The Supernatural World of Vladimir and Viktor, Chapter 62

So, the werewolf had been imprisoned in the cement block building as a trap for another werewolf. The one that was now on top of Zeke, ripping away with its claws.

Zeke could already feel the wetness of his own blood from the deep gouges in his arm. And now the sharp tips of its claws as it tore his hood away from his head. Next it began shredding his coat trying to get at him. He flailed about as best he could to get away but he was being held up so he couldn't contact any surface with a foot or hand to get some leverage to pull away.

Finally the vest popped off and Zeke dropped to the floor. He crawled out the door as the werewolf struggled with the attachments on his vest, finally setting off the strobe lights.

Outside, Zeke found himself on top of his rifle, but thought better of it and grabbed the bar for the door. He charged the door and got it shut enough to bar it before the monster could get its claws untangled. As the door pulsated from being rammed by the creature inside, he gathered up his rifle, knife and devices and hurried to the nearest place of cover.

Now he heard both werewolves howling and turned to see a slat fly off from the wooden roof. A clawed furry hand reached out and tore at the next slat. It was going to get out.

One direction was the outskirts of Idaho Falls, but the road to the south was closer and in the direction of his home. Maybe he could catch a ride away from there and to a hospital. Zeke ran that way and kept going until he climbed up a rise and found himself on pavement.

This was a road but there was no traffic on it. Zeke was too weary to go farther so he crossed the road and laid along the other side of the road. He messaged Vladimir and Viktor, 'hurt by find me' and added co-ordinates. When they got up, they would tell somebody, maybe Castiel, who would find him in the morning. Meanwhile he rested and listened for a vehicle, and the werewolf.

The werewolf came first. Zeke heard it lumbering through the scrub on the other side of the road. He rolled into the ditch on his side of the road and aimed his rifle into the darkness. He was not likely to kill it but maybe he would be lucky enough to hit some sensitive spot and discourage it. Regardless, he was too weak to get up and run again.

The beast leaped onto the road across from Zeke. He fired at it and it paused. Zeke fired again. It lowered to make its final jump onto the defenseless boy.

But mid-leap, the sky lit up and the werewolf burst into flames. A dark body large enough to block the moon paused over Zeke and someone dropped down into the ditch beside him.

The body roared and flew right into the werewolf. Zeke saw in the distance shadows struggling and spurts of fire. And what appeared to be body parts being flung.

"We made it!" Vladimir told Zeke as he drug him back onto the road.

"How'd you get here?" an astonished Zeke asked the boy.

Vladimir smacked his face with the back of his hand.

"First," he said, "Don't you ever go monster hunting with out us. That was idiotic!"

Vladimir settled down to searching for wounds on Zeke. He stopped when he came to the torn up arm and used his phone to call Castiel. The trenchcoat-clad angel appeared within minutes.

"What happened?" Castiel asked as he began healing Zeke's arm.

"Dummy here tangled with a werewolf," announced Vladimir. "Viktor got it and...Ewww! I think he's eating it!"

He stood up and yelled down the road, "You okay, Viktor?"

"Mmmmpf?" came the reply.

"You aren't eating it are you?"

"Mmmmpf!"

"Oh. Okay."

Soon Viktor came strolling down the road to the group in his human body. He rummaged through Vladimir's backpack and pulled out a shirt, a pair of pants, and his shoes.

"You're brushing your teeth when we get back," Vladimir informed him.

Viktor just grinned broadly.

"Anyway," Vladimir continued, "we were at the Flatheads property or we wouldn't be here at all. We took off right after your first message. I couldn't get back to you because we were flying the entire time. Do you what it's like for Viktor to fly four hundred miles in the dark? He almost took out one of those big windmills on the mountainside over there."

"Good thing Dorothy lets us stay up late, or we wouldn't have gotten your first message until morning," said Viktor. "I flew and Vladimir kept track of the co-ordinates you posted."

"It wouldn't have been a problem until the second werewolf came in," Zeke said in his own defense. "I didn't know the little building was a trap for the bigger werewolf. The other one is probably still behind bars there."

"So Bennie might not have been the one to kill the Sasquatches last time?" asked Vladimir.

"Right. The bigger one might have broken him out and killed the people." Zeke replied. "Someone might be helping werewolves during full moons. I think my father is part of the group doing it and after Bennie, they decided to get the others to help trap the loner. That's why I heard two of them tonight and why the place where this werewolf was contained was open to the outside."

"Are you saying there are two more werewolves out there?" asked Castiel.

"Oh, yeah," said Zeke. "Here are the co-ordinates for both."

"Good," said Castiel. "I'll get them and put them in a secure place. I know just where I'll put them. Dean and Sam will want to talk with them. First, I'll get you boys back home."

He took Zeke to his bedroom and gave him his phone number. "Call me before you do something dangerous next time. Or pray to God; I'm on the same party line. The more sincere you are the clearer our connection." He left Zeke to stash his ripped and bloodied clothes in the trash and take a long hot shower.

Dorothy was still up when Castiel brought the other two boys there. The angel disappeared, confident none of this mess was his fault. It was up to Vladimir and Viktor to account for themselves with her.

Finally, Castiel left a message for Sheriff Jody Mills in Sioux Falls to tell her he had left two werewolves in her jail cells that should be human by the time she got there, and that Sam and Dean would be there some time.

Jody did not wait until she was scheduled to be at the jail. She dressed immediately and drove there.

When she entered the front office the officer at the desk was obviously shaken.

"I know," Sheriff Mills told her. "Big hairy wolf-like creatures in two of the cells. I'm on it."

Sure, enough, she found a werewolf in each of two cells. Both glared and snarled at her as she entered the room. Castiel had left a brief note for the sheriff on the bars.

A man in a third cell was cowering in the corner farthest from the creatures. She opened his cell and led him into the hall and up to the front office.

"He's sober now," the sheriff told the officer. "Let him call home and let him sit out here until his ride comes. He'll behave."

Sheriff Mills walked back toward the jail cells while saying into her phone, "Castiel, get your holy butt over here..."