The Scent

Its been two weeks since Sam and Dean accompanied me on my hunt. They turned out to be more help then I would have thought. Each brother contributing in ways I never would have imagined to be useful. Dean helped ease things with his smart witty comments that always made me laugh and Sam always got us back on track if things went haywire or if Dean was having a little to much fun. I have to admit the balance of work and play was pretty good between them. They still had their doubts about me, about how I always knew where to go, how I knew so much and why we were in Michigan for so long. These things I couldn't explain to them without revealing that I was a werewolf, I liked them, especially Dean and I didn't want to lose whatever trust I gained from them. And their reaction to that kind of news might be deadly in my case. Sam went off to get us something to eat leaving Dean and I alone in the motel room. Dean was flipping through the channels on the TV lying down in his bed while I was on the bed beside him getting angry.

"Pick a channel!" I shouted

"There's nothing on." he said turning it off.

"Gimme the remote."

"No."

"Give it to me." I said arming myself with a pillow.

"NO" He finished as my pillow landed on his face.

"Hey this isn't no girly sleepover so no pillow fights."

"Aw why not? We're both girls. We can take off our tops and jump up and down on the bed with feathers flying everywhere like in movies."

"I'd love to see you do that."

"I bet you would. Now gimme back my pillow."

"Come and get it."

"Sometimes you act like such a child."

"Yea I know he does" Sam said as he walked into the room.

"Hurry up and eat, we gotta go." I said

"Where now?" Dean asked

"Just hurry up. Oh and I'm driving."

After dinner we went down to some old abandoned part of town where most of the murders happened. There was a fresh kill, I could smell it. The scent of the fresh blood making my stomach growl with hunger. I could feel my teeth begin to turn into fangs, and at that I did not look at the boys.

Keeping silent through out the drive and focusing only on the road ahead of me. Thank god it wasn't a full moon at least. I parked the car next to some empty alley way, knowing full well what we would find in it. When we got out the car I picked up a rather distant scent, it smelt somewhat familiar, but paid no mind to it.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked

Still looking away from them to hide my fangs I replied "Just follow me." They had learned not to nag me about how I knew things when they realized I was always on track with what we were doing. As long as I delivered them results everything would be fine. They followed me into the dark moldy alley, gun at point. Those damn guns always frightened me, filled with those silver bullets. They stopped at the sight of a mutilated body covering their mouth and nose at the awful smell emanating from the corpse, but me on the other hand… I took in that sweet aroma of fresh meat and blood. The animal side of me wanting to dig my fangs into what was left of the victim. I knew it was weird though… having cravings for human flesh, I didn't enjoy wanting it but it became an acquired taste that I picked up when I first got infected with this curse.

I knelt down next to the body wanting it more and more. My eyes focusing on its open wounds, my head cocked to the side and my mouth ajar.

"That's fucking gross." Dean said turning away from the body. I felt some one staring at me but paid no attention to it, I was to transfixed on the sight of the bloody mess in front of me. "Rec." Sam said. I jolted my head up, something I shouldn't have done. Sam stepped back at the sight of my flaming red eyes and sharp rigid fangs. He quickly raised his gun up to my face. At that moment I realized what he saw and quickly changed my face back to normal before Dean could see me. Dean looked over his shoulder at the body and saw Sam's gun held up to my forehead.

"Sam! What are you doing!" Dean said standing still.

"She-" Sam started but quickly fell to his knees grabbing his head in pain, the palm of his hand digging into his temple.

"SAM!" Dean rushed to his brothers side grabbing him like a mother would her sick child. I stepped back from the both of them unaware of what was going on and what would happen to me when Sam gained control of himself. "He's having a vision." Dean said answering my gesture.

Sam was having another vision, images of what was going to happen clouding his mind.

"AHHH!" seemed to be the only word he could release from his mouth. He slammed his hands onto the floor and in an instant it was over. Sam shot a look at me, this time it was different as though he did not need to tell his brother of me, that Dean would find out soon enough. I glared down at him now full aware of what he saw in his vision. That scent… the one from which I smelled when I got out the car, that familiar scent, it was stronger now and more clear to distinguish between other things. I ran up to the two boys and grabbed them by their shirts throwing them to the opposite side of the alley. At that moment four large figures appeared at the entrance of the alley, slowly walking our way. The scent of the fresh carcass attracted not only me but another set of werewolves. They were in full change, there body completely covered in fur. Their fangs in full sight and their claws like small daggers, walking on their hind legs.

I stood in front of the boys as the four werewolves approached us, Dean and Sam had their guns at point ready for whatever was going to happen. "Don't do anything until I say so and when I do, run." I demanded. They nodded their head and two werewolves stopped in front of me, the other two stopped in front of the boys. I knew no matter what that tonight Dean would figure out I was one of them. Giving them the ok Dean and Sam take down the two in front of them and run farther into the alley. The two in front of me give me a look of disgust.

"When are you going to stop fighting us and accept what you have become?"

"Where is Damion?"

"Move out our way. Our dinner is on the run."

"You touch them and I'll kill you myself."

"Lets just see about that." They run pass me at full speed. Chasing after them I realize one of the boys dropped their weapon. I pick it up and run full speed down the alley.

As soon as I reach the dead end I see Dean and Sam cornered by the two creatures. I stop several feet away from them and raise my gun. My eyes changed into that fire burning red as I shot one of the beast down. The other one turns around forgetting about the boys and heavily walks toward me. I pull the trigger again but there are no more bullets. I throw the gun to my side and let out a loud growl of anger. The boys watch in shock as I begin to change from human to beast. My wolf form completely different then one in front of me. He was two times the size of me, my body built more for agility then strength. As soon as I was fully changed the werewolf lunges toward me, I do the same. The huge beast taking me down in mid air biting my neck. "GRROOAARR!" I howled.

Digging my large talons into its chest I throw him off of me. We both lift our self from the floor and circle each other as if we were in a small arena. I wait for him to make the first move and he does. He runs straight at me and at the last moment I dodge him jumping onto his back biting down into the back of his throat ripping a huge chunk of flesh off. He gives out a howl, raises his paws and digs his nails into my back flipping me over his head onto the floor in front of him. I roll out of the way as he tries to jump on me and pin him down.

"WHERE IS DAMION?" he takes another swing at me with his huge paw but misses. Now digging my claws into his chest I repeat the question. "WHERE IS DAMION!" Still he does not answer. I bite down on his open wound and he begins to talk.

"He's in the old Hanion mansion." I release his neck from my mouth. "You will never kill him. Your to weak." He gives a taunting laugh.

"Is that so? Well… at least I can kill you." Lifting my head and opening my large fanged mouth I bring it down upon his laughing snout biting off his nose and jaw.

When I got up and turned to look at the two brothers Dean had his gun pointing straight at me. I had blood all over my snout dripping from my fangs. I took a step closer to them and Dean let down his arms dropping the gun on the floor. That werewolf is right, I cant defeat Damion on my own. I'm to weak. And at that thought I pounced on Dean biting down on his neck. Sam gestured for the gun but was quickly pulled down next to his brother as my fangs pierced his skin.

I never wanted to do this to them… to turn them into werewolves… but it was the only way we would be able to defeat Damion… and for that I was sorry.

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