Hi. Sorry this chapter has taken so long. I know where I'm going with this story but the gap between where I want to go and how I'm going to get there is creating a few issues. I'm starting to find this kind of hard to write. I'm hoping the next chapter won't be quite so bad so I'll be able to update this story faster.

Thank you for sticking with me!!!

Susanne

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Wind blew in his face as Sam ran through a deep wood. It was the fastest he'd ever moved and yet it felt effortless. His breath came out evenly while his heart pumped like a well oiled machine. All around him, Sam could feel and hear the animals and birds in the forest around him. Even the slightest rustle of a feather came clear as day to his ears.

Jumping over a four foot bush like it was nothing, Sam happened to glance down. His arms were legs and all he could see of his skin was covered in a dense layer of fur. Now that he was aware of his body, his four legs became entangled and Sam went skidding in the dirt, snout first.

With a start Sam sat bolt upright and looked around the cell with blurry eyes. Still not quite sure of the line between reality and dream, he ran a shaking hand over his face. Relief flowed through him when he found skin. Even the stubble on his chin and cheeks was reason for joy.

"What's up?" Dean asked from a few feet away. The elder Winchester was still positioned between his brother and the door but he was on his feet and pacing back and forth. Man he wanted to get out of here.

"What? Oh, just a dream. What did I miss?" Sam said as he stretched cramped muscles and gathered his legs under him to stand. He felt the need to be moving as well.

"You mean besides your spine moving under your skin?" Dean asked. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. An almost panicked look crossed Sam's face as half remembered pains came back.

"That was real?" Sam asked, half hoping his brother was lying to him. Flashes played through his mind as it they happened to someone else.

"Yeah," Dean replied. He kept glancing at his brother out of the corner of his eye as he paced back and forth. Frustrated, he paced to the cell door and hit it with his fist. Damn he wanted out of here.

The first couple of steps actually felt pretty good. It had been far too long that Sam had lain in the straw of the cell. While he moved and remembered a few minor muscles spasms plagued him. At first Sam thought it was just residual pain to accompany the memories. Shaking it off absently, Sam moved over to the furthest wall and began to run his hands along it. Surely there was a way to get out of here that didn't involve the locked door.

As Sam's fingers ran over the cold rock they began to cramp, pain burning through them causing them to fold in. Looking at his hand with an almost disinterested curiosity, Sam realized they looked remarkably like paws. Fear swept through his system. "Dean?"

Stopping in his tracks, Dean turned to face his brother. Sam had his back toward him but he could still see that Sam was staring at his hands. "Sam? What's going on?" Instantly concerned, Dean moved to Sam's side. Just as he reached him, Sam let out a scream and crumpled to the ground.

"Sammy?" Dean hunched down over his brother, trying to see what was going on as Sam writhed on the ground. Feeling helpless, Dean knelt down, caught hold of Sam's shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Under his fingers, Dean could feel his brother's muscles convulsing. "Sammy?"

His only answer was another scream as Sam's body arched off the ground. His eyes were scrunched closed and Sam's face was white and covered with sweat. Sam's mouth contorted as yet another scream ripped through his throat.

Not sure of how to help, Dean picked his contorting brother and set him in his lap. He tried to restrain Sam's convulsions with his own arms and legs with only limited success. Scared beyond anything he could remember, Dean rested his head against the side of his brother's face and held on for dear life as Sam's longer limbs seemed to grown several inches if not more limbs.

"Hang on Sammy, I'm here," Dean muttered into Sam's ear. He didn't know if his kid brother could hear him but he wanted to make sure he knew he was still there. "Hang on."

Sam's world had been reduced to the muscles and bones of his body as they twisted and turned, forming shapes no human body was meant to take. Agonizing pain ripped through his body. His blood rushed through his ears, blocking out all other sound. His blood seemed to burn through his body, adding to the hell he was living. As a fourth scream left his throat raw, Sam's mind did the only thing it could. It shut down.

OOOOO

"Quit fidgeting," Nick said out of the side of his mouth while he tried to hide a smile. The old hunter was looking decidedly uncomfortable. Personally, the Legacy member thought Bobby looked very handsome in his new suit. He and Tyler had even managed to convince Bobby to get a haircut and trim his beard too. Now the two Americans were standing in the middle of a huge hall surrounded by the city's rich and elite.

"This damned thing itches," Bobby grumbled. He had suits. He used them regularly to role play during his hunts to dig for information. All of his own suits put together probably didn't cost as much as this one but he hated it anyway. Absently, the old hunter scratched at his newly liberated arm. If it wouldn't be too hard in the crowded room, he would have bent down and scratched his leg too.

Whatever had been in that vial had worked. Within minutes of being forced to swallow it, Bobby had felt a fiery heat run along the bones. It had taken everything in him to keep from calling out in front of the other two men. He could almost feel the bones knitting together. It too was painful but he managed to down play the sensation. If his boys weren't in trouble there would have been no way he'd have drank the terrible smelling and tasting concoction.

"You sound like a ten year old," Nick stated. He didn't bother to look at his companion. His eyes were too busy scanning the crowd. Out of habit, he'd found a place along the railing on the second floor of the room. The vantage point gave him an incredible view of everyone. Well, almost everyone. They were going to have to move around to see the room in its entirety.

Now that they knew what they were looking for, the two Americans could readily spot the werewolves in the crowd. They were all tall, beautiful and very charismatic. Idly Nick wondered if all the evils of the world looked so fair on the outside while they rotten on the inside. Making their way through the crowd, a trio of men made sure to acknowledge everyone they met, especially the members of society that were old blood, such as themselves. Unobtrusively, a group of ten men followed within reach, clearly their body guards.

"How exactly are we going to do this?" Bobby asked. They'd spent hours creating and dismissing plans. Eventually they'd run out of time. They'd had to settle on the one plan that would hopefully not result in their deaths.

"Watch and learn," Nick stated. This wasn't going to be pretty but he wasn't here to make friends with the three men. He was here to stir the pot, something he was very good at. Weaving his way through the hoard of bodies, Nick kept an eye on the men's path, intent on cutting them off.

OOOOO

Dean felt Sam slump in his grasp. That did little to ease Dean's troubled mind. He could still see and feel Sam's body trying to change form. Even unconscious, moans and grunts escaped Sam's slack lips. It was eerie feeling his little brother's bones and muscles convulsing. Gritting his teeth, Dean held on a little tighter.

The lock on the cell door rattled and then it swung open. It took a moment for Dean to extract himself from his brother's limp body. By the time he gained his feet four men had entered the cell. He didn't recognize any of them as he moved to put his body between them and his brother. They were going to have to go over his dead body.

"What do you want?" Dean growled his hands knotted into fists. They were the only weapons he now had.

"Your brother," the lead one said in heavily accented English. As he spoke the other three men fanned behind him, preparing to attack Dean from multiple sides.

"You can't have him," Dean said. He backed up as close to his brother as he could without actually stepping on him. Behind him, Sam continued to writhe in pain. The very sound of his brother's anguish was forcing bile into the back of his throat.

"He's a Lupin now. Or he will be with his first full moon. He won't know you then. You will just be another piece of meat to gnaw on. Do you really want to see that?" the leader asked in a conversational tone of voice. The other men continued to move into position.

"Sam would never do that," Dean breathed. He couldn't believe that his kid brother would ever forget who he is. They'd been through too much together.

"You'll be surprised by what Sam will be able to do," the leader laughed. "This conversation is beginning to bore me. Take him."

The three men attacked simultaneously. They were much stronger than they looked and all of them had about six inches on the elder Winchester. Even with using his hunter training, Dean promptly found himself lying on the floor on his stomach, his hands tied behind his back.

"That was fun," the leader stated. With a nod, he indicated to his underlings where they should take the young human. Too strong hands caught hold of Dean while he struggled against his bonds and lifted him effortlessly.

"Sammy!!" Dean cried out as he saw Sam's unconscious body moving away from him. They were taking him out of the cell, leaving his little brother completely alone. Vulnerable. They were moving Dean feet first, his stomach inches off the ground.

"Sammy!!" The door slid shut in front of Dean. Cutting him off from Sam.