Okay, first thing's first; I wanted to clear some things up for some people. It has been brought to my attention that Fury is acting "Out of Character", but really think about the situation; Fury doesn't know about hunters or anything, he doesn't know about Dean being a werewolf, he just knows that a stranger has moved into his team's tower and then assaulted him, so actually I can see Fury seeing that finding Dean's father would solve his "violent stranger" problem since Fury knows he can't take Dean in a physical fight, he's going for the next workable angle. Also, in the last chapter, Dean retaliates Fury advancing towards Sam, he does so because, being a werewolf, Dean could sense the rage rolling off of Fury and his instincts reacted before Dean could even catch up because Sam is technically Dean's pack (as well as all the Avengers). Soooooo hope that helped some people, if not comment or PM me and I will try my hardest to clarify!

In the meantime here is the next chapter! I OWN NOTHING!

Dean's head was pounding; the werewolf groaned and plopped back onto his bed, palms pushing into his eyes to block reality. Things had happened so quickly; he hadn't meant to attack Fury, it just happened! Dean had felt the anger and the white hot rage directed at Sammy, and then he had only felt the immediate need to protect his baby brother. Dean felt it, during the fight; he was one punch away from shifting right there. He remembered all the growling and howling he had made; honestly, he was surprised he hadn't shifted. A knock on his door brought Dean from his thinking.

"Come in," Dean called out half-heartedly.

A head of shaggy brown hair poked through the door cautiously, "Dean, can we talk?"

"Sure Sammy," Dean waved his brother inside and moved to sit on the side of the bed, "What's up?"

"What was that back there?" Sam placed himself on the bed, seated beside his brother.

"What was what?" Dean asked innocently and gazed at the floor.

"You know what." Sam insisted.

"Sam," Dean stopped and took a deep breath before he tried to start again, "It's… it's a werewolf thing."

The younger brother was just watching Dean intently, his eyes silently begging for Dean to continue; so he did.

"Ever since I was bitten, I've noticed that my emotions have been out of control. I think that it was my werewolf instincts kicking in; mostly it's just when I feel like I have to protect someone or when I get really angry. When Fury was walking towards you I could feel all of his rage and anger and I just had an overwhelming feeling to protect you." Dean wasn't meeting Sam's eyes; the wolf was staring at his wringing hands.

A hand placed itself on Dean's shoulder, "Dean," The older Winchester looked up into his baby brother's eyes, "I get it. I can't say that I understand everything that you're going through because I don't, but I can understand right now."

A soft smile touched Dean's face, "Thanks Sammy,"

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Even when Dean was sleeping he could always tell when something wasn't just right (he blamed John's paranoid teaching and drills and Dean's own instincts). The werewolf's hair was standing on end and his eyes snapped open; he was met with pitch black darkness and the feeling of being watched that made his skin crawl. Dean worked his tired eyes to see in the room, but for some reason he couldn't. The werewolf swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up; he immediately got light headed and fell back onto the bed.

"What the hell?" Dean groaned and rubbed his head.

"It's a little something I got from Bobby; it slowly begins to dull a werewolf's senses before they even know you're close and all the wolf has to do is inhale it." A voice purred from the shadows.

Dean's blood ran cold. That… it couldn't be…

"John?" Dean squeaked in genuine fear.

A figure pounced and a hand wrapped roughly around the wolf's throat, a face was grinning down at the helpless creature below, its teeth like a shark's and its eyes hungry for blood. "In the flesh," John growled fiercely.

Dean desperately tried to pry his father's hand off of his windpipe, breath was quickly escaping him. He glanced up into John's hungry eyes, silently pleading for a miracle. Cold metal pressed unforgivingly into Dean's chest. The werewolf's whole body seemed to shrink away from the weapon.

"Don't take it personally," John growled, his face suddenly going stone cold and unreadable, "I'm just ridding the world of another monster, just like you used to do. Don't you remember? The days before this?" The last word was hissed out. Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his brain was screaming for air.

"Get your hands off of him!" A body crashed into John from the side.

Dean gasped and sputtered, trying desperately to get air into his lungs when he found himself looking into deep blue eyes full of concern, "Dean, are you okay? Jarvis told us what was happening and we ran here as fast as we could," Steve had pulled the dazed wolf into a hug.

"He's drugged him," Bruce growled from his place in his room; which just so happened to be behind the bed, the doctor was holding the hunter to the wall by the neck.

"How do you know?" Natasha demanded and made her way over to Dean and yanked his head to examine his eyes.

"I can smell it, it's in the air. Probably something burning and giving off a gas, look for it and get it out of here." Bruce demanded.

Clint and Tony began sweeping the room, looking for anything.

"I got it," Tony called out and held up a cylindrical looking object that was slowly burning. It looked like a bunch of herbs rolled up in a paper bag.

"Get it out of here, Jarvis turn on a fan," Bruce commanded.

Tony ran from the room quickly, and the AI began the process of cleaning the air.

"Why are you protecting this monster?" John spat at Bruce, the doctor glared but no one said anything, John narrowed his eyes, "If you protect the enemy you are the enemy."

With reflexes like a hunter, John reached into jacket and pulled out a knife. He quickly jammed the blade into the arm that was holding him to the wall. Bruce howled in pain and dropped the older man in surprise. The room went deathly still.

"Bruce?" Steve asked carefully.

But they all knew that it wasn't Bruce he was talking to. Bruce grunted in anger and pulled the knife from his arm. He grabbed his head and let out an predatory growl.

"Shit!" Natasha swore and grabbed Clint, "We have to get out of here!"

"Why?" John demanded.

A loud roar came from the corner of the room where Bruce used to be. All sets of eyes were met with green.

"HULK HURT BAD MAN!" Hulk roared and charged towards John.

Steve jumped into action, running in front of the Hulk to put himself between the green beast and the hunter. "Hulk no!" Steve pleaded.

The Captain was struck with a monstrous fist, sending the blonde hurling towards the two assassins that were watching from the other side of the room. The solider crashed into the agents, sending them all to the ground. Hulk resumed his charge towards the panicking hunter.

"Bruce!"

Everyone turned at the sound of the cold voice. Dean was standing there, looking straight at the Hulk with a hard glare. The green beast turned to look towards Dean.

"Bruce, don't make me hurt you. John may be an asshole but he's still my dad and I won't let you hurt him." Dean pleaded and inched forward.

Hulk looked from Dean to John and back again. Without warning the Hulk rounded back and swung his fist with a roar. The werewolf pounced, landing swiftly on Bruce's shoulders and grabbed his arm, pulling it back with a supernatural strength. Bruce growled in anger and grabbed Dean easily by his torso, the green hand almost engulfed the other man's body. Bruce tossed Dean aside and moved to strike the hunter again, who was still in place from fear. An animalistic blindness took over Dean, wave after wave of instinct were hammering away at his sanity and he found himself being launched by his own legs towards his father.

Dean shifted mid-air, the dirty blonde wolf landed swiftly in between hunter and beast. Dean let out a fierce growl, his hackled were raised and his teeth were bared. If anyone watching was honest; it was a fearful sight. The Hulk cocked his head at the wolf in confusion. He reached out slowly and Dean let out a soft warning growl. Hulk's hand landed on Dean's head, just barely touching it, testing to see if Dean would attack or not. No one dared to move for a couple minutes, than Hulk started scratching. The green giant scratched right behind Dean's ear causing the big dog's tongue to loll out of his mouth and his tail to start wagging. A smile crept across Bruce's face and his anger began to disappear, slowly reverting him back to Bruce Banner. Bruce collapsed to the ground, suddenly weak. Dean quickly changed to his half-wolf form (just in case) and knelt down beside the doctor.

"Bruce," Dean placed a comforting hand on his back, "Are you alright?"

Bruce looked up slowly, "What do you mean 'are you alright'?!" His eyes were suddenly hysterical, "Oh God, is everyone else okay?!"

"Bruce we're all fine," Steve nodded firmly and lifted Bruce gently to his feet.

"You… you…" John stuttered as he pointed at Dean, "You… saved me…"

Dean turned to face the older hunter and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess,"

John's eyes narrowed, "Don't think I'm going to fall for this whole 'playing the hero' game. I know that you're really after human hearts."

Dean just gawked at the older man and was about to retaliate but was interrupted when Tony ran into the room screaming, "Sam's gone!"

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