WinchesterWolf Chapter 3, a supernatural fanfic

-1"Well what was I supposed to do? Let the one who was hurt, and the one the wolf was after go off with a girl who can't even walk? Yeah, putting the two cripples together, that would have been a genius plan." Rylie sighed again, shifting once more, Sam was slipping, but she managed to regain her grip on him. "Not my fault he's slo---wait a minute, you do realize you are yelling at a girl for not being able to protect your brother? You really aren't one to talk, cause I haven't seen you do anything as of yet to protect him." Rylie saw the road and their car, her mouth dropping open as she started at the vehicle, suddenly forgetting about the little thing that was Sam. "Damn, that is a sweet car..." Trailing off she shook out of her trance. "Sorry."

"Hey, I'm not the one claiming to be the expert on these things, Ms. I've-killed-more-of-these-than-I-can-count." Sam was old enough to start watching his own back. "And besides, if he was good enough to fight with you then he was good enough to escort one person away from the werewolf." He looked at his car. Yeah, it was sweet but he wasn't about to take an ego-trip on it while his brother was in trouble.

Rylie eyed him for a few moments as they stepped out onto the road. "I am done fighting with you for now. Where is the antidote?" She asked as she carefully set his legs down on the pavement beside the car. And pulled open the driver's door, obviously intending to get it. Stopping with one hand hanging over the door she looked at Dean expectantly. "Earth to Dean, look, I know he is your brother, but we can't save him unless you snap out of it. Now tell me, where is the antidote?" She had just finished her sentance when another howl errupted from the woods. Shifing from one foot too the next she looked worriedly down at Sam who was still unconcious. "You do know where it is, right?"

Damn did she talk fast. "Of course I have it. Now clear out so we can sit Sam there. It's in the trunk. But we gotta-" Dean's sentence hung stale in the air as he caught sight of the back seat. The girl... where? "-there was a girl there. She came on to the road..." Dean frantically looked around while still trying to hold Sam up, "where'd she...?"

The howls around the car had gotten louder. To Sam there more like that thing calling him to go to it. He came to slightly just to let out a groan and open his eyes little. His normal hazel green ones switching to feral like yellow before going back to there natural color. His grip that he had Dean became tighter as another wave of pain went over his body. Not because of the bite he had suffered. More like the wolf virus working its way into him faster then he thought. Fighting it off just caused more pain for himself then good.

Rylie moved immediatly staring at Sam with wide eyes as she took another step towards the back of the car. Raising a brow slightly and looking at Dean confused. "There is no girl there..." Rylie stared at him like he was a space case for a few moments before looking back at Sam. "Oh god. Keys?" Rolling her eyes and not waiting for him, not that he had the chance, she fished into his pocket and pulled out the keys, hurrying around to the back of the car and popping open the trunk. "Which one is it!" She was growing nervous at the insitancy of the howls, who wouldn't?

" There isn't one.." a girl said stepping out of the forest her clothes torn and cut up. " The boy has 24 hours before he either dies from changing or well you know the rest.." the perky redhead said before looking at Dean. " Pity i was going for you. But i guess hmm your brother should do for now. If he doesn't change...i could always go for the older types " she said with smirk on her face. " And don't worry about Sam well you should..cause as long as he fights the worse it is going to get for him. And when he either dies or changes..i'll be there " she said with a wink letting her eyes glow yellow for a sec. " Catch you later mortals. Oh and don't worry about the girl you left in the car...she is being well taken care of " she said with small laugh before walking back into the darkness.

Dean watched the girl walk off, there wasn't much he could do now what with Sam the way he was. His twitch of pain had just caused Dean to hold tighter, as if that would help somehow. "It's the one in the case on the side of the trunk. It's blue and labelled. It won't cure him but it'll buy us some time for sure." Dad had made it after Hansen, a little something laced wtih silver, something to keep the wolf growing inside Sam to slow the process a bit. They had to kill that girl. Wait, how'd she get into his trunk? "Who are you?" Dean demanded as he watched the chick start to look around his trunk.

Rylie glared daggers at the girl as she walked, her knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the trunk. Mumbling under her breath. "Yeah, we'll see if you make it 24 hours." Shaking her head slightly she looked back in the trunk, pawing through the many hunting items. "God, could you have more stuff?" Looking up as she finally found the case he was talking about, pulling it out of the trunk she returned to Dean's side, looking down at Sam. "Well, pretty sure I am helping save your brother's ass right now. In other words, I'm Rylie, that is really all you need to know. Now who is giving this to him, cause I really don't want to have to hit him."

Hit him? What? Dean slowly let Sammy to the ground, propping him up against the side of the car. He took the meds from Rylie. "I'll do it, then." He filled the needle and made sure to get any air bubbles out. Then he stuck it in Sam's bicep, slowly delivering every last drop of it into his system. Any extra time was more than welcome, and hopefully they'd find dad soon because Dean couldn't remember all of the recipe, should they need more.

He let out a loud groan feeling the needle pierce his skin. His hand quickly reached forward grabbing ahold of Dean's hand. His reflexes now some what faster. Soon his hand relased and dropped to the ground darkness entering the young Winchesters head. Making his head slightly rolling off to the side as he passed out.

Rylie stood, watching the two, her eyes raising in suprise as Sam passed out again. "Wow, I think I like him better this way, unconcious." Shaking her head she got back to her feet and pulled out a cellphone. "I have to make a call." Rolling her eyes as she dialed her phone, stepping away from Dean and the unconcious Sam for some privacy. "Hey. It's me. No, well, I found them. Yeah, of course. Um. Well, he's not doing so well, no, werewolf bite, we got it. No we'll be fine. Yeah, he's fine too, he's got it under control. Alright. Okay." She hung up the phone quickly and slid it back into her pocket. "Alright, Action Jackson, what do we do now?" Asking as she stepped back towards Sam and Dean, eyeing Dean slightly.

Dean eyed Rylie skeptically. "We've got to get these two somewhere safe and somewhere we can keep tabs on Sam. Then I'm going back out here and I'm going to kill that werewolf." Dean said as he moved around to the passenger door and opened it. He went back over to Sam, putting his arms under his brother's lifting him up and dragging him into the back seat

Rylie held her hand out, dangling the keys from her finger. "You got a death wish or something? I am coming back out here with you." Rylie looked around them, the keys still in her hand as she pulled open the driver's side door. "Look. Nothing really is going to keep your brother from hooking back up with the Wicked Wolf of Woodsberry, she's got him now, and the only way we can break that is to kill her, which you seem to already know..." She trailed off apparently losing her train of thought before shaking her head. "Now, we can't both watch Sam and hunt, so I say you stay with Sam and I will go find the wolf-bitch."

Dean didn't remember giving this girl the keys to his car. But he didn't really think about that as he grunted, lifting Sam into the backseat. The other girl was still in shot gun and there was no way in hell anyone but him was driving. "That's where you're wrong. He's my brother and you nearly killed him once. I think you've done enough." Besides, he handled Hansen and those other cases without her, why would he need her now?

Rylie stood up straight, slamming the driver's side door shut as she did so, and glared across the top of the car at Dean. "Look, pretty boy, put the damned ego aside, you have no place in this at all. If you don't recall, the two of you got in my way while I was hunting this thing. So either stop bitching or go the hell away." Glaring at him for a few more moments before ducking down to look at Sam in the backseat. "Well, we can take your brother to that hotel that was in town a few miles back, or leave him here to change until I kill that thing." Rylie had already morphed into her stubborn mode, and there was no way this guy was going to tell her what to do.

Dean's fist was balled white at his side. "Give me the keys." They'd drop Sam off, get him secure and then they'd BOTH go and kill this thing. He was about to retort to this Rylie character that it was in fact her that suggested Sam go with her. Whatever. Sam was what mattered. He was family and all he had. "I've got a plan."

"Ah, finally." that was all that came from her mouth as she tossed the keys over the roof of the car at him, pulling open the driver's door and sliding into the backseat careful not to hit Sam as she did so. Looking at the guy on the seat next to her and then tilting foreward to look out the window. "Today would be great, Superman. I've got a bitch to kill." Smiling sweetly as she looked up at Dean once more, pulling the seat infront of her back so he could get in the car. "Wow, a car full of unconscious people. And then of course you and your oh so kind self."

Dean made a face in the review mirror as he started the car. He threw it into gear and make one of the fastest U-turns of his life. He knew the motel she was talking about and headed for that, going at least 15 miles per hour over the speed limit. "How do you want to secure Sam once we get there?" Cause there was no way in hell he was leaving a turning Sam free to wreck havoc on some lame motel.

Rylie dug her fingernails into Dean's seat as he pulled the u-turn, a small smile playing across her face. "Depends, do you want him actually tied or chained down, or just drugged up so much he won't be able to think clearly for a week?" Asking him as she looked up from the seat, turning around to peer out the rear window at the road behind them. "I'd suggest putting him in a tranquilized induced coma, strap him down and even add the chains, just to be safe. Kid seems like he may be a bit a fighter."

Dean kind of sighed and looked in the review mirror at Sam's face. "I just want him..." his grip tightened on the wheel just a bit, "...safe." Chains and rope he had stashed under the back seat and something told him that this girl could do more than tie an over hand knot. Sam was family and there wasn't anyone he'd rather have with him in all this, especially in their mission to find dad.

Rylie turned back around, looking down at Sam once more she nodded with a smile on her face as her eyes slightly glossed over. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Raising her head as she shook off yet another trance to look into his review mirror. "But I am not so sure he will be unless you stop driving like my grandmother." A reassuring smile on her face as she looked back down at Sam. "So tell me this, Superman, why is it just you and your brother hunting the things that go bump in the night, and what in the hell were you two doing in the woods back there?"

"I'm sorry if I don't want to get pulled over with two unconscious bodies in my car." He retorted, stealing another glance at Sam before increasing his speed ever so slightly. "That wolf-chick came out into the road and told us her friends were in trouble so we went to help. It's kind of ... a hobby of ours. What about you? Buffy the Werewolf Hunter?"

Rylie laughed and shook her head. "Do I really look like a Buffy to you? No, hunting werewolves, just a hobby, no big deal. Not like I am trying to save the innocent like you and commando boy here." Shaking her head some she rolled her eyes, hearing her phone ring again for the millionth time in twenty minutes. "Damn that girl is needy." Rolling her eyes she pulled the phone out and clicked it open. "Hello? Wow. Em...calm down and breathe will ya? I'm fine. Yeah, we are on our way back. Yes. We. I am bringing a few..." Rylie trailed off looking at Sam and Dean and the girl. "Friends back with me. Yeah, we are almost there. Give us like...five, well no, he is slow, ten minutes. Right. Bye. Rylie hung up the phone with another eye roll.

Ring ring ring ring. Emily was pacing the floor in room 13, how she got stuck with such a creepy number was beyond her, you think she would be used to it by now, but she wasn't. Throwing her arm down she sighed, leaving yet another message. "Hey Ry, it is me, will you pick up your damned phone? I haven't heard from you since you left to hunt the beast that you think is here. Maybe you are just wrong, and there really is no beast here. Come on, Ry, call me back." Sighing heavily she fell down into one of the two queen size beds that were in the room flipping the phone closed as she stared up at the ceiling. Emily's eyes rolled into the back of her head and flashes and images were seen. ...black car...highway...blood...two boys... the images were over quicker than they started. Gasping loudly as she bolted up, pulling out her phone as she dialed her friend again, sighing happily in relief as she finally answered. "Rylie! Dammit, finally, where in the hell are you? You okay?"

God, she really was starting to get on his nerves. "Who was that?" He asked, glancing in the rear view mirror as he watch Rylie hang up the phone. "You got your slayer network on speed dial? Or was that your actual job? What is it? Pizza delivery? In that case I'll have a small pizza, extra sauce. Oh, and can I have a coke with that? No, make it a beer, it's been a long day. Do you deliver?"

Rylie shook her head a smile on her face. "Well, don't you think you're cute." Rolling her eyes she turned her head to look back out the window. "No, see, that was a message from my Siren club, we have a meeting tonight and they wanted to make sure I could make it." Rylie smiled again and sighed slightly. "Right, I'm sure Sam would want a pizza too, probably meat lovers right about now. " Rylie shifted in the seat to pull her bag into her lap. "If you must know, it was my friend, Emily, she is waiting for us at the hotel. So if you could step on it that would be great. Come on, can't you live a little?"

"I'm going 55!" Dean called back. The speed limit was 40. What was wrong with this girl? Couldn't cut him a break. Damn her. That Siren Club was looking kind of probable at this point, what with the way she'd got Sam off so quickly. "We'll be there in a few minutes so please, keep your pants on." Last thing he needed was a distraction like that in the backseat. Normally he didn't have a type but now... he was sure that this chick was definitely not his type. Too much upkeep.

Rylie glared at Dean's reflection in his review mirror for a moment before leaning foreward and resting her arms on top of the bench seat. Turning her head to look directly at him she forced a fake smile and put on a mocking voice. "Yeah, because you know, since the first moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was take my pants off, and the rest of my clothes too, you are just so damned hot!" Rylie rolled her eyes and coughed. "Give me a break, seriously, could your ego get any bigger? You aren't used to getting shot down are you. Well, here's a first. I don't want to have sex with you Dean Winchester, I'm sorry I'm not an easy whore." Rolling her eyes once more she fell back into her seat, a smile on her face.

Dean pulled into the parking lot and threw the car into park, cutting the ignition. "First off, I know that if Sam were with us that he'd tell you exactly how many times I've been shot down so don't, by any means, think you're special here. Second off, how the hell do you know my last name?" This was starting to border on creepy. Seriously creepy.

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ooooooh how does Rylie know Dean's last name?

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