The italics are for the song "Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica. Enjoy!
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The darkness began to fade, a room blurring into Dean's vision. He was back in the panic space, moonlight still filtering in through the slowly turning fan. There was a chill in the air as heat from the house failed to sneak into the bare room.
Dean tried to catch his breath as the voice echoed in his mind, he ran a shaking hand over his eyes and gave his head a quick shake.
"You can't run from me, Dean."
Dean snapped his head toward the door, breath catching as he saw himself seated there in an old wooden rocking chair, green eyes much brighter and vivid then his own staring back.
Dean closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, "You're not real."
The other Dean chuckled, deep and almost growl like.
"You wish, but you know that's not true, now is it?" Dean heard something click then the sound of a tape beginning to play.A song heavy in guitar and hard on the drums began to play, Dean immediately recognizing the noise.
"What the Hell did Bobby give me?" Dean groaned as Metallica's Of Wolf and Man began to play.
Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
"They did help bring down that barrier of yours a bit, do you know how much of a pain in the ass you are to get too?" The other Dean asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he slowly rocked the chair back and forth, a small creak coming from the wooden frame.
I hunt
Therefore I am
The song hummed softly against the metal walls, the echoes of the guitar slithering into Dean's ears smoothly.
Dean sighed in annoyance, he opened his eyes and glanced at his other self. Soar and still painful from the havoc his body was facing he slowly pulled himself up into the sitting position, locking eyes with his other self.
"What do you want?" Dean said lowly, tired of his own ridiculous games.
"Everything you do Dean, only I'm willing to do what it takes to get there, and you're not, and that my friend, is where our trouble begins." Bright eyes said as he lifted his chin and stared back at Dean.
Harvest the land
Taking of the fallen lamb
The music played on softly in the background, Dean sneered in reply, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Right, cause I want to go about killing people. No thanks pal, now take a hike."
"To save the innocent, to get rid of every evil son of a bitch out there, to protect Sam. I am you, the only difference is I don't have that cocky attitude to get in my way, and I'm willing to make a sacrifice for the greater good." Bright eyes glared at Dean, brow narrowed in aggravation at his other half.
"What are you? The pain in the ass animal spirit that was put in me against my will, I'm not hearing any of this bull." Dean said, voice raising as he looked at his other self.
Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
Bright eyes grinned, Dean taking notice of how his teeth gleamed so white and the canines grew sharp.
"Far from it Dean, like I said, I'm you. I've been here the entire time, I can't even say lying in wait, because I was there every time you made a kill, every time you protected Sammy, every time you crawled on your belly for Daddy's approval. I'm in you all the time Dean, you try and hide it, try an-"
"Shut up you stupid son of a bitch!" Dean cut him off, quickly kicking the cot away as he stood.
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep
Bright eyes only continued to stare at him, small smirk on his face.
"See what I mean Dean, always there." Bright eyes began to rock his chair slowly once again, watching Dean as he leisurely swayed back and forth.
Nose to the wind
Shape shift… feeling I've been
Move swift… All senses clean
Earth's gift… Back to the meaning, Back to the meaning of... Life
"I will never accept you." Dean said lowly.
Bright eyes sighed and knitted his fingers together, resting his hands atop his head as he slowly gave a sad nod.
Bright is the moon high in starlight
Chill in the air cold as steel tonight
We shift
"You will eventually. Maybe not the first or second or third time, but you will eventually. Ya know why?" He stopped his rocking and leaned forward towards Dean.
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It's later than you realized
Dean said nothing, heart racing as watched his other self slowly rise, seemingly taller and more taunt then himself, each movement like liquid steel. He stepped closer to Dean, each footfall silent, each motion something of an art form.
"Because if you don't, every time you shift I will take over, and you'll hate yourself for that Dean. You'll hate that I rip out the heart of some human, hate that I do it with a smile on my face… Hate it, because when I'm doing it, there is a little piece of you there with me, enjoying the ride, but you'll never admit that." Bright eyes smirked, nose a mere inch from Dean's own face.
So seek the wolf in thyself
In a flash Dean had his other half by the throat pinned up against the iron wall.
"I will never like it, you stupid son of a bitch. And I will never let you get in control, hear me?" He practically growled.
Bright eyes only laughed, leaning his face in to stare at Dean with those wolf eyes.
"Funny, cause what you're doing now, it's every bit of who we are, and ya can't fight who you really are Dean."
Dean snapped awake, the hallucination shattering into a million pieces and leaving not a trace behind. He ran a hand over his face and licked his lips nervously, letting out a breath he had been holding.
Dean looked at his watch, the time reading 8:38 a.m. The full moon was tonight, the night in which he would experience his first shift, unless Sam got his ass back here with some kind of miracle cure.
Slowly he pulled his aching body up, stretching each muscles and trying to rid himself of the kinks and knots. He could smell the platter of meat by the door, the temptation to feed as strong as ever. He turned his cheek the other way, trying to ignore it as he walked to the other side of the small room and leaned his weight on the wall.
He thought back to the dream, of the wolf side taunting him, of what it all could really mean… And of what tonight could bring.
Back to the meaning, back to the meaning of wolf and man…
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"Bobby, it's me, Sam. The voodoo priestess had nothing useful to help Dean, she said there is absolutely no cure or no way to change him back. What the hell we gonna do Bobby?" Sam sighed in exhaustion and frustration, he was at ends meet and the full moon was approaching fast.
The Impala rumbled loudly beneath the young hunter as he pushed it quickly down the highway back toward Singer Salvage. It was a cold morning, the sky was grey with a threat of letting the winters snow fall soon, Sam hoping for not a flake to fall as long as he was driving.
"Damn it, she was our only worthy lead. I don't know right now, Sam. But you have to get back here as soon as you can, he's only been getting worse since you left." Bobby sighed, Sam could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
"What's happening now?" Sam asked with worried tone.
"He keeps having these fits where he starts screaming and cursing, I'll see little bits of the shifts in between, but last night was the worst."
Sam swallowed hard as he pushed the pedal a little harder.
"Bobby… what happened?"
He heard the older hunter let out a sigh then take a swig at what Sam would have guessed for whiskey.
"I heard him talking, he hasn't said much, but it was as if he was carrying on a conversation with someone. So I went down to keep and eye on him… Sam, he wasn't himself." Bobby said softly.
"What do you mean he wasn't himself?" Sam asked, growing more frustrated with the secrets.
"It was like there were two of 'im, he would be talking, like regular Dean, then suddenly his eyes would grow real bright and his tone would change and he would continue the conversation. It's the Wolf, Sam." Bobby stated roughly.
Sam was silent for a moment, thoughts of what everyone was telling him rolling over in his head. Everyone was talking about Dean, but no one was talking too Dean, and it was about time someone did.
"I'll see you in a bit Bobby."
Sam snapped the phone shut and pressed the pedal to the floor.
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Oh, dear.
This chapter was kinda short, but I have 3 promises to make to you wonderful reviewers and readers for the next few chapters.
1)Angst
2)Action
3)Naked Dean
I hope you enjoy all three. : )