Hey sorry for late update. Although I've seen a story go unupdated for months.

This story will be revealing the identity of the guy with the gun and bring John into the mix.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing

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Dean slowly puts the phone down and raises his hands in defence.

"Rick. What the hell man? We're on the same side here."

The man smirks and spits out a wad of tobacco. "I don't associate with werewolves. Neither should you. Just come on over here and we will take him out together."

As Dean catches on to the mans words, he swallows hard. "Rick, its not a werewolf. This is my brother. Who you accidentally shot. We gotta get him help."

"Oh Dean. Are you really that blind? Test him with silver. That'll prove it. Not to mention the silver bullet that is still in him right now."

Dean sets his jaw. How could this man accuse his Sammy of being a monster. That was impossible.

He pulls out a silver blade and presses it to his brothers skin. Immediately the flesh burns and Sam jolts and cries out. Dean drops the offending object and tears stream down his face.

His Sammy. Now turned into a monster. He still could never kill his brother. There had to be some other way.

"I'm sorry, Dean. He isn't human no more. We gotta put him down."

Dean forgot Rick was even there and he frowns. "No wait. Lets take him to my dad. Or bobby. Maybe they know a way around it."

Rick studies the injured boy and shakes his head. "You know I can't do that." He raises the gun ready to shoot.

A single gun shot echo's through the dark woods.

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John walked out of the bar and pulls his phone out.

He had been on a bender for the past two days and had turned his phone off. He sees the voicemail from Dean and plays it.

"Dad listen, we gotta problem. Call me ba--" The message ends and a frown decorates the worn mans face.

Dean was in trouble.

He lost one son already and he wasn't looking to lose another. He jumps in his truck and drives off toward where he sent Dean.

He tries Deans phone a few times getting no answer. He curses and throws his phone aside.

It was gonna be a two day trip but John was going to make it a one day trip.

John was scared, angry, and nervous. His old buddy, Rick, owed him one hell of an explanation.

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Who wants to see John beat the shit out of Rick? Poor Sammy needs a break but what will happen when the truth comes out to John? Update coming soon.

Peace and Chicken Grease.