Becca looked at Dean, waiting for his response as she held her hand out. She could see the pain on his face when he spoke about his mother and it made her feel guilty for bringing it up.
Dean looked at her hand and then looked her in the eyes. "Deal." He took her hand and shook it and they continued down the street, arriving at the store shortly. They entered and Dean picked up a basket and handed it to Becca to carry.
"So, what do you fancy?" He asked her, walking down a random aisle.
"Hmm, I want a breakfast sandwich." Becca replied, spotting one and picking it up. "What do you think Sam and Chase want?"
"Sam will eat anything. I really don't know about Chase." Dean said, picking up different things and placing them in the basket. "I don't care, Aframian's buying."
Becca gave him a confused look, but Dean didn't seem to notice.
"Okay, I'll go get some drinks," He went on. "You look for some chocolate or something. Oh, and get some M&M's." Dean winked at her as he backed away and left the aisle. Becca just shook her head; what was up with his winking?
She walked to the candy aisle, looking for the M&M's, and heard foot steps behind her.
"Dean, you find your own damn M&M's." She said, assuming that's who it was.
"Good morning to you, too, Becca."
Becca turned around quickly, finding Andrew standing right behind her. "Sorry, thought you were someone else." She went to step around him, but he blocked her path.
"That's okay. So, I was wondering what happened to you last night. You promised you'd come back." He said, his tone quiet.
"Yeah, well, something came up and plans changed. I've got to go now." Becca responded, trying to push her way passed him, but he grabbed her arm and slammed her into a shelf.
"No one breaks their promises to me, especially not a little bitch like you." Andrew said and Becca winced as his grip on her arm tightened.
"Bite me."
"It would be my pleasure." Andrew smiled at her and Becca realized she probably shouldn't have said that to a werewolf.
"HEY!" Dean appeared behind Andrew and pulled him away from her, shoving Andrew into the shelf across from her. "Don't you ever touch her again."
Andrew snarled under his breath, but only straightened his t-shirt and walked away.
"See you tonight." Becca heard Dean whisper before he turned to look at her. "You okay?"
Becca nodded, sighing with relief as Andrew walked away. "I will be once I get circulation back in my arm. That bastard really needs to die. So, what kind of M&M's did you want?"
She asked Dean, turning to look at the different bags. She didn't really want to get into the whole 'I'm helpless and I need you to save me' mode again, so she thought it would be best to drop it and say she was fine.
"Oh, and thanks. I would have been toast if you weren't here." She added quietly, glancing at her arm and seeing where a handprint was clearly visible. She swallowed hard and went back to looking at the candy, not wanting to think about what would have happened if Dean hadn't been there.
Dean seemed to understand that she didn't want to discuss it, because all he responded with was, "These will do." As he picked up a bag of M&M's….and then took the basket out of her hands. He turned towards the check out counters. "Come on, before they send out a search party."
"Why would they sound out a search party for you?" Becca asked Dean jokingly. She grinned and skipped out of the store before he could say anything….leaving Dean to stand by the counter with a mock shocked expression on his face.

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Chase took Sam's seat by all of the paperwork as he got into the shower and started looking over it. She'd scanned all of it a million times over, but now whenever she had a spare minute she always went back to it, trying to make sure she had all her bases covered. If the werewolf was a bloodline thing, that meant then there was probably more then just Andrew here……there probably were, and she just didn't know it. The store keep hadn't mentioned anyone else being new in town, but then, she hadn't asked, either.
Chase heard the shower go off, and a few minutes later, Sam walked out.
"So, how long have you been following this for?" He asked her, picking up one of the guns on the table and beginning to load it with silver bullets.
"About four months tonight." Chase replied, clicking out of the internet windows Sam had left open. "I've been going from town to town, trying to follow this werewolf, and it's friends, I guess. I've only caught sight of it once, because I always, somehow, miss it. I hope we kill it tonight because we'll have more pairs of eyes."
Sam just smiled at her. "It's a bit different then being alone, isn't it?"
"A lot different," Chase said, beginning to pick up the guns and place them in a duffel bag. "I don't have to be so cautious, and I can sleep……or try to."
She blinked away a sad look as Sam took a seat on the opposite side of the table. "I've been thinking. Two of us should stake out his house after lunch and see where he goes while the others check out leads for new people in town…..then we all follow Andrew at dusk and wait until he transforms; that'll be when he's weakest," He said.
"Sounds like a plan. See, that's another thing: we can cover more ground in less time. I can't do that if I'm alone."