A/N: Hope y'all like this one! The story will get back on the case in the next chapter, so stay tuned and keep reading! =) Special thanks to all who have reviewed, followed, and favorited, as always. Happy reading!

~ Em


A few minutes passed in silence after my plea for Dean to end me.

"Dean? Come look at this...quick!" Sam called from the next room.

"I'll be right back," Dean said. He quickly went and grabbed his duffle bag and Sam's pistol. "You ain't dyin' on my watch," he murmured as he left to go talk to Sam.


As Dean practically ran into the room, followed by Sam, I mournfully raised my head. I had been hugging my knees, still in the same place where Dean had left me. He bounced onto the bed beside me, and I turned to look at him.

"You gonna shoot me now?" I asked, quietly.

"No, no...that's just it!" Dean exclaimed, grinning wildly. "You're safe, you're okay, we don't have to shoot you!"

I just stared at him, my world completely shattered yet again.

"The reason diagnosed cases are so rare is because those affected by this kind of lycanthropy can control their changes! Once the initial trigger happens, they can shift only parts of their body or become a full wolf - and they remember it! They're still human, just in a wolf's body...so you're safe, Emily! Your ESP will help us and you can still hunt and it's okay!" he said, the last bit jumbling together in an excited rush.

"Yeah...what he said," Sam spoke up, chuckling. "We'll keep a close eye on you tonight, but you should be fine."

I just sat very still for a few moments, processing this astounding information.

"W-wow," I finally managed to stutter out. "This is definitely gonna take some adjusting to," I said, smiling broadly. A werewolf? Who remembered their change? And could control it? How friggin' awesome was that?!

"There's our girl," Sam said as he broke into a grin. I was startled at how he referred to me as theirs. I guess with me being abnormal like he was, Sam didn't have any more hard feelings towards me like I'd feared.

"Good to have ya back, where've ya been?" Dean asked me, jokingly.

"Well, apparently I've been in a wolf's body!" I responded. "Speaking of that...since we're relatively secure here...could I try a partial shift?"

The boys considered it for a moment, and Dean gave me the go-ahead.


I relaxed my mind, searching for the more primal part of myself. I felt a rush of joy as my wolf spoke to me for the first time.

I am Amaris...your wolf side. I've waited for this day so long! What is it you wish for me to do? she asked kindly.

Wow. Um. I guess just give me your, er, my claws, I said, stumbling through the newness of being what I was.

All righty. And, just so you know, you can call on me anytime. This will be enjoyable for us both now that the initial shift is complete. You have nothing to worry about - it's painless! she reassured me.

"Okay, well um...I talked to my wolf. Her name is Amaris and uh, she's gonna give me my claws like I asked...she said it'll be painless and I can call on her whenever so...yeah," I informed the boys, giggling nervously.

"Go for it," they answered in unison.

I touched my wolf again, allowing her to spread like fire through my veins. Her raw power was almost overwhelming, but pleasantly so.

I could learn to love this, I thought.

Good! came the joyous reply as my nails began to sharpen.

The three of us watched in amazement as they lengthened and grew even sharper.

With my claws still out, I went into the bathroom. The boys followed me when I motioned them over.

Since I'd already ripped up most of it, I figured another test of my strength wouldn't hurt. I sliced my left index finger over the porcelain of the bath tub, gasping as it gave under the gentlest touch I could muster. I swung my right hand up and crashed into the tub, busting through it. My claws were almost into the room below us!

"Wow," I breathed. I was in awe of my own power. So were the boys, staring open-mouthed at what I had done with a single blow. I reached out to Amaris again. This time, I didn't have to verbally think anything, I just knew how to make my claws retract. "Just a sec," I told Sam and Dean.


I stood still and expanded my mind to take in the whole room, to feel everything in it. Slowly, I imagined everything becoming whole again, the room piecing itself back together.

When I opened my eyes, the room was pristine once more. I was very proud - that was the first time I'd healed anything not living and it had gone perfectly!

"Well, that could come in handy," Dean joked as he elbowed me in the ribs. Sam chuckled.

I laughed. "Yeah I guess so, especially with you two!" I shot back.

"Ready to go grab some breakfast?" Dean asked Sam and I.

"Yeah, sure!" I responded. Dean looked at me funny. "What?" I asked.

"You're not talking, silly. But I can hear you," Dean said.

Oh, I thought to Dean. Well, this could come in handy sometime, right?

Yeah, I guess so, he answered. Try it with Sam!

Test, test, test, I said to Sam. I waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. I tried it again, with the same results.

Dean glanced at me and realized what was going on. There was a pause as we both tried to figure out how to tell Sam.

"Sam...I don't know why, but I can't communicate with you. Only with Dean. I-I tried, but...well, it didn't work." I said, worried he would hold it against me.

"Oh," he said. His face fell as the news sunk in. "It's all right, I guess. Breakfast?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah sure!" Dean excitedly said.

"Sounds good to me," I told him, rubbing my hands together in overplayed anticipation.

We were off yet again, but this time I was the one puzzling in silence. Why could I only talk to Dean?