Chase crouched down low outside Andrew's house, watching from behind an old beat up pick up truck. She'd had a brief chat with her storekeeper friend and discovered that Andrew lived in a big house out on some property. So now Chase was squatting beside a truck parked just outside as a black car roared up. Andrew stepped out of it and walked into the house. Fortunately, he didn't seem to arm it with an alarm, and Chase took her chance.
Staying low to the ground, she ran to just outside the car. She opened the door and slid inside. She was in the midst of hotwiring it when Andrew reopened his front door. Chase ducked down low, hoping Andrew wasn't planning on getting in his car again. She heard car doors open and footsteps on the graveled drive way and ducked down even lower, just in case.
"Ah, Nicholai, good to see you again," She heard Andrew say. "And Deirdra, always a pleasure."
Someone said something, but this time it was too muffled for Chase to hear, and then a gruff voice said angrily, "What do you mean you were followed?"
"Yes, by that same young woman we ran into in Farson and Auburn. I think she's a hunter." She heard Andrew respond.
"You mean that same bitch who shot me?" Again the gruff voice.
"Yes, I believe so. She identifies herself as Amanda, but this time she has others with her. She claims they're relatives, but they don't look a thing alike. The young girl, Becca, I'm not worried about her, but the two men….they may serve as just as big a nuisance as this Amanda."
"Don't worry, Andy, I'll take care of them." Came a silky female voice.
Chase heard footsteps and then a door open and she waited for a few minutes before sitting up again. Hurriedly she finished what she was doing and drove off, planning on retrieving the keys later.
A few more minutes later and Chase was back in the motel parking lot. She parked the newly stolen car next to the impala and walked back into the room with the others. "All right, job done." She announced, flashing them a grin. "Oh yeah, and we might have trouble later."
Sam glanced up at her, his father's journal lying open in his lap. "What do you mean, trouble?"
"Well," Chase placed her hands on her hips. "Firstly, that car out there is Andrew's, so he won't be the happiest camper we could encounter. And secondly, there are two other werewolves and they recognize me, know I'm a hunter, been following them, and figured as much about you guys, too."
Sam just rolled his eyes. "Well blending in is out of the question, unless we get them without Andrew – then they won't recognize me or Dean." He said, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That means we have three werewolves to eliminate. Did you hear anything interesting that may give us a bit of an advantage?"
Chase sank back into the chair she'd been sitting in earlier. "One is named Nicholai and the other is named Deirdra. She said she'd handle you two, but that's about it. I'm not sure what they look like, but I bet I could pick 'em out in a crowd."
There was a knock at the door then, and Sam stood up to answer it.
"Oh, hey, Anna," Sam greeted the new arrival, letting her in.
"Hey, everybody," Anna smiled at the group, setting a bag down near one of the beds.
There was a crash that came from the bathroom, and then Dean finally exited, shaking his head. Finally he fixed his gaze on Sam and Chase, obviously not seeing Anna.
"So….what's the plan?"
Sam threw one of the sandwiches at him. "Dean, never drink before 3pm again, please."
Dean put his hands up to catch the sandwich, but being that his reactions weren't at their best, it smacked into his chest and hit the floor. He went to pick it up – and missed it.
Sam laughed at Dean's slurred movements and Chase just shook her head. "Chase overheard the werewolves talking and she heard that one is planning on getting rid of us – Deirdra. I was thinking you and I should go out and walk the town and wait for her to pop up," Sam explained to Dean, who was again attempting to pick up the sandwich and missed it.
Chase just sat watching Dean, amazed he'd gone out and gotten himself drunk so early. Her brows furrowed, watching him bend a third time and finally pick it up.
"I was also thinking," Sam continued. "That Chase, Anna, and Becca could go out and try and keep Andrew and Nicholai busy while we get Deirdra, then when night comes, they come looking for us and we'll be ready with the silver bullets."
Dean walked over to the chair across from Chase and grabbed the arms, slowing easing his way into it. "Okay, sounds like a plan." He unwrapped the sandwich and looked at Sam. "So, is Deirdra hot?" He asked, taking a bite of the sandwich.
Sam cast a glance at Chase and she just shook her head. She glanced at Anna, who was giving Dean a horrified look.
"It's REALLY not the point, Dean." Sam said, snatching Dean's sandwich and taking a bite. "Payback for trying to get me to eat dodgy M&M's earlier." He took the seat in between Dean and Chase. "Just get your act together, Dean, okay? Finish your sandwich so we can go."
Dean gave Sam an unimpressed look, but quickly finished the sandwich and chucked the wrapper in the trash bin. "Okay, lets get these sons of bitches." He said, standing up and grabbing his bag. He swung it over his shoulder, intentionally hitting Sam with it and headed to the door. Sam gave his brother a slight glare, but didn't retaliate as he stood up.
"Okay, Chase, get downtown and try to keep Andrew and the other one busy." He told her, before both of them stepped outside.

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As soon as they were in the impala and on the road, Sam turned to his brother, now certain they wouldn't cause a scene in front of the others.
"What were you thinking?!" He exploded. "You should have known better taking Bec to a bar. She is under age, Dean!"
His brother turned to look at him. "Sam, calm down!" He frowned at Sam. "We were crawling the walls in that place….. This isn't about me going to a bar, is it? You're pissed because I didn't tell you! Sam, what's wrong with you?"
"It's these damn visions." Sam answered angrily. "Do you know how scared I was this morning? I woke up and you weren't in your bed and when I rolled over I had a vision of you stuck to the roof. But it was so real." Sam paused, shaking his head. "I thought you were dead, Dean……just ask Chase."
"Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't know," Dean said, as they pulled up to a stoplight. "Okay, so I should have told you where I was going, but I didn't exactly leave you on your own…." He stopped. "Sam, I don't know what to say, man…I'm sorry."
Sam looked at Dean. "It's not your fault, it's mine. I should try to control these." He said, as he turned the corner. "I just…don't know." He felt he should add something more, but he really didn't know what to say.
A few minutes later and he had pulled into a parking lot of a local bar – the same one Dean and Becca were in earlier.
"Are you okay to do this?" Sam questioned Dean and his level of sobriety, watching him get out of the car.
"Dude, I'm fine." Dean replied, shrugging off Sam's concern.
"Just remember we have to try to get the Deirdra one away from the others so she can think she will be getting rid of us and then we can get rid of her." Sam explained to his brother.
"Okay, so how do you plan on getting her away from the others?"
Sam shrugged, "Well, Chase said she said she'd handle us so I'm guessing she will come straight to us."
They reached the door and both stepped inside.
"Okay, so who's gonna be interested? I mean, if she's hot, I don't mind…" Dean asked, flashing Sam a grin – which quickly disappeared when Sam gave him a look.
"I think you just accepted. And by the time you start chatting her up I can pop back to the motel and work on some way of holding her," Sam said.
They walked to the bar and took a seat. "Just don't get drunk, Dean, you need to be sober for this."
"Dude, don't worry, I won't. Seriously!" Dean insisted.
Sam gave him a look that said he clearly didn't believe him. "Shut up, man!" Dean said, frowning at him.
Sam just shook his head, laughing lightly. He turned to glance around the bar, wondering what this Deirdra looked like.
"Okay, Dean, we need to act as if she is just a normal chick." Sam said, turning back to the bar as Dean motioned to the bartender for two beers.
"Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot," Responded Dean, in a slightly exasperated voice, nudging Sam in the ribs.
"I have no idea who we're looking for. I guess she will come up to us." Sam commented, again glancing around the bar. He turned back when the beers were delivered to them and took a sip, preparing to wait.

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