A/N: Good news! Finals are over Thursday so I can post these sooner!

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Nothing like viewing a dead mangled body to get their day started. But here they were in the morgue staring at the body of Nate Turner, or what was stitched up of him. He looked more like a Frankenstein experiment than a human being at the moment. Bridget loved that Dean wasn't here for this one though. He left her and Sam to it. It was getting easier to be alone with him, despite their history and taking a break from each other which resulted in her either getting a bed to herself or sharing one with Dean for the past couple months. She had to resist the urge to even bring it up or ask him his thoughts about them when she was alone with him, figuring he'd discuss it when he was ready seeing as how he dodged the subject the two times she did try to bring it up in the past. The last being a week ago after dealing with Molly. She focused back on the body.

"That's a pretty nasty bite," she said, sipping her coffee. This stuff no longer fazed her.

"Mm hmm," the employee said, popping her gum.

"You know what bit him?" Sam asked. "Make our job a little easier?"

"I haven't quite determined that just yet," she said and cast her eyes downward.

That sparked Bridget's curiosity. "Come on, off the record. What do you think?"

"Okay, way off the record," she said.

"Yeah."

She leaned in closer. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the guy was attacked by a wolf. But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, I'm going with pit bull. I like my job."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, I hear you. One more thing though…was his heart missing?"

She frowned. "Yeah, how did you know that? I haven't even finished my report."

"Lucky guess," Bridget mumbled into her coffee. Sam was usually right and she had drawn something that could cause this. It was official. They had a werewolf on their hands.

They got back to the hotel room and Bridget was quick to change out of her pant suit back into her denim skirt and an off the shoulder long sleeve shirt. It was a little chilly to wear her tank tops. She came back out to see the two discussing it as Dean cleaned his guns. "So the lawyer guy the first heartless victim?"

"The first man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions," Bridget answered taking a seat on the bed.

"But no hearts?"

Sam shook his head, "No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

"And the lunar cycle?"

Sam nodded this time, "Mm-hmm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon."

"Which is this week?"

"He's so smart, Jenny," Bridget teased. "Yes that's why the lawyer is dead. It's the start of a bad joke."

"Awesome," Dean smiled.

"Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry, man, but what about "a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight" don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids."

"Great, we're living Twilight. I get dibs on any sparkling vampires though," Bridget said.

"And after we kill it we can go to Disneyland," Sam snorted.

"You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down," he tossed a silver bullet to Sam. "One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what's our next move?"

"We talk to the girl," Sam said.

Bridget rolled her eyes and grabbed a pair of jeans out of her bag, "Next time warn me before I change my clothes that we're playing cops."

"The cops I wanna play you don't need clothes," Dean smirked and ducked as her shoe flew at him from the bathroom.

"Ha! Missed," he shouted towards her with a grin to Sam not seeing the other boot fly through the air til it hit his head.

"Ow! Son of a bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes and went to wait in the car.

The girl, Madison, brushed a long strand of dark hair from her perfect pale face as she sat at the kitchen table. Dean, Bridget and Sam stood around her as she shook her head. "I don't understand. I already gave my statement."

Sam nodded, note pad in hand, "Right, well, we just need to verify a few things."

"This is my neighbor, Glen. Glen, this is Detective…" she trailed off having not got their names.

Dean pointed at himself, "Landis and Detective Dante," he patted Sam on the back then gestured at Bridget leaning on the counter. "Then the lovely Detective Craven."

Bridget fought to roll her eyes. He had to use directors from werewolf movies…she couldn't wait to kill vampires again so she could be Detective Stoker or Carpenter.

Glen stood up from the table, patting Madison on the back, "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it."

"Okay. Thanks for the casserole," she told him squeezing his hand.

"Oh how thoughtful," Dean smiled sarcastically and Bridget elbowed him lightly while making it look like she was brushing the hair from her face.

Madison smiled smally at the detectives, "He's sweet. He came over to check on me. Have a seat."

Bridget took a seat next to Dean and continued, "You must be pretty shaken up. You were Nate Mulligan's assistant, right?"

"For two years, yeah."

"So you knew all about him?" Dean asked.

"Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…he was nice."

"But?" Sam asked feeling her pause.

"Nothing, really. He had a few scotches in him, and he started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type," she said.

Bridget glanced at Dean and saw that twinkle in his eye and the slant in his lips as he stared at Madison. She nodded, "Yup I know the type." She stepped on his foot under the table. "Did he have any enemies?"

"What do you mean?" she frowned. "It looked like an animal attack."

Dean cut in, "No, yeah, we're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him –- a former client, an ex?"

Sam saw her face change. "What?"

Madison tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt—"

Dean interrupted, "Kurt have a last name?"

"Mueller," she said and Dean jotted it down. "After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He's…well, he's kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office."

"What happened?" Sam asked

"Kurt got into it with Nate, threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job."

"When was the last time you saw Kurt?" Bridget asked.

"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up."

"And?" she questioned.

She shook her head, "Nothing. It was like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth…he scares me."

They questioned her a little more and then parted ways, walking back to the Impala, "So what do you think?" Sam asked.

"Stalker ex-boyfriend? He hates the boss. And he was there that night," Dean suggested.

"You think he's our wolf?" Bridget asked.

"It's a theory," Sam shrugged.

"We've had worse," Dean admitted.

"What do you say we pay him a visit?" Bridget said with a smile.

Dean managed to pick the lock on Kurtis's apartment door with no trouble. Apparently security was not an issue for him. She clicked on her mini flashlight and checked the kitchen table for mail while Sam checked the counter and Dean took the fridge.

"Can't seem to find anything here except the address to the shop he works at on his check stub. Anything in the fridge, Dean?"

"Nope, beer and leftovers."

"Check the freezer. Maybe there's a heart behind the Ben and Jerry's," Sam said.

Bridget moved looked up from the table and frowned as she looked out the sliding glass door. She slid it open and shined her light on the wall. Claw marks were etched into the brick and it was definitely not from a dog. "Hey guys. Check this out."

"That wasn't your average pup," Dean stated.

Sam traced the deep marks, "You can say that."

Gunshots rang from the alley directly behind the wall and they ran out through the fence into the alley only stopping when they reached the police officers mutilated body, gun still in hand a terrified look on his face even in death. The wolf was no where in sight. "I'll call 911," Sam said sadly.

"I think Kurtis is our Cujo," Dean nodded.

"We better check on Madison," Sam suggested and they headed to her house as fast as they could to hopefully prevent her death since she was a likely target for Kurtis.

Once there they heard to her door. Glenn stuck his head out from his, having been listening at his door apparently, "What's going on?"

"Police business," Bridget said as Sam knocked on Madison's door.

Madison opened her door a little wide eyed to see them there. "What's going on?"

Bridget glanced at her nosy neighbor, "Maybe we should go inside?"

She let them in and poured them coffee.

"Has Kurtis been here?" Sam asked getting straight to the point.

"Not exactly," she said.

That caused Bridget to frown. "What do you mean?"

"Well, he was outside last night. Just…looking. Just looking at me. Has he done something?"

"We're not sure," Sam said.

"It's probably nothing, but…we just don't wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you, just in case he stops by. Where does he work?" Dean suggested.

"He has a body shop," Madison said.

"I remember the address," Bridget said, sipping her coffee. "Got it when we investigated his place."

Madison's phone rang and she sighed. "It's my job. They've been crazy since my boss died. I need to take this." She excused herself to the living room and Bridget wasn't surprised that it didn't take Dean and Sam long to fight over who was going to stay with Madison.

"You go I'll stay," Sam was first to say, stabbing at Bridget a little. She hid her wince behind taking a drink of her coffee.

"Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick."

"And what am I?" Bridget asked offended.

"You're sexy but I'm around you all the time."

"Oh so you want to get rejected by a new girl," Bridget nodded ignoring his glare.

"Dude you always get to stay behind while I do all the work," Sam pointed out.

"Because I'm older," Dean said.

"No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way."

Bridget rolled her eyes, "Oh here we go." They set their cups down and put their fists out for rock, paper, scissors. She already knew Dean was going to lose. He always did. Sure enough Sam picked rock and Dean picked scissors. Sam smiled smugly. "Always with the scissors, Dean."

"Shut up, two out of three."

They played again with the exact same result. Sam patted Dean on the back as he cursed and Bridget stood up putting her cup in the sink. "You're stuck with me, Dean-o. Maybe you'll learn to pick paper every once in awhile."

"Shut up."

"Let me drive," she suggested.

"No."

"Play you for it," she said holding her fist out.

Dean glanced at a smiling Sam who stood there with his arms folded over his chest. "Fine," they played. Dean picked scissors and Bridget had rock. He cursed handing Bridget the keys as she grinned happily. He pointed at Sam. "Not a freaking word."

He held his hands up in defense, still amused. "Not saying anything."

Bridget drove them straight to the Auto Shop where a man in his early thirties was locking the shop doors preparing to go home since it was after eight.

"Excuse me, sir?" Bridget called out as they walked up to him.

He turned around to face them. "Sorry guys we're closed," he nodded towards the Impala. "Though she is a beauty. What a '67 Impala?"

Dean smiled proudly. "Yes, she is."

"Gorgeous car. She run well?"

"Sure does keep her in top shape with-."

"Much as I know you two would love to talk about the car, we're here about your boss, Kurtis? You see him lately?" she interrupted knowing the two would go on for hours.

The guys blue eyes darkened, "That asshole? Hasn't been in all week and when he is he just sits at the desk brooding over his ex. Always in a bitch mood. Never even works. He has me and the other guys do everything while he takes most of the profit as his own. You guys cops?"

"Yes," Bridget nodded.

He nodded, "Well. He does go to the Joint down on 3rd street. If you're looking for him, I'd say he's there blowing his money."

"Thanks for the tip," Dean said and they started heading back to the car. Bridget typed the Joint into her phone and followed the directions. When she pulled up to her she groaned inwardly. The Joint was a strip club and there was Kurtis walking in right as they parked.

Dreadfully she looked at Dean. He sat there and gave her a large grin like a kid who just got permission to go to the candy store. "Looks like we have to follow the job."

She shook her head, "It figures he's not gay, but why can't we wait for him to come out?"

"Sammy said to keep an eye on him," Dean said already getting out of the car.

Bridget followed having to walk faster to keep up. "Since when do you listen to a damn thing Sam says?"

"Oh, I think Sam is right. We should keep an eye on the target. Ladies first," he held the door open for her.

She rolled her eyes, "You would pick now to listen."

Bridget sighed after ten minutes and two declines on lap dances despite Dean's pleas and the bruise he'd have on his bicep from where she punched him for suggesting it the third time around. There was no better time to check in on Sam and make sure things were going smoothly plus give him the update even though the girl on stage was dancing to "Hot for Teacher". She clicked on Sam's name in her phone and inspected her nails while it rang as Dean inspected the breasts on a pole dancer in front of them. Sam answered on the third ring. "Let me guess," she said. "You're sitting on the couch like a geek trying to come up with mindless conversation."

The pause told her she was right. "Did you find Kurt?" he changed subjects.

She glanced across the walkway to Kurtis who was transfixed by a busty girl probably named Candy or Diamond. "Yup, got him in my sight."

"Dean with you?"

She pursued her lips and looked to her left. Dean was grinning up at a blonde girl with big boobs covered by a blue bikini top two sizes too small. "Yeah, he's here."

"He's not gambling is he?"

Dean put a five in her thong strap. "Let's just say he's losing money," she told him.

"Be careful, keep an eye on him."

"Oh we will," she chuckled dryly.

Sadly for Dean, Kurtis left after a couple hours and she was sure three hundred dollars lighter in his wallet. She all but pulled him from the club and drove to Kurtis's place, parking just outside. She turned to Dean. "Shall we get ready?"

"Let's," he nodded getting out of the door. She tossed him the keys and he popped the trunk.

"Which do you want?"

"Just give me the hand gun with some silver and the knife in case he gets too close," she said and he handed her each. She tucked the knife in her boot and the gun at her back while Dean did the same. They watched the light go on in Kurtis's house and waited. Luckily, the street was completely dead.

"So this has been a fun night?" Dean said. "Me and you. Just like old times."

"Yeah, I'm sure the strip club had nothing to do with it."

"Oh come on, that's just fun. You're prettier than those girls."

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Dean."

"You are. You can fight which is hot and you're intelligent which they aren't. Plus you're real…seriously you're hair color is your own and your boobs are-."

"Dean," she cut him off. "If you mention my boobs again you're going to find out how real I can be when I knock you out."

"And you threaten me," he grinned. "That's so hot."

She was about to threaten him again when they heard glass shatter from Kurtis's and the lights were out. Bridget pulled her gun out, "What the hell…"

Dean went in first, gun out as she followed behind him. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Kurtis lay on the floor, torn apart while Madison was crouched over his body, mouth red with blood and eyes an electric blue.

"Oh my God," Bridget managed, worried about Sam for the first time tonight. He hadn't called and was no where around. Had she hurt him? Or worse?

She ran at Dean knocking him into the wall. Bridget had her knife in hand, scraping it across Madison's inner arm. She growled in pain and shoved Bridget who hit the corner of the table, knocking herself out and worrying no more.

"Bridget? Bridget?" she felt someone shaking her shoulder. "Bridget, wake up? Dammit, please!" she felt a hand caress her cheek as she scrunched her face from the pain. She blinked her eyes open up at Dean. "You okay?" he asked, face etched in worry.

"Besides the massive headache and urge to kill Madison. I'm great."

He helped her to her feet and she saw Kurtis's body still there. They had to get out of there soon. Then she remembered last night. "Sam! We gotta call him," she had her phone in hand and pressed to her ear in seconds as they got to the car.

"If that bitch so much as touched him, I'll kill her slowly," Dean threatened as he started the car.

Sam answered on the fourth ring. "Oh thank God," she exhaled in relief. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he asked confused. "Why wouldn't I be? Are you guys ok? You didn't answer last night."

"We got knocked out, Sam. The wolf is Madison. She killed Kurtis."

"She's asleep. I've been here the whole time," he said.

"Check her arm, Sam. I cut her last night," she instructed and heard him go silent. "Sam?"

"Get here soon," he said and clicked off.

"Well, he's not thrilled because she got one over on him, but now we know," Bridget said.

"And now we take care of it," Dean nodded.

Sam let them in the moment they knocked, expecting them to have been there any minute. They were both pleased to see Madison tied to a chair though she did look frightened and confused but Bridget could see the bandage on her wrist from where she cut her last night.

Dean smirked at her not noticing her fear or not caring. "How you doin'? My head feels great, thanks."

Sam grabbed him by the elbow directing him into another room. "We need to talk." Once they were both in the kitchen he expressed his concern. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

"She's lying ," Dean shrugged it off.

"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

Bridget found it reasonable but Dean looked at him like he was a moron. "Like a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."

"Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? What if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too."

"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" Dean asked exasperated.

"Look, man, I just…I don't know, there was something in her eyes."

That struck Bridget. "It doesn't matter Sam. If she can't control it then she has to go. There's no reversing this. She can't keep killing people. She almost killed me and Dean."

"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening."

"I'd expect you to do it for me," Bridget said swallowing her anger. "She's still a monster, Sam. She's still killing innocent people."

"And yet Sammy feels sorry for her," Dean snorted.

"Maybe I understand her. Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."

Bridget groaned and Dean spoke for both of them, "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Dad's theory –- "lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline".

Bridget pointed out the obvious, "Might have a cure. Meaning "who the hell knows?""

"Its worth a shot."

Dean shook his head, "We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."

A light sprung into Sam's eyes, "No. I don't think so."

He rushed back into the living room and they followed.

"Madison, when were you mugged? Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question." Sam asked her

She shrugged, "About a month ago."

"Did you see the guy?" Bridget asked.

"No he grabbed me from behind," she said. Bridget cringed inwardly. That meant it could be any guy in the area which gave them no room to figure this out and that was if he was still even in the city much less the state.

"Did he bite you?" Sam asked next.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Where?"

"Back of my neck," she said. Sam moved behind her and pished her hair out of the way to reveal the scar.

Dean snorted, "Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?"

"Walking home from a friend's loft."

Bridget sighed, "Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?"

"Yeah."

Sam tapped them both on the shoulder to follow him into the other room, closing the door once again. "The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight," Bridget pointed out.

"It's the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it's a long shot."

Dean pointed out the obvious, "Hey, you're forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet."

"I'll stay with her," Sam said.

Bridget didn't like that idea, "And what if she gets loose on you?"

His eyes got dark, "Then I'll do it."

"Sam," Dean wanted to be sure.

"I'll shoot her, all right? But Dean, Bridge, I need you both to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Please. We can save this girl."

Dean and Bridget exchanged a look and she gave a slight nod. Dean sighed at her approval but agreed. "Fine, we'll go. You better be in one piece in the morning. I don't wanna be cleaning you up off the ground."

They headed for the front door and Bridget paused to look at him. "I'm serious, Sam. If she gets lose you kill her. No second thoughts because she won't have one on killing you. I can't lose you." She turned to leave but Sam hugged her.

"You won't," he said and she handed him a gun, giving him one last look before leaving with Dean.

"This is a real long shot," Dean said as they drove down to the point.

Bridget bit her nail. "I know. But Sam wants us to at least try and what's one last werewolf either way."

"True then we'll be down two of them."

"You could seriously shoot that girl."

"You bet your sweet ass I could," Dean nodded. "Couldn't you?"

She glanced out the window. "You bet I could…but could you do it to Sam…"

"Not the same thing," he argued getting tense she could see.

"It's almost the same thing because he doesn't remember when he's a monster either."

"Sam's not a monster."

"Yes he is. He's killed innocent people."

"Could you do it then, Bridge?"

"You saw me take out Meg."

"But she wasn't Sam."

Bridget bit her lip. "I never admitted this but I'd have killed her in Sam's body…if you didn't notice I was the only one fight back while she was in Sam's body."

"So you're so hell bent on killing these things you'd kill if it was in our body?"

"Meg? Yes. If you were killing innocent people and there was no way to stop you then yes."

She thought he'd be upset but he just pursued his lips and nodded. "Good to know."

Dean parked the car and it didn't take long to find the wolf at all. He already had his victim. A prostitute by the looks of her heels and fishnets down these streets. Dean took aim and shot catching the wolf in the chest as she shouted to get his attention. The hooker ran off without so much as a thank you and they walked over to the wolf. Bridget was only mildly surprised to see it was Glenn coughing up blood on the ground.

"What happened? Where am I? Help me. Oh, God. Oh my God." He coughed up more blood.

Bridget rubbed his head slowly, feeling bad for him. "All right, easy, Glen. Just take it easy."

Soon his eyes glazed over and he went still. Dean called Sam and let him know. Bridget briefly wondered if she'd ever have to call Dean to let him know the dead was done on killing Sam because she knew she would be the one to have to do it.

They sat in the car outside Madison's apartment and Bridget finished her drawing of a man wearing a hockey mask and using a chainsaw. She prayed to whatever God there was that this was not a premonition of what was to come. She could deal with demons and cannibals but chainsaw welding maniacs? That was a bit much.

Dean was recalling the night, "It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?"

Bridget wanted to add an "if" it was Glenn to that but decided against it for now. She had a heavy feeling she couldn't shake that something wasn't right despite him being dead. She shrugged instead, "I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little hot breeding action," Dean guessed.

Sam nodded a bit, "Yeah. Something like that."

"So?" Dean asked.

"So what?" Sam asked.

"Do you think it worked?"

"Well you got the wolf," Sam pointed out.

"No we got a wolf," Bridget finally said.

"How many wolfs do you think there are in this area?"

She put her drawing pad away, "Sam, who's to say Glenn wasn't attacked by the same wolf as Madison around the time? Maybe the wolf that attacked them is long gone. It was a month ago after all."

"It worked," he said sternly and got out of the car.

Dean shook his head, "Let him believe what he wants, Bridge."

She said nothing and got out following them to her door. She opened it before they could knock. "You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?"

"Honestly? We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so…you know, we're lurking," Dean said.

Sam smiled sheepishly, "I know this sounds crazy."

"Sure does. Well, if we're gonna wait it out…we might as well do it together," she let them inside where they all sat on the couch.

"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did –- it was to help me," Madison said.

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"I did all of those horrible things…when I turned."

"In your defense, you didn't know," Bridget said.

Madison looked out the window at the dark sky. "So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"

"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hang in until sun-up," Sam shook his head.

Dean clapped his hands together, "Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?"

Bridget didn't realize she had started dozing off at one point until Dean woke her up. "Why don't you go back to the hotel?"

She was going to argue until she realized she had the sudden urge to draw and had left an empty pad at the hotel since the one in the car was full. If she didn't draw out what was on her mind it would cause a headache after awhile.

"Good idea," she nodded and let Dean give her a ride home, making sure Sam knew what he had to do.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Dean asked.

Bridget shook her head grabbing the room key from him. "No, I'll be fine."

"You sure. I'm a good cuddler," he grinned.

She shut the door and leaned in through the window, "Shut up and get back to Sam. I don't want him alone with a possible wolf he may or may not shoot. Even if he only is down the street."

"Okay call me if you need me for anything and I do mean anything," he wiggled his eyebrows at her, partially serious.

She smiled, "Pervert."

He left and she went in the room, drawing quickly of an abandoned looking house and then a body lying on a bed. The drawing seemed to take only minutes to come out and then she felt exhausted, crawling onto the bed and only managing to get her shoes off.

Bridget woke up to find it was already eleven in the morning. It was the longest she had ever slept in. By the looks of the room someone had come in at some point and she never heard them. She would have thought it was Sam if the bed next to hers wasn't completely messed up. Sam had a habit of fixing the bed while Dean decided it was the house keepers job. That and the TV was on the adult channel. She gave him points for sleeping in the other bed instead of crawling into hers, which only meant Sam was still at Madison's. Ignoring it for now she took a long much needed shower and read a book after getting food. A few hours later she heard the Impala just outside the window.

"Where's Sam?" Bridget asked as Dean entered the room."It's almost two o'clock?"

"He's…uh…" he hadn't thought this far ahead. Had completely forgotten about his brother's ex girlfriend, well technically still his girlfriend that he was on break from. Bridge was too much one of the guys for him to remember the personal connection at times. Shit. "He's going to stay and help Madison."

Bridget nodded, "Yeah, he does have a thing for rescuing damsels in distress, even if they are werewolves."

"She didn't change."

"I'm impressed," she said closing her book. "I'll go over there and see if they need anything. You hungry?"

"Always," he snorted.

"I'll get you food too."

"And I'll shower while you do that."

"Good, try to stay off the skinamax channel too."

"What?" he snorted. "I wasn't on it."

"Really?" Bridget clicked on the TV.

Dean pursued his lips and smiled, "Well...you see…" he went in the bathroom and shut the door finding no lie to get him out of the situation.

With a smile she turned off the TV and knocked on the door. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he said from the other side. Dean leaned heavily against the door hearing her leave and leaned his head against it. He was hoping Sam wouldn't do something stupid, like sleep with Madison. He had to live with both of them and if Sam did this…well it was going to make life hell.

Bridget walked up to Madison's door, having decided to walk the two blocks instead of waste the gas they would need in a couple hours. She was glad they could finally leave today. She was hoping it would make the heavy feeling she was having go away at last. She knocked on the door and waited a moment. No answer. She knocked again and waited another minute. "Sam? Madison?" She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open slowly, stepping inside. She stepped on something and looked down, a collared shirt. She bent down and picked it up. Sam's shirt. She had bought him this one for Christmas, the same shirt he'd been wearing yesterday. Slowly Bridget stepped around and saw the bed. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her boyfriend lying there sound asleep, naked with only a sheet covering him and an equally naked Madison.

Tears filled her eyes and she dropped the shirt to the ground, leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind her as she all but ran down the hall and out the building. She didn't stop until she reached the hotel and nearly knocked down the door to the room, slamming it behind her and leaning her head against the door as her tears overcame her. He slept with her. He slept with Madison. Sam, her Sam. Her boyfriend who had needed a break. She thought it was to clear his head with everything that had happened. But it was her. She was the problem she had to be.

She shook her head, still leaning against the door and cried. It hurt.

"Bridget?" she looked up through her tear filled eyes and saw Dean frowning at her, freshly showered and clothed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Sam…" she managed and shook her head.

He seemed alarmed. "Did something happen? Is he okay?"

"He's fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I went over to see him, take him and Madison to lunch and…and I went in after there was no answer…and I found them, asleep…"

"That's not so -."

"Naked," she added.

"Bad," Dean winced.

Bridget shook her head. "What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? Something I did? Was it me? I mean, I loved Sam…after Will…and now…what did I do?" her voice broke with her tears and Dean moved to her then, putting his arms around her and she sagged against him, burying her face in his shoulder. He held her, moving to the bed to sit down with her while she cried. His brother had screwed up, had broken the one good thing he had going for him and now Dean was left to clean up the mess…and live with them both through this. Live with the brother he loved and the girl he never stopped loving even when his brother had won her over and that was okay, she was happy…but now…he could see the problem that was going to rise from this.

After an hour her crying subsided into hitched breathing every other breath. Dean kept his arm around and her head stayed on his shoulder. He watched the sky outside darken as they sat there together. He tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind that would fix this or even cause a chuckle to break the tension.

"Don't tell him," Bridget's voice broke the silence

"What?" he asked lifting his head off hers.

She tilted her head enough to look at him without moving her cheek from his shoulder. "Don't tell Sam that I know what happened…between him and Madison…don't tell him that I saw them."

"Are you sure?"

"It'll make things worse, Dean, and I'm going to be bitter enough as it is. He'll think it's from the break we're taking and that's fine."

Dean nodded. "Okay, Bridge…take it you're going to be my bed buddy more often?"

"I take it you'll be sleeping on the couch or sharing a bed with your scummy brother."

"Oh come on. I'm a good cuddler. I promise to only fall asleep with my hand on your ass not your boobs."

He felt her smile as she spoke. "I promise to kick your ass if you try either."

Dean was about to make another remark when the door flew open and Sam came bursting in. The two jumped to their feet as they saw his eyes wide in fear as he panted. "She turned."

"What?" Bridget asked not quite sure she heard him right.

"Madison. She's a wolf. I couldn't grab her in time."

"We'll find her, Sammy," Dean said eyeing Bridget.

She nodded her head. Looked like she'd get to take her anger and hurt out on something after all.

They sat in the car trying to figure out somewhere that Madison would be. Bridget said bye to Bobby and hung up her phone. "I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."

"How come she didn't wolf last night?" Dean asked.

"I think she needs to fall asleep to wolf out," Bridget said and swallowed the lump in her throat as she spoke the next part. "She fell asleep with Sam and wolfed."

He got defensive, "What the hell does it matter? Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."

Dean shook his head, "If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?"

"Well, then we have to look harder until we find something," Sam said and Bridget fought the urge to cry at the fact Sam was trying so hard to save her.

"Sammy, I don't think we've got a choice here anymore," Dean said sparing a glance at Bridget that she noticed but decided not to return.

"What?" Sam repeated.

"She's a sweet girl, but part of her is…"

"Evil," Sam filled in, slumping into his seat jaw set tight.

"Yeah," Dean nodded slowly.

"Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean. So, me you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?" Sam said.

"I'd kill you if I had to," Bridget said and met Sam's eyes unwavering as he looked at her in shock wondering if she meant it. His phone rang breaking their staring contest.

He spoke to Madison on the phone and hung up after a moment, "She's home."

"Let's get this over with," Dean said, starting the car.

Bridget kept her eyes on the gun on the table. She couldn't stand to look at Sam or Madison without the mixture of hurt and anger rising in her threatening to explode.

"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night, didn't I?" she said across from her.

"There's no way to know yet," Dean said.

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" she asked.

"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere," Sam said.

Bridget shook her head, tired of his lies and false hope. It made her want to scream. "That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure."

Madison seemed stunned as she looked at Sam, "Is she right?"

Sam turned away, too emotional to answer. Bridget winced and stared at the floor. She felt Dean's hand on her arm as he sat next to her speaking to Madison. "I mean, we could lock you up at night, but…when you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies. I'm sorry. I am."

Tears streamed down Madison's face, "So, I guess that's all there is to it, then."

"Stop it. Don't talk like that," Sam told her. Bridget felt Dean start to rub her arm as she focused on the floor.

"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you," Madison cried. She grabbed the gun and handed it to Sam.

"Put that down," he told her.

"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me."

"Madison, no," Sam shook his head.

"Please…I'm a monster."

"You don't have to be. We can find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."

Bridget closed her eyes at the statement and felt Dean grip her arm tighter, letting her know he was there.

Madison cried harder, "You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."

"I can't," Sam said.

"I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me."

Dean stood up and Bridget opened her eyes as he took the gun from Madison, motioning Sam to follow him to the kitchen. He held his hand out to Bridget who took it only hesitating for a moment but realizing she'd start crying if Dean wasn't near her right now. She stayed near him, trying not to look at Sam or the emotion on his face from having to kill Madison, a girl he didn't even know, not caring for Bridget for a moments thought over any of this.

"Sam…I'm sorry," Dean said.

He shook his head, "No, you're right. She's right."

"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it."

"She asked me to."

"You don't have to," Dean told him.

"Yes, I do," Sam said and took the gun from Dean. "Just…just wait here."

Bridget waited until Sam left the room and grabbed Dean's arm with one hand, sliding her other one into his. She felt him look at her, could feel it as he took in her broken state and knew that she needed some kind of link and comfort to keep from breaking completely. Sam was so broken, so upset about having to kill Madison, a girl he didn't know yet he had no problem breaking her heart over and over again.

Dean rubbed at her arm with his free hand and she jumped slightly hearing the gunshot ring out, a tear sliding down her cheek. She wanted to hate Madison, but the woman hadn't known about her and Sam…that was all Sam's fault…and she hated that she didn't hate him at all. Almost as much as Dean hated the hurt she was in and hated that he couldn't take it away but hoping he could…some day.