By the time the Winchesters made it back to the bunker, Terra's temperature had skyrocketed again. Sam carried the flailing girl into one of the spare bedrooms. She was hallucinating badly, screaming that Corbin was here in the room, trying to take her away with him. Sam was beside himself. He ran to the bathroom and wet some towels just as he had in the motel. Both Sam and Dean had to hold her down to keep her from hurting herself. After a half hour of watching her violently thrash around in the bed, Dean spoke up.

"THIS ISN'T WORKING SAMMY!" Dean yelled as he held her legs down on the bed. "WE NEED TO TRY SOMETHING ELSE OR HER BRAIN'S GONNA COOK IN HER SKULL!" Dean lost his grip on her leg and got kicked in the face. He threw his body over her legs while he held his bleeding nose. "NOW SAM!"

"OK, we'll have to try an ice bath!", Sam said, panting. "Can you hold her while I get it ready?" Dean jumped up and crawled over her, straddling her legs. He grabbed her wrists and held them down on the bed. Sam ran back to the bathroom and started the cold water running in the tub. Then he made a beeline for the kitchen to get ice. Sam had bought many bags of ice for injuries and he grabbed a 10# bag and ran back to the bedroom. He glanced at the bed before he went into the bathroom. Dean was bouncing up and down like he was a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE STARING", Dean shouted, struggling to hold the girl down. "HURRY YOUR ASS UP!" Sam darted into the bathroom and dumped the bag of ice into the tub. When he thought it was full enough, he turned off the tap, pulled out some more towels from under the sink, and laid them on the counter before sprinting back to the bed. Dean jumped off the bed and grabbed her kicking feet while Sam lifted her up under the armpits.

"Just be careful!", Sam said. "She's really gonna go crazy when I put her in the water!" Dean just nodded, gripping her ankles tightly. Sam lowered her down into the water quickly and she gasped, her eyes bugging out of her head. When she let out her breath, it came out as a shriek. She kicked and flailed her arms with more strength than Sam and Dean thought possible. "HOLD HER AS TIGHT AS YOU CAN DEAN!", Sam yelled over the girl's screams. She sloshed water everywhere. Sam and Dean were soaked to the bone and shivering as much as she was.

When she had finally started to calm down and become more lucid, Sam stood her up and wrapped a towel around her shoulders. Dean went to his room and brought her back a pair of his drawstring shorts and a t-shirt. Sam lead her back to the bed and helped her dry off. He covered her with a sheet and helped her change under it. By the time he was finished dressing her, she was practically falling asleep sitting up. He helped her lay back down and she was out almost instantly.

Sam and Dean went to their rooms to change and maybe get some sleep. Sam laid in his bed for an hour before he gave up on sleep and decided to go do some research. There wasn't much to go on. But he had noticed strange marks on Terra's thigh when he had her in the ice bath that might be important. They looked like claw marks but they weren't raised, so he didn't think they were scares. He assumed that they must be a birthmark. When he entered it into his search, he came across a very old prophesy about the birth of a girl child into a werewolf pack that would become the mother of the most powerful pack in the world and that her offspring would be unstoppable.

The prophesy said that this girl would gain her power at the moment of her 18th birthday and that the leader of the pack would need to mate with her at that time to bond her to him. Once bonded, the pair would be linked in mind, body, and spirit. That must be why she's so sick. Her body needs to be close to her mate to survive. But, Sam couldn't just give her to that monster. That would be unthinkable. He had to keep digging. There must be another way. A blood curdling scream broke Sam out of his thoughts and he ran down the hall to the room where he'd left Terra. He flung open the door and Terra was not in the bed.

"TERRA?", Sam called out frantically. He heard quiet sobbing and panting and when he walked around the bed, he found her on the floor between the night stand and the wall, curled up in a ball. She was trembling and her eyes were wide with fear. "Terra? Are you OK?" He crouched down and crawled toward her, trying not to frighten her anymore that she already was. "It's alright, Terra". He reached out and touched her knee and she jerked away from him and screamed again.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!", Terra screeched. She turned and faced the wall, clawing at it, trying to get away from him. "NO! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" She started sobbing with her face pressed up against the wall. Sam noticed deep gouges in the wall paper and saw Terra's nails had become long sharp claws. She was panting and crying with her back to him. He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and she turned and threw herself at him, teeth and claws bared.

"TERRA!", Sam yelled as he grabbed her wrists a split second before she could bury her claws in his chest. "STOP!" Terra's face was full of malice and her eyes looked like those of a feral animal. Terra flew forward and snapped at his face. He had to push her up against the wall and hold her there. "TERRA! IT'S ME! IT'S SAM!" Dean came running into the room.

"WHAT THE HELL SAMMY?", Dean bellowed. "WHAT HAPPENED?" He ran over and helped Sam hold her still. She turned and tried to bite Dean and he reacted on instinct by punching her in the jaw, knocking her out. The brothers both sat there on the floor panting. "Now, tell me what's going on Sammy".

"I was in the library, researching an old werewolf prophecy, when I heard her screaming. I ran in here and she's huddled in the corner. When I touched her, she attacked me. I think she was having a nightmare! She was screaming about not being touched again". Dean dropped his head. He was there. He knew full well what Sam was talking about. Sam picked her up and laid her back down on the bed. Sam sat next to her on the bed and sighed.

"So, what's this about a prophesy?", Dean asked. He sat on the floor against the wall across from his brother. "Is it about our little angel over there?" Sam looked back over his shoulder at her face and saw a bruise forming on the side of her jaw. He wished that didn't have to happen, but what could he have done? "Uh...Sammy?" Dean said, breaking Sam out of his thoughts.

"Yeah! Right! Prophesy!", Sam blurted. "You know those marks on her thigh?" Dean nodded at him. "Well, they are the sign of the wolf. A very old story says a girl child with those marks would be born into a pack and she would be the mother of a very powerful and unstoppable line of werewolves that would take over the world. She would gain her power when she turned 18 and the pack leader would have to...um, mate with her at that moment to bond her to him". Sam lowered his head. this was bringing back memories of what that animal had done to her. "I think that's why she keeps running a fever. Her body can't survive without her mate".

"Well, we can't just give her back to him, Sammy!", Dean said.

"I know that Dean!", Sam yelled in frustration. "I just need a little more time to find the answer!" Sam got up off the bed and went to the library to get his laptop and brought it back into Terra's room. He wanted to make sure he was there when she woke up, but didn't want to waste any precious time that he could be working. Dean got up and went to make coffee.

It was gonna be another long night.