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 Ten: Worst News Ever.

Asher woke up half an hour later, the drugs gone from her system only to be replaced by a gnawing hunger. Amelia checked her over thoroughly and made her older sister take a shower and let her bandages be replaced before she could even think about food. Dr. Shaw even made Asher change out of her pyjamas and find clothes that she could wear comfortably in the truck before she starting eating because once she started, Asher would not stop for anything short of the death of one of her friends, her family. When she was finally allowed, she fell on the McDonald's bags like the beast she sometimes was, barely tearing the wrappings from the food before she shoved it in her mouth and not caring that the food was cold; it had come from the highway. Sam brought the other three hunters had a pizza from one of local restaurants, and they weren't finished until long after Asher had started begging for more food. Amelia had immediately set about making whatever she could out of the food that was left in the motel room and Sam had started moving around, packing his things. Dean and Asher were staring at each other across the small dining table.

"Why are you so sullen all of a sudden?" she asked, biting into the first peanut butter and jelly sandwich of the stack Amelia had just dropped in front of her with the firm declaration that the only food that was left were a couple oranges, half a carton of milk and half a sleeve of Oreos, so she was on her own. Amelia had then gone to starting packing her and Asher's things. They were going to be heading out as soon as everyone was packed and ready.

Dean shrugged as he watched Amelia cross the room. He shoved his last pizza crust around the paper plate he'd been using.

"And why have you been looking at me funny since I woke up?" She saw Dean start to blink as he looked for a lie to give her. She beat him to it. "Oh don't pretend you weren't, Dean. I caught you looking over your shoulder and peeking around Sam and Amelia. What's up with you?"

He level a look at her for a moment and then sighed and gave her the truth. "You said some emotional things when you were drugged," Dean said, getting the reaction he'd expected. Asher's cheeks flushed and she bared her teeth at Dean, warning him that if he brought any of it up—anything she remembered—he'd be dead. "I didn't take any of it too seriously," he assured her as he reached for one of her PB&J sandwiches.

She swatted his hand away. "Liar."

"Maybe." Dean ran a hand backwards over his hair and fixed his hazel eyes on Asher, trying to let her see how shaken he was. Her nostrils flared and he knew she'd picked it up, albeit by scent and not sight. "Look Ash," he said, voice quieter. "What you said... Don't worry about it. I'm not going to say anything."

"I know that Dean," she snapped, rolling her eyes and shoving the rest of her current sandwich into her mouth. The werewolf chewed slowly, blue eyes never leaving Dean's face until after she'd swallowed and she was reaching for the carton of milk. She started in on another sandwich and still her stomach growled. "Damn it, I hate painkillers. They make me so fucking hungry." Asher growled low in her throat and took another large bite. "I don't remember what I said, but if you're this shaken, it must have been pretty deep." She held up a hand as she chewed, keeping Dean quiet. "But even if I'd revealed my deepest, darkest secret you wouldn't be this uptight and I know it's not just because we're parting ways."

"Asher," Amelia called across the room. "Do you really have to talk with your mouth full?"

"You know Asher, she has a point," Sam said. "You really are at your most attractive when you're eating."

Dean gave a half-hearted chuckle before rubbing his hands over his face; Asher proceeded to grin and throw one of the oranges at Sam. The moment passed quickly however. Amelia and Sam were busy chatting on the other side of the room, laughing about something; if he was going to tell Asher what was up, now was the time. He wanted to tell her in private, deal with her reaction before he told Amelia, but he knew it wouldn't stay between him and Asher for long anyway, even if they were locked in a room. Asher was bound to freak out. Loudly. "Ash... I have something to tell you, but you have to let me get through it before you scream, yell or hit me, okay?"

Asher chewed slowly again as she watched Dean. Her nostrils flared again. "Fine." It wasn't a promise, but it was as close as he was going to get. He didn't think it would matter.

"I made a deal," he said as fast as he could.

Her blue eyes narrowed sharply and she dropped the sandwich back on the plate. She turned and put both her hands palms-down on the table, leaning forward; a dangerous posture for the werewolf. "A deal with who, Dean?"

"You said you'd let me finish—"

"Who?" she hissed.

"A crossroads demon."

Asher did something then he hadn't expected. She went quiet. She sat back in the chair and continued to stare at Dean, waiting for him to say something or do something, anything, her arms crossed under her chest and the most hostile look he'd ever seen directed at a friend on her face. Dean didn't say anything, just let her stare it out. Her eyes started to swirl with the lighter blue of her wolf, but she chased it away with a shake of her head. Finally, she ran the fingers of one hand back through her black hair and sighed heavily. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, they were hostile again, but they were the normal cobalt blue.

"How long?" she asked.

Dean didn't have to ask what she was referring to. "Around three months."

"Out of a year?"

Asher still wasn't yelling, but Dean could tell it was close. All he could do however was nod.

"Three months out of a year? A year?" She cursed under her breath, said something he couldn't make out that sounded like a threat. Then she started yelling, out of nowhere. "How could you make a hell deal Dean?" she barked, rising to her feet and slamming her hands against the table top. She had drawn the attention of Sam and Amelia but she didn't care. "How could you throw your life away? You're not stupid enough to think you'd get something out of the deal without dying! HOW COULD YOU DO IT DEAN?"

"I DID IT TO SAVE SAM!" Dean replied, rising to his feet.

"And we've spent most—"

Asher wheeled on the taller Winchester and took several quick steps across the room, teeth still bared and fingers tensed like claws. Amelia jumped in front of Sam, arms out in front and Dean grabbed Asher's arm, pulling her back around until they were almost touching, more than close enough to see each other's anger. Dean was angry because he knew he'd done the right thing to save his brother from the Yellow-Eyed Demon and Asher was mad because Dean hadn't told her what he was going through. Dean hadn't meant to hurt anyone when he'd saved his brother and Asher, for some bizarre reason felt guilty. They started staring at each other again and Sam and Amelia took that moment to take the bags they had packed out to the waiting vehicles and leave the more volatile hunters alone.

As the door shut behind them, Asher bared her teeth again, but it wasn't as much a gesture of aggression as it had been before. It was a gesture of frustration, but it was more potent because they were standing closer together. "How could you not tell me Dean?" she whispered.

"I..."

"I care about you Dean."

"I know you do, Ash..."

"I care about you a lot and the thought that you're only going to be around for three more months, if that..." She grabbed the front of his shirt and balled her hands into fists and pulled Dean against her, looking down at her hands. He placed his hands on her hips and looked down at Asher from the couple inches he had on her. "Dean, I am not prepared for this," she said, her voice barely audible. Asher leaned into Dean and put her forehead against his chest. "I'm prepared to get the shit kicked out of me; I'm prepared to face death with every case... Fuck Dean, I'm prepared for almost anything, but the thought of losing you..."

"I thought the painkillers had worn off."

Asher sniffed back the sudden tears in her eyes. "Shut up Dean." She pulled back from the hunter and dropped onto the closest bed. Dean sat down beside her. "How could you not tell me?"

"I don't know, Ash, really. I haven't really told anyone. The more people who know—"

"It becomes more real. Gotcha." Asher leaned her head on Dean's shoulder and sniffed again; maybe the painkillers hadn't worn off all the way yet. Or maybe she was just emotional. Nah.

"You know Ash, you could help make my last few months on Earth memorable," Dean whispered against the top of her head.

Asher sat up and turned to look at Dean, who was grinning at her with his favourite sleazy look in his eyes and suggestive smirk on his lips. She loved the look, but she scoffed and shoved Dean off the bed, a small laugh escaping her lips. "You're a pig Dean."

He pulled himself up to look at her over the edge of the bed and said, "Can you blame me?"

The distraught werewolf dropped to the floor with a thud and leaned back against the bed. Her injuries were a little sore and stiff, but she took to the uncomfortable position because it put her close to Dean and she really didn't want to be anywhere else at the moment. She didn't care about the pain. "No, I can't blame you," she whispered, turning so her face was close to Dean's.

He moved so their noses were touching and then kissed her. Asher kissed him back and wished more than anything that her and Amelia weren't leaving then, that the life of hunters allowed them to stay in one place for longer than a little while, that she and Dean could hole up somewhere for a few days and just... be. Somewhere in her mind, Asher knew that she had fallen for Dean and fallen for him hard, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Dean and Asher pulled back from each other at the same time and Dean got to his feet before helping Asher to hers; he had known she was in pain sitting on the floor.

The door opened and Sam and Amelia walked slowly in, testing the situation. When no one yelled or threw anything or attacked, Amelia walked over to her sister. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"Good." Amelia turned to Dean and punched him lightly in the shoulder. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Was I just supposed to let Sam die?"

"No, but I wasn't talking about that. You're an idiot because you didn't tell your werewolf that you gave your life for your brother's when you knew she'd get angry. You're an idiot because you're still trying to soldier through everything alone when you have friends and family who are here to help you through it." She punched him again, but there was a smile on her lips. "You're just an idiot, Dean."

He hugged the girl, knocking her cowboy hat off her head. "Thanks Amelia."

Asher walked over to Sam and stared up at him. "I'm sorry I got so angry."

"It's all right Ash. I understand why."

"It was still stupid, Sam. But I would do the same for Amelia, so I have no right to get mad."

"Don't worry about it Asher."

The werewolf hugged Sam, something she didn't do often. "I guess we'd better get going before it gets too hard to walk away."

Sam nodded. "We'll see you again before his time is up," he whispered.

"You'd better. Even if you have to drag him to wherever we are."

"I promise, Ash."

"Good."

The hunters set about packing up the rest of the room in silence, each moving about as if they knew where the others were going to be. That wouldn't be that farfetched, either, but it wasn't the reason. No one wanted to press any buttons and set off another screaming match. There was a tension under the calm surface that no one wanted to break. When everything had been packed up, the room double-checked for anything left behind, and the Impala and the truck were loaded, the quartet of hunters moved outside into the mild air and Asher climbed behind the wheel of her truck.

"Let's get moving before the sun sets. I want more food."

Author's Note.

So this title is super lame, but it goes with the first one in the next book, as you can see. *points to the chapter title at the bottom of the page* Also, I couldn't think of anything more poetic, so sue me.

And again, sorry it took so long. School sucks.

Anyways, enjoy.

Next Story: She Don't Want the World (ONE-SHOT). Dean and Sam are fighting Changelings and aren't having an easy time of it. They call in Asher and Amelia as backup, but it turns out they aren't needed. By the time they arrive, the monsters are gone and Dean is in the process of saying a very hard goodbye to a woman he cares very much about, a woman he's never mentioned to Asher, not that he had a reason to. Asher's jealous, not that she has a right to be. Can she deal with this new development? Can she accept that she's not the only woman in Dean's life that means something for more than one night?
Next Book: Angels. Dean survived Hell and returned to Earth somehow. Asher and Amelia rush to see him and Sam, who they haven't seen or spoken too in almost a year. When they get there, something weird happens. Something weird that opens a whole can of worms no one saw coming.
First Chapter: Best News Ever.