A Mysterious THING

"So, how's it going here for you two?" asked Dean, wrestling with a hose clamp that had demonically tightened itself since he'd installed it. Possession – he was definitely going to check the wards protecting the Impala before they headed off to their next job…

"Pretty good," said Andrew, shoving a drain pan of coolant out of the way, "We do good business here, and news like Ronnie gets around."

"I hope you mean the welding."

"Yeah, I mean the welding", smiled Andrew. "Hunting isn't all her Daddy taught her. She's damned good – that good, takes a talent. Although frankly, I think some of our regulars just like to listen to the accent."

"So, welding, and making silver ammo, huh?" asked Dean.

Andrew sighed. "And making silver ammo," he agreed. "It's been hard for her, going from 'Hunter' to 'As Normal As You Can Be When You're A Werewolf'. She tried to convince me the vacuum cleaner was possessed – I'm pretty sure she exorcised it."

"How about you? Going from Normal to As Normal As You Can Be When You're A Werewolf?"

Andrew paused thoughtfully. "I'm getting control of it – I'm not as good as Ronnie, I don't know if I ever will be, but… I'm getting some control. Meanwhile, I have Ronnie to keep me in line, just in case." He paused again, smiling to himself. "I gotta tell you, though, the first time I woke up naked and chained to a pipe in the basement with her grinning at me, my mind went somewhere else…

"Aha, I knew she'd end up being kinky," stated Dean, "She's the dominant alpha female type. It's the ones who look like prudes on the outside who will surprise you every time." With a final cussword the hose clamp came loose. "So, you two," he continued, "Apart from basement shenanigans, you, er, getting along okay?" He waggled his eyebrows and smirked.

Andrew fixed him with a level gaze, but a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Dean Winchester, whatever can you mean?"

"You know, you and Ronnie, pair-bonded, as a couple…" he paused – "Domestically, and, er, everything?"

"Domestically, you'd be surprised, although I can't really see her making her peace with the vacuum. As for 'everything', well, really, Dean," said Andrew, with a wide and slightly smug smile, "Would you expect a gentleman to tell you?"

"Hey, I'm not pushing for details," Dean continued cheerily, "Well, actually, I'd be happy to hear details, for educational purposes of course, but, well, a guy can't help but wonder, you know… a werewolf…"

"So, in your Hunting career, and string of one night stands across the country, you've never slept with a werewolf, then?" asked Andrew.

"Not me, no. Sam has, but not me. Although I might've done without realising it…"

"Oh, you'd have noticed something." said Andrew.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Ohhhh, yeah."

They worked in silence for a while, then Dean asked, "How?"

"What?"

"How would I know a girl was a werewolf?"

Andrew appeared to consider the question. "You'd better ask your brother. I'm really not one to discuss the details of, um, after-dark activities." He paused. "Beyond saying there can be a certain amount of howling involved. And not necessarily from her."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "That… interesting, huh?"

" 'Interesting' is one word that would fit, sure."

"What other words would fit, then?" Andrew remained silent, seemingly debating with himself. "C'mon, man," Dean pressed, "You can't leave me hanging like this, it's cruel and unusual!"

Andrew appeared to make a decision. "Okay. Words like: Rampant. Insatiable. Creative." He paused. "Exhausting." His eyes took on a peculiarly introspective-yet-faraway look. "Female werewolves… she does this… Thing…"

Dean's eyes bugged. "A… Thing?"

Andrew turned the introspective-yet-faraway look at him, and slowly smiled. "Yeah, this… Thing…"

"What sort of… Thing?"

Andrew's mouth opened and shut a couple of times. "It's… impossible to describe." He sighed heavily, then leaned towards Dean conspiratorially. "Last week, I swear, I nearly passed out, then slept for twelve hours straight…"

Dean swallowed a couple of times, and Andrew appeared to shake himself. "No," he said, "Don't ask. Ronnie would kill me. No, I'm really not going to discuss it. And for God's sake, don't ask her if you want to leave here with your gonads still attached to the rest of you. Ask your brother."

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