Since this is the last chapter, I decided to go ahead and update before Christmas. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks to all that have stuck with it~

"I feel my blood boil
I feel my spine coil
My hair is ripping
My mind is tripping
I am a monster
Can I come over?
Some kind of demon
To get you screaming"
-Rob Zombie, "Werewolf, Baby"

The next morning Dean awoke to discover that he had stayed put in his little love nest with Seth the entirety of the night. Despite waking up quite ravenous, he hadn't shifted into an animal at all.

In fact the wolfish features that had crept up on him yesterday were nothing but a memory as his body had reverted back to its usual human appearance once the full moon began waning from its highest peak. The only lingering affects Dean noticed were his still heightened senses.

At least his hunger didn't hold the temptation to consume human flesh.

Seth shifted in his arms and caressed his face, a small smile tugging his lips.

"How ya feelin'?" he asked groggily.

Dean's stomach answered for him and rather loudly much to his chagrin.

Seth chortled at that, "Sounds like you need a feast. Whatdya want? Room service, take out?"

"How about just a few dozen half pound Double Decker cheeseburgers from Big Boy's?"

The other man made a face. "But those are so greasy and fatte—"

"They are greasy and fucking delicious," Dean cut in emphatically like a grammar Nazi detecting improper word usage.

Seth gave him another look, but all it took was Dean flashing his ace in the hole – his dimples – and fifteen minutes later he was happily wolfing down one cheeseburger after the other.

With nourishment in his body and his werewolf clock set back roughly a month Dean felt more like his old self with a new lease on life. He was Champion and he finally had Seth.

Dean felt like he could fight off his change for however long it took for him to track down his maker and cure himself. He felt like he could take on the world.

"You're disgusting," Seth said absently while trying to focus on his decidedly healthier turkey club sandwich and not on Dean's very audible and visual munching.

"You love it," Dean countered around a mouthful of food, sending him a flirty wink.

Seth snorted and rolled his eyes in an attempt to play coy; nevertheless, they ended up having morning tumble amongst the bed sheets.

Before the day was over they had taken on another three rounds; once in the back of their rental car, once in an empty room they stole into before they were due to make an appearance on SmackDown, and once outside in the secluded shadows of the arena.

In place of the wolf's appetite for destruction came an insatiable thirst for sex. Dean felt like a horny teenager, hardly able to keep his hands off of Seth; not that either one of them were complaining.

For days Dean forgot all about finding the wolf that made him in favor of enjoying his run as champion and worshipping Seth's body every chance he could get, basking in the afterglow of their near constant lovemaking.

A week later his first wake up call came knocking.

Dean wasn't sure just what roused him out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night while Seth drove the rental car to their next destination. It could have been anything. He had glanced around him briefly before hunkering down to finish his snooze.

His nose twitched as he drifted back to the edges of slumber.

A blue coal of light glowed in the darkness behind his eyelids.

"He's coming…"

Growling, Dean frantically lurched forward in his seat and nearly ripped the armrests off in the process.

"Jesus," Seth flinched, "You alright?"

"Stop the car."

"I can't, it's the freeway."

"I said stop the damn car!" Dean yelled.

Seth glanced from him to the road and back again, licking his lips nervously.

"Do it," Dean said, his words no less demanding despite the lowering of his voice.

Giving in, Seth slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Dean barreled out of the car door and stood at the fringes of the woods along side road, staring into their inky blackness. Deep beyond the sound of traffic and the chatter of nocturnal animals, deep within the trees and foliage thick undergrowth, he caught movement.

"What is it?" Seth asked tentatively.

"I can see him…" Dean rumbled throatily, lips curling back from his teeth as he kept his attention trained on the one eye watching them from the forest, "he's been hunting me, probably since before Vegas…"

"You can see him?" Seth took a half step back. "W-Why would he do that?"

"Dunno…but I'm going to kill him…"

He got one foot forward before Seth was pulling on his arm.

"Wait, we don't have a plan."

Dean shrugged him off. "I don't need one. I'll rip him apart with my bare hands."

Once again Seth blocked his advance. "You're stronger now, I get that… but we don't know if you'll have a chance against it head on even with your super strength. Let's pull back and form a plan of attack, at least get you a weapon or something."

"I can't just fucking leave now that he's right in front of me!"

"You said that he's hunting you?" Seth reasoned coaxingly, "Let him come to you…we'll trap him somehow and kill him."

Dean's features became a snarl and he exhaled slowly through his nose. He flicked his gaze from the brunet to that single coal blue orb burning in the distance. Seth had won again.

"Fine," he answered curtly.

Cautiously they both retreated back to the rental.

The next day they learned that someone else had fallen victim to the beast, a little girl this time.

Dean felt sick to his stomach. This happened because of them and their inability to act on the opportunity set before them.

"Are you happy now?" he snapped, then instantly felt his heart constrict with regret at the look on Seth's face.

His face was contorted with shame and anguish.

Dean wrapped him up in his arms, rocking him back and forth. "I'm sorry," He whispered soothingly, "I-I just…I just hate having all this innocent blood on my hands without having even killed anyone."

"No…I…I was the one that stopped you," Seth sniffed, leaning his head on his shoulder.

"Don't…" he shook his head, "don't do that to yourself…it'll eat you alive…"

Seth sighed heavily, grasping onto the front of Dean's shirt. "Whatta we gonna do?"

As Dean continued to hold his lover and he tried to brainstorm something, anything, but all his previous bravado aside, he truly had no idea how to take that thing down. Did it have any weak points? If so, where were they? He had absolutely no idea.

He sighed and looked down at the top of the Seth's head, lips protectively kissing the brunette's crown.

Waiting until Seth fell asleep at the hotel Dean slipped out for a stroll, careful to not let his animal instincts take over too much this time.

The beast kept its distance on this night for he couldn't sense hide or hair of it anywhere during his time out. The only recognizable scent he ran into was Bray Wyatt as he made his way down the long hall back to the room he shared with Seth.

Giving the enigmatic man a quick nod, Dean intended to keep it at that.

"That rougarou gettin' in your head, Dean?"

Dean stopped in his tracks and turned around, regarding Bray curiously.

"Rooga-what?"

"Rougarou," Bray repeated, "Ya know, werewolf?"

The blood in Dean's veins turned cold and the wolf inside of him raised its hackles. He could do nothing but stare at the other man for several seconds.

"How did you…?" he could hardly form a question.

"I overheard you at the bar with your friends. Plus you've been kind of…changin' sporadically." Bray pointed towards the white streaks that were slowly reappearing in his hair again, "You've already survived one full moon, I see."

"I've kind of…already changed once…" Dean muttered, shoving the wolf out of his mind. He couldn't help feeling incredibly awkward to be discussing the curse plaguing him with someone that wasn't his boyfriend. Seth had been there from the beginning and the only person he trusted besides him was Roman.

"The werewolf that made me...he's been coming after me."

"I know."

Cocking his head in bewilderment, Dean asked, "How did you know?"

"Where I come from," Bray began, looking him straight in the eye, "things most people wouldn't dream of are walkin' around us everyday. When you grow up around 'em…ya learn what to look for."

Dean gulped, suddenly questioning if Bray was even human. He subtly scented the air but sensed nothing abnormal.

Bray turned and headed presumably in the direction of his own room, tossing a few more words over his shoulder as he went, "You won't kill it in that form."

Then he was gone.

Dean only stood there for a moment before taking off back into the night, an idea forming in his head.

For another week and a half the beast remained just out of reach, but the body count continued to rise unchecked.

Seth had tried to discuss strategies with him on how to take out the werewolf, but Dean didn't want to talk much about his secret plan. He knew Seth wouldn't approve of it, but it was his best shot.

In the mean time Dean and his wolf were getting restless, and it showed in and outside the ring.

He wanted to put an end to the listless killings and finish off the curse afflicting him, and the wolf, having abstained from slaughter for over a month, was howling for blood, even if it was from that of his maker.

He could no longer just sit and twiddle his thumbs while that monster was on the prowl for a new victim, as if it was sending a message to him.

'This ends tonight…even if it kills me…' he thought as he waited beside their rental while Seth paid for gas.

He was going to drive Seth to the next town – the beast sure to follow – book their room for the night, and wait until Seth was asleep before going out on the hunt.

"I'm glad you're prepared to fight for your life, because he's here," said his wolf.

Just then Dean inhaled, taking in the scent of his pursuer for confirmation.

"He's in the edges of the parking lot."

Dean stood up straighter and looked to his right, the stench of wet animal and death further permeating his nose. Yet again that single eye glowed at him challengingly amidst the darkness. Old One-Eye almost grinned at him as though saying, "Come and get me, pup."

Reaching into his leather jacket, he produced a small, unmarked bottle, hastily opening it and rubbing the purple ointment it contained onto both wrists. He was just about to spring out to attack when Seth made his presence known behind him.

"What's up?"

"Wait here," Dean ordered and began crossing the parking lot.

"Dean!" Seth shouted at his back, frantic footsteps following him through the parking to the foliage surrounding the little remote gas station. He should have known that his counterpart would give chase.

"Goddamnit," Dean hissed under his breath and kept marching, hoping the effects of the ointment would kick in soon.

He knew that the wolfsbane would take a lot longer to seep into his system through his skin than it did intravenously, but he had hoped the change would happen a lot faster.

The potency of the ointment was also a factor. So far only his skin of his fingers and wrists began to burn where he touched and applied the ointment. At this rate the beast would just pick him off and then kill Seth.

Trusting his wolf to watch his back, Dean stopped, whirling on his heels to face his lover.

"Get back in the to the car!" he all but roared.

The burning sensation was steadily spreading throughout his body, focused mainly in the roots of his hair, his fingernails, and his gums. Brown eyes stared back at him in absolute terror, no doubt taking in his rapid transformation.

"What did you do?" Seth screamed, trepidation filling his voice.

"What I had to. Now get inside before he kills you," he urged, then added threateningly, "Or I do…"

"I'm not leavin— oh shit!"

The wolf inside him tensed and Dean only had time to shove Seth away from him, throwing him backwards several yards.

The beast hit him at its full force, swiping him to the side. Dean's back smashed into the trunk of a tree, causing bark and wood to splinter into shrapnel. The tree groaned and bowed around his body.

Dean blacked out for half a second then woke up to see the one-eyed bastard leering at him, making sure he was watching as it stalked towards his boyfriend.

Realizing he was in danger, Seth leaped to his feet and took off back from whence they came. But even at a dead sprint, the werewolf was gaining on him.

A wave of protective rage and adrenaline thumped Dean's body. Inside his wolf thrashed, squishing his internal organs against his ribcage in its fight to get out. This time he didn't hesitate to let it rip free, allowing the instincts of the wolf to hijack his body.

His wolf eagerly burst forth in an explosion of shredded skin and twisting muscle, his predator eyes immediately targeting his maker.

One-eye had tripped up his mate and was preparing to devour him.

Dean pried himself from the wreckage of tree and propelled his massive body onto the scene, tackling One-Eye to the ground and snapping gaping jaws at his neck. Shifting beneath him, One-Eye evaded his attack and rolled back to his feet, lunging for Dean's throat. Quickly Dean sidestepped the deadly row of teeth and they broke apart.

Lips curling and fur bristling, he placed himself between One-Eye and his mate, displaying his teeth and his will to protect the brunet with his life if need be.

The cracking of twigs underfoot and the sound of heavy breathing signaled that Seth was getting back to his feet. At first Seth seemed hesitant to leave, then cautiously made his way back to the edge of the woods. Circling so that his opponent was always within his sights, Dean secured his mate's escape.

One-Eye reared back and roared furiously at having lost one of his quarry. Dean braced his claws into the ground, his tongue curling between his jaws with the growling threat he was emitting.

The warning went unheeded and they both collided in a mass of snarls and gleaming teeth. Fur went flying as they traded bites and blows with their massive paws all in an effort to get the other off their feet. Soon both of their sides were ripped to ribbons and bleeding profusely.

His opponent snagged him by the neck and viciously yanked, attempting to bring him down. One of Dean's front feet bucked underneath him, but he pushed back with his remaining three. He had to keep his feet on the ground and his belly protected at all costs.

One-Eye shifted his grip of his teeth and Dean let out a strangled yelp as those jaws closed around his throat. Wildly he thrashed with all his power, but no matter how much he whipped the other about – even risking to roll the other off of him – the death grip on his windpipe remained, tightening even.

Panting, Dean collapsed to his two front knees. His vision was starting to blacken. Before long he'd be completely incapacitated.

Suddenly, but not so surprisingly, Seth reentered the fray. With his jaws around Dean's throat, his maker had nothing to protect his remaining eye from the newly acquired pocketknife clutched tightly in the brunet's hand. Seth stabbed him so savagely that the glowing orb was severed from the head, impaled onto the tiny blade.

One-Eye – or now No-Eyes – released his neck with an enraged howl and Seth, his goal accomplished, swiftly jumped out of range of the teeth blindly snapping for him.

This was his chance.

Dean surged up from his kneeling position and sank his fangs deep into the soft flesh of the beast's vulnerable underbelly. No-Eyes jerked, letting out a high-pitched squeal into the still night air, but Dean didn't stop there. He toppled the other wolf over, ripping into the flesh and disemboweling him.

Even once the No-Eyes was stilled with death, Dean couldn't stop himself. He buried his long muzzle into the cavity he made, greedily consuming the sweet, bloody meat and sinew.

By now his wounds from battle had closed.

Sensing Seth approaching and fearful that his kill would be taken from him, Dean stamped one heavy paw over his trophy and growled warningly.

Seth halted in his tracks before giving him some room, sliding down to sit against a tree some distance away.

Satisfied that Seth had submitted to his will, Dean dropped his head to continue his meal. The succulent heart was the best. He tried to savor it, but after one taste he couldn't get enough until he'd swallowed it whole. With the heart gone, however, so too did his hunger vanish. His stomach suddenly full, he began licking his face clean of blood.

For the first time since he was cursed, Dean felt completely sated.

He shook himself then he regarded his mate intently for a moment. Seth appeared slightly guarded, but he couldn't smell any fear coming off of him. Wagging his tail as a sign he meant no harm, he advanced and nuzzled his face into the Seth's chest.

The brunette breathed out the smallest of chuckles, relief filling his tone. Two hands stroked his mane affectionately, then pulling on his massive head, Seth pressed their foreheads together.

"We did it," he whispered, patting furry his neck.

As though on cue, Dean's body grew heavy with exhaustion and he lay down, resting his head on Seth's lap to which Seth reciprocated by laying his hand atop his head. Gradually the heat of bloodlust and savagery seeped from him and the wolf retreated, slowly receding back into the depths of his skin.

Dean flipped onto his back and stared up into the brown eyes of his lover as those affectionate fingers carded through the unruly curls of his bangs.

"We did," he smiled, "together."

Returning his smile, Seth said, "Let's get you dressed, book a room, and get you into a shower. You smell like wet dog."

"I thought you liked that," he stuck out his tongue, to which Seth glowered, "Fine, only if you promise to join me."

"Deal."

They didn't bother traveling far enough for an upscale hotel, but that was fine with both of them, considering they had stayed in worse places when they were younger. All they required was each other.

Together they enjoyed the warm spray of the shower overhead as they scrubbed and checked each other's bodies over. The intimacy of the act didn't fail to lead them into a bout of desperate lovemaking against the steamy tiles.

Dean's scars remained, but gone were the fur that marked him as cursed. That and the fact that Seth came out of the scrap unscathed was all that mattered to him.

After hunkering down into bed, Seth facing him with his eyes blissfully closed as he held him in his arms and stroked his hand down his face, Dean broke the comfortable silence between them.

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

Those brown eyes that he could never get out of his mind opened lazily, holding his gaze with a sense of contentment.

"No," he joked, "why don't you tell me?"

Dean shifted closer, one dimple showing itself as he pressed a kiss to Seth's mouth.

"I love you so much that I don't know if I could think or breathe without you. I think my heart would forget how to fucking beat if you weren't in my life." His smile then faded as he thought about the draft, "What am I gonna do if the draft separates us?"

"Hey, look at me. We'll make it work," Seth vowed, "I ain't going anywhere, no matter how many miles apart we are. Are you with me?"

"Forever," he promised without a second thought.

Dean drifted into a dreamless sleep, but the next morning he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was talking to him, whispering right in his ear. The sensation bothered his sleep-addled brain, so he rubbed his eyes and shook his head until he ended up fully awake.

The voice silenced the moment his eyes opened.

First he turned to Seth, only to find that his lover was still sound asleep. He then cocked his head and listened to see if there were voices coming from neighboring rooms through the air ducts.

Nothing.

He let out a little hum, "Probably just imagined it."

Laying back and gathering Seth more comfortably against his body, Dean was decidedly all for taking another hour's snooze. As he once again departed the waking world, so too returned the voice, whispering reassuringly in his ear.

"Don't worry, little pig. I'll be here for you too."

Rougarou is what Cajuns call their werewolves (not sure if Bray is or not, though his persona kind of acts as such, especially when he talks in tongues).
Someone commented some chapters back about having Bray in the story and I liked the idea so I gave him a cameo.
As for that ending, I sometimes like to end my stories with open endings, to leave the reader thinking. However with this particular fic I'm considering a sequel, but only if enough people are interested in one and I can get a proper direction with where I want it to go. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated~