The first thing Dean realized was that his head felt like it was going to explode. He groaned as he started to wake up and he realized that he was soaking wet. As he rolled stiffly to his side he forced his eyes to open and take in his surroundings. All he could see was green.

"Where am I," he said to no one in particular. Dean shifted his weight and pushed himself to his knees. "A forest," he answered his own question aloud. He couldn't remember how he came to be in a forest. They were on a hunt, and Sam went off to look for something. Suddenly everything came back to him in a flash, the werewolves, healing Sammy. He stopped, remembering what his captors did to him before he blacked out. He moved his hand to feel his neck and he looked down and saw the blood on his shirt. "Shit," he breathed vehemently.

Dean turned to face the trees behind him and breathed in through his nose. He could smell something, Sky, his brain shouted at him, but how did he know? The transformation must already be happening.

"I know you're there, you might as well come out," Dean called to Sky who emerged from the mist around the trees with a smirk.

"Your senses are already heightened," he said with a gleam in his eye that made Dean nervous. "It's only a matter of time now," he started, "Soon you'll become one of the creatures you used to hunt." Dean didn't say anything he just narrowed his eyes and carefully watched Sky's every move. "Can you feel it happening yet?" Dean started back with a smart remark but stopped and gasped as he felt one of his ribs break. Sky's grin grew, "The first time is the most painful," he explained. Dean fell back to the ground as he felt more bones snap. He was no longer able to make any sounds, the pain was too much. He could feel his nose lengthening and his ears moving. Suddenly he was able to move again and he let out a bark as the pain receded.

"Amazing," Sky commented. Dean, having forgotten about Sky's presence during his transformation, turned his attention back to the man as he growled. "Now you're mine," he said to Dean who lowered himself into a crouch. Just as he threw himself at Sky another presence came into range of his newly heightened senses and he twisted in mid air to meet the attacker. The newcomer's body crashed into Dean's and they hit the ground together. The attacker was more experienced, but Dean was larger and soon the other wolf began to wear down. "Chase!" Sky yelled, and Dean could hear the strain in his voice.

Just as abruptly as the fight began, it was over. Dean stood over the other wolf with his chest heaving, victorious. Dean turned his eyes away from the defeated wolf to glare defiantly at Sky. To his surprise, Sky didn't look angry; instead he appeared to be completely shocked. Dean snorted and started to trot away.

"Stop," Sky said, and his tone more than the word itself caused Dean to halt and face Sky again. "You shouldn't have been able to defeat him, you're a new wolf, there's no way you should have been able to defeat Chase," he continued. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than he was Dean.

Care to try again? Dean thought as he lowered himself again, preparing to fight. Sky's jaw dropped.

"Did you just—," he started, "Did I just hear—," he took a deep breath and calmed himself before trying again, "Did I just hear your thoughts?" Dean cocked his head to the side.

Bring it on, fugly! Dean thought as he watched Sky intently.

"I can't believe it," Sky said in awe, "I thought it was a legend, but you're it!" Dean growled and took a step towards Sky.

I'm what? Explain! Dean thought angrily. He was anxious to know what Sky was going on about.

"There are legends, about werewolves who have other abilities. In addition to the abilities of all werewolves, but I thought they were myths," Sky went on, "It is said that these wolves are meant to be leaders, and—," Dean cut him off.

Hold on, I'm nobody's messiah! I'm not leading anything. He thought before turning to disappear into the woods, leaving Sky and the still unconscious Chase behind.

"I have to find him Bobby," Sam said adamantly.

"I know you do boy, but be smart about this. We don't know what kind of shape he'll be in. he could be dangerous.

"He's my brother, he'd never do anything to hurt me!" Sam defended. He moaned suddenly and felt around for something to steady himself.

"Sam," Bobby said worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"Vision," Sam managed to gasp out, "It's Dean!" Bobby felt something catch in his throat.

"Is he alright?" The moments stretched by before Sam answered and Bobby thought the suspense might kill him.

"He's fine, he got away from the werewolves. Now he's on his own in a forest somewhere. I can't see where," Sam explained as the vision began to fade. Bobby was silent for a couple minutes watching Sam pull himself together.

"I thought you got visions of people who were about to die," Bobby said seriously. Sam looked up at him and he could tell he wasn't going to like this.

"It started out that way, but my visions have been evolving. We think that it was visions of death at first because they contained strong emotion that pushed past my natural defenses easier." Bobby started shaking his head, and Sam thought he was going to throw him out and tell him to never come back.

"Winchesters," Bobby started, "You're all a bunch of nuts," he continued. " Are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah," Same said, relieved that Bobby wasn't mad.

"Ok, so let's find your brother."