Another chapter closer to the end, can we get a hooray or something! As always reviews keep the muse fed, really they do. This is on high priority, but how high depends on how many reviews I get :p

Standard disclaimers apply, I don't own them... no matter how much I want to

"What do you think we should do with this one?"

"Move him to a cell; we can't risk a transformation right now."

Dean's eyes pulled themselves open, each lid weighing at least a thousand pounds.

"Look at the claws, they're already…" The voice broke off, noticing that Dean was awake. "Look at the eyes, what color were they when this one came in?"

The sound of papers being shuffled barely registered to Dean, he could smell the blood coursing through the veins of the two people standing over him. "They were green sir."

"Mark them down as having changed," there were more sounds of papers being moved. Dean imagined what it would feel like to sink his teeth into the throats of those above him, to taste their meat and the power of spilling their red life onto the floor.

"We need to hurry with this one, get a gurney in here so we can transport. This one needs to be under constant observation."

The people moved away, Dean slept again.

The girl, Breena, watched the people she could only assume were doctor and nurse take the man next to her away. Nobody was saying anything and she was too frightened to ask what was going on.

She couldn't see exactly what they were looking at, something about claws and eyes.

As impossible as it seemed, the man next to her might have been onto something when he said werewolves.

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The open windows brought Dean the smell of pine from the forest he was rolling through. The Impala's smooth black paint madee the car disappear for a few seconds under every shadow only to slide back into the light where it shone like a nova star until it vanished into the next shadow. His tapes were blaring, echoing off the trees and into the silence.

Sam slept in the seat next to him, head bent backwards on seat back. All was right with Dean's world.

The song faded, the next one starting up with sirens. Dean frowned, he couldn't remember there being sirens on this tape.

The sounds grew louder, reaching into Dean's skull with their earsplitting shrieks and then fading into the distance only to rise again. Dean turned the knob on the stereo, shutting the radio off entirely, but he could still hear the sounds of the siren. They were getting louder now.

Dean slowed the car to a stop and grabbed Sam's shoulder. "Hey man, wake up. Do you hear that?"

Sam never moved he began to fade into the seat of the Impala. Dean grabbed at Sam's shirt but his fingers dissolved into it. Dean tried to shout, but the sirens were masking his voice. He couldn't hear anything now except for them. The Impala faded as well, leaving Dean in a void with the sirens as his only company.

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Yellow eyes shot open in the dark, Dean could still hear the sirens. They weren't something in his dream after all.

The vapors of his dream began to fade, he could almost remember what it was of, but it didn't seem important now. Nothing did. Only the here and now was important. Only the next kill, the next hunt. He turned to the small window set high in the cell wall; he could see the moon, about a week away from full outside. It told him things were happening, things that he needed to be a part of, he was the dominant here and the world was his to take.

A new vigor ran through Dean's veins, he wasn't fuzzy at all. He nearly jumped to his feet as he stood, every sense on high alert. Something was wrong, he could smell the fear on the air, almost taste it, and Dean reveled in the emotion. Fear meant prey, prey meant chase and the ultimate goal, the blood at the end of a chase.

It seemed he could hear everything, now that he wasn't so focused on the sirens. There were people shouting orders, and further in the building, people crying for help. This angered Dean, something was already after his prey.

Baring teeth that no longer resembled anything found in a human mouth, Dean lunged at the door. The hinges groaned but stayed fast. Someone on the other side of the door cursed. Dean snarled and backed away as far as the small room would let him, he waited until the person on the other side settled down before throwing himself at the exit again.

The hinges not only groaned, but screamed as they tore loose from their steel casings. The guard stationed at the door carried on those screams for a few moments before guttering out wetly.

And where is Sam throughout all this? No one knows... well... I do...