"Garth?"

"Howdy guys." Garth circled the car, pulling Dean into a hug while he was still frozen with surprise. He quickly switched and met Jody with one right after.

Jody smiled, pulling back. "It's been what, five years since those vamps up in Kingsbury?"

"Almost five exact."

"I hear you're rocking a set of fangs these days."

Garth bowed his head. "Yeah, got bit shortly after."

"Dean gave me the cliffnotes." Jody said. "Heard congratulations are in order. That you got hitched."

"Guilty." He dug into his pocket, fishing out his wallet and opening it to a well loved photograph. "Have a daughter, Gertie. Turns four next month."

"Gertie." Jody said, fondly as she looked into the smiling face of the kid in Bess' arms.

"What about you?"

Jody turned her smile back at the door. "Yeah, I found myself a family too."

"Oh?"

"You'll meet Claire in a bit."

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, finding his voice again.

Garth leaned back against his car. "Same thing as you I reckon. Pack did a drive-by of our town, I've been hot on their tail ever since."

Dean closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "Great, just what we need."

"Hey, five heads is better than one, It'd be great to have some back up on this one. Sam inside?"

"First off, my case, you're the back up." Dean said, finger up, ignoring Jody rolling her eyes to his left. "And no, Sam's not here."

Jody flashed another smile. "And it'll be six heads."

Garth looked at him with an expression Dean didn't like in the slightest. "Is Castiel with you?"

"Yeah-" Dean said, watching Garth's eyes widen slightly. "Why?"

Garth straightened up slightly. "I've wanted to meet him."

"Since when?"

"I came across this set of books… It seemed to be about-"

"Nope." Dean cut off abruptly, face flushing. "You forget you ever saw them. They don't exist, you hear me?"

Jody's brows raised. "Now I have to know."

"No you do not." Dean said firmly, coughing slightly before pivoting as fast as he could. "Garth we've got this, you can head back to Bess."

"No can do, mi amigo." Garth said, shaking his head. "I made a promise to my pack to protect them, and these guys are drawing too much attention. If the wrong person tracks them back they ain't gonna be asking questions about cow hearts."

Dean groaned. "Fine, but there are things you have to know."

Garth looked at the door. "It have to do with mysterious number six in there?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "We're in the middle of a case, ran into a bit of a situation."

"Lay it on me."

"Time travel fuck-up." Dean sighed. "It's me."

"You? As in you you?"

"Yes, as in me."

"Him as in teenager him." Jody interjected. "Kid is what, fifteen?"

"Sixteen." Dean admitted.

"Woah." Garth breathed. "That's some wacky shit you stepped in."

"Tell me about it." He shook his head. "Be careful what you say around him."

"You got it." Garth said, straightening up and rubbing his hands together. "Should we get to it?"

.

Everyone in the motel room looked up when they returned with a new face.

Jody held up a hand. "Hey guys, this is Garth."

"He the guy who whacked Alex's cousins or whatever?"

Jody flattened her glare at her. "Claire."

"Yeah yeah, be nice." Claire said, rolling her eyes.

"This is Claire, Castiel… and Dean, you already know." She said, her smile returning.

Garth shook his head, inspecting young Dean. "That is uncanny."

Young Dean squirmed under the renewed scrutiny. "Who-"

"Garth is another hunter. He's been following the pack and tracked them here." Jody said.

Older Dean crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall nearer the door. "What do you think? Should I call the rest of our friends, see who else I can get to join us?"

Claire mocked a shocked look. "You have friends?"

"Oh, shut up."

Garth pulled out one of the motel chairs, spinning it around so it could sit on it backwards. "So, you working on a plan?"

Dean leaned his head back against the thin drywall with a soft smack. "Well, there's enough of us to divide and conquer." He looked up at everyone. "Cas, McFly, and I were planning to head over to the morgue. Why don't you three hit up the witnesses. At least one of you doesn't need a fake badge."

Jody shook her head. "Not that I have jurisdiction anywhere near here."

"Civilians are not gonna know that." He turned back to Garth. "What do you know about them so far?"

"There's maybe a dozen of them came through town next to ours about two weeks back. One of them approached one of us. Grandma Joyce managed to bluff them off of our turf."

Cas furrowed his brow. "Grandma…. Joyce?"

"Oh yeah. You got someone needs convincing you send Grandma Joyce. She could sell a log to a lumberjack. She has the whole prayer group convinced that she bakes the cookies she brings every weekend. They're Pillsbury. I accidentally saw her throwing away the package, and even I have a hard time not believing her whens he says it."

"Alright." Young Dean crossed his arms, walking over to the table. "And after they got their ketchup pop?"

"It took me a little to pick up their trail, but here I am."

Dean closed his eyes. "Here you are." He sighed. "Any objections?" He stood. "Alright then. You three head on out, we'll be right behind you."

Jody nodded, getting up and waiting for Garth and Claire to join her. "We'll meet up here after."

Dean gave a nod, stepping back and opening the door for them. He shut it behind them taking a moment to lock the door, both out of habit and to stall. He turned around, looking at his younger self. It was better to break it before it came out on the case.

Dean considered how best to tell him. He took a moment to brainstorm the best way to ease into it. Some way to soften the blow and prepare him so he wasn't instantly on the defensive. We've hunted with Garth for six years now. "Garth is a werewolf." Fuck.

Young Dean had just taken a sip of his coffee and he sputtered, sending hot coffee everywhere and descending into a hearty coughing fit.

Cas stared at Dean, catching the hunter freeze while he tried to figure out how that went so wrong.

"What!?"

Dean groaned, sitting back against the table and crossing his arms somewhat defensively. "It's complicated."

"No, you don't just get to say 'It's complicated' every time you don't want to explain something to me!" Young Dean hopped to his feet. "What the fuck do you mean he is a werewolf?"

"What words are giving you trouble?"

"The part where he's still breathing."

"Garth's pack doesn't eat human."

Young Dean's glare sharpened. "Oh, he told you that, did he?"

"Give yourself some credit." Dean snapped. "We wouldn't have left him alive if we didn't know for sure."

"You want to walk me through how we end up working with a wolf to begin with?" His tone did nothing to hide the edge of anger.

"Bobby introduced us." He cut his younger self off before he could speak. "Before he was turned."

"And you didn't put him down the second you found out-"

"Watch it." Dean warned flatly. "You don't need to know the details of the case, you'll live it one day. I said he checked out."

"Why are we-"

"He's been tracking this pack ever since they tried to recruit his."

Young Dean pieced together what Garth was talking about with 'Grandma Joyce'.

"Garth is a lot of things, but he's a half passable hunter, and he'll be able to identify them before any of us can."

"Half passable?"

Generous. "We're going to want his help on this one."

"Does Sam know?"

"Who do you think convinced you to bother giving him a chance in the first place?"

"You're kidding." Young Dean looked up at Cas. "And you? You're okay with this?"

Cas furrowed his brow, slightly confused by the question. "I trust your judgment."

Young Dean paused, the sincerity in his voice stopping him for a moment. It was his judgment. He couldn't imagine he wouldn't take this seriously. There couldn't be a shadow of doubt in his mind if he worked with Garth again now without hesitation. "I-"

"If you can't play nice, Cas can take you back to the bunker." Dean warned.

Young Dean scowled. "I'm not getting put in time out for having reservations about working with a freaking werewolf."

"Jody is family. Claire is family. I wouldn't send them off together if I wasn't absolutely sure."

Young Dean tried to come up with a reasonable argument. His older self was a dick, but he was still the same person. He wouldn't put family at risk like that. "They know?"

"Yes."

And they were okay with it too. "Angels and Vampires are real. We killed the God of Time. And we work with werewolves now."

"Brave new world." Dean said dryly.

Young Dean deflated slightly. "Yeah."

Dean watched his younger self critically. "You going to be able to work with him?"

His younger self glared at him for a moment before tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "Yes." He relented at last.

"Good." Dean said, trusting his word. "Now suit up, we'll hit the road."

.

"Aren't you a little young to be a fed?"

Young Dean beamed a winning smile at the morgue attendant behind the desk. "High School internship. Top of my class."

"Little grisly for a teenager…"

The older Dean tucked his badge back in his pocket. "Gotta break them in somewhere. Better a stiff than a firefight."

The morgue attendant leaned back. "Yeah, I guess." He shook his head. "That why Uncle Sam is interested in a couple of cougar attacks?"

"You called it."

"Great to see my taxes going to good use." He said flatly, groaning with effort as he pulled himself to his feet. "Alright, this way."

He walked them back to the morgue, opening and sliding out a drawer holding the most recent victim. "Victoria Earl. Twenty six. A hiker found her like this in the woods just off the highway heading out of town."

Young Dean pulled back the blanket, getting a good look at the gashes and the trench dug through the rib cage exposing where the heart should have been.

Dean peered in, frowning. "Size of those scratches consistent with a cougar up here?"

"Size? Yeah, more or less. But I'll be the first to admit these look pretty far from normal." He shook his head. "So I guess be on the lookout for a particularly butch cougar." He beamed them a grin before stepping back. "Well, enjoy your 'investigation'. I'll be up front."

Cas waited until the doctor had been gone for a second before stepping up. "That is consistent with a werewolf."

"Yeah, no kidding." Young Dean said, peering around the empty cavity in the center of her chest. He picked up the clipboard on the table in the middle of the room. "Looks like… Christopher Stevens is still here too." He walked down two doors, unlatching and pulling out another drawer. Same as before, hole right down to a missing heart.

Dean frowned in thought.

Young Dean caught the expression. "What?"

"Three victims… two in the last town. That's not enough to feed a pack of that size." He mused.

"So…?"

"Maybe they're supplementing their supply. Trying not to draw too much attention by spacing out the good stuff."

Young Dean considered it for a moment. "Butcher?"

"That's what I'm thinkin'." Dean agreed.

"That phone able to find one?"

"Yes it is."

.

Garth and Jody looked up at the three of them when they returned.

Dean restrained himself on reminding them this was their motel room. "Things go well?"

Claire threw Jody and Garth a satisfied smile. "Police didn't know anything about the victim, but I went to the local college. Got her friends to tell me that the night before she was found, she was camping ten miles from where she was found."

Jody sighed. "But we ran into a roadblock shortly after that. You guys do any better?"

"Yeah, we got something." Dean said, pulling out his small notepad. "We were thinking, with that many in the pack, three hearts wasn't gonna cut it. Checked out the local butcher, see if anyone has been placing unusual organ orders."

"And?"

"An RV caravan. Rolled up by the ridge three days before the first victim crops up. He says he delivers a box of cow hearts to a guy who calls himself Rick. Sounds like a good place to start." He tossed his notepad to Garth.

Garth glanced at it and his posture visibly fell. He handed it over to Jody.

"Damn it." Jody said, leaning back in her seat. "We were just there."

"You were at the RV park?"

"Victoria's friends said she was camping up on that ridge the day before she went missing. We were hoping someone saw something."

"They weren't there?"

Garth shook his head. "No, I would have smelled them. There weren't any wolves, and there weren't any people either. Completely empty."

Young Dean frowned. "That's kind of weird."

"We thought so too." Jody said. "Neighbor down the street a little ways says that was normal. Every morning they all drive off to do God knows what, and then all come back just as the sun sets."

"Every morning?"

"Like clockwork."

Garth drummed his fingers on the table. "Should we be figuring out where they're going?"

The older Dean grabbed his notebook back, tucking it into his pocket. "It'll be easier to just take them out. Did the neighbor know how many people lived there?"

"Twelve." Jody said. "We counted ten trailers while we were there."

"Alright."

Garth gave a nod. "So what's our play?"

"We get there before they do." He grabbed his laptop, pulling up a map of the ridge. "There's one road in and out. We leave a couple lookouts to warn when they're coming, and the rest of us hide in a camper waiting for them." He looked up at them. "Garth, I figure you should be on the lookout. You'll be able to hear and smell them from farther away."

Young Dean glanced at the map. "I'll back him up."

"Good." Dean zoomed in on the ridge-line, tapping on the road into the clearing. "You guys can station up here and wait for them."

Garth nodded. "Weren't no cell service up there. It'll be radio only."

Jody looked at the map. "I have a couple, don't worry."

Claire slid off the bed to come stand beside Young Dean. "So the rest of us are going to be hiding in an RV?"

Dean shut his laptop. "We'll wait for them to all gather up and then hit them while they're close."

Jody nodded. She looked up at Garth. "I'll take the three of us in the truck."

"And we'll lead the way." Dean agreed. "Alright. Gear up. We only got an hour and a half until sunset."

Everyone shifted into action, three hunters heading out.

Young Dean headed for his bag, pulling out the weaponry he had snagged from the armory.

Dean looked at Cas. "You sure you don't want a gun?"

Cas nodded. "I'm far more practiced in close combat." He didn't point out that besides that, he was not actually susceptible to any attack the werewolves could throw at them.

"Yeah, fine." Dean checked his own gun before heading towards the door. "We ready to roll?"

.

When the older adults gathered around Jody's truck to make final plans, Claire walked over to hop up on the fence next to young Dean. "So… not twelve."

Young Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm sixteen."

Claire nodded. She studied him for a moment. "I didn't realize you were hunting when you were sixteen."

"How old were you?"

"Found out about it when I was eight." She pulled one of her legs up to lean against the post. "Guess you could say my first hunt was when I was eighteen."

"With Jody?"

"With you."

Young Dean looked up, surprised. "What?"

"Jody isn't my mom… she… she sort of took me in. My mom was kidnapped by a grigori… a type of angel." She explained. "You tried to help me get her out."

Dean felt his ears get hot and he looked down, filling in the blanks. "I'm sorry it didn't work."

"I've had time to adjust."

"What… uh, how did you find out when you were eight?"

Claire hesitated, looking across the clearing at Cas standing with the group. "My dad chose to help the angels fight the apocalypse."

Dean brushed some dirt off his jeans. "Did he-?"

"Lucifer killed him."

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"He saved the world." She said firmly, holding onto Dean's words… words that helped her come to terms with it almost a decade after it happened.

Young Dean was quiet for a minute. "My dad started hunting when I was four."

"Did…?" She cut herself off.

"A demon killed my mom in Sam's room. We got out, but she didn't." he answered anyway. "I don't uh…" He laughed uncomfortably. "When I'm from, we're still… we're still trying to find anything out about it. We didn't even know it was a demon." He looked back at the group. "He was trying to start the apocalypse… I guess he succeeded. For a bit anyway."

"Until they stopped it."

"Yeah. No one has given me the details, but I guess I'll live it."

Claire nodded. "I have bits and pieces… I think you're trying to protect me by not talking to me. And Cas does whatever the hell you tell him to do, so he's no help."

"If you corner Sam, you can almost certainly guilt him into telling you." Dean admitted, grinning slightly. "He's a sap."

Claire nodded. "I'll definitely try that out." She looked back at him. "Did they get the demon?"

"Yeah." Not until after it killed their dad.

Claire watched across the way as Dean began to animatedly argue with something Garth said, before snapping back to look at Cas with a look of betrayal. "Your dad let you start hunting already?"

"Started when I was eight."

Claire blinked a few times, trying to wrap her head around that. She couldn't imagine hunting back when she first met Castiel in that warehouse with her mother. "What the hell?"

"Got caught up in a case on accident. After that, Dad figured out I could handle my own, and needed the back up."

"Okay, I've been through a lot of crap and even I know that's fucked up."

Young Dean scowled, turning his attention back to her. "Everything in hunting is fucked up."

"It's not 'arm an eight year old' fucked up."

"Well, clearly sometimes it is."

Claire blinked, trying to get that through her head. "Jody still thinks I'm too young to be doing this."

"Well, maybe I'll help change her mind."

Claire didn't point out it'd probably just do the opposite. She settled for a minute.

"What am I like?" Dean asked, nodding towards his older self. He kept 'selfless' and 'infuriating' that he had gotten from Cas in the back of his head.

"You're a dork." Claire answered easily.

Dean glared at her. "What?"

"Yeah, total dweeb." She watched the group seem to settle whatever plans they were making. "Otherwise kind of decent I guess." She sighed, voice lowering into a bit more sincerity. "You take care of people… Sam… Cas… me."

"Huh."

"You're scary as hell sometimes, but you don't let things get in your way."

"I sound great."

Claire bumped his shoulder with hers, almost dislodging him from atop the fence. "You don't entirely suck."

Young Dean rolled his eyes before hopping down and walking over to the group right as they dispersed, heading to last weapons checks.

Young Dean looked up as Cas dropped a blade from his sleeve to his hand. "That thing silver?" He asked.

"No, but it will still work on them."

"Magic?"

"Blessed… Sort of. Kills Angels, Demons, Werewolves, and some other things."

"Vampires?"

"Surprisingly no." Cas admitted.

"Useless." Young Dean said with mock sincerity.

Cas tilted his head, but let it go.

Dean nodded towards the campers, taking the lead as they headed down the road in the center of the makeshift trailer park. He moved carefully, gun raised, keeping an eye on the vehicles around them, looking for any sign of movement.

Claire looked around at them all. "Man, they really dug in." Each RV was surrounded with stuff. Cheap plastic fences were staked into the ground with tent poles. Vinyl awnings had string lights stretched between them. Half the trailers had lawn chairs and more than one had umbrellas to match.

"They seem like they've got moving to an art." Dean agreed.

Claire studied a pair of lawn flamingos as they slid by. She gestured at the trailers. "Which one?"

Dean pointed towards the center. "Green one, with the wind chimes. Dead center."

Claire fished into her pocket, pulling out a small lock pick set.

Jody frowned, flattening her glare. "Oh? Where did we get that?"

Claire froze for a moment, but continued. "I have to practice." She said with a slight shrug. She hurried her step, making sure she reached the door before Dean could get to work on it.

Dean scowled but stepped back to give her room to work, taking one last thorough look at their surroundings.

Jody crossed her arms. "We waiting for a full homecoming?"

"I figured." Dean agreed. "Get the first one or two in an ambush as they walk in before hopping out and working our way through everyone else."

"I'm in." Claire swung open the door, hurrying up the steps into the small trailer.

Jody followed closely behind Dean inside. She scanned the room they found themselves in. "Back door. We'll have to keep an eye on that, make sure no one sneaks up behind us."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Great."

Cas closed the door behind him, walking up into the small space. "Now what?"

Dean sighed. "We wait."

.

Young Dean helped Garth pull some brush over their car where it was hidden a little off the road, stepping back and assessing their work. Satisfied, he moved off towards the rocks that would provide them with a vantage point with enough cover to hide them.

Garth put the radio down on a boulder between them before he hopped up on top of another to get a good view of the road.

Dean watched him critically for a while, the quiet giving him a few minutes to just study him. Finally he couldn't restrain himself anymore. "So…You're a werewolf."

"Mmhmm." Garth said with a nod, hopping down from the rock. "About four and a half years now."

Young Dean caught the ring on his left hand. "You're married?"

"Yes I am." Garth's expression turned fond. "Wouldn't have made it this far otherwise."

"Is she… uh is she a werewolf too?" Dean hesitated. "I mean, before she met you." He pushed aside a fleeting thought. He had to trust he wouldn't let Garth go if he turned his girlfriend.

"Yup. A born lycanthrope."

"She was-" Young Dean furrowed his brow, sitting up a little. "You're saying she was born a wolf? That's a thing?"

"Oh yeah. Our daughter is a third generation lycanthrope through her mother."

"You have a kid…" Dean said softly, his shoulders sinking slightly as he took that in. Generations of werewolves. Sam and him checked them out. They checked out. He wasn't sure why he felt reassured hearing that he had family. "You were a hunter before that?"

"Yep."

"You knew Bobby?"

Garth looked up at him, his expression softening into one of sadness. "I did. Best hunter I ever met."

Young Dean felt his face grow hot and he felt a flash of fresh mourning. He just saw Bobby two months ago… "Yeah." He said, voice cracking slightly. "He was." He looked out across the field, watching the road for any sign of headlights. He had to remind himself that he'd get to see him again. Soon with any luck.

He'll go back to his old life, without knowing what was coming for him. Without knowing about hell. Before everyone they care about died…

…Back to life before they had a home.

Dean shook himself from his thoughts, frowning as he heard the revs of distant engines echoing against the stone behind them. The sound bounced around, making it seem like it was coming from everywhere. He scanned for headlights on the road, but didn't see any.

Garth lifted his head, sniffing the air. "Well that doesn't make any sense…"

"What?"

"They're behind us…"

Young Dean's eyes widened. "They don't drive in cars!"

.

Dean was leaning back against the wall when he heard something in the distance. "What…"

Jody strained to listen as well. "That isn't coming from the road." The sound of approaching vehicles were close, and they came from the wrong direction. They were also quieter than they should be.

Claire shifted. "What-"

"Shh…" Dean said, tensing as the motors approached, cutting off just feet from the trailer they were crouched in.

Dean frowned, listening through the wall, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. He looked over, making eye contact with Cas who was centered with the door. He jumped at the loud noise, following Cas' eyes down to the hole in the front of his shirt, right through the tie. "Shit-" He hissed. "Everybody down!"

He barely got the words out before the gunfire erupted outside, ripping through the thin aluminum walls with ease.

Dean hit the floorboards almost hard enough to knock the wind out of him. He shielded his face from the splinters raining down on them, looking around quickly to take stock of their options.

Back door.

He caught Jody's eye before dragging himself across the linoleum tiles towards the exit. He reached an arm up, and he couldn't help the loud curse as a bullet ripped clean through his forearm. He managed to just grab the handle anyway, violently swinging the door out of the way. He crawled head first down the stairs, awkwardly hugging his bleeding arm to his chest.

Jody followed.

Farthest from the door, Cas threw himself between Claire and the front wall, shielding her enough to get halfway to her feet and run to the door and out of the line of fire, taking on almost a dozen new holes in his coat.

The four of them made eye contact before sprinting towards and around another trailer, ducking behind the engine bay.

The radio in Dean's pocket crackled to life, competing against the raging cacophony around them. "Dean! They're on quads! They didn't come in on the road!"

Dean pulled it out with his good hand, hissing into it, "Yeah, thanks Garth."

Claire looked back shakily. "What the hell kind of werewolves bring guns!?"

Jody sighed. "The smart kind."

Dean grunted, placing a hand over his wound.

"Dean, here-" Cas placed his hand just next to Dean's, using his grace to heal the damage.

"Thanks." He muttered, testing his hand before picking up his gun. "Well, so much for the element of surprise.

Jody looked up and frowned. "Well, I think I know why we lost it."

Dean followed her gaze, noting the two security cameras. "Just awesome."

"Now what?" Claire asked.

"Shoot them and don't get shot."

"Great plan. Very detailed."

Dean flattened his stare. "Alright hotshot, what plan do you have?"

"Jody and I will go left towards the pond, you go right towards the trees. Cas can go at them from this direction as obvious as he wants. With Garth and Dean coming up from behind they'll be surrounded."

Dean frowned, flustered for a moment.

Jody tightened her grip on her gun. "Sounds good. Let's move before they catch up." She started towards the bushes to the left, crouching to keep behind concealment.

Cas gave one last look at Dean before walking back towards the way they came.

Dean grumbled quietly to himself, wiping a bit of the remaining blood off his arm before heading off towards the right.

"Well boy-o." The voice echoed through the parked trailers tauntingly. "That's an awful lot of hunters."

.

Young Dean skidded to a halt when he saw Garth freeze ahead of him, nose in the air again. "Dean, they can smell each of us a mile away."

"The ridge." he breathed.

"Ain't no wind to carry it away."

Young Dean took a look around him. "Well, we'll just have to ruin that." He hastily threw together a plan. He yanked a sheet off a clothesline and draped it across a wooden picnic table.

Garth looked down and caught on, grabbing and handing him the half full container of gasoline next to one of their ATVs.

Young Dean splashed it liberally over the blanket and table, splashing down onto the tall dry grass around the quad itself. Both of them moved back before he pulled out his lighter, sparking it and throwing it in.

The fire came to life quickly, the dried out wood of the table catching almost instantly and fueling a fire hot enough to start to burn through the bushes and small trees.

Young Dean coughed, scrambling for the handkerchief in his back pocket, quickly tying it over his mouth to try to block out some of the thick smoke. He watched, feeling relieved as it started to settle in around the trailers.

Garth took a deep breath and nodded. "It's working." He confirmed, resuming his run towards the center of the trailers.

Six campers to their left, the older Dean closed his eyes as he heard two shots ring out. Isolated. Almost certainly not at Claire or Jody. He was surprised when he felt the slight burn in his eyes. He looked up, noticing the haze collecting in the porch lights, just as the sun finally slipped fully behind the ridge.

The wolves were looking at the same thing if the vague cursing was any indication.

Dean took the opportunity, running from between one trailer to another. They were being toyed with. Ten RVs isn't much cover, and it was clear no one here was particularly squeamish about property damage.

He caught a glimpse of a tan coat, ducking from beside the largest RV to behind a small hedge. He could watch Cas lean out just enough to catch a glimpse of the wolves standing in the middle.

Dean judged Cas' eye-line and calculated the risk of sliding around the truck he was behind. He went for it, earning himself a pretty good look at the group, lit by a string of lights stretched between trailers.

He counted frowning as he came up short.

Eleven. Someone's missing. Great, that's always a good sign.

He snapped back to attention when the pack scattered, quickly slipping back into better cover.

The smoke wasn't thick enough to impair his vision and he kept a wary eye out, searching for movement. There it was. Too close.

Dean jumped back as a claw whipped through where his neck used to be, catching through the shoulder of his coat but missing his skin. "Shit." He managed to pull out a grin as he properly faced his opponent. "You certainly don't look like a Rick."

"Dawn." She said, with a matching smile. She lashed out again, just missing for a second time, her face slowly morphing as she pulled into her wolf form.

"Well, Dawn." Dean braced himself against the metal wall behind him, using it to leverage himself for a well placed kick, throwing her backwards and flat on her back hard. "Pleasure to meet you." He pulled his gun up firing two quick rounds into her head before he picked up his pace, heading towards the center aisle.

One down.

Back on the road, Garth lifted his head, whipping to the side. "Dean!"

Young Dean turned just in time to see a flash of a gun. He let go, dropping his weight down and falling out of the way, a shot echoing behind him. He rolled out of it, springing back up to his feet, taking a second to regain his balance.

Garth reared his head back, eyes glinting yellow before his face pulled back around his fangs.

A shudder ran down Dean's spine as he saw the claws lengthen and Garth lunged at the wolf to throw him off.

Dean swung out of the way, pulling his gun back up and waiting for a clear shot.

Garth tried to redirect the wolf, but his feet got caught in a garden hose, and he found himself falling unceremoniously to the ground, face bouncing off the dirt path.

Dean winced, but it gave him the opportunity he needed and he fired a round through the wolf's head.

Two down.

He reached a hand down, helping Garth up.

"Thanks, little man." Garth said, his fangs receding to normal.

"Sure." Young Dean said hesitantly.

At once they heard shots to their right and Jody call out to their left.

Dean pointed out towards Jody. "Go, get them. I'll back myself up." He said before heading off towards the gunfire.

Garth rounded the corner just in time to see Jody get picked up and thrown into the side of a recycling can, knocking the lids off and spilling beer bottles across the ground.

The wolf grabbed one, breaking it against the side of the RV, advancing on Claire who was fumbling to reload her shotgun.

Garth ran headfirst at the wolf, this time finding and tripping over a garden gnome and once again bouncing off the dirt.

The werewolf stopped, bottle raised, staring incredulously as Garth was stunned on the ground. He looked up just in time to get buckshot to the face. He staggered back, just enough for Jody to shoot twice center mass with silver. The wolf dropped.

Three.

Closer to the RV full of holes, Cas rounded the corner on the wolf who had been leading the taunting. He didn't bother with subtlety, walking out from the shadows without hesitation.

The wolf in the center was rolling up the sleeves on his worn out flannel shirt, a widening grin on his face. "All alone? Well this is just my lucky day." He took a second to re-seat his Red Sox baseball cap.

"I doubt that." Cas said lowly.

Red Sox moved at lightning speed, pulling out his revolver and firing three rounds right into Cas' chest. He paled when Cas didn't even break stride.

Cas tightened his grip on his blade, thrusting forward and catching number four through the chest, ignoring the choking coughs as blood decorated his mouth. He let the wolf drop, heading past him and towards renewed shouting.

He rounded the corner with his blade up, restraining himself when he came face to face with the older Dean's gun.

Dean lowered his weapon, nodding over his shoulder to Cas, turning and leading them both towards the rear of the trailer.

They stepped out into a patch of grass with a half flattened fence surrounding it. "Cas, down!" Dean shouted and Cas flattened, giving Dean the clear shot before the wolf even had a chance to jump into the fight.

Five gone.

"Good shot."

"Thanks." Dean grinned, offering a hand and pulling Cas back to his feet. He clapped Cas on the shoulder before he headed back in the direction he heard Claire and Jody in. Cas moved in the direction he had been heading before.

He hadn't been expecting the wolf to jump on him from the roof of the farthest trailer. Nor did he expect the one that slammed the door open into his head.

Dean rounded the corner just in time to see a similar scene play out as a wolf dropped right on top of Garth just as he got to his feet.

Claire yelped as another one rounded the corner, tackling her and getting her to the ground before she could get her gun up to defend herself.

Jody went to run forward before she found herself knocked to the ground by a third wolf she wasn't expecting.

Dean reached into his coat, yanking out a silver knife. He grabbed a handful of the denim vest of the wolf on top of Claire, roughly pulling him up and burying the knife to the hilt through his chest.

Six finished.

Claire panted before rolling and springing back to her feet. "Thanks." She breathed before she ran towards Jody.

All the way across the trailer park Young Dean was clearing trailer after trailer, trying to find his older self, unaware he had already left.

He rounded the corner to find a wolf, Dawn, dead on the ground. The woman hovering over her body spun on him, fangs showing white in the glinting porch light, a feral look in her eyes.

Young Dean scrambled backwards, thrown slightly off balance as she lunged at him.

"You are going to pay for her." She hissed.

"Yeah, I don't think so, sister." He pushed himself up off the side of the RV, trying to put a few feet of distance between them and get a clear shot.

She lashed out, tangling with him before he could escape. Sharp claws dug into his arm and he cried out, the gun slipping out of his hand as he tried desperately to pull back.

He used his other hand to grab her hair, yanking as hard as possible and slamming her head into the metal siding hard enough to stun her. He managed to rip his arm out from her grip, throwing a left hook for good measure.

She recovered quickly however and he was forced to leave the gun and run.

Young Dean reached into his coat pocket, cursing as he didn't feel the knife he had tucked away. He wasn't sure when he lost it, but he was getting a growing 'you're screwed' feeling.

"You can run sweet thing, but you ain't gettin' far!"

He pushed himself to run faster, knowing he needed to get back near the group. He spared a look behind his shoulder and realized what he had missed over the sound of his pulse in his ears. Young Dean stumbled into the road just in time to get caught in the oncoming headlights. He wasn't exactly taking names, but he had a hunch that he had found Rick.

There was no time to do anything else but brace himself.

Cas had just finished off wolves seven and eight when he saw young Dean run into the road. He sprang into action.

The angel reached the young hunter just before the moment of impact, throwing his entire weight into him, sending him flying.

Young Dean hit the ground hard, hissing as he felt the skin rip where his hands tried to break the fall before his face did. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he rolled onto his back, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Cas was struck head on by the car, crashing into and cracking the windshield before tumbling over the top at break-neck speeds and rolling onto the ground, stunned for a moment.

Dean, Claire, Garth and Jody all looked up at the sound of the impact, able to see the moment from across the park.

Dean made eye contact with Jody, getting a nod. He looked to his side and Claire had already broken away and was running. He watched Garth and Jody push the remaining wolves back, taking the fight off the road and back into the partial cover of the trailers. Dean turned on heel and sprinted.

The car screeched to a halt, the driver's side door flying open.

Cas barely dragged himself to his feet before Rick's fist caught him in the jaw. He staggered slightly, still a little off balance from the collision.

Rick smiled as he caught the silver glint on the ground. He bent down to retrieve it.

Cas threw his head back, slightly exasperated as he saw his blade in the wolf's hand. He didn't notice it wrench from his hand while he was in mid-air. He dodged a swipe, over-correcting slightly and falling backwards.

Rick dove at him, rolling when Cas redirected him and threw him halfway across the yard.

Young Dean didn't have a choice but to get back to his feet and run when Dawn's avenger ran across the road, bearing down on him with singular focus.

Claire exchanged a glance with Dean before she peeled off after him.

Dean kept running, trying to get a clear shot at Rick.

Cas found himself grappling with the wolf, trying to wrench his weapon back from the sharp claws clutching it tightly. He whipped back when the hilt was smashed into his lip hard enough to split it over his teeth. While he was reeling, the blade plunged forward. Cas managed to get his hand up at the last minute. His palm split open by the sharp edge, but he managed to redirect it just in time to plunge through his shoulder instead of his heart.

Dean heard Cas scream, whipping around the car just in time to see Cas fall off the blade. He didn't waste any time, emptying half a magazine into Rick without hesitation. He dropped to one knee next to Cas, putting a hand over his shoulder. "Hey, hey hey." He said, steadying the angel as he pulled himself up to sit.

"Dean, I'm fine." Cas grunted, pulling his hand up and pushing Dean's hand aside to hold pressure himself. "Help the others." He reached for his blade with his injured arm. "Go!"

Dean closed his eyes for a second, but he pushed himself up to his feet, starting to run back towards Garth and Jody. He slowed to a stop as he saw them both jog into the road, heading over to provide backup, ten and eleven dead.

He instead turned, seeing his younger self cornered, pressed up against the staircase of the largest trailer, the last wolf practically on top of him. He raised his gun to make the shot, but someone else fired, putting her down. He caught a glimpse of blonde hair before he turned back to where Cas was just shakily pulling himself up to lean heavily back on Rick's car.

Cas cradled his arm to his side. "Is that all of them?"

"I think so." Dean breathed. He watched Jody and Garth split up, starting a sweep, making one last pass to make sure there were no more surprises. He walked back, reaching up towards Cas' shoulder. "Let me see it."

"It'll heal." Cas said simply, pushing his coats back, knowing he didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Dean tore his shirt a bit further. "It's gonna take a bit." He said, getting a good look at it. He gently put a hand on Cas' shoulder as he took a look behind him. "All the way through."

"Two, maybe three days." Cas agreed, feeling a twinge of annoyance. Spear that is specifically designed to torture an angel to death? Break it, good as new. Wound with a simple angel blade? Miserably slow.

"Come on, I'll wrap it at the car."

"Thanks." Cas said, allowing Dean to pull him up. He looked back, making sure he had eyes on young Dean before following.

Claire caught up to young Dean, holding out his gun to him. "Found it half under the porch back there." She said, "Figured you'd want it back."

"Thanks." He muttered, feeling his heart rate slowly start returning to something resembling normal. He lowered the hammer before replacing the gun in his waistband. He looked up, feeling a flicker of guilt watching Cas heading back to the car, arm stiffly at his side. He looked down at his hands, feeling his face flush red as he felt the memory of getting shoved out of the way of almost certain death.

"Those are pretty gnarly." Claire said, nodding towards his hands.

"They're fine." Young Dean said quickly, shoving them in his pockets to get them out of sight.

"Suit yourself." She looked up when Jody finally caught up to them.

"You two okay?"

Claire nodded, readjusting her hold on her gun. "Yeah. We're okay."

"Good."

"We got them all?" Claire confirmed.

"Yeah. The fire is out, and the smoke is clearing. Garth says he can smell them all."

Claire sighed. "Good."

"Come on. Let's get back to the cars."

Young Dean didn't say anything as he followed them back the way they came. He only paused briefly to pick up his silver knife where he found it, next to the smoldering remainder of the farthest lawn.

When they got back to where they stashed the cars, Dean was just starting to tie off Cas' shoulder.

Garth looked him over and whistled. "He got you good."

Cas bowed his head slightly. "I am alright."

Dean didn't say anything, just moving down and starting to hastily wrap Cas' hand where he pushed the blade aside.

Jody took a deep breath. "Well… I think we all earned a shower and a night off after that."

Claire opened the back of the truck, grabbing and unzipping her bag to throw her gun inside. "Can we grab food on the way back? I'm starving."

Jody watched Dean wordlessly continue his work, noticing him avoiding eye contact with anyone else. She frowned. "Yeah, sure." She said absently. "We'll hit a drive thru on the way back."

Claire hopped into the front, quietly calling shotgun and watching Garth fold himself into the back seat.

Jody leaned against her truck for a second. "You guys alright?" She tried to get a read on young Dean, but he was just watching Cas get a roadside patch up job too.

Dean didn't look up. "We'll see you back at the motel."

Jody hesitated for a moment before opening up her door. "Alright." She said.

Dean heard the truck pull out, watching the headlights fade down the road. "Get over here and hold a light." He said gruffly.

Young Dean took a second before he shook himself out of inaction, reaching out a hand and grabbing the phone that was handed to him. He stared at it, having no idea what to do. "I-"

Dean growled slightly, grabbing it back and turning on the flashlight before throwing it back and watching his younger self fumble to catch it. He waited for the light to level off before he finished tying the bandages. "This'll work until we get back to the motel. We'll redo it properly there."

"Alright." Cas rolled his eyes slightly as Dean didn't let go of his arm, instead leading him up and opening the front passenger door for him. He decided not to fight as he was gently shoved down onto the seat.

Young Dean didn't say anything, waiting to hand back the phone before sliding into the back.

Dean shut off the light, sparing one more glance behind them at the looming trailers in the distance. He opened the trunk, tossing his gear inside before slamming it shut and heading back up to take the wheel.

He counted the seconds until the park disappeared from his rear view entirely.