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Chapter 10:

Dean's world was moving. Whatever I drank last night I am definitely not drinking that again. He thought. If the constant swaying didn't stop soon Dean was going to lose his stomach. He tried to grip to the blanket under him with his left hand; his right felt heavy and wasn't working for some reason. The world continued to spin and Dean felt that if he let go of the bed he would just float away. He tried to swallow and it felt like someone had filled his mouth with sand. The need for water caused Dean to give up trying to not throw up, so he opened his eyes. Wait, Dean thought, this is not my tent or a motel room. Suddenly the events of past flood back to him and Dean realise that there was only one place he could be, Bobby's panic room. As Dean laid there the world settled, but he didn't dare move yet. First he had to work out what his family was up too. Thank God for wolf hearing.

Dean listened to the noises of the house. "Almost done Sam. One more stitch." Bobby's voice was so clear to Dean he could have been standing right next to Dean instead of the kitchen above him. "You're damn lucky it was just a scratch, otherwise I would need another panic room. How's the arm?"

"Fine, just a bit sore." Dean held his breath as brother talked. "Do you think it's him?"

Dean heard Bobby sigh. "I just don't see how it could be Sam. I'll admit, the way you've said he acted and what John's saying his gut telling him, makes it seem like it's him. But your Dad burnt Dean's body himself, I just can't overlook that. So, until it's proven otherwise I'm saying it's not him." Bobby sighed again. "I hope I'm proved wrong though Sam. We'll wait and see if I find anything in the woods."

"Do you think he's dangerous?" Sam asked Bobby. Dean couldn't bear to listen to his brother, he could hear the hope that Sam was building in his voice. Great, knowing that it is me is just going to make it that much harder on them when they eventually kill my werewolf arse. Dean thought. Sam's going to hate who ever pulls the trigger, my death is going to tear them part. I should have just stayed dead.

"To be honest Sam, I have no clue. We haven't seen a wolf like him before. He seems to have complete control in wolf form and able to change when he wants into a wolf. We don't know if this is some cruel trick or if he always has control. What happens when the change is caused by the moon, will he lose control over the wolf? We will just have to wait and see. Sam, you have to remember though that if he is dangerous, if he's a risk to civilian then we going to have to kill him. I wish there was another way, but there is no cure. Just try not to get to attach."

There was silence up stair. What Bobby had just said had ended the conversation. Good at least someone is thinking straight. As for his Dad, Dean could hear his steady breathing just outside the panic room door. Dean knew that when his Dad had woken up he had recognised him, but whether his Dad thought he was dangerous like Bobby or if he was thinking he could be saved like Sam, Dean didn't know. Even though Dean had no idea if the man behind the door would kill him where he slept or not, he fell back to sleep feeling safe just knowing his Dad was watching him.

When Dean next awoke things were clearer. Bobby's panic room was no longer spinning around him. Dean also realised that right arm was set and bandaged, and that his ribs were also bandaged. This was a problem. The full moon was fast approaching and though Dean healed fast as a human his healing as a wolf was rapid in comparison. As soon as Dean under goes the change his broken bones will shifted and if they not straight when he's a wolf then they'll heal crooked. The change is not normal painful but with broken bones moving against each other it's excruciating, but when the bones haven't healed straight changing back to human maybe impossible. Though his family hasn't killed him yet, when they find out he can't change back to human, how long will they keep him around? What's the other option? They keep him as a pet? Dean couldn't see that happening. So why make it harder on them. Dean thought. So when his family came to talk to him, Dean just remained silent or pretended to sleep.

John was the easiest, once he realised Dean wasn't talking he seemed happy to just talk. Telling Dean about Sam growing up and Dean was comfortable just lying there listening to his Dad talk. Bobby seemed to be the only one who had any brains. He let Dean know exactly what would happen if he step out of line. Dean was thankful for Bobby, he knew that the old man was just doing what was necessary to keep his family safe, and until Dean was proven safe he would remain locked in the panic room. Sam however was the most difficult. As soon as his brother started talking Dean had to rollover and look at him. As his brother apologised to Dean, Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of course Sam should have shot him. He was some unknown wolf and his brother at the time had no idea that there were werewolves out there like Dean. As tears began to roll down his brother's face, Dean realised what was causing Sam distress. It was his ear, that little half-moon circle cut out of his ear from the bullet. He had begun to grow his hair to try to hide it, but that had yet to cover the scar. It was now acting as a reminder to Sam that he had almost killed his brother. So Dean turned his back on his brother, to hide his ear from his sight. He felt bad about turning away from Sam, but he had to do it. Sam didn't talk to him again, but Dean could always work out where he was in the house.

A few hours before the full moon was due to rise Dean felt the tingle. Most werewolves will just change before the moon rises to avoid been forced into the change. Also to rid themselves of the feeling they get before the moon rises. To Dean it started off as just tingle, but he knew it would progress to feeling like bugs were crawling under his skin. Dean knew that this change was going to hurt so he was going to put it off until he couldn't fight it anymore. There was even a part of his brain that believe maybe if he tried hard enough he could fight the change completely. So he laid there listening to John and Bobby talk in the kitchen. Soon he body began to shake, he try to suppress the shiver which had begun to course up his spine.

"How did he grow up to be so stubborn? We can obviously tell he's not sleeping by the way he's shaking, but still he pretends." He heard his Dad say. Shit, how long have they known I was pretending for? Dean thought. Well no reason to keep up the game. Dean had to move the itch was so intense in his body. He jumped out of bed and began pacing the room. "That little bastard can hear us." His father said. Goddamn it. He wasn't meant to give away he enhanced hearing. Stupid camera recording everything. Dean thought scowling at the camera. He heard his Dad laughing up stairs.

When the moon finally crest the horizon Dean froze as soon as began to enter the night sky. For a second he tried to stop it. He tried to stop his body from changing, but the first ripple of his muscle sent him to his knees in pain as his broken bones shifted. Dean could hear scream and he knew it was coming from him but he couldn't stop it. As muscle and skin stretched, and his bones began to elongate and change. White hot pain coursed through him. He felt the broken bones in his right arm slide against one another as the bandage tore away. The bandages around his rib ripped free as his chest expanded and became more brawl like. His broken ribs slide out place. It felt like the change lasted for hours and not seconds.

"Dean?" His father voice snapped Dean back to reality. He had to not let on how much pain he was in. So he listened to his father, nodded when he had and he even managed an eye roll at his Dad's joke about barking when he needed something. Breathing was painful and a combination of not been able to get enough air into his lungs and only been able to stand on three legs was enough to force Dean to the ground. Thankful, John seemed to pick up on Dean's discomfort and so he ushered Sam and Bobby from the room. John didn't leave him though. He sat just outside the door, talking to Dean, easing his pain. A bit later he smelt Sam at the top of the stairs and Dean smirked to himself, of course Sam would ignore their Dad's orders. Soon, Sam breathing even out and not long after John voice drifted off as he too fell asleep. Dean lay there cursing himself. His ribs and arm no longer hurt, but they still were uncomfortable. Breathing just didn't feel right, it was stiff, and if Dean looked at his sided he could see a definite lump. His front leg however, was on an awkward angle. Dean was pretty sure he could walk on it now, but it definitely hadn't healed straight. Fucking fantastic, I'm going to be stuck as a wolf. Dean thought.

Dean didn't sleep. He laid on the floor of the panic room listen to the sounds of his brother and Dad sleeping. God, he had missed those sounds. The moon inched its way closer to the horizon. It was an hour before the moon was to set that Dean heard them. It was long drawn out howl. It was far enough away that Dean wasn't worried about it waking any of his family. He heard the answering howl and he instantly recognised who they belong to. It was Doc and Kit, they had tracked Dean down and where in the process of checking the boundaries. The howls where letting each other know everything was safe. Soon Dean heard closer rumbles and whines; they were to low and high in range for a human to hear, but not for a wolf. This was Kit's and Doc's away of checking on Dean. They were asking if he needed rescuing. Dean answered no in his own deep rumbling growl. However, he knew they wouldn't leave him here. He could smell the worry pouring off them.

As the moon finally left night sky, Dean felt the second it dipped below the horizon. He smelt Kit and Doc transform back into humans. Their scent changing from the heady wolf musk to the more subtle aromas of their human forms. Dean tried to change back to his human form, but as his muscle stretched and pulled against his fused bones and those bones refused to twist and stretch into their original form Dean growled in pain. The whole process left him still a wolf and panting into the panic room floor.

"Hey Dean, are you still a wolf down there?" Kit's voice drifted down to Dean in the panic room. Dean whine as an answer.

"You transformed with broken bones didn't you?" Doc sounded tried. "And let me guess, you didn't think of letting your family know that if you transformed during the full moon with broken bones then your bones would set wrong before you had a chance to change back? Or are they just pig-headed hunters that are too blind to see that you are as dangerous to them as puppy." Dean felt the growl building at hearing Doc talking about his family like that. Dean preferred they treat him like the werewolf he was not a puppy. "Dean drop it okay. I'm not angry at your family, because I am almost 100 percent certain that you didn't let them in on that piece of information. I think it's time we wake up your family so you and me Dean can have a little talk."

Oh god, Dean thought. This is not going to be good. One thing Dean always found about Doc was that he never beat around the bush. He was direct and to the point, he also never back down from a fight especially if it was about the safety or health of a member of his pack. This force that was Doctor Lewis James was about to meet the unmovable object that was John Winchester.

Dean winces when he starts to hear Doc and Kit banging on the front door. Yeah, that the right way to go to get my family's trust. Dean could only shake his head as in disbelief. John woke up first, quickly opening the panic room door to check on Dean. Once he saw that Dean was safe and still a wolf John took off with gun at the ready. Dean could hear Sam and Bobby also heading towards the door. He could imagine his family counting down to three with their fingers before pulling the door open. There was no gun fired so that's a plus.

"You must be John and Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer." Doc's voice was clear and sharp, Dean smirked he was using his alpha voice. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you all. Dean has spoken very highly of all of you. I am Doctor Lewis James and this is Kit. I believe Dean is in your basement, may I speak with him?"

Dean heard three guns be cocked and he knew they were pointing directly at Doc and Kit. "So knew that wouldn't work." Dean would have laughed if he could as he imagined the look his family were giving Kit after that statement.

"Ok fine, it was worth a try though." Doc sounded as if everything was normal and not at all as you would expect someone with at least three guns pointed at them. "Let me guess Dean is still in his wolf form down stair, even though the moon has left the sky. He probably hasn't been very talkative either. Well I'm here to let you know that if you don't let Kit and I see him, Dean will most likely remain as a wolf for the rest of his life. Which would you prefer a pet wolf or your son back?"

"How do you know Dean?" John asked.

"Long story short, we hunt with your son." That the very short version Doc, Dean shook he at Doc's answer. "The sooner you let us see Dean the sooner we can help him and then we can talk as much as you like. You can even keep those guns pointed at us, if that makes you feel better."

There was a pause, and Dean held his breath. "Fine, but if either of you even look at anyone sideways I'll shoot you dead." Dean was surprise John was even letting them in to the house. He heard movement through the house as Doc and Kit were led toward the panic room.

As they came down the stairs Dean tried to slow his breathing. He knew what was coming when that door open and he wasn't going to like it. Bobby pushed the door open and waved Kit and Doc through with his shot-gun. As soon as Doc saw Dean, Dean knew he was angry at him. Doc had the same look he always had when Dean did something stupid.

"Hey Dean, looking big and scary as always." Kit greeted Dean with a smirk as Dean just looked up at him from the floor. The kid really did love pushing his buttons.

"Mr Winchester how long has Dean just been lying like this?" Doc had switched to into Doctor mode.

"Since he transformed."

"I'm guessing it wasn't a nice easy transformation. Did have any injuries that you know of before he changed?" Doc question John, but he squatted in front of Dean looking over him. Dean watched as Doc's eyes took in his mangle right front leg and how tight his breathing was. Doc knew exactly which bones Dean had broken, his question to John was a test for the man.

"Yes, he had a broken right arm and a few broken ribs. We patched him up when he arrived." John paused. "Was that why the change seemed so painful for Dean and why he hasn't changed back."

Doc actually turned to look at John. Wow, Dad impressed Doc. Dean thought.

"The change is normally not painful. It is sometimes uncomfortable, but it's only ever painful if something wrong. Dean here has one of the fastest changes I've ever seen. He's like fluid." Doc turned his attention back to Dean. "The real problem with wolves transforming with broken bones is that those bones can shift during the transformation. Then the rapid healing of the wolf form can set these bones wrong, which in some cases prevent the wolves from changing back. However, there is a chance that the bones can be broken and reset allowing the wolf to transform normally if it done soon enough. Mr Winchester with Dean's permission I would like to try to reset his bones, if that is okay with you?"

"You are asking if I mind if you break my son bones on the chance that it might allow him to change back to human. Hell yes I mind, but it's not up to me. Dean you know about this stuff, it's your choice."

Dean could only nod; he couldn't believe the weird twilight zone he had found himself him. His hunter family were in the same room with werewolf family and they weren't killing each other.

"This is not going be nice for Dean, but please no matter what stay back. I would have you locked behind that door." John shook his head no to Doc's suggestion. "Fine, but you are not to approach. Dean will be in pain and not thinking straight, I would hate it if Dean was to lash out and one of you get hurt. Kit is here to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Time to get up close and personal Dean." Kit joked to Dean as he place himself behind him. "I've got to hold you down, okay?" Dean just nodded. He knew this was the only way, so he didn't hurt anyone. Kit wrapped his legs around Dean's waist and his arms around his neck, one arm snaked its way around Dean's muzzle holding it shut. Dean tried to keep breathing evenly as Doc began to feel out his broken bones.

"Are you ready Dean? I am sorry about this." That was all the warning Doc gave before he grabbed Dean's front right leg and twisted it. The crack of the bone breaking echoed throughout the room, but Dean at first felt no pain just shock. He saw his family shifted to come to his aid, guns slowly rising. "Stay back!" Doc ordered.

As pain began to flow from Dean's arm Doc place his hands over Dean's ribs. Pain erupted in his ribs and Dean just had to get away from it. He slammed his body back into Kit; he couldn't think he just had to get away from the hands that were hurting him. Strong hands held his jaw shut so he lashed out with his legs. Bucking his body trying to dislodge whoever was preventing his escape.

"Kit hold him still. Dean, Dean! You have to calm down." Doc's voice broke through his pain haze. He then noticed that he was looking directly at the man, whose eyes were darting from Dean's and then to his family. When Dean glance back at them and saw the fear on their faces he intensely stilled. "Good Dean, good. Just a bit longer have to straighten the bones now."

As Doc got to work straightening his bones Dean tried to not react. Doc had gotten tape from somewhere and he was taping up Dean's ribs so they healed straight. Dean breaths were short and sharp, but he didn't buck and fight again until Doc started to work on his front leg. However, as soon as his fight would start again he would look toward his family and the need to protect them not only from himself, but from knowing the pain he was in, stilled him.

Doc applied the last of the tape to Dean's leg. Kit loosened his grip on Dean and when Dean didn't make any attempt to move he released him entirely. "Done, hopefully in an hour or so Dean will able to transform normally again." Doc spoke as he pushed himself off the ground and turned to face Dean's family.

"Good," John answered with a gun pointed directly at Doc. "Now, how about you tell us who exactly you are, and how you know my son."