Chase jumped up immediately, her face alert. She looked out the window, saw that the man was Andrew, and then reached for one of her guns.
"Oooh, the ex-boyfriend." Dean laughed, looking out the window at the guy. "Don't worry, Sam, it's just some guy who tried to get it on with Becca." He walked over to Becca, looking at Sam. "Sam, you've gotta get rid of him, he's already seen me with Becca."
"Don't trust him!" Chase said, walking back over to the window. "That man is a werewolf."
"A werewolf? Are you sure?" Dean asked in disbelief, walking back over to look out the window next to Chase.
"He's the lead I told you guys about earlier," Chase went on, ignoring Dean. "I've seen him in every town I've been to while following these things. I bumped into him a few times and I'm sure he'll recognize him." She turned to Becca. "You know him? How?"
Chase eyed Becca a moment before looking at her gun; she wasn't really planning on running out there with it, since she wasn't one hundred percent sure it was the guy (despite saying it was), and the sound of a gun going off would cause quite a scene. Besides that, she hadn't picked up anymore silver bullets since her last run in with them.
Dean looked at her holding the gun and quickly moved in front of the door, blocking her way out. "Hey, whoa…..you're not going to just go and shoot the guy!"
"Did I say I was gonna shoot him? Precaution! I don't trust the guy as far I can throw him. Look, see, he's got that greasy sleazy look to him….." Chase frowned at Dean, not happy he was blocking her way. She didn't even have the right bullets, yet, which actually made her holding the gun look really stupid, but she felt better having it then not having it.
"So, who's gonna go talk to him?" Chase asked, asking the group, but looking at Dean.
"Not me! I mean, he knew I was with Becca…" Dean said, and then gestured to Chase holding the gun. "Why don't you? You seem more prepared."
Chase tucked the gun into the back of her pants. "All right then." She walked outside, heading over to Andrew. He, in turn, watched her. He smiled at her approach.
"Ah, so we meet again." He greeted her. "I don't believe I introduced myself earlier. I'm Andrew." He held out his hand and Chase shook it.
"Amanda."
"What brings you to this part of Wyoming, Amanda? Not much out here in Cowley."
"Just passing through. In fact, I was here to pick up my sister. My cousins and I have been really worried about her…….I think you know her…..Becca?"
Andrew glanced at the motel window before looking back at Chase. "We met earlier; lovely young girl."
"Yeah…..so what brings you to watch our motel window?"
Andrew shifted his weight, giving Chase a look of disdain. "Do I know you?"
"Oh, I don't believe so. Not unless you've been through Farson recently, or Auburn." Chase said, naming off the towns she'd been following the werewolves through, watching Andrew's reaction closely. "See, I've been trying to find a small town to settle down in, that's why I split from my sister." She added.
Andrew looked at her sharply, as if he'd decided at that moment he didn't like her one bit. "Oh no, I've been here awhile now. Grew up here."
"Really? Becca said you just moved here."
"Are you implying I'm a liar?"
"Are you?" Chase continued to watch Andrew, preparing to reach for the gun if she had to. She may not have silver bullets, but he didn't know that.
"I'll see you around, Amanda, nice meeting you." He said finally, and left Chase to watch him drive away.
----------------------------------
Dean stood by the window, watching Chase speak to Andrew. There was a moment when she seemed to reach for her gun, 'causing him to hold his breath, but then the guy left and Chase re-entered the motel room. As she did, she threw the gun on one of the beds.
"He's the werewolf." She announced, and Dean walked over to her.
"You're sure?" He glanced at Becca and Sam, then back to Chase. "Okay then, well, what's the plan?" He asked her; it was strange for him to let someone else give the orders, but since Chase was the one who had done all the research on the guy, he felt it only fair to follow her lead.
Chase shrugged. "I think we should wait till tomorrow night. It's a full moon, so the werewolf will have to change, and at least this way we'll be sure." She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm positive it's him, but in the rare chance I'm wrong, I don't want to take down an innocent man. Besides, I don't have silver bullets; I used them all last time."
"I've got some silver bullets in the trunk." Dean said, glancing at Becca and Sam once again. He had brought Becca here to talk to Sam and so far nothing had been said; the only thing that had happened was Becca looking freaked because they planned on killing a man they believed to be a werewolf.
"Look, guys, hate to break up the party, but I think we owe Becca an explanation." Dean said, looking at Sam to take it away.
"That's an understatement." Becca muttered, still sitting on the bed. "Well, who's gonna explain?" She asked, looking at Dean expectantly. Sam and Chase both turned to look at Dean as well, expecting him to explain and Dean raised his eyebrows; wasn't Sam supposed to do this?
"Okay, so that creepy dude out there," Dean paused, taking a breath. "He's a werewolf." He said simply. He didn't really want to go in depth into why they hunt, what Sam's powers were, and how there really were things that go bump in the night.
"I told you he was creepy!" Becca said, taking this a lot better then Dean would have imagined. "So what are we going to do to kill the bastard?"
"Well, WE," Dean said, pointing at himself, Sam, and Chase. "Are going to go after it and you are going to stay here." He wasn't planning on bringing Becca along, no matter how much she seemed to want to go.
"Um, excuse me? I think I have the right to go, it's not fair that I have to stay here." Becca said, fixing Dean with a glare. "So like I said, what are we going to do about it?"
"Did you hear me? I said no! You're just a kid, I'm not going to baby sit you." Dean said, his voice raising. He stood still, watching Becca, and hoped Chase and Sam would give him some back up, but they both stood off to the side, silent.
"And I said I'm going!" Becca responded, her voice raising to match Dean's. "I'm not a kid and you don't need to baby sit me! I'm not going to sit here like a wuss and do nothing! So let me break it down for you…..I'm going whether you give me permission or not. You can't stop me!"
"Just watch me!" Dean bellowed back, looking at Becca as if she was the annoying younger sister who always wanted her own way. He looked over at Sam and Chase again, not really believing his own ears. This girl wanted to go with them, and she'd never hunted before in her life! And all of a sudden she was arguing with him.
"You don't even know who we are or what we do!" He went on. "You're lucky you're not dead already! Going with strangers?" He took a few steps toward her, trying to get his point across.
Becca's eyes widened, but she stood where she was. "I know all about you, Dean Winchester! I know that you're supposedly dead and I know what happened to your family. I know all about your life. I even know about your mom and that night in Kansas." She closed her eyes, as if bracing herself for him to hit her.
"Don't talk about my family! YOU DON'T KNOW US!" Dean took another step forward, angry that this girl knew so much about his family. He felt like hitting something…… He would never hit Becca, of course, so he shoved a chair sitting next to him across the room. It slid and almost hit Sam and Chase, and while Chase moved out of the way, Sam jumped up.
"DEAN!" He grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him back. "Dean, calm down."
Becca took a step back, fear written on her face. She started to blink back tears. "Fine, you win!" She screamed.
Dean backed up; his hands shaking. He hated when people pried, and Becca mentioning his mom was the last straw. He rubbed his eyes, letting the fight drop. "How do you know that?" He looked back at Becca, who was standing there shaking. "How do you know about us?"
"I-I saw it." Said Becca quietly, looking at the ground and avoiding Dean's eyes. "I told you I saw things. I didn't mean to shout them at you, though. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off."
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked you know about my family." He turned around to face Sam. "I don't understand."
"I completely understand." Becca said, smiling a little. "I'm sorry about freaking you out; I have habit of doing that with people. Anyway, I'll stay here if you insist and not get in your way." She shifted her weight uncomfortably. "I'm gonna go take a walk, okay?" She said, and then without waiting for an answer, walked outside.
"Bec, wait." Sam said, walking out the door after her and Dean just went over to one of the beds, and sank down into it, placing his head in his hands and avoiding Chase's eyes. She was sitting in one of the chairs by the door, and he could feel her eyes on him, which made him feel ashamed at how aggressive he had been with Becca earlier.