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Sam and I walked into the Grantsburg Memorial Hospital and headed right up to the nurses station. We pulled out and flashed our badges.
"We're looking for a John Doe that was admitted here a few days ago."
"He's a skinny, Ichabod Crane-looking kind of guy." I described. The nurse nodded.
"Know just who you mean. Room 113, Agents."
"Great thanks."
"He sure is a popular fella." We headed in the direction of room 113. We entered the room and saw Dean standing over a man. Sam positioned himself right beside the hospital bed. Sam had told me that this man was a really good friend named Garth. It was a while before anyone spoke.
"I saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire." Sam said. "You?"
"Yeah." Dean responded. "Where you guys coming from?" He asked.
"New Mexico. " I said.
"Well thats a haul. Especially considering that I've pretty much got this covered. So if you guys wanna..." he made a clicking noise.
"You spoken to him yet? " Sam questioned.
"No. Assload of painkillers. He's been out since I got here." Sam noticed a pair of handcuffs holding Garth to the bed.
"What's he being charged with?"
"Killing a cow. "
"Why? " I asked.
"I was about to see if I could find out. Lock the door. " Sam locked the door and came to stand beside me. Dean pulled a needle out from behind him.
"Woah, hey what is that? Is that adrenaline? "Sam asked
"Yes sir. "
"Are you trying to jump start him or kill him? "
"I want answers. He walked out on Kevin, he walked out on us. So if you've got a better idea." Sam thought for a moment before slapping Garth across the face. Garth sat up and began screaming. He looked at each of us.
"Dean? Sam?" His eyes stopped on me. "Who's this? What is this? A hospital? Wait. Am I In heaven?" Dean spoke up and answered Garth's questions.
"All right take it easy Garth. Her name is Avi. You're in Wisconsin."
"You were hit by a car. Do you remember anything? "Sam asked. Garth gasped and groaned.
"Vaguely." He went to rub his head, but was stopped by the handcuffs.
"What's with the hardware?" He asked
"You tell us. And while you're at it, why don't you give us a low down on where you went AWOL for the past six months. Dean explained while Sam undid the handcuffs
"The only way we tracked you down was that you offed a cow." Dean continued.
"Offed a what? "Garth asked "I...I was on a hunt. "
"Hunt for what? "I asked.
"Oh, no. Oh, get back." He began gagging. "Oh, God." He ripped the blanket off and stumbled to the bathroom.
"Good thing I didn't give him the adrenaline. " Dean said. We listened to the sounds of Garth throwing up for a while before Dean spoke up.
"Anything on Gadreel?"
"actually, yeah. Turns out he... He left some grace in me before he bolted."
"You know how wrong that sounds, right?"
"I wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it."
"Hmm."
"What? "
"Nothing. I'm gone for two weeks and you're like an episode of Teen Mom. "The sounds of retching and gagging grew louder.
"Just breathe Garth. Work it out. " Dean yelled. He dropped his head to his chest and started shaking it. His shirt sleeve rode up and revealed what looked like a burn.
"What happened to your arm?" I asked. He moved the sleeve up to reveal the entire Mark.
"Oh... That's... That's a gift from Cain."
"Like...the wrestler?" Sam asked. Dean scoffed.
"I wish. That would be awesome. No, the... old testament dude. He got all biblical on me and gave me his mark."
"What does that even mean? How did that even happen?" Sam fired.
"Crowley and I found him and he gave me this, so that I could 86 Abaddon once and for all." Dean explained.
"You worked a job with Crowley?"
"The devil you know." The sounds of gagging had stopped. I was the first to stand and go to the bathroom.
"Garth?" I asked as I opened the door, Sam and Dean behind me. The bathroom was empty, the window open.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed before turning and running out. Sam and I followed him. We exited the hospital through the front door.
"Why would Garth run from us?" Dean asked
"Why haven't we heard from him for the last six months?" Sam replied. "Did you test him?"
"He was unconscious! No, I... He steal a car?" We came across a hospital gown laying in the parking lot.
"Did he steal a car naked?" I asked. Dean pointed to a security camera.
"Avi and i will see what we can find on those cameras. Why don't you go talk to Farmer Brown? See about that cow."
"Yeah." Sam headed towards the car, Dean and I headed back to the hospital. I showed my badge at the nurses desk.
"What can I help you with?" The nurse replied.
"My partner and I would like to see the footage from your security camera you have facing the parking lot." I responded. She nodded and called down to security.
"Hey Tom. Yeah. Everythings good. Listen I'm gonna be sending two agents in to view some security tapes. Uh huh. I'm sending them right now. Kay. Thanks." She hung up the phone. "Its just around this corner here." I nodded my thanks and we set off for the security room. We were greeted by Tom, who showed us the monitors. Dean asked for privacy and Tom complied.
"When did you get so confident with the cover story?" He asked me. I shrugged. We reviewed the tapes until we found what we were looking for. We printed the screen and left the room. Tom was watching the nurse talk to someone and when he saw us leave, he headed back into his office. Deans phone rang. I could hear Sam's voice over the phone.
"So, the cow wasn't just killed, it was eviscerated. "
"So why was Garth there?"
"He said he was on a hunt, right? Maybe he was hunting what ever killed it. "
"That still doesn't explain why he ran." I piped up.
"This whole thing is starting to stink, you know that right?"
"Yeah. Well what about you two? Any luck? "
"Nada. Cameras were pointed in the wrong direction." Dean responded, staring at the picture of Garth. I stopped in my tracks. Why had he lied?
"You're kidding?"
"Wish I was."
"So, Garth's a hunter. If he wants to stay gone, he's gone."
"Well, what can I say Sammy? We lost this one. Send us a postcard." He turned around an ambulance and ran into Sam. I ran to catch up with them. Sam took the papers out of Dean's hands. He examined them.
"Wow. Make, model, license plate. Really Dean?"
"I told you we can't hunt together. Its for your own good."
"I hear you. And after we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, I'm gone. But until then, no more games." Dean looked at me and nodded.
"Ride belongs to a Beth Meyers who lives next town over." I explained. We all got in the impala and drove to the address listed for Beth Meyers.
Standing outside the door, our pistols drawn, Dean kicked down the door and we entered.
"Woah woah woah. Hey guys." Garth yelled. He was standing in front of a table with clothes piled high upon it. We moved closer.
"I can explain, everything's cool. Just a simple misunderstanding."
"Who are you talking to? "
"What? "
"The girl? " Dean questioned.
"What... What girl? " Dean walked forward to the table and pulled a bra out of the pile.
"What the... What now? " Garth stammered. Dean motioned with his hand to check the room.
"Avi, keep watch on him. " I nodded and re-adjusted my pistol.
"All right, all right, guys, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down." Sam and Dean found nothing during their search.
"You see? Let's all be grown-ups here and have an adult conversation. " Garth tried to calm the situation down. A snarling could be heard behind Sam and a woman burst out of the closet, teeth bared. Dean and I raised our guns when she grabbed Sam, but Garth knocked them out of our hands.
"No!" Sam had drawn his silver knife and the girl cut her arm on it.
"Sam. Sam, please, dont hurt her." Garth pleaded.
"What are you doing! She's a werewolf! " Dean cried.
Garth swallowed. "So am I." He said. Sam, Dean, and I looked at each other while Garth got a paper towel and some disinfectant. He began dabbing at her wound.
"Its ok baby. Hold it like that." He instructed.
"What are they doing here Garth?" She questioned.
"They're friends. I promise. "
"They're hunters." She countered.
"All right, we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. So lets do things right. " Garth said as he turned to face us.
"Boys, and Avi. This is Bess, my beloved. And Bess, thats Dean. He could start a fight in an empty house, but deep down inside, he's just a big, old teddy bear. Avi, she's an angel, now I never met her before this day, but the way they talked about her. She's a sweetheart. And Sam here, Sam can be a bit insecure, at times but for good reason. Bless his heart." Garth introduced us.
"Thats sweet . Werewolf?" Dean asked
"Alright guys look. About six months ago, I was outside Portland, Maine, hunting this big bad Wolf. I took him down, but he bit me in the process."
"And you didn't call one of us? "
"And tell you what? That I messed up? No, I knew the deal. There's no cure so I accepted my fate. Ate my favorite dish of Egg Foo Young, watched the world's greatest movie, Rocky lll, and then... was ready to eat a bullet when Bess found me." Garth explained.
"And how did she do that?" I asked
"Smelled him. How else?" Bess answered.,
"Yeah, she talked the gun out of my mouth, and as they say, the rest is history. We've been married for four months now." Garth couldn't take his eyes off Bess.
"You're married? " sam questioned.
"To a werewolf?" Dean continued.
"Yes. And my pack has taken him in as one of our own." Bess answered. We glared at Garth.
"Guys, its not what you think. We dont hurt people."
"No, you just go all Wolverine on cattle." Dean retorted
"Yeah." Garth looked sheepish.
"At least he's not eating human hearts." Bess defended.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for a bitten to control his instincts like Garth does? How well he's doing. "She continued.
" Thank you baby. "
" Well it's the truth honey bunny. " The pet names were making me uncomfortable.
"Wait. A "bitten"? You're all bitten." Sam questioned
"Not at all. You're either born to it, like I was, or you're bitten, like Garth." Bess explained.
"Wait, you were born a werewolf? " I asked. Bess nodded at me.
"Second generation."
" Garth can we talk to you for a sec, alone? " Dean asked. "Honey why don't you go find some ointment for that arm. " Bess left the room and as soon as she was out of earshot, Dean asked.
"What the hell?"
"Look, I know you guys wanna shoot first and ask questions later, but I checked everything out. This pack is clean. Everything's kosher. "
"Right. Minus the part where your wife attacked me. " Sam added.
"Yeah because you three came busting in here like a house on fire!" Garth exclaimed. He did have a point.
"Guns waving, the jawlines and the hair. It's very intimidating. What'd you expect? "
"He does have a good point. " I said.
"Dean no one wants any trouble, you got my word on that. " Dean shook his head.
"Oh no. That ship has sailed. We're gonna need a hell of a lot more than your word."
"Okay, okay. Tell you what, you want proof? Come pray with us." Dean looked confused. But he agreed and we followed Garth and Bess to the church.
" Avi. Time to let Uncle Metatron take the wheel. Night night." What? Before I could say anything I felt my body grow rigid, then relax slightly.
"Hey Avi?" Dean asked, looking at his passenger.
"You ok? " She nodded.
"Just not one to usually pray. " She gave a small smile and went back to looking out the window. Dean picked up his phone, which had started ringing.
" You guys there? "
" Yeah, just pulled up. Nothing too sketchy yet. " They exited the car.
"That's a good thing right? "
Dean handed Avi her pistol loaded with silver bullets and she tucked it into her waist band.
"Not betting on it. "
" Or are we just that jaded? Maybe Garth's right."
" Well ain't you a glass half full. Any luck with the cops? " Dean and Avi began walking to the front door.
" Sheriff should be rolling up any second. Be careful."
" Yeah. " They reached the front door. Voices singing could be heard from outside. Avi was the first on the step, so she knocked. The door opened to reveal an older woman.
" You must be Avi. And you must be Dean." Dean had come to stand beside Avi. " I'm Joy. Garth's mother-in-law. Stepmother-In-Law. Which I always thought sounded so silly. " She opened the door to allow Dean and Avi entrance.
" Please come in. We're just finishing up. "
"Why don't you just tell Garth we're here. " Dean asked.
" Dean, you have my word, you two are safe under my roof. I only ask the same in return. After all, I'm not the ones caring silver. " She stepped away from the door and the two entered. They stood leaning against the wall while the hymns were finished. The song finished.
"Thank you Brother Garth. Wonderful accompaniment, as usual. "A man spoke. " And I'll see the rest of you in the pews, 9:00 AM sharp. No stragglers... Sister Amelia." A light chuckle passed through the group and they began to file out. Garth noticed Dean and Avi standing by the wall and he ran to them.
"Hi. So, what'd I tell you? It's all good, right? "
" Everyone here's a wolf? " Dean asked.
" Yeah." Garth answered.
"Yeah, not all good. "
"Oh, come on Dean. You just gotta meet them. That's Russ and Joba, Bess' first cousins on Sister Joy's side. That's Reverend Jim, Bess' dad. Leader of the pack and a good man." Reverend Jim came over to the group.
"Avi? " She nodded. "Welcome. " He held out his hand for her to shake and she took it. He turned to Dean.
"Dean isn't it? Welcome." He held out his hand for Dean to shake, but Dean refused. " Jim Meyers. Folks usually call me-" He began
"Reverend Jim. Yeah I got it."Dean interrupted.
" Oh, my bad. Dean's got this crazy fear of germs." Garth lied when Jim closed his hand and brought it back to his side.
"I understand your apprehension, Dean. Hunters and our kind don't have the best history together." Jim said.
"But I think you'll find we're not much different from you. " Joy added.
"Oh, Sister, I highly doubt it. " Dean replied
"Why don't we break bread and see? " Jim proposed.
" Why would we do that?" Avi asked. Jim smiled and left the room, Joy in tow. Garth turned to Dean and Avi.
"Dean! Avi! " He said in a harsh whisper.
" What? " They answered in unison. Soon they sat around the table, the only two plates with cooked meat on them. Joy walked around the table, serving each plate a raw cow heart.
"Now everybody, eat up. But make sure you leave room for pie." She instructed.
" Sister Joy's pies are famous throughout the Badger State." Jim complemented.
" Mm! Dean loves pie. " Garth spoke up. Dean glared at him like he had given away a secret to the enemy. The werewolves dug into their raw meat.
" Don't you guys say grace? " Avi asked.
" We're more spiritual than we are religious. We believe, much like the American Indians did, that nature and man are one." Jim explained.
" Yeah that really worked out well for them. " Dean quipped. Garth glared at Dean. Avi noticed each werewolf wearing a silver bullet around their neck. She kicked Dean under the table and he turned his attention to her. Her hand went to her protection necklace and she began fiddling with it. Dean took the hint and looked at each person's neck and saw the silver bullet.
" Why are a bunch of werewolves wearing silver bullets around their necks?" Dean spoke up. Garth coughed.
" We don't use the "w" word around here. We prefer the term "lycanthrope"" Garth corrected.
" " We"?" Dean asked
" He's entitled to his opinion, Garth." Jim placated.
" Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible. This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truly are." Bess explained.
" Yeah, but doesn't silver burn? " Avi asked.
" Yeah it does a bit. That's kind of the point. It reminds us of our fragility. " Garth answered.
" My daughter, Bess, " Jim began. " Was born a lycanthrope. It was one of the proudest days of my life. Which soon turned tragic, when a hunter killed my wife. Believe me when I tell you, I wanted to make someone pay. Then, I looked at Bess... And I realized the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it, ever." Dean nodded.
" Yeah, no, I get it."
" So I chose to look forward, not backwards. And the minute I did that, the powers that be brought this beautiful, compassionate, amazing woman into my life. And she helped me raise a little baby girl, add if Bess were her own. " Jim gushed. Joy placed her hands on her chest.
" I can't take all the credit. Daddy had a hand in it too. He saw your potential. "
"'Daddy'?" Avi asked.
" My father, bless his soul, was the previous Reverend of our church, the third generation in our family to serve." Joy told.
"So you're forth generation werewolf? " Dean asked. Joy smiled and nodded.
" Yes. " The room went silent as they finished their meals. After pie had been served and eaten, Bess and Joy began to clear the table. Dean nudged Avi under the table and nodded his head towards the girls. Avi stood up.
" Let me help you two. " She asked.
" No, no, no. You're our guest, you don't have to. " Joy said.
" Oh I insist. " She took some plates from Bess and the trio moved to the kitchen. Once the plates were deposited, Joy asked Avi if she wanted to sit in the living room and have a chat. Avi agreed. They moved to the living room.
"So how did a young thing like you become a hunter? " She asked. Avi thought for a moment.
" My dad is a good friend of Dean's and he would watch me when my dad was doing business. When I was 14 Dean started training me to be a hunter."
" Oh. And how old are you now? " Avi thought. She was 14 in 2008, it was 2014 now. A 6 year difference.
"I'm 20. Just about 21." She answered
"Wow. So young. Do you ever wish you could get out? " Avi shook her head. " Why not dear? "
" I did get out at point. Wasn't all its cracked up to be." They heard a commotion coming from the kitchen and Dean entered the living room.
"Avi. Let's go." He commanded. The two left the house, Avi scurrying after Dean.
We sat on the Impala's hood watching the house.
"OK, so they gave you guys lunch and pie. Why are we still here?" Sam asked. Dean let out a breath
"No, yeah, you're right. Yeah, Garth's good. You wanna hit the road, square by me. " Dean turned to Sam.
"Look, I'm just saying, this wouldn't be the first time we came across a friendly monster. Or a family of friendly monsters, whatever this is." Sam gestured to the house. His cell phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call with,
"Agent Perry. Sheriff, how can I help you? " The person on the other end said something that piqued Sam's interest
"Really? " He motioned for us to get back in the car.
"Ok." We got in the car and Sam directed Dean on where to turn. We pulled over on the side of a deserted road. The sheriff stood over a mutilated corpse of an animal, possibly a dear.
" Well, you wanted weird, Agent. You tell me what tore up that deer. Nothing that runs in these parts. " The sheriff explained as we passed by him. We crouched down in front of the deer.
" Fresh blood. " Dean told the sheriff.
" Yes it is. " The sheriff replied.
" Its still warm. " Dean whispered to us. " That means it died after we got the call. " We stood up and faced the sheriff who had grown claws and fangs and was pointing his pistol at us.
" Couldn't just accept that all was good and move on, could you? " The sheriff asked. His speech partially impeded by the fangs. " You have no idea what you've walked into, do you? No matter. You won't be walking outta here. " He took aim at Sam and was about to fire when Dean threw his silver knife at him. It landed squarely in his chest. He fell to the ground. Dean went and grabbed his knife from the sheriff's chest. Sam noticed a silver bullet around the neck of the sheriff. He pulled it off.
" Hey. Look at this. "
" We've seen that before. " I said
"Yeah, that is a favorite accessory of the good Reverend and his flock. " Dean explained.
" Ragnrok? " Sam asked, reading from the bullet.
" Yeah, that's like old Norse stuff right? Thor, Loki, Odin." I asked
" Yeah it's Norse mythology's end of days. Why is it etched into a bullet? " Sam replied.
" Who cares? We got all the answers we need." Dean pointed out.
" I don't know Dean. I think we need more. "
" Oh, what, Sheriff Andy Taylor here wasn't good enough for you? "
" Enough to kill Garth? " Sam questioned. " Come on man, lets do this right." Dean let out a breath.
" You and Avi clean this up, go get Garth, lock him up till we find out what's what. I'm gonna go check out that church. " Dean instructed. We nodded and Dean headed back to the Impala.
" So, how are we gonna do this? " I asked. Sam turned in a circle, looking at our surrounding. He pointed to the tree line.
"Help me carry this into the trees. " He said. He picked up the front legs and I grabbed the hind legs. We mainly dragged the deer to the treeline. Once it was dropped into the trees, we kicked dirt over the trail of blood. We commandeered the Sheriff's car and drove to Garth's place. Sam kept watch as I picked the lock. The lock clicked and the door handle turned. The door swung open on silent hinges. We entered the silent home. The place was a mess. Lamps were thrown to the ground, fabrics torn and scattered on the floor. All clear evidence of a struggle.
" Garth? " Sam called. He motioned for me to go right and search. I turned right and entered the dining room. This room was in a slightly less messy state. No one was here. I continued searching until I heard Sam yell,
"Clear."
" Clear. " I yelled back. I heard Sam talking to someone, probably Dean.
" All right." He hung up. We exited the house and ran into two men. One man grabbed me and hit me over the head. I saw the same happen to Sam before I blacked out.
" I'm the last of my kind! Thanks to you out there! " I heard Joy shout. My head was killing me. My hands were behind my back, I tried to move them, but rope held them in place. I opened my eyes to find myself in a barn, tied to a tractor.
"She's awake. " a man called. Joy turned and headed over to me.
"Well don't you look good enough to eat. "
" Why are you doing this? "I asked. " I mean I can understand Sam and I, but these people are your family, your pack. " Sam groaned and opened his eyes. Joy began loading a gun. Judging by the way she hissed and grimaced, they were probably silver bullets.
" Last winter, my little brother, Charlie was killed by a hunter. My husband counseled patience, restraint. Just as when he took over our beloved church, he preached a new direction. Lycanthropes and man would coexist. Peace was more important than dominance. I tried so hard to make his way work... To be a preachers wife. But then, Charlie was murdered. And I couldn't help remembering my daddy's sermons. And by golly, turns out he was right. As long as there is a man, there can be no peace. Because man destroys. And I, for one, am sick of it. " She leaned down to look us in the eyes with that last sentence. She straightened with a smile.
" I get it now. Why coexist when you can rule. " Sam said. " Bingo. But my husband doesn't see it that way. See, he was bitten, not born into it, like I was. He still holds on to his humanity. Which is why I am so glad it will be his claws that start Ragnarok, not mine. You, your brother, and your little friend coming here was a blessing from Fenris above. The three of you cornered Garth, here and then, when Bess came running in to see what the fuss was about, you killed her. " She now stood above Bess.
" NO!" Garth cried
"Here. " Joy mapped out. " Silver to the heart. "
" You're gonna frame their murders on us. "Sam concluded.
" My husband turned his cheek once. I don't think he can do it again. " She closed the gap between Bess and her.
" Hey! Get away from her!" Garth was frantic.
" Killing you gives me no joy, but Ragnarok, its bigger than all of us. " Joy told Bess.
" You're sick. " Bess spat. Garth began snarling as Joy backed away from Bess, Aiming her gun. She stopped in front of Sam and he kicked up, knocking the gun out of her hand. The gun went flying about 2 feet before it landed. Joy turned to Sam and raised her hand, claws and fangs beginning to grow.
" You're just dying for me to get my claws dirty, aren't you? " She asked. I saw Dean out of the corner of my eye.
Unfortunately, so did one of the Men. He leapt from the rafters of the barn and landed on Dean. They struggled for dominance. Dean ended the fight by stabbing the Werewolf. He stood and faced Joy, who glared at him.
" Wearing Russ' coat to hide your scent. Smart. "
" Oh, I'm full of surprises. "Dean quipped.
" As am I." Joy countered. They both dove for their guns. Dean reached his first. Joy tried to aim, but Dean shot first.
We stood by the door in Reverend Jim's home. Garth approached Sam.
" Be good, you hear me."
"I will. Thanks, Sam. " He pulled Sam into a hug. Next he turned to me.
" Thanks Avi. "
"You're welcome Garth." He pulled me into a hug. Once he let go, Sam and I headed to the Impala.
" So Avi, gotta ask you something." Sam began.
" OK shoot. " I replied.
" You're obviously not a kid anymore. So we won't treat you like one. You can make the decision on where you want to go. You can go with Dean, you can come with me, or if you wanna go your own way, that's cool with us." Sam said. It surprised me that would say that.
"Stay with Sam Avi. " The voice in the back of my head said. Why did the voice sound masculine? Anyways. I decided to listen to it.
" I think I'll stay with you Sam. "