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It's official boys and girls, I'm back. Inspired by the movie Cry Wolf, which belongs to Rogue Pictures. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW.

When two hours had passed and Sam hadn't returned from the caves, Dean headed in the direction he had come from.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" one of the guys---Brad Peters---queried, grabbing his arm.

"I'm gonna go check on my brother," Dean retorted.

"Don't bug him, okay?" Brad said.

"Look, Sammy is my responsibility. He's always been my responsibility," Dean snapped, jerking out of the man's grip. Then, he continued on his way.

"He shouldn't bother Sam," Brad disapproved.

"It's been two hours and Sam needs to talk to someone," Becky disagreed.

"Dean's the best one to do it," Zack added. Inside the cave, Sam had fallen asleep beside Dodger. The bullet in her shoulder had long since been removed. Now, they were all just waiting for her to wake up. Hearing the footsteps, he jerked awake and jumped into a defensive stance.

"Whoa. Easy, Tiger," a voice joked.

"Dean, you scared me," Sam sighed.

"We need to talk, Sammy," Dean stated. Sam shook his head.

"No," he stated.

"Non-negotionable, Sammy. Spill," Dean ordered in a voice that was very much like their father's.

"You're not Dad. Stop trying to be," Sam snapped.

"I'm not trying to be. I just know that we need to talk," Dean replied. "Sam...you've been so tense since we've got here. You need to tell me what's going on," he continued.

"I don't have to do anything," Sam snapped. Man, why couldn't Dean just leave him alone? He didn't need this. He was still feeling so overwhelmed with everything that was happening. Dodger was still so touch and go. And his varying emotions were so high that he had almost wolfed out a couple of times.

"Sam, you dragged me back here without any information, and I'd like to know what the heck is goin' on," Dean said furiously. Why couldn't Sammy just be straight with him? Why was he being so stubborn?

"I can't, Dean. I just can't," Sam told him.

"Tough. 'Cause I ain't leavin' this until you do," Dean responded, folding his arms. Sam was unable to stop the growl that escaped.

"Did you just growl at me?" Dean wondered. Okay, yeah, he growled in frustration himself, but Sam's growl...it was almost inhuman. Sam's breathing became labored.

"Dean, I---" he trailed off.

"You what?" his older brother asked.

"I---I can't," came the younger's man response.

"Sammy," Dean said forcefully. He watched as Sam hung his head.

"I---I---dang it, Dean! I can't tell you!" he cried emotionally. Dean's Adam's apple wobbled. What did he mean? What could possibly be so bad that his baby brother couldn't even tell him? Before he could ask this question, there came a moan.

"Dodger?" Sam asked in relief, turning around.

"Sammy? Is that really you?" Dodger queried, openeing her eyes.

"Yeah, it's me, Dodge," Sam responded. He removed the blankets to gaze at the girl's shoulder to that her wound had completely healed. He sighed in relief. Thank goodness for werewolf healing. No wound meant that the silver was finally out of her system. The girl began to sit up.

"Whoa, whoa. Easy," Sam cautioned, helping her.

"Hey, I'm a big girl," Dodger complained.

"Yeah, and you were just shot," Sam pointed out.

"Sammy, you need some help?" Dean queried.

"No, I've got her," Sam answered. Carefully, he helped Dodger up.

"You all right?" he asked softly.

"I'm better now," she assured him.

"Good," he said. Just then, they heard a commotion.

"Oh, no," Dodger said in fear. The sound of a cocking gun reached their ears. Together, the trio raced out of the cave. Then, they skidded when they saw the group of men pointing various firearms at them.