Yea...I know I have a crappy explanation of what a werewolf is lol. I tried to see how they described in the episode "Heart" but couldn't find it / disapointment..oh well. And I own nothing.

I awoke once again in the hotel bed. Only this time I remembered everything. 'I must have fainted.' I realized, feeling numb. Looking around I noticed the two guys that had apparently "saved me" sitting on the opposite bed watching me, cautiously.

"How're you feeling?" one asked. I stared at him, dumbly. 'How the hell do you think I feel?' I thought. I couldn't take being alive anymore. I got up and made my way towards the door, almost falling over. The one who had grabbed me before stood up and walked in front of me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. I tried to push him out of my way, but he was too strong.

"Get out of my way!" I yelled. I couldn't help but start to cry again. I hated crying in front of people, but I really didn't care at this point.

"We know you've experienced a loss, but we don't want you to do anything dangerous to yourself," the one still on the bed told me. "Are there any family members we can contact to come and get you?" 'Ha. Family members?' I thought, bitterly. The only family I had left was uncle Jim, and he wouldn't care if Alex was dead or not. Dead. I was so used to using that word to describe my parents. It wasn't fair that I had to use it for Alex too. I shook my head.

"How about any friends?" the guy in front of me asked. 'Alex was my only friend.' I thought, sadly. I shook my head again.

"How old are you?" the guy on the bed asked. 'What's with all these questions?' I thought, staying quiet. 'It's not like they really even care.' The guy in front of me started to get impatient.

"Look, we're tryin to help you. Just answer the question." he said. I gave him the look I gave to everyone when I wanted to be left alone. I usually let my facial expressions do the talking for me. Alex could always read them. The guy on the bed got up and walked to me. I looked in his eyes. They seemed cold, empty. Like he'd been through a lot of bad experiences, too.

"I know you're scared. But we wanna help you." he told me.

"What killed my brother?" I asked, bluntly. They looked at each other again. They could read each other. The guy blocking the door motioned for me to sit down. They sat on the bed opposite for me and the other one started.

"I think we should start off by introducing ourselves. I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. What's your name?" 'I don't care what your names are just tell me about my brother!' I thought, annoyed. He didn't seem like he was gonna tell me until I told him my name.

"Terri." was all I said.

"Is that with a "Y" or an "I"?" Dean asked, sarcastically. 'That's with a shut up and start explaining.' I thought, glaring at him. "Never mind…" he said, his smile quickly fading.

"You're brother was killed by a werewolf." Sam said. I stared at him, blankly.

"Yeah, they do exist." Dean said. 'Unbelievable.' I thought.

"How stupid do you think I am?" I asked, angrily.

"Well, what do you think it was?" Dean asked, seeming annoyed.

"Well, I don't know, a bear?" I said, trying to think logically. "That makes more sense than a werewolf."

"Well, sorry sweetheart, but it was a werewolf. And he was gonna rip your brother's heart out until we got there. So, some appreciation wouldn't hurt!" Dean said, loudly. 'Appreciation?!' I thought, half angry, half shocked.

"He's still dead!!" I yelled, too angry to let my tears out. Sam glared at his brother.

"Let me handle this." he told him. Turning to me he said "We realize that. Dean crossed the line there. It was a werewolf, though."

"It didn't look like a werewolf," I stated. "It wasn't all hairy."

"We're not talkin about cartoon werewolves here. We're talking about an actual person who has a disease. They grow sharp teeth and claws when the moon is becoming full. But still retain their human form." Dean explained. I shook my head, not believing a word they were saying.

"They rip out the hearts of their victims. Or they can turn them into werewolves," Sam explained. "They only way to kill them is with a silver bullet to their heart."

"Well, you guys killed it then, right?" I asked, going along with them. "I saw you shoot it." Dean shook his head.

"No, we injured it, though. So it won't be that hard to find tonight."

"You're gonna kill it tonight?" I asked. They nodded in unison. 'Good.' I thought.

"Then I'm coming with." I stated. Dean let out a laugh.

"No, you're not." he said. I glared at him.

"Yea, I am. I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch that killed my brother. And you're not gonna stop me."

"Well you're not coming with us." Dean said, his mind made up.

"It's too dangerous. You've never delt with anything like this before." said Sam. 'You don't what I've delt with.' I thought, remembering my uncle.

"I'll go by myself then." I said, getting up. Sam got up to stop me but Dean was done.

"Sam, just let her go. If she wants to get herself killed then let her." he said. Sam looked at him like he was crazy. 'Finally,' I thought, exiting the room. 'I'm out of here.'

Sam watched Terri leave wanting to go after her. He glared at his brother.

"Dean are you insane? She's gonna get killed if she goes up against it by herself!" he yelled.

"Would you relax? She didn't even believe that it was a werewolf. She's not gonna try anything." Dean said, confidently.

"Well she seemed pretty set on getting revenge on what ever did kill her brother. So chances are she's still gonna go out there tonight." Sam retorted.

"I doubt the werewolf is gonna be in the same place two nights in a row," he said. "She'll be fine."

"But what if she's not?" Sam asked. "What if we're just letting her die?" Dean tossed the gun he'd been holding to Sam and shook his head.

"She'll be fine."