PREVIOUSLY

Dean opens up into the past and they both decide that it has to end…

Sam runs towards Dean and wakes him back up "Hey are you ok?" asks a scared Sam "Huh, oh um yeah I think….I think my shoulder is dislocated, it looks more crooked then normal" says Dean looking at his twisted shoulder. Sam grabs Dean's arm and pulls him up and puts his arm on his shoulder. The man also regains conscience and looks horrified "Please don't kill me!" screams the man. Sam now being extremely annoyed at what this man has caused and the fact he killed his girlfriend just death stares the man and puts Dean into the car.

Dean is lying fast asleep on Sam's bed, the bed covers all over the place with Dean's leg hanging of the side of the bed and his injured shoulder on top of his stomach. Sam is on the computer looking into werewolves and their history. He looks back every now to make sure Dean is ok, he feels guilty for hurting him so much. He once more opens up Dean's diary to have a look at his little drawings and there is one of the family. Sam is the smallest one and John on the opposite side and Dean in the middle wearing his leather jacket. Sam smiles at the little drawing and then puts the diary back down when he hears Dean shuffling around in the bed and groaning "Man…I had the worst sleep" "Well from where I was sitting you looked fast asleep" replies Sam "Man…my shoulder canes!" cries Dean "Ohh stop Whining" jokes Sam. Dean just death stares Sam and sits down to watch some television. Sam continues reading about werewolves and finds something interesting "Hey Dean check this out" shouts Sam

"Ooo! Looking up porn are we?" kids Dean as he adjusts his shoulder brace. Sam just sighs and spins the laptop towards Dean who is clearly trying to get sympathy by dragging himself towards the table. "Ok…can you give me a clue as to what I'm looking at?" questions Dean. Sam looses his smile and looks frustrated at Dean "It's a movie! "Anger management"!??" guess Dean, trying to enhance Sam's temper. "No! We missed something…when a person is turned into a werewolf it's by a feral dog or….another werewolf. Maybe we should do some more digging and make sure there isn't another werewolf walking among us" says Sam "Ohh man, I'm so over these stupid mutts, snoopy would be rolling in his grave" jokes Dean. "I don't like it anymore then you, but common, lets question that man that attacked me" says Sam "Oh…this wont be awkward" jokes Dean attempting to get his jacket on, but fails because of his shoulder and just leaves it in the room.

They arrive at the mans house. It's beautiful and big with a nice garden and suburban feel to it. There is a bit of snow on the grass of the front yard and the wind picks up. "Dean! Why didn't you wear your jacket you idiot??" shouts Sam "Because someone wouldn't wait up!" replies Dean "Man what is with theses creepy houses that all look the same" continues Dean " They aren't creepy…they are normal" says Sam "Normal…creepy…same thing" jokes Dean as he makes his shivering body towards what he hops is a heated house. The man that they saved from being a werewolf answers the door and stares at Dean "You! You can't sue me! I didn't do anything! I'd like to see the proof!" shouts the man and goes to slam the door but Dean puts his hand in between and it slams on his hand "Son of a Bitch!!" cries Dean holding his hand.

Sam burst through the mans door and grabs him "Listen we don't want to hurt you…we need you help" says Sam "Well it seems like he's the one doing most of the hurting cries Dean" blowing his throbbing hand. Sam sits down on the mans couch and Dean sits in front of the fireplace on the floor looking like a kid at Christmas huddled near the fire place "Ok now that your done beating me to hell, you mind helping us out?" questions Dean "Yes…yes I'm sorry about that…I'll get you some ice" says the Man "No! Not ice!! Thanks…I'm already close enough to a popsicle as it is thanks" jokes Dean. "What did you say you name was?" ask Sam "Jared" replies the man

"Ok Jared…can you tell us who bit you to transform you into a were…" Sam is interrupted "Listen I want to just forget the whole thing…can we not talk about it" says Jared "No no no no no! You're talking! I didn't get ripped to shreds by you and my brother and my shoulder torn apart AND! My hand shut in a door to be shooed away from some twig of a man!" shouts Dean, standing up from the fire place "Dean..." says Sam trying to calm him down "No…he's right, I tore him to shreds…it's the least I can do" replies Jared. Dean stands there surprised and kind of annoyed…he thought he would get to tackled him. "Well I guess it's for the best my shoulder and hand is sore anyways" Dean thinks to himself.

The boys are back from the man's house after talking to him about who attacked him. "So he got knocked around by his girlfriend hey" says Dean while eating some spaghetti. "Yeah so I guess his girlfriend didn't get attacked…but was the attacker" replies Sam, enjoying watching Dean struggle with his spaghetti because one hand was broken from the door slam and the other couldn't move very well because of his shoulder. Sam tries to hold back the laughter "um…ok…so we need to uh find this girl" laughs Sam. "Dude shut up! You know how hard this is??" shouts Dean and Sam just starts laughing "Alright then! Be that way…let's just find this girl and give her the antidote so we can all move on" continues Dean…..

NEXT WEEK ON WERE IT ALL BEGAN TO END

"Oh my god! He went to the part like that?" shouts Sam "Hell yes! Can you believe him? I was like no!" replies Dean

"Quick! This room needs to be quarantined!! It's deadly!" shouts Dean "Oh no! I left your keys in there!!" shouts Sam "Noo!!!" shouts Dean
May not actually happen...