DISCLAIMER

Supernatural and its characters belong to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize. Slight reference to "Cry Wolf". Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm usin' a lot of slight references in here. Later on, I'll be usin' a scene from "Dead Man's Blood" that I think is appropriate for the fic.

Dean hurriedly walked away from the camp site. He had shot the entire group, injuring most of them, but only killing two. He didn't need anyone asking him any questions. As he got into the Impala, he felt his phone vibrate and ring. He jumped slightly, but took out the phone.

"Huh. It's Sammy," he noted. He must've found somethin, he thought to himself. He then pressed the 'talk' button.

"Yeah, go," he said. His brows furrowed in confusion when his brother didn't say anything.

"Sam? Sammy?" he asked. All he heard was voices that he didn't recognize. Concerned, he hung up and then dialed a number.

"Yeah?" he heard a voice asked.

"Dad, I think Sammy's been taken. I got a call from him, but when I picked up, all I heard were these other voices. Now, if they're hunters, I know where their hideout is," he reported.

"Good. Well, your brother was checkin' out houses. Let's drive around and see if we can retrace his steps," John suggested.

"Yes, Sir," Dean responded. He hung up and headed back into town, where he met up with his father, who gave him orders to check one half of the block, while the older man checked out the other half. Dean drove slowly until he noticed one house where a struggle seemed to have occurred. He took out his phone.

"Dad, I think I found the house," he reported.

"I'll be right there," the man promised. Dean hung up and approached the house.

"Hello?" he asked, as he looked inside the open door. There was no answer. "Hey? Is anyone here? I'm looking for my brother!" he called. At this, he heard footsteps and a girl about fourteen came into view.

"You're Sam's brother?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm Dean," he confirmed.

"Dani," she told him. Just then, they heard John's truck.

"What's that?" Dani asked tightly.

"It's our father," Dean assured her. The truck's engine stopped and the man stepped out. Dani could smell the resemblene between these two and Sam, as well as ther concern.

"Why don't you two come on in?" Dani invited.

"Thank you," Dean said. He and his father followed the girl into the house.

"What happened out front?" John wondered.

"Hunters," Dani said softly.

"You a werewolf?" Dean queried.

"Yeah. So?" Dani responded.

"Nothin'. Just glad you're okay," Dean told her.

"Can you tell us what went down?" John asked.

"Sam and I were talking. I told him that Rick was my mate and that he had been killed. I also told him that the hunters had arrived about a week ago," Dani told them. "I said that I could identify them for him and we were going out when they showed up. He tried to protect me, but they just took him," she continued.

"I don't understand Why would they take him?" John wondered.

"Well, he scratched one of them. You know---with his claws," Dani replied.

"Claws?" John repeated.

"Sammy wolfed out?" Dean asked at the same time, momentarily forgetting that his father was beside him and didn't know.

"'Wolfed out'?" John repeated.

"Yeah. You---didn't know?" Dani queried. John said nothing, but the expression on his face spoke volumes.

"Uh-oh," she said quietly.

"Dani, go wait in my car. It's the black Impala," Dean told her. She did as she was told.

"Dean, you want to explain to me what she was talking about?" John asked. Even though he had asked a question, Dean understood that it was an order.

"Dad, Sammy's a werewolf. Apparently, he got attacked his freshman year at Stanford and in order to save his life, he was turned," Dean told his father.

"What? Why didn't you two tell me this?" John demanded.

"He was scared, Dad! He somehow got it into his head that if you know, you'd shoot him right in the heart with a silver bullet, no questions asked," Dean shot back.

"What? That's crazy! He's my son. And I'm assuming he can control the change," John protested.

"Yes, Sir," Dean confirmed, remembering when his brother had brought on the change to protect him from a hunter that had been trying to kill him. Then, "Dad, I'm not the one you need to convince. Sammy needs to be aware that you're okay with him being a werewolf. That you're not gonna just shoot him. And he needs to hear it from you."

"And he will," John promised. "Now, let's go save your brother," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir," Dean agreed. With that, he went to the Impala, got in, and started the engine. Then, he drove off, with his father following close behind.