A/N: Again thank you to everyone for reviewing. I hope this chapter clears up why Jo had shot Leah. Also, to answer AnnabelleLee13194, I don't think that I'm going to have Leah imprint on Sam. I have my reasons, which will come about in later chapters, but thank you for your interest and input. Keep 'em coming, please :D Also, I found a really great Leah, so I made a Sam/Leah avatar, which is on my profile page.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in regards to Supernatural or Twilight. (Do I have to put one of these on every chapter?)

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Chapter 3

Eight hours earlier

"Dude, why did we have to drive all of the way up here again?" Dean asked his brother for the umpteenth time since they'd driven across the Washington state border.

"I told you, Ellen said Jo was coming up this way, said she was on the tail of a werewolf, and wanted us to help her out," Sam replied. His patience had long since run out because of his brother's constant questions and apparent refusal to actually listen to any of the answers.

If Dean was honest with himself, the last thing he wanted was another run in with Jo Harvelle. He knew that his brother was thinking along those same lines, especially since at their last meeting, a demon chick was wearing Sam as a suit and Jo had decided to up her game where he was involved.

It wasn't too hard to track her down. Forks, WA, wasn't a very big town, and it wasn't too difficult to figure out where she was staying under the alias Jean Simmons. After getting their own room they walked to the diner across the street. The sign simply read The Diner and touted to have the best chicken fried steak this far north.

As they walked through the door, a little bell rang, catching the attention of a young woman carrying a tray of oversized plates piled high with the typical diner fair. She turned to acknowledge them with a friendly smile.

"Hey, y'all, come on in. Just take a seat where you can find one, and I'll be right with you," she said as she walked past them.

She spoke with a soft twang to her voice, evidence that she perhaps wasn't always a native of the northwest. Dean gave her the once over as Sam scanned the patrons of the restaurant. Sam was able to spot a head of blonde, wavy hair sitting in a back booth. She had her back to them, but he could see her profile reflected off the glass of the windows that covered the entire front side of the diner.

"Hey," he nudged his brother while squinting to make sure that the hair did indeed belong to Jo. When his brother didn't answer, Sam turned to get his attention which was focused on the waitress as she laughed at some joke or story being told by two older men at a table. One of the men was a Native American man seated in a wheel chair that had been pulled up close to the table, and the other appeared to be the local police chief.

Giving his brother a none-too-gentle punch to the arm to get him to focus, Sam motioned with his head to the back booth and the blonde women who had yet to turn around. Rolling his eyes and nodding, Dean followed his brother to the back booth and sat next to Jo as Sam slid in at the opposite side.

"Let me guess, my mom sent you after me to make sure I don't get myself killed." Jo stated drolly while looking at the Winchester brothers. The boys could see her bending and unbending the corner of a folder repeatedly.

"Nah, we were on our way out this way and heard you were working on a case, thought we'd drop in and see if we could help," Dean lied easily knowing that Jo didn't buy it for a second.

"Well, since you're here," she trailed off while sliding the folder across the table at Sam.

"What makes you think it's made its way up here?" Sam asked as he looked over the information that Jo had gathered.

"I'll admit that I had lost track of it about two states over for a while, and then I saw this," Jo replied removing a newspaper article from the folder.

It was cut out of the Peninsula Daily News, the local paper from Port Angeles. The large black headlines screamed of mysterious recent animal attacks occurring all over the small, otherwise sleepy, town of Forks and neighboring La Push. Sam's eyebrows rose into his hairline as he continued to read the clipping. He passed the clipping over to Dean who quickly scanned the article beside him before looking up meeting his eyes. It seems that Jo was on the right track.

Dinner was spent discussing the finer details of the case. Afterwards, the boys and Jo decided to head back to the motel and gather their supplies for the night. If all went smoothly tonight, they would be able to take care of this werewolf with no problems, bid their goodbyes to Jo Harvelle, and blow town on their way to their next case. Maybe, Sam hoped, even a little rest. They were working pretty much nonstop since Dean came back…since he stopped training on how to use his "gift"…since he lost Lillith's trail. He was tired, and he knew Dean was tired. They needed a break. Barring no complications tonight, they were going to put in for a little vacation time.

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Present

Needless to say, things had not gone as smoothly as he had hoped. Jo had shot the wolf. He had seen her do it, just like he had seen the wolf launch itself at her. He didn't even really think about it, just reacted. He tackled the creature before it could hurt Jo, only then the wolf turned into a woman. And she was hurt pretty bad.

Then, if it was even possible, an even bigger wolf emerged from the trees. It did a very good job of scaring the shit out him, only to turn into a very large, very angry man, scoop her up, and take her away. No, this hunt hadn't gone at all as they planned. He turned to his brother who was staring up at the lightening sky, looking at the sliver of moon visible just over the tree line.

Dean looked down at Jo, who was just as speechless as they both seemed to be, then over at Sam. Werewolves weren't supposed to change from their wolf for to their human form at will.

"So," he shrugged his sawed-off in one hand and his .45mm in the other, "another hot chick werewolf, huh, Sammy?"