4th chapter

I awoke once again in the hotel bed. Only this time I remembered everything. 'I must have fainted.' I realized, feeling numb. Looking around I noticed the two guys that had "saved me" sitting on the other bed watching me.

"How are you feeling?" The nicer one asked. I stared at him, dumbly. 'How the hell do you think I feel?" I asked. My voice sounded hollow and dead. I couldn't take being alive anymore. I got up and stumbled towards the door. The one who had grabbed me before stood up and walked in front of me.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. I tried to push him out of my way, but he was too strong.

"Get out of my way!" I begged. I couldn't help but start to cry again.

"We know you've experienced a terrible loss, but we don't want you to do anything dangerous to yourself," the one still on the bed told me. "Are there any family members we can contact to come and get you?" 'Ha. Family members?' I thought, bitterly. The only family I had left was Uncle Jim, and he wouldn't care if Alex was dead or not. Dead. I was so used to using that word to describe my parents. It wasn't fair that I had to use it for Alex too. I shook my head.

"How about any friends?" the guy in front of me asked. 'Alex was my only friend.' I thought, sadly. I shook my head again.

"How old are you?" the guy on the bed asked. 'What's with all these questions?' I thought, staying quiet. 'It's not like they really even care.' The guy in front of me started to get impatient.

"Look, we're trying to help you. Just answer the question." he said. I gave him the evil look I gave to everyone when I wanted to be left alone. I usually let my facial expressions do the talking for me. Alex could always read them. The guy on the bed got up and walked to me. I looked in his eyes. They seemed cold and empty. Like he'd been through a lot of bad crap in his life, too.

"I know you're scared. But we wanna help you." he told me.

"What killed my brother?" I asked, bluntly. They looked at each other again. They could read each other, just like me and Alex. The guy blocking the door motioned for me to sit down. I stood there for a moment longer contemplating my choices, then finally went and sat down on the bed I had awoken from. They both sat on the bed opposite from me and the other one started.

"I think we should start by introducing ourselves. I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. What's your name?" 'I don't care what your names are just tell me about my brother!' I thought, annoyed. He didn't seem like he was going to tell me until I told him something.

"Terri." was all I said.

"Is that with a "Y" or an "I"?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "That's with a shut up and start explaining." I said. "Never mind" he grumbled. I glared at them both. "Spit it out." They exchanged looks again.

"You're brother was killed by a werewolf." Sam said. I stared at him, blankly.

"Yeah, they do exist." Dean added. 'Unbelievable.' I thought.

"How stupid do you think I am?" I asked, angrily.

"Well, what do you think it was?" Dean asked, seeming annoyed.

"I don't know, some homeless guy hyped up on PCP?" I said, trying to think logically. "That makes more sense than a werewolf."

"Well, sorry sweetheart, but it was a werewolf. And he was gonna rip your heart out until we got there. So, some appreciation wouldn't hurt!" Dean said, loudly. 'Appreciation?!' I thought, half angry, half shocked.

"My brother is still DEAD!" I yelled, too angry to let my tears out. Sam glared at his brother.

"Let me handle this." he told him. Turning to me he said "We realize that and we're sorry for your loss. But, it was a werewolf."

"It didn't look like a werewolf," I stated. "It wasn't all hairy."

"We're not talking about hollywood werewolves here. We're talking about an real person who has a disease. They grow sharp teeth and claws when the moon is becoming full. But still keep their human form." Dean tried explained. I shook my head, not believing a word they were saying.

"They rip out the hearts of their victims. Or they can turn them into werewolves," Sam explained. "They only way to kill them is with a silver bullet to their heart."

"Well, you guys killed it then, right?" I asked, going along with them. "I saw you shoot it." Dean shook his head.

"No, we injured it, though. So it won't be that hard to find tonight."

"You're gonna kill it tonight?" I asked. They nodded. 'Good.' I thought.

"Then I'm coming with." I stated. Dean let out a laugh.

"No, you're not." he said. I glared at him.

"Yea, I am. I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch that killed my brother. And you're not gonna stop me."

"Well you're not coming with us." Dean said, his mind made up.

"It's too dangerous. You've never dealt with anything like this before." said Sam. I let out a pathetic laugh. "You don't what I've dealt with."

"I'll just go by myself." I said, getting up. Sam got up to stop me but Dean was done.

"Sam, just let her go. If she wants to get herself killed then let her." he said. Sam looked at him like he was crazy. 'Finally,' I thought, exiting the room. 'I'm out of here.'

Sam watched Terri leave wanting to go after her. He glared at his brother.

"Dean are you insane? She's gonna get killed if she goes up against it by herself!" he yelled.

"Would you relax? She didn't even believe that it was a werewolf. She's not gonna try anything." Dean said, confidently.

"Well she seemed pretty set on getting revenge on what ever did kill her brother. So chances are she's still gonna go out there tonight." Sam retorted.

"I doubt the werewolf is gonna be in the same place two nights in a row," he said. "She'll be fine."

"But what if she's not?" Sam asked. "What if we're just letting her die?" Dean tossed the gun he'd been holding to Sam and shook his head.

"She'll be fine."