Thank you again to all my fans that have read this far! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but here it is! Enjoy!

Dean pulled up to the coffee shop and Sam jumped in, handing Dean one of the coffees he held in his slender hands.

"So, you were saying on the phone that you know what happened?" Sam asked, curiosity overcoming his voice.

"Of course I do; what I want to know is how you know."

"Dude, are you kidding me? It's all over the news- "Two people killed by unknown assassin" How could this happen? We killed them all last night, didn't we?"

"Apparently, one of them got away. And by the looks of it, it's pissed off."

"How do we know it's only one? As far as we know, it could be a dozen more. This is not good, Dean." Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

"Well, two people isn't a lot for one werewolf to kill, let alone a dozen." Dean replied, hoping to keep Sam calm as long as possible.

"Okay, I guess you're right. So how do we find it, then?"

Dean put the car into gear and peered at Sam. "There has to be some kind of pattern to it's killing, right? So, I'll go get the files from the morgue. Maybe we can pick something up that way."

"But first" Dean said, pulling out and stepping on the gas, "Let's go get the kid."

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Sam was in the driver's seat, skimming the Town's website on his laptop for anything that caught his college-trained eye.

Henry was in the back, picking at the dirt under his fingernails. He moved to the edge of the seat and leaned his chin on the top of the passenger's seat, peering over Sam's shoulder at the screen. Then he turned his hazelnut colored eyes out the window and searched the grim building for any sign of Dean.

"You sure it was a good idea to let Dean go in there? I mean, he is wanted in this state." Henry said, unable to control his anxiety any longer. He was still getting used to the whole multiple identity thing.

"He's wanted in a lot of states, but that's never stopped him before. I've given up trying to convince him otherwise. He's too stubborn to listen anyway. Besides, he's not going to let any sort of police force what so ever stop him." Sam replied with a smirk.

"Trust me… Dean is better at identification fraud then me." Sam chuckled now, closing his laptop with a sigh. "Nothing."

Henry sighed and looked out the window again. Dean came out of the building and walked swiftly towards the car- not in a hurry, but not taking his time either. Dean shot a look at Sam. A look that Sam knew to mean something. Sam sat up, suddenly worried.

"What?" Henry asked, worry in his voice. Along the way, Dean dropped all the papers he was holding into the garbage.

"Something's not right." Sam said, starting the car as he quickly moved into the driver's seat. Suddenly, two police cars pulled up and four officers surrounded Dean, pointing their guns at him. Dean glanced at Sam once more and put his hands behind his head as he kneeled on the sidewalk.

"What is he doing?!" Henry asked, terrified. "We can take them, no problem!"

"He doesn't want to give us away." Sam replied, almost to himself, quietly.

The officers rushed over and handcuffed him, pulled him up roughly, and put him in the back of one of the squad cars.

"Oh no." Sam said in a hushed voice. Henry looked at Sam for some kind of response to the situation, but received none. It was no use; they had him. Henry said the only thing that came to his mind:

"What are we going to do without Dean?"

Thanks for reading! Chapter 8 will be up ASAP!