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 Eight: Not Quite Finished.

Sam, Dean and Amelia had backed away from the snarling and injured wolf, afraid to get their hands bitten off or attacked. None of them thought Asher would do it on purpose, but it was pretty clear she wasn't herself at that moment and the hunters didn't want to push their luck. Amelia's face was streaked with tears and she continued to cry silently, the fingers of one hand entwined in Sam's; he acted as an anchor to keep her from running to her wolfish sister. The fingers of her other hand were clenching and unclenching repeatedly, like she wanted to take Asher's hand or something and couldn't.

Dean, on the other hand, had no anchor aside from his boots on the ground. He wanted to run towards her and he was having a very hard time not doing just that. Something inside Dean had wound tight at the sight of Asher in pain.

Currently, the hunters stood in a half-circle facing Asher with their backs to the house, watching as she struggled to her feet and attempted to move; Dean's gun was bare in his hand, ready if the need arose. The transformation into her wolf form seemed to have healed her wound somewhat, but she was still having trouble moving; since the injury had been created by a silver weapon, it would heal almost at a normal pace. The massive black wolf growled as she made her way in the general direction of the nearby trees, even going so far as to try and run and falling to her belly on the bloody ground. The hunters stood still, unsure of how she would react if any of them approached. The silence surrounding them was complete except for a low and frustrated rumble coming from Asher's throat and a high keening coming from Amelia, who had clamped one hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Her sister was dying, and there was nothing she could do.

Her sister, who had risked her life to protect her several times, could not be helped, not by earthly means.

Dean thought he heard Amelia muttering "I have to save her" over and over again, but he couldn't be sure.

After several long minutes, Amelia's hold on her control broke and she jogged forward, dropping to her knees beside Asher, reaching out with one hand like you might with an unfamiliar dog, so it could get used to your scent. Asher did lift her muzzle to Amelia's shaking hand and she bumped her black nose against Amelia's palm. The younger woman slid her hand along the black fur to behind the wolf's ear before lowering her forehead to Asher's, mouth moving as she whispered quietly to her sister; with a human right next to her for reference, it was clear just how large Asher was in wolf form. There was no doubt the top of her head would have reached Amelia's elbow. Amelia's small hands stroked the fur back from Asher's face and the wolf began to whine, her greenish eyes swirling down until they were once again blue.

"She's changing back," Sam whispered. "There's nothing in Dad's journal or any of the lore about this. She shouldn't be able to change back yet."

"Sam," Dean said, leaning towards his brother, "has anything Asher shown us about werewolves been in Dad's journal or any of the lore?" When the taller Winchester shook his head, Dean contained a laugh. "Maybe you should write a new book and let future generations of hunters know what to expect."

"Dean, they're not really our secrets to disclose. Asher's only given us all this information to keep us alive."

The older Winchester sighed and nodded. And now we can't do anything to help her.

A strangled cry drew the boys' attention out of their own thoughts and back to the bizarre scene in front of them. Asher, once again human and with her skin still rippling from the change, was crouched on the ground, her face in Amelia's hands and tears streaming down her face, cutting through the grime. Amelia's hands seemed to be the only thing keeping Asher upright and even so, she was sagging heavily against the support, her body bent with exhaustion and her wounds still bleeding freely. Her side and lap were covered in blood, as were her hands and arms. She would have been frightening except for the defeated look on her face.

"I can't... can't heal," she gasped, blue eyes impossibly wide and tear-filled. "No... control. I can't heal..." Asher gasped as if she couldn't breathe. She looked so afraid.

Asher collapsed, eyes rolling back in her head, skin turning deathly pale almost before their eyes and small convulsions rocking her body. Amelia fell on her sister, grief and worry pouring from her mouth and eyes, hands scrambling to hold pressure on the wound created by the Alpha. The blood seemed to be coming faster than before, probably due to the rapid and uncharacteristic changes back and forth.

"Asher! Asher, you can't die! Asher!" Amelia wailed, all her medical knowledge and composure gone out the window. "DAMN IT, YOU CAN'T DIE!"

Sam pulled the distraught Amelia from Asher and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as still as he could against his chest as she cried and screamed for her sister. Dean went to Asher, taking Amelia's place, and crouched beside her. As he did so, he realized what kind of pain she was in, both physical and mental. He gently touched her cheek and she rolled into his hand, a moan escaping her lips and her hands lifting towards the touch; uncovered, the amount of blood was startling.

She was pale and clammy, sweating and cold at the same time. Her eyes, when he could see them, were halfway between blue and green and were misty, almost as if she couldn't focus, or not on anything physical. There were fresh claw marks on her stomach, but they looked they were coming from the inside, as if her wolf was trying to actually claw its way out, as if there was actually a physical wolf inside her, not just a metaphysical one. Asher was making a noise that sounded like a distant scream, quiet and thin, but just as alarming.

After some quiet cursing under his breath, Dean gathered himself together and started doing... something.

Dean removed his jacket and balled it up so he could push it against the wound in her side. The fabric soaked up the blood quickly, but Dean didn't flinch; he was happy to see the blood start to slow and he had been covered in blood before. A fraction of the colour reappeared in Asher's skin and she opened her eyes. She didn't seem to see anything though, as her eyes rolled around in her head and she continued to twist under Dean's hands, muttering half-formed words around noises of pain. Dean had seen a lot of scary and terrible shit, but this was by far the worst he'd seen so far. Asher was so in control of herself and such a force to be reckoned with, that—like when she was vulnerable and chained to the bed—it bothered Dean greatly to see her so unlike herself, so out of control and fighting for her life. He had gotten used to the idea that she wasn't going anywhere. Asher wouldn't let herself be shot in the chest, plus, no one would know to have silver bullets unless they knew what she was. Dean had adjusted to the fact that she was strong, nearly immortal and now... now she was on the edge of death, fading away beneath his hands...

At least you'll have company in hell, a small voice said.

Dean shook his head to rid himself of the thought and turned his attention back to Asher, sniffing back his emotion as discreetly as he could.

Her eyes were green again.

Apparently, in the face of her fading control and life, the beast inside her was attempting to take control, to assert herself and take control. But Dean could see Asher fighting—the fresh claw marks appearing on her stomach were evidence of that. He timidly put his hand over those marks and felt something sharp behind her skin.

"Shit."

"Dean..." she breathed.

He grabbed her eyes with his, slightly startled by her voice. "Hold on Ash. We'll get you through this. Keep fighting."

"I'm losing, Dean..."

A loud growl erupted from somewhere behind them. Dean looked over his shoulder and saw one of the werewolves in human form—a young woman with short blonde hair that had been styled in spikes at one point—climbing out from a pile of bodies. There was a nice big hole in her side, but the bullet had gone through and the haze of the silver had obviously worn off. She had survived and she was pissed. She was looking for blood and apparently, she had targeted Asher; her dark eyes were set and her hackles were raised. Her skin began to ripple, but she didn't change. Clearly, she had control, even in her enraged state.

Dean remained on the ground, holding pressure on Asher's wound. Sam let go of Amelia and blocked the wolf from charging anyone else, grappling with the beast.

Amelia crawled along the ground to her sister. She had stopped crying. Maybe there were no tears left. She knelt beside Asher, body bent over the wound as if she was protecting it; she was muttering softly, attention completely focused on her sister, hands hovering over the blood. Dean shifted so she could hold pressure and moved to Asher's head again; the werewolf stared up at him like he was the last thing left.

The wolf who had awoken threw herself suddenly at Sam, breaking through his defences. The younger Winchester gathered his wits about him as the wolf stumbled past and wrapped his long arms around her middle, tackling her to the ground and attempting to pin her there so she couldn't get to Asher, even as she clawed at the ground and tried to pull herself and Sam along. She growled and snapped and tried her best to bite Sam.

Asher looked up at the noises, her eyes gone green and wolfish again.

"Back up, back up!" she managed to order.

Dean scrambled backwards, sensing the impending change and that Asher had no more control to use. Amelia however, did not move. Her hands were still clamped over her sister's wound and Amelia's thoughts were somewhere else. She was still muttering with eyes wide in horror, shock and worry.

"AMELIA!" Asher roared.

The other wolf responded to the noise and bucked under Sam's superior weight; even so, he was having a great deal of trouble keeping the tiny woman in place.

Asher's skin started to ripple again under Amelia's fingers and she still wasn't moving. Dean grabbed Amelia and dragged her backwards as he tried to prepare himself. He knew this couldn't be easy—transforming back and forth so rapidly had to hurt. Dean was worried Asher would lose control completely and not come back, but he couldn't say that, not when Amelia could hear him. He'd worry about that later—if they lost her, if they couldn't get her back. He concentrated on dragging Amelia away from Asher and pushed his negative thoughts away.

Asher rolled onto her stomach, blood streaking the grass as she moved.

"Dean," Amelia mumbled. "Dean, she can't change again. She won't survive it. Dean, she can't. She can't. She's going to get lost. You have to Dean. Dean, you have to."

Frozen with indecision, Dean looked back and forth between Asher and Amelia. Amelia looked close to breaking and Asher was close to changing, trying and failing to push herself to her hands and knees. Sam was still struggling with Blondie. Dean pulled his gun out from his belt, because that's what Amelia was talking about: killing Asher if she changed, because if she changed, she might not be able to come back. He looked down at Amelia. "Get out of here, Amelia. Hide. Don't watch." He didn't wait to see if she moved. Dean took a deep breath and approached Asher at the same time Sam finally gathered some ground with Blondie.

The taller Winchester managed to get his arms around her again, just as she was making a leap for the incapacitated Asher. He grabbed his gun and pressed it into her back above her heart and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Blood splattered over his face and neck, but Blondie fell forward.

"Get to Amelia, Sam."

Startled, he looked up at Dean, registered the gun in his hand and then nodded. He disengaged himself from the body and jogged across the space to Amelia, who was still watching.

Dean now stood over Asher, fingers tight on his weapon. Asher was struggling on the ground and making choking noises, but she wasn't bleeding very much at all, which was the only encouraging sign. Her skin was rippling and the claw marks on her stomach were darker, more pronounced. When she sensed Dean to her right, she snapped with a mouth that had elongated slightly into a muzzle. Her teeth were pointed slightly and her eyes were completely wolf.

"Ash, don't make me do this..." he breathed.

She snarled, her mind, at least on the surface, no longer human. Asher reached out with a half-transformed claw and took a swipe at Dean's leg. He backed off.

"Ash." He wanted to say more, but his voice broke.

He lowered his gun at Asher's chest. She snarled again, a growl emanating from low in her throat.

"I'm so sorry," Dean nearly gasped.

Asher levelled her wolfish eyes on him. His finger squeezed down on the trigger. She growled again, the noise turning into a pained moan.

She was fighting it.

She was still fighting it.

Dean let up, but only just. He watched black fur start to spread across Asher's face and watched human emotions flood across those green eyes. Her bones began to break and her form grew to the size of the wolf as the fur took over the rest of her naked form. There was a flash of her in full wolf form, eyes still locked on Dean, but that was it. Almost instantly, the change began to recede.

Her eyes never left Dean's, not until she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

Author's Note.

SUPERNATURAL IS BACK.

Okay, how many times has THAT been an author's note?

Oh well. I'm super happy! Sam is back to being Bambi, Dean is back to being funny, and there's some serious shit going down. It's exactly what it should be and I am pleased. Very, very pleased.

Anyways, please enjoy and sorry it took so long.

Next Chapter: Never Seen That Before.