Chapter 3

Dean slowed the Impala into a crawl as they reached Bobby's house. He turned his car into the dirt and rock covered driveway, before shutting the car off – parking behind Bobby's old blue pick-up truck with dark orange rusted spots on the hood and on the drivers' side door.

With a content sigh, Dean retrieved the key from the ignition, and shoved it in his leather jacket pocket.

Sam and Dean then got out of the car and closed their doors behind them as they stood upright; neither of them have spoken to each other since Sam demanded he fix his brothers' wounds.

The brothers walked up the driveway toward the house, when they heard loud canine whimpers coming from around the front of Bobby's pick-up truck.

Sam's eyebrows knit together in confusion as he glanced over at Dean was mirroring the look. Then without hesitation, they crept around the truck to get a look at what was making the noise.

To their surprise it was a rather large Rottweiler puppy chained to the hood of the blue truck by his collar. But what was weird, that at the sight of Sam – the black dog with brown patched fur stopped whimpering and started full on howling.

"Didn't know Bobby got a new dog." Dean whispered to Sam thoughtfully as he reached out to pat its head.

The dog quieted a little and accepted Dean's hand, albeit hesitantly. Dean patted its head quickly, before turning to Sam.

Sam shrugged and reached his hand out to do the same, when the Rottweiler opened its jaws suddenly and damn near bit his fingers off. Sam withdrew his hand quickly and glared down at the dog angrily as it resumed its loud howling.

"Guess it doesn't like you." Dean said with a tiny smirk on his face as he left the dog and continued walking up toward the house.

Sam shrugged and followed in step.

Upon hearing the howls, the front door of the house opened, and Bobby stepped outside with his arms crossed over his chest looking slightly unimpressed.

The gruff red plaid wearing hunter eyed the boys suspiciously before speaking.

"You boys antagonizing my dog now?"

When Sam and Dean approached Bobby, Dean put on a phony offended expression across his face.

"Blame him," Dean replied pointing to his taller younger brother, "I guess the mutt just doesn't like him."

"He went berserk for no reason." Sam elaborated with an eye-roll.

As if to prove a point, the dogs howls grew louder.

"Cohan! Quit it!" Bobby yelled at the dog.

Immediately, upon hearing Bobby's voice the Rottweiler quieted down and lowered its head onto its front paws in defeat – still whimpering, but that was easier to ignore.

"Come on in." Bobby invited as he turned and walked back into the house, holding the door open for the boys.

They walked past him, and entered his dimly lit living room happily. Behind Sam, Bobby closed the front door before locking it carefully.

"So, you got a job for us?" Dean asked not bothering to waste any time.

"First things first." Sam interrupted as he walked behind Dean and started to peel his brothers' leather jacket off him.

"I got it!" Dean snapped impatiently as he shrugged painfully out of the leather jacket.

He handed Sam the jacket, and rolled his eyes.

Sam placed the jacket on the arm of the couch, and then returned to take a closer look at Dean's back through his shirt.

When the jacket was off, there was nothing to hid the large spots of blood on the back of his dark blue shirt.

"What's up?" Bobby asked curiously as he eyed the brothers warily.

"Dean got hurt on the last hunt and didn't bother patching himself up before driving across an entire state to get here." Sam explained grudgingly.

"I would have if someone didn't pass out on me." Dean muttered as he took a seat on Bobby's couch.

"Sam passed out?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.

When neither of them made a move to explain what they were talking about, Bobby stepped in demanding answers.

"You boys wanna tell me 'bout this last hunt or what?"

Not seeing a way around it, Dean rolled his eyes and went into the story of their last hunt as Sam came back into the room with Bobby's First Aid kit and sat on the couch next to his brother.

Dean explained to Bobby about the creature they hunted that strangely resembled a half-man, half-wolf hybrid. At first Bobby looked incredulous because he knew John had taken out The Beast of Bray Road years ago.

But then Dean continued and said when the Beast was stabbed and definitely dead…it turned into a blond female.

Bobby knew the story in John's journal just as well (if not better) than the boys did. So he knew that The Beast of Bray Road was a man.

"What the hell?" Bobby muttered.

"I took a picture of her to see if we can see who she is." Dean offered as he peeled off his shirt so his brother could better access his wounds. He hissed between his teeth as the pain of the claw marks made it awkward to remove his shirt.

There were five vertical dark read lines going down Dean's back. They were thick, and were only starting to scab over Sam noted as he looked at Dean's blood blotched shirt he had just removed from his body.

"Takin' pictures of dead naked chicks?" Bobby asked Dean with a teasing glint in his eyes, "New fetish?"

"Oh come on!" Dean exclaimed, obviously not finding Bobby's joke humorous, "It's a picture from the neck up!"

Bobby chuckled, and looked over at Sam who was biting his lower lip to keep himself from laughing out loud.

As Sam took a small white cloth and soaked it in Hydrogen Peroxide, Bobby took Dean's phone and looked at the picture of the girl curiously.

Dean muttered a soft 'ow!' after Sam placed the cloth on the harsh red marks.

"Any way you can send this to me?" Bobby asked curiously.

Dean nodded and took back his phone looking irritated. Bobby knew he was irritated at his brother for rubbing the deep red scratches with the cloth.

Bobby then crossed his arms over his chest as he examined the Winchester brothers a little quizzically as Sam continued to bite his lower lip while he cleaned the wounds.

But something obviously bothered him about this scene, because his eyes kept drawing back to Sam.

"Boy, answer this…" Bobby said to Sam calmly, "how is it you got bit by this thing…twice and walk away with barely a scratch; where Dean here got himself torn a new one?"

Sam looked at Bobby pointedly, and shrugged. In all honesty he didn't know why he was still alive, or why he barely bled. He felt the creatures fangs bite hard into his arm, and even harder into his neck.

"I don't know." He replied honestly.

And he didn't appreciate being cornered that way, the thing in his mind added lightly with a soft growl.

"The way Dean described it you should've needed a good bandage change by now. It wouldn't have just stopped bleeding with one layer of gauze." Bobby said in an almost accusing manor.

"You didn't even need stitching." Dean grunted as Sam pulled the cloth in his hand away from his back as if he had been burned.

"What do you want me to say?" Sam snapped as he shot to his feet so he could tower over Bobby and Dean.

"Let me see your arm." Bobby requested hesitantly.

"There's no need!" Sam yelled defensively as he cradled his bandaged arm close to his chest protectively.

"Sam this is stupid! Just let Bobby see your friggin' arm, ya big baby!" Dean demanded impatiently.

Sam turned to Dean and lowered his head before actually growling at him angrily. Dean then stood from the couch as his eyes scanned Sam's dark face with clear confusion as well as looking a bit offended.

"Did you just growl at me, dude?" Dean asked increduosly.

Sam then rightened his head and looked back at his brother with a somewhat soulful expression.

"N-no." Sam stuttered.

And that was good enough for Bobby as he made a swift grab at Sam's injured arm and began tearing off the bandaging.

Sam looked at Bobby with a furious glare as he made an instinctual grab for one of Bobby's wrists.

Bobby gasped in obvious pain as Sam only tightened his grip with a sick sort of sadistic smile on his face.

Without even thinking twice about it, Dean suddenly punched Sam in the face causing his little brother to grunt as he released Bobby's hand and staggered backwards into the couch.

Bobby wasted no more time as he made a dive for Sam and tore off the remaining bandages from his arm.

He pulled away with the white dressings still in his hands and a look of shock on his aged face. Dean looked down at his brothers' arm as if it were a snake about to strike.

There was no blood, and no wound. His arm was completely healed. In fact, it looked as if nothing had ever penetrated his flesh in that area.

"Told you there was no need." Sam muttered in a deep angry voice.

"No need?" Bobby asked somewhat taken aback.

"Do you even get it, Sam?" Dean demanded softly as if his voice were beginning to fail him.

"No, enlighten me!" Sam snapped with a smug smile on his face.

"You were bitten last night…and now there's no wound." Bobby offered.

"So what?" Sam asked as his expression looked slightly more humored, "You think this is like a werewolf deal? I'm gonna change, am I? Good thing there's no full moon."

"Really Sam?" Dean asked his brother angrily as it seemed Sam still didn't get it, "There wasn't a full moon last night either! Remember? You were the one to tell me that!"

Anger still flowing fresh through Dean, he leaned over into his little brother and tore the bandaging from his shoulder where he had placed it neatly over the wound.

But upon shedding the white gauze, and pulling back the collar of Sam's shirt forcefully…he noticed that Sam's shoulder, like his arm was bare as well. No blood, no wound, and no indication that there had ever been a wound there.

Dean dropped the useless gauze to the floor and backed away from Sam slowly. His eyes fixed on his little brother with a look of fear, guilt, and anger.

At seeing Dean's expression, Sam's features slowly shifted. His eyes widened as realization crumbled down upon him. Then after the thoughts raged through his mind, his face twisted into an expression of horror. His eyes looked bright and sad as they held unshed tears.

"What's gonna happen?" Sam asked quietly. His demeanor had completely changed over the course of two minutes, "A-am I gonna change?"

Bobby scratched the back of his head absently trying to think of what they were going to do, but was at a loss. The Beast of Bray Road wasn't a werewolf, everyone knew that. What it was, was a curse.

So maybe that was it, Bobby thought to himself silently. Maybe like a werewolf curse, this demons curse can spread through a bite.

That would explain why there was this one after John had taken out the one. Maybe the Beast that John had killed, had infected another before it died.

And that also explained why Cohen had reacted to badly to Sam upon first meeting him. Dogs had a very sharp sense of the paranormal.

Dread spread through Bobby at the thought. From what Sam and Dean had said, the Beast that they just hunted had no sembience of human emotion. It was pure evil.

Was that going to happen to Sam?

There was no way they could be sure without doing research first, Bobby decided.

"We gotta do research on The Beast of Bray Road," Bobby announced to the boys as he desperately tried to keep his emotions in check, "That's the only way we can know for sure what's going on."

I think there's something funny going on with the site guys. I went to re-read this chapter so I could write the next, and it looked as if I hadn't edited this page. It angered me. Haha.

Sorry about the mix-up! :)

This story is gonna be very different from my other were!chester fics, guys. All my other ones, what I like to do is look for the 'good' or I guess the humanity in lycanthropy. But this time around...I want this thing to be a ravenous monster. I think it's about time we had one of those fics, don't you think? :)