Sam and Dean had been walking for a little while, Sam hoping they were going the right way. He thought they were, pretty much, but it didn't seem to have taken this long last time. He came around the side of a large oak, expecting to see the shack, but instead, he suddenly found Andrew on top of him. But it wasn't the same Andrew they had run into earlier; now he was far more hairy and far more…..growly.
Sam was thrown to the ground, his flashlight and gun falling out of his hands. The werewolf bent down to bite him and Sam spent a lot of time trying to wrestle the thing off of him. It wasn't much use, though, because Andrew was far stronger, so all Sam could do was place his hands on the werewolf's neck and make sure he didn't bite him. It seemed, however, that Andrew was far more interested in just plain killing him, and placed his hands around Sam's neck, pinning him to the ground.
Sam choked, wondering where his brother was and why he wasn't doing anything. "Dean," he gasped. "Dean…nn……help."
Sam clawed at Andrew's hairy arms, still trying to get him off, but he was losing breath and his head was pounding. He attempted reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a spare gun, but the moment he got it out it was snatched from his hands and thrown into the trees.
The werewolf then turned to look at Dean, who was standing there frozen. "I thought you looked like the strong one. The tough one. And doing a bit of research on your family, you're supposed to the tough one, but you're about as useless as the girls," he said, his voice deep and gravelly and sounding anything but human.
Andrew climbed off of Sam, and walked over to Dean. He couldn't see what was happening, as he was too busy trying to catch his breath, but there was a loud crack, and Sam looked up in time to see his brother sliding down a tree. He didn't even have time to process this, though, because then Andrew was back on him, lifting him up and pinning him against a tree. "It's going to be a pleasure killing you," He said, in his same unnatural voice. "You've been a major pain in my ass, but you won't be much longer. Then I'll get that Chase, or was it Amanda? I don't remember, but she will be next. Oh, and that hot little bitch Becca……well, let me tell you she won't be dying straight away." He gave a sleazy laugh, his hand around Sam's neck again, squeezing. Sam wasn't sure how much longer he could last when suddenly Andrew was thrown away from him, back into the trees and disappearing.
Sam slid down the tree, seeing Becca standing a few feet away, staring at him.
"Sam! Sammy, are you okay?" She asked, rushing over and kneeling next to him.
"Yeah, I will be." He replied, rubbing at his neck. "Dean….Dean!" He tried to call out, but his voice was hoarse and broken up and he couldn't see his brother anywhere. As he stood up, though, something else occurred to him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked Becca harshly. "I thought I asked you to stay at the hospital with Chase and Anna! I thought…..I thought I could trust you. Rely on you." He rounded on her, now yelling, even though it made his throat hurt. It wasn't so much that he was upset she'd shown up to save him, but worried that she hadn't listened to him and what could have happened to her because of it.
"Okay, who the hell just saved your ass?" Becca yelled back at him, her expression furious. "Chase was going and I didn't want her to go alone; she can't drive. Anna's fine, no one knows about her so she's safe. You wouldn't have stayed there if you were told to. Especially if you had a vision telling you what was going on and someone needed your help! Don't even say you wouldn't, either, 'cause I know you."
Sam just looked at Becca, a little taken aback by her yelling back at him. "You did," He said, referring to when she asked who had saved him. "And I'm thankful for that, but I just thought you would have listened to me."
He glanced around, trying to find his gun. He couldn't see in the dark, though, because he couldn't find his flashlight and Becca didn't seem to have one, either. And, to make matters worse, it looked like Andrew was gone, too.
"And now we have a werewolf loose!" He commented angrily, looking around in the bushes. He didn't find his flashlight, but he did find his brother lying unconscious. Sam bent down and hoisted him up, trying to get him back to the impala.
"Look, Rebecca," He began, trying to find the path in the dark. "I was just worried, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you." He told her, trying to wipe from his mind what Andrew said he would do to her.
"It's sweet of you to be worried, Sam, but I can take care of myself. And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." Becca said, following behind him. They walked the rest of the way in silence, both of them somehow managing to get back to the impala. Sam, thankful, placed his brother in the backseat and began to shake him slightly.
"Dean? Wake up."
He shook his brother again, and would have begun to get worried if Becca didn't speak up then.
"Damn it, where's Chase?"
Sam looked back at her; it was the second time in twenty four hours someone had asked him that question. "Oh no." He glanced around, but realized he hadn't seen Chase at all. "Damn it, Bec, that's why I wanted you to stay at the hospital!"
"Like that would have stopped her! She wants to be the one to kill Andrew and she is determined to do it. I'll go see if she's back by the car." Becca said, and then turned and walked away.
"Bec!" Sam called after her, but she was already gone. He couldn't help it if he was worried about her; she was only seventeen and she kept going off by herself, which made him nervous.
He sighed, turning back to his unconscious brother. "Come on, Dean," He said, shaking him and honking the horn, trying to get a response.

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Becca heard Sam calling after her, but she ignored him. She knew she was being a little childish, and probably doing a very good job of pissing him off, but she didn't care. She just continued making her way to the car when she heard someone walking behind her.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Becca all alone." She heard a gruff voice say, and she turned around to see Andrew.
"You have really lame lines, you know that?" She informed him, figuring it not the best idea to talk back to him, but at this point she just didn't care.
"You should have stayed with the Winchesters, because I have plans for you, my dear." He told her, and before Becca could react, he grabbed her and dragged her off into the woods. Her only thought? Damn it, Sam's going to be pissed.