Sam, Dean, and Rose continue to investigate.

Sam got up from his seat at the computer and walked over to the far wall of the basement. The corner was covered in shadow, the only light coming from the stack of monitors at the other end. Sam held his hand out and slowly inched forward. His hand came into contact with cold cement.

Sam put both hands on the wall. He felt the wall up and down, side to side. He felt a crack in the wall, jagged and small. He ran his fingers along the crack. It ran all up and down the wall, from top to bottom. Sam stretched his hand the other way, and felt where the connections of the two walls came together. It was solid there, and the thought of there being a door here started to fade from Sam's mind. As he looked over his shoulder at Dean and Rose, he saw the outline of another crack on the adjacent wall. A thought occurred to Sam, and he called for Dean and Rose to come over.

Under Sam's instructions, both were's leaned up against one wall on the far side of the crack, and pushed. At first, nothing happened, but them dust started to crumble down from the ceiling and the wall finally gave away. The other side of the wall came up where the crack was, and as Dean and Rose pushed their wall in, the other came out even farther.

After they had gotten the cement wall opened, all three of them stood before a long, dark tunnel, leading deep into the bowels of the earth. Sam pulled a flashlight out from his jacket and turned it on, illuminating the dirt and support structures like the inside of a mine. He took a step forward, but Dean laid a huge paw on his shoulder and chuffed. He stepped in front of Sam and took the flashlight. Sam and Rose fell into step behind Dean.

The tunnel was long and uneven. At some parts it was steep going up hill, and other parts it was slippery going down. Sam didn't know how long they had been in the tunnel, but he was beginning to worry about the flashlight. It had dimmed significantly as they journeyed, barely able to light up five feet in front of Dean.

Why didn't I put new batteries in it like I planned to! Sam shouted at himself in his head. But it didn't seem like he was going to need it much longer. The tunnel was slopping up now, a slab of concrete firmly in place in the ceiling. Dean looked at Sam and Rose, then pushed against it with one shoulder. It shuddered a little, but didn't budge. Dean grumbled a little and motioned for Rose to help him. Sam decided it wouldn't hurt if he pitched in a little too. All three pushed against the slab and it finally came loose, making it easier to lift. But they heard voices on the other side, and immediately fell silent. Dean pushed up on the slab a little with one hand, letting a small window of light allow them to see.

It seemed like they were in some sort of basement, or more specifically, a boiler room. Pipes were everywhere, steam leaking out of some of them. Were animals were all over the place, at least fifteen in total. Leopards, jaguars, boars, crocodiles, foxes, lions, wolves, and a wide array of other animals walked and rushed about, carrying tools and guns and other weapons throughout the entire joint. One werelizard was standing by a furnace melting down silver into bullet casts. There was cleaning, repairing, upgrading. If Sam didn't know better, it looked like they were preparing for war.

But why? Why were these were's gathered together? Dean and Rose looked at each other, then at Sam.

But he was staring at a werewolf standing next to a table. She was inspecting the weapons that were good to go, her light grey and white fur freshly cleaned.

Morgan turned and inspected the work going on around her. She had a hard look on her face, and the other were's around her looked at her with a weary eye. There was the sound of cluttering metal, and Morgan spun around. A distressed werecat had spilled a box of parts, and now the components were scattered al over the floor. Morgan narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth. As the cat stooped down to pick up the parts, Morgan grabbed the creature by the neck and hoisted it up by the scruff to muzzle level. She barked viciously in it's face, and threw the thing down on the floor. It frantically picked up all the pieces and scurried off the where it was originally headed.

Morgan growled to herself and snapped at all the other creatures that had fallen still to watch the spectacle. They buried themselves in their work once again and Morgan walked out of sight. Sam released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Dean lifted the slab up a little higher, allowing them all a better view of the lair. Sam looked around, and spotted two were standing next to a wall, a chained figure hanging on the wall behind them. Sam tapped Rose's shoulder, pointing at the man. He was beaten and bruised, covered in dirt and only tattered clothes hanging from his body. Rose's breath hitched.

Galvin, stirred a little, and one of the were's that were guarding him turned. Galvin lifted his head, one of his eyes swollen shut. He took a quick look around, and all three watchers could see the pain welling up in his eyes. But before he could scream, the were punched him, knocking him out and making blood spill from his mouth.

Rose yowled.

All were's stopped there work an immediately and looked towards the hatch were Sam, Dean, and Rose were peering out. Morgan spun and immediately recognized Dean as one of her own. But he was with Rose. How did she…? She curled her lips back and snarled.

"Time to go!" Sam said.

Just before the wave of werecreatures came down on them, Dean let the concrete slab fall, squishing the fingers of some unfortunate. Sam's flash light had gone out, leaving them all in complete darkness. Sam tripped and fell in the floor of the tunnel, he screamed out into the darkness, and someone, he couldn't tell if it was Dean or Rose, grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him onto their back. Sam grabbed onto their mane and hung on for dear life. By the galloping motion Sam was feeling, who ever he was riding was running on all fours. Snarling and growling filled the cave, echoing around Sam, making the hoard of monsters seem right behind him and in front of them as well.

After running at full speed for a few seconds, Sam and his rescuer took a hard right and skidded to a stop. Sam slid off as whoever stood up, and was immediately pushed against a wall, a fuzzy paw pressed against his mouth. The animal noises got louder, and Sam could hear the scraping of dirt as countless numbers of animals ran past them. The horrible noises disappeared down the tunnel, and Sam was finally released, taking in a huge breathe. A low growl rumbled right next to Sam's head. A hand gripped his shoulder and gently pushed him forward. The three walked back towards the house in silence.

When they reached the opening to the basement, both Dean and Rose leaned out and sniffed the air, to see if anybody was inside the house. Everything seemed clear. Just as the three stepped out into the basement, the first rays of sunrise drifted down from the stairs. Dean and Rose stiffened grimaced, and backed away into the tunnel. Sam took a step towards the tunnel, but somebody roared at him, making him jump back. Sam scrunched his face at the sound of bones crunching and snapping, animal growls turning into human moans. After a while, the sounds died down, and Sam could hear the two gasping.

"Sam…?" Dean spoke out.

"You guys alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah…" Rose said, her voice raspy. "Could you go find us some clothes?"

A/N: So...one of my friends, who I'd known since elementary school, and played soccer with, and played the trumpet with, and went to the same church with, put a gun in his mouth Wednesday night. He took everyone by surprise, he never seemed to be unhappy, he didn't say anything to anyone. I've been asked to be one of the people to carry his coffin(casket just doesn't sound right) at his funeral. I hadn't talked to him or even seen him in weeks. I never got to say good bye...

I've been in this situation before. My best friend in second grade died of cancer, and I was sick at the time. Didn't get to say good bye to him either... But after you turn twelve the brain is capable of higher levels of grief. So now it's harder. When I found out it was like I got hit by a train.

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