Sam stared at Madison, disgusted with himself. How did he miss it? He was a professional and he missed someone turning into a werewolf and disappearing in the night, in the room right next to him. Of course she seemed perfect, because it was all an act. Anyone can act perfect. Now she was going to sit there and act innocent, now that she had nowhere to go.
Madison looked at the gun in his hands. "You're psychotic. The whole, I'm a cop trick, God I'm so stupid."
"Well I guess neither of us are who we said we are huh?"
"Sam you're sick, ok? You're imagining things. Werewolves don't exist, they're made up!'
"Oh yeah?" He pointed at the cut on her arm. "Then where did that come from?!"
"I don't know! Sam, God you need help! Don't do something that you're going to regret. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not."
He didn't like seeing the tears in her eyes, it made him question what she knew, hell, what they knew. If she was acting she sure as hell was convincing him. Maybe it was just his hormones talking. A knock at the door stopped him and he went to the door, Dean and Kayla had arrived.
Dean immediately went to Madison, tied to the chair. "How's it going?" He pulled out his gun. "My head's fine thanks."
Sam nudged him. "I need to talk to you." He pulled them into the kitchen. "She says she doesn't have any idea what we're talking about."
"She's lying." Dean shrugged.
"What if she doesn't know the change is happening? You know, what if when it takes over she blacks out?"
"Like, a really hot incredible hulk?" He grimaced off both their looks. "Look, she ganked her boss and ex-boyfriend. That's not rash and unconscious."
"But what if it was? Maybe the animal side of her brain saw those guys as threats."
There were an awful lot of what ifs coming from him, it wasn't like Sam to make this many excuses. Kayla felt bad for him; he must have really connected with her last night. "Sam, whether she did it on purpose or not, she still killed those three people."
"Exactly. She's a monster, you can't feel bad for her."
"Maybe I understand her. I'm not putting a bullet through a girl's chest who has no idea what's going on. Maybe there's another way to do this job without wasting her."
Dean sighed internally; this is why you don't get too close. They could be out of town by now. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking."
"Dad's theory." He set the journal on the table. "You can cure the change if you kill the werewolf that bit you and sever the bloodline."
"We don't know if that's even true and if it was, who knows what we're looking for? It could have happened years ago!"
Sam thought back. "No, I don't think so." He walked back out to where Madison was tied up. "When were you mugged?"
She looked at the guns again. "Um, about a month ago."
Dean caught up quickly. "Did you see the guy?"
"No, he grabbed me from behind."
"Did he bite you?"
"On the back of the neck." She looked at him. "How did you know that?"
Sam set his gun on the table where she could see it and checked her neck; sure enough there was a pretty vicious looking scar of a bite. "Let me guess, near Hunter's Pointe?"
"Yeah."
He motioned them back into the kitchen, he wanted to make this right so badly and he went for the compassion vote. Sam looked at Kayla when he spoke. "Please do this, Hunter's Pointe has got to be a werewolf hunting ground."
Dean knew what he was doing. "Sam, this is a wild goose chase."
He ignored him and kept his focus on Kayla because he knew he'd have better odds. "We can save this girl."
She looked at his sad puppy eyes, what the hell was she supposed to say? No? Yeah right. She put on her own sad puppy eyes and looked at Dean. "Dean…"
"No." He looked at her. Damn. "Fine. But Sam, you have to stay and watch her and if she busts loose…"
He nodded solemnly. "I'll shoot her."
"You'd better." He went with Kayla out into the hall. "I don't want to hear it."
She smiled; Dean was really sweet at heart. It was ok if he wanted to hide that from everyone. All they could do now was hope that this werewolf legend was accurate.