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Chapter 4 – Ruff Night
Sam remained quiet during the drive back towards the city. He really wasn't angry with Dean…he was angry at himself. He had wanted to wait, to do more research and he had given in because if he admitted it to himself, it was the easy way. Dean had been stronger when Sam had said the exact same words to him…Dean hadn't given into Sam's pleading…he had been strong and in the end Dean had been right. He had exorcised the Demon from Sam and in doing so had saved him once again.
Dean played the music softly, glancing at Sam as they drove in silence. He knew that Sam was eating himself up over his decision. As they grew closer to the werewolves' hunting ground, Dean stopped the Impala and turned to Sam. "Are you going to be ok to do this Sam? I mean…Glen when he was dying…he reverted back to his human form and he didn't know what had happened to him. If you want, I can do this and you can wait here."
Sam turned to Dean, anger still flashing in his eyes. "No Dean…I'm going with you. Believe me, if I could kill Madison…one more werewolf shouldn't be a problem. Let's just get those bastards so we can move on."
Dean wasn't sure that he was happy with Sam's response…Sam was always the one who coached restraint before killing. But knowing that if there were more than one werewolf out there, he would need back up, Dean just nodded and drove to where he had found Glen the night before.
"Ok Sam, this is where I found Glen. According to the newspaper articles, the killings and muggings are all happening in this area. We just need to patrol and hope we get to them before they get another victim." Dean moved to open the trunk and pull out what they would need. Sam stood beside him, silently checking his own weapons.
Both brothers moved as one into the shadows. Alert to the sounds of the night and watchful of the young women who were on the street, hoping to score tonight. Sam watched as one young girl leaned into a car and sighed. She looked so young…he and Dean had always done what was needed to hunt, but he couldn't help but feel this was wrong.
Dean watched the emotions playing across Sam's face. He could understand Sam did not like seeing the young woman hustling for a living. But Dean had understood a long time ago, that people had to do what they needed to survive. Shaking his head he began to search the shadows. He froze as he saw a movement. Something was lurking further down the block. Dean nudged Sam and they both started in the direction that Dean had seen the movement.
Both brothers once again moved as one, guns drawn as they entered the alley. Dean watched as two young women were walking arm and arm further down. They probably felt safe using the buddy system. But Dean knew better. He motioned for Sam to stay alert.
A moment later a low growl was heard and the two women screamed as two dark shapes jumped from the darkness and began to drag them off. Dean and Sam both sprinted towards the two women. "Hey KUJO!" Dean yelled and was rewarded by both werewolves turning their attention on him. But before he could raise his arm to fire he heard Sam shout a warning and felt something hit him from behind, knocking him into the other two werewolves.
Sam had seen movement behind his brother and noticed a flash of white fangs moments before the third werewolf shoved Dean into the other two. Sam couldn't shoot for fear of hitting Dean. Without thinking, Sam rushed to help Dean fight off the other two werewolves.
Dean felt a claw scrape along his side. Pulling out his silver knife he slashed and was rewarded with a howl from the nearest werewolf, but the other one grabbed Dean and threw him against the concrete wall with enough force that Dean heard something crack. A shot rang out and one of the werewolves fell down. Dean watched as Sam ran forward and tackled the other werewolf, using his own knife to slice across the wolf's throat. But the werewolf managed to throw Sam off, adding more scratches to the ones that Madison had given Sam earlier.
Dean struggled to stand, holding his damaged ribs as he pulled his gun out one more time. He took aim as the second werewolf stood over Sam. Two shots rang out as one as both Sam and Dean shot the werewolf. Dean turned to look for the other werewolf that had mysteriously not entered the fray. Before he could turn, he felt himself driven forward once more, a claw raking his back. "Sammy!" Dean yelled a warning before he hit the ground.
Sam turned at his brother's cry and struggled to his feet. He moved to stand in front of Dean, his own gun drawn. The look on his face was fierce as he dared anything to try to hurt his brother. Sam searched the shadows, trying to find the third werewolf. He could sense that it was still in the area. He heard Dean moan softly behind him and turned for a second to make sure that Dean was ok. "Dean…stay still…he's still here somewhere!"
Dean rolled over to his side and was in the process of standing when he caught movement from above. "Sammy! 12 o'clock!" Dean yelled as he struggled to get his own gun.
Sam quickly moved to look upwards and took the brunt of the werewolf's weight as it slammed into him. He fell into Dean who grunted as Sam's weight drove the air from his lungs. Sam rolled from Dean and staggered to his feet, but before he could react, he was thrown into the concrete wall. Sam sagged to the ground unconscious.
A siren sounded in the distance causing both the werewolf and Dean to look. Without pausing the werewolf grabbed Sam and placing his unconscious form over his shoulders, he took off down the alley. Dean struggled to his feet and tried to follow. "Put him down you ugly bastard!" Dean screamed as he saw the werewolf disappear around the corner with his brother. Dean stopped, his lungs screaming for oxygen as his damaged rib cage constricted his breathing.
As the sirens grew closer, Dean knew he had to get away. He was wanted by the police and couldn't afford to be caught now. He had to find Sammy. Moving as quickly as his damaged body would allow, Dean finally made it to the Impala. "Oh baby I can't tell you how glad I am to see you!" Dean said softly as he slid behind the steering wheel.
He headed back to the cabin, a dead weight in his stomach as he realized that Sam was in trouble and he had no idea where to even begin to look for him. There had to be a pattern, something he was missing. And he intended to figure it out…he would not give up on Sam.
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The werewolf was seething with anger as it moved quietly through the city streets. His powerful body carrying Sam as if he was a sack of potatoes. How dare these hunters kill the rest of his pack? He couldn't take both, but he recognized the scent of the one he was carrying…it was the man who took Madison from him. In a few more months, she would have completed her change and he would have taken her as his mate. But this one…this one had ended that dream.
The werewolf climbed the stairs of its home and quickly closed the door behind him. He moved quietly up the stairs to the apartment that he knew was unoccupied. Opening the door he entered Madison's apartment and dropped Sam on the bed. As he began to change back to his human form, the man called Maxwell found some rope and began to tie up the unconscious human. He would make this one suffer. He would make him watch as he turned another and then he would watch as his new mate had her first meal.
TBC
Raven524: Ok, so the big bad wolf has made his appearance. I wonder what he has in store for poor Sam….will Dean be able to figure it out before it's too late. Stay tuned…the next chapter will be following shortly! ;-)
