The sun had already set by the time they arrived in Murphy, North Carolina. Gwen's mood had grown more and more jittery the later it had gotten. Amy had nearly lost her life last time. That werewolf had pounced on her as she'd made her way home from her (then) boyfriend's house. If Gwen hadn't been in the right place at the right time, she could have been bitten, or worse.
She had Sam pull over once they crossed the town line. Dean slowed the Impala to a park behind them and stepped out. Gwen looked across the Intrepid at him.
"I really wanted to get here sooner." Her expression was sour
Dean held up his hands, "Take it up with college boy. I followed you guys."
Her brows furrowed before she shook her head, "I wasn't blaming -"
She sighed, "I'd wanted to meet up with Amy before starting this hunt. But I'm not about to go play 20 questions while there is a monster on the loose in this town … again."
Sam nodded, "I doubt there's anyone still at the police station who's working on the case. We can't even check bodies to make sure this is really a werewolf."
"Sure we can," Dean grinned.
Sam frowned, "We're not breaking into the morgue."
"Sammy -"
Gwen cut him off, "It will take too long. I'm not losing anyone tonight." Her eyes flashed, jawline set hard.
Both guys knew better than to push further. Dean crossed his arms, looking to Gwen, "So what's the plan?"
She paused, taking a breath and thinking a moment, "We stick together. And search the woods and neighboring streets until we find the thing or the sun comes up, whichever comes first."
They loaded up with silver bullets and set out on their search. It was setting up to be a very long night.