Sharp Teeth Part 1

Grantsburg, Wisconsin

Sam, dressed in his FBI apparel, carried Grace into the hospital. He walked up to the front desk, pulling out his FBI badge with his free hand.

"Afternoon," he greeted. "I'm looking for a John Doe that was admitted a few days ago. He's a, uh… skinny… Ichabod Crane-looking kind of guy."

The receptionist glanced at Grace, and then looked back at Sam. "Agents are suddenly bringing babies on investigations?"

"Babysitter fell through," Sam replied. "The John Doe?"

"I know just who you mean. Room 113, agent." She replied.

"Alright, thanks." Sam gave her a small smile.

"Sure is a popular fella." She muttered to herself.

~/~\~

Garth was handcuffed to the hospital bed, still unconscious. Dean and Angela stood next to his bed, a syringe in Angela's hand. She was about to put something in Garth's IV, but when she heard the door open, she quickly hid the needle behind her back. Sam walked in with Grace in his arms, freezing when he saw Dean and Angela.

"Saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire," Sam commented after a long moment of silence. "You?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Where you comin' from?"

"New Mexico," Sam answered.

"Well, that's a haul," Angela replied. "How's uh, how's Gracie doing with all the traveling?"

"Uh, good," Sam replied. "She's almost crawling."

Angela's brows raised slightly. "And you didn't think to text or call me to tell me that?"

Sam sighed heavily. "Angie—

"No, I—I get it. You're still upset, so…" she muttered. "Um, Dean and I have this covered, so, if you want to…"

"You spoken to him yet?" Sam questioned.

"No." Dean shook his head. "Assload of painkillers. He's been out since we got here."

Sam frowned when he noticed Garth was handcuffed to the bed. "What's he being charged with?"

"Killing a cow," Angela replied.

"Why?" Sam's brows furrowed in confusion.

"I was about to see if I could find out," Angela sighed. "Lock the door."

Sam moved to lock the door but rushed back when Angela pulled the syringe from behind her back. He immediately handed Grace to Dean.

"Whoa," Sam stopped Angela. "What is that? Adrenaline?"

"Yep," Angela replied.

"Are you trying to jump-start him or kill him?" Sam questioned.

"We want some answers." Dean defended. "He walked out on Kevin. He walked out on us. So, if you got a better idea…"

Sam sighed and then slapped Garth across the face with a loud 'smack.' Garth shot up, screaming.

"Aah! Aah! Aah!" he yelled. "Dean? Sam? Angela? What is this? A hospital?" he looked around, confused. "Wait. Am I in Heaven?"

"Alright, take it easy, Garth," Angela replied. "You're in Wisconsin."

"You were hit by a car," Sam added. "Do you remember anything?"

"I, uh… Vaguely." Garth pulled a hand up to hold his head but was stopped by the handcuffs. "What's with the hardware?"

Sam unlocked the cuffs and removed them.

"You tell us," Dean replied. "And while you're at it, why don't you give us the lowdown on why you went AWOL for the past six months. Only way we tracked you down is that you offed a cow."

Garth's brows furrowed in confusion. "Offed a… what? I—I—I was on a hunt."

"Hunt for what?" Sam questioned.

"I—on, no." Garth's face turned slightly green. "Oh, get back. Oh, God."

In a panic, Garth pulled all the monitors and IV off, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom; shutting the door behind him. The three hunters cringed when they heard gagging and retching.

"Good thing I didn't give him the adrenaline," Angela muttered.

~/~\~

The three hunters sat in the hospital room as Garth continued vomiting. Grace sat on Angela's lap, babbling and playing with her mother's hair.

"Anything on Gadreel?" Dean asked, breaking the deafening silence.

"Actually, uh, yeah." Sam nodded. "Turns out he, uh, he left some grace in me before he bolted."

"You know how wrong that sounds, right?" Dean quirked a brow.

"Wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it." Sam replied.

"Hmm." Dean chuckled.

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Nothing." Dean shook his head. "Angie and I are gone for two weeks, and you're like an episode of 'Teen Mom.'"

Loud vomiting and coughing interrupted the conversation.

"Just breathe, Garth!" Angela replied. "Work it out."

Sam frowned when he noticed a scar on Angela's arm as she adjusted Grace on her lap.

"What happened to your arm?" Sam asked.

"Do you wanna tell him or should I?" Dean muttered.

Angela glanced down at the mark. "Oh. It's a… Gift from Cain."

Sam looked even more confused. "Like… the wrestler?"

"No," Angela chuckled. "Uh, no. The, uh… the old testament guy. He got all biblical on me and gave me his mark."

"What does it even mean? How—how did that happen?" Sam questioned.

"Dean, Crowley and I found him, and he gave me this so that I could eighty-six Abaddon once and for all," Angela explained.

Sam looked between Dean and Angela. "You guys worked a job with Crowley?"

"The devil you know…" Dean sighed.

Suddenly, they realized that there were no sounds coming from the bathroom.

"Garth?" Sam called out.

They rushed into the bathroom and Garth was nowhere to be found. Dean sighed heavily when he noticed that the window was wide open.

"Son of a bitch."

~/~\~

The Winchesters quickly walked out of the hospital, looking for Garth. Sam carried Grace in his arms.

"Why would Garth run from us?" Dean asked.

"Why haven't we heard from him for the last six months?" Sam countered. "Did you guys test him?"

"He was unconscious," Angela replied. "No, w—he steal a car?"

Sam noticed a pair of boxers on the ground. "Did he… steal a car naked?"

Dean nodded to the roof. "Angie and I will see what we can find on those cameras. Why don't you go talk to farmer Brown, see about that call?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

~/~\~

Sam was at the farmer's house, Grace in his arms, clutching her little blanket. The farmer was fixing the broken fence.

"Last week, it was a couple of chickens," the farmer started. "Goat the week before that. So, when I saw that boy tearing out of my barn, hell yeah, I was gonna ask questions later."

"Now, the animals—were they all killed in the same manner?" Sam asked curiously.

"More like sacrificed." The farmer scoffed.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Their organs were ripped clean out."

"Only the organs." Sam raised his brows.

"If this wasn't some kind of devil-worship thing, I don't know what." The farmer muttered.

"Mm." Sam hummed. "Well, thanks."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were walking out of the hospital. Angela held several papers and photos in her hand, when suddenly, her phone started ringing.

"Yeah." She greeted, putting the phone on speaker.

"So, the cow wasn't just killed," Sam replied. "It was eviscerated."

"Well, why was Garth there?" Dean frowned.

"He said he was on a hunt, right? Maybe he was hunting whatever killed it."

"Why would he run?" Angela sighed. "This whole thing's starting to sink. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "What about you guys? Any luck?"

"Uh, nada." Angela lied. "Cameras were pointing in the wrong direction."

"You're kidding," Sam replied, unconvinced.

"Wish I was." She sighed.

"Hmm." Sam hummed. "So…"

"So, Garth's a hunter," Angela replied. "If he wants to stay gone, he's gone."

"We got nothing?" Sam asked skeptically.

"Well, what can I say, Sam? We lost this one." Angela replied.

Dean and Angela walked around an ambulance, running right into Sam, who immediately snatched the photos from Angela with his free hand.

"Wow." Sam scoffed, clearly angry. "Make, model, license plate. Really, Angela?"

"You're the one who wanted space," Angela replied. "I was just trying to make it easier for you."

"Yeah. After we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, I'm gone." Sam replied. "But until then, no more games."

"Fine." Angela nodded, lips pursed tightly. "Ride belongs to a girl named Bess Meyers. She lives in the next town over."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean kicked Bess's door down; guns drawn. Angela stood behind them, carrying Grace. The three hunters frowned when they saw Garth inside.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed. "Hey, guys. I can explain. Everything's cool. Just a simple misunderstanding."

"Who you talking to?" Angela questioned.

"What?" Garth's brows furrowed.

"The girl?" Dean raised his brows.

"What—what girl?" Garth stammered. "What the—

Dean pointedly grabbed a bra from the table and held it up.

"What, now?" Garth muttered.

Dean motioned for Sam and Angela to go right while he went left. The three hunters swiftly cleared the room, finding no one.

"Alright, alright," Garth stopped them. "Guys, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down. You see? Let's all be grown-ups here and have an adult conversation."

Suddenly, a female werewolf leaped from the closet behind Sam and attacked him. Angela shielded Grace protectively while Dean looked for a shot. However, Garth tackled the gun from him.

"No!" he cried.

Garth leaped between Sam and the werewolf as Sam nicked her with a silver knife.

"Sam!" Garth begged. "Sam, please—don't hurt her."

"What are you doing?!" Dean yelled. "She's a werewolf!"

Garth paused for a few moments. "So am I."

~/~\~

Garth and the werewolf sat on the couch as he tended to her arm.

"It's okay, baby," Garth said gently. "Hold it like that."

"What are they doing here, Garth?" she asked quietly.

"They're friends," Garth replied. "I promise."

"They're hunters." She argued.

"Alright," Garth sighed heavily. "We've all gotten off on the wrong foot here. So, let's do this right. Guys… this is Bess… my beloved. And, Bess, that's Dean. Now, he could start a fight in an empty house, but deep down inside, he's just a big ol' Teddy bear. Angela, she's so kind, but you definitely don't wanna get on her bad side," Garth explained. "And Sam here—Sam can be a bit insecure at times, but for good reason. Bless his heart."

"That's sweet," Dean muttered. "Werewolf?"

"Alright, guys, look—about six months ago, I was outside Portland, Maine, hunting this big bad wolf," Garth explained. "I took him down, but… He bit me in the process."

"And you didn't call one of us?" Angela frowned.

"And tell you what? That I messed up?" Garth replied. "No, I—I knew the deal. There's no cure, so I accepted my fate. Ate my favorite dish of egg fu yung, watched the world's greatest movie, 'Rocky III,' and then… was ready to eat a bullet, when Bess here found me."

"And how'd she do that?" Sam questioned.

"Smelled him." Bess smiled softly. "How else?"

"Yeah." Garth smiled softly at Bess. "She talked the gun out of my mouth, and, as they say, the rest is history. We've been married for four months now."

"You're married?" Angela raised her brows in surprise.

"To a werewolf," Dean added.

"Yes." Bess nodded. "And my pack has taken him in as one of our own."

"Guys, it's not what you think," Garth assured. "We don't hurt people."

"No, you just go all Wolverine on cattle." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah." Garth nodded.

"At least he's not eating human hearts." Bess cut in. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for a bitten to control his instincts, like Garth does? How well he's doing?"

"Thank you, baby." Garth smiled.

"Well, it's the truth, honey bunny." Bess smiled back.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Wait. A—a 'bitten'? You're all bitten."

"Not at all," Bess replied. "You're either born into it, like I was, or you're bitten, like Garth."

"Hold on," Angela frowned. "You said you were—you were born a werewolf?"

"Second generation." Bess nodded.

"Garth, can we talk to you for a sec? Alone?" Dean asked firmly.

"Honey, why don't you go find some ointment for that arm?" Garth asked Bess. "Okay?"

Bess just nodded silently and left the room.

"What the hell?" Dean snapped at Garth.

"Look, I know you guys want to shoot first and ask questions later, but I checked everything out," Garth explained. "This pack is clean. Everything's Kosher."

"Right," Sam scoffed lightly. "Uh, minus the part where your wife attacked me."

"Yeah, because you three came busting in here like a house on fire." Garth defended. "Guns waving, the jawlines and the hair—it's very intimidating! What'd you expect? Dean, no one wants any trouble. You got my word on that."

"Oh, no." Dean shook his head. "That ship has sailed. We're gonna need a hell of a lot more than your word."

"Okay. Okay." Garth nodded in understanding. "Tell you what? You want proof? Come pray with us."

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up outside a farmhouse. Dean and Angela got out of the car, and Dean walked back to the trunk while Angela unbuckled Grace from her car seat. Suddenly, Angela's phone started ringing.

"You guys there?" Sam's voice rang through.

"Yeah, just pulled up," Angela replied as she adjusted Grace in her arm. "Nothing too sketchy yet."

"That's a good thing, right?" Sam replied.

"Not betting on it," Angela muttered.

"Or are we just that jaded?" Sam countered. "I mean, maybe Garth's right."

"Well, you're a glass half full. Any luck with the cops?" Angela asked.

"Uh, sheriff should be rolling up any second," Sam answered. "Be careful."

"Yeah. You too." Angela replied before hanging up.

Dean and Angela approached the house and Dean knocked on the front door. An older looking woman answered the door with a friendly smile.

"You must be Dean and Angela. I'm Joy," she introduced. "Garth's mother-in-law. Uh, stepmother-in-law, which I always thought sounded so silly. Please, come in. We're just finishing up."

Dean looked extremely uncomfortable and on edge. "Why don't you just tell Garth we're here?"

"You have my word—you're safe under my roof." Joy promised. "I only ask the same in return. After all… I'm not the one carrying silver."

Dean and Angela slowly entered and walked to the doorway of the living room, both of them still looking uncomfortable. Joy joined the group in the room singing. After a few moments, Garth played on off-key conclusion on the piano, causing Dean to chuckle slightly.

"Uh… Thank you, brother Garth." The group leader smiled. "Wonderful accompaniment, as usual. And I'll see the rest of you in the pews—9:00 a.m., sharp. No stragglers… Sister Amelia."

As the group erupted in laughter, Garth joined Dean and Angela at the doorway.

"Oh. Hi." He greeted. "So, what'd I tell you guys? It's all good, right?"

"Everyone here's a wolf?" Angela asked quietly.

"Yeah." Garth nodded.

"Yeah, not all good," Dean muttered.

"Oh, come on. You just got to meet them." Garth argued. "That's Russ and Joba, Bess's first cousins on sister Joy's side. That's Reverend Jim, Bess's dad—leader of the pack and a good man."

Reverend Jim came over, holding out his hand. "Dean and Angela, right? Welcome. Folks usually call me…"

"Reverend Jim. Yeah, we got it." Dean replied.

Garth chuckled uncomfortably. "Oh. Uh, my bad. Dean and Angela have this crazy fear of germs."

"I understand your apprehension," Reverend Jim told the hunters. "Hunters and our kind don't have the best history together."

Joy came up to stand by her husband. "But I think you'll find we're not much different from you."

"Oh, sister, I highly doubt it." Dean scoffed.

"Why don't we break bread and see?" Reverend Jim offered.

"Why would we do that?" Dean frowned.

Reverend Jim and Joy sighed heavily and left for the dining room. Garth was shocked at Dean's rudeness.

"Dean!" he chastised.

"What?" Dean scoffed.

~/~\~

A short time later, everyone was seated at the dinner table. Angela had Grace in her lap and was bottle-feeding her. Joy served raw animal organs to everybody except Dean and Angela, who got overcooked steaks, corn, and burnt biscuits.

"Now, everybody eat up." Joy chirped. "But make sure you leave room for pie."

"Sister Joy's pies are famous throughout the badger state." Reverend Jim smiled.

"Mm," Garth hummed through a mouthful. "Dean loves pie."

Dean glared at Garth and Angela cleared her throat.

"Um, don't you guys say grace?" she asked curiously.

"We're more spiritual than we are religious," Reverend Jim replied. "We believe, much like the American Indians did, that nature and man are one."

"Yeah, really worked out well for them," Dean muttered.

Garth sent another glare Dean's way, and Dean sighed. He noticed silver bullets hanging around every person's neck.

"So, why are a bunch of werewolves wearing silver bullets around their necks?" Dean questioned.

Garth coughed. "Sorry, Dean, but we don't use the 'W' word around here. We prefer the term 'lycanthrope.'"

"We?" Dean asked pointedly.

"He's entitled to his opinion, Garth." Reverend Jim replied.

"Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible," Bess explained. "This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truly are."

"Doesn't it burn?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"Yeah, it does a bit," Garth shrugged. "But that's kind of the point. It reminds us of our fragility."

"My daughter, Bess, was born a lycanthrope. It was one of the proudest days of my life." Reverend Jim recalled, inhaling deeply. "Which soon turned tragic… When a hunter killed my wife. Believe me, when I tell you, I wanted to make someone pay. Then I looked at Bess, and I realized the road to revenge is a dark and lovely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it—ever."

"Hey, no, we get it." Dean nodded.

"So, I chose to look forward," Reverend Jim continued. "Not backward. And the minute I did that, the powers that be brought this beautiful, compassionate, amazing woman into my life." He smiled at Joy. "And she helped me raise a little baby girl as if Bess were her own."

"I can't take all the credit." Joy chuckled. "Daddy had a hand in it, too. He saw your potential."

"Daddy?" Angela raised a brow.

"My father—bless his soul—was the previous reverend of our church, the third generation in our family to serve." Joy explained.

"So, you're fourth-generation werewolf?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Joy nodded.

~/~\~

"Look, the good Reverend Jim and his family are a little new-agey and hippie-dippy like, but they're clean as a whistle and pillars of our community." The sheriff explained. "Why is the FBI even interested in them?"

"I just go where they send me, sheriff," Sam replied. "Truth be told, I'm more interested in, uh… Murders and 'X-files'-y stuff. Anything of that variety around here?"

The sheriff chuckled. "No, sir. We're just a small town. Not much crime of any to speak of. I'm sorry, agent. I wish I could be more help."

"Ah, that's alright," Sam replied. "But if you do think of something, give me a call."

"Will do." The sheriff nodded.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were in the kitchen, and Dean was looking through the fridge while Angela bounced Grace to sleep. They both turned around to see Russ and Joba behind them.

"Still hungry?" Russ raised his brows.

"Yeah, I was just, uh… seeing if you had any beer." Dean shrugged.

Russ moved in threateningly, pinning Dean and Angela in the corner. Dean moved to stand in front of Angela, keeping his gaze steady.

"The sooner you realize that all is good here, the sooner you can go." Russ glared.

"Don't you two have a chew toy or something to play with?" Dean retorted evenly.

"Hey, guys," Garth said as he walked into the room. "You mind if I grab a second with Dean and Angela, here?"

Russ and Joba glared at the two hunters before leaving.

"Why are you being so hard on everyone?" Garth sighed.

"Garth," Angela started gently. "It's just… hard to believe that all of this is what it looks like."

"Why is it so hard to believe?" Garth frowned deeply.

"Come on, man." Dean groaned. "I know you drank the kool-aid, okay? But come on."

"Look, amigo… I know this all looks nuts, but I found it." Garth replied. "Love and a family? Who cares where that comes from?"

"I do," Dean replied firmly.

"I get it." Garth sighed heavily. "When I first got here, I couldn't let it go, either. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when it didn't, I had to accept the truth."

"Well, I got another truth for you—we were all left in the dark when you went AWOL." Dean snapped angrily. "We didn't know whether you were dead or worse. You should have reached out and sent someone a message."

"And said what? That I was a werewolf?" Garth argued. "I was embarrassed. I thought it best for everyone if I just stayed away. But that doesn't mean that I didn't think about you guys, and Sam… and Kevin."

Angela looked at Garth sadly. "Kevin's gone."

"What?" Garth's face fell.

"Gone for good," Angela whispered.

"What happened?" Garth asked softly.

"When he needed us, we weren't there," Dean replied sorrowfully. "That's what."

~/~\~

Later that night, Dean, Sam, and Angela were outside Reverend Jim's house, leaning against the Impala. Grace was asleep in Sam's arms.

"Okay, they gave you guys lunch, they gave you guys pie," Sam commented. "Why are we still here?"

"Uh, yeah, you're right." Angela nodded. "Garth's good. If you want to hit the road…"

"Look, I'm just saying," Sam sighed. "This wouldn't be the first time we came across a friendly monster. Or a—a family of friendly monsters—whatever this is."

There was an uncomfortable silence between the three hunters when thankfully, Sam's phone rang.

"Agent Perry." He answered, adjusting Grace in his arm. "Sheriff. Really? Okay."

~/~\~

The Impala rolled up to a side of an empty field where the sheriff stood, looking at a gutted deer. The three hunters got out, and Angela gently picked Grace up from her car seat.

"Well, you wanted weird, agent." The sheriff said as the hunters walked up to him. "You tell me what tore up that deer. Nothing that runs in these parts."

Dean, Sam, and Angela walked over to the deer to take a closer look, their backs to the sheriff.

"Fresh blood," Angela commented.

"Yes, it is." The sheriff replied.

He took his hands out of his pockets and the nails grew long as the sheriff turned into a werewolf.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) For some reason, I really struggled to write it, but that may have been the writer's block. Anyway, I want to thank you all for your patience because I know I haven't updated in a while. Also, let me know what you thought of the most recent SPN episode! Personally, I thought it was one of the best episodes of the season. Everyone, especially Jensen, did an amazing job. Thank you for any recent reviews, I love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily