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Sam awoke to a dimly lit room and the smell of cooking meat. He inhaled and immediately regretted doing so, pain hit his nerve ending and made his gasp in shock. What had happened? Oh right, a crazy mob of psychotic cult members had beaten him to a bloody pulp. What a wonderful evening it had been.

"What time is it?" He croaked, slowly rising with half open eyes and a pained expression.

"Three in the afternoon, you were out cold man." Dean sent him a glance as he flipped a spatula he was using to cook some sort of meat.

Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes then slowly stood, pain once again shooting through his entire body.

"I really hate cult members." Sam sighed as he hobbled to the bathroom, Dean chuckling at his brother.

"Yeah well, I gave them plenty of an ass whooping for ya. Speaking of which, I'm gonna go check out the sight today and see what those crazy kids were up to."

"By I you mean we, correct?" Sam said from the other side with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Sorry Sammy, I don't want to be dragging your injured butt around having to worry about you getting killed. Victoria and I will take care of it." Dean pulled his burgers off the stove as he heard the door open again.

"Victoria? As in werewolf Victoria?" Sam came around the corner and Dean grimaced at the bruised face.

"Yeah, we talked last night and she, uh, wants to help us out."

"And you're letting her."

"Yeah, why not?" Dean was getting annoyed.

"I'm just surprised you of all people would let a werewolf in our midst." Sam shrugged and sat down, Dean sending him a glare.

"What's that s'ppsed to mean?"

"Well you're usually a little more shoot now ask questions later… Hey don't get me wrong, I like her just fine, I'm just surprised by your change in heart." Sam met Dean eyes and he was surprised by the anger that suddenly lay there.

"Dunno if you noticed Sam but her and I have a little more in common then I'd like. So no, I'm not going to shoot ask questions later if she can help me out of this." Dean growled out and pushed Sam a cheeseburger over then sat with a huff and began eating his own.

"Sorry, didn't mean to piss you off."

Dean grumbled something incoherent, Sam was assuming and insult, as he bit into his triple cheeseburger.

They ate in silence as Sam went over the events in his mind and Dean thought happily of his delicious burger. Sam ate slowly, the pain of moving to quickly making him careful.

How had they just stumbled upon a case? That never happened, especially with the circumstances taking place right now. He knew they were doing a big time summoning ritual, but of what? Dean had stopped it, but to what degree?

Sam didn't care what his brother said, he was going back to that ritual site today. Sam was surprised at how easily Dean was now accepting the fact of what he had become. Well, at least he seemed to be. If Dean was lying he'd be joking around and covering it up with humor, but for once his brother was being incredibly serious. A sign that he was showing on how he truly felt on the matter, which appeared to be taking it in moment by moment. Dean finished his burger and licked the grease off his fingers, Sam eyeing him curiously.

"So, the demon they were summoning last night, you think it got out?" Sam set down his meat as Dean looked up at him licking his lips.

"Dunno, that's what I'm gonna find out today." Dean eyed the stack of frozen raw burgers on the counter before turning to meet Sams eyes.

"I'm going with you."

"No you're not."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Lets settle this the old fashion way." Sam sent Dean a glare that told him he was dead serious. Dean brought up his fist to meet Sam, and began the match of rock, paper, scissors. Dean went with scissors, as usual, and Sam crushed him with rock. Glaring at Sam, who was smiling with a swollen eye, Dean huffed out a sigh.

"Fine, but if you get kidnapped or something it's your own fault."

At that they rose and got ready to leave, a knock was heard at the door and Dean opened it swiftly. In the frame stood Victoria, her small build deceiving from the strength she truly held.

"You girls ready to go?" She smirked and Dean gave her a fake laugh.

"Yeah, just waiting for crippled boy here." Dean threw back a thumb, indicating Sam who was still wrestling with getting a clean shirt on.

"This morning you said you thought the demon might have been released, if that's true what do you guys gotta do?" Victoria met Deans eyes.

"Exorcise the son of a bitch, send it back to hell. It's a unique case, we usually don't just stumble onto these things. And I don't even know if we're going to be able to tell if it escaped, should be but with that large of cult I'm assuming this sucker is pretty strong."

Sam came up beside them and gave them both a glance at their stares.

"What?"

"Nothin'" They said in unison then turned and headed down the hall with smiles at the fact that his shirt was backwards, leaving Sam with a confused look.

Arriving at the site Dean and Victoria both already knew something was wrong, they pulled into the field and got out, eyes wide and nostrils flared.

"You smell that?" Dean asked while looking into the depths of the forest, he sniffed the air as Sam gave him a leery glance.

"Blood." Victoria said with a hard expression, her brow furrowed in concern.

At a quick pace they began heading into the woods, Sam gimping behind trying his best to keep up with his brother.

The woods was bright and warm today, the beams of sunlight penetrating the gaps between the leaves. The wind blew lightly against their faces, bringing the tangy, coppery scent of spilled blood to their nostrils. Sam could smell nothing as they approached the site, but Dean and Victoria were nearly knocked of their feet by the overpowering scent. Dean grew tense and uneasy, something wasn't right here. Victoria sent him a nervous look, confirming that she felt the same thing. Pushing the branch away from his face Dean stepped into the ritual site, last night he had been tied up here and his brother beaten into a bloody pulp. But in the day light, it looked nothing like what he had left.

What he had left had been a bunch of men unconscious with tweedy birds dancing around their heads. What he saw now was not this sight, what he saw now was many pairs of dead eyes and cut throats.

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I know, short section but my drive wasn't a hardcore as it usually is. My apologies, but hope you enjoyed the update all the same. Be sure to check out my new werewolf story "Puppy Dog Eyes", can you guess who gets turned in that one:P