Part three of four as of now. I think I want to try out the Doppelganger story next if anyone is interested. Takes place after Sanity and Visions and Nightmares.

Rated M for language and violence.

Summary: The boys are off on their newest hunt, but neither of them were prepared for the outcome. Between an unexpected werewolf attack and a very pissed off demon, the boys have a rocky road ahead of them. Are they up to the challenge?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, Bobby, Missouri, or anything Supernatural related, but the story is mine. Enjoy!!

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"What's the plan, Dean?" Sam asked as they all headed towards the tunnel entrance. "Cause we don't have any weapons left, and the colt is empty."

"I'll think of something, Sammy."

When they reached the ladder, Sam stepped up onto the first rung and began to climb when Dean grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"What?"

"Let me go first. You guys stay down here until I give the all clear. Keep an eye on Jo," he added softly, sending a quick glance her way which she missed.

"When I said we need a plan, it wasn't supposed to involve you committing suicide," Sam stated.

"I'll be fine. Move, dude."

Dean gently guided Sam to the side and made his slow and painful way up the ladder. His clawed back screamed at him to stop, but he had people relying on him now so it would have to wait.

Bobby grumbled something under his breath again and began to climb up after Dean, but Sam laid a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"Give him a chance, Bobby. If it sounds like it's not going in our favor, I'll race you up."

Bobby nodded once but every bone in his body told him this was a stupid idea. He ignored it and listened intently for any signs of distress from Dean.

As Dean clambered out the first thing he did was cover the hole back up. Next, he looked around for his foe.

It didn't take long to find them because they were only a few feet away keeping watch over everything. The minute they heard the cover being moved, they all turned and stared directly at Dean as he emerged.

"Oh shit…" Dean whispered under his breath glancing at the very pissed off looking werewolves.

After their initial shock at seeing their master's prisoner escaping, they were suddenly hit with outrage when they realized that their master must be dead and the cure to their Lycanthrope virus along with him. Everything they had done was for nothing. They decided Dean was the one who had to pay for their wretched lives.

They easily surrounded him and began a slow advance, growling lowly in warning.

"Hey fellas… uh… look, just wanted a quick chat." Dean began to slowly rotate in place, keeping an eye on all the wolves around him. He held his hands out to show he wasn't trying to be a threat but stayed alert and in a fighting stance in case they decided they weren't the listening type.

"So talk," the apparent leader growled out.

"I know you guys aren't living in the best of circumstances right now what with the whole virus thing and I know you were hoping the demon could get rid of it… but he was lying to you all. There is no cure. I'm sorry."

"You lie!" one of the others screamed.

"No! I assure you I'm tellin' the truth. If there was a cure, believe me, I'd be looking for it too cause one of you gave the curse to my baby brother. I'd do anything to get my hands on it. But I've been a hunter most of my life. There is no such thing and that is just a fact we're all gonna have to deal with now. So I see two possible outcomes for today. One… you could take us on and whoever is left standing wins, or two… we could all just go our own peaceful ways and lives whatever lives we can. What do you say?"

Dean held his breath as all the wolves looked to their leader for an answer. "What is your name, hunter?"

"Dean. Dean Winchester."

"Winchester? I knew it! You smell of murder. My brother had a wife and two children a few years back and we were all living peacefully, not hurting anyone and living off of livestock and the occasional pet when we had no choice. Then a group of hunters tracked our pack down and killed them. I managed to escape, but I saw the hunters gun down my brother and his family. They were Winchesters. I remember you."

Dean gulped, remembering that very same day. "Crap. I'm so sorry about that, I really am. I swear I did not kill your family. I couldn't. The man who did is dead now and you turned my brother into your kind, so I think that makes us even. My brother and I know better now and that not everything Supernatural is evil. I'm sorry it took us so long to figure that out. I can't bring them back, but I can let you all go. You didn't hurt anyone before that demon showed up, and I have a feeling you won't now that he is gone. In my book, that makes you guys not evil. I'm willing to walk away if you are."

The wolf looked taken aback at such kind words from a hunter. It was used to hunters destroying their homes and families without a conscience. Perhaps they were even now.

"We have no fight against the others. We will let them pass unscathed. But you and your brother… you caused us more harm than good. I can not simply forgive you for what you did."

"Whoa, hey… my brother was not involved in the slightest. He was at school. It was me and my dad and a friend of the family. Your quarrel isn't with him either. Let them all go."

"You would sacrifice yourself for them?" the leader asked, head cocked to one side.

"Any time, any day. That's what family is for."

The wolf nodded his agreement. "I do not like to murder, hunter. Judging by your words you understand the pain you've caused us. I will let you all go this time, but if you ever come near us again, I will not be so generous. Get your friends and family, and get out."

Dean nodded his agreement and thanks to the beast he now saw as a man and an equal, and he turned his back to them and removed the cover, calling to the others to climb. When he turned back around, the wolves were no where to be seen. The tension left with them and Dean suddenly found he could breath a lot easier now.

He helped Sam, Bobby, and Jo out of the hole and covered it back over once again.

"What did you do, Dean?" Sam asked, glancing around at the empty woods around them.

"I just leveled with them, Sammy. Turns out they're not much different from us after all. Come on, we've gotta get going."

He turned to lead the way to the Impala when his knees buckled from beneath him. They would have sent him face first into the ground if Bobby and Sam hadn't been right there to grab a hold of him. Dean groaned as all the aches and pains in his body made themselves known now that the danger had passed. He stayed perfectly still, waiting for his vision to clear and his head to stop throbbing so intensely.

"Dean?" Sam's worried voice broke through the fog. He felt two calloused hands, which he discerned were Bobby's, on the back of his neck and his forehead. He wanted to push them away and say he was fine, but his voice and strength failed him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing through the pain and nausea.

"Dean!" Sam called much louder after seeing Dean's eyes close. "Stay with me, man. Don't fall asleep," he demanded. At his brother's pleading voice, Dean knew he had to do something so Sammy wasn't so worried. He forced his eyes back open and his throat to start working again.

"I'm okay, Sammy. Just give me a sec."

"Sorry, kid. We don't have a sec. Let's get you outta here. Sam, grab his other arm," Bobby directed, grabbing onto Dean's right arm and together he and Sam gently raised Dean back up and began half dragging him towards the car, a worried Jo following close behind.

Dean tried to make his legs cooperate, but he was so tired from all the emotional turmoil and lack of sleep he'd been getting.

Bobby could feel Dean's insistence that his legs move and knew how embarrassed he must feel being carried. "It's okay, Dean. Just relax. We've gotcha." Bobby readjusted his grip, taking on more of Dean's weight as Dean stopped his struggles and did as he was told. Bobby smiled fondly at him. God, he loved these boys.

They gently lowered Dean into the back seat of his car and Jo slid in beside him. Bobby pulled a small flashlight out of the glove compartment and shined it into Dean's eyes who winced away and tried to lift his arm to block it. Bobby pushed his arm back down.

"Don't fight me, kiddo. Just trying to see if you have a concussion," Bobby soothed.

After a few more seconds, Bobby pulled back to find himself face to face with a worried Sam.

"He'll be alright, Sam. His head'll kill for a while, but he can sleep on the ride home. We'll wake him when we get there and ask him the usual questions to see if there is any damage to worry about."

Sam nodded and sighed in relief. He fished the keys out of Dean's pocket and Bobby climbed into the passenger seat, putting away the light.

Dean felt himself sliding down the seat but was helpless to stop himself. Jo reached over and carefully pulled him towards her, laying his head on her lap. When he realized where he was, he panicked slightly and tried to sit back up but Jo kept pressure on his head and shoulder, keeping him down.

"Shh… you're okay, Dean." When she felt his muscles relaxing again, she lightened her pressure and began slowly stroking her fingers through his hair. In a matter of seconds, Dean was asleep.

TBC