Second to last time I'm telling you I don't own the Winchesters!

Alright, loves. This is where I start asking. Trequel? And yes, I'm using a made up word because it sounds cool. This fic is almost over and it's going to end…oddly for lack of better word. But, it could be a "more more more" ending, or a "thank goodness it's about time goodbye" ending (as much as I hope for the review that says "it doesn't matter if Chase and Dean are married with the perfect life, you're such an amazing writer I want more!" I'm not holding my breath, so feel free to be truthful…not that anonymous people should feel bad about criticizing this or even not so anonymous people). So, you all want another Chase filled fic? If yes, it will be my last one. So…yeah. Anyway, I'm going to call six yes's another fic, and I'll give you to the end to decide, of course.

And reviews on why or why not you want another would be helpful. Reviews in general would be helpful. According to the hits on this people are really starting to get tired of it. If that's the case, then...well...I suppose all things must come to an end. That's so sad.

And I'm still looking for info on the whole beta thing. FYI, loves. FYI.

The penangalang was withering around, becoming even more hopelessly tangled in the thorns, and starting to emit long coils of smoke. Chase sat on the ground, wrapped in Dean's jacket and arms, watching the gruesome scene that gave her so much satisfaction. She vaguely wondered when it had come down to this- pleasure in death- since she had worked so hard to avoid such emotion her entire life.

This was different, she argued with herself. It was kill or be killed. Survival. But wasn't her normal hunt for the same? Pushing the thought back in her head she continued to watch the thin smoke rise. It didn't matter anyway. Nothing did anymore. It was over, and she was so damn tired.

Someone cleared their throat, and she turned her head to look. Will was standing a few feet away from the group, head bowed and tapping his fingers against his leg. She felt Dean immediately tense and saw a yellow hue settle in Madison's eyes.

"What?" Chase whispered. She didn't have the strength or energy to do anything else.

"I owe your pack an apology," Will reluctantly admitted. "I should have searched more thoroughly." He glanced up, "And I especially apologize to you."

"Damn right you do. You sa-"

"Dean," Chase hushed.

Will hung his head. "Please, forgive me."

"Of course," Chase replied sympathetically, "You were only protecting your children. All the children," her bitter laugh turned into a slight cough. "I can't blame you."

"You can't?" Dean and Madison said in unison.

"It was his family, Dean." She turned to Madison, "His pack."

Madison nodded and, biting her bottom lip, nodded to Will as well.

Dean, on the other hand, sputtered, "He almost killed you, Chase! Twice!"

"Almost being the operative word."

"Killed being the other!" Dean held her tighter. "Every time I see you, you manage to get yourself nearly exterminated. And when I can finally do something about it, you forgive the bastard."

"Dean!" Chase snapped. "He had his reasons. And they were great reasons."

"That doesn't mean I have to accept them." Dean replied sharply.

"Good that it's not your choice." She set her gaze on Will. "This means you'll stop hunting us?"

"Yes."

She nodded. "Tell Alice I apologize for tearing her away from her fire bugs."

Will's laugh lacked sincerity, "I'm sure that's far from her mind." With a final half-smile, he turned back into the trees. All four returned their attention to the penangalang.

"Is it dead?" Madison asked after a moment. She threw an anxious look at Chase.

Ignoring the stare, Chase buried herself into Dean's embrace. "Has it stopped smoking at least?"

"Yeah, it-" he stopped.

"What's happening?" she heard Madison ask.

Chase lifted her head. The thin streams of smoke had circled the penangalang completely, and seemed to be growing tighter.

"What is happening?" Sam questioned to no one in particular.

Chase felt Dean reach for his gun.

The smoke was starting to lengthen and shape itself into what seemed to be a woman's body.

"Please don't tell me this didn't work," Madison worried.

"No, look," Chase pointed at the woman that now lay before them.

"It's the girl that was at that first house. Where you smelled the vinegar," Dean said in Chase's ear.

Chase nodded. "Is she dead?"

Sam stood and slowly stepped toward the body. Suddenly, the woman started coughing violently. Immediately, Sam scooped her off the thorns and set her on the safer ground.

"Where am I?" the woman asked as soon as she was able to talk.

"In the middle of the woods that circles Reagen." Chase answered.

"Reagen?" the women looked at her quizzically. "I live in Reagen. My daughter..." A look of horror crossed her face.

"Ma'am?" Sam asked.

"My daughter's dead!" the woman chocked. "I…I killed her!"

Chase and Madison exchanged glances.

"Something…something else…I couldn't stop!" she was out and out crying now.

"Shh, ma'am," Sam tried to soothe, "it's over now. Please, calm down."

Madison rolled her eyes. "Mrs. Haul?" she said softly.

The woman looked up, "I know you. You knew Gwen."

"Yeah," Madison nodded. "You've got to understand. You haven't done anything wrong. There was something…"

"Possessing?" Sam supplied.

"Controlling?" Dean challenged.

"Using," Madison ended with. "Something was using you to do its dirty work." She placed a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "Nothing was your fault."

"But I killed," Mrs. Haul sniffled.

"No, you didn't kill anything."

The woman's hands fluttered to her face. "I don't remember. So much of the past few months is blank."

"You think she's for real?" Dean whispered to Chase.

Chase nodded. "I know her. She's telling the truth," Chase whispered back.

"I want to go home." The woman stood and looked around confusedly.

"Maddy," Chase called the girl over. "You three get her home and then come back to the house. I'm going to run ahead."

"Someone should go with you, Chase." Madison said sternly.

"Who? I'm running, no one can keep up, and they don't know their way back."

Madison twirled her ring. Chase had her, and she knew it. "Promise you'll go straight home?"

"I will head straight home."

Madison nodded. "Okay." But she was too hesitant as she turned back to Mrs. Haul.

"You're going to be okay?" Dean asked as he helped her stand.

"Yeah." Choosing to ignore the fact that her shirt was in shreds around her stomach and the sleeve of Dean's jacket was slightly damp with her blood, she shed the heavy leather and handed it over. "I'll see you." She reached up and cupped her hand around his neck.

Dean grinned and leaned down to meet her lips. "And please, forgo the shirt when I get there."

Chase laughed, "If you're lucky."

"Be careful," Madison warned before she joined Sam at the still crying woman's side.

With one last squeeze of her hand, Dean followed the small group and Chase was left alone.

"Mother fucker," she hissed as she stripped the shirt pieces from her stomach. The gashes still hadn't stopped bleeding, and she didn't even want to think about the blood loss from the sliver enhanced wounds.

With one hand clutched to her stomach, Chase attempted to bring the wolf forward, but after a few seconds nothing came. She sighed; she had known it wouldn't, and didn't know why she even tried. Instead, with the hope of fulfilling her promise to Maddy, she headed out on foot in the general direction of home, though she was far from it.

After a few yards, she had to sit. Had to rest. Had to close her eyes for just one second because it was so warm in the sun, and she was so tired.

XxXxX

"So you actually glued the door of his car shut?" Madison asked in disbelief.

"Nearly freaking took his head off too," Dean grumbled. "You don't mess with my baby and live."

Sam laughed, "Payback for screwing around on my computer. You don't change all my passwords and live."

Madison giggled as the two brothers mockingly faced off. "You're both pathetic," she remarked as she opened the door to the pack's house.

"Well?" Lilly asked anxiously. "Is it over?"

"You all have a safe hunting ground," Dean said peering behind her,.

"Thank goodness." Lilly sighed in relief. "Do you boys want breakfast before you head back to your motel. I'm sure you're exhausted."

"We really are," Sam said before Dean could comment. "And thank you, but we'll pass on breakfast."

Lilly's smile got bigger, "If you're sure."

"Where's Chase?" Dean asked completely ignoring Lilly's hint of 'get out.'

"With you." Lilly quickly counted heads. Her smile shifted. "Isn't she?"

Madison's demeanor suddenly changed from carefree to distressed. "She ran ahead. Liddell got into her with that annoying knife."

"How bad?" Lilly asked without missing a beat.

"Pretty bad." Madison replied quietly.

"Chris, Kisten!" Lilly yelled. "But that was it?" she asked even more anxious than when they first came in.

"No," Madison was twirling that ring around her finger again. "The penangalang got to her. Ripped her stomach to shreds."

Lilly tensed.

Dean realized that something far bigger was going on than the two women were letting on. Something huge. Dangerous even. He crossed his arms. "Is there something Sam and I should know?" he asked practically daring them to lie to him.

Madison leaned against Sam. "Chase might be in trouble."

"Trouble?" Dean instantly reached for his gun. "Let's go."

"Wait," Chris had shown up. "You don't know these woods. We'll find her and bring her back here. You and your brother wait."

"I'll stay her too," Lilly volunteered. "In case…" her voice broke.

Chris hugged his wife. "We'll be right back."

"I'm sure she's just hunting," Kisten said as she appeared. "I'm sure."

Dean stood at the door as three wolves dashed into the forest. "Tell me what's going on," he demanded to Lilly. But she just shook her head and went into the kitchen.

Sam stood next to his brother. "They'll find her."

Dean cocked his gun. They sure as hell better.