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"You dare to question my authority?" Alpha sputtered incredulously, "I don't care what prophecy you are supposed to have come out of, I am the law here!" I don't give a shit about prophecy; I won't let you kill my brother. You'll have to go through me to get him, Dean paused, and I don't see that happening any time soon, he finished forcefully. He followed his challenge with a thunderous howl, announcing to all who could hear that he was challenging the Alpha in a dominance fight.

Sam started towards his brother but was stopped by Kevin's pack.

"Let me pass!" he demanded of the wolves. Sammy, I think its best you stay out of the way this time. Dean projected without taking his eyes off his opponent. Keep him back; he instructed the others around Sam. Kevin walked back to join his pack, but stayed in his human form so he could explain what was happening to Sam.

"Dean has challenged the Alpha for leadership."

"Leadership of what?" Sam asked worriedly.

"The North-American werewolves," Kevin answered with a tone of finality in his voice, "Only one of them will walk away from this fight." Sam stared at Kevin in disbelief. "The prophecy told that Dean would come, and that he would be our leader. He will survive this fight," Kevin finished with more conviction than he felt.

"Dean won't kill him if he doesn't have to," Sam said slowly.

"He must, or the werewolves will fall into chaos. It is a violent and unforgiving system, but it is all we have to keep us safe from humans, from hunters," with that last statement he settled his gaze on Sam. Sam stared back, his expression unreadable. Don't worry so much Sammy, Dean's voice sounded lightly in his head.

"Dean," Sam started to object. I'll do what I have to Sam, Dean cut him off, his voice serious this time.

"Take my coat," Alpha instructed James, "And find Slade," he finished before changing into his wolf as James disappeared into the house. When the transformation was complete, a black wolf with white tipped fur was standing in his place and his piercing orange eyes were fixed on Dean who stared right back, unflinching.

A moment later James re-emerged from the house with another man.

"What fool has challenged the Alpha?" he demanded of James as they emerged. James gestured to Dean at the same time Dean answered for himself. Watch who you call fool, fugly. Slade inhaled sharply at hearing Dean's voice in his head. He was really starting to enjoy watching these morons flinch at hearing his voice in their heads. "I will be representing the Alpha, who will be your representative?"

"I will," Jade said as she stepped forward.

"Very well," he replied snidely at the idea of a female being a representative, "We can begin." Everyone held their breath as the two massive wolves circled each other.

"Move back," warned Kevin and everyone made room for the impending fight.

With a snarl, the Alpha threw himself at Dean, who neatly side-stepped the lunge causing Alpha to land hard, unable to turn and face his opponent quickly. Dean took advantage of the situation and darted forward to strike the other wolf on the shoulder with his powerful claws. The Alpha let out a muffled grunt as he was slammed to the ground. He recovered and twisted his head, snapping his jaws on Dean's right front leg. Dean growled at the sudden piercing pain in his leg, but instead of pulling away he put his free paw on his opponent's head and pushed his rival's head to the ground and forced him to release his leg, as quickly as he could, he pulled his limb free and jumped away. He landed facing his adversary just in time to have him lunge again. This time Dean couldn't move out of the way and was struck by the full force of the other wolf. They both fell to the ground as a result of the tackle, but Dean took longer to recover. His attacker went for the kill and closed his jaws on Dean's throat, but Dean was saved by his thick fur and nothing vital was hit. Dean used his front legs in an attempt to push the other wolf away before he could get a better grip. Dean's claws were making long gouges in his enemy's chest, and he was forced to loosen his grip. Dean took the opportunity to roll away and regain his feet.

He lunged at his foe and closed his teeth on the Alpha's neck, then with all his strength, bodily hurled his opponent's body away from himself. The other wolf's body slammed into one of the pillars of the nearby house, cracking it and everybody held their breath as he fell to the ground in a heap where he lay motionless. Dean stood low to the ground, panting heavily; he could tell that his opponent no longer had a heart beat. Dean raised his head to the sky and let loose a long howl, proclaiming his victory.

Slade went to check on his master, and when he confirmed his death he lost control, shedding his human form as he lunged madly for Dean, a crazed glint forming in his eyes. Before Slade could reach his target, a white form slammed into his side. He stared up in shock at the wolf pinning him to the ground and met her violet gaze. Enough, Dean ordered tiredly, I have defeated your Alpha, it's over. Slade held Jade's gaze a moment longer before turning away, admitting defeat. Jade moved to stand near Dean, but Slade stayed where he was on the ground.

"That's it," Kevin said, "It's over, Dean is the new Alpha," he explained to Sam who stood in awe of his brother's actions.

"What happens now?" he asked when he regained his voice.

"Now the regional alphas must gather to acknowledge Dean as their new leader."

"How do they know? How long will that take?" Sam inquired; his natural desire to learn taking hold.

"It's instinctive, they'll just know. I can feel the pull and I'm already here. It has something to do with what makes up wolves," Kevin explained, "It will take them a few days to gather completely, they come from all over the continent. In the mean time, do you want to see your new house Dean?" he asked, projecting his voice, even though Dean could already hear every word. Dean gave one last shake and changed back into his human form.

"Why not," he said lightly, trying to push the memory of what had just transpired from his mind; at least for now.

Some of Kevin's pack remained outside to stand guard while everyone else headed into the huge mansion. Once they were through the door, Dean stopped dead when he saw the gaudy, ornate decor.

"Aw Hell no," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, concerned.

"This isn't really Dean's style," Sam explained with a wry smile.

"Isn't my style?" Dean repeated incredulously, "This place is awful, did he really live here? Like, on purpose?"

"Yes, he had this house built specifically for himself," Kevin answered, "It took a lot of labor from his pack, and from other packs, and it cost a fortune."

"This place is just wrong," Dean muttered. "He lived here and his pack lived in that run-down little scrap-yard of a town we came through to get here?" Kevin nodded his affirmative. "I feel dirty," Dean exclaimed and exited the house.