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The Next Day


Dean drove towards the house from the news article.

It was in a shabby area, not too far from a wooded area.

He parked the car in front of the house and got out.

Opal awas adjusting her blouse in the backseat.

Sam glanced at her and quickly looked away, not wanting to be called a pervert or something.

King lay in Opal's lap, awake this time.

His large ears were perked up and he was looking around, eyes narrowed, very alert.

The trio left King in the car and Opal knocked on the door, flanked by the Winchesters.

The wooden door opened and a skinny, pale-faced, 5 foot 8 woman greeted them.

Well, damn, Dean, Opal, and Sam thought in unison.

Carol Sanders looked like she'd definitely seen better days.

Today didn't seem to be one of them.


Opal initially labeled Carol Sanders as a poor, victimized girl, and was very sympathetic.

That soon changed.

Although Opal was curious about what had happened and how Carol had survived, she was more interested in the relationship between Carol and her deceased husband.

She'd read several police reports on the way to the house and they were all about domestic abuse from weeks before Gregori had died.

Now that she'd seen Carol, she didn't put it past the sorry bastard.

Opal could see the damage Gregori had done plain as day.

Opal saw that he'd broken her: she was a harmless, shell of a woman now.

Carol was a willowy thing.

It looked like a breeze could knock her down.

Her hair was long and auburn, wavy to complement her thin face.

She was meek, polite, and only spoke French, so Opal had to play translator the entire time.

" Avez-vous essayé de se battre?" Opal asked sitting across from Carol, the small, translucent coffee table separating them.

Carol looked up at her, her dull, blue eyes prickling with unshed tears.

"Une fois, mais ça n'a pas l'arrêter lui," she answered, now unable to look away from Opal's serious, hypnotic gaze.

"What'd she say?" Dean asked.

"I asked her if she ever tried to fight Gregori back," she replied, not taking her eyes off Carol, "She said that she did but it didn't stop him."

Dean ran a hand through his hair in irritation.

Opal tilted her head slightly to one side as she folded her hands in her lap.

"Comment est-il mort?" she asked.

Carol suddenly looked away, guilt burning her.

Opal's eyes narrowed.

She'd asked Carol how Gregori died, and Carol didn't want to talk about it.

Sam placed a sympathetic hand on Carol's shoulder.

"Hey," he said, "It's okay, we're here to help."

Carol glanced at him and smiled weakly through her tears.

Sam smiled slightly back and stroked her shoulder soothingly.

Opal felt a twinge of envy.

She sat a little straighter in her seat and her fingers began moving with annoyed tension.

Dean glanced at her when she grew silent.

He looked from her to Sam and Carol and took a step back.

If looks could kill...

Apparently, Opal had a bit of a jealous streak, and she didn't seem to like Sam comforting Carol.

She was quickly losing the benefit of the doubt she'd previously bestowed upon her.

Dean chuckled, but he didn't make a move to help his little brother.

Sam would learn of Opal's evil eye soon enough.

She cleared her throat loudly, causing both Carol and Sam to look at her.

Carol eased back, seeing the warning look Opal was giving her.

"What?" Sam asked, practically feeling the tension in the room.

Opal didn't look at him, keeping her eyes fixed on what she'd considered a threat, or albeit, who.

And that who was Carol Sanders.

"Je commence à voir au-delà de votre mademoiselle petite acte innocent," Opal snarled, eyes flaming, but she made no move to act.

Hell, she didn't need to.

The fatal look in her eyes promised Carol that she'd give her bloody, merciless hell if she so much as breathed near Sam again.

"Qu'est-ce?" Carol gasped, feeling vulnerable and more frightened than she'd ever been of Gregori.

Dean glanced between the cross woman and the blanched woman.

Carol looked like she was ready to head for the hills, and he didn't doubt Opal would give chase.

She looked that enraged.

"Um, did I do something wrong?" Sam asked Opal.

She continued to ignore him, doing some mental knuckle popping to keep his voice out of her head.

She gradually let go of her anger, though, and stopped popping her knuckles.

The hell are you getting upset for? she asked herself, You ain't got no claim to him and you're starting to look like a crazy person. Drop the attitude.

Opal inhaled silently and exhaled, letting go, and, when she opened her eyes, she could feel three sets of eyes on her.

To Dean, Sam, and Carol's surprise, Opal recovered her initial patience and spoke calmly.

"Avant, je le perds, pourriez-vous me dire comment votre mari est mort?" Opal asked, her eyes harboring less fury.

Carol swallowed her fading fear, wondering why the shorter woman scared her so.

She got the feeling Opal was much stronger than she looked.

Little did she know, she was very right.

Carol explained to Opal, who translated the situation to the boys. She answered every questions, though most with hesitation. She told them that Gregori had been slaughtered by her lover and his best friend, Adrian Isminov, and somehow, Gregori had risen from the dead to make them atone for their sins against him. Though Opal placed blame on all of them, even she felt Gregori deserved to die for laying hands on Carol. When asked how Gregori had been killed, Carol had squirmed in her seat, but told Opal that Adrian had knocked him out and dragged him to the alligators in the Cajun Swamp.

"Je suis tellement désolé," Carol told Opal, her cheeks wet with real tears, "Si je pouvais revenir en arrière, je le ferais."

"Ce n'est pas moi qui vous doivent de vos excuses," Opal told her bluntly, "Vous avez rien fait pour me faire chier assez pour se venger."

Carol seemed a little relieved by that, but didn't say anything.

"I think we're done here," Opal said, getting up from her seat.

She started to leave, but saw Sam facing Carol and giving her words of encouragement, so she paused in the doorway, arms folded.

When Sam turned to leave, he saw Opal's shapely form in the doorway and smiled awkwardly.

Opal smiled slightly, took his hand in hers, and headed out, glancing back at Carol and mouthing, "We'll get him, I swear it."

Carol nodded and Opal took her leave, Sam following behind.

On the way out, Opal said nothing to Sam, but was mentally chastising herself for her quick temper and inexplicable jealousy.

She knew that she'd been in the wrong, being harsh with Carol.

But she just felt so strongly about Sam and she didn't want there to be a chance of losing him.

She knew she was a tad possessive, but she also knew she didn't have a right to be.

He wasn't even her boyfriend yet.

Meanwhile, Dean wrote his number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to Carol.

"In case you remember anything, call us," he told her, "Or if something happens."

Carol nodded and murmured, "Merci."

Dean blinked in confusion, not knowing what she'd said, but nodded as if he did and left the house.


Spying from his place at the face of the woods, Gregori's eyes locked on the red-head with the taller Winchester.

His eyes raked over her shape several times, often locking on her hips, breasts, and her legs.

He burned with fury when he noticed how she clung to the human.

Mine.

The word burned in his mind, like a flame in a kerosene lamp.

He watched as she followed a second male to a fancy, black car and the tall one she'd been holding hands with opened the door for her.

He spotted a small, black dog that lept into her arms the moment the door opened and his eyes narrowed.

"That's no dog," he muttered, placing a hand on a tree limb as he ventured out of the woods.

Gregori's eyes focused on the woman and the dog, wondering vaguely what they were.

The woman was no witch, nor siren.

He could sense the power within her that she kept concealed, and more hidden power that she hadn't even tapped into yet.

He didn't know exactly how or why he knew this, but he figured that was just another thing he could thank his new, evil lord for.

And that dog...

He stared at the woman and her pet, transfixed as he sense the power flowing through their bodies.


Opal and King paused from their childlike play to look up.

Both looked past Sam and Dean toward the forest, eyes narrowing in concentration.

A low and, surprisingly, deep growl came from the back of King's throat, and Opal snapped out of her trance.

"The hell's wrong with him?" Dean asked.

Opal shrugged, and petted King to calm him down, but, like him, she could sense supernatural beings.

He, however, being an animalistic demon, wasn't as easy to ignore it as she was.

Opal got in the car, holding King in her lap, or else, she knew he would run off towards whatever it was that had gotten their attention.

She knew she couldn't dismiss the creature forever though.

But she didn't want to face it with Sam and Dean around.

She didn't want to reveal her abilities to them.

Not yet.

Sam gave her a concerned look and she feigned a smile like she was okay.

But the moment he looked away and Dean started the car, she and King looked out of the window towards the woods, both their eyes flashing red.


Gregori watched as the Impala began to fade out of sight, and only caught a glimpse of the suspicious redhead.

He grunted as he felt a tug down below.

He'd inhaled her sweet scent again, and he knew he had to have her soon.

Or else it would be the death of him.

And he refused to die twice.

Gregori glanced back towards the swamp from which he'd risen and whistled a clear, low whistle.

A deep grumbling ensued and the swamps waters began to bubble slowly.

Wet paws hit the mud, leading huge pawprints to where Gregori stood.

The creature breathed harsh breaths and growled low in his throat, invisible to any and all eyes.

Gregori smiled.

Daniil.

His very own hellhound, just another gift from the one he served.

Gregori's eyes gleamed in the morning light and he pulled a gun from his pocket.

It was the very gun Adrian had used to kill him.

Gregori smiled a wry smile as he thought about the irony of the situation.

Adrian had sought to kill him, drag his corpse to the alligators, and make off with Carol, only to be the one under the swamp, never to touch Carol or walk the earth again.

He caressed his pet's head and turned to see Carol leaving the house.

He leaned against a huge tree and watched her climb into his Porsche.

The hell is she going? he wondered, growing suddenly frustrated.

He'd been waiting for a while, plotting his revenge.

Different scenarios of how he'd murder Carol filled his mind always, and, just when he'd planned to execute one of his plans, she was going somewhere.

He grumbled to himself and decided he would have to wait.

He couldn't very well just go to her now.

She'd drive off and get away.

Gregori may be a rusalka, but he knew he couldn't outrun a car.

He started to head back to the swamp, when an idea crossed his mind.

Who says I've gotta wait outdoors? he thought, smiling, I'll just welcome her home...just like the good, ole' days...

His new objective in mind, Gregori gripped Adrian's gun and led his hellhound to the house.


"You're sure you wanna stay here?" Sam asked Opal as they stood in front of the hotel.

Deam watched from the car, which was parked near the sidewalk right behind Sam.

Opal folded her arms and rested on her heels, giving Sam a slight smile.

"What's wrong with that?" she asked him, "I'll be fine."

Sam blinked at that.

Opal had been really quiet and deep in thought the whole way to the hotel.

He wasn't used to seeing her that way, but he wasn't too surprised when she didn't open up about her feelings when he'd asked what was wrong.

"Hey," Opal said, seeing how his brows furrowed as he studied her face.

Sam blinked and smiled awkwardly.

"I guess I'm just kinda worried about you," he told her.

Opal tilted her head to the side, analyzing that.

"Why?" she asked.

Sam shrugged and looked away.

"I like seeing you smile and happy," he admitted.

Opal blinked.

A genuine, heartfelt smile spread across her face.

Sam looked up slowly, shyly.

Opal cupped his face with her hands and stood up on her tiptoes to get her face closer to his.

King, who was sitting on one of Opal's feet, got up, fur bristling.

Sam blushed as Opal brushed her lips across his.

She pulled away, stroking his cheek with her thumb and staring into his eyes.

Sam felt something stir inside of him and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers again.

Opal wrapped her arms around his neck and Sam gripped her waist.

Sam's arms gradually slid around to her back.

King, who was getting squished as Sam pulled Opal closer to him, began to snarl.

Dean smiled and did a fist pump behind Sam's back.

Opal placed one hand on the back of Sam's head, running it through his hair.

Sam pulled away slowly, his thumbs slowly rotating along Opal's lower back.

He and Opal locked eyes for a few seconds.

All of a sudden, Sam felt a sharp pain and jumped back, releasing Opal.

"Agh! What the hell!" he exclaimed.

He glanced at King, who snarled and stood in front of Opal, protectively.

Son of a bitch, that hurt! Sam thought to himself.

Dean was howling with laughter.

"What?" Opal said, concern lacing her voice as she drew closer.

King growled again and she looked down.

Comprehension dawned and Opal rolled her eyes.

"He's jealous," she said, looking up at Sam.

"I'll bet," Sam muttered, running his hand over the bite mark.

"Want me to look at it?" Opal asked, reaching for him.

"No, no, I got it," Sam told her.

"I'm sorry," Opal said.

Sam looked up at her and smiled sheepishly.

"It's my fault," he said, "He doesn't want us getting too cozy."

"I like us getting too cozy," Opal murmured.

Sam chuckled.

They were quiet for a few seconds, just looking into each others' eyes, before Dean honked his horn and Sam jumped.

"Let's go, loverboy," Dean told him, "If you're not gonna take it upstairs..."

"Alright, alright," Sam muttered, glaring at him.

Opal pulled Sam close to her, nuzzled his chest, and let him go before he could respond.

"Be good," she murmured.

Sam nodded, smiling.

He started to giver her a hug when King growled and Dean spoke up, saying, "Get a room."

Opal and Sam gave Dean a look, but parted ways.

Opal fingerwaved Sam goodbye as he got into the car.

Sam waved as Dean started the car, and he kept looking back until she faded out of sight.

Opal gave King a look when they were gone.

"You wrong for that," she said.

King just looked up at her and wagged his tail.

Opal sighed, scooped him up, and headed into the hotel.

Although she'd just kissed the man of her fantasies (Samtasies) and the butterflies in her stomach had yet to settle down, she still felt ill at ease, as if something wasn't right.

She decided to meditate to clear her head and make the feeling go away.

But she knew it wouldn't just go away, as she usually knew just when something was wrong.

A couple hours later


Carol didn't arrive at home until six past noon.

She'd attended Adrian's funeral.

She felt horrible.

It felt wrong to attend a funeral with no body, and even worse to know where his body actually was.

She unlocked the door to her home and walked inside, head down as she went through her purse.

A doglike snarl caught her attention.

She jerked her head up and froze, like a deer in the headlights.

Lounging on her sofa was Gregori.

He wore the clothes of his dead, former friend.

"G-Gregori?" she whispered, lips trembling in fear.

Carol's ex-husband smiled a twisted smile and waved a hand, telekinetically shutting the front door.

The doglike snarling grew louder, and Carol began looking around frantically.

Seeing nothing, she looked at Gregori.

"You owe me," Gregori told her, getting off the couch.

Carol visibly trembled before him, and Gregori's evil smile broadened.

He took slow steps toward her, savoring the scent of her fear and loving the fact that she shook more as he drew closer.

Carol suddenly pulled a gun out of her purse and fired two rounds into Gregori's chest.

Gregori fell back onto the recliner in surprise and Carol bolted.

Gregori's eyes narrowed in irritation and he whistled.

Just as Carol grabbed the knob, a heavy weight landed on her, and she hit her head on the door.

Carol squirmed and sputtered, desparate to get free.

Something cold and wet pressed against her cheek and a loud growling filled her ear.

"What's the rush, hun?" Gregori asked.

Carol cried out as sharp teeth bit into her left shoulderblade.

"You owe me your life, baby," Gregori said, crouching down at her side.

He brushed a few stray bangs out of her face in an almost tender manner.

"Or don't you remember what you did?" he asked.

Carol trembled, feeling blood falling from her wound.

She couldn't speak, only sucked in air, feeling her life slipping away.

"Ah, damn," Gregori said, taking a towel, seemingly out of nowhere, and pressing it to the wound, "Sorry, baby, Daniil gets carried away."

Carol cried out as Gregori squeezed the towel tighter.

Gregori chuckled a little, and increased his grip.

Daniil watched, tongue sweeping over his mouth in anticipation.

Gregori grabbed Carol by the hair with his other hand and pulled her head back so that she could see his face.

Carol whimpered at the crazy look in his eyes.

"Now," he murmured, "Time for you to pay me back what you owe me."

Minutes later, there were muffled screams, as Carol was tortured to death.

And when the screams finally stopped, the front door opened and Gregori stepped silently and happily out, dragging Carol's blood remains to the forest, to the swamp.


Opal woke from her trance, staring off into space before realizing where she was.

King, who lay slumbering at her side, immediately jerked awake and looked at her.

Opal looked at the digital hotel clock on the nightstand at her side and climbed out bed with a quickness.

She remembered that the boys had left her at the hotel to do some research.

She remembered how reserved and single-minded she'd gotten when she'd felt a creature's presence outside of Carol's home.

During her meditation, she'd sensed a disturbance and had jerked awake.

She was relieved to see that the boys where gone.

She'd felt an evil presence and, now, she was more certain than ever: The boys weren't going to handle this and the thing was too strong for them.

She hurriedly dressed in jeans, a white, long-sleeved, cotton shirt, and slipped into some pearl-colored tennis shoes.

King leapt from the bed to the ground and padded to the door, as if he already knew where they were going.

Opal didn't waste time calling her blackmailed car salesman.

She caught a taxi and, after she paid the driver, raced to the house on foot.

Opal stopped at the porch and gripped the doorknob, ready to throw the door off the hinges.

But, she held back.

She only sensed a small aura of power.

What the hell...

Her eyes narrowed and began to glow red.

King was snarling and pressing his nose against the underside of the door, smelling the creature inside.

Opal knew he wouldn't be able to stay in this form for long, so she took a step back.

King's growling grew louder and he began to arch his back, transforming. His bones popped and he began to grow in size. His fur grew longer and he morphed until he stood on all fours, his height at Opal's waist. He was still black, but darker, charcoal-colored, and he looked like a wolf-dog but he was abonormally larger. His eyes glowed crimson and he bore sharp, glistening, white fangs.

Werehound.

Opal glanced at the sky, thankful for the darkness of night.

A full, pearly-white moon shined somewhere in the distance, but that had nothing to do with King's transformation.

It only seemed to make him more aggressive.

Without warning, King leapt at the door and knocked it down.

Opal's eyes narrowed at the sight of blood on the floor.

Meanwhile, King was fast-walking through the house, nose to the ground.

Opal followed after him until he reached the side door.

King panted and snarled, before glancing at Opal.

She gave him a quick nod and he headbutted the door.

He took off towards the woods and Opal sprinted behind him.

She could feel the creature's,whatever creature that had harmed Carol, power much more easily now.

She could feel the adrenaline pumping throughout her body.

It was the thrill of the hunt.


Gregori tossed Carol's remains into the swamp.

He watched as the dark, brownish back of an alligator rose out of the water before sinking under.

It was going for it.

Daniil, who was lying down, suddenly got to his feet.

Gregorit looked up and faced the direction Daniil was.

A sweet, unmistakable aroma filled his nostrils and his eyes glowed.

It was her.

All of a sudden, a woman and a giant dog ran into the clearing.

They stopped at the muddy surface, eyes on Gregori.

A loud splash caught all the woman's attention, and she glanced at the filthy swamp waters.

She only caught a image of an alligator's tail flicking and going underwater.

Her eyes narrowed, glowing a deeper shade of red.

And Gregori couldn't help but marvel at her for a little while.

She was beautiful, even more so, he thought, with her eyes like that.

He began to wonder just what she could do when she was angry... and when she was horny.

Loud growling interrupted his thoughts.

Gregori's eyes landed on the monstrous King and he involuntarily winced.

The beast was bigger than his own hellhound!

Feeling his master's uncertainty, Daniil leapt to his feet.

"You're dead," Opal muttered, "For what you did to Carol."

Gregori wasn't listening though; his eyes were on King.

Daniil stared King down, growling.

King rested on his haunches and lowered himself to the ground, providing more pressure with his forefeet.

He snarled deeply in his throat, eyes locked on his prey, and sprang.

With deadly accuracy, he landed on...


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Well, King's species has been revealed! What do you think Opal is and what's gonna happen next? Only time will tell!

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