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Luis was glad to be home and let himself drop onto the couch with a sigh. Being called in early had taken its toll on him and he felt ready to sleep just where he was. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about anything in particular, but the words Jesse Simmons had spoken to him and Sam kept reverberating in his skull.

From what Sam had explained to him afterward, Jesse had been lucky. Sam didn't think he'd been bitten because he should have turned already if he were. Newly turned werewolves were utterly incapable of controlling either their change or their instincts.

Opening his eyes, Luis glanced at his watch. It was a little after 6pm and he was wondering if his friends had made more progress after Sam had left the hospital. The doctor pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and dialed Sam's number.

***sn***

Dean had just finished off bringing Luis up to speed and took a sip from his beer bottle. Luis was sitting quietly on his couch, eyes wide open.

"Luis?" Sam addressed his friend, bringing him out of his trance. Luis jerked his head up to look at Sam.

"Yes? Sorry, I...," he paused, taking a deep breath. "Still gotta wrap my mind around this, you know?"

Both brothers nodded knowingly and then exchanged a glance. Dean leaned forward to put down his beer bottle, drawing Luis' attention to him.

"You up for it, doc?" Dean asked.

"Up for what?" Luis frowned.

"Tonight is the full moon. We have to expect another attack. And if those girls really were bitten and thus turned, it won't be just one werewolf we'll be facing." The way Dean stated the facts made it sound like he was explaining the chess rules to a newbie.

"Am I hearing this right?" Luis lifted his head, looking from Dean to Sam and back. "Last time you didn't really want to take me on a ghost hunt and now you think I'm ready for a werewolf?"

"That's Dean's way of telling you you impressed him," Sam interjected, earning himself a glare from his brother.

"I was just thinking we could use the help," Dean shrugged. "But it's okay for you to say no."

Luis relaxed back into his armchair and studied his fingers. After a few moments he looked up at Dean again. "Count me in." Sam grinned at those words and even Dean cracked a smile.

"Great," Dean grinned. "Then hit the deck."

"What?" Luis looked at his friends, confused.

"You were up very early. Can't have you fall asleep on the hunt," Sam explained. Luis chuckled and glanced at his watch.

"When do you want to go?"

***sn***

Nervously Oliver Boone looked over to one of his employees at the club. It was about half an hour before the doors were opened to admit this weekend's party guests. So far the attacks in the back street hadn't done anything to keep the party animal away, which was the only reason Oliver hadn't yet talked to his employee. Said bouncer now made eye contact with Oliver and slowly strolled over to the club owner.

" 's up?" the young man greeted his boss.

"You know," Oliver replied through tightly pressed lips. "I told you I didn't care what you do as long as it doesn't fall back on the club. Now the feds are snooping around. Whatever you do, stop it now, Phil."

"Listen, old man," Phil hissed lowly, a threatening undertone coloring his voice. "I gotta do what I gotta do, and if you don't like it I'll gladly give you a first hand experience at it. Only reason you are alive is you helped me once. Keep on pissing me off and I'm willing to change that." Phil's lips pulled into an evil grin and Oliver got a glimpse of what he could only describe as fangs descending slightly.

A chill ran down the club owner's back and his pulse picked up speed as for the first time he genuinely wondered what he had gotten himself into. Unconsciously he took a step back and then turned to hurriedly find his way to his office.

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"How do you want to do this?" Sam's voice floated over to his brother who was busy cleaning his handgun. Cleaning weapons was one of Dean's ways to keep his nerves down and prepare for an upcoming hunt. This one was special in some ways, as they had to expect three werewolves, of which two would experience the change for the very first time. That meant they wouldn't have any sort of control over their actions.

On the number of potential monsters alone the brothers had made their decision to bring Luis to the show. Even though he had had some experience on what they did, he was a damned rookie when it came to werewolves, but the Winchesters didn't exactly have time to bring another experienced hunter in.

Dean glanced up at his brother before returning his focus to the gun he was busy with. He had finished the cleaning and reassembling, and went through the motions of loading the gun, safety on, safety off, which took him a few seconds. Satisfied with the result he lay the weapon on the table in front of him.

"Luis will get this baby for his own protection. It's working as smooth as ever, and I just loaded it with silver bullets. You and him will watch the girls and track them if they turn, take them out."

Sam strolled over and stood opposite his brother. "Alright. I assume you will watch the club?"

"Back alley," Dean nodded. "Although I want to check out the interior first as well."

Sam groaned. "Dean, I swear if you hit on any chicks and neglect the job..."

Dean slammed his silver knife on the table next to the gun. "You should know me, Sam. I know how to separate work from fun." Sam couldn't miss the angry vibe in his brother's voice at his insinuation.

"Yeah, I know you, that's why I said it." Sam evenly held Dean's dagger stare.

"Yeah well, then you should also know I would never endanger you or Luis in the first place," Dean growled.

"Relax, Dean," Sam took a deep breath. "I know you wouldn't, not on purpose. Just... stay focused, alright? The two newbies won't be much of a problem, but I think the maker is a pure-blood. He or she can change at will. It will be a lot more difficult to find him or her out."

Dean's expression softened. "Stay focused goes both ways, Sammy," he replied softly. "Can't let anything happen to my baby Sasquatch brother, right, bitch?"

Sam chuckled and shook his head. When would Dean realize he could look out for himself. But at the same time Sam felt proud to have his brother's devotion shining through his armor.

"Alright, jerk," he laughed, grateful for the grin that appeared on Dean's stubbled face. The older brother got up and stretched. Darkness would be falling soon.

"Let's get this show on the road," Dean said, grabbing his jacket. "You go wake the doc."

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Phil was glad Alex was late to relieve him from his post at the main entrance. Had he been on time he would have missed out on the young man who would make a perfect hunting partner. Short, spiky hair, killer looks, eyes greener than the grass... definitely an alpha type.

He had come in alone, which made it likely he would be at the bar later, trying to pick up girls. Perfect for Phil to watch him, find out how best to approach him, lure him outside in the back. Alex approached with fast steps.

"Sorry, man," he apologized, a bit out of breath. "Lost track of time."

"Don't worry about it, Alex," Phil smiled. "It's all good. Swap again in two hours." With that Phil made his way to the bar. He grabbed himself a glass of water and retreated to the shadows to watch the counter. Sure enough spiky hair was there, sipping on a drink.

A girl from across the bar made eyes at spiky hair, but apart from smiling back at the blonde his target didn't react to the obvious flirting. Phil cocked an eyebrow and almost missed the moment spiky hair left the bar.

The bouncer followed the man through the crowd over to the pool table. It was a busy night and the many visitors made it fairly easy to keep an undetected eye on spiky hair. That man looked like he knew what he was doing with his cue. A real worthy specimen to turn wolf. Phil smiled.

***sn***

Sam was riding shot gun in Luis' new Mustang. Luckily the doctor hadn't picked bright red for the paint work, but even in the night blue the car attracted some attention. Sam had made Luis park not directly in front of the girls' doorstep. From a distance they were watching the quiet house.

For the better part of an hour nothing was moving and Sam hoped that they hadn't made a mistake in letting Dean observe the club on his own. Just when he was about to give his brother a call, Luis nudged his elbow and pointed to the front door.

Two girls, clearly dressed for a night out, emerged and got into a baby blue Honda. Starting his Mustang, Luis followed them at a distance. Soon it was clear where they were headed and Sam called his brother.

"Dean?" Sam had a hard time making out his brother's voice amongst the background noise.

"Hold on, Sammy," Dean's words made it through to him and Sam waited. A few moments later he heard a door open and close again and the background chattering ceased. "What's up?"

"Trisha and Dinah are headed towards the club," Sam explained briefly. "You got anything so far?"

"Maybe," Dean replied, "Dude was watching me. Haven't seen the man from the alley yet. 'm gonna wait for you in the back. How far are you?"

"About five minutes. Be careful, Dean."

"Eyes in the back of my head," Dean laughed and clicked off the call.

Sam stared at the screen briefly, then looked at Luis. "The hunt is on."

***sn***

Phil had watched spiky hair taking a call and heading for the back door. He couldn't believe his luck and was about to follow the man when Oliver showed up blocking his way.

"What's it now, boss?" It was clear Phil wasn't thrilled about having to abandon his plan.

"I need you to take over from Alex for a few minutes. He's not feeling well and Vince isn't here yet." Oliver didn't miss Phil annoyance. "Only a few minutes. I called Vince. He's almost here, but Alex looks like he's ready to puke."

"Alright," Phil sighed. "But as soon as Vince is there I'm getting off. There's something I need to do."

As Phil headed towards the door to take Alex' place, Oliver narrowed his eyes as an uneasy feeling settled itself in the pit of his stomach. He pulled out a tissue and dabbed at the perspiration that had formed on his forehead.

A few minutes later Phil laid eyes on the two chicks he'd turned the previous night. He grinned. He had known they would return but he needed to get them aside. Couldn't risk letting them change in a crowd.

"Hey ladies," he smiled, earning himself two answering smiles. "Didn't I see you here last night already?"

"Oh yes," the one giggled.

"Love this club," the other one added.

"That's great," Phil smirked and waved them closer. "Why don't you two go to the bar and tell my man Logan to fix you a drink from Phil. I'll join you in a moment."

The girls grinned at each other and nodded. "Alright, see you there," the one said, blinking her eyes. Phil watched them head to the bar but then his eyes fell on Vince making his way through the crowd to him.

"Thanks for jumping in, Phil," Vince said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"No big deal, I'll be back later." With that Phil headed towards the bar and a short while later Vince saw his friend leaving to the staff area with two girls in tow.

***sn***

"So you're sure the dude was watching you?" Sam asked his brother again.

"Positive. If we weren't on a hunt I'd have thought he wanted a piece of this fine ass," Dean replied. Sam snorted and Luis looked a bit panicked.

"I thought you don't swing that way," the doctor finally said.

"I don't," Dean grinned. "But he wouldn't have been the first dude to try and tap this. So, are we going to look for our newbie werewolves?"

Dean turned towards the back door he'd left the club through, but something made him stop dead in his tracks, which almost caused his brother to run into him.

"Dude," Sam started but Dean motioned for him to hush. Immediately the younger Winchester picked up on it and the brothers observed the area. Sam saw to it that Luis got behind him, being shielded from the suspicious area. Seeing both brothers reaching for their guns, Luis followed suit.

***sn***

The drinks had worked well. Good thing Logan had no idea what he was helping him with, though. The girls had followed him, passed out and - as expected - turned into their new form. Phil had willed his change, too, and directed the newbies with his mind. All three left through the emergency exit of the staff section, leading straight into the woods behind the club.

A few minutes later Phil and his recruits were hiding in his usual spot, observing the three men in the alley, one of which Phil recognized as spiky hair. They must have caused a noise because spiky hair and a really tall one turned to face in their direction.

Their behavior puzzled Phil briefly. He drew in a breath of air, his wolf senses on high alert, but those two facing him didn't react the way his prey normally did. Something was different.

A bright flash caught Phil's attention, coming from one of the men, and it took him a moment to realize the street light had reflected on the polished metal of a gun.

"Hunters," he thought.

The men he deemed hunters moved towards their direction and normally Phil would have waited calmly until they were close enough to take down in one strike. But hunters were not normal people. They were armed. They knew what hurt his kind. He couldn't take them down this close to the club. It was too risky.

The hunters kept approaching and Phil acted. Jumping into a run, his two recruits on his heels, he dashed into the woods. Rushing footsteps alerted him to the fact they were being followed as planned. Humans could not match a werewolf in speed and soon Phil and his pack had reached the perfect spot for a silent ambush.

Hiding in the shadows the werewolves stayed motionless, letting the humans walk into their trap. Phil could smell them approaching and coiled his muscles for the attack.