DiScLaImEr.

Isn't that annoying?

What. The. Hell.

One second she's all hot and heavy on top of him, and the next she's running out the door. "Damn werewolves," he muttered pulling his clothes on, "Can't stay still long enough to give a damn explanation." As he pulled on his jacket the door was flung open and a tall, muscular man strode in with an irritated look on his face.

"Where's Chase?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"That's a great question. Let me know if you figure that out." Dean tried to push past the man, but was stopped by the woman who had given Chase the news about whoever it was.

"Where are you going?" she asked with a stern look incredibly misplaced on her face.

"Out." Dean shrugged. "Free country and all."

"Where's Chase?" the man asked again.

"Out," the woman answered still keeping an eye on Dean. "What do you need, Chris?"

"Where's Kisten?" Chris took a deep breath, "and what the hell has been going on here?"

"Kist is out with Maddy. Chase is going to find them, and nothing has been going on in here." She looked at Dean with pleading eyes.

Dean nodded. He got the message. Shut-up.

"I know you're lying, Lilly." Chris sighed, "When are they coming back?"

"I don't know." Lilly's voice was too quiet.

"How long has it been since Chase hunted?" he mused. "A week or more." He turned to Dean. "Who are you?"

"Uh," Dean took a quick look at Lilly who nodded. "Dean."

"Dean. Where have I heard that before?" Chris stared at the wall for a second before snapping his fingers. "Oh yeah, you're…what was his name…Sam! You're Sam's brother!"

'Yeah.." Dean nodded, "How do you know about him."

"He's all-"

"Dinner is ready," Lilly cut in, "Your favorite, Chris." She put a hand on his arm.

"Right," Chris grinned at Dean, "It's nice to meet you." He said graciously before leading the way downstairs.

Lilly hung back. "Coming?" she asked lightly. "Steak."

"I actually have to get back to my brother," Dean replied trying to edge past her. Something was seriously screwed up around here, and he didn't want to stick around long enough to find out.

"Actually, Chase wanted you to wait for her. She shouldn't take that long." Lilly smiled, "Are you sure you don't want dinner? I swear it's edible."

Dean's mouth automatically started watering. "It sounds great, it really does, but I'm sure my little brother's starting to worry, and that's never good. You know. He calls, e-mails, sends smoke signals."

"Huh," Lilly leaned against the doorframe. "Does he send telepathic messages too?"

"I wouldn't put it past him," Dean murmured.

"Well, eating or not, you're going to stay put." She started to leave the room, "Oh, if you need to, you can use the phone in the kitchen. Or the computer…or the fireplace." Snickering she headed down the stairs.

Dean rolled his eyes. After she was safely down the steps he eyed the room, and grinned. How stupid could you get? There was a window in Chase's room. A big window. And, just like he thought, it was easy to climb out of. As his boots hit the soft ground, he could hear Lilly and Chris's conversation in the kitchen. It sounded like they were fighting. He laughed. Something must be off in paradise. Glancing around him, he decided the best thing to do was hike straight through the woods for awhile and then call Sam. Surely, there was a house or something around here somewhere. He regretted not grabbing his phone before leaving the motel. Then again, Chase didn't really give him much of a choice.

"Shoulda asked that squirrel for directions," Dean muttered about a million miles into the trees. He had been hiking for about an hour and so far had come across nothing. A big, fat nada.

A quiet thud drew his attention from his thoughts and to the expanse of brush in front of him. Damning the fact that he had no clue where he was, or what was here with him, he pulled a small pistol out of the waistband of his jeans and leveled it with the middle of the plants.

As he eyed the brush, the sound of voices carried to him.

"…I didn't…."

"…you….lying…."

"Please…."

Suddenly a rabbit hopped out from under the hedges making him jump. Dean glared at it before putting away the gun. Damn werewolves. They always had him on edge. With a sigh, he headed towards the voices. Maybe they could give him a clue to the way back.

XxXxX

Chase found her near the bank of Little River. She knew Madison knew that she was there. It wasn't easy to sneak up on a wolf, regardless if the wolf was half human or not, so Chase hung back, waiting for her to make the first move.

"I'm sorry you had to come all the way out here," Madison said after a moment.

"I'm sure you have better things to do than keep chasing me around."

Chase sighed. It was sad how depressed the girl was. It must have been hard to leave everything familiar behind, and on occasion Maddy would talk about it, but more often than not she just kept it bottled up. Chase hated that.

"You should have told Lilly where you were going," Chase said sitting down beside her. "Kist is out here somewhere, too."

Madison laughed, "Yeah, I saw her. She should be back in a second. She smelt something."

Letting her feet dangle in the cold water, Chase stretched out on her back. It was too cold in Pennsylvania. She missed the sun of Europe.

"You know, I forget how similar they smell."

"Who?" Chase asked shutting her eyes. Damn, she was tired.

"The brothers. I mean, they're different, obviously, but still."

Biting her bottom lip, Chase glanced at Madison. She was spinning the thin gold ring she refused to take off around and around her finger. "You could see him if you wanted to," Chase ventured, "Lilly and I could go with you."

"No!" Madison was adamant. "I don't want to risk hurting him," she said in a softer voice, "I don't know what I'd do if he….I don't know what I'd do."

"Why don't you ask Chase what she does?" Kisten sauntered up behind them.

"Shove it, Kist," Chase said lazily.

"Sorry," Kist came to as top on the other side of Madison, "But, I mean, what are you going to do now?"

"What are you talking about?" Chase asked, still not truly interested.

"Blood for blood, Chase. I smell his all over you."

Taking a deep breath, Chase turned toward her. "I don't know what you smell, Kist, but I have not taken anyone's blood."

"She's right, though," Madison looked up, confused, "There has been blood on you," she paused, "and it does smell like him."

"Yeah, he got a couple scratches," she said darkly. "Not a big deal."

"A couple scratches from what, Chase?" Kisten drew small circles in the dirt with her fingers. "I mean, he was in your room the whole time."

"Drop it, Kist."

"You're not my keeper. Don't tell me what to do."

"I never said I was." Chase closed her eyes again, "Just let it go."

"Chase," Kisten said standing up and strolling behind her, "I will let it go, I swear, but I just want to know one thing."

"What?" Chase asked.

"How did it feel to finally break him?"

Chase jumped up, "I didn't break him," she snapped. "And don't you ever talk about him that way!"

"You shouldn't be lying like that," Kisten laughed, "And he's your shadow now, he should be talked about as such."

"Please," Madison tried to cut in, "calm down, you two."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Kisten," Chase hissed ignoring Madison, "You have no fucking clue."

"You're right," Kisten said narrowing her eyes, "because of you."

"Excuse me?"

"Guys!" Madison exclaimed.

"You told me no, Chastity. You always tell me no." Kisten hissed.

Chase's nails dug into palms. "Do you want to screw over everything we've made here?"

"Why do you always tell me no?" Kist's voice was a little louder.

"Hey!" Madison's voice was growing hysterical.

Chase took a deep breath, "I tell you no because you're wild otherwise." She took another breath. Fighting with Kist was never fun, and it generally ended badly. But, for some reason, the girl was being so damn stubborn!

"Yeah, I am. But, then again, that's what we are! Wild animals! Or haven't you noticed?" Kist licked her lips. "And it's not fair that you get to bend the rules and no one else does."

"I'm not bending any rules!" Chase threw her hands up. "Please, get that through your head!"

"That's it!" Madison yelled stepping between them. "You're both being idiots! Kist, she hasn't done anything wrong! Chase, if you'd just explain whatever's going on there wouldn't be any reason to fight! And…" a frown crept across her forehead, "He's here."

"Who?" Kist asked.

"Dean." Madison whispered. She glanced around. "I'm leaving."

"I'll come with you," Kisten glared at Chase one last time, "But you're explaining this to me when you get back."

"Fine," Chase said thankful that the fight was temporarily over, "Whatever you want."

With one last glare and silent growl, Kisten followed Maddy into the trees.

"Talking to yourself, Chase?"

With clenched fists, Chase slowly turned. "I thought I told you to stay."

"I'm not a dog." He casually strolled to where Maddy had sat moments before. "Besides, I wanted to try out this immortality thing."

"It's getting dark," she replied with tightened teeth, "Why don't you come back with me?"

"Nah, I think I'll hang out a little longer." He leaned back against the grass. "Got any good cliffs around here?"

"None that'll kill you before I do."

"Touchy."

Chase watched him close his eyes and get even more comfortable in the tall grass. Damn him; he was so infuriating! "Get up," she commanded not bothering to mask the annoyance in her voice.

"No."

"I said," she bent down and grabbed the front of his shirt, "get up."

"And I said no." In a flash, he kicked her legs out from under her and she landed on his stomach with a resounding gasp.

"You son of a-" she began, but was cut short when he flipped them over.

"Let's not bring anybody else into this, alright?"

How dare he! Anger flared in her chest. How dare he ignore her, how dare he touch her, and how dare he degrade her like this! "You no good, dirty, conniving-"

"What's that?" Dean asked putting a hand over her mouth and looking up. "It looks like fireflies."

"Fireflies?" Panic replaced the anger. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. There's a ton of them."

Chase struggled to stand. "We have to go. We have to go now!"

"Just a second." Dean stood and began walking toward the glittering mass. "I don't get it, it's too cold for fireflies."

"Dean! Please!" Chase jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Let's go!"

"Hold on." He edged closer to the bugs. "Wait…" he squinted in the now bright light.

"Dean!"

"What the hell?"

All of a sudden the bugs seemed to shift and change shape. Where the lights used to be, now hung a woman's head – her entrails trailing behind her. The head opened her mouth to take a deep breathe and reveled a set of razor sharp teeth. "Mengilai!" It screeched lunging forward.

Chase gripped Dean's arm tighter. "Run!"