John wasted no time and instantly took the gun from Sam's hands and aimed it at the wolf who was looking hesitantly for another escape that didn't involve turning his back on the two Winchesters.

"Answer my questions or you end up like your friend over there." John demanded, using his head to point to Reynolds's body. "Where's my kid?"

After a short second of silence the wolf began to get taller, it's legs morphing into arms and human legs. It's snout shortened into a nose and the ears reverted back to human ones. "I honestly don't know." Jennings said. He was still dressed in the clothes he had worn when arriving at the cave, though Sam and John weren't completely sure how that had happened. The guy had just been a freaking dog for cryin' out loud!

"Sorry, but I really don't believe that. You've got one more shot before I empty this thing into your brain."

John Winchester could be a very scary man.

True fear made itself known in Jennings's eyes as he replied, "I told you, I don't know. Grace and Max took him somewhere and we were to come back and make sure you two were still here."

The father seemed to believe him, but the questioning continued. "Care to tell me what the hell you are, exactly?"

"Couldn't tell ya'." He shrugged slightly, "Originally I thought we were werewolves but Grace said that wasn't right, werewolves didn't turn into actual wolves like we do." Jennings glanced at John's shoulder, "And by we I do mean you three, too."

"W-What?" Sam stuttered.

"Each of you received a bite from one of us." He explained softly, "I'm gonna take it you haven't noticed yet, but all of your injuries-"

"Are gone, yeah. I know." John cut him off harshly. Sam's eyes widened even further than they already were. He looked at his arm, the wound that had been there was completely gone. There were no markings on his skin, just dried blood. He'd been too busy worrying about Dean and dealing with the situation at hand to notice his lack of injuries. "How do you reverse it?"

Jennings scrunched his eyesbrows in confusion, "Pardon?"

"There's got to be some way to reverse it. Tell me how."

Shaking his head Jennings told him, "There is no going back from this, not since you are all so far into the process."
"Why would you turn us?" Sam questioned as he tried to put everything together in his head. "Why when you knew there was no way to stop it?"

"Grace got into it with someone a little while back, so she decided to make her own pack. She came here and began turning us, one by one." Jennings informed the two Winchesters a bit sadly, "She told us to take anyone we found by themselves. At first she was just going to turn Dean, but when we discovered you were hunters...Grace didn't want to pass up the opprotunity."

Once again Sam cursed his family's lifestyle, it seemed to cause his family a lot of trouble. When the gun went off, Sam jumped slightly. The eighteen year old glanced away as his father emptied the gun into Jennings.

"You didn't have to kill him." Sam mumbled, half-wishing his father wouldn' hear him.

John shot his youngest son a glare, "Oh? Sam, he and the others have been kidnapping and turning people."

Part of him knew his father was right, what these people were doing was wrong. But that teenage rebellion side of him just wanted to argue. They still didn't know where Dean was but Sam just knew he was alive. The two were stuck in a cave with no sense of direction as to where they should go to find the missing Winchester. Oh, right, and they had been bitten by some kind of werewolves and were in the process of changing into them without reversibility. Fantastic. Just another day in the Winchester Family.

"Just because you have a gun doesn't mean you can shoot anyhting that moves!" Sam retorted, deciding to look at his father instead of the two bloodied corpses on the cave ground.

"I shot him because he was a threat, Sammy."

"It's Sam!"

"You two about done?" Dean's voice pulled the two out of their argument, causing them to snap the heads to the entrance of the cave where the middle Winchester stood tiredly.

He looked exhausted, as if standing there was slowly sucking the life out of him. Sam noticed his eyes were a shade brighter than usual, but still green. Dean was slightly coated in sweat but Sam figured that was from the sun's heat.

"Dean?" Sam moved towards his brother and helped him sit down. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, Samantha." Dean snorted, he did a quick look over of Sam and then John who was pulling out another gun from his jacket, Dean recognized it as his spare. "Where'd you find my-"

"They dumped all the weapons over here." John cut him off, "What happened out there, Dean?" He turned to look at his oldest son.

Dean hesitated slightly before saying, "Can we talk about it later, Dad? You know how much we hate camping-"

"Son-"

"I think we can wait." Sam jumped in. His brother wasn't looking too good and Sam didn't want to push Dean too far. Their father could wait until they got back to the motel room at least.

John sighed heavily, "Fine." he snapped at Sam more than Dean, "Let's get the hell out of here then we'll talk." The oldest Winchester wasn't happy about being undermined by his son but he did agree with Sam. Priorities first, they needed to get out of the forest and back to the cars. After that they would speed to the motel, and then to the next town. They could figure things out from there.

Sam held out a hand to his brother and Dean took it with only an annoyed glare. The youngest Winchester was most likely going to hover for the next couple of hours. John handed Dean a few weapons and then took point, leading his sons out of the cave.

John was able to find a trail about a fifty feet away from the cave's entrance. He led his sons down the trail, throwing a glance over his shoulder every once in a while. Dean didn't look like he was hurt, but Winchesters were known for hiding any type of pain-whether it be physical or emotional. He did hear a bone pop once and John heard a soft, "Son of a bitch." but he decided not to acknowledge it. Sam on the other hand quickly asked his brother how he was.

"Fine, Sammy." Dean would reply before shooting him a cocky smirk. They all knew it was just for show-it usually was. Dean would never admit to pain, especially if his brother was around. He was always trying to be strong for his brother, always trying to act invincible. Not that it worked every time, though.

The Winchesters didn't keep track of how long they walked, but when they finally came to the edge of the woods and found their parked cars they were all more than relieved.

"Can you drive?" John addressed his oldest.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Dad, just because I'm a little sore do-"

"You said you were fine." Sam glared, but it fell on deaf ears.

"-esn't mean I can't drive my baby. Besides, Sammy would probably wreck her." He laughed when he saw Sam flip him off while their dad walked off to his truck. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

The two brothers climbed into the Impala, Dean wishing they had clean clothes or even towels; he was going to have to wash his car when all of this was over. Whatever 'this' was. As he started the engine, he couldn't help but worry about his decision in the woods with Grace. His dad was probably not going to be too happy, that was for sure.

For the entire ride to the motel both brothers were silent in the Impala. Sam would shoot nervous glances at his brother, as if he could already tell bad news was coming up. Dean tried his best to ignore the looks but they were hard to miss. The youngest Winchester began replaying the day's earlier events in his head. Were they really going to change into those 'werewolves'? All of their wounds were gone and Jennings had said that was a good sign, meaning their bodies were accepting the adjustments that had been needed. He soon realized Dean had no idea about the conversation-more like interrogation, Sam thought-with Jennings. Dean hadn't even questioned the two dead bodies on the cave floor. Either Dean wasn't concerned about the issue at hand or he had something else stewing in his head. Sam prayed things weren't going to get any worse.

John looked in his rearview mirror at his two sons. Sam was leaning against the passenger door, looking at his brother every few minutes. Dean was driving, eyes glued to the road. The father was curious as hell as to what had happened while Dean was gone with those two...whatever they were.

Which brought up another question: what was going to happen to his family? Jennings had said there was no way to reverse this. John knew something was up when he and his youngest had had no injuries, then he noticed Dean's lack of injuries also. Then there were his sons' eyes, and he was sure his were differen too. Sam's eyes were especially odd. While Dean's were brighter than their normal olive green, one of Sam's eyes were bluer and the second looked darker. He had no idea what was going on. Were they going to become the things he had spent eighteen years fighting?

Returning his brown eyes to the road, John shook his head. No. No way in hell. He would not let his boys, and himself as well, become...things like Jennings, Grace, and those others that had been turned.

No way.

Okay, so those stories I mentioned in chapter 2? The ones that actually inspiried me to write a were-fic? I've been thinking about it...and I don't want to spoil them for anyone. If you want to read them then send me a message and I'll tell you them but I'd rather not spoil them here in case someone didn't want to be spoiled.