Ch.7:
"The werewolf…is my brother."
"What? How?" Sam was dumbfounded. "Wait, I thought the werewolf killed your brother."
"No. My brother…was bitten. He and I hid it for awhile but Dad started to get suspicious. We were going to tell him, but one full moon, my brother escaped. He killed the other werewolf that had bitten him, and he was so mauled, that no one could identify the body. But I knew it wasn't my brother. But he was so happy that he wasn't under Dad's thumb, that I couldn't let Dad know. So, I let my brother go. He was sneaking in to meet me last night. Normally he just shows up at the front door, but I guess he knew you guys were here." Sam just sat there. He could not believe what he was hearing.
"Please, Sam," Jenny was saying. "Don't kill him. I think I found a way to cure him. I just need three drops of his blood while he is in his animal state. Then I mix it with a chemical Dad had and poor it on an open wound of his. It'll cure him."
"Dean, we've got a problem." Sam said as he rushed down the stairs. Dean, having just finished another batch of silver bullets, looked up.
"What?"
"We can't kill this werewolf…" Sam recounted the conversation he had just had with Jenny.
Dean repeated his previous phrase. "What!"
"I know. But we have to try Dean. If we can save him, we should." Dean looked as if he was going to object. But Sam turned on the puppy dog eyes.
"Son of a…I hate your eyes. Fine, I won't kill him as soon as I see him. But I'm taking at least three loaded guns. If things go sour, that's it." Dean turned back to his work. As Sam was ascending the stairs, Dean yelled over his shoulder. "Tell Jenny she's lucky you like her." Sam turned around.
"How did you-"
"Sam, I'm your brother, I just know." Sam shook his head and went back up stairs.
Okay, I'm on spring break right now so I should get at least two more chapters (if not more!) up by the end of the week. Anyway, Please Review! Authors are always grateful for any comments! I know you're out there. My counter tells me so.