Chapter 10

*Dakota's Pov*

I opened my eyes to a dark room barely visible through the light of the moon creeping through my curtains. Dean was asleep next to me snoring lightly under the covers with his arm draped over my waist and his chest pressed into mine. My throat ached from the dryness lingering down it. I wiggled free from Dean's heavy warm arm and slipped from the bed pulling his shirt from the floor and threw it over my head. The soft fabric draped over my body like a loose oversized dress and I headed for my door.

I felt the sensation of fear and danger creep up my side from my right before I was slammed into the wall across the room next to the door. The force my body contacting with the wall caused the bookshelf in the corner to wobble before setting back down to its usual stillness. A forearm pressed into my collarbone against my throat making it hard to breathe. I stood there barely on my toes gasping for air clawing at the arm holding me. Cold metal seared through Dean's shirt and into my skin as the familiar sound of a hammer of a gun clicked back rung in my ears.

The sound woke Dean from his sleep as he pulled his gun taking aim at the figure holding me against the wall. I wiggled my body for my hip to turn on the light. My soft flesh dug into the switch before I was able to get it to flick on. The light blinded me momentarily before Sam came into my view with a death glare painted on his face and his forearm digging into my throat.

"Sam what the hell?" Dean lowered his gun and pulled on his pants before slipping from the bed.

Sam looked at the both of us and suddenly became more furious at the situation. "Dean what the hell were you thinking?"

My heart was racing in my chest as tears welled in my eyes. I whimpered at Dean who raised his gun back at his brother. "Sam let her go now." His threatening voice was deep and dangerous.

Sam was astonished. "Dean she is a werewolf!"

I felt my eyes go wide as Dean's green eyes shift from his brother to me. "Sam." I begged. "Please."

"Tell him the truth." Sam growled.

Dean's gun suddenly shifted to my chest and my heart broke. Tears began streaming down my face. Dean's gun didn't falter as he cocked back the slide. The slide slapped forward putting a round into the chamber and he aimed it at my heart. "Dean please."

"Sam." Dean's voice was a low growl. "Test her."

Sam's forearm quickly moved from my throat as he rummaged through my jewelry box on my desk pulling my favorite necklace Laura had given me for Christmas. Sam gripped my right arm and I tried to pull back afraid of what he would do. He laid my necklace over my forearm and let it sit there for a moment. My skin felt very irritated and I tried to pull away then chain began to smoke and burn through my skin. I screamed in horror and agony as I threw the necklace from my arm across the room clutching my arm against my chest. It felt like electricity surging through me as my skin flaked back in a figure eight shape on my arm.

"Dammit." Dean growled his gun dropping from my chest to the ground.

I slid down to the floor holding my arm with tears covering my face.

"I told you she was a werewolf." Sam aimed his gun at me.

Dean began pacing the room before he came down kneeling in front of me. "Dakota, I need you to be honest with me. Did that thing bite you when it attacked?"

I sniffed. "Yes. It bit me on my right ankle and pulled me from the tree. I swear that's the last thing I remember, and the hospital said there were no other bites. They gave me a rabies shot in the stomach just in case."

"Do you remember ever shifting into a wolf or even in your dreams?" He asked resting his forearm on my knees.

I shook my head. "Just the dream of me watching my brothers die. I've been with you the whole time I swear."

"Dammit." Dean got up pacing the room again. Dean dug his phone from his pants and dialed a number avoiding my gaze. "Cas? Hey Cas, we need you here we are at- "

A man in a beige trench coat suddenly appeared in my room with short disheveled black hair holding a cell phone. "I'm here." His voice was deep and husky almost inhuman.

Dean stared at the man for a moment before hanging up the phone. "Cas, we have a problem."

"I will help in any way I can." He answered.

"Cas," Sam began to explain. "We need to know if she is telling the truth about being a werewolf."

Cas turned over to me and took a step before stopping. Confusion absorbed his face. "Why is she half dressed?"

"Because Dean decided to sleep with her." Sam growled at his brother.

"Hey!" Dean defended. "That was before I knew she was a werewolf."

I felt like I had been kicked in the gut.

"Enough." Cas ordered. He knelt to me his blue eyes piercing through mine. "My name is Castiel and I am an angel of the lord."

I looked up at him confused. "An angel?"

"Yes and for me to get down to the bottom of your case, even the parts your brain a cannot remember, I need to tap into your soul."

"Tap into my soul?"

"Yes. It will be extremely painful but will serve as a pool of memories."

I looked up at Sam and Dean who were still staring at me with uncertainty. I dropped my eyes down to the angel in front of me. "Okay. Whatever it takes to prove I'm innocent." I braced myself closing my eyes listening to Castiel.

"Remember to keep still, breathe and allow me access into your soul." Castiel's voice surrounded my senses. "Okay I will begin now." A sharp shooting pain pushed its way through my flesh and bones. It seared my body like lightning touching a tree leaving a hollow burning trail in its wake. I fought back the urge to scream as a hand held onto my very existence and asked for entry. I felt myself nod and the hand vanished into my soul for a split second and then all pain was gone. My eyes snapped open and I felt my head spin as I gulped down all the air I could get. Castiel's hands steadied me. "It's alright breathe Dakota. Breathe."

"Cas?" Dean asked worried.

"She is not a werewolf." Cas explained, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "She is something far more dangerous."

"What is she?" Sam asked impatiently.

"Her kind have very few left on earth and perhaps in all existence. When god had created hell hounds and banished them into the fiery pit he also created something else to battle the princes and knights of hell. They are called heaven's hunters. They are shifters and man. They can take their true form of a wolf in battle or as need be. Their other form is that of man, so they may walk among humans to protect them."

"What happened to them?" Sam sat down on my bed losing interest in threatening me.

Cas looked right at me. "When the angels left earth over 2,000 years ago we left the protection upon the hunters. But creating new hunters is nearly impossible so as each one fell in battle they became endangered. Whatever rouge hunter changed you is not changing you for backup but for breeding rights."

"Like the hell he is." Dean growled.

"Then we will need to hunt him down and kill him." Cas helped me to my feet. "Angel blades are the only weapons that can kill them." Cas observed the way Dean was looking at me. "I wonder." Cas pulled me flush against his back with a silver spear shape dagger to my neck.

Dean instinctively drew his gun aiming it at Cas's head. "Cas let her go." Dean growled darkly.

Slowly Cas raised his hands releasing me and I bolted behind Dean. His hand lingered on my hip keeping me tucked behind him.

"Easy Dean," Cas explained. "I meant her no harm. I simply needed to test a theory." Cas disarmed himself and Dean lowered his gun. Dean tucked me against his chest his arm around my shoulders. "I needed to see if the legends of hunters and man were true."

"What legends?" I asked.

"Well you and Dean had um…intercourse?" Cas asked, and my face flushed.

"What of it?" Dean said nonchalantly.

"There is a myth that under the blood harvest full moon that anyone who mates with a hunter is bound to one another."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, what you're saying were like married?"

Cas didn't answer but simply shrugged.

I slowly backed anyway for a bit as Dean went into shock. "Married?"

"Well according to legend but most shifters only keep the connections for protection. Dean and you will be overprotective of one another for a while until you are accustomed to each other."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's just not get to hasty and take it slowly here. We still have a case to solve." He sat down on the bed. "How can we kill this rogue hunter?"

I looked around the room. "Where is Laura?" I asked with a slight panic in my chest.

Sam got up. "I have her in the closet incase the rogue hunter was here. I'll go get her." Sam left the room leaving me and Dean in the room with the angel.

Dean put his arm around my shoulder pulling me into him. "I'm sorry for before."

"It's okay Dean. I would have done the same in your shoes." I looked down to the floor. "Like you said we will take it slow if you want. Deal with the case first."

"Dakota!" I heard Laura scream before she barreled into the room tackling me down on my bed hugging me. I could feel her body shaking. "Oh my god I was so scared that thing got to you before we could."

I pushed her back a bit, so I could breathe. "Wait what are you talking about?"

She sat up with tears in her eyes. "When Sam and I left the café, we saw him. He stood there watching us and then he shifted into a huge black wolf with yellow eyes! I was so scared I was barely able to drive us back without wrecking."

Panic sunk into my chest. "You saw his human form?" I asked.

She nodded. "I've never seen him before but he kind of looked like someone from the renaissance era with long hair that had a baby with Pitch from the movie Rise of the Guardians."

I moved across my bed to my window looking out into the pure darkness of the woods. The moonlight trickled down to the ground weaving through the branches of the trees. I scanned the area hoping they hadn't been followed. But there he was yellow eyes that seemed to glow against the darkness. The hunter was here.

"Oh my god." I barely whispered. "He's here." I pulled the curtains shut. "He's in the yard." Everyone rushed out pulling their guns and blades. I quickly changed into clean clothes. "Shit." I growled.

"Dakota why were you naked?" Laura asked helping me change. She pulled my top over my head. "Wait did you and Dean…?"

I stopped dressing to try and think of a way to deny it.

"Oh my god you did!" She squealed with a huge grin on her face. "Oh my god! Tell me everything!"

"Laura, I don't think this is the time." I pulled my boots on my feet. "We have to help the others. If we can sneak down into the garage then I can get out the 50 cal. That should take the bastard out."

"Okay. Let's do it." Laura lead the way.

I quickly grabbed my pistol and stuffed it behind my back ready for the fight of my life.