April 17th, 2009 - Appaloki, Kentucky
It was a fifteen-hour drive to Appaloki. About seven hours into the trip, Dean stopped at a gas station, and Sam switched seats with Amy, giving her a chance to sleep in the back. She was feeling a bit more tired than usual lately.
They reached Evermore motel sometime after nightfall. Amy was shaken awake by Sam as Dean pulled into the parking lot. Sweat soaked hair stuck to her face as she sat up. "We here already?" she muttered groggily.
"What do you mean, already?" Dean asked. "We've been driving almost a full day."
"Oh," Amy muttered. She slid out of the Impala, walking around to the trunk to grab her bag.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Dean asked. "You look pretty pale." He put a hand on her forehead. "You're not getting sick, are you?"
Amy mustered a laugh as she pushed Dean's hand away. "I think I'm probably just a little tired, still."
Dean frowned. "No, you're not." He put the back of his hand back on her forehead. "You're burning up. Did you start feeling sick earlier?"
"Um-" Amy blinked, trying to remember where they had been when she had started feeling off. "I think, maybe, a few hours or so after we left Adam's place. Somewhere in..." she trailed off, unable to remember the name of the city they had been in.
"Greenwood?" Dean guessed.
Amy shook her head. "I think it was later than that. Sometime after I switched seats with Sam."
Sam came out of the office, having checked them into their room, and Dean waved him over.
"Okay. If you start to feel any worse, let us know, okay?"
Amy nodded and leaned on the trunk of the car.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked as he approached.
"I think Amy's got a fever," Dean said.
"Shit," Sam muttered. He handed Dean the key. "Our room is on the second floor. Wanna take her up there, and I'll bring the bags up?"
Dean nodded. He put his bag on the trunk next to Amy's and turned to the girl. "Come on, Ames. Let's get you inside."
Dean picked Amy up bridal style and walked her up the stairs to their room. He unlocked the door and headed inside, leaving the door slightly open for Sam.
"Which bed do you want?" Dean asked.
"Doesn't matter," Amy replied. "I'll take either one."
Dean set her down on the bed closest to the door. "I'll get you a wet washcloth to cool you down." He headed into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a damp washcloth. He placed it over Amy's forehead as Sam entered the room with all their bags.
"Hey," Sam said quietly, "Amy, how are you feeling?"
"Like death," Amy groaned. "Can we turn out that lamp? I think I'm getting a headache."
"Sure thing." Dean turned out the lamp by the bed, leaving the floor lamp next to the TV and the bathroom light on. "Get some rest, okay? Maybe you'll get a chance to fight your first werewolf some other time, but it looks like me and Sammy will have to take care of it alone this time around."
Amy wanted to protest, but she knew there was no point. In truth, she had started feeling worse once she had gotten out of the Impala. As much as she hated it, there was no way she would have been able to do any fighting, much less with a werewolf, until she was feeling better.
"I'll go get some ice," Sam offered. "A cold glass of water might help a bit."
"Okay, yeah," Dean agreed. Sam grabbed the ice bucket and headed out of the room.
Dean turned back to Amy. "Get some rest, okay?" he repeated.
Amy rolled over onto her side. "Okay," she muttered. She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Sam reentered the room with the ice. He grabbed a glass and poured Amy some ice-water, setting it down on the nightstand next to her. "Hopefully, that'll help a bit."
"Come on," Dean walked over to the table and sat down. "Let's let her sleep. What have we got on our case?"
Sam walked over and sat down next to Dean. Amy heard him pull out his laptop and set it on the table. "Last week a local farmer reported that several of his cows had been torn open and the hearts had been taken, and then a few days ago..." that was the last thing Amy heard as she drifted off into sleep.
April 18th, 2009
By early evening the next day, Amy was feeling slightly better. Not well enough to go out on a hunt, but at least well enough to be out of bed and walk around.
"So, what did I miss last night?" she asked as she sat down at the table with Sam and Dean.
"I don't know if you heard us talking," Dean began, "but a week ago, a farmer-"
"Reported that some of his cattle had been torn open and the hearts had been missing," Amy finished. "I heard that part, but I fell asleep after that."
Sam nodded. "Okay, well, a few days ago, some bodies were found in the woods, and they also had their hearts ripped out of their chests."
Amy leaned back in her chair. "Okay, so definitely a werewolf."
Dean nodded in confirmation. "While you were sleeping this morning, we went to talk to the farmer who made the first report. We didn't get much out of him, but we did talk to the witness who found the bodies."
"And?"
Sam cleared his throat. "And, one of them, a Mrs. Smith, admitted she had seen her neighbor come home the night before. Bloody."
"And she didn't report that?" Amy questioned.
"She said she did, but the police didn't believe her," Sam explained.
Amy stared in disbelief. "They didn't believe that she had seen someone covered in blood?"
"They thought she had been seeing things," Dean explained. "Freaking out so much that her eyes were playing tricks on her."
Amy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," she said, not knowing what else to add to that.
"We were gonna go stake this guy out, but we wanted to wait and see if you were feeling well enough to go with us."
"As long as I don't have to do any fighting right now, I should be fine," Amy said decisively.
"Alright, good," Sam said. "We'll head out in a little bit. I'm sure you're probably hungry, right? You haven't eaten all day."
Amy nodded. "Yeah, actually, I am a bit hungry," she admitted.
"There's a diner a few blocks from here," Dean recalled. "You guys wanna head down there?"
Sam put his laptop away. "I could eat."
Amy's stomach growled in agreement. "Ditto," she said.
Dean grabbed the Impala keys. "Let's go, then."
Amy grabbed her jacket and followed Sam and Dean out to the car. She climbed into the backseat, and Dean pulled out of the parking lot.
A few minutes later, Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the Lonesome Dove Diner. They headed inside and sat down at a booth in the corner. Amy took a seat next to the window, in front of a potted plant, while Sam and Dean sat across from her.
A waitress walked over to them, carrying three menus. She had on a nametag that read 'Bree' on it. "Welcome to the Lonesome Dove," she greeted. Bree set the menus down. "Can I get you guys started with something to drink?"
"Just water for me, thanks," Sam ordered.
"Could I get a coke?" Amy asked.
"Is Pepsi okay?"
Amy nodded. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Okay," the waitress said, "and for you sir?"
"I'll take a beer."
"I'm sorry, we actually don't serve any alcoholic drinks here," Bree apologized.
Dean frowned. "Nothing for me, then" he decided.
The waitress smiled. "I'll have those right out for you." She turned and walked into the kitchen.
Amy picked up her menu. "I wonder if they have all-day breakfast here."
"Breakfast for dinner, huh?" Dean asked with a smile.
Amy shrugged. "I'm kinda in the mood for some french toast right now."
Sam and Dean exchanged a look.
"That doesn't actually sound like a bad idea," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah," Dean agreed. "I could go for some pancakes and sausage."
Amy spotted a note at the bottom of her menu, written in tiny letters. "All-day breakfast served here," she read aloud. She set down the menu and smiled. "French toast, it is."
"Breakfast for dinner, then?" Dean asked.
"Uh, yeah," Sam agreed. "Sounds good."
Their waitress walked back over with their drinks. She set them down in the middle of the table. "Are you guys ready to order yet?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so." Sam looked around at Amy and Dean, who both nodded in confirmation.
"Alright." Bree took her order pad and a pen out. "What can I get started for you guys?"
"I'll have the omelet," Sam said.
"Okay." The waitress scribbled the order down. "And for you?"
"Could I get the pancakes?" Dean asked. "Extra bacon on the side?"
"Sure thing." The waitress looked over at Amy last. "And for you, dear?"
"French toast, please!" Amy held her menu up for the waitress to take.
The waitress finished writing down their orders and took their menus. "I'll have your meals out for you in a bit." She left the table, heading back into the kitchen.
By the time they finished eating, the sun was low in the sky. Sam paid for their meal and they headed back out to the Impala.
"So, how are you feeling?" Dean asked as they climbed into the car. "Feeling well enough to go with us, or do you want to go back to the motel?"
Amy thought for a moment. She knew she still had a fever, but she was feeling a lot better than she had been the night before. "I can go with you guys," she decided.
Dean gave her a small nod. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
They reached a neighborhood about thirty minutes later, just as it got dark out. Dean parked the Impala across the street from a yellow, two-story house and turned off the engine.
"Remind me again what exactly it is we're looking for," Amy spoke.
"We think this guy might be our werewolf, but we're not completely sure," Dean explained. "So we're gonna follow him around for a bit until he confirms or denies our suspicions." He pulled three pairs of binoculars out of the glove compartment, giving one to Sam and Amy, and keeping the last one for himself.
"So, just look for anything...wolfy?"
Dean clicked his tongue. "Bingo."
Amy put her binoculars to her eyes and looked out through the car window. Inside the kitchen of the house across the street, a man was looking through the fridge. He pulled out various meats and vegetables and started chopping them up.
"Well, that just looks like he's making dinner." Amy lowered her binoculars. "Are we sure that lady really wasn't seeing things?"
Sam sighed as he lowered his binoculars as well. "I mean, I guess it's possible. Maybe we're staking out the wrong guy."
Dean shook his head. His binoculars were still against his eyes, watching the man in the house. "I don't think so. Check this out."
Amy put her binoculars back up to her eyes. Inside the kitchen, a woman had joined the man. She picked up a piece of uncooked steak and tossed it into her mouth as if it was a piece of popcorn. "You know," she said, "if I didn't know about the missing hearts, I'd think we were dealing with a Rougarou."
"So, what, we-we're dealing with a family of werewolves here?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged. "I guess it's possible. Mr. and Mrs. Werewolf."
Amy's gaze caught something upstairs and she followed it, frowning at what she saw. "Mr. and Mrs. Werewolf," she pointed up to the second floor, "and baby."
Sam and Dean followed her finger to see a nursery visible through the open curtains upstairs.
"Crap," Sam whispered.
"Whoa, hey guys," Dean got their attention back, "looks like dad werewolf is on the move."
Sure enough, the front door had opened across the street. The man walked outside and climbed inside a blue Cadillac. He drove down the driveway and headed down the street. Dean started the engine and drove after the car, keeping a safe distance between them.
They followed the car to a nearby farm. The man got out and looked around, before opening the trunk. Inside, there was an assortment of axes, saws, tarps, and other tools. He grabbed an ax and walked towards a large cow pasture.
"Why would a werewolf need all that stuff?" Amy wondered aloud.
"Well, I'm not waiting around to find out." Dean pulled out his gun and checked the chamber. "Let's go."
Amy checked her gun as well, before following Sam and Dean out of the car. The man was still closeby, standing near one of the cows with the ax raised in the air. He seemed to be hesitating as he held the weapon up. Sam and Amy aimed their guns as Dean grabbed the ax from the man's hands and tossed it to the side.
The man quickly spun around in a panic and put his hands in the air. "Wait, please," he pleaded, his voice shaking. Genuine looking fear was plastered on his face. "It's not what it looks like."
Dean scoffed. "Oh, really? 'Cause to me, it looks like-"
"Like I'm a werewolf and I'm killing cows to eat their hearts?" the man finished.
"What?" Amy asked, more confused than she had ever been in her life. She looked up at Sam, wondering if he had any clue about what was going on. The look on his face told her that he was just as confused as she was.
Dean was taken aback as well. "Well, I, uh," he stuttered, "I'm sorry what?"
"Listen," the man said. He held out an arm. "You can test me if you want. Silver, right?"
Dean hesitated a moment, before lowering his gun. Sam and Amy kept their guns trained on the man as Dean approached. He roughly grabbed the man's arm and pulled a silver knife from his jacket and made a small cut on the man's arm, just above the elbow. A small trickle of blood appeared, but nothing else. The man wasn't a werewolf.
Dean put his gun away. "Alright, why don't you tell us who you are, okay?"
The man nodded. "Ethan. Ethan Campos."
"Are you a hunter, Ethan?" Sam asked as he put his gun away as well.
Amy followed suit. "And, if you are, what the hell are you doing taking cows' hearts?"
"I, uh, I," Ethan stuttered. He seemed hesitant to answer. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Dude, you're a terrible liar," Amy said.
Realization flashed across Dean's face. "You're protecting someone."
Ethan brought his gaze to the ground but didn't respond. That was all Sam, Dean, or Amy needed to know to confirm what Dean had said.
"Who are you protecting?" Sam asked.
Amy thought back to the house. Ethan, the woman eating the uncooked meat, and the nursery on the second floor. "Your wife," she realized. "Your wife is a werewolf."
"What?" Sam asked in disbelief.
Ethan glanced back up at them. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He nodded in confirmation. "Yes," he admitted.
Amy couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Oh, my god," she whispered breathlessly.
"Why the hell are you protecting her?" Dean demanded.
"Because I love her!" Ethan snapped. "We've been together for thirteen years, since high school. We got married two years ago and swore that we'd never leave each other, till death do us part."
"Your wife is a monster!" Dean argued.
"How long ago was she bit?" Amy asked, a bit more softly than Dean.
Ethan seemed hesitant to answer.
"How long?" Sam repeated.
"A week after we were married," Ethan admitted.
It took a moment for what Ethan had said to set in. "Your baby," Amy realized. "They were born after your wife was bitten."
Ethan nodded. "Eight months ago. Twins."
Dean stared at the man in disbelief. "You had twins with a werewolf?"
"Yes," Ethan said quietly.
"How would that even work?" Amy wondered aloud.
Dean spun around. "Amy!" he snapped.
"No, I'm dead serious," Amy said. "I mean, a werewolf is someone who turns into a wolf during the full moon, right? So, what your kids are three-fourths human, one-fourth werewolf?"
"They don't transform during a full moon like my wife does," Ethan explained, "they only need to eat raw meat. And they can't turn someone by biting them. Believe me, they love to bite."
Dean smiled. "Oh, well, that's nice," he said sarcastically. His grin turned to a scowl. "But it doesn't change the fact that your wife killed a couple of kids during the last full moon!"
Visible confusion flashed across Ethan's face. "What?" He shook his head frantically. "No, that's impossible. She's gone two years without killing anyone. She always insists that I chain her up every full moon so that she doesn't kill anyone."
"Yeah, well, it seems last week she managed to get out," Dean said.
"No, she wouldn't have," Ethan insisted. "Sh-she-" he stopped talking. Fear flashed across his face as he turned and took a few steps forward. "Oh, god." He turned back to face them. "Do you really think she did?"
"It's possible," Sam admitted. "The bodies were found with their hearts missing just after the full moon."
Ethan fell to his knees and put his face in his hands. "How could she do this?" he sobbed. "She promised."
"Hey, hey," Sam said. He walked over to Ethan and knelt down beside him. "We don't know for sure that it was her."
"Maybe there's another werewolf in town," Amy suggested hopefully.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Like I said, we don't know for sure that it was her."
"But if it was-" Dean pulled his pistol back out, "silver bullet."
"Dean, you are not helping!" Amy snapped. She turned back to Ethan and knelt down next to Sam. "Okay, Ethan, listen. We don't know for sure that your wife killed those people. How long have you guys lived in this town?"
"Since we were married."
"And in that time, in two years, nothing like this has ever happened, right?"
Ethan nodded.
"So, maybe there's just another werewolf in town," Amy suggested. "A new one even, that's doing the killings."
"It's possible," Sam agreed.
"Let me talk to her," Ethan pleaded. "Please."
Dean let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. But we're coming with you. If your wife did kill those people, then I'm sorry but..."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Not...helping, Dean."
Ethan nodded. "Okay." He slowly stood back up. "You guys can follow me to my house. I'll talk to my wife. But please don't kill her," he begged.
"We won't if she doesn't give us a reason to," Sam told him.
Ethan picked the ax back up and walked past the hunters. They followed him back to the cars, where Ethan stuck his ax back in the trunk.
"My house is a few miles from here," Ethan told them. "You can follow me there."
Dean nodded. "Lead the way."
Everyone got into their cars. Ethan pulled onto the main road and started driving away. Dean started the engine to the Impala and began to follow.
The ride to Ethan's house was silent. Dean pulled the Impala into the driveway of the yellow two-story house and they got out.
Ethan was waiting for them next to his car. "My wife's inside," he told them. "Come on."
The hunters followed Ethan to his front door. He unlocked it and led them inside.
"Honey?" Ethan called out. "I'm home."
Footsteps could be heard and a moment later a woman appeared. She was slightly shorter than Ethan, had a slender figure, eyes that were almost as green as Dean's, and a head of curly red hair. She placed a kiss on Ethan's cheek, before noticing the other people standing by the door.
"Ethan?" she asked. "Who are these people?" She sniffed. "Hunters," she realized. "You brought hunters into our home!?"
"Abigail, please just-"
"How could you?" Abigail asked. "Do you know what they do to people like me?" She gasped. "You didn't tell them about me, did you?"
"They caught me in the cow pasture," Ethan explained. "They thought I was the werewolf at first, but they figured out on their own that it was you." He frowned, turning to the hunters. "How did you know I had a wife and kids in the first place."
"Your neighbor saw you come home bloody the other night," Sam explained.
Abigail frowned. "Edith always was a little nosy," she scowled. "But I didn't have anything to do with those killings, I swear!"
"And why should we believe you?" Dean asked.
"The room I have Ethan chain me up in, there's a camera in there and an alarm on the door. It's to make sure I don't get out and hurt anyone."
The hunters exchanged a glance.
"Can we see?" Sam asked.
Ethan nodded. "This way." Abigail stayed upstairs while he led them down a hallway and through a door leading to the basement.
On the other side of the basement, there was a metal door. The hinges were still intact, indicating that nothing had broken the door down recently. Amy peered through the small window. The walls were bare, except for a set of chains against the opposite wall. Directly above them, there was a single camera with a blinking red light facing the door.
"I hate having to do this every month," Ethan said, drawing Amy's attention away from the door, "but she insists. Abigail's so afraid she's going to hurt someone. She's even afraid she'll hurt me or the twins." he let out a shaky sigh. "Hearing her down here every full moon tears me apart, but I can't leave her."
"Do you have the footage from the camera?" Sam asked.
Ethan nodded. "It's all saved to my laptop."
"Do you mind if I take a look at it?"
Ethan nodded. "It's just upstairs."
They followed Ethan out of the basement. He led them back down the hall and into the kitchen, where Abigail was busy preparing something.
Ethan sat down at the counter and opened his laptop. He opened up a folder labeled 'April 8th-10th, 2009.' Inside the file were three videos, one for each night of the full moon. He pointed to the screen and turned back to the hunters. "These videos are from the full moon last week," he explained. "The camera records twenty-four seven. If Abigail got out, it would show on here." He stood up from the chair and stepped away, allowing the hunters to see the screen.
The hunters gathered around the laptop. Sam clicked on the first video and started scrubbing through it. It had been sped up a bit so that it wasn't an eleven-hour video, but it clearly showed Abigail in the room all night long. The second and third videos showed the same things.
Sam closed the final video. "Well, guess that proves it then. Looks like it wasn't Abigail that did those killings."
"Well, I could have told you that," Abigail said.
"But then who did do it?" Amy asked. She looked up at Abigail. "Do you have any idea? I mean, is there another werewolf in this town?"
Abigail shook her head. "Not that I know of unless the werewolf that bit me is still in town. But if he was, why would these killings be happening now?"
"Unless he left town for a while but recently came back," Ethan suggested.
"Wait, he left town?" Dean asked.
Abigail nodded. "He left not long after biting me."
Dean crossed his arms. "So it's possible he's back, then."
Abigail nodded.
"What does he look like?" Amy asked.
"Tall, dark hair, tattoos on both sides of his face," Abigail recalled.
Sam leaned back and let out a heavy sigh. "Any idea as to where he might be?"
Abigail thought for a moment. "I know he prefers dark, damp places far away from people," she finally said. "There's an abandoned warehouse not far from here." She pointed in a random direction. "About twenty minutes that way."
"We could show you where it is," Ethan offered.
Dean shook his head. "No, no, we can find it. But, uh," he seemed hesitant to say something, "thank you, both of you, for your help."
Abigail smiled. "Just kill the son of a bitch for me."
Amy laughed. "Now that, we can do."
Ethan led them out of the house, closing the door behind them. The hunters watched the door close, before turning and walking down towards the Impala.
"So what do you think?" Sam asked. "Should we check out the warehouse?"
"I say so," Dean agreed. They climbed into the car and he started the engine. "It's not too far from here."
"I'm glad you didn't kill her," Amy admitted. "Despite her being a werewolf."
Dean stared ahead at the road, unanswering. "I couldn't seem to bring myself to," he admitted. "Werewolf or not she has a method that seems to work. One that stops her from killing innocent people every month. She's got a husband that looks out for her and twins." He paused. "Werewolf or not, she wasn't behind any of those killings."
Amy smiled as she leaned back in her seat.
Twenty minutes later, Dean turned onto a dirt road. At the end of the road was the abandoned warehouse, which had definitely seen better days. Many windows were broken or boarded up and the roof had several holes in it.
They climbed out of the Impala and circled around to the trunk. Dean opened it up, propping open the weapons box with a shotgun. He pulled out a small box filled with silver bullets. "You guys got enough bullets?"
Sam grabbed his pistol and checked the chamber. "I'm good," Sam said.
Amy did the same. "I've only got three bullets," she counted. "Is that gonna be enough?"
Dean handed her a few more silver bullets. "Just in case." He handed them each a silver stake as well.
"Amy, I don't think I have to tell you just how dangerous a werewolf is," Dean reminded her. "I know you've been with us for a while, but I don't think you've encountered anything like this yet. Stay close, okay?"
Amy nodded. "Okay."
They started making their way to the building. One of the doors had been torn off, giving them easy access inside.
The inside of the warehouse was damp and musty. Everything seemed to be covered in several layers of dust and broken pieces of the roof lay scattered across the floor.
"Doesn't look like there are many places to hide," Amy noticed. "Are we sure he's in here?"
"Just because you can't see him doesn't mean he's not here," Sam replied. He walked forward, holding his gun up in front of him as he crept across the moss and algae-covered floor.
Amy followed Sam and Dean around the building. She could barely see anything with so little sunlight coming inside but kept her gun at the ready in case they were attacked.
Dean pushed a piece of fallen rubble out of the way and they moved further into the darkness. Amy heard the snap of a twig behind her and spun around just in time to be thrown to the ground and drop her gun.
Amy struggled against her attacker as he bared his sharp teeth. She saw Dean raise his gun and the next second, a shot rang out. The werewolf fell limp, dead, and she pushed him off and struggled to her feet. A pool of blood began to form near its head where Dean had fired the silver bullet.
Sam helped Amy to her feet. "You okay?"
Amy nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay." She looked down at her attacker. Tall, dark hair, and tattoos on both sides of his face. This was definitely the werewolf that Abigail had told them about.
Dean handed Amy back her gun. "He didn't scratch you, did he?"
"I don't think he got a chance to." Amy let out a slightly amused laugh. "You know, I'll be honest, I think I was expecting a little more action for my first werewolf hunt."
Sam laughed in agreement. "Yeah, well, normally there's more than one."
"Sorry your first werewolf hunt was so dull," Dean added.
"Eh, it's okay," Amy assured them. "It's not like it'll be my only one."
Dean nodded in agreement. "We should get out of here," he said
The hunters gathered their weapons and headed out of the warehouse. The Impala was waiting for them exactly where they had left it. Dean opened the weapons box in the trunk and they put their guns and silver stakes back in. They climbed back into the Impala and Dean started up the engine and started driving back down the dirt road.
It was a short drive back to the motel. Dean led them back up to the room and unlocked the door, letting them in.
"Pack your crap," he said. "We're getting out of here."
"Now?" Amy asked.
"Yes, now."
Amy looked over at Sam, who shrugged. She sighed, before tossing her bag on the bed and packing her stuff into it.
Once they were all packed up, they headed back out to the Impala. They tossed their bags in the trunk, before climbing back in.
Amy leaned forward between the seats, an idea rattling around in her head. "Hey, uh..." she trailed off.
Dean looked at her through the rear-view mirror. "What's up?"
"I was thinking, Abigail told us to kill the werewolf for her. Maybe we should stop by and let her know we did."
Sam and Dean exchanged a look.
"Yeah, I suppose we can stop by," Dean agreed. He started up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
They reached Ethan and Abigail's house a half-hour later. They walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A minute later, the door opened and Ethan appeared, he was holding a baby girl in his arms. Amy smiled when she saw the baby, giving her a small wave.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked.
"We were heading out of town and wanted to let you know that we found the werewolf who was doing the killings," Sam explained.
A smile appeared on Ethan's face. "You did?" He turned back inside the house. "Hey, honey, come out here real quick!" he called out.
The door opened wider and Abigail appeared in the doorway, holding the other twin, a boy, in her arms. "Is everything okay?" she asked when she saw who was at the door.
"They killed the werewolf that bit you," Ethan explained.
Abigail turned back to the hunters and smiled. "Oh, thank you!"
"It was no problem," Dean said. "But now he's gone so these killings should stop."
"We can't think you guys enough," Ethan said. He looked over at Amy, who was still cooing at the baby in his arms. "Looks like she likes you," he noticed.
Amy straightened back up. "She's adorable," she said with a smile. "What's her name?"
"Allison." Ethan reached a hand over to the other baby, tickling him on his stomach. "And this little one is Henry."
Amy waved at the other baby. "Hi, Henry," she said. Henry cooed back at her.
Dean cleared his throat. "We'll get out of your guys' way now," he said.
Abigail handed Henry over to Ethan and pulled Dean into a hug. Sam and Amy both let out an amused laugh at Dean's uncomfortable look from being hugged by a werewolf.
Dean laughed nervously. "Okay," he said.
Abigail released Dean from the hug. "Thank you guys again," she said.
"If you guys ever find yourselves in town again, feel free to stop by," Ethan offered.
Sam and Dean nodded, before turning and walking back down towards the Impala.
Amy smiled back down to the twins in Ethan's arms. "Bye, Allison. Bye, Henry," she said, giving the babies a small wave. She straightened back up. "It was nice meeting you guys." She turned and hurried back down to the Impala, climbing into the backseat.
"Ready to go?" Dean asked.
Amy nodded. "Yeah."
Dean pulled away from the house.
Amy watched it disappear through the window. Once it was gone, she leaned back in her seat. "Werewolf wife and kids or not, that was a pretty nice family."
Sam and Dean exchanged another look. Finally, Dean smiled.
"Yeah, they were," he agreed.
"I'm glad you didn't go all Dean on us and kill Abigail just because she's a werewolf," Amy added.
"Go all Dean on us?" Sam repeated.
Amy shrugged. "You know, kill first, ask questions later," she clarified.
Dean shrugged. "Well like you said, werewolf or not, she didn't kill anyone."
Amy smiled. "Where are we heading to now?" she asked, deciding to change the subject.
"Not sure," Sam said. "We haven't found any other cases yet."
"You feeling better by the way?" Dean asked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. "You seem better."
"I feel better," Amy confirmed. "I definitely think my fever is gone, at least."
"Good." Dean turned his attention back to the road and Amy leaned against the cold window, watching the trees and cars pass by as Dean drove them out of town.
