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Sam arched his back in pain and cried out as his eyes flew open. His head felt like it was tearing itself in half! The youngest Winchester pressed the heels of his hands into his temples in an attempt to dull the pain as he glanced around himself. He saw old buildings, barely able to keep themselves together, and everything around him was dead; the grass, the trees, even the air had a certain… edge to it. Sam pulled himself to his feet as he continued to look around; where was he? How did he get there? He had a feeling that he wouldn't like the answer.

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No one had seen Dean for three days. He locked himself in his room and refused to come out, the werewolf was convinced that Sammy going missing was all his fault. The Avenger's Tower had been a tense place since that night. John Winchester had decided to move in, unannounced and uninvited, with the reason that "he would not let a monster like Dean slip away from him again". The Avengers were at a loss for what to do; Sam was gone, Dean was guilt-ridden, and John was a psychopath.

"Maybe we should call in Fury," Steve sighed from his seat at the table where the team was currently all placed.

"I'm pretty sure Fury wants nothing to do with us after what happened last time," Tony grumbled and crossed his arms, reminiscing on the all out brawl between the director and the werewolf.

"Steve's right," Natasha stated, "If anyone could find Sam, it would be S.H.E.I.L.D."

"Let's do it," A voice from the doorway caught everyone's attention.

None other than Dean stood there. The poor wolf was a wreck; his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, he could barely stand on his own feet, and he was dressed in only a crumpled pair of sweatpants.

"Dean," Bruce stood up quickly and made his was over to the wolf, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Dean waved the doctor off and turned back to Steve, "If you think that Fury can find Sammy then I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get my brother back."

Steve nodded curtly.

"What's going on in here?" A skeptical John pushed his way into the room and eyed everyone coldly.

Everyone glanced from one to the other before Dean stepped forward, "We're going to get Sammy back,"

John's eyes narrowed, "How do I know that you're not the one who took him?"

Suddenly the eldest hunter was slammed against the wall, "If you ever make the accusation that I hurt my own brother again, I can personally guarantee that I will make your life a living hell. I am what I am and I am going to get Sammy back from wherever he's been taken, and I'll do it with or without your help. No matter how hard you wish against it, I am your son, and no matter how hard that I wish against it, you are my dad, and there's nothing we can do about it; so just let it go already!"

And with that the werewolf stormed from the room followed by the Avengers, leaving John alone in the kitchen.

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Dean was sitting directly across from director Fury at the large round table on the helicarrier. Coulson had picked them all up, the wolf and the team, in a jet and had flown them all here no questions asked (in retrospect that's probably because Steve asked for him to come pick them all up). The Avengers were scattered around the table, their eyes watching the glaring contest between Dean and Fury, behind Fury stood Coulson and a woman who Dean had heard was named Agent Hill.

"I need your help," Dean said, it had been the first words anyone had said in ten minutes.

"You need my help?" Fury scoffed and deepened his glare, "That's rich."

"Steve, I can't do this," Dean hissed at the soldier, barely able to bite his tongue and stop all the insults that threatened to spill over at the director.

"Director Fury, please," Steve pleaded, "Sam has gone missing,"

"You say that like it's my problem," Fury crossed his arm heavily across his chest.

Coulson cleared his throat and leaned towards the director, the agent began whispering intently in his ear.

"Alright, fine," Fury let out a long sigh, "I'll help, on one condition." Fury's eye bore into Dean's skull, "I want to know exactly what's going on between you and my team, the truth this time."

All eyes landed on Dean.

"You asked for it," the werewolf grumbled to himself, "First thing you need to know is that I'm not like you, I'm a werewolf."

The room was dead silent, even the agents who had been previously shuffling around the computers stopped and stared. Nick's eyebrow shot up, "Excuse me?"

"It's true, sir," Steve injected.

"So, uh…" Fury glanced around the table, "You're all obviously crazier then I originally thought…"

Dean launched himself from his chair and landed harshly in full wolf form onto the center of the table. He threw back his head and howled. Every agent in the room had their hand on their gun, all watching the wolf with intention. Director Fury was now standing, he had actually jumped from his seat when Dean had landed on the table, he opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words actually came out. Dean looked around the room slowly, taking in every person's reaction from fear to awe to confusion and all around. The werewolf shifted to his half form and sat cross-legged in the center on the table.

"Now that that's over with," Dean smirked, "I'll tell you the rest of my story."

Pain suddenly ripped through Dean's head. The wolf let out a groan and pressed the heel of his hand into his temple.

"Dean?" Bruce asked curiously.

"I'm fine," Dean waved him off. A second wave of pain hit him harder than the first, causing the wolf to fall off of the tab and collapse hard on the floor. The wolf squeezed his eyes shut in pain and suddenly he saw something, and then it was gone just as fast as it had come.

"Dean!" Bruce rushed over to the wolf and helped him slowly to his feet.

"I'm fine," Dean insisted.

"What was that?" Steve looked like a concerned mother.

"I don't know," Dean shook his head to clear his mind.

"Does that happen a lot?" Bruce asked.

Dean shook his head, "Never,"

And suddenly the pain was back, like something was trying to force itself into Dean's brain. The wolf let out a scream of pain and collapsed back to the ground. Images flashed viciously through his head, never staying more than a second, and then they were gone.

"What the hell is going on?" Fury demanded.

"I saw him," Dean pulled himself up with the help of Bruce, "Guys, I saw Sam."

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