Just a bit of reference material here. Again I have to thank Ridley for letting me use elements from her story Negative Effect. You don't really need to have read her story to know whats going on but I HIGHLY reccommend it!

Silence. That was the first thing Dean noticed as he started to wake. Second. There was no pain, which seemed odd because he certainly remembered the pain. A lot of it. He moaned and brought his hand up to his eyes, stopping when his hand hit something. The hunter's eye shot open to a familiar sight. The white wolf licked his face.

"Oh crap!" Dean exclaimed, pushing Navarre away. "Didn't I send you on?"

The wolf licked him again. "If I wanted a woman to lick me I'd have scored Kate Beckensale." The hunter said, giving the wolf a cocky grin. "No offense."

Navarre growled as she moved away. Dean sat up, looking around. A bright full moon hung in the sky, mocking him. The wolf walked a few paces away then stopped. She looked back at the hunter as if to say, 'Come on.' He followed her behind a boulder where a familiar Indian sat by a campfire.

"Welcome Mountain Lion."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sit."

"Dude, I'm not a dog."

"No," Geronimo said. "You are too rude to be one. Now sit!"

Dean reluctantly sat. He didn't understand what was going on. Did Caleb shoot him? Was Geronimo here to help him cross over?

"You're not dead."

"Hey! A little privacy."

"There are no secrets here." The Indian smiled.

"Could have fooled me," the hunter complained. "I'm certainly in the dark."

"Still impatient," Geronimo sighed.

"It's my middle name," Dean smiled. "So what are you doing here?"

"I was called to help a friend."

The blond frowned. Than it came to him. "The shaman."

"Yes, he is a distant relative."

"Convenient." Dean smirked.

"It's destiny."

"Come again?" The younger man said, surprised.

"It was his destiny to be there." Geronimo answered.

"You telling me it was my destiny to be bitten?" The Indian nodded. "What the fuck!"

"To complete your transformation."

"Whoa!" Dean shook his head. "You're loosing me."

"Powerful forces are awake in the world," Geronimo warned. "Ones that are searching for your brother and others like him."

"The demon," the hunter whispered.

Geronimo nodded as he stirred the fire. "He is the most powerful, but there are others."

"What others?"

"That is not important right now." He answered. "Just know that Sam's abilities draw things like moths to a flame. You will have to be vigilant in your protection."

"You know I will do anything," Dean declared.

"I know. That's why being bitten by the werecat was necessary."

"So I will change during the full moon," the older Winchester was resigned. "To protect Sam."

"No," Geronimo laughed. "You won't change, but were given powers you can use."

"Enough with the mystic mumbo jumbo," the hunter complained. "Just tell it to me straight."

The Indian threw a log on the fire. The hunter was about to say something when Geronimo pointed behind him. A large mountain lion stepped out of the shadows. Dean jumped up, trying to back away. The lion was faster, knocking him to the ground. The air was forced from his lungs as the large cat pinned him to the ground. The blond gulped in air as the cat's rough tongue swiped his cheek.

"Ah!" Dean cried, pushing the cat away. "What's with the licking?"

"You said women found you irresistible."

"Dude," the hunter said, indignantly. "The two legged kind."

"Now it seems the four legged ones as well."

"So what gives?" Dean asked, waving his hand at the cat. He sat back down at the fire, the cat rested next to Navarre. "She going to be my new pet?"

"She's a spirit." Geronimo explained, patiently. "Only visible in the in between time. You will receive her powers. To protect Sam and help in the hunt."

"I don't need any freaky feline shit to protect Sam."

"You have no choice. To prevent you from becoming a lycanthrope a trade was made."

"Freaky mojo or I grow whiskers and fangs."

"Something like that," Geronimo laughed.

"But why the mountain lion?" Dean asked leaning his elbows on his knees. "I always pictured myself as the wolfish type."

"You are definitely the mountain lion," Geronimo replied, stirring the fire with a thick oak branch. Dean watched the tiny embers shoot up in the air. "Mountain lion is a leader that people follow by choice, not force. Wisdom to lead through love not force."

"You can skip the love part," Dean smirked. The smiled died when he saw the look on Geronimo's face. "Right no secrets here."

"People whose totem is the mountain lion are not often allowed to show vulnerability," the Indian continued. "They gracefully balance intention, strength and responsibility. Others are always safe when mountain lion is in charge."

The hunter listened as a chill ran up his spine. The attributes of the mountain lion were too eerily similar to him.

"Mountain lion doesn't think twice about taking on all the work." Geronimo droned in a level voice. "The last is the most important. When you do everything for others, you train them to depend on you."

Dean swallowed nervously. How could he be so much like the mountain lion totem? He felt edgy. "So what powers will I receive?"

"You are a hunter," the Indian answered. "So is the mountain lion. Her skills will become yours."

"You know you're really lousy at the straight answers," the hunter sighed. "So what? I'll run faster, see in the dark, what?"

"Yes."

Dean was surprised. "Wow, I got one at least." The powers seemed familiar. "So I'm going to be like that dude in the TV show."

"TV?"

"Never mind." Dean did not want to have to explain the television, cable or satellite to the mystic.

"My time here is finished." Geronimo stood.

"Will I see you again?"

"Perhaps," he answered.

Dean stood as the Indian began to walk away. "Wait! How do I get out of here?"

"You'll have to figure that out."

Geronimo turned, disappearing into the shadows. Navarre shook her head, ruffling the fur then followed the mystic. Dean looked at his companion-the mountain lion.

"Don't suppose you know the way out?" The hunter asked. The cat ignored him and licked its paw. "Some help you are."

Dean walked away from the fire, turning his back on the lion. The cat pounced. He began to fall, but he never hit the ground. The darkness swallowed him and he remembered nothing more.