I am so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. I'll try not to let that happen again. So... here is the new chapter! I'm sorry if it's not too good... I had a little trouble making it kind of exciting...

Chapter 14

"We should have known it could be serious. That headache came so suddenly, and in pain because of it. Now we find her passed out," Sam said as he pushed his hair away from his eyes.

"We shouldn't have left her alone," Dean sighed. "It was a mistake."

"We had no idea she would pass out, Dean."

"Yeah, well, we should have known it could have happened."

"At least she's here at the hospital, and the doctor can find out what's wrong with her."

"Yeah…"

Sam looked over at the bed where Summer is, and watched her closely. "Do you think it might be serious?"

"I hope not, Sammy…"

"Dean…" Sam stood up, and walked over to Summer who is now waking up.

Dean followed suit, and they both stood next to her.

"Hey," Sam said softly, a smile on his face.

Summer looked at him, then at Dean before looking around the room. The walls were covered in white wallpaper, machines beside her bed, along with the other bed near the door, and that was when she noticed the sound of something beeping quietly. She sighed. "I'm in a hospital, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are. How do you feel?" Sam asked

"I feel fine," she told them while sitting up.

Quickly, Dean helped her sit up while he set a pillow behind her back for support. "Do you know what happened?" he asked her.

"How can I not?" she said with a sigh. "My head started to hurt when a feeling washed over me. It was too much to handle… I slid down to the floor, lied down, and prayed for the pain to go away."

"That must have been when you passed out," Sam thought aloud. "What kind of feeling were you having? Was it anger?"

"Not just anger, other feelings mixed with it."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked confused.

"I felt anger, happiness, and sadness. There were many emotions all at once…"

"Those feelings happened at once?" Sam asked trying to figure out what it meant.

"Yeah…"

"What is it?" Dean asked him when he saw the look on Sam's face.

"I think…" Sam started trying to make sense of the information he received. "If I'm right about this, I think your empathy is increasing,"

"So wait," Dean began. "You're tellin' me she can feel other emotions now?"

"Yeah if it's actually increasing, that is."

Dean looked back at Summer. "Well that sucks for you."

"You're telling me," she sighed. "So, if it is increasing, I'll feel people's emotions all the time now?"

"It's possible," Sam told her.

"Great," she sighed again.

Just then, the doctor came in. "Ah, you are awake, good," he said walking toward her, holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. "How do you feel?"

"Like I told them, I feel fine."

"That's good to hear," he smiled and then stood next to her, taking out a small flashlight, and checked her eyes. "Do you have a headache? Feeling dizzy at all?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Very good… Well, I will admit, I'm a bit stumped by this. I don't know what happened, and you have no signs of anything that could be wrong with you. So I think you can go home tonight. But if it happens again, I want you to come back, ok?"

"Alright."

"Take it easy, and make sure to come back if the headaches and or pain start again."

"Will do."

After the doctor left, she looked at Sam and Dean again. "He's more than stumped, he's down right confused. Actually, make that more than confused."

Dean chuckled. "You could feel it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess that means Sam's right, you're empathy is increasing."

"Let's hope the emotions don't happen at once again, it hurt like hell."

"Well, I guess this means we'll have to make sure to hide any anger, and other feelings around you so it doesn't cause you any pain."

"What anger?" Dean looked at him.

"Well, if you and I fight for any reason, she'll feel it."

"Right, I didn't think of that."

"Alright, I want to get out of here…" she said sitting up some more while she grabbed at the cover and started to climb out of the bed.

"Well, let's get going," Dean said.

After a couple of minutes, the three left her room, and headed to the entrance after checking her out, and then they walked to the Impala, got in, and drove away from the hospital and back to the motel.

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"What're you doing?" Sam asked Dean when he saw him grabbing John's journal off the table and began looking through it.

"I'm seeing if dad has anything on empathy."

"I doubt he will," Sam told him as he went to his bed and sat down.

"Do you think I'll have pain each time I feel more than one emotion?" Summer asked Sam.

"It's possible. Maybe it'll start off like that, and then slowly fade away once you get used to it."

"It better," she sighed. "I guess I should start carrying a bottle of Advil just in case the pain doesn't go away."

"Good idea," Sam agreed.

Neither of them said anything after that, instead, they all did different things. Dean continued to look through the journal, Sam used his laptop, and Summer read through a magazine that had been lying on the nightstand.

"Dean?" Summer looked up from the magazine and glanced at him a few minutes later.

"What?" he asked looking at her.

"Stop with the frustration."

"Sorry," he apologized and set the journal down on the table. "It's just buggin' me. I can't find one thing about empathy in dad's journal."

"Just like I told you, I doubted he would have anything about that. I mean, why would he? He's never come across one before," Sam spoke up.

"I just figured I'd check anyway," Dean said leaning back in his chair.

"So, what should we do today?" Summer asked after a few moments of silence.

"Well, Dean and I should continue to find out more information for the gig," Sam answered. "We found out a couple things, but not enough to do the job."

She nodded slowly as she moved the magazine off her lap and beside her on the bed. "Before I forget, there's something I need to tell you both."

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"I had that dream again, about the werewolf."

"You did?" Sam asked looking at her closely. "Did you notice anything different about it?"

"No, it was the same."

"Maybe it happened here?" Dean thought aloud. "I mean that could be why you had that dream while here… this is where it will happen?"

"It's possible," Sam said looking at him. "You might be right, it could be here."

"I think he is right," Summer agreed. "People are mauled by something, but nobody has seen what did it, so they just think some kind of animal did it, like a bear for an example. Dean, you may have just figured out what's killing those people."

Dean smiled with a proud look on his face.

"So, if it's really a werewolf, we'll need to go to the mountain tonight and search around for it," Sam said.

"I'll get the guns ready," Dean stood up as he looked over at Summer. "This'll be a time where you will have a gun. Just… be careful with it."

"I will. It's not like I will be careless and shoot something or someone without knowing what I'm shooting at."

"Well I sure hope not," he said before he walked out of the room.

"Get ready for anything and everything," Sam said also standing up. "This won't be easy."

"Yeah, I figured it wouldn't."

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Dean set his gun in his pants as he looked at Sam and Summer, and saw they were doing the same thing. "We'll need to be careful."

"Should we spil—"

"We're not splitting up," Dean cut Sam off. "Not after what happened last time. We'll stay together."

"I just thought if we did, we'll cover more ground. I was also going to say Summer could stay with one of us," Sam said.

"Sam's right, Dean, we would cover more ground."

Dean sighed. "Fine, we'll split up, but you're staying with one of us."

"Fine by me," she shrugged. "Who?"

"Doesn't matter who you stay with, just as long your with someone," Dean said. "So, who would you want to be with?"

Summer thought for a moment. "I'll stay with Sam."

"Alright," Dean nodded and then looked back at his brother. "You two… make sure you are careful. Keep your phones on at all times, and call if you find something or if you need help."

"We will," Sam told him. "Let's go…" he made his way to the pathway, and Summer followed him a couple seconds later.

"Summer," Dean called out.

She faced him. "Yeah?"

"Don't go wondering off, stay with Sam, ok?"

She gave him a slight smirk. "Do you really think I'd wonder off?"

"Yes."

"Of course you would," she shook her head with a short laugh. "I'll be by his side at all times."

"You better, or else I'll have to lock you up in the bathroom again," he said seriously.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't like to, but if it's the only way to keep you safe, then yeah, I'd do it."

"Come on, you guys!" Sam spoke up a couple feet away from them, looking slightly annoyed with the hold up. "We got work to do."

"We'll meet back here in…" Dean looked at his watch. "In one hour."

The two nodded in agreement and they started heading in one direction while Dean went in another.

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The twigs underneath snapped from someone stepping on them as they walked along the pathway in the woods. The wind blew, making leaf's fly around them. They turned around quickly, only to come to face with a werewolf. Stepping back out of fear, they stared at it, afraid to make a sudden move, and make it angry and jump them. Their breathing quickened as their eyes locked with the creature. After several moments, they finally spun around and took off down the pathway, trying to run, run for their life. The werewolf ran after them, quickly catching up to them.

"Hey!"

The werewolf stopped and turned around, and looked at the person who stood a few feet away from it. It growled, showing them its teeth.

They glanced at the person and waved their hand at them. "Get away from here, now!" they hollered at them while reaching for their gun from the back pocket of the jeans. Pointing it at the werewolf, they were ready to fire, only they didn't have a chance when it launched at them, knocking them backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud and a grunt. They put their arms up, having their hands on its chest and neck, trying to keep it from getting closer to their face.

The person's strength was becoming weaker by the minute, the werewolf was stronger than they expected. They turned their head and saw that their gun was too far to reach. Cursing under their breath, they knew they should have held on to it tighter. Looking back at it, they locked eyes, and tried to get enough strength to push it off them. "Get the hell off of me!" It growled at them again and leaned forward while opening its mouth wide, revealing the large teeth. The thing leaned in further, gripping them harder while it leaned in closer, ready to bite them.

"Hey!" A voice spoke up standing a couple feet away pointing the gun at the werewolf. The werewolf snapped its head up, it growled at the new visitor while it kept its grip on its first visitor. Without wasting any more time, he pulled the trigger and shot it in the chest, making it fall backwards immediately as its grip loosened and the person was able to get away.

"You ok?" he asked walking over to Summer.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, Sam."

Sam looked down at the werewolf. "Well, looks like we were right, a werewolf was killing those people."

"Yeah… hey, do me a favor and don't tell Dean I was almost dinner. I really don't need him to add this to his list of me getting caught. Even though I wasn't caught, but he won't see it that way."

Sam laughed a little. "Sure."

"Thanks," she said brushing off the dirt and leaf's off her clothes. "Let's get back to the car I'm sure he's there already."

"I'm sure he is," Sam agreed while he stuck his gun back in his pants.

Summer picked hers off the ground and stuck it in hers before they made their way back.

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"Did you two find anything?" Dean asked when he saw Sam and Summer walk down the pathway.

"Yeah, a large werewolf," Summer answered.

"And you didn't call me to tell me you found it?" Dean by this time looked at Sam.

"We killed it, so we didn't see a reason to call you," Sam told him as he walked to the trunk and set the gun inside.

"It still would have been nice to know," Dean faced him. "Next time call so I don't waste anymore time looking for the damn thing."

"We will," Summer said setting her own gun back in the trunk.

"Neither of you had any trouble, did you?"

Summer stood there praying Sam would keep quiet with what happened, so she looked at him casually waiting to see what he would say.

"No," Sam shook his head. "It was actually rather easy."

"Good. Now let's go back to the motel."

The three got in the car a moment later, and Dean drove down the dirt road, back to the main road to get to the motel.