Disclaimer: See Ch1. Songs used are Three Days Grace- Scared, Plus 44- When Your Heart Stops Beating, and NIN- The Great Destroyer.

Change Of Season

Chapter 3: Spidey Sense and Spartans

I know there's something out there
I think I hear it move
I've never felt like this before

Sam was at the kitchen table, determined to hack into the schools transfer list. It was our new plan. Sam find list, Sam give us names, we take names, divide, and conquer. Hey, if it worked for Caesar…

"His name is Byron?" he asked, with a very 'what the fuck' look on his innocent face.

"Yes," I replied as I grabbed my order from the KFC bag, grabbing a seat at the little table just outside the kitchen.

"Byron?" his elder brother repeated.

"Yes! Did I stutter?" I asked, about to shove a strip of chicken in my mouth.

Hell, maybe I did.

Nervous sketchiness was pooling in my stomach like Jack Daniels mixed with Pepsi, leaving me nauseous and jumpy. You'd think being a werewolf with the ability to hear anything in 50 yards would destroy such fears. But said animal instincts were giving me a major 'uh-oh' feeling. And when scary things get scared, its usually a good time to head for the hills.

"Well, it's a weird name," Dean said very matter-of-factly.

"I think it's a fine name. Maybe it's popular in Europe," I replied before shoving food in my mouth, ignoring the weird looks. I'd made popular into one a monosyllabic word. Don't ask me how, I just did.

"You ok?" Dean asked, plunking down beside with his hands possessively clutching an ice-cold beer. I could hear the condensation drip down the sides before I shut out the noise and focused on everything else in my 50-yard radius.

"Fine. My spidey sense is just tingling."

He knew what it meant. The last time I had it was right before the poltergeist attacked the first time, in the middle of the day mind you, which it wasn't supposed to do. But hey, werewolves aren't supposed to be good guys either. Why did I keep expecting everything else to follow the rules when I kept breaking them?

Dean was sitting straighter now, and his younger counter part was looking up at us.

"Easy boys, there's no need for the Spartan warrior mode. Just me and my insanity."

"Well your so called insanity happens to be right most of the time," Dean stated, his tone made it clear that all attempts at convincing him otherwise were pointless and thus a waste of breath.

He rose from his seat without even touching his food and began to put salt circles in front of the doors, whilst Sammy got the windows and the sliding glass door that opened up to the balcony. It had a gorgeous ocean view, something I rarely saw growing up in central US, though I loved it just the same. Perhaps even more so because of its rarity.

"Better?" the Yeti asked, as the task was complete.

"Yes, Sasquatch." I added with a grin, though really it didn't. Which bugged me even more because NOTHING can get past salt circles and yet I couldn't shake it.

"Wolf-girl," Sammy countered. Oh, here we go again.

"Yeti-man."

"Almost human."

"Computer nerd."

"Book nerd."

I couldn't even argue with that one. I carried around 10 books in my bag, TEN! And I still needed to buy at least one more.

"College drop out."

"So are you!"

"Yeah, but I can bench press the Impala, so, meh!" I finished, sticking my tongue out at him like a 4 year old. Oh yeah, maturity is my middle name. Actually its Rose, but they already knew that.

Hey, it could be worse! Dean's was Mitchell. When I really wanted to be evil, I called him Mitch. Then he found out I was ticklish.

So I stopped, most of the time. Sam eggs me on. I know, you wouldn't expect it from the younger Winchester, but he does! 'Do it! You won't.' It runs in the family, pranksters the lot of them. Kinda makes me fear April Fools Day.

A lot.

"Real mature Jess."

"Thanks!," I replied with a smile and a lilt of joy in my voice, "I thought so too!"

After a few more beers and hacking going nowhere the guys went their separate ways. Dean to the shower, Sam to his room, and me to my bed.

She says it all without a thought in her head
She says it all and she's pressed up against me...
In the dark when there's no one listening

She was curled up in a ball when I got out of the shower, and it had nothing to do with the cold. I padded across the room in my flannel pants and brushed her shoulder. Her form jumped, if a girl could in that position. Maybe a hard twitch?

Still, she never jumped. You can't sneak up on a werewolf. Trust me, I've tried.

"You ok?" I asked as I eased under the warm covers.

She rolled over with an uneasy smile and whispered, "fine."

"Freaked out, Insecure-"

"Neurotic and Exhausted."

"Cute. Now come here."

Her body wrapped around mine. She felt stiff and unrelenting, a cold contrast to her usual limber state of relaxation. That head of crimson hair was nestled in the crook of my neck, perfect for resting my chin on. The same way we slept every night.

Every night I wondered if she would see I wasn't good enough. Maybe run off with one of her pack.

I didn't know what to say. Telling her there's nothing to be afraid of was a pile of bullshit. She knew what was out there. Yeah, I'm not good with the emotional speeches. Why I avoid them at all costs.

"Sit up a sec."

She groaned, but did it just the same. I took off my pendant, first time in ten years, and placed it around her neck.

"Dean...I cant, its-"

"Just for tonight."

She settled back against me, finally at ease. I thought she was asleep for the longest time.

"Dean?"

"Hm?"

"Would it kill the moment to say I love you?"

"Mm, not at all."

"Kay. I love you, you dominating bastard."

I laughed softly while replying:

"Love you too, you psychotic music fiend."

I hope they cannot see...
The limitless potential
Building inside of me
To murder everything
I hope they cannot see...
I am the great destroyer

It laughed as it crossed the barriers. Such a pitiful thing to stop so many, but in this form, it could pass through with ease and jest. Curiousity brought it here; hunger drove it on. Risky as the business was, it had to know who of the Otherkin had dared to track it here. To interrupt it's nightly routine.

She was there, sleeping at peace and ease. She would not detect it, no matter her form. It made sure of it, just as it had done at the Omega house earlier that evening.

It leaned over her, silent and undetected as ever, determined to see her, all of her. To know what lurked inside. There was something, a great black leviathon beneath this petite beauty.

It roared its anger for no one to hear. For that thing was stopping him. A thing it hadn't come across in centuries. However, in a sort of mockery defiance, the thing stood there before it, impeding its instinctual nature.

Still, it had a strong sense of self preservation. Stronger then curiousity or vengance.

It moved on. To another room, with another bed.

Just another dead girl.