Hunger drives the wolf out of the wood.

– English Proverb


"Sam, I'm so hungry…" Zoe whined. Inside of her, all the cravings and instincts a human – or rather, a living being remotely resembling a human – could have were gathering into one powerful inferno that set her whole body on fire. Lust. Hunger. Blood. Kill.

"I know, baby, it'll pass," As Sam said it, he wondered why they should wait for the hunger to pass if they could as well satisfy it. You don't tell a baby to crawl when he can walk, do you?

"But I'm starving, Sam, I just want to eat!" Zoe caught his lips in a hungry kiss. Her nerves were fluttery like a child's on his first day of school, and impatience joined the party of emotions turmoiling in her heart and soul. "Please, baby, let's just go out and eat. Please," Zoe climbed onto his lap and let her hands wander over his chiseled hot body, too focused on her hunger as to notice how she could feel his blood flowing through his veins under her fingertips.

Everything she did, everything she saw and felt only reached her through a veil, as if it wasn't really her. On the other hand, she perceived everything as strongly as never before. If she had to describe it, she might say she had been killed but felt more alive than she'd ever been.

The bite over her heart had stopped hurting, and Zoe could feel life pulsing through her whole body, originating from that crescent-shaped mark on her.

Should her mind clear in the morning, then she'd probably realize what had happened to her tonight, and that she'd taken a step – or rather Sam had taken that step for her – she couldn't retrace. Like entering a room and hearing the lock close behind you, but you realize you have no key.

"Get dressed," Sam growled against her neck. Her scent had changed; changed from the alluring 'unclaimed mate' scent to one that would let anyone, or rather any werewolf, know she was his. "We're going out to eat."

There was something else about the way her blood smelled, and it wasn't just the transformation. Sam wasn't sure what it was, but he intended to find out.

"Should I dress in a way that would attract our food, or that enables me freedom of movement to hunt it down?" Zoe ran her tongue over Sam's sharpened teeth, sending a jolt of lust through him.

Scraping together what little remnants of morals he had, Sam decided that they'd only kill those who asked for it; so hunting was out of the question. He counted on plenty of human scum to roam the streets at night – they'd satisfy their raging hunger, and the world wouldn't be the poorer.

"Dress to attract."


Was it the need to nourish his family that drove him out in the streets, willing to kill? Sam wasn't sure. He'd gone months without killing, but that had been when Zoe had satisfied his hunger instead of stirring it up further; now the sight of her lusting for blood just made him want to tear out hearts and see her transform beside him as they indulged their bloodlust.

"I'd just wish the bad guys would hurry up and show up already," Zoe complained and wrapped an arm around his waist as they ambled down the darkest alleyways. What used to look to her like a suicide mission now looked like a good take-out place. "So I've been thinking that after we get ourselves some food, we could go back home and satisfy a different kind of hunger...together."

"That was the plan all along." Sam laid an arm around her shoulder and pushed his hand down her low-cut shirt. His fingertips slipped between the silky fabric of her bra and found her nipples hard and sensitive.

"Sam…" She bit her lip and tried to suppress the longing moan, "Not now, we need to eat."

"I do intend to eat," he replied, not taking his hand away.

"That's dessert you're thinking of."

"Then let's get past the main course quickly."

As expected, it wasn't hard to find dinner. Tonight's menu: Robber, with a side of nearly-rapist.


Zoe sunk her teeth – fangs would be more like it, actually – into the man's throat, ripping his main artery open and tasting his blood as it flowed over her lips into her mouth, some down her chin. It didn't satisfy her. The blood was like an appetizer; though meant to squelch the hunger until the main course, it only stirred it up further until you reached the point where you just wanted to march into the kitchen and eat everything in your way.

That 'everything' in Zoe's case was the guy's heart. Its tempting pumping had stopped soon after Zoe had given him a rather ferocious love bite. Licking the last drops of blood from her lips, Zoe looked up to Sam.

He smiled at her, leaned down and kissed her fiercely, his tongue tasting the lingering scent of blood in her mouth. Blood and sex was a powerful combination, and in werewolf cases, lethal for those unfortunate enough to be in the immediate vicinity.

"Still so hungry," Zoe murmured, broke free from the kiss and scratched her nails down the dead man's chest. She dug her nails into his flesh, drawing what little blood was still left in his body, and after Sam gave her a reassuring nod, she ripped open his chest and devoured his heart.

It wasn't the best, Zoe tasted. Too much drink, too much smoke and too little exercise had left the man's heart a stale delicacy, but it soothed her hunger, though not enough.

"Feel better, baby?" Sam stroked through her hair, detangled it where it the blood had crusted and turned it into knots.

"Yes," she mumbled and crawled into his lap, "but I want more. Still so hungry…"

"Aren't you an insatiable one?" Sam smiled and kissed the away some of the blood that had spilled on her cleavage. Her dress was stained and torn, which would just make it even the easier for Sam tonight to take it off.

"Please, baby, just one more."

Sam looked down the dark alleyway where he heard the faint beating of a heart coming their way. "On its way to you."

"Join in this time?" Zoe pleaded.

Fangs extended, Sam grazed his teeth over her lips, barely resisting biting down on their voluptuousness. "Certainly."


Retrospectively, he shouldn't have picked up the phone. Then again, if he hadn't, who knew who Bobby would have given the case to instead; it didn't really matter, seeing as everyone other than him wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Hey, Bobby, what's up?" Dean ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe the remnants of sleep from his eyes.

"You and Sam working a case right now?"

Dean hesitated, wondering whether to tell Bobby about his suspicions or not. As much as he loved the man, he couldn't even tell him about that. "No, we're, uh, just hanging out."

"Well, pack up. Seems like there's a case."

"Where?" Dean felt his guts clutch together violently, fear spreading through him like blood poisoning.

"Up in Minnesota, town called Bemidji. Looks like a werewolf."


I know it's a little shorter than usual, but I wanted to give you something at least, because you guys simply are the best! Your reviews make my day and I want to thank you for all that sweet support! =)