The car was silent for a few minutes. I could see Sam and Dean exchanging looks of concern.

I sat back in my seat. "Can we go now?"

Sam furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Can we go? We took care of what we needed to, Molly's moved on," I said.

"Maddi, do you have any thoughts on this phone call?" Sam asked.

I shook my head. "What do you mean?"

Dean turned to look at me with a concerned look in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

I shrugged. "Yeah...?"

Sam looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes. "Okay, it's just—"

"What? What do you want me to say?" I furrowed my brow. "Oh, hey, let's call her. I'm so excited that she finally got the nerve to call us back." I shook my head. "Caught off guard, really? How about your long-lost mother of twelve years, hanging up on you after building up the courage to even make the call? How's that for caught off guard?"

Sam and Dean looked at me, dumbstruck.

"I'm not saying anything because I don't care." I looked back and forth between them. "At least not right now."

March 3rd - March 6th, 2007

A few days later, we stumbled across a case that Dean was super excited about. All signs were pointing to a werewolf.

So, while Sam was at the morgue to get some information on the lawyer who had been mauled, Dean and I sat in the motel getting weapons and silver bullets ready for the hunt.

Once Sam came back from the morgue, he told us that the lawyer was missing his heart, and the coroner said that if she didn't know any better, she would believe his wounds were caused by a wolf.

"This lawyer guy, the first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean asked while he cleaned his gun.

"First man," Sam said as he pulled up a chair. "Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions."

"But no hearts?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

"And the lunar cycle?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon."

"Which is this week, right?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Hence the lawyer."

"Awesome." Dean smiled.

Sam shook his head. "Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?"

"I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight, don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids," Dean said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, Sparky. And ya know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland," Sam said sarcastically.

"You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down." Dean held up a silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what's our next move?"

"Talk to the girl who found the body," Sam said.

Dean stood up. "All right." He took some money out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Here. I don't know how long we'll be gone. This money is for takeout. Do not leave this room."

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"I know that you know, but you don't always listen," Dean said.

"Dean, I won't leave the room, all right?" I asked.

"Good." Dean nodded to Sam, and then the two of them left.

While they were gone, I decided to brush up on creatures with Dad's journal. After a while, I got bored and turned on the TV. Jeopardy was on, so I decided to sit back and play along.

Not too long later, Sam and Dean came back.

"So?" I asked.

Dean walked over to me as he was taking off his jacket. "The girl's name is Madison. She was—"

"Wait. Wait. Wait." I shook my head. "Her name's Madison?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, what? Do you think you own that name?"

"No... I mean... whatever. Just don't call her Maddi, that's my thing," I said, pointing at both of them.

Dean shook his head and smirked. "Would you like to hear the rest of the story now?"

I nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah. I've been waiting for you."

Dean shook his head. "She was the lawyer's assistant for two years. Apparently, when the dude got a few drinks in him, he got a little creepy. She also had a stalker ex-boyfriend, Kurt, who she happened to see in the bar that her, a few co-workers, and the lawyer were hanging out in on the night the lawyer died."

"So, are you thinking that Kurt could be our guy?" I asked.

Sam shrugged. "Possibly. We're going to his apartment next. We came to see if you wanted to come."

Once we reached Kurt's apartment, Dean picked the locks, and we walked in. Looking around, it seemed like a perfectly normal apartment, nothing creepy or weird about it.

We all searched around, but I wasn't really finding anything out of the ordinary.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing, but leftovers and a six-pack," Dean said as he peered into the fridge.

Sam shrugged. "Check the freezer. Maybe there's some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something."

As Dean nodded and turned to open the freezer, we all heard a door open and close, which was followed by a clattering outside. Dean stepped forward toward the sliding glass door, moving me out of the way as he did. When he reached the door, he opened it and stepped out.

"Come here!" he yelled to us. When Sam and I joined him, he pointed to the end of the balcony. "Check it out."

We could see claw marks gouged into the concrete wall. As we looked over the balcony, we could see that they were dragged all the way down to the street. A few seconds later, we heard a gunshot coming from the alley below us.

We all quickly ran down, and when we turned the corner into the alley, we saw a heap of something behind a dumpster. As we got closer, we realized it was a mauled police officer.

"I'll call 9-1-1," Sam said as he pulled out his cellphone and walked off.

Dean bent down to examine the corpse, but it was clear to see that the heart had been ripped out of his chest.

When Sam walked back over, Dean looked up. "I'd say Kurt's looking more and more like our Cujo."

"Dean, if he's out here, we better check on Madison," Sam said.

It had been a couple of hours since Sam and Dean had left. I had watched some more Jeopardy, but I was getting bored, and my stomach was starting to growl.

So, against my better judgment, I decided to grab the money Dean had given me and walk around the city to see what I could find. I took a motel key and then went on my way.

Down the street, there was a board game store, a bookstore, an arcade, but nothing was really catching my eye. So, I kept walking until I came across a bowling alley. I decided to give it a try, so I bought myself a pizza and a peach tea and bowled a few games.

Although my highest score out of three games was a seventy-three, I was still pretty proud of myself, given the fact that I had never played before. I was also happy that I found something to do to keep my mind off of my mom.

I decided it was probably time to head back to the motel since it was starting to get dark. Plus, if Sam and Dean caught me, I would definitely get my ass kicked.

Once I made it back, I changed into my pjs and sat on the couch. Dean quickly walked in about ten minutes later.

"Hey..." Dean said, awkwardly.

I furrowed my brow. "Hey. Any clue on Kurt?"

"Uh, yeah. That's actually why I'm back," Dean said.

"I get to go with you?" I asked, excited.

Dean shook his head quickly. "Oh, no. The place I'm going isn't meant for kids."

I furrowed my brow. "Where are you going?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked in a slightly higher pitch.

I laughed. "Dean, where are you going?"

"A place," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "What's the name of this place?"

"Glit... Cit..." he mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

Dean cleared his throat. "Glitter City," he said quickly.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're going to a strip club?"

Dean frowned. "No. It's not a strip club."

"What is it then?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter." Dean shook his head. "I got what I needed anyway."

"What are you talking about? You didn't touch anything. You've barely moved away from the door," I said.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, you got any ones?"

I grabbed one of the couch pillows and threw it at him. "Get outta here." I laughed.

I woke up the next morning to someone pounding on the door. When I looked up, I realized neither Sam or Dean were in their beds. I quickly jumped up and peered out of the peephole on my tiptoes. Dean was waiting outside of the door.

As I swung the door open, he barged in.

"Where's your key? Did you have too much fun at the strip club last night?" I joked.

Dean shook his head. "No, get dressed, we have to go."

My smile faded. "What's wrong? Where's Sam?"

"He's fine. I just talked to him on the phone. I went to Kurt's house last night. He's dead. Guess who was there?" Dean asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. "I don't know."

"Madison. She's the werewolf. She knocked me out and took off," Dean said.

"Seriously?" I asked, "You think she knows?"

Dean shrugged. "How could she not?"

Once we parked the car in front of Madison's apartment, we ran into the building and to her door. Dean pounded on it, and we waited for Sam, who opened the door a second later. As we walked in, we could see that Madison had been tied to a chair.

"How you doin'? My head feels great, thanks," Dean said to her as he pulled out his gun.

"We've gotta talk," Sam said and then led us into a bedroom. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

"She's lying," Dean said.

Sam shrugged. "Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, ya know? Maybe—Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

"That makes sense. Aren't werewolves supposed to be pretty feral?" I shrugged. "I mean, maybe if she was turned in a traumatic way, she really doesn't remember."

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk? Come on, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend." Dean shook his head. "That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."

"Just 'cause she changes, doesn't mean she loses herself. It doesn't mean she doesn't remember how they made her feel," I said.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats?" He shrugged. "Hell, the cop, too."

Dean put his arms out. "What are you, dog whisperers now?"

"Look, man, I just—" Sam shook his head. "I don't know, there— there— there was something in her eyes."

"Yeah, she's killing people!" Dean shouted.

Sam furrowed his brow. "But if she has no control over it—"

Dean nodded. "Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything."

Sam shook his head. "I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening."

"Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?" Dean asked.

"Maybe I understand her." Sam sighed. "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Dean asked.

Sam pulled out Dad's journal and started flipping through it. "Dad's theory... 'lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline.'"

"Might have a cure. Meaning, who the hell knows," Dean said.

"It's worth a shot," Sam said, with pleading eyes.

Dean shook his head. "We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."

A look of realization crossed Sam's face. "No. I don't think so." He walked back out to Madison, and we followed behind.

"Madison, when were you mugged?" Sam asked.

She just stared at him.

"Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question," Sam encouraged.

Madison sighed. "About a month ago."

"Did you see the guy?" Sam asked.

Madison shook her head. "No. He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he bite you?" Sam asked.

Madison furrowed her brow. "How did you know that?"

"Where?" Sam asked.

"On— On the back of my neck," Madison said.

Sam held his gun out to show her he was setting it down. After he did, he walked behind her and pulled her hair back. Dean and I walked around to the side. Sam had revealed a scarred bite on the back of her neck.

"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?" Dean asked.

"Walking home from a friend's loft," Madison said.

"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam asked.

She nodded.

Sam and Dean gave each other a look, and then we walked back into the other room.

"The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight."

"It's the right time of the lunar cycle." Sam sighed. "Look, I know it's a long shot."

"Hey, you're forgetting something. Madison's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "I'll stay with her."

"And if she busts loose?" Dean asked.

Sam didn't respond.

"Sam?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "I'll do it."

Dean shook his head. "Sam."

"I'll shoot her, all right? But Dean, I need you to go out there. At least go look for the thing." Sam furrowed his brow. "Dean, please. We can save this girl."

After a long pause, Dean finally nodded. "Fine."

Sam nodded, and then Dean and I left for Hunter's Point.

Dean and I stopped near an alley and just waited for any sign of a werewolf when we heard a woman screaming.

Dean turned to me. "Stay here, I'll be... ya know what? Screw it, let's go."

We nodded at each other and then quickly ran in the direction of the screams. As we got closer, we could see a man, pinning a woman down in the middle of an alley.

Dean pulled out his gun. "Hey!"

The man looked up with golden eyes and sharp teeth, and then Dean shot him three times in the chest. The werewolf fell off of the woman to her side, and then she quickly stood up and ran away.

"Hey, don't mention it!" Dean yelled to her.

We ran over to the werewolf, who was now coughing and choking on blood.

"It happened... again." The werewolf choked, as his sharp features slowly changed back to human. "Where am I? H— Help me. Oh, god. Oh my god." He coughed.

Dean crouched down. "All right, easy, Glen. Just take it easy." Then the man's eyes glazed over, and he was gone.

"You knew him?" I asked.

Dean stood up. "Yeah, he was Madison's neighbor." He nodded and pointed to a payphone. "Go call the cops."

I nodded and then ran over to the payphone, picking it up and dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1," they answered, "What is your emergency."

"A man has been shot in an alley, off of Hunter's Point," I said quickly.

"Okay, Miss. Just stay on the—" I hung up and ran over to Dean.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, and then we ran back to the Impala.

When we made it back to Madison's apartment building, the sun had come up. Dean called Sam to let him know we were back, and he came down to join us a few minutes later, with three small scratches on his cheek.

"It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Something like that."

"So?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "So, what?"

"Speaking of Madison..." Dean trailed off.

"Oh, whatever." Sam scoffed.

"Don't 'whatever' me, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh..." Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam shook his head. "Dean, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic."

"You saved her life," Dean said.

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that," Sam said.

Madison suddenly appeared in Sam's window. "Ya know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?"

"Honestly?" Dean asked. "Uh, we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we gotta be a hundred percent, so... ya know, we're... lurking."

"I know this sounds crazy," Sam said.

"Sure does. Well, if we're gonna wait it out... we might as well do it together." Madison nodded up to her apartment.

After Madison let us into her apartment, she turned and stopped in front of us. "You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did... it was to help me."

"Yeah," Sam said softly.

Madison shook her head. "I did all of those horrible things... when I turned."

"You didn't know," Sam said.

Madison sighed. "So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"

Sam shook his head. "No, I don't think so. You turned in the middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hang in until sun-up."

Madison nodded. "Okay, well..." She looked down at me. "We didn't meet on the best of terms earlier. How do you know these guys?"

"Brothers," I said.

She smiled and held out her hand. "You probably already know, but I'm Madison."

I cleared my throat and shook her hand. "Maddison."

Madison nodded and smiled. "What's your name?"

"Oh, no. That is my name. I'm Maddison too," I said, releasing her hand.

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Small world."

"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" Dean asked.

After a few hours of poker, Sam and Madison sat on a couch and started talking. Dean and I sat on another couch further back in the room behind them. I curled up next to him, using his leg as a pillow.

As the moon started to rise, Dean pulled out his gun and placed it on the end table next to him. Sam and Madison turned to look at him, concern in their eyes.

"Oh, no, you guys talk," Dean said.

Then I dozed off, only to be woken up a few hours later, by the sunrise. We all stood up and walked over to the window.

"Does— Does this mean it worked?" Madison asked, a huge smile on her face.

Sam sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I think so."

Madison sighed in relief. "Oh, god, thank you. Thank you so much." She hugged Sam.

Dean cleared his throat, causing them to split apart.

Madison laughed. "You too, Dean. And Maddison. Thank you."

"Ah, don't mention it," Dean smirked.

There was an awkward pause, and we all stared at each other.

Dean put his hand on my shoulder. "So, we're just gonna head back to the motel and... watch some Pay-Per-View or something."

Sam and Madison nodded, and then Dean led me out of the apartment and to the Impala.

Dean pulled up in front of a diner in town, and we got out. After ordering, our burgers came a few minutes later.

"So, have you thought more about your mom's call?" Dean asked as he took a bite of burger.

"You mean Renee? No." I shrugged.

"First name basis now?" Dean nodded. "All right."

"Well, she's never really been, my mom. At least not what I think one should be," I said.

"We don't know the whole story," Dean said.

"Really? You and I both know how you feel about her," I said.

Dean furrowed his brow. "What?"

"The day we called her. You weren't very quiet afterward," I said.

Dean shook his head. "Oh, no. That's not how this is gonna be. Don't change your opinion, just 'cause I have a big mouth."

"Dean, I mean, how many chances can I give her?" I asked.

"Okay, well..." Dean cleared his throat. "I would give anything to see my mom again. Maybe just give her one last chance and meet her. If it doesn't work out, you'll always have me and Sammy."

"You know that even if meeting her goes well, and I actually end up liking her. I won't leave you and Sammy for her, right?" I asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

I stared at him. "I'm just saying because Meg said—"

"Meg's a liar," Dean interrupted.

"Okay, all right. Well, if I do meet her. I'm not going into it with open arms," I said.

Dean nodded. "I'm not saying you should."

"Okay," I said.

"Just don't make yourself not enjoy your time with her because you think you hate her," Dean said.

"What? I wouldn't do that," I said.

Dean smirked. "Come on. You're like me. If you already have a thought in your mind, it's hard for you to accept something else."

"Whatever. I'll go into it with an open mind." I shrugged. "Guarded, but open."

Dean smirked. "All right, as long as you try."

"Okay, how 'bout. The next time we swing into California. We'll stop by," I said.

Dean furrowed his brow. "We haven't been there since we picked up Sam."

I nodded. "Exactly."

Back at the motel, we watched Dr. Sexy M.D. until it got dark.

"Do you think Sam is coming back?" I asked.

Dean smirked and shook his head. "Probably not."

I frowned in disgust, and then we got ready and went to bed.

Early the next morning, as we were packing up to leave, someone pounded on our door.

Dean looked over at me and furrowed his brow and then answered the door, to reveal Sam standing there, out of breath.

"She— She turned." He breathed.

"What?" Dean asked, shocked.

Sam shook his head sadly. "I couldn't grab her in time."

"We'll find her, Sammy," Dean said.

We grabbed our coats and walked out to the Impala.

"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it," Sam said.

"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?" Dean asked.

"Dean..." Sam sighed.

"So, what, you put her to bed, and then she wolfed out?" Dean asked. "Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn."

"What the hell does it matter, Dean?" Sam asked. "Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."

"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?" Dean asked.

"Well, then we have to look harder!" Sam yelled. "Until we find something."

Dean shook his head. "Sammy, I don't think we've got a choice here anymore."

"What?" Sam asked exasperated.

Dean sighed. "I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is—"

"Evil?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean!" Sam yelled. "So, me, you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?"

Ring! Ring!

Sam answered his phone, frantically, "Hello?" (...) "Madison, where are you?" (...) "Well, do you see any street signs?" (...) "All right, hold on. We're coming to get you, just stay where you are."

Once we picked up Madison at a phone booth, she was only wearing Sam's button-up from the day before. So, we quickly drove her back to her apartment.

She and Sam sat in chairs across from each other, while Dean and I stood next to them. Dean had his gun placed on the kitchen table, just in case.

"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?" Madison asked.

Dean shook his head. "There's no way to know yet."

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Madison asked teary-eyed.

"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere," Sam said.

"That's not entirely true." Dean sighed. "Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure."

Madison looked at Sam. "Is— Is he right?"

Sam's eyes filled with tears, and he got up and turned away.

"Well, we could lock you up at night, but... you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." Dean sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I am."

Madison exhaled sharply, tears streaming down her face. "So, I guess that's all there is to it, then."

Sam turned back quickly. "Stop it. Don't talk like that."

"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you." Madison stood up, picked up the gun, and walked over to Sam.

"Put that down," Sam said, fighting back the tears.

Madison shook her head. "I can't do it myself. I need you to help me."

"Madison, no," Sam said.

"Sam... I'm a monster." She choked.

Sam shook his head. "You don't have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."

Madison started crying harder. "You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."

"I can't," Sam said through tears.

"I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me." Madison cried.

Sam shook his head, and Dean walked over to them, carefully taking the gun from Madison's hands. Sam quickly walked off into another room. I followed Dean into the other room after Sam, who was pacing and choking back tears.

"Sam..." Dean said softly, "I'm sorry."

Sam looked up, with tears in his eyes. "No, you're right. She's right."

"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it," Dean said.

"She asked me to," Sam said.

Dean shook his head. "You don't have to."

Tears streamed down Sam's cheeks. "Yes, I do. Please." He held his hand out for the gun, and Dean handed it to him, cautiously. "Just wait here."

I looked up at Dean as Sam left the room, a single tear managed to escape his eyes. As a gunshot went off, a few escaped mine too.