Author's notes: and here is another ep! Thanks 'Tuffman' for your review! The Jess stuff was sad, and even roughly 3 years since her death...it's not over yet. There is a basic plot outlined for what happened with her mother and the "dream" of her. I'm just wokring up to it. Yes, Sam is keeping things from Dean and will continued to over the next few weeks for good reasons. But it'll be fun when Dean finds out, plus when Sam finds Dean has secrets of his own! I like Jess's mum too, she's very fond of Sammy. This ep also introduces a re-occuring character... And as always, there is a teaser at the end! I am currently up to writing ep 13! Awesome, so updating will speed up a little:) Enjoy and please, if you read...then review! Oh and also, this ep is the start of some major twists!!

This ep has a few spoilers for 'heart' and the 'pilot'

06 Full Moons

Erie, Pennsylvania

'And now we are going to go into a break. Don't go anywhere, we'll be back in just a moment!' the TV announcer said as the football match went into a long commercial break. Chris smirked and looked up to the time. It was just after ten.

'Perfect' he grinned and went into his study room, keeping the door wide open. He pulled back his black curtains and pushed open the window as far as it would go. He looked up at the moon and pulled his head back as the pain hit him. He could feel his muscles stretching and hair growing in odd places. But he was becoming more used to this transforming process so it seemed faster this time and slightly more bearable.

He jumped out the window and landed down on the ground several feet below. He crouched there for a moment and then inhaled. Yes, he could smell everything. Rotted gutters, the neighbour's dog, the pizza place in town and…fresh meat.

He ran at rapid speed down the road and stood outside a woman's house. He didn't want people to suspect him so he had to travel some distance from his house.

Maria was a young woman that was always pestering him to join some stupid charity thing, so he could handle her being gone. He watched her move pass the window reading a book and smirked. Chris ran around back and jumped up, onto the roof of the small shed and used it to claw his way up to her windowsill.

'What the-' Maria had heard the scratching. She looked out the window but there was nothing there. She looked down and the sides, nothing. She shrugged and went back to the room while Chris watched her from above. He grinned and leapt into the window.

Her deafening screams were heard all throughout the neighborhood…

'And welcome back! During the break we were chatting with Steve Darrel…'

Chris put a clean shirt over his head and placed himself back on the armchair with his remote and a soda. He smiled and licked his lips, satisfied.

He sat and watched the rest of the Rugby in peace while ambulances and police cars showed up outside, making lights dash across the wall in his study room, which was now shut and locked…for another night.

'So what does it feel like? To be this strong and fast, to be…' the announced continued and Chris leaned his head back, drifting into a calm sleep…

Sam scratched his head as he sat up sleepishly and kicked off the covers. It was almost 5am, but he'd woken about three times during the night. Since his weird chat with Jessica a few nights ago, he was having trouble sleeping again without getting nightmares of the fire that killed Jessica and the demon responsible. Sam got out of bed and glanced over at Dean. His brother was spread out in an odd angle and position; blankets tangled everywhere and his pillow at his feet. Sam sighed and grabbed his jacket. He went outside and knew there was a small coffee house just a few minutes away so he didn't need the Impala.

Dean frowned and groaned as Sam shoved him awake.

'What?' he snapped and rolled back over.

'Get up Dean' Sam sighed. 'I have breakfast'

'Mmhm' Dean mumbled but was still being stubborn.

'And coffee' Sam added.

'I'm up' Dean's eyes opened slowly and he squinted at his younger brother.

'What time is it?'

'Ah…almost 5:30' Sam replied, checking his watch.

Dean groaned again and lay back down on his bed.

'Dean!' Sam snapped and shoved him some more, half tempted and considering tipping the entire bed over as he was just not in the mood right now. 'Fine' he placed the coffee cup and breakfast bag on the bedside drawers and walked over to his own bed to eat, even though he wasn't overly hungry at all.

Dean noticed Sam's defeat and looked up at him.

'What's your problem?' he asked and finally sat up again, grabbing the coffee.

'Nothing' Sam sighed. 'I'm just…didn't get much sleep'

'I know' Dean glared. 'You woke me up…twice'

Sam shrugged again and busied himself with his food.

Dean watched him for a moment and then shrugged as well. He searched the bed and then floor for the remote and switched the TV on.

'And last night Miss Maria Clear was found brutally murdered in her own home. Police are yet to determined the murder weapon and the only clues to go by so far is that it is razor sharp and could very well have been made by some sort of animal. There is not obvious signs of how the animal was able to get in other than some unusual scratch marks outside the window, but the police are not going to rule it out as the killer left no evidence that would be used to identify him or her. The police are still baffled by the strange nature of this attack since Maria's heart was removed and yet to be found. This is now the third attack this month…'

'Dean' Sam said and the brothers looked at each other. Sam got up quickly and searched for the right clothes and an appropriate ID.

Dean groaned and looked longingly at his breakfast. 'Now?' he asked Sam in complaint. Dean sighed and grabbed his coffee.

'Overworked…underpaid…' he muttered about the job and followed his brother out to the car.

'Who are you?' a police officer asked as Sam and Dean went under the police lines like they owned the place.

'Agent Lennon' Sam said and held up the ID Dean had made him earlier. 'And this is my partner Agent…'

'McCartney' Dean replied and held up his own ID, keeping a serious expression. 'We're here about the girl, you still cleaning it up?'

'Yeah' the officer sighed. 'There's a lot of blood, I don't even think I've ever seen something like that before…so brutal' he shook his head and looked like he was going to hurl…big time.

'Mind if we see for ourselves?' Dean asked in a very authority tone.

'Ah…sure' the officer shrugged and spoke into his police radio, giving them the all clear.

The boys nodded at him and kept their serious expressions on as they made their way to the large house. Dean went around back quickly to check out the scrapes on the back window. Once he returned, they both went inside and nodded to the other officers.

They reached the main crime scene room and there was indeed a lot of blood. The body had been removed now but photos were still being taken and several people were trying to get all the blood cleaned up, which had soaked into a large part of carpet.

'What state was the body in?' Sam asked a dark woman nearby that was writing down a few notes.

'Not much of one piece, very br-'

'Brutal, yeah' Dean sighed and she frowned at him for over-talking him.

'No murder weapon?' Sam questioned.

'No, and her heart-'

'Was missing, gotcha…any new evidence yet?' Dean asked and not only got a look from Sam this time but the woman looked ready to slap him. 'Ah, sorry' he replied.

'What's your name?' she frowned at him.

'McCartney…ah, Joseph McCartney' Dean replied.

'Well you're an ass!' she snapped and walked off.

'Nice to meet you too' Dean winced.

'You're a true ladies man, Joseph' Sam pat Dean's shoulder and laughed as he walked past him.

'Shut up' Dean replied and followed him out of the house.

'Hey, you're right…not a pretty scene' Sam said the to officer while the dark lady watched in annoyance. 'Is there any way we could get a look at the body?'

'Ah…no' the officer replied. 'You don't have the clearance'

'Well can we have the clearance?' Dean asked impatiently as the woman was giving him death stares and it was making him very uncomfortable.

'Sorry' the officer replied unsympathetically. 'No can do'

'Okay, thank you for your time' Sam said. And Dean almost made a run for it then.

'So…werewolf?' Sam suggested as they sat in the car.

'Yeah, looks like it' Dean sighed and both boys jumped as there was a loud tapping at Sam's window.

'Hey' the woman that had been staring at Dean said and Sam wound down the window. 'What department are you with?' she asked.

'FBI' Dean replied and Sam tried not to roll his eyes.

'Ah, the Federal bureau of Investigation Department 224, Brutal Criminal Control Unit' Sam improvised quickly and tried to sound professional. He was relieved when the woman nodded.

'Look, we've got real work to do, so maybe we could pick this up another time?' Dean said and grabbed a piece of paper. 'Give me a call' he handed her the paper with a fake phone number on it and started the engine, practically speeding out of there.

'Man, that was way too close for comfort' Sam breathed.

'Yeah, no kidding' Dean agreed.

They parked outside the back of the hospital later that night and Dean placed his knife under the Morgue window latch to get it open. They slid the window wide open and stuck the knife in the wood to prevent it from closing on them. They then climbed through and Sam pulled out his research papers.

'Number 112' he whispered and Dean found it with the aid of his flashlight. He opened the door and pulled out he tray where the "body" was laying on.

'Man, that is just nasty' Dean gasped at the poor girl's mangled body.

'Yeah' Sam agreed looked away for a moment.

'I don't care how hungry he was…that's just…urgh!' Dean frowned and then remembered they couldn't be there long.

'Yeah' Sam sighed. 'Werewolf' he said with a nod and they heard a sound from outside the room. After quickly shutting the draw again, they dashed for the window, pulling the knife free and allowing the window to slam shut and re-locked. They got out just in time. While they headed for the car, the morgue door opened and the dark woman stood there, eyeing the room thoroughly. Her partner sighed and rubbed his eyebrow; he really hated wasting time on unimportant calls or random hunches.

'Nothing' he muttered, trying to prove a point.

'They're not FBI agents' she glared at the window.

'Any more attacks?' Sam asked as Dean checked over the newspaper the following morning.

'Nah' Dean said and accepted the coffee Sam held out for him.

It was almost eight in the morning and the boys were leaning against the Impala, drinking their coffees in silence.

Afterwards, Sam stretched out a map of the victim's neighborhood.

'Okay, so if Maria was killed here' Sam used a black marker pen to circle the victim's house. 'The werewolf should be close, within this radius' Sam drew a larger circle around the community.

'Man, that's a lot of houses' Dean pulled an annoyed face. 'Alright' he sighed in defeat. 'Should we split up?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded and used a spare piece of paper to write down a list of addresses. He handed Dean the map after circling all the ones for him to check.

'Meet you back here' Sam said and headed to the street on the right while Dean took the one on the left.

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'FBI Agent Lennon' Sam flashed his ID and badge to the woman at the door. 'I need to verify a few things about two nights ago…'

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'Agent McCartney' Dean held up his ID and badge to the drunken man at the door. 'I was just wondering, about two nights ago…'

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'Sorry to bother you, I was just curious…' Sam said and flashed his ID.

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'About two nights ago…' Dean held his Badge in front of the family.

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'And where were you at the time Miss Carter?' Sam questioned, writing down a few details.

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'Out? Ah, where exactly?' Dean wondered and gave them a serious glance.

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'Hey, I'm Agent Lennon' Sam flashed his badge. 'If it's no trouble…'

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Dean stared blankly at the gay couple standing before him. 'Ah…'

'Yes?' a man smiled at him sweetly and gave a little wave.

'Were you um, both…here, two nights ago?' Dean asked and flashed his badge.

'Oh yes' the other winked and giggled a little.

'Um, you know what? Never mind' Dean gulped and gave a nervous grin before moving to the next house as quickly as possible.

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Sam frowned at his list and crossed off yet another house. He sighed loudly and stuffed it back into his pants pocket. Sam looked up at a larger house that had a lot of dark curtains covering the windows and hung his head before heading towards the door.

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Dean knocked on another house and grinned as the door opened, two hot ladies stood there in…summer clothing.

'Hey' one smiled at him.

'Hello' Dean smirked and then cleared his throat. 'Ah, I'm Agent McCartney…mind if I…ask you a few questions?' he asked.

'Sure…come in' they pulled him inside by his tie.

'Ah…okay!' Dean smirked.

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'Hey' Sam smiled at the man that answered the door. 'I'm Agent Lennon, could I ask you a few questions…?'

'Chris' the man replied. 'And what about?'

'Two nights ago' Sam said. 'A young woman was killed a few blocks from here, did you know her?'

'Who Maria?' Chris shrugged. 'Yeah, she'd come by with charity stuff sometimes…is she really dead?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded but noticed the lack of concern on Chris's face. 'And where were you two nights ago?'

'Why?' Chris frowned. 'Am I a suspect?'

'Ah no…we're asking everyone' Sam nodded and noticed Dean was nowhere in sight.

'Oh' Chris nodded and seemed to relax. 'Well ah; I was here…watching the Football game. You know? Those Parrots had it coming' he gave a short laugh.

'Okay' Sam wrote it down on his notepad. 'And can anyone verify that?'

'What? That I was here?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded.

'No, I live by myself. I don't like company' Chris frowned. 'Anymore questions?'

'Chris…why do you keep the all the curtains closed?' Sam frowned, as he couldn't see a single window uncovered.

'I don't like sunlight' Chris shrugged. 'There a problem with that?'

'No, thank you for your time' Sam flashed a grin and Chris closed the door loudly. Sam stood there and waited a few minutes. Then he dashed around the back of the house and had a look around. All the windows were shut and covered with dark curtains…except one. It was wide open and Sam checked…it was at direct angle to Maria's house further down the road. He did another quick look around before heading back to the Impala. Dean was there, he had the map on the Impala and was using Sam's marker pen to scribble out one of the houses.

'Chris' Sam pointed to one of the houses on the map. 'It's him, no doubt'

'How do you know?' Dean asked and stopped scribbling now that Sam was back.

'I'll explain on the way, but I have an idea' Sam thought for a moment and then grabbed the map, getting into the Impala with Dean following suit.

'You sure this will work?' Dean hissed as he started to pick Chris's front door lock.

Sam just sighed and re-gripped the gun loaded with silver bullets tighter.

They went inside and closed the door behind them, turning their flashlights on and scanning the area.

'How long have we got?' Dean asked.

'He left an hour ago' Sam remembered and placed the flashlight beam over his watch. 'The game finishes in an hour…so about twenty minutes tops'

'Great' Dean muttered and started to look around the house. 'So what exactly are we looking for?'

'Scratch marks, broken furniture…blood, hearts…anything' Sam said and went to find the study room.

'Oh yeah, cuz that will be so easy' Dean said sarcastically and went though Chris's CD collection. 'Brittany Spears…? Man, he must know the gay couple down the road' Dean sighed.

Sam found the study and saw scratches on the windowsill and some blood on the floor. He called Dean.

Dean dropped the CD's in disgust and made his way toward where Sam was calling him. He passed a room on the way and noticed it was the only room (other than the one Sam was in) that was shut. He pushed the door open cautiously and felt the sudden chilly air.

'Hey Sam!' he called out and Sam found him.

'Yeah?'

'Check this out' Dean pointed to the large freezers in the room. The boys broke one of the locks with the end of their guns and Sam yanked the lid up, revealing several frozen, human hearts.

'Why do werewolves cut out the hearts anyway?' Dean wondered.

'Because they taste so good, keep us healthy' Chris said from behind them; making them both jump and spin around: Guns at the ready.

'But me? Oh I personally keep them because they help me turn even when it's out of the Lunar cycle' he looked at the boys and approached them. 'You really think I'd fall for that stupid trick?'

'You're a werewolf' Sam said instantly. 'And you're killing people'

'Maria should not have annoyed me' Chris frowned angrily.

'Annoyed you?' Dean repeated. 'Dude, all she did was try to convince you to help other people'

'Lindsey was going to report me to the police when she found out my car was stolen' Chris frowned. 'And Sarah had that stupid dog that always pooped in my yard'

'You take things very personally, I See' Dean reached into the freezer and pulled out a frozen heart. He smirked and dropped it, stomping on it.

Chris glared at him and tried to look like that didn't make him angry, but Dean reached for another while Sam held his gun perfectly aimed at Chris's heart.

'You know, I found out only a few months ago that I was a werewolf. It used to be so painful and the first few times I didn't know I was killing people until I figured it out from the news and scratches…plus the faded memories. But now…I love it'

'How could you love going around and slaughtering innocent people?' Sam asked and Dean stomped on another heart to keep him talking.

'The rush of adrenalin…sense of immortality' Chris smirked and licked his lips. 'The soothing taste of human blood'

'You're sick' Dean frowned. 'And you're not immortal'

'Oh, but I am' Chris grinned and dashed into the hallway.

The boys ran after him but he was in his study, door closed and locked.

'That's why that room is the only one with an open window and no curtain's' Sam figured it out. 'It's where he turns!'

Dean kicked the door in and saw Chris growling at them…only he wasn't the human Chris they were just talking to. He now had pointy ears…snarling jaws and was much hairier.

'Damnit!' Dean cursed loudly and fired at Chris, only to graze his shoulder.

Chris tackled Sam to the floor since he didn't have time to react. They went down hard and Dean was then knocked into a wall by Chris's clawed hand.

'He's…strong' Sam gasped and reached with his fingers towards his fallen gun.

Dean winced and placed a hand to his bleeding head. He saw Sam in trouble and forced himself to grab his gun. He fired at Chris several more times and it took until the seventh time for Chris to finally be killed.

'You okay Sammy?' Dean asked and kept an eye on Chris's fallen form.

'Yeah' Sam gasped out and checked for any bites but other than some scratches…he came out okay…considering.

'Son of a bitch' Dean gasped and felt his head again.

'Come on' Sam grabbed him. They had to get out, as the neighbors were sure to have heard the gunfire. And explaining this to the police was not something they were prepared to do.

They got into the Impala and drove off towards the motel room to fix their minor, but painful injuries.

The boys made their way into the room and Dean's head was bleeding a lot and very aching. He was trying to block the blood flow with his palm, which just ended up all wet and sticky.

'Chris…he really accepted who he'd turned into' Sam thought aloud while Dean searched for an ice pack and the first aid kit after giving his hand a quick wash.

'Oh he accepted it alright'

'Can you imagine, turning into something like that and actually enjoying it?' Sam wondered.

'Yeah, I guess some people are just creeps…but I thought werewolves blank out when they turn'

'Maybe some don't, others do' Sam shrugged.

'Others? Like normal people…like, Madison?'

'Yeah' Sam sighed. 'But he worked it out and just accepted it, turning around to use it to his advantage'

'Yeah well…like I said: he's a creep' Dean sighed and couldn't find the source of his bleeding. 'Can you give me a hand here?' he snapped.

Sam went over and grabbed a clean, damp cloth. He dried some of the blood and checked for the wound. 'Ouch' he replied once he saw how bad it was. 'That was quite a throw'

'Tell me about it' Dean muttered. 'Chris was one nasty son of a…OW!' He yelped and jerked his head away, which just made it worst. 'What the hell are you doing?!'

'Ah...cleaning it' Sam shrugged.

'Back off' Dean glared and decided he would fix it himself.

'Okay man' Sam held up his hands and rolled his eyes, going to sit on his bed with the rest of the first aid kit.

'Ahhh! Bitch!' Dean growled again. 'He was strong…must've cracked my frickin skull open'

Sam sighed and ignored Dena's complaining while he tended to his own injuries. He frowned as he heard a cell phone ringing and checked if it was his.

Dean saw Sam shrug so he checked his own and shook his head also. Sam checked his own again while Dean searched for their dad's.

'Oh' Sam frowned and realized it was his. 'Yeah?' he answered it. 'Oh hey Jacob! How's…yeah?' Sam frowned. 'Okay man' Sam hung up and saw Dean raising an eyebrow at him.

'My friend Jacob, from Stanford…wants us to call in…it's important' Sam replied and Dean nodded.

'And were are we going?' he asked, wincing slightly still.

'Paterson, New Jersey' Sam sighed, biting his lip. 'I'll drive'

Teaser:Rock a bye baby…

'He's just a baby' Dean said in shock and then added angry sarcasm. 'What harm could he possibly do?'

The brothers investigate their sickest, most shocking hunt yet!

Sam shook his head, grossed out. 'No man, you weren't there' he said quietly. 'The bodies were…torn apart, eaten…it's just…sickening' he rubbed his face

The greatest of evil…

Comes in the smallest of sizes!

'This is seriously creepy man' Dean muttered while the creature just stared at him.

How do you get rid of something so fast…

So evil…

And so unstoppable?

'And, how do we kill it?' Sam moved his head to face Dean.

'The colt seems our best bet' Dean shrugged.

'Our best bet? You mean, you don't know?'

Dean lay on his side, dripping blood onto the grass. He heard Sam yell out again and forced himself up.

'Sammy' he gasped and half crawled, half dragged himself along the grass.

Coming soon…