I ignored the vamp screams as Oliver and the rest took care of them. Coyote was still lying on her side, I could feel the burning pain from the tears in her side. Bits of rib were showing in the gashes, Mairyn had dug deep.

"Hold on sweetheart, hold on." Her eyes were closed tight, she was panting. I knew she'd heal but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell. I put my hand on her head and watched as the bleeding slowed down. Sam and I stayed with her until the gashes had completely stopped bleeding and her eyes opened back up. "Better?"

She nodded. Oliver came back just as the two wolves who's legs Sam and I had shredded to bits managed to get back on their feet. Coyote rolled onto her stomach so she could look at them, then her bones started cracking and shifting.

When her shifting finished she sat up, pulled her hair in front so she was somewhat covered and looked at Oliver. "Any more vamps?"

Oliver looked away but shook his head. I was pretty sure he was keeping from looking at her more out of respect for the fact that she wasn't dressed than any dominance thing. I may have been okay standing in the woods with no clothes on but seeing Coyote naked around strangers wasn't sitting all that well with me. I didn't care so much about Oliver, Roy or Sam, I knew them, it was the other four that bugged me.

"Um honey..."

"Babe, get over it," she snapped, "Everyone here's an adult and I'm tired of wearing fur. I need to be human again, need to think this through. You four," she pointed at the new wolves, "lose the fur. I want to see your faces."

They did as she asked, I didn't recognize any of them but Sam did. "Tom and JJ," he said as he pointed them out. "I don't know the other two."

Tom was a tall pretty built guy with red hair, JJ was a short Asian woman with short hair she'd dyed blue. The other two were guys, one was Mexican with long black hair and a short, blonde white guy. We all kept our eyes fixed on each other's faces. Yeah, this wasn't awkward in the least.

"Carlos and Paul," Carlos said. "We're just started hunting a few years ago. Hadn't really met a lot of other hunters. Guess we should keep clear of them now."

"Sam and Dean Winchester," Sam said, "Running Coyote, Dean's fiance, the black wolf is a friend and the other one is a guy named Roy. Fill us in on what happened here."

Carlos nodded and gave us basically the same story that Audun had, except for the Purgatory part. Mairyn had jumped them, killed them, they managed to make it back. He added some more details though. Gordon had been working from the fringes of the hunter world to the center trying to get as much intel on Sam and I as he could without letting us know he was back among the living. He'd killed a slew of hunters along the way, it seemed that once he got what he needed he'd fed off them and dumped the bodies.

I kind of wished I hadn't burned his bones so I could bring him back and kill him a lot slower this time.

They confirmed that there were thirty five monsters backing Mairyn and volunteered to give us all the details on where they were. The four of them had seen Mariyn turn other hunters but if they came back too strong she killed them before they could become a threat. The four of them had been wolves for over a year.

"How did you escape getting killed by her?" Carlos asked after telling their story.

"We got lucky, all of us came back at once," I answered, "Long story and not that important. We have a group of human hunters waiting for us to give them a heads up. Tell us where these monsters are, we'll let them handle that part. Then we need to figure out what to do with you guys. I know a few werewolves, the usual kind, that have managed to deal with their wolf side for a few years. We can hook you up with them and you can give it a shot. None of you are super dominant but from what we've been told if you live somewhere away from things trying to kill you, you may have a chance. Quit hunting, go live out in the middle of nowhere, try it. If you can't pull it off, call us, we'll take care of it."

JJ wasn't too happy with my tone, "Really? What gives you the right to tell us what to do? You're monsters too."

"You're right, except we haven't killed hunters and innocents." Sam replied, for some reason he didn't sound all that understanding which wasn't like him, "We know you were forced to, we get it. We also know that technically you're part of our pack now, we don't want to build a pack. We want to stop more monsters from getting out of Purgatory then figure out the rest. We can kill you, technically we should since it's entirely possible you may snap and kill people but we're willing to give you a chance. Don't go back to hunting, it will make things harder on you."

JJ looked up at him, she tried to meet his eyes but couldn't.

Some of that harshness left his voice "Sorry, I think the wolf side felt like you were challenging me. Don't make me order you JJ, please. Just do what we ask for now. I'll call you later, once we're done with this mess."

The four of them glanced at each other, then Tom nodded, "All right. There's some paper in the house. We'll write everything down."

I started thinking about the next steps. We'd need our phones, clothes and would have to figure out what to do about the portal. I sure as hell didn't want to go back to Purgatory. Oliver and Roy shouldn't go and I didn't want Coyote anywhere near that place. It could take weeks to track down another rogue Reaper who'd take us across...wait.

"Sam, let's talk." I had an idea, but I wanted to run it by him first.

"Okay."

"Coyote, go with Tom and the rest, get all the info. We'll fill you in when you get back."

"All right." She stood up and I had to turn away fast to keep myself from being overly territorial. I have enough problems with that without the wolf side adding to it. Oliver and Roy stayed furry and followed them into the building.

Sam and I waited until we knew they were out of earshot, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Sam hissed, his face twisting up, filling with loathing and guilt, "I never wanted this! It's our fault they're monsters now! We just destroy lives Dean, that's all we ever do. You were out, happy, with Coyote, now look at us! At you! At her! What the hell are Oliver and Roy going to do now? Jesus!"

I hadn't expected that. He'd done a damn good job of hiding it from everyone, even me; or maybe he just finally had a minute to think. "Stop!" I snapped out, "They'll feel it! It's not your fault, not our fault. Roy's been fighting side by side with you for a year, he knows the risks, so does Oliver."

His fists balled up while his jaw tightened, "We never should have called them. I should have..."

"Have what? Done this yourself? I was right there when this shit went down. There was no way I'd let you once I knew Gordon was involved. Not your fault, not my fault." He looked away from me, "Hey, look at me." He didn't move, I put my hands on his shoulders, "We will figure this out. Make it work, we always do. You know that. Beating yourself up over the fact that we ran into a new monster that no one's ever seen or heard of before is pointless. We did the best we could with what we knew. We're saving lives, once we shut this down the hunters can go back to work. We saved their lives and the lives of the people they'll save in the future. Big picture this Sam, come on."

That got him to look back at me. I kind of wish he hadn't though, he was hurting and hurting bad. "What about us? About you? About what you were building? About them? Why is it every time we have to big picture something it's to justify how much our life sucks?"

"It comes with the territory, always has, always will. Look, I think I have a way to make this suck slightly less."

He knew I was trying to get him back on track. He glared at me because he wasn't in the mood to push past his guilt. I had to keep us stable enough so we could get everyone out of the woods, back into clothes and somewhere we could safely fall apart and deal with the whole fact that we weren't human anymore. He finally gave in, pushed his hair back and sighed, "How?"

"Well, I doubt either of us are really in the mood to visit Purgatory again, right?"

"Good guess," he grumbled.

"We need to shut down the Reapers and the portal though. I think it's about time the powers that be actually earn their damn keep for once." That got him curious, "It could take us months to find the Rogue reapers, but Death should be able to figure it out in a matter of minutes. That portal? In theory it was made as some sort of escape hatch for humans if one got stuck in the wrong place. God made the place, his people can fix it, either that or after the last human is out it should close back up. Once the Reapers know that Death is pissed, they'll probably fall back into line. We tell every last hunter to burn monsters once they kill them and that should solve the problem."

"I'm sure Death will be thrilled to answer another summons from us," he said, a mocking smirk on his face.

"I'll make my kick ass bison burgers with some pickle chips on the side for him. He doesn't really hate us, I hope."

He ignored my statement, "Are we sending Cas to Purgatory? How does that work?"

"No, I'm summoning Hannah. Cas has done enough, the rest of Heaven needs to get off it's ass and help out for once." I really hoped that phone call we'd ignored earlier was from Cas. If anything had happened to him, my conversation with Hannah was going to be a lot less diplomatic. I'm sure angels could still kill me but ending up in Purgatory was actually preferable to Heaven or Hell as far as I was concerned. I hated angels and Crowley could kiss my ass. If I was in Purgatory I'd be out of both of their domains, which was fine by me.

"What makes you think either of them, Death or Hannah will want to help?"

"Simple, Death hates chaos, he's all about order. He won't be happy to find out that his Reapers are fucking with the natural order of things. Hannah? I'll have Cas ask her, if that doesn't work I'll remind her just how much Heaven owes us."

He started thinking things through, "She may not see it that way."

I was so done letting other people blow past the facts, "Fact: We put Lucifer back in his place. He would have wiped them out, we all know that. Shit, they were losing even before he got out thanks to corrupt angels. Fact: Cas stopped Metatron in the end, restoring Heaven. Fact: We've killed more high level demons than angels have, ever, from what I can tell. If it wasn't for us, Abaddon, Alistair or Azazel would still be running Hell, not Crowley. So they fucking owe us, and we can keep her here as long as it takes for her to see it. We can ward the building from other angels, block her from using angel radio and have a nice long chat if we need to."

"You'd hold Hannah hostage? Cas won't go for that."

"Cas isn't here and I doubt it will go that far. Hannah's reasonable-ish for an angel anyway." He mulled it over for a minute or two, I didn't need the pack bond to know that not only did he like the idea but he was kind of surprised I'd come up with it. "Doing things different, I'm sticking to what I promised you. Not charging into ridiculous odds anymore. Don't care if I'm basically immortal now, tired of getting burned by everything else out there. Time to give responsibility back to the damn beings that are supposed to be running the place."

"I'm down with that. Think the spells will still work now that we're not human?"

Hadn't thought about that, "Should, blood is blood right?"

"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged, "We'll find out pretty quick."

"True that."

I heard steps behind me and took a second to remember no one was going to have clothes on when I turned around.

"We got all the information," Coyote said, "Tom and the rest are coming with us. We need to get phones,call Rick and Dig, get clothes, clean up and figure out the next step."

I was pretty sure she already knew Sam and I had worked the next step out but no one but our group needed to know that. Sam and I had chosen to ignore that we were covered in blood, wasn't the first time, won't be the last. The blood didn't disappear with the fur, our mouths were smeared with it. Sam and Coyote had streaks of it where they'd been injured, our hands and feet were caked in it. It wasn't as obvious on Coyote, thanks to her darker skin tone but we all looked downright gruesome.

"Sounds good," I said, "Let's put fur back on, will make it harder for any random hikers to spot us on our way back." That and I really didn't want to stand around naked much longer, especially covered in blood.

She nodded, we all shifted back and ran back to the cave. The whole way back I was trying to figure out just how to explain all this to Dig and Rick while hoping that when I picked up my phone there'd be a message from Cas.