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Chapter name borrowed from Metallica.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE- OF WOLF AND MAN
"We've gotta talk," Sam led us out of the door grimly.
I shifted unhappily, massaging my aching head.
I was miserable.
I was back in New York, again, and not being able to see Sarah…. or… or him was upsetting me.
Plus this case.
How were we supposed to murder this girl in cold blood?
Sam liked Madison.
I hadn't seen him smile like that in weeks.
"She says she has no idea what I'm talking about," Sam added.
"She's lying," Dean said flatly.
"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know?" Sam persuaded.
"Maybe when the werewolf takes over, she blacks out."
"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk," Dean deadpanned.
"Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend! That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."
"Yeah, but what if it was, Dean?" Sam urged.
What if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop too."
"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" Dean demanded.
"Look, man," Sam sighed wearily.
"I just…. I don't know, there was something in her eyes…."
"Yeah," Dean exploded. "She's killing people!"
"But if she has no control over it-" Sam objected.
"Exactly," Dean interrupted.
"She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything."
"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening," Sam said resolutely.
"Sam, she's a monster," Dean rubbed his head.
"You're feeling sorry for her?"
"Maybe I understand her," Sam looked down.
He paused.
"Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
Sam flipped through John's journal.
"Dad's theory— 'lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline.'"
"Might have a cure," Dean emphasized.
"Meaning 'who the hell knows?'"
"It's worth a shot," Sam shrugged.
"We don't even know where to start looking, all right?"
Dean paced impatiently.
"I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."
Something flashed in Sam's eyes.
"No. I don't think so."
We followed him back to the living room.
Madison was still tied up.
"Madison, when were you mugged? Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question."
She looked at us apprehensively.
"About a month ago."
"Did you see the guy?" Sam asked anxiously.
"No," Madison shook her head. "He grabbed me from behind."
"Did he bite you?"
She paused.
"How did you know that?"
"Where?"
"On the back of my neck."
Sam set his gun down and brushed her hair away, exposing a bruised lump the size of a golf ball.
Dean peered at it.
"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?"
"Walking home from a friend's loft," Madison said warily.
"Let me guess," Sam sat down. "Not too far from Hunter's Point?"
She nodded.
Sam took us back to the other room, closing the door.
"The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."
"Maybe," Dean conceded.
"But that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight."
"It's the right time of the lunar cycle," I added.
Sam looked at me gratefully, and I tried my best to smile at him.
I tried not to think of how many memories this case was dredging up.
"Hey, you're forgetting something," Dean leant against the door.
"Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet."
"I'll stay with her," Sam said.
"And if she busts loose?" Dean crossed his arms.
No response.
"Sam!"
"I'll do it," Sam muttered.
"Sam."
"I'll shoot her, all right?" Sam snapped.
There was a long pause.
"Fine," Dean set his jaw.
He pulled me along.
"Come on, Bambi."
~Supernatural~
We chased after the werewolf, and the blood seemed to sing in my veins as it dragged a woman across the pavement.
"Hey!"
Dean shot him in the heart with the silver bullet.
It looked up, and we froze.
It was Madison's neighbor, Glen.
The woman stood up and threw us a terrified glance before running away.
"Hey, don't mention it!" Dean called after her.
We crouched down next to Glen, who coughed up blood.
Slowly, his fangs retracted.
"What happened?" Glen choked. "Where am I? Help me."
"All right, easy, Glen," Dean said levelly. "Just take it easy."
We watched as he died, his eyes glazing over.
I gently pulled his eyelids shut.
"Bye, Glen," I whispered.
…
We sat outside Madison's building in the Impala.
"It was sort of sad, really," Dean huffed.
"Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of killing her in the first place?"
"I don't know," Sam frowned.
"I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."
"Huh."
Dean glanced at Sam.
"So."
"So what?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"Speaking of Madison…."
"Oh, whatever," Sam said, flushing.
I hid my smile.
"Don't 'whatever' me, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh-"
"Dean, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic," Sam glared at him.
"You saved her life," Dean pointed out.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that," Sam retorted.
Madison appeared at the window.
"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?"
"Honestly?" Dean looked up at her.
"We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so….. you know, we're lurking."
"I know this sounds crazy," Sam smiled sheepishly.
"Sure does. Well, if we're gonna wait it out… we might as well do it together."
We followed her inside.
"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill," Dean grinned.
"Poker, anyone?"
…
We watched as the sun sank in the sky.
Dean laid his gun on the table.
Sam and Madison watched him from the couch.
"Oh, no, you guys talk," Dean said.
I curled into a ball on the free sofa, putting my head in my hands.
It was getting even more difficult to block everything out.
Surprisingly, Dean joined me.
I blinked at him.
He cleared his throat.
"Just another couple hours, Bambi, then we can go."
I smiled at him uncertainly.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Yeah, don't mention it," Dean said gruffly.
I breathed out in relief as the sun came up in the sky.
"Does…." Madison swallowed. "Does this mean it worked?"
Sam exhaled heavily.
"Yeah. I think so."
"Oh, God, thank you!" Madison hugged Sam hard.
"Thank you so much."
Dean coughed, and they pulled apart.
"You, too, Dean, thank you."
"Aw, don't mention it," He paused awkwardly.
Dean grabbed my arm, waggling his eyebrows at Sam suggestively.
"So, uh, we're just gonna head back to the hotel…. kid's probably tired."
"I-"
Dean cut me off with a glower, pulling me out the door.
He pumped his fist in the air as we left.
~Supernatural~
I sat on my bed, praying for sleep to come.
It didn't.
I wouldn't get any respite.
I raised my head as the sound of running footsteps came down the corridor.
Someone pounded on the door.
Dean opened it warily to a frantic Sam.
"She turned," Sam said breathlessly.
"What?"
"I couldn't grab her in time."
Dean's mouth thinned into a straight line.
"We'll find her, Sammy."
…
I leaned against the Impala as Sam paced the floor.
"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."
"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?"
"Dean—"
"So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out?" Dean swore.
"Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn."
"What the hell does it matter, Dean?" Sam kicked at the pavement.
"Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."
"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?" Dean returned.
"Well, then, we have to look harder until we find something."
"Sammy," Dean's tone was tired.
"I don't think we've got a choice here anymore."
"What?"
Dean sighed.
"I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is-"
"Evil?" Sam scowled.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean," Sam fumed.
"So, me you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?"
Before Dean could answer, Sam's phone rang.
"Madison?"
Sam wheeled around.
"Where are you?"
"All right, hold on, Maddie, we're coming to get you, just stay where you are."
~Supernatural~
We sat in Madison's apartment.
I couldn't tear my eyes from the gun on the table.
"I don't remember anything," Madison's voice quavered.
"I probably killed someone last night, didn't I?"
"There's no way to know yet," Dean said cautiously.
"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?"
She turned wide, pleading eyes to us, and I closed my eyes.
This was getting to be too much.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold my thoughts at bay.
"We'll find something," Sam said.
"I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere."
"That's not entirely true."
Sam shot Dean an angry look.
"Madison, you deserve to know," Dean ignored Sam.
"We've scoured every source. There's just no cure."
Madison turned to Sam.
"Is he right?"
Sam turned away, blinking furiously.
"I mean, we could lock you up at night, but….." Dean paused.
"When you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies. I'm sorry. I am."
The tears seeped out of her eyes.
"So, I guess that's all there is to it, then."
"Stop it," Sam spun around. "Don't talk like that."
"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else," Madison stood up.
"I don't wanna hurt you."
She grabbed the gun and brought it to him.
"Put that down."
"I can't do it myself," She swiped at her tears. "I need you to help me."
"Madison, no."
"Sam…" She shuddered. "I'm a monster."
"You don't have to be," Sam shook his head fervently.
"We can find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."
Madison cried harder.
"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."
"I can't," Sam choked out.
"I don't wanna die," Madison's voice trembled. "I don't."
"But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me."
Sam jerked his head away.
Dean walked over to them, carefully taking the gun from Madison.
We followed Sam to another room.
I wrapped an arm around him as he cried.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered.
Dean looked at us.
"Sam. I'm sorry."
"No, you're right," Sam said thickly. "She's right."
"Sammy, I got this," Dean looked at him worriedly.
I looked from side to side.
I had to do this.
I couldn't let Sam go the way I had.
I'd promised to take care of him.
"No."
They spun over to me.
I picked up the gun, shaking.
"I'll do it."
"No!" Dean and Sam said at the same time.
Dean knocked it out of my hand.
"Over my dead body, Odette."
Sam looked at me.
"I can't ask you to do this, Odette. I've got to do it. She wanted me to."
Sam picked up the gun.