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Dean sat on a large boulder at the edge of their campsite, his gaze turned towards the sky. He could hear Bobby's snoring emanating from the car and he turned to check on his family. Bobby was stretched out in the passenger seat of the impala and Sam was sprawled across the back seat. Both were sleeping soundly. Dean smiled sadly to himself and wondered if he should really stay with them, he was a danger to them now. In more ways than one. He sighed and looked back at the starry sky above him. For tonight, at least, they could relax and regroup. This new development could be dealt with in the morning.
He leaned back to lie on the boulder and closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly to Dean, but it was not a deep sleep. Even in sleep, Dean's brain processed all of the sounds and smells of the forest surrounding them. He could relax, knowing that his wolf senses would alert him if anything was amiss.
Sam woke suddenly when his head bumped against a hard surface. He was disoriented for a moment before he remembered where he was. Blinking his eyes to clear the sleep from them, he sat up and looked out the window. Furrowing his eyebrows, he saw Dean sprawled out on a rock at the edge of the campsite. Feeling the need to stretch his long frame, Sam opened the door and climbed out of the car.
Dean's ears caught the sound of the latch releasing on the impala's door and he knew Sam was awake. The door creaked as it opened and again as Sam shut it. He pushed it shut softly, trying not to wake Bobby. When he turned back to face the rock were Dean was laying, his brother was now sitting up and watching Sam intently.
"Sleep well?" Dean inquired.
"As well as can be expected in a car," Sam replied, "Did you spend the whole night out here?" Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Did you have fun getting in touch with nature?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Don't be an ass Sammy," Dean retorted as he turned to look over his shoulder.
"Should we wake Bobby up?" Sam asked.
"No need, he's already awake," Dean replied without turning back. Sam looked back at the car to see Bobby moving the seat into an upright position.
"You could hear him?"
"Seems that way," Dean replied shortly. The brothers were silent as Bobby stiffly pulled himself out of the car.
"That is no way to spend a night," Bobby groaned as he tried to straighten his back. Dean smirked.
"Getting too old for this Bobby?"
"Don't mock me boy," Bobby said gruffly, the smile that was creeping onto his face gave him away.
"Now that we're all awake, let's get out of here," Dean said as he slid off the rock to land lightly on the balls of his feet. The three hunters climbed into the car, Sam allowing bobby to ride shotgun. There was an amiable silence between the men in the car as they drove, interrupted only by the sound of classic rock emitting from the car's speakers. Dean drove towards the unspoken destination: Bobby's. They needed to regroup and figure out what they were going to do about Dean's current situation.
The hunters were gathered in Caleb's basement to discuss a rumor that had been circulating. There had been whispers about a new threat, a demon infection that was spread to specifically chosen humans. One of which was Sam Winchester. They needed to find him and get the truth, find out if he was dangerous and if should be allowed to continue living. Caleb was having a hard time coming to terms with the possibility of ending Sam's life. He'd known the Winchester's for years, hell, John was one of his best friends. At least as close as hunters can get to friends with their lifestyle. The decision was made to find Sam, and question him before they took any further action. The Winchester brothers were some of the best hunters, and they needed all the help they could get in the fight against evil. None of them had any illusions that Dean would let them live if they killed his brother. If they took down Sam, they would have to go after Dean as well, before he had a chance to seek revenge. Every one of them knew about the infamous Winchester resolve. They were like pit bulls in that respect, once they locked on, they didn't let go until they succeeded. No, they had to be absolutely sure before they took any permanent action against Sam.
Sky knew that his discover about Dean was bigger than his small pack. He had been trying to contact the leader of the North American Packs for days, and he finally made some progress, getting a meeting with the leaders second in command. He was on his way to the meeting in Independence, Kansas. The location of the leaders pack was close to the center of the United States. It was situated in some of the roughest terrain in Kansas for defensibility and convenience. He was to meet the other wolf in Wichita, Kansas. If his information was important enough and could be validated, he would be escorted to Independence to meet with the leader of the North American werewolves. One of the highest honors that could be bestowed on a werewolf. He had left his family behind in Montana with the warning to be alert and ready to move at a moment's notice. He knew his family was capable, but he still worried, it didn't feel right to be away from his pack. Despite his feelings of unease, the information he possessed needed to be passed on to their leader and his alphas.
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Author's note: I don't know how much I should explain the structure and history of the werewolf packs in my version of them. Upon request, I will make sure to include a chapter detailing the werewolves themselves.
