Hey everyone! Thanks for more awesome reviews, they motivate me like no other! Some of this chapter may get slightly confusing, but don't worry because it will all be explained in the coming ones. I like to leave the audience guessing, so read on and enjoy!
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Back at the Cult Ritual Area
The fire was beginning to die, its flames burning down and becoming glowing red embers and ash. The men surrounding were all still unconscious as a thick black smoke began to rise out of coals, only it wasn't a result of the fire. It hovered for a moment, as if deciding where to go before diving into the man with chestnut hair bright blue eyes.
His eyes snapped open a moment later, completely black like the night before them. Jork rose slowly with his new meat suit, examining each inch of the form with curiosity.
He looked around at the men, his failed idiots of followers. They hadn't completed the ritual, hadn't allowed him to be his true physical being, which was much more powerful then this human one.
The followers began to come too, groaning and mumbling in pain and frustration. Jork observed them with a relaxed face, his mind swirling the idea of what to do with them.
"Well, wasn't expecting a werewolf hunter. Stupid dumb ass thing…" The man next to him grumbled as he rubbed his sore face.
"Yes, quiet unfortunate we were unable to raise our master in his own flesh. I suppose you should all have to pay now." Jork sighed and looked at the wristwatch on his hand.
1:01 a.m. it blinked.
The man gave him a raised eyebrow look and Jork pulled out a knife in reply and slit his throat.
At 1:02 all the men surrounding him lay dead with slit throats.
Sighing he began to walk through the night woods, he had a werewolf to kill.
Sam and Dean
Dean froze and listened carefully to the woods around him, slowly he put Sam back on his feet so he could fight if needed. Sam leaned against a tree looking at Dean with worried eyes and a deep frown.
"What is it?"
Dean held his paw against his mouth to signal Sam to be quiet, he strained his ears and heard the footsteps again. This wasn't a human, one minute it'd be in one spot then the next on the other side of him, as if the damn thing was teleporting.
Growling he swung around as he heard a shift behind him, then nothing. A crack to his left and he quickly moved to meet it, but again nothing. He looked through the trees and saw no one, taking a sniff he only smelled the woods.
No, not quiet.
He sniffed again more deeply, the scent registered with the wolf brain right away, a female werewolf coming toward them. Dean snarled at the imposing threat, but then something more serious and dangerous hit him, the scent of sulfur.
Stiffening he sniffed again, it was so light he barely noticed it then it suddenly hit him like a wave. And so did the punch that landed square on his chest from the man that appeared out of thin air.
Dean only stumbled back a foot, but this guy definitely had more then human strength. He growled and went to swat the man away but in a blink he was gone again.
"What the hell is going on Dean?!" Sam yelled with panic in his voice, he couldn't see a damn thing that was going on.
Dean let out a sort of whine to reassure Sam, but his eyes narrowed and flashed as he searched the woods around him. He heard a shift in the air behind him and turned to see a blade coming right for his chest, he gasped in shock and before he could react a girl grabbed the mans wrist and took the him to the ground.
Dean blinked and stared at the girl who was now laying on the forest floor, absolutely nothing where the man had once been. He raised one eyebrow and the girl looked up at him with a "what the hell expression" and then flashed him a smirk.
"Howdy Dean, howdy Sam. Wasn't expecting that kind of welcome, but whatever works I guess." She rose to her feet and brushed herself off.
Dean growled and she frowned and crossed her arms.
"No way to treat a friend."
"Well, your not exactly a friend." Sam stepped forward next to Dean, he hissed in pain and his brother shifted him a worried look.
Dean listened again to see if the man was still around, sniffed the air and searched with worried eyes. All signs were gone, they guy was gone. Dean shifted uncomfortably and the thought of food suddenly entered his mind.
He was hungry. And it freaked him out how Sam was smelling more and more like food, the scent of blood seemed to be growing stronger.
Shaking his head and the thoughts away, he returned his attention back to the girl.
"No, not yet but I have tried. Recall a certain conversation consisting of telepathy last night?" She tapped her foot impatiently at the brothers.
"That was you?" Sam said with surprise.
"Yeah, your brother here kind of scared me off with his over male aggressiveness." Her tone dropped in embarrassment and Dean only cocked his head.
"Who are you?" Sam asked
"My names Victoria, I was born what your brother here has become and I can help him deal with it." She stepped closer to Dean, observing him with shining blue eyes, her blonde hair fluttering in the light breeze.
Dean felt his blood pump faster at the scent of this girl, her perfect figure, he couldn't stop himself from squirming with excitement.
"You told me you could help him, how so?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Look, how bout we get back to a motel and I'll tell you guys everything. I really don't want to face the disappearing man again. And right now you look like you picked a fight with a brick wall and he's so hungry he's practically drooling all over his fur."
Sam looked at Dean with a small smile, he was drooling. Dean let out a light growl and hastily wiped the drool away, he couldn't help the fact that he was starving.
"I'm in agreement with you and all, but you want to inform me on how he's going to fit in the car and go unnoticed entering a motel?" Sam resumed leaning against a tree for support of his bad leg.
"I'll help him change back, but we gotta get out of here before that…thing comes back." She glanced around and checked her senses, no sign of him yet.
Sam nodded and began to slowly gimp back toward the road, Victoria got in front of him to lead the way and Dean dropped to all fours behind to keep watch.
They had been walking for about ten minutes, at an incredibly slow pace due to Sams gimp, when he suddenly fell before Dean.
"Ahh! Damn leg…" He held his ankle in pain and Dean watched him with worried eyes.
"I think it's more then your leg, I smell an awful lot of blood." Victoria knelt beside him and lifted his shirt, which Dean now saw was soaked with blood, to reveal a large gash. He growled at Sam for his stubbornness, but inside his chest his heart beat quickly in worry.
"I'll be fi…" Sam suddenly fell into unconsciousness and Dean caught him before he hit the ground.
"Nice catch Fido, come on, lets get him back before he looses anymore blood." Victoria stood and Dean picked up Sam and quickly followed the blonde girl before him.
Anxiety ate away at Dean, he didn't realize how seriously injured Sam was and now they were paying the price. He growled at himself in frustration and picked up his pace but tried to keep each step soft and quiet.
Finally the road came into sight with the Impala parked in the field where they had left it, Victoria ran up to it and opened the door so Dean could set Sam down. Carefully he laid his brother in the back seat making sure he was comfortable and safe. He turned to Victoria who watched him with curious eyes, he woofed to let her know he needed to shift back now.
"You know you can talk to me telepathically, we'll save that for later though. To change back just focus as much as you can on your human side, push away all the wolf and let humanity back in."
Dean nodded and closed his eyes as he concentrated. He thought of Sam, of how he had to help him, thought of himself looking in the mirror and he suddenly felt himself beginning to shift back. He let out a deep breath as everything pulled in and retracted and he was standing buck naked in the middle of a field. Victoria had benn kind and turned around for the whole thing, but a grin spread on her face at Dean nervous cough.
"Hang on…let me find some clothes…" She heard him shift and open the trunk, he quickly pulled on boxers and she turned back around.
"I'll follow you guys back to the motel, don't think Sam needs a hospital do you?" She had true concern in her voice, Dean liked that.
"No, I should able to patch him up, but I gotta get him back." Dean jumped in the passenger seat without another word and roar they engine to life.
She smiled softly to herself as she got in her truck and drove off behind Dean, these Winchester brothers seemed pretty awesome.
Dean glanced back nervously every few seconds at Sam, making sure he was still ok. He could hear his heart beating, freaky as that was, but it let him know he was still ok.
Victoria had seemed sincere, he had gotten a good vibe off the girl. Plus she was kinda hot.
Dean turned his mind back to driving as he entered town and caught sight of a motel. He pulled in and hurried to the window to get a room.
The women gave him a hard time about some things, but with a quick very animal like snarl she handed him the key with terror in her eyes. Victoria came up behind him with a smirk.
"Nice job."
"Bitch deserved it." He whispered to her as he passed on his way back to the Impala.
He opened the door and sighed in relief as Sam seemed to be coming to.
"Damn Sammy, you trying to give me a heart attack here?" Dean laughed nervously as Sam opened his heavy eyes and looked at him in a daze.
"What…hap…happened?" Sam croaked his throat dry and rasped from exhaustion.
"You fainted like a little girl and I hauled your ass back to the car."
"Oh…how come it wasn't a giant wolf driving the Impala?" Sam hissed as he slid out and Dean grabbed him to give support.
"Victoria helped me out, don't worry bout it now lets just get you inside and patch ya up, k?"
Sam nodded with closed eyes and opened them, as they entered the building he gave Dean an odd look who returned it with a raised brow.
"What?"
"You make one hell of a werewolf."
Dean chuckled and nodded, opening the door he flicked on the lights and led Sam to the twin bed. He collapsed on it with a sigh, all he want to do was friggin' sleep.
"No sleep yet Sammy, we gotta fix you up first." Dean pulled out the first aid kit and kneeled beside Sam, his brow knit in worry.
Sam forced himself into the sitting position and pulled off his shirt. Dean grimaced at what laid beneath the fabric, his skin was covered in black, blue, green and yellow bruises. The cuts had a thin scab starting to form, but some still oozed and seeped crimson blood. Sam looked at Dean with half closed eyes and a heavy expression.
"Gonna just sit there all day or clean the damn wounds?"
He chuckled and got to work, Sam was tired and pissed, he just wanted to sleep and Dean would be glad to oblige. He dabbed the cuts with peroxide, causing bubbling and foaming and many gasps and hisses from Sam. After he finished cleaning he began bandaging with gauze and medical tape, half way through a knock on the door called his attention.
"Come in." He said not taking his gaze away from the banadage he was placing on Sams shoulder.
He heard the door open and Victoria enter, she came up beside him and made a pain face.
"That sucks out loud."
Sam nodded and rolled his eyes in pain as Dean placed ice on his wrist.
"Your finished for now Sam, we'll wrap that wrist in the morning but just get some sleep for now."
Sam nodded and fell back on the bed, relief washing over his tired body, within' minutes he was fast asleep.
Dean and Victoria sat at the small table in awkward silence. Dean shifted uncomfortably and looked up at the ceiling while she picked at her nail.
"So…you're a werewolf." Dean finally broke the silence with a horrible ic breaker.
"I prefer Loup Garou."
"Oh, sorry…whats that mean?"
"It means werewolf in French, sounds nicer though."
"Oh, I see."
"Yep."
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This was going to be a long night.
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Odd spot to end I know, but the whole part about Victorias past, her helping them and all that other good stuff is going to be quiet in depth, I want a fresh chapter for that. The awesome news is that there is a all new Supernatural tomorrow! WOOT! That also means that I won't have time to write up the next section, but it should be up soon! Thanks for reading and let me know what ya think! Thanks!
Loup
