Sam looked at Dean, who was still out of it. Becca had been gone awhile, and Sam was beginning to grow even more worried because of it. He decided to leave Dean there, and grabbing a spare gun just in case, followed the path he saw Becca take. Why did Becca have to run off without him? He kept asking himself as he found paw prints following her footprints, and then drag marks leading off through the trees. He quickly went running to follow it, and after a little while came across Andrew standing in a clearing, holding unto a dead looking Becca.
"What have you done to her?!" Sam yelled, his mind racing back to what Andrew said he would do. He lifted the gun and fired a shot into the arm that was holding Becca. It began to sizzle as the silver seeped into the werewolf's arm, and he dropped Becca, growling.
"Damn you, Winchester." He ripped the bullet out and then began to gallop away. He paused only briefly to look at Sam. "You might have the slut back, but you won't be getting Amanda."
"Get back here! Chase…….Chase!" Sam raised his gun to shoot again, but Andrew was already gone. He ran over to Becca's side instead, wondering why she just didn't listen to him. He lifted her up, examining her to make sure she didn't have any injuries.
"Sam, I'm awake, and please don't yell at me right now. I know where he has Chase and we need to go find her." She told him.
He looked down at Becca; he wasn't going to yell at her. He was so worried about her and Chase. "Come on, Bec, we have to find Chase." He said sternly, helping her to her feet.
Becca smiled at him and grabbed his hand. "Come on, Chase is this way."
Sam smiled slightly at her and hurried along with her. "Becca, I'm sorry, okay? I just don't want anything to happen to you. It's like you're my little sister I would do anything to protect."
"It's okay, Sam, I completely get it and I love you for it. You just need to trust me and know I can handle myself, okay? You can't be there all the time," Becca said, continuing to lead him through the trees.
Sam was a little shocked when Becca said she loved him for it; she was only seventeen and as cold as it might sound, Sam wasn't sure he wanted to be dealing with a crush right now.
"And I'm sorry for being a brat earlier," Becca went on. "I totally deserved you yelling at me and getting caught by Andrew. I was way too cocky."
Sam didn't comment on that. He didn't agree, actually, because he felt his yelling at her made him seem a little too much like his father.
"I hope you know where you're going, Becky," He said instead. He smiled at her.
Becca glanced back at him, smiling as well. "Of course I know where I'm going. I'm awesomely good at direction and finding my way around places."

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Dean felt cold, and he couldn't figure out why. He opened his eyes and saw the car ceiling, and he got a funny expression on his face. That is, until he heard a wolf cry and sat bolt upright in his seat. Memories of what had happened earlier came filtering back into his mind and he placed a hand to his head. It had all happened so fast when he had found himself flying and hitting a tree and now, somehow, in his car. As quick as he could, he grabbed a spare flashlight and gun and climbed out of the impala. His brother was nowhere to seen, and as much as Dean wanted to yell out for him, he knew that was a stupid idea. He might just attract the attention of somebody else. He didn't understand how or why Sam got out of Andrew's grip, or even why Sam would go back out and look for the werewolf and leave him in the car.
Thoughts filled Dean's mind as he walked through the woods, scanning the area. Nearby he heard a rustling in the bushes and he swung the flashlight and gun, expecting to see Andrew standing there.
"HEY!" He yelled, and then the shadows became clearer and he saw that it was Becca and Sam. "Jesus!" He shouted as his heart jumped. He lowered his gun, his flashlight still shining in Becca and Sam's faces.
"What the hell?" Said Becca, blinking back from the flashlights gaze. She glanced at the ground and then turned to Sam happily. "Hey, we're still going the right way!" She looked back at Dean and raised a hand. "Um, Dean, could you maybe shine the flashlight at the ground? I kinda like being able to see."
Dean lowered the flashlight, frowning at both Becca and Sam and feeling light headed from being thrown about by the son of a bitch earlier. He shined the flashlight to see what Becca had been looking at and saw paw prints followed by what looked like drag marks.
"Okay, so no offense, but what the hell are you doing here?"
"I kinda snuck Chase out of the hospital and came here to help you guys out a bit. I also saved Sam's life and got Chase kidnapped. That's what those tracks are." Becca responded.
"Oh, nothing serious then," Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Sam, putting on a cocky smile. "Got saved by a girl, huh, Sammy?"
He realized he shouldn't have said it after the words were already out of his mouth. Sam wouldn't have needed saving from Becca if Dean hadn't frozen up earlier. What was wrong with him? Was he having some sort of break down?
"We should probably go find Andrew and Chase, guys, time's running out."
Becca's voice stirred Dean from his thoughts and he nodded. "You're right……just this once." He smiled to himself and then stopped; his back was killing him and he probably fractured something.
He shined the flashlight on the ground again and they began to follow them until they stopped. "Erm, guys?"
A twig snapped somewhere behind them and Dean turned quickly, scanning the area. He rested the flashlight on top of the gun and with both hands looked around. He turned quickly at Becca's voice.
"I knew I smelt something disgusting."
Walking towards her was Andrew, and she backed up towards Dean and Sam.
"Why do you always have something negative to say, Miss Becca? Now my feelings are hurt and I don't like it when that happens."
Becca shot back. "What feelings?"
Andrew growled and Dean stepped forward, beginning to talk just to get the focus off of Becca.
"Seriously, I could stand here all night and listen to your problems, but -"
"You're one to talk about problems, Winchester. You couldn't even save your brother back there." The werewolf responded, his voice somehow sounding low and cool despite its growling undertones.
Dean froze, his gun pointed straight at the creatures chest. His gun was at the ready, but he couldn't pull the trigger. He just couldn't. A dark memory from long ago nagged at his conscience. He kept his eye on Andrew, his mind racing.
Come on, Dean! What the hell are you doing?
He glanced at Sam, who was standing right next to him, gun drawn just the same.
Becca spoke up, "Where's Chase?"
"And why should I tell you? All you need to know is you'll be joining her soon. Well, after I take care of the Winchesters and have some fun with you, of course."
"You'll never have fun with me. Now where the hell is she?" Becca demanded.
"You're a sick dog." Dean commented. "No pun intended," He added, laughing to himself.
"That's it, Winchester, laugh it up. You can't hide the truth, I can see right through you."
Dean held the gun steady, pressing his finger ever so slightly on the trigger; he wanted to kill him so badly. Andrew tutted and shook his head, walking over to Dean; upright and on his back paws.
"You kill me, and you'll never see your cousin Chase ever again." He burst into menacing laughter then.
"Where is she?!" Dean demanded, yelling as loud as he could.
"Temper, temper," Andrew said, shaking his head.
"TELL ME OR I SWEAR I'LL-"
"Or what? You'll shoot me?" Andrew stepped forward, his chest now right up against the muzzle of Dean's gun, knowing full well Dean wouldn't shoot him.
"Hey, Andrew," Becca said from somewhere behind Dean.
Andrew kept his eyes on Dean. "Do you have a death wish, Becca?"
Becca walked up and stood next to Dean. He cast a sideways glance at her, wondering what exactly she was planning.
"I'm going to give you three seconds to tell us where Chase is before I stop being nice," She said, eyes on the werewolf.
Andrew turned, his attention going from Dean to Becca. "You really think you can make me tell you?"
"One. Two. Three," Becca counted off, and then set her jaw.
"That really worked." Andrew laughed.
"I knew that wouldn't; this might, though."
Dean watched in amazement and utter shock as Becca focused her attention on the hairy creature and he flew backwards, landing hard in the dirt, Becca not even touching him. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened slightly as he glanced at Sam before turning his attention back to Becca. She walked over to Andrew, who was lying on the ground, and looked down at him.
"Ready to tell us or do you want to go for round two?"