Chapter 9

A few episodes later Dean and I stopped paying attention to the shows in the background as we were locked in a seriously battle of thumb war. His hand was much larger than my own and my tiny thumb struggled to pin his down completely.

"You're a cheater you know that." I said slipping my thumb free from his.

"Only in your terms." He laughed a deep hardy laugh that made my stomach flip.

I pulled his hand closer to me trying to get a better angle for victory. "Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

"You're favorite song?"

"It's a tie." He pinned my thumb again. "Between Ramble On by Zeppelin and Traveling Riverside Blues. And yours?"

I bit my lip trying to concentrate on the question and his thumb. "I have to say my favorite song is a secret to most, but it's by the band HIM and the song is called I Love You (Prelude to Tragedy)."

"Interesting pick."

"What? Were you hoping I was more of an 80's rock girl?" I laughed pinning his thumb down and held tight. "I hate to break it to you but that's all I was raised on. Of course, I have some favorites of the more classic rock bands."

Dean tried harder to pull his hand free, but he was unsuccessful. Fear flashed in his eyes and I laughed at his struggle. "Damn it." He growled.

I released him. "Some hunter. Getting caught by a girl holding only his thumb?" I mocked him, and he glared at me.

His glare turned darker as he moved closer just inches from my lips. "Oh, don't underestimate me girl," He growled. "the only reason you defeated me is because you also have my heart." I gasped inward as my eyes went wide. "Was that fear in your eyes?" He snickered darkly. His hand trailed up my cheek holding me there as my heart thundered in my chest. "You're the most difficult person I've crossed."

"Why?" My voice was barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Because everyone I get close to gets hurt and I can't stay away from you." His breath was hot on mine and my head was spinning. His eyes were such a deep green I could drown in them. He pulled me close against his chest and I could feel his every breath and muscle through my top. I my hand slipped into his own as my other gripped his top. His lips met mine and my world exploded in stars and fire. His scent filled my nose, my tongue laced with his taste and my head swirled as I opened my mouth to him. Dean laid me back gently laying over my body. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as my legs enveloped his narrow waist. He pulled away and I gulped down breaths of air down my dry throat. Dean leaned his forehead on mine as he inwardly fought himself. "I just…I just can't see you get hurt."

I brushed my hand past his rough cheek. "Nothing is going to happen to me. You're here to protect me now and since you've been here nothing has happened. I promise I will be alright." I kissed his warm lips softly.

"But I've failed before."

"You won't again." I pulled him down kissing him once more as he thrusted his waist into me and I moaned against his lips.

He kissed me hungrily as we pulled at one another's clothing trying to get closer. My lips trailed down his neck where I nipped his neck under his chin and he lost all control. Dean pulled us back up sitting on the couch. His hands gracefully ravished my body. The roughness of his fingers left goosebumps in their wake. He pulled my shirt from my body and cupped my breast in his hands. He left love bites down my neck and a heat built in my core. My breath was ragged and my body lit on fire when his hands trailed lower to my waist. His hands gripped my hips hard and he lifted me from the couch with him. My legs wrapped around his waist never breaking the kiss. He effortlessly carried me upstairs and to my bedroom kicking the door closed behind us.

Dean laid me back onto the bed the soft sheets welcoming my warm bare torso. My feet touched the ground holding me up. He tore his top from his body breaking eye contact for a moment as the shirt went over his head fluffing his dark blond hair. He knelt before me between my quivering legs. His hands worked my pants down off my body as his lips kissed across my hips. My back arched against his touch and my hips bucked into him. With a firm but gentle hand he held me down removing the last bit of clothing off my body. I gripped the sheets feeling every part of his body against mine biting back a moan.

Dean's presence vanished for a moment as he removed his clothing tossing it to the side before rejoining me fully erect. He maneuvered me fully on the bed. He held his muscular body above mine holding whatever control he still had.

His eyes met mine unsure and worried. "Are you sure."

I kissed him slowly, romantically, and deeply. I pulled back for a moment too look into his sage green eyes. "Without a doubt." I raked my nails down his ribs and he groaned at my touch. I could feel his hard warm member against my slick folds and my heart ached from beating so fast. "Please Dean. I need you."

He kissed me long and hard as he slid inside of me and I lost all control I had. He moved so gently hitting the perfect spot over and over. The heat in my core built as I clung to him trying to get closer to him to feel every part of his body. He moved in and out slowly building the anticipation as I barreled over the edge screaming his name ripping my nails over the bed sheets.

He swallowed my moans in a kiss pulling my leg up higher up against his shoulder. He didn't stop, and I didn't want him too. Our cries echoed around us as we moved as one. He rolled us over sitting me on top of him taking him fully. His rough hands clung to my hips rocking them just right making him moan for me. I moved against him feeling him tense up. I bit down on his shoulder sucking and pulling lightly at his skin leaving my mark there. He bucked under me harder at each thrust as he sent me over the edge again. My body threatened to snap at the overwhelming pleasure I tried to hold back. Dean held me tight against his chest as he sat up just a bit holding me to him his head buried in my neck as he moaned through his sweet release. He relaxed under me bringing us down to the bed panting. I laid on his chest or bodies slick with sweat. Our scents mingled together around the room.

"I don't think I can move." I mumbled in his chest my body quivering from head to toe.

His hands traced circles around my back as he chuckled deeply in my ear. "Likewise." He groaned as he pulled out from me and I let out an unsuspecting gasp. He kissed my forehead. "I think I love you."

I smiled my lips pulling back over my teeth as I nipped him lightly. "I know I love you."

We laid like that for a long time until we had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Laura had finished closing up the diner and sat down with Sam at the tacky silver table. He was busy all day ruffling through the files of Dakota that the hospital sent over. Right down to her newborn draws. Laura brought him cup after cup of coffee and a free lunch that she yelled at him to eat.

Sam ran his hands threw his hair for the hundredth time today. "I don't get it!" He groaned letting his hair free.

"What is it you are trying to look for?" Laura inspected the paperwork he had all over the table. Different cultural lore of werewolves.

He let out a sigh. "The lore says that if you're bitten by a werewolf then you turn into one. I personal have even seen it, but there's no record or hard proof that says Dakota is a werewolf."

"Well I did notice one thing." Laura's fingertips brushed the pile of papers next to her. "Dakota had this like ring of red around her neck. It looked like a faded old burn, but it was very thin. She also has not been wearing her favorite necklace."

"And?" Sam kept reading his laptop.

"And," She went on. "The chain I gave her four years ago for Christmas was made of pure silver."

Sam's head snapped up. "Silver? You sure?"

"Yeah I bought it for her. Cost me nearly three hundred dollars."

"Shit. I was really hoping that she wouldn't be a werewolf and I was overreacting."

"Are there other things that she could be?" Laura asked slightly not wanting to know the truth.

"No." Sam said. "If anything, then this thing is a shapeshifter."

Laura flipped through Dakota's blood tests. Her eyes lingered on her last obgyn appointment blood work and that of the hospital. Her white blood count spiked and the level of platelets did too. It looked like she was fighting an infection. The hospital ran blood cultures but they were negative. She panned over the blood work sure they had something wrong. Then her eyes noticed something off about her files. "Sam." Laura slid the paper over to him. "Look here. When Dakota was younger and she went in for a procedure they ran her blood type. It was B positive. Then a few weeks ago her blood type altered."

Sam read the paper work again and again. "What? 'Blood type unknown use B positive as default from past patient reports?' What the hell does that mean?"

"They repeated the test five times unable to find a match. Maybe you're not wrong and she just hasn't shifted yet."

"Laura," Sam smiled. "You're brilliant. If we can kill the wolf that bit her we can make a serum to cure her before she kills anyone. But if we are too late and she kills there will not be a cure." Sam looked up at Laura.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Laura went to get up but Sam grabbed her wrist.

"Wait there's something else." Sam read his laptop. "which moon cycle was it this month?"

Laura sat back down. "Blood harvest moon I think."

"Oh no."

"What is it Sam?"

Sam's fingers let go of Laura's arm. "If she is werewolf then she is going to be the most powerful wolf since the alphas."

"What are we going to do?" Laura's heart broke at the thought of her best friend becoming a monster. Becoming the nightmares they feared.

"We are going to stick with the plan." Sam began to stuff his laptop and papers into a satchel. "We will separate Dakota and then go hunt this thing down."

Sam lead Laura out into the parking lot after locking the doors behind them. The sun had gone down and the wind sent a chill they both would never forget. Laura unlocked the car and they both got in. Laura cranked over the engine of her car and flicked the lights on. Laura used everything in her power not to scream at the sight before them. Sam's hand instinctively went to his gun behind him and the other touched Laura's shoulder encouraging her to keep quiet.

A tall thin man stood in the distance in front of them. It was like he was made of pure darkness his clothes blending in with the forest behind him. His long black hair tangled in the wind and his golden eyes locked on Laura's blue orbs. He stood there unmoving just staring at them. His nostrils flared at the scent of burnt gasoline and the lack of the scent he was hunting for. His body pivoted back to the forest followed by his head turning ever so slightly keeping its yellow eyes fixed on them. Then without warning it happened. His figure began to change and shift into a large black wolf with piercing yellow eyes. The same yellow eyes that watched Sam in the cabin only the night before.

"Drive Laura." Sam ordered with urgency in his voice. "Drive!"

Laura snapped out of her trance and threw the car in reverse slamming on the gas. She whipped the car from the parking lot and into drive heading back out of town towards Dakota's house. Her heart raced in her chest. Her palms were slick with sweat and she fought to stay calm and focus on the task ahead. Get back to the house. Get back to safety. Her foot pressed on the gas pedal pushing the old automatic as fast as it could go around each bend without losing grip. Faster she drove with the thought of that thing chasing them in the dark.

Dakota's drive came into view under the headlights of the car and Dean's Impala was parked in the drive right where they left them. A fearful though wormed its way into Laura's head. What if the thing killed them and then came for her and Sam? What horror will they find inside?

Laura whipped the car in the drive and immediately dashed for the house with Sam right on her tail covering them from behind. Laura used her key unlocked the door and pulled them inside and relocked it behind her.

Inside the living room was a mess and the tv was displaying an empty blue screen the illuminated the house. Dean and Dakota were nowhere to be found. Sam pulled Laura over to a closet and shoved her inside.

"Take this." Sam handed her a silver knife. "Use it on anything that comes through this door. Don't come out until I tell you to do so."

"Sam." Laura whimpered fearful for her friends and for the man she fell in love with.

Sam kissed her forehead. "Shh. It will be alright I promise. Just stay hidden until I come get you."

"Be careful." She pulled him in for a quick kiss on the lips.

Sam pulled away and locked her inside praying that he was only over reacting. Then he silently made his way up the stairs in search of his brother with silver bullets loaded in his gun.