I don't own Supernatural. Darn. I do own Asher Michaels and this story, excluding the bits from the show. My friend Shauna owns Amelia Shaw, and I am using her in my story with her permission. This fic is rated for violence, blood, language, drinking, sexual situations and, hopefully, some scary shit. I don't know how good I will be at writing scary stuff since I've never actually tried before. Enjoy the stories.
Monster Hospital, Book Three: Werewolves.
Chapter Five: Bestiality.
Asher paused with the hunk of meat halfway to her mouth; she could have sworn she heard Dean and Amelia. But that was impossible. As she rose to her feet, she tossed the meat into the feeding hoard and headed for the front door, not even blinking as she stepped, naked, out onto the porch. The door banged shut behind her, and she knew that someone would come to investigate the noise, if not the Alpha himself; he had kept a near-constant eye on Asher since she had attempted to run. Asher turned her bright blue eyes away from the house, scanning the land around her, looking for any sign of her sister and Dean, any sign that they had actually been there at all and that she wasn't going crazy.
There was none.
She dropped into a crouch, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sighed, pressing her face into her thighs as she did so. Of course they hadn't been there. How could they have found her? Why would they come and find her? Unless they were going to kill her. She had attacked Amelia, and the Winchesters had always made it clear that if she should exhibit any of the attributes of her animal side, that they would hunt her. Would Dean actually shoot her? Could he? She would have like to have said no, but she couldn't. Dean was a hunter, a damn good one, and he wouldn't let Asher run around if she was likely to kill people. Asher sighed again and lifted her eyes to look at the open fields in front of her. Even if by some chance Dean, Sam and Amelia had found her and they had come to save her, there were only three of them and a house full of werewolves, and she didn't think they would be stupid enough to try and take her from that.
"You're not thinkin' about running are ya girl?"
Something in Asher's gut tightened and she felt like she was going to throw up; the Alpha's smell washed over her and memories flooded her mind. She didn't want him anywhere near her. "No," she mumbled. "I just didn't want to be in there while everyone else is feeding. The smell of raw meat is making me sick."
Alpha gave a barking laugh. "Suit yourself. We're running in about a half hour. If you get hungry, don't expect anyone to help you kill."
"I won't." Asher snarled into her leg as the Alpha went back inside the house. As the door banged shut again, Asher seriously considered making a run for it—just bolting as fast as she could across the fields. She couldn't change, because the wolf would be drawn back to the house, to her own kind, but Asher could still run and she could still run fast. Almost as quickly as the thought entered her head however, she dismissed it. Alpha was faster. He would be able to stop her, and he would. He'd probably kill her, and Asher did not want to die. "I won't," she repeated at a whisper, just for herself.
A few minutes later, the other werewolves started filing out of the house and arranging themselves on the lawn. Most of them cast angry glares towards Asher and the rest ignored her. She was the newbie and she didn't like to change. She didn't like to use her wolf to kill. She was green when it came to being a werewolf, and though she had more experience and was better at using her werewolf skills in human form, none of them cared about that. The werewolves under Alpha were predators in the most basic sense of the word. They killed indiscriminately and they enjoyed it. Asher didn't fit in and they all knew it. She knew it to and she was glad of it.
Asher remained on the weathered boards of the porch and watched the men and women—mostly men since, as Alpha had explained, women didn't take to the change as well—begin to change. Some stretched, some lay down in the grass, but all of them began to shift in unnatural ways. Due to a diet of mostly protein, a high metabolism and a constant need to run, the werewolves were all in shape, but even being as fit as possible wouldn't have helped with the shift. Skin rippled as muscles and bones reformed beneath it and hair began to appear in waves. Pained moans and whimpers and the sound of breaking bones filled the air and when the first howl broke, Asher couldn't resist it anymore. The change took over, her wolf eager to come to the surface.
Her spine bowed outward and she cried out as her other bones moved and snapped and as her body reformed into the shape of the wolf. She felt her body heat up, her skin almost melting to reveal the black wolf beneath. It felt as if every nerve in her body had exploded—she was in unbelievable pain. How could the others enjoy this? Did the pain fade with time? Or did they all just like it? Asher's cries of pain finally broke into a howl and she felt her human mind slipping away, giving away to the control of the wolf; there had to be a way to transform and keep her mind at the forefront, keep the human in control. No harm in trying.
Let me run, let me run, let me run, the wolf said.
We'll run; just let me stay here, Asher pleaded.
The wolf pushed. No, no, no. I must run. You have kept me inside too long. Run.
We'll run. I promise. Just let me stay here. I don't want to go where it's dark. The words were odd, but true. When the wolf was in control, Asher went to a place that was dark and where she had no control. She could see and hear and smell everything the wolf did, but she had no input on what was happening. It was terrible frustrating.
Run, run, run.
We'll run! Asher yelled. Finally, there was silence and, unlike the first time she'd been forced to transform under the Alpha's control, there was no more resistance. The wolf seemed okay with letting Asher stay in control as long as her needs were fulfilled. We'll run, Asher promised again. We'll run.
Run.
Asher mentally sighed and went down the stairs to join the rest of the haphazardly-assembled pack on the lawn. She dropped to her belly, following some silent signal from the wolf. Alpha came out of the house and stood on the porch above them, the rest of the wolves dropping to their bellies to show submission to the most powerful wolf. As they all watched, Alpha changed into the massive tawny wolf he was in a smooth motion with no noise of pain whatsoever. He lorded over the pack for a moment, what passed for a grin on his face—it meant a lot of bared teeth and a sinister glint to the eye—and then he joined the rest of the wolves on the lawn and started walking towards the trees.
The rest of the wolves took a few steps in the same direction and then they all broke out into a run. Asher had to admit that running on four legs gave a sort of freedom she'd never felt before—the wolf howled in agreement in her head and Asher felt herself smile. Maybe the pain of the change was worth it, just for this, just for running.
The pack ate the distance between the house and the road in mere moments, but as the sign of humanity came into view, they slowed and paced beside the road to wait for the slower wolves to catch up before they bolted across to the safety of the trees and the miles of open fields beyond. Asher dropped into the ditch beside the road to avoid being seen—she could hear an engine on the horizon. The others climbed into the ditch as well, except for Alpha, who remained with his head in a position visible to see the road. It went without saying that they would cross in order of power.
A transport truck zoomed by and Asher saw Alpha bound across the road, in the shadows on the other side. Wolves followed one by one, and only a few more vehicles passed by. When there were about seven wolves left, Asher heard another loud engine, a familiar one. She belly-crawled up to the edge of the ditch and looked down towards oncoming traffic; the other wolves continued to cross the road and when she was the last one, the wolf began to pull again.
Run, run, run. We're away from the pack.
Just hold on.
The wolf pulled harder and Asher felt her control slipping away. She rose from her crouch, just as the headlights of the vehicle came into view, accompanied by a flurry of smells. Asher slipped farther into the dark place—she wasn't strong enough to keep control from her wolf—but she was able to pick out the smells of motor oil, gun oil, and Dean. She didn't know why he stuck out above everyone else, but he did, and she knew it was her truck. As the smell of Dean resolved itself in her head, she picked up Sam and Amelia as well and the wolf stopped pulling. She didn't give Asher back any of control, but she stopped pulling.
The truck came to a stop a little ways down the road and the three hunters inside came out, Sam and Dean armed with pistols and shoguns and Amelia carrying the heavy silver chains in loops across her body. Asher tried to call out to them, but stopped herself when she saw the rest of the pack milling by the road on the other side of the street, their eyes just visible in the twilight between the trees. The wolf began to pull again, trying to get Asher to move across the street towards the rest of the pack, but she didn't want to go. Asher tried to move towards the hunters.
"Is that Asher?" Dean asked, head slightly turned towards Amelia.
She nodded, her eyes beginning to shimmer with tears. "Yeah..."
Amelia! The cry came out as a bark.
"Dean." Sam was pointing to the rest of the wolves across the road.
No sooner had Sam made the identification then did the pack attack. Alpha, however, made his way towards Asher, his lips pulled back over his teeth and his eyes dark with rage. You brought them here, he said, his voice echoing through her head.
The wolf submitted control once again, wanting no part of Alpha's anger. No. They found me. They came for me.
We will not let them take you. You don't belong with them.
Asher growled and lunged at Alpha, teeth bared and ready to strike. She slammed against him and managed to knock him back a few steps. She tried to wrap her jaws around his neck, but he swung his massive head around and struck her on the shoulder hard enough to knock her over. He sunk his teeth into her neck while she was still lying on the ground, but he did not remain there long; Amelia had managed to break away from the other wolves and she swung the silver chains expertly, bringing them down on the Alpha's back. He howled in pain and pulled away, thick burn marks marring his tawny fur. Asher rolled away and ran towards the truck, hoping to get there before the smells of blood on the air brought the wolf into control again.
She was level with Dean when exactly that happened. The wolf burst to the forefront, the force of the mental change bringing Asher to her stomach in the gravel. Dean whirled around, shotgun aimed, but stopped himself from shooting just in time. The wolf growled and lunged, knocking Dean off his feet. She bit down hard on Dean's arm, blood rushing down ehr throat. "Amelia!" he called. "Get those chains over here!"
Amelia, who was swinging the chains in a wide arc to try and drive the wolves back, pulled herself away and ran towards Dean's panicked voice and, without hesitation, brought the chains down on Asher's back and then moved forward to loop the chains around her sister's animal form. As Asher weakened and fell to the ground again, Amelia apologized, just as the wolf gave control to Asher once more. Asher tried to change back, but she couldn't—whether that was because of the silver chains or exhaustion, she couldn't be sure. Amelia managed to get Asher into the backseat of the truck and Sam and Dean walked backwards so they could climb into the shelter of the cab as well; the wolves pushed all the way.
When the doors both slammed shut, Sam, who had ended up behind the wheel, started the truck and dropped his foot to the floor, the massive vehicle leaping forward and, Asher hoped, hitting a few of the beasts. Sam executed a hurried u-turn and sped back towards Beaver Falls, faster than the wolves could run.
Asher made the journey with her head in Amelia's lap, her sister idly stroking the fur by her ear and apologizing quietly for attacking her with the chains. The scents of mixed blood threatened to bring the wolf back to control, but Asher used every bit of remaining strength to keep that from happening, to keep anyone else from getting hurt; she wished she could apologize to Dean for biting his arm and she hoped he would forgive her. At that thought, she whimpered and Amelia wrapped her arms around Asher's neck, pressing her face into the fur that hadn't been touched by blood in the fight, and Dean looked over the back of his seat, an unreadable look on his face.
"How is she?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Amelia admitted. "I... I can't tell." She sniffed and tears started falling.
Asher whined.
Back at the motel, once the doors were locked and barricaded—it wasn't like the entire pack of werewolves was going to wander into the middle of town, but one could never be too careful—Asher cooperated and let Amelia lead her over to the bed, using the chains as a lead. Asher climbed onto the bed without provocation and laid down, staring at the wall as her sister went about attaching the chains to the bed; she had never paid attention as she was restrained, so she couldn't have told anyone how Amelia hooked them up, but Asher had never been able to escape before. When she was finished, Amelia walked into the bathroom to shower and find a level head before she had anymore interaction with her sister, and Sam—the least bloody of them all—went to get food at Dean's urging.
Alone with the transformed werewolf, Dean pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat down. His heavy leather jacket was gone, revealing the injury Asher had given him—there was a nearly perfect imprint of the wolf's jaw in the middle of Dean's forearm. He was, intentionally or not, holding it at such an angle so that Asher could see it perfectly. She closed her eyes and whined at the sight, and the guilt, at causing Dean pain.
He mistook the noise for pain at the chains burning her skin; small wisps of smoke were beginning to rise from her flesh where the chains had burned through her fur and were now touching flesh. "Shit, Ash..."
She tried to force the change again—nothing.
"Bark once if it's you in control."
She gave a small yip.
Dean leaned in closer and tentatively placed a hand behind her ear, digging his fingers into her thick black fur. She closed her yellow eyes and leaned into his hand the best she could. "Can you change back?"
Asher tried again. She reached into that dark place and found the wolf, visualized her curled up with her tail over her eyes. As Asher approached, the wolf lifted her head and gazed at her intently, waiting for some sign. Following the only way she knew how to deal with dogs, Asher lifted her hand and pointed deeper into the dark space and told the wolf to go and take her form with her. If you go now, I'll let you out to run again when I can. We'll run and hunt. I am sorry I've been neglecting you. The wolf nodded after a moment, giving Asher a growl that said she'd better keep her promise, and then trotted off, her inky fur melding with the blackness of the headspace they shared.
As the wolf disappeared, Asher felt her body painfully shifting back to human. She found, however, that if she remained in the dark place, it didn't hurt as much—it was as if she was removed from her body.
When she opened her eyes, the chains were pressing tighter into her flesh, burning deep gouges into her muscles. Asher screamed. Dean dropped to his knees and started pulling at the chains, trying to get them to loosen. He couldn't. Realizing her screams could draw unwanted attention, Asher pressed her face into the pillow and tried not to move too much. Dean tried again and did something that got the chains to give a couple inches of slack. He then moved the chains so the deep trenches could fill in, before moving to the kitchenette and ran cold water on a clean towel. When he returned, Asher was panting and there were tears streaking her face, but her mouth was curved in a small smile.
Dean sat down and began wiping the sweat and blood from Asher's body. "What are you smiling about?"
"I changed. I think I found a way to control the wolf," she breathed.
"Okay... so the wolf is a separate being then?"
Asher somehow managed to give him an indignant look. "Do you really think I would bite you?"
"Well..." At another look from Asher, Dean shook his head. "No. Not like that, anyway." After a moment, Dean asked a question he knew he probably already had the answer for. "Are you okay?"
"Not really." As she spoke, Asher's voice nearly broke and she reached out one hand towards Dean. He looked startled by the movement—or maybe it was the sizzling of new flesh—but he reached out and wrapped his hand around hers. "Dean... I'm sorry."
"As long as I don't need to get a shot, there's nothing to apologize for."
Asher smiled and then closed her eyes. Dean held her hand until she fell asleep, and that had to be from exhaustion, because Dean had no idea how she could sleep with her skin burning and blistering, but then again, she was probably used to it by now. He held her hand until her arm went slack and she let go, and then for a while after that. Even when she let go, Dean sat there and stared at her, not because she was naked, but because even in sleep, even when she didn't show it while awake, Asher was obviously in pain. She whimpered in her sleep, whimpered like the dog she had been moments before, and her body shook slightly, trembled. Dean watched her in silence, the only sounds the soft sizzle of her flesh and the running of the water in the bathroom.
"Hold on Ash. Amelia will know what to do."
Dean wished he did.
Author's Note.
So far, this is my favourite book.
Just thought I'd share that.
I only have one more assignment and a midterm to do and then I AM DONE. And then it's all about video games and writing! WOO!
Enjoy.
Next Chapter: No Mercy.