We hit the blue wall and the smell of burning fur made us gag. Pack is stronger than fire though, we pushed through it. All the memories that weren't mine crowded against me but underneath it all was the same core need, to make it past this last barrier and take out Mairyn and her pack.

As I stepped out of the color wall all the other memories faded, I felt the bonds though. I was standing on grass finally. "Let's finish this," I said and took two steps towards the last barrier when a shot rang out, slamming into my side and knocking me off my paws. I slid several feet along the grass thanks to the impact. My legs wouldn't move and instead of pain I just felt numb and increasingly cold. Not good.

"I can't let you." Dad's voice came from my right. "I told you to kill Sam to save him, you ignored me and did the unthinkable. I won't let my oldest son become a monster." I'd never heard him sound so cold, so empty. "I love you too much, I'm sorry."

I got rid of the fur, this was something that I had to be human to do. There was a pattern going on here. I wasn't all that surprised to hear him and it dawned me that I had a shit ton of things to say to him, even if it wasn't really him. Whatever it was that was trying to stop me was picking all the wrong shit to throw at me. Maybe if I hadn't had figured out the shifting thing I would have quit because of the pain, who knows. If I'd seen Dad two or three years ago in this scenario I may have agreed with him, not now. He wasn't the end all and be all of my life anymore, my role model. The last year with Coyote had taught me a few things about what love was and how jacked up my relationship with Dad had been.

"Fuck you Dad." I still couldn't move. He moved closer and I was staring straight into the barrel of the Colt. "You're so full of shit. Seriously. If you're going to kill me, go for it."

I saw it, the moment he decided. I didn't close my eyes or look away. He didn't say anything, just started to squeeze the trigger. That's when a white wolf with hazel eyes appeared from pretty much thin air, teeth bared, claws fully extended and completely silent. Sam landed on top of Dad, sending the shot wide of my head and the Colt flew out of Dad's hands as he screamed in pain. Sam's claws had sunk deep into Dad's back.

Sam turned his huge head towards me. I could see and feel the pain, the strain he was under and how little of the human side was in charge. There wasn't a lot of rational thought in Sam's eyes.

"Sam. Let him go. Thanks but this is on me." I had no idea how he'd even managed to join me. I thought we were all on separate paths. However he did it, it was taking a massive toll on him. I saw less and less of Sam and more and more of the wolf in his eyes. His wolf side was triggering mine, making it that much harder for me to stay human. "Go back to your path, finish up, break through. Save your strength for the next part. I'll see you on the other side. Promise."

There was so much anger pouring off of him and it was all bound up in our bond, not the pack bond that had just formed, our bond. Feeling how he felt about me was impossible to put into words. Yeah, we knew we loved each other, but having that surge through me along with his rage that I'd been attacked was hard as hell to fight against while staying calm enough to not join him in taking Dad out.

I dug down deep, found a thread of calm and rational thought to send back to him through the link. I didn't say anything, just kept my eyes locked onto his. The wolf side started fading, other emotions started showing in his stance and his eyes. He stepped back from Dad and faded away.

"Sam!" Had he died? I still felt him but it was a lot weaker.

"Still here..."

He sounded exhausted. "Last one little brother, go. Get it over with. I'm good."

"Sam? Dean?" Roy's voice barely came through, "Here. Take what you need."

A wave of energy and strength swept through me, I got my legs moving and passed the rest along to Sam. How Roy managed to have that much extra left to give away I had no idea, we were all pushing our limits. Made me respect him even more than I already did.

"Thanks Roy." I stood up and took a long look at Dad. He was wearing that old leather jacket, the one I'd taken from him, blood was pooling all around him. He was grimacing in pain and there was disbelief, fear, loss and more than a touch of disgust as he looked at me. "Don't have time to get into everything but for once, just once. You're going to listen to me. Yeah, I know this probably isn't the real you, don't care. God,I used to worship the ground you walked on, thought you were some bad ass hunter. I tried so damn hard to be like you, no matter what you did I backed you. Disowning Sam for going to school? I backed you, even told him the same lame ass lines about how he left us and how it was his job to reach out. I always covered for you with Sam, always. When you disappeared for weeks on end, came back late, whatever. I sucked it up, I was the good little soldier. I knew you loved us, you just were doing what was right going after Azazel. I trusted you, all the way, never doubted you, not once. Then you left to hunt that Woman in White, and didn't come back for a almost a whole god damn year!"

He winced, "Dean..."

"Shut up!" I snarled. That wolf side, Fenris' gift was rising up inside me, scratching to get out. I rode it out, being saddled with the Mark had some good points after all I guess. "Not only that, you cut us out of the loop, cut me out of the loop. You knew about Sam you son of a bitch,and you didn't have the damn guts to tell me! Telling me to kill my own brother to save him? Then up and selling your soul to the bastard that killed Mom? To top all that off you didn't leave a single damn thing for us to go on. Nothing! Not even the fucking Colt!"

I hadn't meant to but it felt good to slam my foot into his chest. "I can forgive a lot of shit Dad but that? Why? You could have let me go, killed Azazel and left with Sam. Mom's death would have been avenged, the Apocalypse would have been averted and I wouldn't have had to watch Sammy get possessed by fucking Lucifer and jump into Hell!"

"I didn't want to..." he gasped.

"Didn't want to want?" I cut him off, "Lose me? What the hell about Sam huh? You were more than willing to have me off him for you. I spent years acting like you after that, cutting him out, lying to him and he didn't deserve any of it. I did it because that's what you taught me, it was all I fucking knew. Yeah, I know you two made up before that wreck but did you mean a damn word you said to him? You couldn't even tell him to his face about the demon blood. You coward!"

I crouched down and grabbed the front of his jacket. "What I learned from you about being family, about love, about how to treat my brother, all of that was wrong. I'll never say you didn't love us, because I know deep down in there you did. What I will say is that your way is what brought me to the edge of being a real monster. This wolf shit? It ain't even close to how bad off I was. I followed your way, it led me straight to Hell, twice. You know who kept me from becoming a real monster? Sam. You know, the guy you told me to kill. Good thing I didn't listen to you back then. I don't live in your shadow anymore Dad. I'm not Dean Winchester who's greatest claim to fame is being John Winchester's kid. I've got my own life to live. I'm done living yours."

He didn't say a single thing, just kept bleeding. I looked around, "Who or whatever is running this show. I'm not fucking quitting. Been a nice trip down fucked up lane but I'm done. I've got crap to take care of."

I pulled my fur back on, just in case and took a step into the last wall of color...

Screams of agonizing pain filled the air. I smelled the damp air of the cave and every single bone in my body broke apart, shifted and started reforming all at once. I couldn't even scream, there was no way I could force out air past the intensity of what I was feeling. Coyote, Oliver, Roy and Sam's voices all blended and reverberated off the walls. If that wasn't enough the pack bond magnified it...

I couldn't hold on...couldn't fight Fenris' gift...

tendons snapping, reattaching, rib cage moving...

no...more...

I smelled my mate, my enemy and my pack. Blood, our blood...she would pay.

A new bond. Not filled with love. Filled with chains, imprisonment. My enemy, our enemy.

My mate's strength mixed with Fenris' defies her. Good. Enemies should not be pack.

Get to my feet, my brother is next to me. White furred, hungry, like me.

My mate brushes against me, she's silver grey and beautiful. Her muzzle is black, so are the tips of her ears. The rest is darker grey tips of fur with pale silver underneath.

Oliver, black like the night, blue eyes.

Roy, shades of brown and white. His face is white on the bottom, brown on top around his eyes. Like a mask. His back and tops of his legs are dark brown which fades to lighter brown then white on his stomach.

I look down. My paws are white. I twist my head to look at my back and tail, snowy white.

Our enemy is still in human form, her fear fills my muzzle. Hungry, so hungry.

"You must obey me!" Her voice in my head, all of our heads.

"No we must not, bitch." My mate's answer, our answer.

Our enemy looks at my mate, "Kill her." She orders her pack, tries to order me.

She must die.