Once they analyzed the body, Carly and Dean met with the coroner to get the files on all the victims, including the girl who laid upon the table. He was hesitant, but he did as they asked, handing them a stack of manilla folders.
The two thanked him and headed back through the station to the impala out front. Dean handed the folders to Carly, so she could hold onto them as he drove. They headed back to the motel room to multi-task. Carly would look through the files while Dean warded the room. He should've done this the day before, but at that point he was so tired he could barely function.
Dean pulled out the paint Bobby had given them and got to work. The place may have had some warding, but he wasn't going to take any chances. He tried to paint the warding on things it could be washed from, but at one point he had to start drawing on the walls and floor.
While he worked, Carly looked through the four files. All four worked at different places, hung with different people, and did different things. The only thing they shared in common was living in the small town of Grosse Pointe with a population of a little over five thousand.
That was when it came to circumstance, but looks were something they all shared. All four victims were girls aged 20-25, curly brunette hair, green eyes, and almost exactly the same height of 5ft 4in. So, whoever this werewolf or werewolves were they had a type; a quite specific one.
What made it even worse was Carly fit the bill to a T, which made her mumble. "Well, we won't have to worry about finding bait."
"What?" Dean asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing."
Dean nodded before getting back to warding. As he did, Carly found a map of the area in one of the drawers, laying it out across the small table in the corner of the room. She placed her phone on one end and a vase on the other so it would stay as she wrote.
With that, she looked into the folders again to find where the girls were taken from and where they ended up. Their bodies ended up all over the place, but they were all taken from the same park near Grosse Pointe known as Ghesquiere Park in Woods, Michigan. So, if they wanted to find their wolf or wolves that was a good place to start.
"I found something," Carly said.
Dean finished the last ward before walking over to Carly. "And what is that?"
"The girls were all taken from this park." Carly said, pointing to the circle she made. "They ended up all across town, but this is where they were taken from. The only other connection is that the girls look completely identical. Same hair color, eye color, age, and even height."
"So, the werewolf has a type…" Dean muttered.
Carly nodded. "Yes, they most certainly do. So, I think our first move would be to go to that park and see if they make a move. Will be even easier knowing we have bait."
"Bait?" Dean asked with a raised brow. "Who's the bait?"
"Me Dean. The bait is me."
The instant the words came out of Carly's mouth, Dean stiffened like a board. "Not going to happen."
"I fit the victim type perfectly, Dean. We go there and I can walk around to see if the wolf makes an appearance. From what it looks like, it attacks once a week and the werewolf will be taking their fifth victim soon. We'll just have to make that victim me," Carly said.
"Yeah and what if it backfires?" Dean asked.
"Well, we'll both have weapons and I'll hide a tracker on myself. If I get taken, you'll be able to find me and save the day like you always do," Carly explained.
"What if I'm not fast enough?"
Carly raised a brow. "Are you doubting your skills, Dean Winchester?"
"No and I am all for taking this wolf down, I mean I suggested it in the first place, but I thought we would do this together. Using you as bait was not part of the plan. You just went through something horrid because of Sam and that whole mess. I am not going to risk your life to take this killer down. I won't do it," Dean refused.
"Dean, it makes the most sense." Carly insisted. "We will draw the wolf out with me. If things go as planned, the thing won't be able to even leave the park and if it backfires, we'll figure it out...I promise."
"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked.
Carly met Dean's gaze and spoke without hesitation. "Yes."
The two got their silver blades and bullets and headed out. All the victims were taken after dark, which was perfect since the sun was setting when they got into the car. When they arrived, Dean parked a good distance away to keep suspicion off of them. Carly placed a tracker in her clothes that connected to Dean's phone in case things didn't go their way.
Both had a gun filled with silver bullets and a silver dagger along with it. Dean also had coms each could wear so they could speak to one another without tipping the wolf off. He bought them off eBay because he thought they were pretty sweet. He turned them on and tested them both to make sure everything was working.
When everything was set, they made their plan. Carly would go one way and Dean the other. She would act as if she were on a jog and Dean would keep his distance, but close enough to see Carly if something happened. Once everything was planned out, the two began to separate before Dean turned back to grab Carly's hand.
"Be careful, please." Dean said.
"Are you worried about me, Dean?" She asked with a joking smile.
He smiled, looking down at his feet. "Maybe, I am. Is that such a bad thing?"
"No, it looks good on you."
"Sure it does."
They both smiled at one another before they went their separate ways. Carly zipped up her sweatshirt to hide her weapons and put her hair down to avoid detection of the com in her ear. Then she went for a jog around the park, clearing her mind and trying to not think of the fact a werewolf may be ripping her heart out tonight.
Carly ran for quite some time with no sign of the wolf. She continued at a steady pace as she began making her way back toward the impala, but as she did, she slipped in a puddle of water and landed on her back. The wind was knocked from her lungs, but she'd be okay.
As she went to pull herself up, she found a hand reaching down toward her. She thought it may be Dean's but when the figure helped her to her feet it most certainly was not Dean. This man was taller, maybe 6ft 7in, long curly black hair, and very warm hands; this was the wolf they were looking for.
"Thanks," Carly said with a small smile.
The man responded with a gruff whisper. "You're welcome. What is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"
"Well, I'm new to the area and prefer jogging at night so the sun isn't beating down on my back while I run. What about you? What are you doing out here?"
He looked Carly up and now with intrigue. "I like to take nighttime strolls. I enjoy the nocturnal wildlife."
"That sounds really nice," Carly said, motioning to the man's side. "I have to get going, but thanks for the help."
Carly smiled at him once more before moving around him. As she got about a foot away, he grabbed her hand to stop her. She turned around to face him as he sighed.
"Why do you have to go so soon?" he asked, his gaze meeting hers. "We just started talking."
"My friend is waiting for me, but if you want, I can give you my number and we can definitely continue talking another time," Carly suggested.
"I think your friend can wait. Why don't we talk more now?" He demanded, tightening his grip on her wrist only slightly.
Carly's gaze traveled behind the wolf to find Dean beside a tree, gun in hand. She looked from him and back to the wolf, trying to keep a smile on her face.
"I mean yeah I think they can wait. We can totally talk more if you want to. Where do you want to talk?" Carly said.
"How about my vehicle? Its not too far from here and it would give us...privacy."
If Carly were your average girl, she would've been terrified by the look on this wolf's face, but she wasn't. This last year has really strengthened her will and what she was capable of handling. Was she completely fearless? Of course not, but she wasn't a coward either.
So, she glanced over and noticed Dean slowly approaching from within the shadows. To buy him some time she agreed and let the man begin to drag her toward the other end of the park. As they walked, she reached into her belt and pulled out the silver blade. When they reached the parking lot, she was ready.
The two stopped and the wolf dug through his pocket for the keys, removing his gaze from hers. When she had the chance, she grasped the blade tight in her hand and sliced at his wrist, the man's skin sizzling at the touch of silver. His grip loosened and Carly took a few steps back.
The man looked toward her with fury, a smile creeping onto his face. "You're a hunter."
"Yes, a hunter who is prepared to end your heart-eating ass," Carly snapped.
"You alone do not have the strength to stop me, Darling," he said.
A voice came from behind him. "Who said she was alone?"
The wolf turned around to face Dean whose gun was out and ready. He smiled at Dean's puny weapon as he looked up toward the moon, twisting his head to the left and right with the crack of his neck. When he looked back down at Dean, he had fully transformed.
Claws out, teeth sharp, and eyes a bright yellow. They had suspected it from the start, but this confirmed their suspicion. He was a pureblood, meaning he could transform whenever he wanted to. His murderous glare turned on Dean as he stepped forward. Dean pointed his gun directly at the wolf and told him to the stop. He continued moving forward, so Dean shot him in the shoulder.
The wolf stumbled back a step, looking over to his bleeding wsound. He reached up and pulled the crushed silver bullet from his flesh, flinging it into the grass.
He smiled wide. "My turn."
The wolf lunged at Dean, knocking him onto his back with all the air being expelled from his lungs. The two tumbled around in the dirt before the wolf grasped Dean's throat, tearing his gun from his hand. As the gun went flying, Carly made her move.
She ran forward and jumped onto the wolf's back, wrapping her arm around his neck as his attention went from Dean to her. He got to his feet and tried pulling her off, but her grip was solid as he spun her round and round. While spinning, she embedded her dagger in the back of the shoulder Dean had shot, causing him to scream out in pain.
When he did, he used his strength to flip Carly over his shoulder. She flew a few feet before hitting her head upon a rock, knocking her unconscious. Dean saw this and grabbed his gun pointing it toward the monster. Instead of fighting, the wolf ran, disappearing into the shadows. As he did, Dean found a driver's license by his foot, giving the wolf his name.
Dean slid the card into his pocket as he ran to Carly's side. She was bleeding and unconscious, but to Dean's relief she was still breathing. He picked Carly up bridal style and carried her back to the Impala, sliding her into the backseat.
With that, he slammed the door and got into the drivers, going back to the motel as quickly as he could. When they arrived, he got Carly onto one of the beds and went into the bathroom for a washcloth. He wet it in the sink and came back into the room, sitting down beside her. Dean began to clean up her forehead when Carly's eyes fluttered open.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked.
"Like I have a massive headache." Carly muttered, her gaze meeting his. "Did you get him?"
"No, he ran off after throwing you. However, I did get this," Dean said, holding up the license.
"So, we can ID him," Carly muttered.
"Exactly. When you wake up, we can look into this guy and we may just find his address." Dean said.
"We can do it now. Just let me…" Carly began, trying to sit up.
Dean placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. "No, you are resting. We can figure this out when you wake up."
"But letting him roam around for even a second longer puts someone else at risk," Carly whined.
"I know it does and now that he knows we're here he may escalate, but going out there when you are not 100% is asking for tragedy. We will figure it out when you wake up, okay?" Dean said.
Carly sighed with a nod. "Fine, when I wake up."
"Good. Now rest. You're going to need it."