Adams stood behind him, her blue eyes quickly glancing at Jesse, then scrutinizing him.

"Yeah, what is it, Ash?" Luis noticed a worried or confused expression in her eyes. He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Oh," Ashleigh started. "Um, do you know some animal attack experts, by any chance?" Animal attack experts? Luis' expression matched Ashleigh's in a frown.

"I'm not sure what you mean? Did Steve say he wanted to bring some in? In that case I'm afraid you'll have to google..."

"No," she interrupted him. "Nothing like that. But there are two creepy dudes at the front desk, saying they are experts for animal attacks, asking for you."

"Creepy?" Luis raised an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah, I don't know. They're not creepy looking. The one's really handsome. Both are actually. But the one...," she trailed off, briefly cracking an embarrassed smile. "Anyway, something about them is creepy. Can't say what, though. They've been asking for you."

"Did they give their names?" Luis had a feeling his friends had really laid it on thick to get a level headed girl like Ashleigh acting so confused.

"Oh, yeah... um, Sam Steele and Dean Remington, I think. Or was it the other way round?" She put a finger to her lips, thinking. "Anyway, Remington and Steele, what are the odds?"

"Yeah," Luis grinned. "They get that a lot. Yes, I know them. Thank you for letting me know they have arrived."

Ashleigh nodded and walked backwards before turning and going on her way. Luis replaced the chart of his patient back where it belonged and marched towards the front desk, chuckling quietly to himself. Remington and Steele... that could only be Dean's idea.

***sn***

Sam elbowed Dean inconspicuously when he was sure nobody was watching. His older brother had been watching the cute ER nurse walk off to find Luis with nothing short off a leer.

"What?" Dean growled softly, looking at his brother. "Nothing wrong with appreciating a fine body," he muttered. "Gotta have some fun once in a while. God knows you should try it yourself, Sasquatch."

"It won't help anybody if you're going to get us kicked out of here for bothering the personnel," Sam hissed under his breath. "Can't you control your hormones until you hit a bar?"

"Oh, I'm very much in control, Sammy," Dean smirked. "Best way to control them is to let them take the lead every now and then."

"It's Sam! And if you ask me you let them take the lead way too often."

"You just don't know how to have fun, Sammy," Dean continued, undeterred. Sam rolled his eyes and was ready to retort something when Luis showed up in the hallway, heading straight for them.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you," Luis said in way of greeting, putting one hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezing it. Dean shot him a glare that dared him to do the same to him. Luis just winked and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. "Remington Steele fan, are you?"

"What's going on, doc?" Dean replied, deflecting the challenge Luis put out in regards of their cover alias.

"Okay, okay, no smalltalk." Luis sighed and gestured his friends to walk along the main aisle towards an examination room. Once they had closed the door behind them, he half sat on the exam table. Sam walked past him and leaned against it, too, while Dean claimed the stool.

"Again, what's up, doc?" Dean repeated, a slight frown on his face.

"What isn't?" Luis sighed and took a deep breath. "I don't even know where to start to tell you."

"Start at the beginning," Sam suggested. "What happened this morning?"

"Front desk called at 3 am to get me in for the latest victim. Jack had requested me or Steve, but Steve was on an operation."

"Jack?" the Winchester brothers asked simultaneously.

"Dr. Jack Chambers, Head Pathologist here," Luis explained. "He did the autopsies you saw the copies of and really alerted us to this problem. The morgue isn't where we usually go if we have an open chest trauma. But he heard about it and let us know about the corpse he had gotten at the same time." Sam and Dean nodded.

"So you drug yourself out of bed and rolled here," Dean concluded. "What did Jack want to show you?"

Luis explained about the similarities of the wounds and repeated the accounts the two eye witnesses had given.

"As far as I know the police let them go home, but I managed to get my hands on their addresses," the doctor finished, stifling a yawn.

"How long is your shift still, Luis?" Sam asked, obviously a bit concerned about his friend. Luis glanced at his watch.

"Honestly, it only just really started since they called me in like five hours early. So it's about another eight hours till I get off." Sam exchanged a glance with Dean, who nodded.

"Okay, Luis, we'll go interview the girls. Maybe check out the alleyway, too. Just phone when you get home," Sam suggested while Dean had discovered the stool's spinning ability and tested the speed. Sam's breath hitched in exasperation and Dean stopped.

"What?" Dean growled in mock offense. "Dude can't have fun here?"

"Grow up, Dean," Sam muttered and took the piece of paper Luis offered him. It had the address of one Trisha Hopkins on it. Sam pushed himself off the exam table and headed to the door, hoping Dean would follow him without a scene. As he opened the door he almost collided with a pretty little red haired nurse.

"Whoa, slowly," Sam exclaimed, steadying the girl to prevent her from practically falling into the room. "Where's the fire?"

"Fire?" The girl frowned, catching her breath. "There's no fire. Is Dr. Waiden here?" She looked around Sam and smiled when she saw Luis.

"What's it, Rhonda?" Luis inquired, curiosity spiking his voice.

"Oh, there you are. Dr. Fowler has been looking for you. That open chest trauma patient of yours is awake," Rhonda explained without bothering to take a breath while talking.

"Steve is looking for me? Why didn't he page me?" Luis frowned.

"He just heard it himself when he was at the front desk fetching some forms. I saw you and these two gentlemen walking in here so I said I'd fetch you. Dr. Fowler walked up ahead to Mr. Simmons' room."

"Thank you, Rhonda. I'll be right there." Luis turned to his friends. "That's great news. Maybe he can tell us something." He turned to leave but Sam's hand on his arm held him back.

"I'm coming with you. I know what to listen for or what questions to ask to get the information we need," he explained firmly. Dean nodded behind him and Luis kept looking from the one to the other.

"I can get you in there alright, Mr. Steele, but what about your plans?" He indicated the paper in Sam's hand.

"Dean can handle it by himself, can't you?" Sam held out the paper which Dean promptly snatched from his brother's fingers.

"Sure I can, Sasquatch." Luis nodded, a tiny smile playing around his lips.

"Well, then let's go."

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Dean smiled and waved at the door that Trisha closed behind him. Taking two steps at a time he walked back to the Impala, brushing off a speck of dust that had settled on his suit. Good thing he could get out of that costume soon. He would hate to be stuck in one all the time like a real FBI agent.

Leaning against the shotgun door he glanced back at the house and saw Trisha's friend, Dinah, wave at him from one of the windows. He waved back and pulled out his cellphone, speed dialing Sam.

"You got anything?" he asked when Sam had picked up.

"Only thing this Jesse saw and remembered were piercing yellow eyes," Sam replied.

"Werewolf alright," Dean cringed.

"How about you?"

"Same thing. Yellow eyes, and a hairy human/animal attacker."

"We should check out its hunting grounds," Sam suggested.

"Pick you up in ten, Scully," Dean replied and ended the conversation before his brother could come up with a reply.

***sn***

Oliver Boone was walking through his club. It was early afternoon and the club was deserted as it should be. The cleaning brigade had left some twenty minutes ago. Everything looked ready for the next party. When he walked past the back exit, he heard a noise outside. Door of a car slamming shut.

He stopped short, listening. This back alley was a dead end, bordering on some wooded area. Only cars driving here were those going to the ware houses further down the road. But it was the weekend. It was usually quiet. Oliver went to the door, pulling out the key. He unlocked it and cracked it open a bit, just enough to peer out.

Two suited men were walking about, scrutinizing the ground, the surroundings. Oliver wasn't sure he liked it and was determined to find out what was going on. He opened the door wide, immediately drawing the attention of the two men.

"Hey, what's going on? Why are you sniffing around my back door?" Oliver challenged. The men in suits shared a look, then the shorter one pulled an ID out of his inside jacket pocket and flashed it at him, while stepping closer.

"Agent Remington, FBI. This is Agent Steele," he nodded to his partner, who flashed his own badge. FBI? Oliver wasn't sure he liked the feds outside his club. "We heard about the animal attacks that occurred here. Can you tell us anything about that?"

"I heard about that. It's unfortunate, because it's not good for business. But I can't help you there. I wasn't on the scene when they happened."

"You're right, that's unfortunate," the agent agreed. "We're just checking the area, trying to see if we can pick up some clues. So, if you don't mind..."

"Yeah, sure. Just... you can't be too careful." The club owner explained and then excused himself.

***sn***

"That was weird," Sam said a few moments after the doors had closed behind the club owner.

"Frigging right it was," Dean replied. "That dude was acting like he was hiding something." Sam nodded. "Bet he knows more than he lets on."

"You think?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Yup," Dean quipped, then started walking. He squinted his eyes and walked a few steps, where something on the curb of the road had caught his attention. Bending down, he picked up the small object with two fingers.

"What have you got there?" Sam asked with open curiosity, closing the distance to his brother. Dean turned towards him, holding the thing against the sun to get a good look at it.

"Not sure, but my bet is on a piece of werewolf claw," Dean surmised and then held out the piece to his brother. Sam picked up the fragment and examined it. After a moment he pulled out a white tissue to wrap the piece in.

"You know what?" Dean quirked an eyebrow at Sam's question. "I think you're right, Mulder."