Anna couldn't believe all that was happening. She'd been ducking down when bullets started flying towards them, and then the car suddenly stopped and her seatbelt had strained with her weight falling forward. And then before she really knew what to do, both doors were ripped off of the car and Chase and Becca were gone. She was in shock, crouching low in the backseat, wondering what she should do. Chase's bag of guns sat right next to her, open and full of loaded weapons. She hoped Dean and Sam were on their way, but she had no way of knowing if they were.
Becca's body suddenly slamming into the side of the car caught her attention, however.
"Do you honestly think that would have stopped me?" Someone was snarling at Becca, holding a hand to her neck, choking her.
"No, but this will," Anna heard Becca reply, although shakily from being choked. She didn't see what Becca did, but she heard someone laughing.
"Wow, you are dumb." Came the other response and Anna knew then what she needed to do. She rummaged around in Chase's bag and pulled out one of the guns, and then climbed out of the car.
She pointed the gun at Nicholai, aiming to kill him. He noticed her, however, and pulled a gun of his own out, aiming as well.
"No!" Becca yelled, seeing the gun. She pushed on Nicholai's arm as he fired and Anna squeezed her eyes tight as she fired. Nicholai's shot pierced her side and she fell, hitting her head on the side of the car. She heard a car roar up then, and hoped it was Sam and Dean, but then everything went black and she passed out.

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Dean stepped out of the impala – just in time to see Anna fall. Sam ran to her side, and Dean felt like his heart had been punctured. But it didn't matter….he had a job to do.
He gripped his gun as Andrew came out from the trees nearby and Nicholai ripped a bullet out of his arm.
"Andrew!" Nicholai growled. "You two shouldn't be alive. Deirdra was supposed to take care of you."
Sam stood up, pointing his gun at the wolves. "Well, I've got news for you. You see this? I wasted her. Just like you and your friend will be."
Dean knelt next to Anna as Sam spoke. "Anna? Anna, can you hear me?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. She didn't respond at all, and it made Dean want revenge more then anything.
He stood up, looking at Nicholai and Andrew. "What's the matter, guys? You don't look too good."
Andrew laughed. "Shoot me, come on. It won't have any effect on me."
"Far out, I hate werewolves." Sam muttered, raising his gun and shooting Nicholai three times in the heart. "You might not be able to die, Andrew, but your friends, or should I say victims? Can."
Nicholai backed up, falling into a tree. He looked at his chest and then at Andrew, and then slid down the tree, falling dead.
Dean just looked at Sam, deep down worried about his brother's actions. Sam then knelt next to Anna, who still hadn't moved.
"Dean, she isn't breathing."
Andrew laughed. "Uh oh, Dean, your little lady over there isn't breathing."
"Shut up!" Dean shouted through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I forgot. You would rather take lives then save them."
"You don't know me!" Dean shouted, his anger jumping up a notch. He fired one single bullet into Andrew's chest, which had no effect whatsoever. Andrew simply looked down at it, the silver starting to steam, and reached in and pulled the silver out.
Then, before Dean had a chance to react, Andrew had run and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. He started punching Dean in the face; furious blows that rocked Dean's entire body. With his free hand, Dean reached for the gun he had dropped, and with some difficulty, pointed it at Andrew and shot him two more times in the chest. This seemed to hurt the werewolf at least enough to get him off of Dean, and he sneered, then turned and disappeared into the woods.
Dean laid on the ground for a few moments, his face bruised and bloody, and then slowly got to his feet. For the first time he noticed Becca lying on the ground by the back wheels of the car and hurried to her side. He checked for a pulse, and fortunately, he found it.
"Sam, how's Anna?" He called to his brother, swallowing the lump in his throat. He checked Becca over, examining the wound she had on her head, when something else occurred to him.
"Sam………where's Chase?"