Everyone around got their phone out to capture the action scene, making it hard to see through the various moving phone flashes. But it didn't matter at the moment. As I saw his glowing eyes looking directly at me, nearly piercing through my soul, panic took over my body and I froze completely. Everything was blurring around me."Robin! I'm here, get behind me!" screamed Dean as I felt his hand on my shoulder before putting himself between the werewolf and I. Shots were fired. "Son of a bitch!" Dean, who always was a bullseye, missed every single shot because of the lights. Thankfully, none touched the people around. I tried to gather my courage as best as I could, I would not let those people get in harm's way. But I was scared to miss and hurt people around me. My hands were trembling, making my gun waddling weirdly in the air. Such a hunter, Robin…I was thankful that everyone here thought it was a crappy animation and not a real attack, we didn't need a panicked crowd around. The werewolf tripped over something but kept running toward us. Weirdly enough, the werewolf wasn't as fast as the last time we saw him and he seemed to ignore everyone around. Maybe the silver bullets still had an effect on him? Or maybe was he only there to finish us off? With the poor lighting of the room and the moving lights, it was quite hard to see him properly, apart from his glowing eyes. I saw someone moving out of the corner of my eyes.

It was Sam, who took advantage of the apparent focus the werewolf had on Dean and I to prepare himself on the side. Before jumping on us, the werewolf howled again and moved his paws like a demented. He was in mid air when Sam jumped at him and made him fall to the floor by charging him by the left side. At each action, the 'public' was cheering. The werewolf managed to throw Sam by yanking him by his arm and quickly got up. "Sammy!" Sam got to his feet rapidly and took his gun that landed on the floor. While the same move seemed to cost the werewolf loads of energy. When he finally got up, he tried to throw a clawed punch at Sam but Dean was faster and tried to hit him. But the werewolf, or should I say Joe, avoided his punch and pushed him harshly on the side with a sickening sound. "Dean!" Dean must have hit his head in the fall because he wasn't moving. I ran to join and protect him. "Dean, you okay?" I nearly screamed while looking at his face. His eyes fluttered open and he slowly nodded his head. I was so relieved that I could almost forget the immediate danger. Sam tried to shoot it but missed because of the flashes moving around. This attempt seemed to anger Joe further as his growls became louder.

Suddenly, the werewolf must have remembered Dean and I because his head snapped in our direction, ignoring Sam as if he wasn't there at all. He jumped at us again, threw me to the floor and went to try to maul Dean with his paw. Adrenaline suddenly activated in my body and without thinking, I got up and jumped on the creature with a silver dagger. "Robin!" screamed Sam and Dean in unison. The cheers were deafening but I had a mission. I was already tackling the guy on the floor. I put my whole weight on his torso and was about to stab him. "Don't you dare touch him, son of a bitch!" I nearly growled. The werewolf jolted in panic."Hey guys! Chill! It wasn't even in the script!" I heard a muffled voice say. Sam, Dean and I looked at each other and confusion could be read on each of our faces. "Just pretend to kill me, people will cheer and we can go about our day. Deal?" added the fake werewolf.

The light went on again and the room exploded in applause. Now that I was closer and had proper light, I saw that the costume was not of high quality. The guy got up and left without any other word. I turned to Dean and Sam to make sure that they were okay but they were surrounded by a crowd. That's when I saw him,Joe, in the back. He flashed me an evil smile and headed toward the door that led outside. Without thinking I sprinted toward it. But I felt someone grab my arm. "Oh my god! You were amazing! I already told you, but you really have Robin energy. The moment you protected 'Dean', goodness. I had goosebumps when you growled at the werewolf. You could be her in real life." Oh, if only you knew sweetie. And a crowd quickly formed around me. I couldn't even understand what they were saying. I was just nodding my head randomly. "I'm really sorry but I have to go. I'll come back later!" I said as I freed myself from the crowd. I prayed to myself that this asshole was still there. I opened the door so violently that I nearly fell. I didn't care about taking a risk. If he was there, I had to stop him, even if it killed me in the process.

After a few minutes of thorough looking everywhere, I had to surrender. Then I heard the door opening behind me. As a reflex, I got my hand on my silver dagger. Then I heard her squeaky voice. Becky. "Hey! Robin, you okay? You were amazing there, not as amazing as Sam, of course but you weren't that bad either and…" I jumped and gripped her shoulders. "Who organized this animation, Becky?!" She was a bit surprised at my sudden move but answered me anyway. "I don't know his real name, just his pseudonym, fullmoon67. I heard a few guys called him Jay or Joe, I can't remember." Of course a ridiculous name with an allusion to lycanthropy. "I barely talked to him. He said he wanted to be in charge of animation and I was relieved because I'm very busy as you know.." "Okay, Becky. I get it. Focus on the basics. What does he look like? Do you know the guy who played the werewolf or even where he is at the moment?" Her face twitched in concentration."I always thought that you liked Dean, as implied in the book. It's a surprise you're looking for someone else." I shot her a warning look to signify her that I was serious. "Okay. Sorry. The guy you're looking for is in the backstage room for employees. Can you tell me what is happening?" I sighed and closed my eyes for a second. I really needed to find Dean and Sam but avoiding the crowd in the process would be difficult. Then, I had an idea. "Thank you Becky. I promise I'll tell you everything later. Last question. Is there a way to access the employee's room without going inside?" Her eyes lit up and she explained to me how to get there. I waved at her and ran away.

As I reached the employees room's door, I tried to think of what I would say and do once inside. What if Joe was waiting for me inside? I was used to traps, by now. I took a breath, turned the door handle and decided to improvise from scratch. I was greeted by a somewhat tall brunette guy. For a moment, my heart almost jumped. It was like Ethan was here before my eyes. But then, the guy turned around and the memory faded instantly. "Hey!" greeted the guy. "Thanks for not killing me earlier." He said with an awkward smile. "Sorry for that. I have a few questions for you,..." He understood that I waited for him to tell me his name. He brought a hand to his chest, where I tried to stab him not that long ago, and replied "Aiden." "Okay. Aiden, who hired you for this animation?" He seemed to think for a moment and finally said "It was a tall guy, Joe something, I can't remember his full name. He told me that he worked for a convention and was looking for an actor to play a werewolf for an animation and that it was well paid. I got the job and he told me that you and the two giant guys were my partners for the show and that I had to fake fight you. He said that you already had the script and that I just had to come out when the light went out and start the fight. Then I saw your reaction and I was 'Well, guess we'll improvise now'. So the fight went on. But when I saw the pure hate you had in your eyes when you were above me, I understood that it wasn't a fake fight anymore. I'm really sorry that you went into such a panic, but I guess it means that I am a good actor." He said with a small smile. "Also I'm sorry for your boyfriend, didn't mean to knock him out like that."

Was it this evident that I was in love with Dean? Then I realized that my reaction was a bit over the top when it happened. I felt my face growing warmer. " Thank you Aiden. I'm sorry that I tried to kill you." He smiled again, I could tell that he was sincere. "Don't worry about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take my paycheck and go to perform at a 10 years old boy's birthday. Have a good day." He said and waved at me. "Have a good day too." I then got out of the room. This son of a bitch was definitely toying with us. But why? He could have killed us a thousand times. Why put so much energy into such a plan? I had to find Dean and Sam as fast as I could.

To my relief, the crowd had disappeared and the brothers were talking in a corner. As I approached them, I saw Dean turned his head and practically ran to me. "Goddamn, Robin! Where were you? Sam and I looked everywhere to find you!" I could see a slight mix between fear and panic on his face. Sam was not far behind him. Dean's eyes were scanning my face. "I saw him." Was all I said and Dean and Sam understood immediately. "Let's get somewhere less crowded." said Sam while taking the lead. We were interrupted in the process by several fans who were amazed by our performance. I was walking between Dean and Sam the whole time, as if they were afraid that Joe was still here.

When we finally reached a kind of lounge room, I began to tell all the information I gathered. "When we were lost in the crowd, I saw him going inside the room, he smiled at me and went outside. I didn't have the time to run after him because I was stopped. But then I sprinted outside and no one was there. Then Becky told me that apparently Joe is one of the organizers of the convention in charge of animations. So I managed to find Aiden, the fake werewolf." I was sure that I saw a hint of jealousy in Dean's eyes but maybe it was just a figment of my imagination. I kept going. "He told me that Joe hired him to play the werewolf and also told him that we were fellow actors who already knew the script. That's why Aiden was surprised when I almost stabbed him. Now the 1 million dollar question is why? Is he toying with us or something?" All the information seemed to sink in their minds."Well, you were right about the trap but this guy is even more twisted than we initially thought. First a series of murders near Lebanon, then the trap with his son and now the fake werewolf… It's a plan to attract our attention but why?" Asked Dean. I could see gears turning in his head. Sam's face crunched in concentration and finally said "What if he took advantage of our scene to commit another gruesome crime?" This perspective was scarier because we weren't able to save anyone if that was actually the case. "I hope not and that this son of a bitch enjoyed the show!" exclaimed Dean. "Drives me crazy to be some puppet into someone's scheme." he said while running his hands in his hair. I patted my hand on his shoulder and looked at him. "We'll stop him, Dean. One way or another." Sam seemed deep in thought while Dean put his hand over mine. The tension was so heavy in the room that I wanted to relieve it but I knew that it was pointless. Joe escaped us again and who knows what was next. Because it was sure that this wasn't going to end that easily. "So, did you guys find anything while I was gone?" I asked, hopeful. "Nothing, just boring talks with people and Dean got a bunch of numbers." said Sam with a sigh. By this time, Dean had his head in his hands. "Guys, the convention day is over, maybe we should head back to the motel and try to rest a little?" Dean lifted his head and looked at me. "You sure that it was just a day and not two?" I could feel that he was tired. "Yeah, I'm sure. Come on, we have to go." Sam got up as well as Dean.

We tried to sneak discreetly but apparently Becky had a way to sense Sam from a mile away. She practically popped in front of us with Chuck next to her. Was she ever tired?."Leaving so soon guys? Come on, stay a bit longer. Thank you so much for the show, we already got incredibles reviews on our page!" Then she seemed to remember something. "Robin, you were supposed to tell me what you were doing here." I decided to disguise the truth a bit. "We're looking for a werewolf in San Francisco." It wasn't a total lie, just a less complicated and scary truth. "Oh! That's so exciting! Are you going to write about it Chuck?" That's the moment Dean appeared in the conversation. "About that, do you remember the promise you made us to not write anymore?" Remembrance seemed to hit Chuck. "W…Well I know. But do you guys know how hard it is to survive as an author? Plus, I wrote about the arrival of Robin in your life to help you." Something broke in me and I was about to jump on him. "So you're the one who provoked Ethan's death?! Do you know how hard it hurts?!" I felt a pure wave of violence and Dean tried to sooth me a little by placing himself next to me.

But it was useless. "Must admit that I got a bit lazy with a simple demon hunt but hey, it builds character" he said rather casually. I lost it. "I'm going to build you something! I don't care who you are, I'm going to…" This time, Dean grabbed my shoulders to stop me from doing something I could regret. But how could this so-called author belittle my pain like that? Even though I was grateful to be with the Winchester, it didn't justify that cost. My heart was thumping loudly in my ribcage. The anger was consuming me. To the point where Dean's strength wasn't enough to stop me completely so Sam joined him.

They managed to get me out of the place. By this time, I stopped struggling. "Sam, go fetch Baby. I'm taking care of Rob." He said while throwing him the keys. He then turned to me and placed his hand under my chin to gently lift my head. "You should breathe a little." whispered Dean in my ear. Usually, this proximity with him would help me but this time it didn't. The chilly air of the night wasn't enough to cool me down and tears threatened to fall. Then I felt a pair of strong arms around me, then all my anger began to fade slowly as his cologne and warmth filled my senses. All I felt was just sadness. "I know how much it hurts, believe me. But the most important thing is that you're not alone, we're here for you. I'm here for you." He released me for a second to look me in the eyes. I could see all the feelings his green eyes were able to express without a single word. He looked like he was about to cry himself. I wouldn't be able to fight tears if he ever cried."Ethan would be glad to see that you are with people who love you, who would die for you if needed. That you have a family, as dysfunctional as it is, but a loving family. He would be proud of who you became: a fearless woman who can kick anyone's ass and saves many lives on a daily basis. Don't let assholes like Chuck get the better of you, they're not worthy of your time. Now, look at me." I once again lifted my eyes to look at him.

If I dared, I would forget about my fear of rejection and kiss him. But I could not let my feelings get in the way again and jeopardize my friendship with him. "It will always hurt. But with time, you'll tend to only remember the good memories and cherish them. They're gonna be the first you'll think about when you'll think of him, as if nothing bad ever happened. I know what I'm talking about. I know that Chuck could have made you run across us randomly instead of this, but we can't change what happened. I learned it the hard way. I'm just glad that this demon didn't kill you too and that you are here in front of me today." He gently caressed my cheek with his calloused hand. We stayed like that for a few more moments but the roaring motor of Baby interrupted it. Dean helped me up and led me to the car. He exceptionally let Sam drive us to the motel.

Once in the car, Dean put my favorite mixtape on the radio just to lift my mood. The mixtape he gifted me a year ago while one of our binge watching nights. It contained some songs he couldn't stand but that never failed to make me smile. "Feelin' better?" asked Sam, while throwing me a glance. I smiled a little. "Yes, thank you." The whole drive was a happy one, filled with laughter. Even though the danger lurked, a little joy, as feeble as it was, couldn't hurt. Soon, without noticing it, we were back in the city. "So, do you guys want to eat something? I saw that a diner is near our motel. Maybe you could get some pie?" "Yeah, sure! And Robin?" "Yeah?" "I'm watching you this time. Don't even consider getting close to my pie." I couldn't help but laugh a little. This little white lie saved me earlier. "I hope they have a pecan one and…" Dean interrupted himself. There were at our right a bunch of cop cars and an apparent crime scene in a dead end alley. "Do you think…?" I began. I didn't need to finish my sentence, they understood. "Yeah, it's possible. We're gonna need our feds suits." said Sam while driving to our motel.

Timeskip

We parked the car and once out, we walked toward the cops who were there. Sam spoke first. "Agents Ford, Hamill and Fisher. We want to speak to the sheriff." as we all showed our fake badges. The agent just nodded then turned on herself to lead us to the sheriff. The further we went, the more gruesome the crime scene looked. Blood splattered on the concrete and the walls. Various cops were looking around. The sheriff was looking through a number of miscellaneous papers and speaking at the time with a forensic agent. Then he noticed us. "Well, good evening, agents?" "Ford, Hamill and Fisher." said Dean as we showed our badges again. It seemed to satisfy him. "Is the FBI really concerned about this kind of case?" he asked, lifting his hat a little. Dean had his confident smile on. "Well, this could be the pattern of the next Ted Bundy, so we have to investigate." The sheriff nodded and he began to expose. "It seems like our victime is a 26 years old man. His ID indicates that his name is Aiden Barnett. His heart has been ripped out from his chest and he has massive lacerations on his face and upper body. We also found a paycheck with a name on it. The person who made it identify as Glen Kyle. The main problem is that Glen Kyle died many years ago." Aiden… Utter horror overtook me. I could have saved him if I only knew. "Agent Fisher? Are you okay?" said the voice of the sheriff. It brought me back to reality. "Uh yeah, just tired." When I threw a glance at Dean and Sam, I noticed that something seemed to trouble them as well. "If you'll excuse us, we have to talk." said Sam, without waiting for the sheriff's answer and he took Dean and I both by the arm. Once we were alone he said "Glen." Confusion was written all over Dean's face. "Remember Madison's nice werewolf neighbor? The one we had to kill in San Francisco a couple of years ago?" asked Sam. Then Dean's eyes widened. "And that dead guy made a paycheck for Aiden, as Aiden the fake werewolf? This is getting crazier and crazier."