"Bobby, I'm sorry," Sam started, "We didn't know what it was, we still don't."
"Which is exactly why you should have come to me," Bobby yelled. Sam looked at the floor and mumbled something unintelligible. Bobby sighed and took pity on the kid. "When did it start? Did something happen that could have started it?"
"It was a couple months ago, and we tried to think of a cause, but we came up blank."
"You said he was unconscious after it happened?"
"Yeah, it's like the healing comes from his energy, his life force."
"Alright, now do you know where they might have taken Dean?"
Sam looked despaired as he sank into a chair.
"I don't have a clue, Bobby. They could be anywhere," he said hopelessly.
Dean sat in the corner of the room, away from any windows or door guarded by Chase. He tried to listen to Sky's conversation with his mate, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Maybe we should turn him," Sky said to mate.
"Then he would be even stronger, how would we control him?"
"He's a hunter; he would have become what he despised, maybe that would be enough to keep him here. He would be too ashamed to go back to his friends or to his brother."
"Would his ability remain through the transformation?" she inquired.
"I'm not sure, but we don't have a reason to believe that it wouldn't."
"You're sure you want to do this?"
"Just think about it. With his training, in addition to his healing ability, he would be an invaluable asset," Sky was practically drooling at the prospect.
"Alright, I see your point," his mate acquiesced.
The two returned to the main room and approached Dean.
"Hold him," Sky ordered. Chase and Callie grabbed Dean's arms and held him immobile between them.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, getting nervous.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt a lot," Sky said with a wicked grin. Dean tried to break free of the hands restraining him, but was unable to do so. He could only watch helplessly as Sky morphed into a wolf and reached his mouth closer to Dean.
"Stop!" Dean yelled in what sounded more like a plea. Sky's teeth closed on Dean's shoulder at the base of the neck. Dean flinched as he bit back a groan of pain. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Sam gasped as he practically fell out of bed.
"Dean!" he yelled. Bobby came lumbering into his room.
"Sam? What is it?"
"It's Dean, he's in trouble. We may be too late."
"Did you see something?" Bobby asked.
"Yes," Sam admitted and after a moment of hesitation, "Dean got bitten," and with that Bobby's blood ran cold.
