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Chapter 25

Dean couldn't help but give Sam one last glance over his shoulder as he entered the trees. Sam was sipping at the thermos full of hot coffee. 'Good, can't have the kid falling asleep on me.' Dean smiled and turned around to find his quarry. He knew the son of a bitch was out here. The problem was trying to find it.

The trees blocked out most of the moonlight, what made it through were little streams that only lit up certain places. Dean pulled out a flashlight and let it flicker over his surroundings. Being a hunter he knew how to take in anything that seemed out of place. So far, so good everything appeared normal.

He made his way deeper into the surrounding trees, treading as lightly on his feet as possible. He didn't want to be too loud and give away his position. Being killed or bitten by the werewolf was not a part of their plans. Dean knew that if he could catch the werewolf off guard it would do one of two things, attack or run. Dean's shotgun was held tightly in his grip so much as daring the werewolf to attack him. The bastard would be dead before it took one step.

If the werewolf was smart it would take off and meet up with Sam in the clearing, where Sam would kill it. The light was much better out there, and would make it easier to identify the werewolf once it changed into its human form one last time. It would also make it easier for the police to find the body made by an anonymous tip later that night. Hopefully by then he and Sam could be on the road heading away from this shitty town.

Dean was a good distance away from Sam, so lost in his own thoughts he didn't even realized how far he had walked. He heard a low growl about twenty feet in front of him knew he had found what he was looking for. He stayed in the shadows, being mindful about where he stepped and crept towards the beast. His palms were growing sweaty and he wiped them roughly against his jeans.

His grip tightened on the shotgun as he saw the creature a few feet in front of him. He jumped into what little moonlight shown through the trees and aimed the gun at the werewolf.

The werewolf's shaggy head turned towards him, its ears laid back flat against its head and it narrowed its eyes. The beast was huge! A lot bigger than Dean had expected but he didn't falter. He held his grip firm and aimed at the beast's heart.

The werewolf let out a howl, and brushed past him, knocking him down. "Damn, that thing can move!" Dean muttered pushing himself to his feet. He ran after the creature his big brother mode kicking in. He knew Sam could handle shooting the werewolf but he wanted to be there just in case.

The werewolf had gotten a good head start, and ran twice as fast as he did. Dean's breath was hitching in his chest and he grabbed a stitch in his side. 'Holy shit, didn't think it was that far away from Sam.' A distant yell distracted him from his path and he tripped over an exposed tree root.

He fell heavily cursing and wincing as he felt his ankle twist awkwardly. "Shit, shit, shit." Dean roared as he examined his ankle. It throbbed painfully but he could at least twist it. Not broken, probably a bad sprain though. He rose slowly and tested his weight gingerly on his sore ankle. Pain shot up through his leg and Dean knew there was no way he could run anymore. He prayed silently that Sam would be able to take this damn thing, without back up.

"Dean!"

Dean's head jerked towards the direction the sound had come from. Sam sounded scared and in pain. Damn it! Bad ankle or not Dean had to get to Sam. He couldn't let this evil son of a bitch hurt Sam. He didn't think Sam would survive another death attempt. Here he had finally gotten rid of the black dog and a werewolf kills him. Well that's ironic.

Dean bit his lip in an attempt to block out the pain as he stumbled through the underbrush. Half running half, half falling as his bad ankle gave out on him every time he stepped on it. He reached the clearing in what seemed to be an eternity. When he saw his brother he almost dropped dead himself.

The werewolf was slashing at Sam with its deadly claws. It howled in triumph over Sam's limp body then leaned forward as if to bite him.

"Stay the hell away from my brother, you freaky son of a bitch!" Dean raised his shotgun and fired. The silver bullet went zooming through the air and hit the werewolf in the heart. It howled in agony for a split second before falling lifelessly at Sam's side.

Dean raced towards his brother, bad ankle and all. He suddenly couldn't feel the pain that he had been in it mere seconds ago. The sight of Sam's unconscious body had taken care of that for him. Dean examined the wounds, he couldn't seem them too clearly but knew they were bad, not hospital bad but bad enough that if not taken care he could bleed out. Dean turned once more to make sure the werewolf was really dead.

The werewolf's body was slowly shifting. Reshaping itself into the person it had once been. Dean's jaw dropped in shock as he recognized the person. "Oh hell no!"