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Blood Moon

Chapter seven

Dean drove to the woods hoping Barnet would be there. He knew now that Barnet had attacked Sam and tasted his blood he had to die; there was no way that he knew of to help him. Dean drove around the lake looking for Barnet's car and was beginning to worry when at first he didn't spot it, but finally he found it parked down a path that led into the woods. He knew there was a small town nearby and figured one of the town's residents would probably be Barnet's next intended victim. He parked near the car and checked his gun making sure it was fully loaded with silver bullets; he then got out of his car and stood next to the trunk. He knew the trunk wasn't air tight and that Sam had plenty of air but he was worried that he hadn't heard him kicking around inside the trunk for the last half hour. He slowly opened the lid to check on him. Sam lay on his side facing the back of the trunk not moving.

"Sam?" Dean said softly as he put his hand on his brother's shoulder. As soon as he was touched he began thrashing about in the trunk determined to get loose. "Sorry Sammy." Dean blinked back tears as he patted Sam on the shoulder and shut the lid.

He hated leaving his brother alone in the trunk but knew he had no choice; it was the safest place for him right now. But what really worried Dean was what would happen if this hunt didn't go the way he intended it to. What if Barnet killed him tonight, what would happen to Sam? What if no one found the car and by putting Sam in the trunk in order to save him, he actually ended up causing his death. And even if the car was found and Sam was released what kind of life would he have? His whole family would be dead and at the next full moon he would turn into a creature who would go out hunting for human flesh. Knowing Sam, he would probably end up killing himself instead of hurting someone. Dean knew if he didn't kill Barnet tonight or if he died himself his brother was as good as dead. With his gun hanging by his side he headed into the woods determined to find and destroy Barnet.

Even though the moon was full the thick woods were dark making it extremely difficult to see very far in front of you. Dean had to rely on his fine tuned hearing, every little noise causing him to spin around his gun held out in front of him. He knew if Barnet got away Sam was doomed. But even if he managed to kill him the infection was already in his brother's blood. He knew of only one person he trusted who might be able to help Sam, but if he couldn't be helped his brother would spend the rest of his life having to be locked away with every full moon. If Sam ever tasted human blood there would be nothing he could do for him and he also knew his brother would rather die then turn into a creature every full moon whose only thought was to kill. That's what worried Dean that Sam might actually end up taking his own life rather then having to live like that. Dean squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds trying to get his mind off the possible future and back on the hunt. He then continued deeper into the woods.

He had walked for about five minutes when he heard a rustling in the nearby bushes and turned toward the sound then smiled when he realized it was only a rabbit. But as he turned back he sensed something wasn't right. He dropped to one knee as he spun around the gun held out in front of him. But he hadn't been fast enough….the gun was ripped from his hand by the creature who now stood over him. He could barely make out Barnet's features through the snarling hair covered face but he knew it was him. Barnet had tasted Sam's blood and now was a full fledged werewolf. Dean dove toward his gun, knowing that killing Barnet was Sam's only hope. But just as he was about to put his hand on it the creature reached down and grabbed his jacket. He could feel himself flying through the air as he was picked up and thrown against a tree. He hit it hard and lay stunned at the bottom of it as he watched Barnet walk toward him. He tried to get up; he had to get to the gun, but a sharp pain in his side caused him to gasp in pain as he fell back to the ground his hand pressing against his battered ribs. He tried to ignore the pain and was about to try again for the gun but now the creature stood directly over him blocking his path.

"I'm sorry Sammy." He said softly knowing he had failed his brother. He shut his eyes and turned his head to the side as the creature started to reach for him. Every instinct in him told him to fight but he knew it was useless, his only protection, the gun, lay too far away and he knew without it he was no match for the creature.

TBC