Hey everybody! I apologize a million times over for the way to long hiatus! My mind switched gears on me for a while and I just didn't have the motivation to write this story. However it's beginning to come back and I hope to start updates again, my apologies again! Hope you enjoy this section…

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Chelseas Point of View

My Uncles took care of James, they made sure he went home with his Aunt, and when they asked me if she was a good lady, I told them the truth. She was a wonderful lady, she didn't know this stupid man was doing it, so she would make sure James would never get hurt again. I waved my goodbyes as I curled up on Uncles Sam lap and we drove back to the motel.

Thos darn police had sure asked a lot of questions, and my Uncle Dean didn't like 'em. I couldn't blame them, they acted liked they wanted to take me away from my Uncles! Stupid police…

The next thing I knew I was waking up in the motel under warm blankets and my Uncles soft voices flowing over me. I must have fallen asleep, I DID have a long day and I guess it made me sleepy. I sprung up and found my Uncles sitting on the bed across from me, they turned around and gave me warm smiles.

"Hey Chelsea, have a good nap?" Uncle Dean asked as he rose and walked toward me.

"Yeah, I guess all that work made me sleepy Uncle Dean! How do you and Uncle Sam do it?!"

He chuckled softly and sat down beside me, ruffling my hair as I climbed on his lap.

"Lots of caffeine and food."

"Oh. Can I start having caffeine and lots of food?"

Uncle Sam and him laughed, my face scrunched in confusion. I was serious, what was so funny?

"Maybe when your older, but for now we'll stick to chocolate milk and candy, sound good?" Uncle Sam asked as he looked at me from the other bed. I just sighed heavily, they made things hard sometimes.

"I guess so."

"Chelsea, do you think you could tell us how you knew that man at Wal-Mart was bad?" My Uncle Dean asked quietly as he looked at me.

"My daddy says our kind can read people, I don't really see any words, but he says that they are invisible, we gotta feel the words! That, that guy had bad words, he was all dark and icky, and cold and mean." I snuggled closer to Uncle Dean at the though, he rubbed my back in comfort and love.

"It's alright Chels, and we couldn't be more proud of you. You were a big girl today, more mature then any other four year old I've met." Uncle Dean told me, his chest rumbled with the words he spoke. I nodded then looked up at him.

"Uncle Dean, can I be my other self now?" I asked shyly.

A look of surprise washed over his face and he looked to Uncle Sam, who nodded yes.

"Sure, go ahead kiddo. Uhh, but why don't you go in the bathroom and change, then we'll let ya out, k?" He set me down, I grinned in excitement and gave him a thank you hug before running to the bathroom.

I did everything my mommy and daddy had taught me to do, and before I knew it I was my other self! I scratched at the door and let out a bark, they needed to hurry it up!

"Alright Chels, I'm comin', I'm comin'!" My Uncle Dean said as he opened the door.

I burst out and leaped on my Uncle Sam who was laying on the bed. I hit the bulls eyes on his stomach and he let out a loud "oof".

"Geez! Hi Chels!" He gasped out.

I barked and yipped at Uncle Sam and just grinned and rolled his eyes at me. Didn't he know I wanted to play? Guess I had to show him. I grabbed his foot in between my teeth and pulled at the sock, growling and grunting as I did so.

"Chelsea, what the heck are you doin'?!" He laughed.

I pulled harder and with a final yank got it off, and fell from the bed. I quickly got up and shook myself off, then grabbed the sock and jumped on the bed again. Eyeing me suspiciously Uncle Sam grabbed for his sock and I leaped away. Now he got the idea!

"Sock thief." He said simply with a smirk.

I yipped in agreement and tossed my head, swinging the sock about like a toy. Uncle Sam grabbed it and pulled lightly, I growled and began to pull back. We did this for a while, usually I won, poor Uncle Sam turns out he's really weak! I'll have to help him get big and strong with tug of war, that's how my daddy got so big and strong he says.

Uncle Dean was starting to fall asleep in the other bed as the TV buzzed quietly in front of him. Uncle Sam glanced at him and then gave me a mischevious grin and waved me to come closer. I wagged my tail in excitement and jumped atop Uncle Sam as he whispered a plan in my ear. I gave him a excited yip and nod, he smiled and waved me on.

I bounced off the bed and snuck up on my Uncle Dean as quietly as possible, then I crouched as much as I could before leaping right onto his stomach. He shot up with a "oof!" and wide eyes, I barked loudly at him in excitement as Uncle Sam got a good laugh. He sent Uncle Sam a glare then snatched me up and looked me in the eyes. For a second I was scared that he was gonna be mad, but then I saw the smile on his face and shining eyes and knew he wasn't angry.

"You little runt, I should make you sleep outside in the dog house for that!" I growled a playful no and he only chuckled.

Setting me down he returned to his bed and so did Uncle Sam, I looked to the clock and found it past six, pretty darn early to go to bed. I looked back and forth between Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean, both who were currently watching the TV. Huffing a sigh I crawled up beside Uncle Dean and laid on his chest, I loved my Uncles but they weren't very playful pack mates.

Deans Point of View

It was weird, I admit it. Having a werewolf pup around Sam and I was just getting more unusual by the second. When she went from being a laughing little girl to a bark fluffy wolf pup, it seemed to put things in perspective for me. Sam and I maybe hunted the Supernatural but this made me realize maybe all of it wasn't bad. Never could I imagine harming something like Chelsea, she had done more good in the twenty four hours we had her then what most people had done in their lives.

After Sam and I had a nap, Chelsea being a noisy pup that got into everything in our room out of boredom as we did so, we decided it'd be a good time to go investigate the house where Chelsea used to live. If we were going to find her father it was the place to start. The only question was, what to do with Chelsea?

She jumped up on the bed beside my duffel bag as I slipped another pistol in, with a yip I met her eyes and she wagged her tail in joy.

"Chelsea, we're going to go to your old house. I know it might be scary for you, so you're going to stay like you are now and stay in the car while Sam and I go in, ok?" My heart ached as her ears lowered and her tail stopped wagging, he head bent in sorrow.

The poor kid had been through so much, to much. I gave her a rub on her shoulder blades and she scooted closer in want of love. I couldn't believe that fact that I had only known her for less then twenty four hours and already I loved her like my own daughter.

"Chelsea, you gotta stay quiet when we go out, if the old mean guy out front sees you he'll yell at us. Can you do that?" Sam looked down at her with raised eyebrows, he was funny to see with her.

She gave a firm bark and almost army like nod, she was ready for business. I smirked and headed for the door, Chelsea between Sam and I as we headed out the building and through the parking lot.

I opened the back of the Impala and laid down a blanket, for Chelsea to be comfortable and to avoid punctures in the seats. She hopped in and sat at the ready, Sam slid in the front and I took my place in the drivers seat.

"To 8710 Ledge road we go."

Sams Point of View

Seeing Chelsea go from girl to squirming impatient wolf puppy was odd. Our father had taught us if it's Supernatural, it's evil. Yet I could never imagine Chelsea ever so much as hurting a fly.

As we headed to the house I had googled Dean turned up Kansas extra loud because he got a good laugh at Chelsea howling along with it, I loved them both but my ears didn't appreciate it.

We pulled in around nine o' clock, the dark night cloaking the log cabin that lay in the woods, only a few miles from the hunt last night. I heard Chelsea whine in the back, turning around I found her huddled against the seat, shaking in fear.

She hadn't told us what had happened, and I wasn't about to ask. Whatever it was though had been terrifying to her, and we were about to find out just what it was.

"We'll be back in a little bit Chels, just stay here and if you see anyone get down and stay down, k?" I asked her and she nodded through shivers.

Swallowing hard I turned to dean, he had a majorly pissed off look on his face as he saw Chelsea trembling in such fear.

We got out and headed toward the house, it was an icy night that easily sunk through my coat. Goosebumps rose on my skin, from cold and the whole vibe of the place. I went to open the door and found it was busted in, it creaked open eerily in the soft breeze and we stepped inside.

I hit the lights but found they didn't work, turning on flash lights we found the house was in shambles. Lamps, chairs, tables, papers were all over the place. Scratches and claw marks covered the walls and floors, a fight had gone down here, and by the looks of things it hadn't gone well. Dean and I walked on silently, our fears of what Chelsea had been through growing with the intake of each room. I climbed the stairs and almost tripped over the large object laying at the top, stumbling back I pulled my flashlight on the figure.

It was a dead body.

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