Let's pretend I actually do own the Winchesters….okay, moments up. Disclaimer.

Okay, so, last episode was eerily familiar to some stuff that's on here. Writers snooping for ideas? Possible. If so, I just want them to know that I'm perfectly okay with them using this. You know, as long as Jensen and I get a personal introduction…Ha-ha. Yay for dreams! But last episode - Lovely!

"Have you seen my knife?" Dean asked the next morning. It wasn't under the bed, in the drawer, or sitting on the table. He liked that knife. It was his favorite, and he wanted it.

"Up your ass, maybe," Sam whispered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped. The second he found his knife he was going to use it to slit Sam's throat.

"Something obviously is," the younger replied not even glancing up from his computer.

Dean sat heavily down onto the chair beside his brother. "Care to explain?"

"You can't deny that you've been a jerk ever since we left the hospital." A few clicks and Sam seemed engrossed in whatever he was looking at.

Scowling, Dean replied, "You're wrong." He stood up and resumed his search.

"Uh-huh."

Ignoring his annoying, younger brother, Dean fell back onto his bed. Three seconds into the silent treatment he cracked. "Got anything new?"

"You aren't going to like it."

"You know, Sammy, I'm getting pretty sick of the lack of explanation, here."

"Fine." Sam turned form the screen and faced his brother. "Child abductions. Six so far. Nobody has seen anything take them. It's almost like they came out of their houses willingly."

"Humor me. Why is this are kind of thing?"

"They found traces of blood outside each home. A few feet from the initial location they would find the body."

"And?"

Sam sighed, "It looks like a wild animal attacked them."

"And?"

"And," Sam's voice was stretched, "there wasn't a single drop of blood left in their bodies."

"Vampires?"

"Wild animal attack. Vamps kill clean. They don't like waste." Sam returned to his laptop. "I'm thinking- actually, you don't want to know what I'm thinking."

"Tell me what you're thinking, Geek Boy," Dean said to the ceiling

"Wolves."

"Why wouldn't I like that? Werewolves are nothing for us. How many have we killed now?" He regretted the words the second they were out of his mouth, but Sam didn't seem to notice.

"All the kids are disappearing from the Amish town. Their homes aren't too far from Chase's."

You're right, I don't like that, Dean thought. He involuntarily clutched the worn quilt. "Chase must be hunting something." The point wasn't for discussion, but, naturally, Sam scoffed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm sure you're right."

"Of course I'm right." Dean turned on the small television for lack of anything else.

"So, are we going to look into it?" Sam came to stand in front of the television.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean twisted to see the static picture behind him, "Just get out of my way."

"Whatever." Sam pulled on his jacket. "I'm going to grab something to eat. You want me to bring something back?"

"Nah. I'll get something later." He settled back onto he bed as soon as his brother moved.

"I've got my phone," Sam stated walking out the door.

Dean grimaced as the door slammed shut, but relaxed again easily enough. He vaguely heard Sam's voice through the door for a split second and smiled at the thought of teasing him for talking to himself, but that smile was quickly dropped when the door opened again revealing the whole reason for his worry. "What are you doing here, Chase?"

The brunette stood in the doorway, fingering a strand of hair and biting her bottom lip. "I came to," she took a deep breath, "um, ask you something."

"Go ahead." He didn't budge from the bed, hoping she would get the hint and get out.

"The town that borders this one is, um, having some…issues."

"Go on." Dean watched her shift her weight from foot to foot. She was nervous. Good.

"Well, the only thing that separates this town from the bordering one is a long stretch of forest that starts behind my house."

"Yeah?"

"It's our hunting ground," she said softly, "and up until now it's been pretty safe."

"And?"

"And it's not anymore." Dean could hear the 'duh' in the statement.

"Why is that?" No way was he going to make this easy for her.

Chase came deeper into the room and sat down on the chair Sam had just vacated. "Because something's been taking kids right out of their beds at night. People think it's us." She sighed, "Actually, they think it's me, and it would be really nice if you and Sam would just-"

"Stop twitching, Stone. We've already heard about it." Dean moved himself to the edge of the bed. "And we're going to look into it."

"Thank you." She grinned a little. "I really appreciate that."

"We're not doing it for you," Dean was quick to jump in, "We're doing it because people are dying and we might be able to help. That's it."

"Yeah, yeah, of course," she seemed suddenly tense, "I just meant that it was good. That you were looking into it. For the sake of the families."

"Uh-huh." Dean raised an eyebrow. "You know," he said slowly, "I'm going to need background information."

"Background information?" Chase crossed and uncrossed her legs, "Like what?"

"Like who these kids are, the circumstances of their disappearances, if you or the person you live with has seen anything when you've been hunting. Anything that could make this easier for us." He watched her shift in the chair. It was obvious she didn't want to go into the story, but she would if he had any say about it.

"Oh," she paused, "yeah. Background. Um…" she was pulling at the same strand of hair over and over again. Dean was surprised she hadn't pulled it out already. "They all disappear at night and show up the next morning."

"And?" he asked leaning a little closer.

"They're all younger then ten," she replied.

"How do you know?"

"I've met them all," she whispered, "They were all such sweet kids."

Dean snorted. She sounded like an over concerned parent describing her kid's friends. "Anything important?" he asked trying to get her to move on.

She shot him a glare evil enough to freeze any normal man in his tracks. Dean just grinned. "It looks like a wild animal attack," she relented.

"How far is it from you hunting area?"

"It's right in the middle. We hunt around it."

"No wonder they all think you did it. I would too."

"That's the thing, though," she went to work on another strand of hair, "When we first moved here, the town leader, Will, found out what we are, and he knows how we hunt. This shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have done it. I trusted him." Suddenly she wasn't talking about the case anymore.

"Chase," Dean attempted his version of concern, "what happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes immediately wary.

Dean sighed, "What put you in the hospital Chase?"

"I told you," she snapped.

"No, you didn't."

"Well I told you what you need to know." She was panicked. Her eye held the look of a caged animal, and Dean didn't like it, but he still insisted.

"Then tell me what I want to know."

"I don't know what to tell you, Winchester. I was hunting. Some guy attacked me. Now the place isn't safe, and if something's not done we'll have to move." She pushed herself off the chair and started to pace the room. "It figures though. I mean, you don't know how many times we've saved that town's ass, and all they can do to repay us is throw around false accusations and hold town wide hunts."

"Town wide hunts? What were they hunting?" Dean stood as well, but instead of pacing with Chase he simply watched her.

"Me, Dean! They were hunting me! Are you happy now?" She collapsed, Indian style, onto one of the beds. "The whole damn town was invited."

"So they ran you into the road hoping a car would do their dirty work?" he asked in quiet disgust.

"No," she said through clenched teeth, "I ran out in the road myself. It's not my fault I picked the one driver that was actually paying attention to the road."

Dean couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. She had tried to kill herself. He decided right then that he wasn't going to help this town. They were going to suffer for what they did to her.

"Why didn't you just keep running? Your house isn't that far away."

"I had a lot of silver in my system. I wasn't making it farther than that thick, yellow line." The confession was forced. "A car was quicker. Probably less painful, too."

"I'm glad it didn't hit you." His confession was forced as well.

"I'm not," she replied bitterly.

He cautiously sat next to her, all the while keeping his eyes on hers. He didn't want to send her into another alarm. "You never called, Chase."

"How did we make that jump?" Her laugh was acidic.

"I just mean, how would I have known you were dead. I haven't talked to you in a year."

"The phone works both ways, Dean." She stated. Her body was turned away from him, so he could barely see her face.

"Yours didn't"

"What do you mean?" She turned around just enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye.

"I called. Once a day for a week. I wanted to make sure you were okay!" He wasn't yelling, but he was getting close.

"Obviously not! I didn't get a single thing from you!" Chase on the other hand was yelling. Loudly.

"If you're too far out of the country phone calls get a little harder! And you know, if you were so upset about it, you should have taken your own advice and called me!"

"Maybe I was busy!"

"Doing what?" His volume now matched hers.

"Trying to forget you!"

Her comment stopped him. "What?" He asked lowering his voice.

"You heard me." She moved back to the chair. "You know a wolf mates for life. I thought Thomas was that mate. I didn't think something would override those instincts."

"And something did?"

"Yeah," she shook her head, "you did." Suddenly she pushed up form her seat and strode to the door. "Tell me if you need help."

It took a second for Dean to collect himself, and by that time she was already halfway across the parking lot. He ran out the door. "Chase!" he yelled.

She turned on her heel and glared. "What?"

He didn't answer. Instead opting to catch up with her and kissing her right on that smartass mouth of hers. When he pulled back, she just stood there, finally quiet. Her eyes flashed yellow for a split second, and Dena thought he might of imagined it. Yet, right as he was about to ask, she pushed him against the side of a car and returned the kiss. Full fledged, tounge in cheek kissed him.

"How long until Sam gets back?" she asked quickly.

"Not long."

Her face was still inches from his and the fabric of his shirt was pulled tight in her fingers. A moment of indecision passed before she started dragging him behind her. "It only makes sense for you to be close to the woods tonight."

Yeah. It only made sense.