Hi Everyone! :wave
Well it's finally here-the rest of the story! Thank you to all of you who enjoyed reading its beginning in FanFic Challenge 5 (which i've included here too since it is the beginning after all ) and thank you for the encouragement you all passed on to me to post the rest. Hope you like it! :)
Happy reading!

OF WOLVES AND WINCHESTERS
By Celtic
Warning: violence and some mature theme

Part One: First Impressions
The first time I met the Winchester’s, Dean was covered in blood.
A lot of blood. My blood. He saved my life.
The night is still a blur to me. It’s all just flashes really. Everything happened so fast. At least that’s what I told the cops. They would never have believed me if I’d told them the truth.
The real truth was that friends and I were camping at Crowe’s Peak. Karen had brought her new boyfriend, Derrick Caldwell, as in the very wealthy very handsome heir to the oil legacy of Jackson County. I can’t stand him. Something about him just…I don’t know…never felt right. But Karen was desperately enamoured with him and being her best friend, I let her have that. That was my first mistake. The second was letting her wander off into the woods with him that night.
They weren’t gone long when we heard her scream. It was the most terrifying sound I’ve ever heard…until I heard the second sound. A low guttural growl…then another and another…and then I saw them. Yes them, slowly intently surrounding the campsite. Justin yelled for us girls to run but I couldn’t move. Fear and the glow of their loathsome yellow eyes seemed to bind me to the forest floor. When they attacked it was chaos. There was so much blood! And then screaming, growling, the tearing of flesh and bone. I don’t know how but somewhere in it all I finally ran. I couldn’t have gotten very far though before one of them was upon me. And then the pain!-the searing pain of fangs boring into my flesh and tearing at it. I could barely catch a breath to scream for my life. Justin appeared and hit the creature with something, I don’t know what it was, I didn’t care. It left me for a moment and turned on him. “RUN!” he shouted at me. I could see in his eyes he knew he’d die and I couldn’t let him believe it was for nothing. So while he had a moment of life left in his eyes, I pulled my self to my feet and I ran into the darkness. Tears and my pounding heart burned at my throat and chest as I forced myself to run. Branches ripped at my cheeks, brambles razor-nicked my bare legs and feet but I kept going. The screams faded behind me till only the sound of me trampling the ground cover filled my ears. Then silence.
I had come to a clearing, a cliff really, overlooking the rushing Black River thirty feet below. I was trapped. For the first time after it happened I felt the agony in my left side. Gingerly, I lifted my blood-soaked tee shirt from my waist and saw the gaping wound beneath it where the creature had bitten me. It hurt so much I fell to my knees next the cliff edge and shut my eyes against the pain. Then a twig snapped. Terrified, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. And there it stood, yellow eyes gleaming from within the shadow of the trees. I could hear it breathing and then the growl as it stepped into the moonlight before me. Crimson stains covered its fur and mingled in the saliva that dripped from its jaws. Painfully I struggled to stand, never breaking its stare. It stepped forward and lowered its massive head, ready to leap and finish what it had started. It was then I knew I would die there. There was no way out. My heels felt the cool clay of the cliff edge starting to crumble beneath my weight and I decided what to do. I closed my eyes and got ready.
BANG!
The thundering sound of gunfire exploded into the night air. My eyes flashed open in time to see the bullet rip through the chest of the demon beast, catching it in mid-air and dropping it hard and dead to the ground. My relief was short-lived though as I felt the cliff-edge give way beneath me in the same moment. A slow and dream-like sensation took over as I fell back to meet fate in the river below me. Surely, I was still dreaming in some way when I felt a hand upon my wrist and then a strong arm around my waist pulling me forward then lifting. I felt dizzy and delusional as my eyes stared not into the starry sky above as I plummeted to my death but into two intense green eyes that held me and kept me from slipping away to the solace of eternal sleep that begged me to give in.

“Hey c’mon now. Stay with me, we’re almost there.”
His voice forced my eyes to open again and look up at its source. Those green pools stared down at me concerned and serious, urging me without words to trust him, to fight. Then I saw his face-a striking, handsome face though weathered by the toils and cares of someone who should’ve been much older. Red stains of my blood smudged his cheek and throat and more soaked his shirt collar from carrying me close against him. For what seemed like an eternity we held each other’s gaze without speaking though strangely familiar one to the other. I could feel the painful sensation of his hand on my wounded side, pressing something against it to slow the bleeding. I mustered what strength I could to lay my hand over his.
“Thank you” I breathed.
The twitch in his jaw while he held my gaze just confirmed what I’d already guessed. I was in bad shape.
“Step on it, Sam.”
That was the last thing I heard before losing consciousness. It was morning when I woke up again in the hospital. Sunlight stung my eyes. It wasn’t until I opened them completely that I saw him. He was sitting in the most uncomfortable looking chair, a brown leather jacket draped across his chest. The previous night’s blood stains were washed from his cheeks and throat but he still wore the same shirt. He must’ve stayed with me through the night. But why? Who was this saviour of mine? Were did he come from? And how did he know how to kill…that thing? I watched him for a few minutes as sunlight washed over the room. I decided to sit up farther and tried. Ouch! I stifled my gasp as he stirred in the chair. I had forgotten how badly I might be hurt. Carefully this time, I propped myself up to sit forward. Then I took a deep breath and pulled back the sheets.
The first few seconds were blurry from the welling of my tears, though I fought them from staining my cheeks as I stared. My legs were so bruised, swollen and scraped, and my feet- I gasped out loud.
“I know they look bad but their actually superficial. Your scars will heal”
I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. I will never forget his voice coaching me to stay alive. Speaking through an unexpected gulp of emotion, I finally looked up and met those green eyes.
“Will they?” I asked.
We both knew what I meant. There went that jaw twitch of his again, saying what words could not. I was really starting to wish he’s stop doing that. Feeling too vulnerable right then I looked away and pulled the sheets hastily back over my legs. He got up from the chair and walked towards me.
“Ah, hey, um, I’m Dean. My brother and I-“
“Saved my life.” I offered.
“Yeah, something like that.” He answered.
“So why are you here?” I asked. He looked confused.
“Well we brought you here after we found you. You were hurt pretty bad.”
“So do you make it a habit of saving people and spending nights in their hospital rooms, Dean?”
He smiled and those green eyes held me again. “Something like that.”
“Okay. So where’s your brother. Or is this hospital room thing your fetish?” He couldn’t help himself but smile at that one.
“Coffee run. Hell be back”
“Look, Dean, I don’t know if I said it yet or not, but thank you. Thank you for…what you did.”
“Actually you did say it already but you’re welcome.” Again he just held my eyes in his, lingering.
“What?” I finally asked, curious about what was being unsaid, brewing between us. Just then the brother came into my room. Taller and darker than Dean, he smiled at me as our eyes met and handed Dean a coffee.
“Hey, it’s good to see you awake. I didn’t know if you’d be up or not but I brought one for you too.” He placed the third coffee cup on the table beside me. “How are you doing?” His voice was sincere and comforting and for a moment I forgot my earlier awkwardness.
“As good as I can be I guess.” I returned his smile. “I’m alive…thanks to you guys.”
“I’m Sam, by the way” He reached out his hand and I shook it unable to keep myself from smiling at him-Sam was just that kind of friendly guy people smile for.
“I’m Michaela…Mike to my friends.”
“Well Michaela," Sam started.
“Mike” I said and again Sam smiled, understanding the sentiment.
“Mike, I overheard that detective talking to one of the nurses last night. He said your campsite was attacked by a rabid wolf pack?”
I nodded. “That’s what I told him.”
I paused looking down at my covered legs searching for something to validate that theory, some rationale to prove differently from what I feared the truth could be. Finally, I swallowed and spoke.
“But they weren’t wolves, not real wolves…were they?”
I looked right at Dean this time.
“Actually they were very real. But you’re right; they weren’t your run of the mill Timber wolves.”
“Dean-“ Sam’s voice was concerned but Dean didn’t heed his brother’s tone. Dean’s voice was serious but strangely quiet and low when he continued.
“Sam, she knows, okay? She knows. Don’t you?”
The softness in his voice just then caught me and I looked at him searching for an answer to why this strange connection was happening between us. Somehow in his gaze I found strength again and spoke.
“I-I’m still trying to make sense of everything. But the more I try the less sense it makes…I don’t know what else it could’ve been but…I mean I thought it was just a myth but…they…they were…werewo-..”
I could barely force the word over my tongue.
“Werewolves, Mike. Yes, they were.” said Sam as he sat down on the side of my bed. “And I’m so sorry you had to find out that they are very real”
“And you’ve been bitten pretty deep” Dean said, leaning forward on the foot bar of my bed.
The next few moments felt eternal as I suddenly realized what was actually happening. Werewolves were real. These guys knew it. I had been attacked and bitten by one of the beasts. And the brothers had saved me-or had they? If I remembered right what little werewolf lore I knew, the bite infects the victim and they-oh my god! Instantly the closeness of the brothers to me on that hospital bed was no longer soothing and comforting at all. Now their closeness filled me with terror by the facts I was realizing. They were here to kill me not comfort me! The truth of my deduction must’ve read loud and clear across my face as I tried to pull away into the headboard.
“Whoa, Mike it’s ok, they can’t hurt you here.” Sam assured me.
“It’s Michaela” I breathed, trying to keep my composure, preparing to scream.
“Dean!” Sam shouted.
Suddenly my head was pressed against the raised mattress, a firm rough hand clasped just hard enough against my open mouth to stifle my attempt. Dean loomed over me, one hand on my mouth, the other rendering my torso immoveable. He was so strong. Too strong. I stared into his green eyes again, begging for mercy.
“Now look, whatever you got going on that head of yours right now, forget it, alright? We’re not here to hurt you; we’re here to help you. If we wanted you dead we would’ve left you to bleed out in those woods?” This time it was Dean that searched my eyes for answers. “Now if I let go are you still gonna scream?”
I shook my head ‘no’ the best I could. He waited, fixated, searching my eyes. Finally he slid his hand slowly off of my mouth and stood up next to me. I could see Sam now. He looked flustered and concerned.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
I nodded as I started to adjust back to a comfortable sitting position. Sam reached out his hand to take my arm to help. Dean reached for the other one but I pulled away from him and leaned on Sam. Right then I wasn’t sure what to make of my green eyed would-be hero. He had scared me just then and I avoided his gaze deliberately. Sam shot a disapproving look at his brother.
“Look, Mike, I know you’re scared right now. This is a lot to take all at once. But Dean’s right, we’re here to help you…and we really can help. It’s kind of what we do.”
“What do you mean help me? What can you do?” I asked. Dean took this one.
“The werewolf lore about being bit and then changing into one is pretty much true but the fact of it being a permanent condition isn’t.”
“You’re saying I can stop it?” I asked.
“Well yes, when you know what to do.” Sam interjected. “And fortunately we know what to do.”
“Well good let’s get started” I piped.
“Actually, we can’t do it right away.” Sam conceded.
“But you just said you could fix this.” I insisted, confused and fearful again.
“We have to wait for the next full moon” said Dean.
“What? Won’t the moon change me?”
“Yup. But it’s the only way to perform the ritual successfully.” Dean began. I was starting to loose that warm hypnotic feeling for Dean Winchester fast. “The demon spirit of the werewolf has to be summoned and trapped in order to exorcise it and break the curse.”
“Are you telling me I have to become one to break the curse” I breathed.
“Yes, but we can break it, Mike. You just have to be willing to trust us.” Said Sam.
“So? Do you trust us?” Dean pressed.
I tried to think things through for a minute. Then I looked up and caught those green eyes once more and I knew. This time I smiled.
“Something like that.” I answered.

Shortly after that they left to gather supplies and make preparations, leaving me to ponder the nightmare that had become reality in such a short time for me. Werewolves, rituals, demon spirits, my friends all dead or worse….And what about me? What if something went wrong? I decided not to think about that right now. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the pillow. Slipping off to sleep, those green eyes reappeared and I relented, allowing them to lull me into reassurance that I could survive this and I did my best to believe it. But in the recesses of my mind I could still feel it-the penetrating glare of those evil yellow eyes that stared me down in the woods that night. The feeling grew so strong that green soon blended to yellow and I awoke with a terrified scream...or was it a growl?

~
A week has passed since I was bitten. I’ve been home for two days now. My sister Sera took the first flight in from New York when she heard about me. Arrived just after I woke from that dream…at least I think it was a dream…yes, a dream…

I’ve pretty much kept to myself since being discharged. The doctor told Sera not to worry about it; pretty normal behaviour for someone who’s been through so much and been hurt so badly. Normal? My ‘behaviour’ is anything but normal. That’s why I’m keeping to myself, shut up in my bedroom with the windows shut and the curtains drawn. The sunlight stings my eyes even when I’ve been awake for hours and the noise! I can hear every cricket and bullfrog, every whisper of the wind on every blade of grass, every ripple of water bouncing over the river stones in the back field. At first it amazed me but now…it never stops and I know why. I’m changing. I can feel it.
The bruises and scrapes that were so swollen and horrible have nearly completely healed. And my feet-I can walk without a flinch of pain. Normal, they said. Not even close.

I’ve done my best to keep Sera from seeing my miraculous recovery rate. She seems to be willing to let me be; probably thinks I’m embarrassed by the damage so why push me.
Just then my side throbbed. I pulled up my shirt, Slowly I peeled back the gauze taped to my side and looked down. My bite wound was still pretty gruesome. Doubt that’ll heal so quickly. A mark of my fate I suppose.

Knock, knock. The soft sound on my bedroom door was a welcome interruption from my brooding.
“Come in.” I said, pulling my shirt back down into place.
The door eased open gently to reveal my sister Sera. She smiled brightly but I could see the concern behind it in her eyes. She never has been any good at hiding that kind of stuff--always was the emotional one.
“Hey, how’re we doing today?” She leaned on the door, still smiling.
“Alright. About the same.” I answered.
“Well, if you’re up to it, you’ve got some visitors downstairs. Might be good to get out of here for a little while.” She looked around my room as she spoke.
“I don’t think so, Sera. Tell them thank you but I’m not really feeling up to it today.” I knew it wasn’t what she wanted to hear but I couldn’t risk going public right now.
“Well, if that’s how you feel…I was told if you said that they’d come up here to see you anyway though.”
I shot a glare at Sera, shocked by the brashness of these ‘visitors’, whoever they were.
“And what makes them think they can do that?” I said.
“They said the name was Winchester.” She smiled at me again, but differently somehow. “So? Are you going down or are they coming up? They did help save your life you know. You could at least say hello.” She was determined to get me out of hiding.

Sera held my arm and I leaned on her for support as we carefully made our way down the stairs. I’m sure I could’ve made it easily on my own but I had an appearance to keep up in front of her now-that of the injured victim and nothing else. Not yet. Maybe never.
Sam’s kind eyes and a warm smile greeted us as the living room came into view. He stepped forward to help Sera maneuvered me down the last steps. I looked up for a moment and found those familiar green eyes staring intently from across the room. Our eyes locked as I carefully made my way to the couch. His jaw twitched. I looked away immediately. I couldn’t keep this up while looking into those eyes. He knows what I’m hiding. I can feel it.
“Thanks” I breathed as Sam and Sera stepped back from me once I was seated.
“Can I get anybody anything?” Sera asked, surveying the room.
“Coffee would be great” Dean smiled and winked and my sister blushed.
“Coffee does sound pretty good. I’ll help.” said Sam.
Through a very pleased and chipper grin, Sera nodded. “Great.” And linking her arm in Sam’s, she happily led him to the kitchen; leaving me alone with Dean.
I could feel him watching me. I tried to act ‘normal’.
“So, how goes, you know…everything…for the, uh…thing?” I asked, finally daring to look over at him.
“Good. Fine, actually.” He’d decided to play along. “Sorry we haven’t been in touch much the last few days. Been gathering supplies and stuff. Getting’ ready.” Now he sat down on the coffee table in front of me. Our knees nearly touching, he leaned forward till his lips were inches from my ear.
“What are you doing?” I could feel his breath hot against my skin and the rhythmic pulsing of fresh blood in his jugular. It was intoxicating. Right then I pulled away fast. What the hell was that? I thought.
“I don’t know what you mean?” I finally uttered, still leaning away from him.
“I think you do.” He held me with his eyes as he’d done before, searching. Then I felt his hand grab my leg hard where he’d seen the wounds only a week before.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted and leapt back to the far end of the couch, pulling my legs up around me. Dean leaned back and looked at me, almost triumphant. And then I realized what the hell he was doing.
He did know. And I had reacted exactly the way he’d expected.
“Mike, are you okay?”
It wasn’t until Sera spoke that I realized she and Sam had come back into the living room. Apparently my shout had caught their attention. Sera was searching back and forth between Dean and I for answers. She was growing noticeably uncomfortable with my body language and Dean’s too-cool demeanor.
“I’m fine.” I finally answered. “I’m fine, Sera.”
She wasn’t convinced. “I think you two had better go.” she said, eyeing the two brothers cautiously.
“Dean?” said Sam.
Dean placed his hands on his tattered-jean thighs and stood up. With one step he was within inches of me again, leaning low to look me in the eye, his words only loud enough for the two of us to hear.
“You can’t hide it from her no matter how much you want to. Sooner or later she’ll know the truth and who’ll be here to save her when she finds out?”
“I think you need to leave now.” Sera wasn’t going to ask a third time.
So they left.
Sera shut the door hard behind them.
I watched as she stood with her back to me for a moment, composing herself before she turned around.
“Now, what the hell was that all about?” she asked.
I avoided her gaze trying to find another lie to tell to bide me some time.
Then it was Sera, like Dean before her, sitting on the coffee table, our knees nearly touching.
“Come on Mickey, it’s me here. Whatever it is you can tell me, alright?”
She rubbed my arm with a sympathetic hand but all I could think was how warm she was, how loud the pulsing of her blood through her young veins…so strong…so close. At that thought I abruptly stood from the couch and turned away from her.
“What is it? Please, tell me.”
In the split second her hand grazed my shoulder, I whipped around and -. By the fear and confusion in her eyes I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I had… growled… a low guttural growl.
This was too much.
Caring little for keeping up appearances now, I ran from the living room, up the stairs and into my bedroom, slamming then locking the door behind me, praying the locks would keep me in.


Part Two: Prelude to the Kiss
Four hours went by and nothing. Sera had left about an hour after I’d barricaded myself upstairs. I couldn’t blame her. The whole thing was crazy and horrifying and she was going through it without any explanations at all. I squeezed my eyes shut in a futile effort to stop the next flood of tears.

“Mike?”
Even dreaming Dean seemed to find a way in.
“Hey, come on, can you here me?”
I blinked slowly and realized I wasn’t dreaming. I focused and saw those green eyes smoldering down at me and I had the distinct sensation of déjà vu. I must’ve dozed off before. I was still so tired, exhausted even…and cold. Why was I so cold?
“Come on, easy does it”
Dean slipped his arm around my waist and helped me up from the floor where he’d found me. We stood up too quickly though and everything blurred and spun, faster and faster-
“Whoa!”
But before I hit the hard floor again, my feet left it and I was floating across the room in Dean’ arms before he eased me gently onto the bed. Everything was still moving. I could barely speak. What’s happening to me? I thought.
“Just lie still now. Catch your breath.”
“Sera? Where’s my sister?” I asked.
“She’s fine. She’s with Sam getting supplies.”
His jaw twitched once while he stood looking down at me so I shut my eyes.
“I’m so cold.” I whispered.
He pulled the comforter up from the foot of the bed and draped it across me. His hand grazed my cheek as he helped me pull the blanket up around my chin.
“Geez,” He paused and hesitantly placed the back of his hand to my forehead. “You’re burning up. Stay put.”
He left the room for a little while. I could hear him downstairs in the kitchen, cupboards and drawers opening and closing, the clanging of dishes, water running; and then the distinct sound of his boots on the stairs once more soon making their way down the hallway to my open bedroom door.
He reappeared with a large bowl and a cloth in hand and made his way to the nightstand by my bed. The sound of the cold water splashing and dripping from the cloth as he soaked it in the bowl and rung it out, resounded in my ears unnaturally loud. The refreshing sensation of coolness on my forehead was soothing despite my shivering beneath the down comforter.
I squinted painfully against the beam of sunlight now seeping in through the half drawn curtains of my bedroom window. Dean’s eyes seemed concerned and knowing when he noticed my reaction. He surveyed the room for a moment then walked to an old plaid throw he’d spotted draped across the rocking chair in the corner. He gathered it up and went to the window, hanging it from the curtain rod, blocking out the sun.
“Thanks” I uttered “how did you know—“
“Wolves aren’t partial to sunlight. They prefer the dark if they can have it.”
He never looked at me once when he spoke. I swallowed hard thinking back for a moment.
“You know what’s funny?” I mused. “I bought this house ‘cause I fell in love with its big south windows. The thought of the full sun shining in on me everyday...” I paused remembering how much I had loved that and how far away that memory seemed right now. “Now I can’t even stand it to seep through the curtains.” I scoffed sadly.
“This stuff that’s happening to you, the changes; they’re going to get worse.” Dean started. I closed my eyes again hoping to shut him out. I didn’t want to hear any of it. But we both knew I had to. So it was back to business.
“It starts with a heightening of the senses-sounds, smells, tastes-things like that. Then victims start to experience some of the benefits, so to speak, of the curse-strength, agility…the ability to heal quickly. What you feel right now is typical: long sleeps, fevers, disorientation.”
“That’s great, professor.” I opened my eyes to see him grin, understanding the need for sarcasm right now. He sat down on the bed still avoiding a direct look.
“You’ll get your strength back soon too. But only because you’re getting closer to changing.”
“Into one of them… into a werewolf.” I sighed and swallowed hard again. “I hear myself saying it but I still can’t believe it.”
There was an uncomfortable silence between us.
“Dean, I’m so scared.” I finally sobbed.
“Hey,” Dean placed a hand on my forearm and I looked over at him, tears welling that were too exhausted to fall. “Sam and I are gonna get you through this.” he assured me.
“Yeah,” I looked deep into those green eyes that had become my haven, my safe place more than once in the last seven days and saw his uncertainty “I know.”
Again uncomfortable silence; both of us seemed to want to tell each other more, but there was only the silence.
This time it was Dean that broke it.
“You look tired. Why don’t you rest for awhile till everybody’s back?” he suggested, his voice low and almost tender. I conceded with a smile as he stood up.
“Dean?”
“Yeah.”
“Will you stay with me…here, till I fall asleep?”
He paused to drag a chair from next to the nightstand till it came within a foot of the side of my bed. He sat down and leaned forward, elbows resting on the mattress.
“Right here.” He said.
I closed my eyes then for courage as I reached out my hand to hold his while I drifted into darkness.




~
“NOOO!”
I sat bolt upright as the terror leapt from my lungs. My eyes frantically searched the scene. I was in my bedroom now, not the woods where I had been just moments ago; running, growling…so much blood everywhere…God help me…
“Hey it’s alright. It was just a nightmare.”
I turned to the familiar voice beside me. One look at those green eyes and I fell into his chest, sobbing.
“It’s okay.” I felt him tense at first as I buried my face in the warm comfort of his body. Then he relaxed and wrapped his strong arms around me. “It’s okay.” He repeated.
I tried to swallow my emotion but he heard it.
“Shhh.” I felt his arms squeezed just a little tighter. Then I could hear his heart beating a little quicker, matching mine, as we sat there.
“It was so real.” I managed to say. “So awful…”
“Hey,” He let go his arms and turned my face up to his. “It’s over now, alright. It was just a bad dream.”
I struggled to get out my next words, lost in those strange green eyes.
“But that’s just it…isn’t it? It’s not a dream at all.”
There was that revealing jaw twitch.
I regrouped.
“Um, are Sera and Sam back yet?” He let go and sat back a bit.
“Yeah, a few hours ago. They’re downstairs.”
“A few hours ago? How long have I been out?”
I stretched my back and neck, feeling oddly rested and anything but cold now. Actually I felt remarkably well all things considered.
“About six hours.” Dean answered. I paused my stretching and looked at him. “I told you long sleeps were part of this, remember?” he said.
“You weren’t kidding. I do feel a little better though.” I dropped my feet over the edge of the bed and sat for a moment.
“Yeah well you should still take it easy.” He lectured.
“Yes mom.” I shook my head and stood straight up; bad idea. Dizziness blurred my vision for a second and I felt two strong arms stop me from falling. When the blur cleared the arms were still around me and we were standing next to my bed.
“You okay?” he asked
“Yeah, fine.” I answered, neither us had moved yet.
Then I dared to look up.
When I did I found those eyes transfixed on mine. I couldn’t hide what I was thinking, what I’d been thinking since we first met. Somehow now it seemed more fervent than ever. So reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, I kissed him.
We lingered for a moment. I felt him kiss me back. Then Dean’s hands went to my wrists encircled around his neck and he pulled them free, holding them still on his chest.
“Mike, I don’t know if this is such a good idea.” He breathed, staring at my mouth inches from his.
“If you really want me to stop, I’ll stop.” I lied.
Without another word and in one swift motion his hands moved my wrists back to his neck then found their way to my waist and pulled me into him. Then he kissed me. Slow and soft at first; then hard…wanting. I felt the flex of his muscles as he effortlessly lifted me just far enough from the floor to walk to the bed. Then we fell into each other-kissing, groping. His mouth was as sweet as heaven and as bad as hell. It was ecstasy as he moved it from my lips, to my neck, to my shoulders. Pieces of clothing were wrestled off and tossed aside; his shirt, my shirt, my jeans. He moaned as I dug my nails into the flesh of his back when he leaned too hard against my bite wound. A wave of adrenalin washed over me as a strong hand gripped my thigh. I fumbled successfully with the button of his blue jeans and then, with a strength I’d never known before, I had him on his back looking up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, surprised and eager for what ever was coming next. And I wasn’t one to disappoint. I kissed him hard and rocked against him. I felt consumed by the need for his touch, dizzy from the adrenalin rushing through my veins. He was at my neck again. Biting, licking and I felt the room begin to spin in a rush of euphoria. I bent to his neck to return the favour. He was so warm…so edible. The thundering of blood feeding his veins pumped rhythmically with us and I could feel its flow rushing beneath my lips. Suddenly I found myself on my back, flipped fast and rough. He straddled me, holding my arms to the mattress. His green eyes were searching, unsure of something.
“What’s the matter?” I lied as I tried to catch my breath. But I knew what it was.
His jaw twitched as he watched me.
We both knew what it was. As I was reveling in the sensation of his blood pulsing beneath my lips I had growled…low and guttural, just like before.
“Dean? Please…” I tried to sit up.
Still unsure, but wanting me as much as I did him just then, he bent down to kiss me again.
I growled in delight.
This time he leapt clear across the bed to the floor and stood there, bare-chested and perfectly sure this time. I rolled to my knees and began to crawl across the bed towards him. He backed into the wall with a thud as I got closer and I laughed.
I laughed? I did.
Something inside me found his nervousness amusing, even arousing. An insatiable need to get a hold of him took over and I leapt at him. But he was ready and side-stepped me easily.
“I told you I didn’t think this would be such a good idea.”
“Oh, come on Dean. You’re going to make me work for it now?” I grinned. Our eyes were fixated, waiting for the next move.
The lovers had left; the hunters were at play now.
“Mike, you gotta listen to me, alright? This isn’t you. By doing what we were…doing, we kind of woke up that ‘thing’ that’s in there, in you. So now you gotta let me talk you back down, okay?”
We circled one another slowly. Dean’s words offered hope and help but by his body language told me he’d kill me if he had too. It also told me he didn’t want to.
So I came at him faster this time.
I slammed him hard against the bedroom wall. He held me at arms length by my throat, gripping tighter as I pushed into him, seeking to taste the life flow that beckoned from his neck. Struggling against me caused his neck veins to swell and his pulse to quicken. The sound of his blood was irresistible and with each pump of it I felt my strength increase till Dean was struggling for air.
“Uhgh!”
I suddenly dropped to my knees struggling to breathe. Dean had shoved his knee into my stomach, hard-really hard.
Now I was pissed.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” He said from somewhere above me. “Sorry ‘bout this too!”
“Ahhgh!” I cried out in shock and pain as his boot connected with my jaw.
Lying on the hardwood I gasped for air, spitting blood on the varnished surface. I pulled myself to my hands and knees and glared at my attacker.
I managed to stand, my strength returning.
I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand and growled. Before he knew it, I was on him once more, my right knuckles splitting his lower lip, whipping his head back, forcing him to stumble. But he recovered quick and answered with a boot to my chest. Everything blurred for a moment as my body connected hard with the armoire behind me, but I could hear him coming and managed to avoid the next barrage. This time my foot met his chest and he fell backwards long enough to give me time to regain my stance. We watched one another intently, breathing hard, licking blood from our lips.
I was growing tired of this game.
I came at him again but he caught my wrists somehow and with the strength I had feared when pinned to the hospital bed seven days ago, he catapulted me off my feet. I crashed into the hardwood once again, knocking the wind out of me. He was on me in seconds; pinning me to the floor, straddling my torso to keep me down this time.
“SAM!” he yelled. “SAM!”
I kicked the air relentlessly, screaming, snarling. I tried to get him off by thrusting my hips off the floor. He kneed me in the side where my healing bite wound was.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed in agony as the searing pain rushed through my body, forcing my hips back down.
Suddenly Sam and Sera burst through the bedroom door. Sera was horrified but Sam was all business. He grabbed my sister to keep her back. Dean was in my face now, shouting at me.
“Mike! Hey! This is gonna get a lot worse if you don’t listen to me, right now!”
Dean’s yelling and Sam restraining Sera forced another surge of adrenalin through my body and without hesitation I butted heads with Dean with all I could muster. He slid off me like butter and I sprang to my feet with a triumphant snarl.
Sera stared at me, absolutely terrified of me.
I couldn’t stand that.
Dean was on his feet again, shaking his head and really pissed off. Sam was ready for whatever he would have to do to keep Sera safe from me. From me!
I had nowhere to go.
I turned from them and leapt through my bedroom window, glass shattering, and wood splintering all around me.
I hit the ground hard and lay there for a moment; yep, still alive.
And with that I ran at an unnatural speed towards the tree line and disappeared into the shadows.

Stay tuned for Part 3..... :evil

That is really awesome Celtic!! :cheer :cheer

I am captivated by your story. I can't wait to find out what happens next.

I hope that they are able to get Mike back before she hurts anyone. Love all the great detail. It really paints a picture. Wonderful start and I will be waiting for more!

Michelle

dude
this sounds awesome
i love dean in this story
and mike is soo cool
even though she's a werewolfie
*cries*
update soon

Fantastic !


I knew it would be.

I love Dean and Sam you have captured them so well and writing in the first person. I think i would be bitten by a werewolf if Dean was going to help me.

Your writing is great so true and realistic

Can't wait for Part three.

YAYAYAYA GO GIRL

Steffs

Oh Wow! Celtic! My congratulations! It was awesome!!!! I must read it again!

:cheer :witch :car :supes

Hey everyone!
Part 3 is finally here! Thanks for your patience.
Before I start I just wanted to say thanks so much for everyone's support and encouragement to continue this story here and to all of those who voted for me in the Challenge 5. :)
Just a few comments before we get started:
Rora-hope you enjoy this part as much as you did the first two. I had alot of fun writing it. Thanks for your PM's and for encouraging me to post the rest of the story.
Steffs- thank you for all of your encouragement and support. So glad the characters and story have really come to life for you. It's a great thing for any writer to hear
Isadora-Thanks for the PM's of encouragement. You have a lot of fans out there and I'm honoured that you've enjoyed my little story.
xgetawayxcar09-so glad you liked the way I wrote Dean. I tried to be true to his character. Love the werewolf comment, made me laugh! :lol2
mlaspike-I'm really glad you were so taken by my story. It's been great to have your support and friendship. Means alot :)
Ravenlyn-Hope you like this part of the saga (even though it's still in the first person POV) ;) Can't wait to hear what you think!
debdoo-thanks for your support. Hope you like where I go with the rest of the story
Gumnut-hope you like the rest of the story and thanks so much for your comments and support. Glad you've enjoyed Dean...I always do ;)

Now without further ado, on with the show! :fire

Part Three: Hunted
I’m not sure how long I ran before I stopped. Just for a moment. It was warm and dark beneath the cover of the trees. I pushed back strands of damp hair from my face. Sweat glazed my body as I stood there in bra and panties, catching my breath.
I shivered.
My eyes struggled to focus. The night sounds bellowed in my ears, my heart was pounding so fast.
“Ahhh!”
I dropped to the ground, my abdomen screaming for mercy as pain ripped through me.
What’s happening? Why so much pain?
“Ahh!”
Again it bore into me like a hot blade. I gasped struggling to breathe against it. My eyes shot to the heavens, searching, pleading for deliverance. From above the trees, the luminous, taunting sheen of the moon filled my sights.
No! It can’t be, not yet.
Again the wretched curse tore into my belly and I cried out. I pressed my spine to the trunk of an old oak tree for support, slipping slowly to the forest floor, unable to stand through the pain. Tears stained my cheeks.
This can’t be happening! The moon isn’t full till tomorrow night. Oh God, please help me, I prayed. I shut my eyes trying to will it, beg it to stop.
Snap!
My eyes flashed open at the sound of wood snapping somewhere in the darkness.
It was close. Too close.
This new pain had distracted my senses too long. Deep within me something stirred in response, injecting my limbs with growing strength. I managed to stand.
Swish
My eyes darted to the right. Something had just brushed against the ground cover. I waited…
…Silence.
Then, ever so faintly, but distinctly, I heard it. The rhythmic beating of a heart…then two: three? The hairs on my arms and neck rose as a simultaneous rush of instinct exploded through my veins: run!
Just as quickly, the click of a cocked .45 forced instinct to reconsider.
Even before I had turned to face the weapon’s keeper, I knew who it was. His green eyes were as cold as the steel revolver he held, aimed and ready, between us.
Sam and Sera flanked on either side, loosely concealing the flash of silver hand guns at their sides. My back was to the old oak as they each took their stance.
Trapped!
“There’s nowhere to go, Mike.”
Dean was calm and definite as he spoke. Our eyes fixed on one another. In his I could see escape was not an option he was going to give up this time. His heart pumped steady and regular. He was ready. What ever may have happened between us earlier, the compassion, the emotion was gone. Or he was just that good of a hunter. Seconds passed but felt eternal as I listened, as I calculated, trying to find a way to get out without hurting anyone…or anyone hurting me. My human heart pleaded with me to believe things weren’t as they seemed. Maybe if I could just talk to them rationally, I could live through this. But in my core the wolf brooding inside me saw the guns, the stalking nature of the scene and knew better. I tried to fight that primal instinct to survive at all costs, trying to buy my human half time to reason. Sam’s heart rate nearly matched Dean’s. From the corner of my eye I could see a hint more compassion in his dark eyes but his trigger finger was more than ready.
Damn, these boys were too good.
My hope came in Sera as my senses settled on her. Though she held her gun tight, finger on the trigger, her heart was beating far quicker than the other two and she was fighting to keep back the tears that burned her pretty blue pupils. I could almost taste the salt of the sweat I smelt forming on her upper lip. So I turned my eyes on my sweet sister, letting my own tears flow for her to see.
“Sera, please.” I begged. She swallowed hard.
“Don’t do it, Sera!” Dean warned.
“Just stick to the plan, Sera.” I glared at Sam whose soothing tone threatened to foil my plan.
“Please, Sera.” I wept.
Sera’s gun quivered slightly; her tears freely falling now.
“Mickey…I’m sorry, but you can’t stop what’s happening to you. It’s not your fault.”
The combination of the genuine emotion in her voice and her gun still aimed at my chest frightened me more than Dean ever had. I wasn’t merely trapped; I was going to die here. The realization brought a dizzying nausea to my throat. Even without a full moon I was changing way too fast. We all knew it; and they had clearly made their decision. Somewhere between bringing hope to the hospital and tracking in the woods, the compassion to save me had left their hearts and so I let it leave mine.
Even for Sera.
Whether or not I was still me, or the wolf, or some unnatural fusing of us both, I decided: they weren’t getting me without a fight. The instinct of the wolf I had been fighting so hard to repress finally clawed its way to the surface right then and glaring at Sera, my tears run dry, I growled…low and guttural.
“Hey!”
I flashed my eyes and a warning snarl at Dean: his actions so predictably meant to distract me from mauling my little sister. My jaw muscles flexed as my eyes bore into his and I envisioned violently ripping that confident look right off his face.
BANG!
…but I never got the chance.
Part Four will be on its way in a few days....see you then :fire

OMG, that was amazing! What an awesome ride.

Mike trying to lure her sister into hesitation long enough to get away, or worse kill her, or worse yet, change her too.

Dean and Sam ready for the fight. And of course they are good hunters! We all know that don't we! :P

So, who took the shot?

Can't wait to find out!

By the way I will catch up with you soon. Still thinking about you!

Michelle

NO
you didnt kill mike!
EVIL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVIL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*hyperventilates*
dean's still hot

Awesome! Love where it's heading and I honestly can't wait to read more. I will definitely have to put this on my tracker.
Like I said before hon there is so much detail and emotions that you capture in your writting you can't help but be drawn into it. Yes, even if it is 1st person pov :D.
Update soon cause honestly I want to see what happens to Mike.

Holy crap this is awesome!!! You've got me completely hooked!! Great job!!

wow! I have to agree, this is awesome! I can;t wait to read more. :D

Excellent Excellent and a Cliffy tooo

BANG


Did they shoot Mike or did Sera shoot one of the boys OMG I just thought of that.

EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK


Loving this story and the first person pov.

I wonder if we will learn just what it is to be a werewolf

Steffs

Awesome! Amazing! Fantastic! Ohhh Lee!!! I love it! Remember my words: Kripke!

Lots of love, Rora***

Hey guys! Here's the rest of the story! Hope you enjoy the ride!
I have had such a great time reading all of your comments. PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING! :)

Part Four: Dazed and Confused
The smells of the damp cellar and of freshly brewed coffee woke my senses. I blinked slowly in the darkness. A wave of nausea blurred my vision and I swallowed forcibly against the urge to vomit.
“Mornin’”
I forced my eyes to open completely and adjust to the dimly lit basement. There he sat not six feet from me on a metal stool loading a gun with silver bullets. I watched him in silence, trying to make sense of it all.
Where am I? Am I alive? I can’t be.
I tried to speak but coughed painfully instead, feeling a heavy stinging in my chest. Instinct sent my hand to the spot but the clang of chains on cement froze it in mid air. I looked down and for the first time noticed the weight of thick chains padlocked to my wrists, pinching my skin. Without a word my eyes went back to Dean. We held each others gaze. His jaw twitched. He didn’t like this anymore than I did.
He stuffed the gun into the back of his jeans and lifted two steaming mugs of coffee from the shelf beside him. He walked a few strides towards me then crouched, offering one of the mugs to me.
“Here.” He said. “It’ll help.”
I looked into his green eyes so close to me now. Absently, I took the mug, my fingers brushing against his hands. I was warming up long before I took a sip of java. I winced at the clank of my chains. Dean glanced down at them then sat back against the wall at an angle from me: close enough to talk intimately, far enough to be ready…just in case. I took a sip of coffee, the warm liquid soothed then stung my chest and I winced again.
“Normally that hurts a lot worse but considering your talent for healing, shouldn’t bother you too much longer” said Dean.
“But how…” I started, still trying to make sense of how I was alive in a basement with Dean Winchester after he shot me, point blank, in the woods last night.
“Tranquilizers.” He revealed.
I sat in silence, eyes on the floor.
“You thought I was going to kill you.” He surmised.
I still couldn’t look at him.
“Hey,” He leaned closer. “I told you we would help you and we will. You just got a little ahead of us last night.” He smiled, trying to inject a little humour. I sobbed; tears welling, begging to fall. Not the response he was expecting.
“I would have done it, you know?” My voice cracked through the tears that were starting to drip. “I wanted to kill you…” I looked straight into his eyes. “…so badly I could taste it.”
He tried but couldn’t hold my gaze without showing me more than he was ready to right then. So he looked away and I gasped my tears back in response.
“Well, you didn’t” he said, low and softly.
Then he looked at me with those vivid green eyes. In them I could see it, feel it: the ache to shut out this nightmare in the solace of his arms that had loved me last night; to drown my fear in his lips. His hand moved towards me but stopped, ending the fantasy I’d been drifting into just then. He was a hunter and I was the hunted. Even with my small shot at redemption, that’s the way it was going to be. The way it had to be. He stood and went back to his metal perch by the stairs. I swallowed back the urge to cry completely and changed the subject instead.
“Sera and Sam, they’re…”
“They’re fine. Sera went to work; Sam’s…out.”
“So what happens now?” I asked.
“We wait.” The gun was in his hand again.
“For what?” I swallowed.
“I can’t tell you that, Mike.”
My eyes conveyed my confusion clearly.
“Tonight is the full moon and that wolf inside you is going to wake up bigger and more badass then ever, making last night seem like a friendly walk in the park.” He motioned to my chains. “It’s going to take a lot to keep you under control till we’re done. The last thing we need is ‘it’ having a heads up on what we’re going to do to it.”
I hated the way he talked about it. Cursed or not, it was still me that they were going to do this to, whatever their plan was.
“If I know the plan it will know.” I realized. “…so we wait.”
Seeing the obvious in his eyes I dropped my tired wrists to the cold damp floor, leaning my head against the pole I was bound to. Then I shut my eyes, silent tears trailing my cheeks, and I waited.

Part Five: My Night to Howl
Hours seem like days when you’re chained up in a dark basement awaiting what could be your last hours to live. Each time I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep I woke hoping to find it had all been just a terrible nightmare that I had finally escaped by waking. But each time, Dean was still there with his gun and those eyes: watching, waiting. And the chains still clanked and my chest still ached. My nightmare was no dream; it was very real.
Dean and I barely spoke. What was there to say? We both knew there were only two ways for the night to end. I prayed silently for him to have perfect aim if it came to it. Not for my sake but for theirs. I remember the horror of the campsite attack: the thought of me doing that to them made me pray all the harder. As the afternoon set in I grew so tired I could barely keep my eyes open no matter how I tried to fight it. And so I slept and slept.
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When I woke again, dusk had fallen. The scuffing of boots on the cement floor and pungent scent of burning candles brought me out of my hibernation. The room around me was lit brightly by the flickering flames of more than a dozen candles. As my eyes focused I found Sera, striking a match to light yet another wick. Movement from behind me drew my attention from her. Without moving my body, my eyes followed Sam as he appeared to my left, scraping the floor with chalk, till he ended at my right: the result, a complete unbroken circle. He looked at me once as he continued to scratch and scribble. He seemed intent but uncomfortable when our eyes met and I was sure he hurried to finish his task. I studied the markings surrounding me, strange and cryptic as they were. Though I was unsure of their meaning, I felt uneasy looking at them, and grew restless. Having sat all day, I felt the urge to stand. Three pairs of eyes watched me closely as I got to my feet, the chains slack enough to let me do so and even take a step or two to either side. It felt so good to move. My strength was returning, growing as I paced from side to side. Though they pretended otherwise, I knew the three of them were carefully watching me.
But I was also watching them.
As dusk grew darker, I felt stronger. No longer was I annoyed by the sounds of the night awaking outside but strangely soothed now by their melodic hum. The chains on my wrists itched and annoyed me. I noticed that Sam and Sera were sticking close to one another as they discussed something in a worn leather book he was holding.
That’s good. She’ll need someone to hold her when she dies.
Even before I’d finished the thought I wished I’d never thought it…or…at least part of me wished that. As I continued to pace, two green eyes followed every twitch of my limbs, every flex of my muscles: waiting. I could hardly stand the chains now and began pulling harder on them each time they reached their length on every pace. Dean fingered the trigger of the gun each time, but his heart beat steady.
Oh, to hear it quicken in fear.
Again I tried to shut out the dark thoughts that clawed at my mind. But they were gaining strength as quickly as my physical body was. I could feel it tingling through my veins, prickling my skin from within. Then a wave of adrenaline, came entrancing as it warmed and strengthened every inch of me it rushed through. I shut my eyes savouring the sensation, so strange, so wonderful. My muscles hardened in response. I could smell, hear, taste everything around me: burning wax, the cellar dampness, the salty sweat that now beaded on all three of my captors; Sera’s perfume and the quickening of her heart beat, the flutter of a page turning in Sam’s book; Dean’s boot scuffing the floor as he stood up. And then the tantalizing sound of blood pumping strong and fresh, begging for release from its venous cage, consumed my thoughts. I licked my lips in anticipation of its warm, coppery taste.
Then it hit me.
Amid the empowering rush of euphoria came pain, hard and unexpected. I felt paralyzed to speak or move against it.
“Here we go, Sammy!” Dean cocked his gun.
Sera took a step towards me but Sam stopped her and I flashed a hard glare at them as another punch of pain ripped through me. The terror in Sera’s eyes told me whatever she’d seen in mine was more frightening then anything she’d seen last night. Even Sam’s jaw flexed and he shifted his weight. Sera willingly backed away and let Sam step forward. I fell against the pole I was bound to, my new found strength enabling me to still stand through the pain this time. My breathing was hard and quick. My whole body screamed for release but the pain kept coming.
Sam stood ready with the open book, waiting. Dean backed him up with the loaded .45 gripped between his ready hands. Sera started to pray.
Suddenly I felt a hot burning throb in my hands and looking down I watched in horror as my fingers contorted and bled with the emergence of hideous black claws where my fingernails had been. It was excruciating and I cried out dropping to my knees. One hand gripped my abdomen, my claws digging deep into my flesh. The other hand scraped the cellar floor like nails on a chalkboard, leaving deep grooves in their wake. Now the throbbing in my fingers was overwhelmed by a sharp tearing sting in my mouth. The taste of my own blood wet my throat. Again a sharp sting and more blood as I ran my tongue over my teeth and discovered the unnatural fangs protruding from my upper gums. Again the ripping torture of it all struck my abdomen with its full force and I let out a powerful, agonizing, unholy snarl.
“Now, Sam!” Dean ordered.
My new eyes burned at Sam Winchester envisioning my fangs sinking deep into his throat, spilling and drinking the sustenance that pumped loudly from within it. Sam kept his eyes on the leather book in his hands despite my rabid growls, speaking steadily in a strange language he was reading from its tattered pages. The chains clanged as I pulled them to their limits, my bare feet inching towards the edge of the chalk circle. Sera hid he face from me but I cared little for her struggle.
I was more interested in the other two who were trying to kill me.
I let out a crazed snarl of frustration against my iron shackles. Sam swallowed hard but continued to read and Dean’s gun snapped up to the level of my eyes.
He’s going first. I decided.
The other two would never have a chance without him. Besides he shot me first. Payback’s a bitch.
I twisted and thrashed trying to break free, the chains burning as they rubbed and cut my wrists.
“Sam!” Dean pressed.
Sam continued faster through his foreign passages. With every word, I grew fiercer and more determined to rip my tormentors apart. As he came to a particular part of his script the flames of the candles began to flicker and I felt an incredible surge of strength. I was silent for but a moment, and then with a bellowing snarl I ripped one of the chains free from the wall and leapt towards Dean.
“Sam!”
Dean jumped back just in time as the swift snap of the other chain stopped my assault. I stared into Dean’s panicked green eyes, fangs bared, claws slashing the air between us. Insane lust for his blood drove me wild with determination. I feared no one. Even with a silver bullet in my chest, I vowed I’d feast upon his heart before death took me. By the look in those pretty green eyes he knew it too.
But then something Sam said paralyzed my superhuman siege. I had no time to think about it before my body began to convulse and jerk painfully in response to his voice. I glared at the younger Winchester, baffled and terrified of him for the first time that night. Whatever he was saying was sending an agonizing burn from my gut to my heart to my throat. I couldn’t growl, snarl, or scream; only gasp for air. I dropped to my knees and glared at the two brothers now standing together. My muscles tensed in a searing pain as my claws scraped the cement in a futile effort to gain control of my body. Then with the last words leaving Sam’s lips, I felt an incredible surge of energy tear through my skin and out of my spine. Then I felt the cold cement floor as I hit my face hard upon it. There was a flurry of voices, and the scuffing of boots. A floating sensation enveloped me and a bright light warmed my closed eyelids.
Then it was very quiet and very dark.




Part Six: Sunshine
I opened my eyes to a warm breeze from my bedroom window. It was morning by the sliver of the light that sneaked beneath the window blind to play across the hardwood floor. I blinked and rolled my head across the pillow. It was quiet. Still early I figured. Slowly I sat up and adjusted my eyes to my surroundings. It was my bedroom just as it had always been though my old throw was draped over the armoire instead of the rocking chair where I usually tossed it. I sat in silence, pondering.
Had it all been a dream, just a horrible, terrible dream?
I pushed back the comforter and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. My legs were heavy, tired. With a deep breath in, I timidly pulled my pajama top up from my left side. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes fell upon the twisted scar of the bite mark I was afraid I’d find. I sniffed back the tears that stung my eyes. Then slowly I pulled up my sleeves revealing deep violet and red bruises encircling my wrists. Suddenly the quiet made me shiver with growing fear
Where was everyone? Were they alive? Was I alive?
I sobbed staring through blurring eyes at my wrists, confused and fearful of what reality I may have awakened to.
“You know, they look worse than they are.”
I looked up slowly and met those green eyes smiling from the doorway. I didn’t say a word as he closed the distance between us and crouched in front of me. His fingers traced my bruised wrists gently.
“These scars will heal soon.” Then one hand started at my neck tracing lightly down over my breast bone to my heart and stopped there.
“These ones…they’ll take more time.”
The brilliant green of Dean’s eyes shone as he looked deep into mine, sharing an unspoken understanding between us. I felt like we both wanted to say more but neither of us could find the right words to start.
“Well, good morning.”
Sera’s voice interrupted us. She stood for a moment in the doorway, smiling. Sam followed close behind. I watched my sister in disbelief as she sat down next to me on the bedside without hesitation. Dean stood up and stepped back. Sera reached out her hands and pulled my sleeves down to cover my wrists again.
“Everything’s going to be okay now.” She said through glistening eyes and then hugged me with all of her might. When we finally parted, we laughed in tears of relief.
“But how did you do it? How is this possible?” I asked, turning to the two brothers.
Sam was unusually hesitant to respond. Dean noticed and stepped in.
“In most cases the curse of the werewolf can’t be stopped.” He glanced at Sam for a moment then back at me. “But you were different. The curse is really kind of like a demonic infection. Changing into a werewolf is only the first part of it. Tasting human flesh, now that seals the deal…and there’s no going back after that.”
“But sometimes if a person finds help before they make their first kill…” Sam had found his courage. “…sometimes you can save them.”
“We used an ancient ritual that’s kind of like an exorcism to expel the wolf demon. It had its risks, but it worked.”
“You should be fine now.” Sam finished, almost sadly but I had the distinct impression his sadness was not for me.
“Thank you, all of you. It’s hard to believe it’s over... I wish I felt more hopeful. I guess it’s just going to take some time.” I looked directly at Dean on that last part and he smiled back knowlingly.
“Actually, I’ve kind of come up with a plan for helping you with that.” He said.
“What’s the plan?” I asked curiously.
“I can’t tell you that.” He returned.
“What?”
“But I can show you.”
And he scooped me up from the bedside in his strong arms and turned for the doorway. I looked back over his shoulder and raised my eyebrows at Sera as we entered the hallway and she smiled back and shrugged her shoulders. Down the stairs we went, and when we came to the open front door, I hid my face in Dean’s shoulder to avoid the sunlight that was fast approaching outside. He smelled like leather and a fresh shower and I breathed him in deeply. Then I felt the sun’s heat tingle on my bare feet and the back of my neck as we stepped into it. A few strides later, Dean stopped and carefully set my feet on the grass. Confused and dreading the painful sting of the sun on my eyes, I shielded my face with my arm. My legs were still weak but I managed to stand still on my own.
That’s when I noticed: no pain.
Slowly I lowered my arm and opened my eyes wider: no stinging. The warmth of the sunshine soaked into me. I lifted my head and arms to the sky feeling it kiss every bare part of me; painless, soothing; wonderful! Now i understood the plan. IHe was giving back the sun. I laughed out loud basking in its rays, no need to hide in shadows any longer.
Soon Sera’s arms were around me joining in my revelry. I noticed Sam watching us. He smiled half-heartedly then headed for the Impala. I turned to Dean and Sera stepped back deciding to follow Sam.
It was just the two of us now.
“Thank you.” I breathed, throwing my arms around his neck.
I held on squeezing his leather jacket at the shoulders, sniffing back tears that threatened to fall again. His arms encircled me completely, strong and safe. When we finally began to let go, I brushed his cheek; his unshaven skin was rough and pricked my lips in a way that made my heart quicken. We looked at each other for a brief moment and I waited for him to kiss me back. He ran his hand tenderly along my cheekbone. Then with a quick peck on my lips, he swallowed hard and walked away.
He walked away!
I stood there alone, my heart in my throat, trying to understand.
Had it only been me that had felt an attraction between us? Maybe it was only the power of the wolf that drawn him to me that night. But my heart had believed it was real, real and powerful, from the very moment we met. Had I fooled myself that well? Or maybe hunters suffered their own curse?
With the creak of the driver door opening I risked turning around. Dean stood there, not moving, the door open, with his back to me. Sam said something to him I couldn’t hear then got into the car himself. Dean paused for another second more, contemplating. Then turning on the heels of his worn boots, he came right at me, a deliberate, intense look in his eyes. I started half jogging to meet him. As we came together, he grabbed the back of my neck pulling me in hard against him, drowning me in a fiery kiss that relieved all of my doubts. He towered over me, holding so tight, kissing so deeply I could barely breathe and I happily lost myself in his embrace. When we finally slowed down, he looked at me with those vivid green eyes and grinned devilishly, sending a feverish rush through my abdomen, flushing my cheeks.
After one last soft lingering lip lock we parted. He walked to the Impala, turning one last time to look at me before he slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door. With the deep rumble of the big black car and the taste of Dean Winchester still lingering in my mouth, they pulled out of the drive. I watched until the silhouette of the Impala blurred into the horizon and then they were gone.
“Well, you don’t meet guys like that every day. They were really something, huh?”
I smiled at Sera’s words before I answered.
“Yeah, something like that.”

Phew is it hot in here.


That was such and excellent story I loved the structure and the originality of seeing from the hunteds point of view.

It was so sympathetically written and so HOT that last bit i could feel the crackles between them and the reference to Dean's green eyes :thud

All i can say Celtic is that was wonderful and satisfying and PLEASE write another story SOON

Steffs

That was a really amazing ending.

Writing the entire thing from Mike's perspective was incredibly smart! I also felt the heat through several of the chapters.

Please write another story. Really looking forward to more of your work! :D :D

I will PM you later!

Michelle

awesome loved it!

dude
i effing loved this
YAY dean got some ACTION
its so frustrating when everybody hugs on sam and makes out with him
dean's so far only got cassie
PFFt
and andrea
but still she doesnt really count
HAHAH
I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH
and i'm glad mike was saved
she's effing awesome
you did an awesome job

Awesome!!! That was a great ending!!

Absolutely loved the ending. It was very well written Lee hon. Hope to see more from you.

Nikki

*big breath and teardrops* - ohh Celtic it was... beautiful. Lovely ending!

Hi guys :wave

Just wanted to pop by and say A BIG THANK YOU to everyone who's taken the time to read my little story. :lol:
THANK YOU for reading.
THANK YOU for posting such great comments! It means alot on my first fanfic.
And I'm soo glad you all liked the ending. :fire

Thanks again everybody!
:) :) :)

Hi Lee!

I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed the fic and I am looking forward to your next story.

PLEASE don't keep us waiting too long.

You may not know this, but most of us are not very patient people when it comes to waiting for our Dean and Sam fix. ;)

Anyway, you did a great job on the Wolves and Winchesters!

Talk to you later! :clap

Michelle :hug

For my next fanfic are you guys wanting a little more of Mike and Dean or something else?
Let me know and I'll get 'write' ;) on it.

OOO Mike and Dean would be nice but you don't have to write in the first person.

I loved the electricity between them the smouldering.

Steffs

I am good with anything. Love the writing.

Michelle

the mike/dean theme is amazing! but hmm maybe with something from dean's perspective this time? we know mike totally wants him. or you could do like perspective from both persons!!
okay i'm getting really into this. if i dont stop i'll write the whole damn story for you!!!
HAHAH
so yeah whatever you think is great will be AWESOME. i can tell cause your writing ROCKS SO MUCH

Whoa! This was a very well thought-out story, write more soon! :cheer

hey thanks soooo much Jenckles!
I hope to write again very soon but I'm going on a little trip first for two weeks so I'll try to post when I get back!
cheers everybody!!! :lol:

Oh wow Celtic!!! That was totally amazing babe!! I was hooked from part one! You are one of very few people who write Dean perfectly, it was spot on to the point of it almost seeming like a proper ep, I could picture his actions completely and it was sooo right!!
Excellent story, adored Mike and Dean, would love to see more! And that ending? WOAH!!! That was the stuff of my fantasies LOL!!!! PERFECT!!!

Really good stuff sweetie, can`t wait for more!!!! :cheer :cheer :cheer :cheer

I love the avi by the way! B)

Looking forward to more of your work. :) I have so many ideas, but my self esteem with my writing is...well, not good. Ha! I think I'll give 1st person view a shot, I never tried writing in it. You know the funny thing? I never really liked that point of view writing, but after reading yours, I'm going to have to change my opinion!

Hi Jenckles, :wave

I love my avi too :) Thanks!
And thanks sooo much for the compliments on my fic.
I had a blast writing it. It was my first so i was a bit shy putting it out there but everyone here has been awesome with support!
And you are not the first person I've seemed to have converted to changing their mind about 1st person POV :evil
Catch ya around the board! Cheers!
:car
(i am so addicted to this dang thing :wub: )

Amen! :P

Hey, have you read the trilogy, The Wereling? It's actually out of print, but you can order them online or borrow them form the library. Very good series. ;)

Thanks jenckles!
The website looks very interesting. I'll definitely try to check out the books when I get a chance.Thanks for thinking of me :)