A/N: This is a co written fic by IsisRose and JanuarysAlbatross. It was written all in good fun so read and review. Whether you loved or hated it we want to know.

Howl

Chapter 1

The black red striped Camaro smoothly glided over the paved highway, passing by the sign that welcomed all visitors to Holbrooke, Arizona. Riley Manning was busy cleaning the dust off her sunglasses inside the car, having glanced up to take note of the sign.

"So there's been similar 'wolf' attacks here. Some call it bears, but it all sounds just like before in the other places. And apparently, this isn't the first time stuff like this has happened here. By the sounds of what I was reading in that article, it happens every so many years. I figure it means this is a place they return to often."

The dark haired girl lifted her head to look at her younger sister behind the wheel. "We made really good time. How fast were you going?"

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Meanwhile, entering the town on the opposite side, Dean Winchester yawned. "What do you got Sammy? Why'd this place suddenly become a point of interest?" He glanced at the sign. Holbrooke. It sounded strangely familiar.

"Animal deaths, one attack on a couple resulting in one death and one disappearance as well as several eyewitness reports of a large creature." Dean smirked.

"Sounds like our kind of town."

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Quinn Manning looked across to her sister. "Fast enough." She replied with a smirk. "Anyway you're right about the annual thing, it corresponds with other migration patterns I've been observing." She reached over into the glove compartment careful to keep her eyes on the road and produced a small notebook. "From the eye witness accounts I found online." She said handing the notes to her sister. "It should be a relatively small pack."

She finished running a hand though her fiery hair bringing it away from her face as she pulled up to a rundown gas station. Riley frowned down at the notebook in her hands.

"It never fails, bunch of people seen the exact same thing and others just brush them off saying they're 'seeing things'." She made crude air quotes as they each got out of the car felling the relief that came with standing after a long drive.

Riley stretched her arms well over her head, basking in the fact that she was no longer moving. The only problem with the whole traveling across the country and back, over and over, was that the seating never seemed to be quite roomy enough. Moving towards the store she checked her watch.

"Come on. Let's go talk to the locals. Find out their feelings on this. I figure the pack will be on the outskirts..."

From the backseat, Charlie whined to get out, a large paw coming up to bat at the window, dark eyes trying to plead with Quinn, who happened to be closest at the time.

Quinn rolled her eyes opening the door. "Come on you big baby." She joked as the hulking three-year-old rottweiler jumped from the car and gave himself a stretch and a shake before padding off after Quinn. Riley was interrogating a girl at the counter who shrieked at their entrance.

"You can't bring that dog in her." Charlie looked up nonchalantly from the flour sacs he'd been sniffing and sneezed as Quinn regarded the girl from over the rim of her sunglasses.

"I didn't see a sign." She remarked dryly getting a bottle of water from a cooler.

"We-well then put him on a leash or something… if he bites someone and we get sued…" The girl seemed to be more afraid of being bitten herself then any customers.

"Alright, alright, alright…" Quinn grabbed the leash that was dangling from her back pocket and fastened it to his collar. "Happy now… ya… dog… nazi…" She grumbled plunking some change down on the counter for the water and leading Charlie outside.

Riley returned to the car a few moments later with a plastic bag in her hand. Reaching into it she pulled out a bag of skittles to open.

"Well, it sounds right." She informed her sister, climbing back into the passenger seat. She tossed a couple of skittles to Charlie who caught each one in the air, eating happily. "The sounds, the animals dying, and people. Looks like we're right. When's the full moon coming again?" Quinn scratched behind Charlie's ears.

"Thursday."

"Four days." Riley let out a sigh. "There's a motel just up the road."

Quinn pulled out of the gas station and the drive to the motel was silent as Riley and Charlie shared the skittles. The desert sky was on fire with the colors of dusk when they pulled into the motel and Quinn's face was glued to something to her right as she put them in park.

"Check the Impala…" Riley looked questioningly out the driver side window at the black Chevy parked on the other side of the lot and shook her head.

"You and your quirks." She sighed as she climbed out of the car. "Come on you can drool over the car after we check in." Quinn pouted like a child being scolded away from the toy section of a department store as she climbed out. "Watch the car Charlie." Riley called as Quinn shut her door.

The dog laid its head on the back seat as they walked to the check out counter not even bothering to lock the doors; they never did with Charlie around.

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Dean flipped through his collection of fake ids and credit cards, finally picking one out that he didn't recognize the name on. Generally speaking if he could remember the name on the credit card between uses it mean it was time to get rid of it.

"There it is." He stated triumphantly. "I knew there was a fresh on in here."

"Congratulations…" Sam stated dryly folding up the newspaper he had been reading. "It doesn't sound like ghosts, though, Dean. I doubt it's a demon, I'm thinking it's a creature, from the way people have been describing it." Dean opened the door and got out.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll figure this out. Let's just get checked in." He looked up, noticing for the first time the Camero that had pulled into the lot. He walked slowly towards it. "Sam, check this out." He waved his brother over, but Sam merely shook his head, busy gathering up his papers he had scattered during the trip.

As Dean got closer to the car he was about to look inside when Charlie jumped up at the window and started barking viciously at him. Dean yelled jumping back about five feet, hand going automatically to his gun.

And he would have pulled the gun out and shot the animal in broad daylight resulting in him getting arrested and uncomfortable questions arising about is ability to walk and talk when he'd been pronounced dead and buried already; if it hadn't been for the voice that cut through his initial instinct to shoot now and ask questions later.

"What the hell are you doing to my dog?" Dean looked to the irate redhead, hand dropping as she raced around the car and opened the door. "Oh, baby, did the big bad man scare you?"

Dean stared at her in disbelieve. "Did I scare him?" He cleared his throat. "Hello, large, very angry dog just lunged at me?"

"You were too close to the car. He was just protecting it. Weren't you Charlie? You were just protecting the car from the nosy man..." Quinn returned her attention to the dog. Sam chose this time to intervene, walking over slowly.

"My brother was just admiring you're car. He's got this thing where he doesn't stop to think sometimes." Dean shot Sam a look. "Go book the room." Sam said, and Dean sighed.

"Alright..." He walked up the few stairs and into the building. Riley was still at the counter.

"No, you told me it was a lot less than that.." The man behind the counter sighed.

"That's before I realized you had a dog. Dog puts up the price." Riley leaned forward.

"I don't think that's fair. That dog is one hell of a guard dog, and from what I hear, strange things have been occurring round here lately. Way I see it that dog is going to be valuable to have here for the time being. Now, we stick to the original price." The man finally gave in, a look of fear having crossed his face at the mention of 'strange things'.

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Quinn grinned up at the tall man standing in front of her as she scratched Charlie absentmindedly behind the ears. "Sorry bout him," She indicated the rotti who had jumped out of the car and was now sniffing at Sam's feet. "He's a little… possessive."

"Well Dean just don't get animals, though," He leaned into her. "Between you an me, I'd pay money to watch him jump like that again." She laughed. "I didn't quite get to enjoy it the first time." He reached down and scratched Charlie behind the ears after it was obvious he wasn't going to bite. "I'm Sam by the way." He said looking up at her as he squatted to the dogs level.

"Well," She began. "I'm Quinn and this is Charlie."

"Hey Charlie." Sam greeted before getting one back that left a slimy trail up the side of his face.

"If you're done communing with the beast," A gruff voice sounded. "we've got our room." Dean finished waving the key as he stalked passed.

Riley exited as well. She was smirking a little. "Looks like we've got neighbors, Quinn." She indicated to Dean and Sam. "Hey Charlie, you making new friends?" She asked and the dog just sat contently, still staying between the girls and the boys. Sam waved.

"Ah, hi. Sam." He repeated. Riley looked to him.

"Oh, ah, yeah, I'm Riley. Take it you've met my sister?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah. And you've at least seen my brother... Dean." Riley nodded. "Hey, Quinn, you can see their car now. I'll start moving the stuff inside." She would have to be careful that nothing could be seen. She really didn't want to explain what she was doing with so many weapons in her bags.

Quinn like a giddy schoolgirl walked over inspecting the car, Dean who was rummaging in the trunk looked up and gave her a weary glance as she stuck her head in to get a look at the upholstery.

"What are you doing?" She gave him an innocent grin.

"Just taking a look." She replied painfully aware of her earlier words with him.

"Right," He walked over to her and moved her back a foot away from the Impala. "Lets get one thing straight." He looked over his shoulder and pointed to the car. "That is MY baby." He turned to face her again. "No touching."

Sam moved forward. "You need some help with those?" Riley shook her head as she pulled out their bags.

"Nope, I can handle it." Sam raised a brow. "There's not need of you carrying all that." Dean looked over.

"Hey Sam, if you're so keen on lifting things, bring our shit inside." Quinn frowned a little as Charlie moving to stand at her side sniffed at Dean suspiciously.

Charlie growled at him a moment and Dean looked down at the dog. For a split moment as the dog looked him straight in the eye it was like he could tell exactly what the mutt was trying to say with that growl.

'Ya'lways go round with a gun in your pants, slick?'

Dean shook his head and ignored that thought as he lifted his bag out of the trunk. "Come on Sam, it's getting dark." He walked to the door and unlocked it, after he disappeared inside Sam apologized for his brother and retrieving his bag from the trunk followed after him.

Quinn got her bag from the car and called to Charlie who was still standing there looking at the brothers' motel room door. At the sound of her voice calling his name he padded after them.