A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me. Again I want to thank the readers out there who have been following this story as the support has been killer!!
They stayed in the panic room as the sun was starting to set. Overhead the sky was turning from a fiery red to a rich purple hue. The moon would soon be overhead then show time! Dean secured the latches and pressed his head against the cool iron wall. This was the third night in a row now they would be trapped like animals, literally.
"Dean," Brooklyn placed her hand on his shoulder and turned him around. A sad smile had crossed her face making the hunter feel as if he had been shot in the heart with a silver bullet.
"I keep telling myself it will soon be over but maybe I'm fooling myself," he fought back bitter tears.
"It will be over tonight's the last night of the cycle for this month."
"I know that Brook but what about the next time and the time after that?!"
Brooklyn sighed and turned away. She didn't know what else to say or if anything she did say would ease his mind. The hunter sat on the well worn bed and put her head in her hands. The pain slowly bubbled up through her body beginning in pit of her stomach. The pain exploded in her head turning her vision blood red. The cry didn't even reach her lips as the blackness swallowed her whole.
Bobby and Sam crossed the city limits as Sam straightened up at the sight of his hometown. It was still the same old Lawrence. Massachusetts Street was still bustling with tourists and shoppers as they turned east on 7th Street. They passed Oak Hill Cemetery where Quantrill's victims were interred to rest. Sam felt a sudden overwhelming sense of grief as they rumbled by. He knew it was the echoes of the city's traumatic history reaching out to him begging for him to hear their cries. Sam turned his gaze on the road ahead as they soon pulled up to Missouri's house.
Sam knocked lightly on the door. It had been a few years since they were last here but kept in contact with the medium on a regular basis.
Missouri opened the door smiling warmly at the two men. She hadn't changed a bit.
"Bobby and Sam do come in," she ushered them in. She already had two cups of coffee waiting for the men in the living room.
"Robert Singer don't you even think about putting those shoes on my carpet," Bobby looked down seeing his mud caked boots.
"And don't you curse at me," Bobby merely grumbled as he toed off his boots. Sam quickly followed earning a nod of gratitude from the woman.
"I have the mistletoe ready. Now all they need to do is brew it up and drink it one week before the lunar cycle. They only but need to use a small amount now," Missouri handed over the pouch to Sam who carefully placed it in his jacket.
Missouri looked over at Sam and frowned. She took his hand in hers sensing his hidden pain.
"Sam, I know you're worried about them. You're worried they're going to hurt or kill someone or worse."
Sam nodded and looked away.
"As much as a pain in the ass your brother can be, he's a strong soul."
Bobby suppressed a laugh as the phrase pain in the ass was putting it lightly sometimes when it came to Dean. Missouri turned her attention to the older hunter.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I was you, Bobby. I can recall a few times where you were quite the pain in the ass yourself."
Her stern disapproving stare made Bobby shrink a little in his seat.
"Alright then back to business gentlemen. Are we clear on what needs to be done?"
Sam nodded and finished up his coffee. He was anxious to get back to Dean and Brooklyn.
"Sam, it's already nightfall," Missouri's voice cracked the silence.
He looked out the window seeing the skies had turned black dotted with the stars.
The smaller werewolf sniffed at the door and studied the latch which kept it securely in place. She stood on her hind legs and gripped the solid iron bar. Her solid amber eyes fixed on the solid back form of her mate seeing him watch her with an intense curiosity. She noticed this time the bar was secured with another layer of iron. Like that was going to hold them in. They were not going to be denied the call to hunt, not this night.
He watched as her body tensed and muscles tightened under the rich layer of copper as the first layer of iron was ripped from the wall. It dropped to the floor with a loud thud. He leapt from the bed joining her as together the iron bar was twisted and torn until it was pulled away. The smell of freedom was within their grasp as they charged from their gilded prison and through the house.
The night time air filled their lungs as they breathed in the scents and aromas of the South Dakota night. He turned and rubbed his snout alongside hers in an affectionate gentle manner. She closed her eyes leaning into him. They continued nuzzling and groaning until a scent crossed their path.
He jerked his head up sniffing with short hard breaths. It was the tantalizing scent of something large and enticing. It was the scent of prey.
"Sam they'll be alright," Bobby said for the millionth time. They were heading back north with the precious cargo in toll.
"Yeah but still, I feel as if something's not right. Something's off back in South Dakota," the urgency in his voice made Bobby push down harder on the accelerator. The truck started rattling but kept steady as they raced across the Nebraska countryside.
The large stag cautiously treaded through the woods feeding on the few grasses and berries it could find. Something was in the air, something not natural but still it continued to feed. It didn't see the two sets of amber eyes watching it from a distance.
Silently and stealthily they tracked the impressive stag as it paused to drink from the creek. The larger one spotted a large ancient tree and leapt up digging its claws into the thick bark scaling the towering cottonwood with ease. She watched from below and moved around so the wind wouldn't pick up her scent. The powerful earthen scent made the creature salivate and the fur bristle in excitement.
Instinct taught her to be still and patient as she crouched on her belly and waited. Her thick bushy tail swished back and forth like a cat stalking a mouse. Her talon like claws dug into the earth eager to tear the soft body of the stag apart.
She wouldn't have to wait long.
Her eyes caught movement as the black mass that was her mate jumped from the tree and pounced on the buck. The animal didn't stand a chance.
Its cries of pain and agony went unheard as his sharp needle like canines crushed its throat then ripped out its larynx silencing the animal once and for all. He howled into the nighttime sky before tearing into its prey's side. She burst from the underbrush greeting him by licking off the blood from his nose and snout. He pushed her towards the stag's corpse allowing her to take part in the offering before her.
"Well what do ya mean something's not right? Care to speak in English?"
"I can't explain it, Bobby. I just know something's not right. How much longer do we have?"
"A few more hours," came the grumbled reply.
Sam pressed his head against the cool glass and closed his eyes. He hand subconsciously reached down for the small pouch and covered it in a protective fashion.
The werewolves were interlocked resting after the blood feast. The creatures in the surrounding woods had fled in terror leaving them be for rest of the night.
Bobby and Sam finally arrived back the salvage yard. The lights were on as they had left as such before leaving but the front door was precariously hanging off its hinges with the glass on the front door busted out.
"Dean, Brooklyn!" Sam shouted out. Bobby grabbed the shotgun. Silence greeted them as they scoured the yard. Not even the sound of crickets could be heard.
They entered the house with trepidation as the werewolves could be anywhere. The first floor was clear as they headed up the stairs pausing at every creak and groan. The second floor was clear as well. Sam could feel his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest as he and Bobby made their way towards the panic room.
"Shit," Bobby muttered as he saw the damage that was done. Sam ran his hands over the contorted wrought iron knowing it took some serious strength to rip those from the wall as Bobby had welded them himself.
"Feel like going on a little hunt?"
Sam looked over seeing Bobby running his hands over the damage already assessing what needed to be done. The younger man looked at his watch seeing it was 5:30 in the morning.
"Yeah we better get going. The sun's gonna be up soon and they'll be reverting back."
Grabbing some blankets and other supplies, the hunters raced out the door. Along the way they grabbed Rummy as he would be able to track them down a lot faster.
The warm bright rays penetrated through the trees reaching the two naked bodies intertwined on the ground. Dean opened his eyes seeing the tall cottonwood trees surrounding them.
Cottonwood trees!?!? What the Hell?!?!!?
His eyes shot open seeing they weren't in the panic room. Somehow they had busted out of jail and ran amuck through the woods and that was only the start. He saw the blood and entrails strewn around them and looked down at their own bodies.
Splotches of dried blood caked their bodies with bits of flesh skin and fur dotted across. That nauseating feeling was returning again as he spied the corpse a few feet away.
"Not again," he muttered before feeling his stomach's contents violently heave back up.
Brooklyn woke up with the hint of tin and copper lacing her tongue and lips. The sounds of Dean getting ill reached her ears making her sit up. It was then she noted her surroundings.
"We're not in Kansas anymore," Dean spat out between episodes. She could see the pain he was in as Dean was doubled over with both arms over his midsection.
Brooklyn let her eyes wander and spotted the mutilated and devoured remains of what was once a deer. She put two and two together feeling the sharp sickening feeling take over. They had hunted killed and eaten a deer! Brooklyn clawed and scooted back from the gory remains while battling the rising bile that was burning in the back of her throat.
The first explosion from her body was the most painful. It felt as if her insides were being ripped and shredded from her body.
Rummy had his nose firmly to the ground leading Sam and Bobby through the woods.
"You sure he isn't part Bloodhound?"
"Yep, just got a damn sharp nose," Bobby kept pace with his dog as the Rottweiler continued following his nose.
Suddenly he stopped and growled a deep menacing rumble, one that Bobby or Sam had never heard before.
"Looks like he's onto something," Bobby proceeded through the woods with gun held level. Sam brought up the rear while Rummy just remained behind. The dog refused to budge and watched as the two men went on ahead.
Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slumped against the tree. Brooklyn was still getting ill from the revelation that they had done this, hunted and killed another living thing like two vicious animals.
He slid over and ran his hand up and down her back and placed his forehead upon her lower back.
"I know it sucks the morning after," he whispered.
Brooklyn sat up and closed her eyes refusing to look upon the carnage they had caused. Dean drew her in his arms and kissed the cool sweaty forehead.
Off in the distance he heard the footsteps tread lightly through the woods about a mile away. He could pick up the scent of Bobby and Sam like a shark smelling a smallest amount of blood in endless sea. Dean closed his eyes and held Brooklyn closer as they waited for Sam and Bobby to arrive.
Alright hopefully another update tonight! I will be out of town tomorrow and Saturday but I will try to have something up Friday night.
