Dean stood lightly, waiting for a chance to run, but that moment never came. The people surrounding him maintained their formation until another uniformed officer arrived with a tranquilizer gun. The people encircling Dean started tightening their formation but were stopped by the new arrival.
"Don't close him in too much, animals become more dangerous when they are cornered." The man sighted his rifle and pulled the trigger. Dean dodged the dart nimbly and it bounced harmlessly on the ground. The officers grew guarded and tightened their grip on their guns, expecting Dean to retaliate. The officer who was also the town's wildlife ranger fired another dart at Dean and anticipating his dodge, fired a second dart right after the first.
Dean let out a small huff as he felt the sting of the dart. He knew he could get away if he tried, but some of the humans would no doubt get hurt and he didn't want that on his conscience. He shook himself as the drug started to affect him, but it wasn't enough to knock him out.
"Again," said one of the officers.
"It might kill him," the ranger replied.
"Obviously the one dart isn't having enough effect, and it might attack at any time, so shoot it again." The ranger raised his rifle and fired again.
Dean's reaction time was slowed enough by the first dart that hit him that he couldn't avoid the second. He slowly sank to the ground, never taking his eyes off the ranger. After a moment his head dropped to rest on his paws and his eyes slid shut.
"Look at the size of that thing," one of the civilians marveled now that the danger had passed.
"Let's load him into the truck," the ranger directed the officers. One of the officers remained with the man on the ground; it took the rest to lift Dean into the truck.
After the ranger left with Dean, the officers set about examining the scene and taking statements.
"What were you doing here?"
"He attacked me…to rescue his brother," the man said in a daze.
"Who attacked you? Where did the wolf come from?"
"He is the wolf…"
"Okay pal, you are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights?"
"He's a monster, a werewolf…" the man babbled on as the officer helped him to his feat and led him to a squad car.
"Can you tell me what happened?" another officer questioned one of the witnesses.
"That man," he started, pointing to the man being arrested, "Was holding another guy hostage."
"Can you describe that man?"
"He was really tall, and he had longer brown hair. Maybe mid-twenties and he didn't seem too worried about the guy holding a gun on him."
"Go on," the officer prompted.
"The third guy was trying to talk down the guy with the gun, but it wasn't working. They seemed to have found out that he was the one responsible for all the deaths we've had recently. When he wouldn't release his hostage, the third guy jumped him," the witness stopped talking.
"What happened next?"
"The one guy ran off, and the other your friend took away in that truck," they finished quickly. The officer got the man's contact information and ended the interview without another word.
"What the hell is going on?" he muttered to himself.
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Sam watched helplessly as his brother was sedated and taken away. He kept watching until the truck carrying his brother disappeared, and then he returned to their hotel to make a plan to rescue his brother.
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Dean returned to the world of the living and realized that he was in a cage. Crap…he muttered to himself. Dean rose to his feet and shook to rid himself of the lingering effects of the tranquilizer. He pushed his head against the front of the cage and felt it give a little, but he heard someone approaching, so he backed away from the door. He watched as a woman opened the door to the room and walked up to his cage.
"You are a beautiful creature, aren't you?" she commented. Dean answered her comment with a toothy grin. She gave him a perplexed look, "You are peculiar," she said finally. "Are you hungry?" she asked as she moved to get food for Dean. Yes! She stopped, startled, before continuing to get his food ready. Dean shut his eyes in concentration. Let me out, he thought tentatively. The woman didn't show any signs that she heard him. Thank god, I can control it, Dean thought to himself.
The woman turned back to his cage and slid a bowl of food through a slot at the bottom of the door.
"There you go," she said happily and left the room. Dean looked at the brown mush in the bowl in front of him. Disgusting, he thought. With his paw, Dean shoved the bowl to the side and leaned against the door to the cage. With his shoulder, he was able to push the door open, breaking the hinges clean off. Freedom! Dean looked around the room and saw that the door was the only way out so he transformed back into human form and opened the door. As he was walking down the hall he realized that he was in some kind of lab, he shuddered as he walked past an open door to a room that smelled of death. Who are these people, and what do they do here, Dean thought to himself, horrified.
"You stop!" someone behind Dean yelled. He was so absorbed by the mystery and horror that he hadn't noticed the person. "I'm calling the police, don't move," they said threateningly. You've got to be kidding me. Dean turned to face the voice and was met with the dangerous end of a pistol. "Down on the floor," the security guard ordered. Dean did as he was told, not wanting to make the situation any worse. The guard pulled out a phone and called the police. Within minutes, they arrived and took Dean into custody.
