Vrskaandrea: Maybe Dean lied, maybe she didn't. In the original draft I actually only had two girls but then I thought thats probably a bit low for Dean! Mount Hood is familiar because thats where Amy lives, but of course she is from a while different 'universe'. Thanks as always for the review.

Blondie 20000: Yay! You've caught up! I know you don't like the Caleb/Dana pairing but its over now. Dean kissing Bobby's cheek is just one of several surprising things Dean will do. Sorry, there'll be no segue into Bobby and Calebs hunt with Garth, I just needed to get Caleb out of the way and delay Bobbys decrypting of the spell a tiny bit.

Makanie: Always nice to hear from you. Thanks for the review!

Just one last thing. The scene with Dean and Caleb was supposed to take place over two seperate chapters. Deans freakout, exactly how it happened but then her calling time on their shenanigans was supposed to happen in Calebs motel room after one last encounter but it was screwing with my timeline so I mashed them into one. I hope it worked. Now read on and find out how the Winchester's hunt goes...

CHAPTER 50

In the light of day the industrial area was a drab, run down cluster of grey concrete and rusted iron roofed buildings. The Winchester's drove through the area a couple of times. They parked outside the warehouse and watched it for a couple of hours.

"Doesn't look to busy." Dean said.

"Kinda looks abandoned, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." Dean said opening her door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, grabbing her arm to stop her exiting the vehicle.

"Just wanna go inside and have a look."

"And what if there are people in there?"

"Excuse me, I'm a little lost, can you tell me where the free way is?" Dean asked in a high pitched voice, twirling her hair.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Hey use it or lose it!" Dean flashed a grin and ran across the road.

•

Ten minutes later Dean returned to the car.

"Drive." She said as she sat back in the passengers seat.

"So, whats in there?" Sam asked.

"Not much. It's some kind of storage warehouse. It's full of crates and big containers. Not much security and no one around. Should be easy to get into tonight."

"Any sign of our werewolf?"

"A few tracks around the door." Dean replied.

"How do we know it's even going to be there tonight?" Sam asked.

"We don't but we just keep going back until we find it."

•

Fortune rarely shines on the Winchester's and that night was no exception. They sat around for hours in the dark but there was no sign of the monster they were searching for.

"It could have just moved on." Sam said as they entered their motel room.

"Maybe, but we'll give it a few more nights before we pack it in, just to be safe." Dean replied as she flopped on her bed and cuddled up to her pillow, hoping for a few hours sleep. Sam followed suit almost immediately.

It was two more nights of waiting in the dark before they came across their prey. It was Sam who saw the man enter the warehouse by a side door. Silently they followed and caught the man just as he'd completed his change. Dean fired twice but the beast was quicker and dodged the bullets racing off through a stack of large wooden crates. The hunters gave chase, separating off in different directions in hope of cornering the monster.

Dean rounded a corned and found the werewolf waiting. Raising her gun she fired quickly. The first bullet grazing the creatures shoulder as it dodged and the second missing completely. It turned on Dean, throwing her against an opened crate. She crashed heavily against the timber and metal, falling to the ground. The monster advanced but it's head snapped up when it heard Sam shouting Deans name. Sniffing the air it turned and followed the sound. Dean pushed herself up from the ground, placing her hand against her side. The palm came away wet with blood.

"Shit!" She hissed.

Suddenly she heard a deep growl and the sounds of a scuffle. Looking around for her gun, she abandoned the search when she heard gunshots and the wolf howl in pain.

Knowing it would take too long to run around all the crates and containers, Dean grit her teeth and launched herself up the side of the nearest box. Pulling herself up, she moved as silently as possible along the tops of the stacked crates, leaping from row to row searching for her brother. Following the sounds of the werewolves growls and snarls her pace quickened, all of her own injuries forgotten when Sam screamed out in pain. She found Sam lying against a container with the werewolf leaning over him. Sam looked up at Dean with eyes filled with fear and faith. The creature opened its jaws and lowered its mouth toward its fallen prey and that's when Dean leapt.

•

Sam heard Dean shooting somewhere on the other side of the large warehouse. He moved in the direction of the shots, calling out to Dean when he heard the sound of something large impacting against timber. Trying to move stealthily he was taken by surprise when the werewolf appeared from between two crates. Turning quickly he fired of a few rounds hitting the monster in the shoulder and stomach as his bullets flew wildly askew, having had no time to set his shots. The creature howled in pain and staggered back but preternaturally regained its self and advanced on Sam, knocking the gun from his hand. He had but a split second to again consider the bungee cord idea before having to defend himself against the supernatural animal, unarmed. The fight lasted slightly longer than Sam thought possible but was brought to an end when the wolf's long claws dug into his shoulder and side as it picked him up as if he weighed no more than a leaf and threw him against a container. Sam felt his clothing and skin give way as the claws shredded him like paper.

As the monster advanced on him, digging its claws in again, long tendrils of thick drool extending down from its snout and its mouth close enough that he could feel it fetid hot breath on his face. Sam looked up. He was sure he could see Dean above him and knew he was saved. Suddenly Dean was flying towards him like an Angel from Heaven or Batman. Sam snorted at that thought.

'Batman doesn't fly.' Then his vision faded to black and the last thing he sensed was the monsters claws digging at his chest and then a long deep howl.

•

Dean didn't care about physics. She didn't care about laws of nature. All she cared about was preventing her baby brother becoming a chew toy for some devil spawned over-grown poodle. She flew through the air with her silver blade ready, driving it deep into the back of the werewolf, then held on for dear life as it arched back and howled in pain as the silver knife cut down its back. She managed to plant her feet against the monster and push back, pulling the knife out as she flew backwards, driven mostly by the thrashing beasts momentum. Landing heavily, she only had a moment to glance at Sam, lying unconscious, covered in blood before the wolf advanced in her. Twisting the knife in her grip, she thrust upwards as the beast pounced and finally drove it home, directly into its black, dead heart. The animal screamed an almost human like scream, pulling back, away from the blade embedded in its chest, but it was too late, the damage was done. Already changing back into its human form, it fell to the ground and thrashed about in its death throes. Dean pounced as agile as the dying monster had just moments ago and drove the knife home again and then once more, then severed its head, just for good measure.

She drew back panting, staring at the now human corpse on the floor. A small groan drew her attention to her injured brother and she quickly moved to his side.

"Sammy?" She said quietly, giving him a small shake then checking his pulse. It was not as strong as it should be but it was there, although racing. "Sammy, wake up."

She shook him again and was relieved when a pair of slightly glazed hazel eyes opened and focussed on her.

"D'n? You flew." Sam slurred.

"Yeah I did little brother." She began checking his wounds but the skin was so torn up she couldn't tell if they had been made by claws or teeth. Her heart froze at the thought.

"Sammy, did it bite you?" She looked at her brother but his eyes had slipped closed again. "Sammy! Did it bite you!" She yelled, shaking him.

"No...d'nt know. H'rts." He managed to get out.

She turned to look at the decapitated head and saw the blood around its mouth, covering its teeth, but that gave no clear indication of if it had bitten her brother or not. A tear slipped from her eye as she felt panic begin to rise.

"No! No, it's gonna be okay Sammy. It's gonna be."

Dean looked around and saw Sams fallen weapon. She slowly walked over and picked it up. Kneeling back at Sams side she checked it for silver bullets then placed it on the ground beside her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the flask of holy water. She wiped her knife down as best she could with her shirt then rinsed it off with the holy water. Laying a hand on Sams shoulder she held the knife in the other one.

"Okay Sammy, this is going to hurt."

She picked up the holy water and doused Sams wounds. He pulled back and cried out. The wound bubbled slightly as the holy water reacted to the werewolf's mark. The reaction wasn't one that caused Dean alarm but she had to know for sure. Bracing Sam with her free hand she paced the silver blade flat against the torn flesh. When Sam stayed still and the wound it didn't begin smoking Dean finally breathed with relief. If Sam had indeed been bitten then he would have immediately pulled away from the blade as the silver reacted with the virus that would have infused into his blood by the werewolf's saliva.

She used the knife to cut away Sams outer shirt, tore it in half then balled it up and pressed one piece against his shoulder and the other against his ribs where the monsters claws had also take long gouges from her brothers skin.

"Sammy? Sammy!" She shook him awake. "You gotta hold this here for me."

She took his hand and pressed it against the cloth on his side.

"I'll be right back." She said.

Standing Dean took off in the direction of the office, hoping to find a first aid kit. The office was unlocked and cluttered with a desk, chairs and mountains of unfiled paperwork but in plain view on the wall was a first aid kit. She tore it from its holder then took a second to check her own wound. Lifting her shirt she saw a deep tear in her skin just below her rib cage. Opening the kit she pulled out a large adhesive bandage and quickly stuck it over the wound. Closing the kit again she tore off back to her injured brother.

"Hey ya Sammy? How ya doing?" She said with false brightness as she crouched down to check on him again.

"Aces." Sam groaned.

"Well I'm going to get you all patched up and then it's back to the motel for sleep."

Dean removed the bloody shirt and place absorbent pads over as much of the wound as possible then held them in place with some bandage.

"That's going to have to do until we get back to the room." She said. Quickly she ran her hand along the back of Sams head looking for any bumps that might indicate head trauma. Not finding anything significant she decided it was time to move Sam to the Impala. Slinging his arm around her shoulder, Dean tried to stand but Sams dead weight made it virtually impossible.

"Come on little brother. You gotta help me. Can't do it on my own." She encouraged as Sam tried to get his feet under him.

Eventually they made it to their feet and began the slow shamble back to the car.

"Wha 'bout the b'dy?" Sam asked.

"It's okay. I'll come back and deal with it." She answered.

Dean actually had no intention of 'dealing with it' but once Sam was deposited in the back seat she did go back to retrieve all the weapons and remove the computer and hard drive that the few cameras the place did have were recording on, also grabbing the first aid kit for good measure . She found a bottle of bleach in the cleaners closet and doused any blood stains she thought might have been made by either of them in hopes of messing up any DNA evidence. Then returned to her brother and drove them back to the motel.

A/N Holy moly! 50 chapters done and dusted and a tonne more to come. Thanks for sticking with me this far and I hope you hang around for the rest of this crazy ride! xxxx