Part Five: A Wolf In Man's Clothing

Robin walked into the study and remembered the time she had spent in here, peacefully reading her books while Lucas would cook for them in the kitchen. They had such a great life together.

The room was still in complete darkness so she pulled aside a curtain from the window in front of the desk and as the moon light filled the room, she saw it.

On the desk was an envelope addressed to her. She immediately picked it up and recognised Lucas' hand-writing instantly. Robin felt herself gasp as she realised what this letter was, it was a goodbye letter; it was the end of them.

But as she started to open the envelope, she heard a loud scream come from the other room. She hurriedly put the letter into her pocket and ran back to the front room. As she drew nearer, she could hear the brothers talking to someone but the third voice was so low and rough, she could barely hear it.

She stopped just outside the door and could hear Dean shouting about backing off while Sam was trying to calm the situation down. But the third voice was just laughing, a continuous snarl that sent a shiver down the girl's spine. It was so cold and harsh that Robin felt the fear rising in her throat and she cautiously peered into the room to see the mysterious stranger. As her eyes fell onto the man, she let out a gasp and all three of them turned to look at her.

"Lucas…is that…you?" Robin stuttered, edging into the room, staring at the man. His appearance had changed so much; his face was all distorted as if she was looking at him through a funhouse mirror.

The beast looked up and saw Lucas' beautiful wife standing in front of him. She was even more glorious than he remembered, her peachy skin screaming to be pierced and her lithe body wanting him to rip it apart. But as he gazed at her, something began to bubble in him, the boy was stirring again.

"Stay back, Robin!" Dean shouted, standing in between them.

This wasn't her husband; this was something else, something he wanted to kill.

"Lucas…" the girl murmured, frozen to the spot.

"You were a fool for coming, little girl," the beast said in its gruff voice, smirking.

"Why don't you just shut the hell up, alright?" Dean snapped, pointing the gun at the beast.

"Dean…don't," Sam said, walking to his brother's side, his eyes never leaving the beast.

"Yeah Dean, don't," the beast said, mimicking Sam's tone.

"I said shut up!" Dean screamed again.

"Ooohh…"

"What have you done with Lucas?" Robin suddenly asked, walking forward but staying close to the brothers.

"I've done nothing. He's right here…I can hear his voice screaming for you, his heart pounding for you. Pathetic," the beast scoffed.

"I want to talk to Lucas," Robin said, searching the beast for any sign of her husband.

"And I want to rip you three to shreds, but 'I want' never got, did it?"

"So just do it then?" Dean shouted, wanting any excuse to beat the crap out of this thing.

"Patience is a virtue," the beast replied, his eyes never leaving Robin's face.

"What are you waiting for?" Sam asked, searching his head for a way out of the situation.

"What do you think?"

"Just answer the damn question," Dean growled, getting more and more agitated by the second.

"Ok, hold your horses…What am I waiting for? What. Am. I. Waiting. For? Hmm…" the beast said gently, clasping his hands together in a mock thinking pose.

"TELL US!" Dean roared, lunging forward, the gun resting on the beast's cheek.

And for a moment, no one said anything; everyone was still, waiting. Until suddenly the beast started to laugh.

"Shoot me," it finally said, pushing itself into the barrel of the gun, "go on. I don't care. If you shoot me now, Lucas is dead. If you don't shoot me, all of you are dead. It's a win-win situation for me, so take your pick."

Dean's heart was pulsing with adrenaline but his mind was blank. He didn't know what to do, inside this beast was a man but inside of that man was a beast and killing one meant killing the other.

"I knew it," the beast said, pushing the gun away from himself.

Robin's head was spinning and she felt like she wanted to faint but she knew she couldn't. She had to stay focused, she had to try and figure a way out for her, Dean, Sam and most importantly Lucas.

"So little Robin, want to try?" the beast said, perilously close to her now.

"Try what?"

The beast smiled and leant in to whisper in her ear, "leave now, Robin, please…"

As the words entered her ear, she could feel Lucas' softness in them. He was still alive.

The beast suddenly jumped away from the girl howling and cursing the boy.

"What's going on?" Robin asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"I think Lucas is fighting back," Sam said, sliding a protective arm around the girl to steady her.

"Fighting what though…?" the girl whispered, staring up at the brother with confusion.

"A wolf…" Dean muttered, as he stood on the other side of Robin.

"Stupid boy!" the beast cried out, tumbling all over the cabin.

And as the internal struggle continued, the trio could do nothing but watch. It was so strange to watch as the man would throw himself across the room and thump himself, but there was nothing they could do. It wasn't their battle.

Eventually, the man collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion, covered in bruises and minor cuts.

The trio waited to see who had won the fight, holding their breaths as they did, hoping, praying for a man to speak.

"The…ch…est...there..is…a…" Lucas finally said, in heavy breaths, pointing to the box at his side.

"Lucas…?" Robin said, running to the man's side.

"Get…the…gun…" the man said again.

Dean quickly leapt forward and found a tranquilizer gun inside.

"Lucas…are you ok?" Robin mumbled, hugging the man tightly in her arms.

Sam could see the love pouring out of her for her husband.

"Quick…ly…not…much…time," Lucas said, already feeling the wolf beginning to surface again.

"What? No, you're not shooting him!" Robin shouted, standing in front of Dean.

"Robin, it's the only way," Dean said softly, pushing the girl away.

"No…" the girl started but Sam held her tight as Dean did what he had to.

"It'll only put him to sleep," Sam whispered in her ear, as she struggled in his arms.

"Ready?" Dean asked, aiming the gun.

Lucas nodded and waited for a release, waited for a moment's peace.

And as the boy closed his eyes, Dean shot him and felt Lucas' drain away and fall unconscious.

Robin brushed back Lucas' hair as he lay in the hospital bed. She had stayed up all night with him, making sure she was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

"Has she slept at all?" Dean asked, as they stood outside the room.

"Don't think so," Sam replied, watching Robin holding her husband's hand with all her strength.

After delivering the boy to the hospital, they had retired to a motel to sleep for a while. They had pushed Robin to come with them but she wouldn't leave. Now that she had found Lucas, she wasn't going to run off, not when he was in the condition he was. He needed her.

"Hey, how's he doing?" Sam asked quietly, as he entered the room.

Robin looked at the two brothers with eyes sore from lack of sleep and red from crying and yet, she felt happier than she'd been for a while.

"He's ok. They said the tranquilizer should be wearing off any minute and they've done some tests to check everything else."

"Is there anything we can do?" Dean asked, watching the sleeping man. He looked so different from the night before. His whole face had softened.

"No…no," Robin replied, putting Lucas' hand up against her cheek, "we're fine."

The brothers looked at each other, unsure of how to proceed. Robin had hired them to find her husband and now they had but they had also found something else. They couldn't leave her with this monster.

"Excuse me," a voice said from behind them.

"Yes?" Robin said, looking over to the man by the door.

"My name is Dr. Frank, I'm the resident psychologist here. I was wondering if I would be able to speak with you, Mrs. O'Neill, in private?"

"Umm…"

"We'll keep an eye on him," Sam added, sensing the girl's reluctance to leave her husband.

"Ok…I'll be right back," Robin said before kissing Lucas on the forehead and leaving with the doctor.

"So…" Dean started, taking a seat next to the bed.

"So…what?" Sam replied, preferring to stand.

"He's a werewolf."

"I know."

"What we going to do about it then?"

"Well…the options are: leave whereby Robin would probably die or stay and Lucas dies," Sam answered solemnly.

"I won't let Robin die," Dean said, leaning back in his chair.

"So we have to kill the beast…" Sam said, staring his brother in the eye.

But before Dean could answer, Lucas started to wake up, shifting uncomfortably in his bed.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked, ready to grab him if the beast appeared.

"I'm...ok…" Lucas said, before coughing roughly, his throat was so dry.

"You want a glass of water?" Dean asked, grabbing the glass and jug from the side. But when he poured, nothing came out, the jug was empty.

"Sam, go," Dean said, passing the jug over.

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes, he hated taking orders but this really wasn't the time to argue.

He quickly walked out and to the nearest water cooler where he filled the jug up with cold water. As he started to go back to the room, he saw a mysterious woman standing in the entrance of it. She was tall with long curly red hair and wearing a medieval dress with long sleeves in emerald green. She seemed transfixed on something in the room, barely moving.

"Excuse me," Sam said loudly, as he tried to walk past the stranger.

The woman moved to the side but turned to face him, her eyes a beautiful amber colour but there was a curious expression on her face as she stared at him.

"Do I know you?" Sam asked, trying hard to break his gaze with the woman but he couldn't, something was stopping him but he didn't know what.

"Hey!" Dean shouted, shattering the spell.

"Yeah?" Sam said, his trance like state broken as he turned to look at his brother.

"What were you doing? Day dreaming?" Dean asked, getting up and taking the jug away from him.

"No, I was…" but Sam's voice trailed away as he realised he was standing by himself.