They Walk Among Us

Chapter two

Dean woke up the next morning feeling like he had been sleeping on a bed of needles. He didn't notice it until he stood up and felt a sharp pain through his back. At least he wasn't hot or itchy anymore, something was different but Dean couldn't put his finger on it. His thoughts were incredibly loud, much to his shock and he was starving, normally he was always hungry but this was the feeling of not having anything in days. He got dressed and made his way downstairs to go make himself something to eat, at the table, Sam was still passed out from his late research. Dean could hear him breathing from the other side of the kitchen and he wished his brother wasn't so loud. He thought about waking Sam up but his stomach refused to allow him to think about anything but food, so he ransacked the fridge until he stumbled across some meat. Before the hunt, yesterday Dean had managed to get his hands on some bacon and sausage. The hunter held onto both packages and certainly didn't feel the urge to drool. Despite trying to stop himself Dean couldn't resist the thought of just eating the meat without cooking it, scared of his own thoughts he began cooking it immediately. By accident, he slammed the fridge door causing Sam to wake up.

"Huh, where's the fight?" He asked, still half asleep. Dean told him there was no fight and that he should have slept in his room, not on the table. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Sam asked in annoyance.

"Because I am an awesome brother," Dean responded. "Now hurry up and eat Sammy, we have a case to finish," Sam gave a heavy grown before getting up. Dean noticed the book he had been reading and thought about taking a look through it just as a precaution. But he couldn't do it with Sam watching, he would no doubt start asking questions. So when his brother was preoccupied with complaining about the smell of meat while grabbing an apple, Dean stole the book.

"Dean," Sam said to him.

"What?" Dean asked, trying to act like he had been listening.

"Did you even hear what I was saying? I think the alpha is infecting his victims with some kind of serum that gives them amnesia," Sam explained. "I talked with one last night and he didn't seem dangerous just confused and desperate,"

"Desperate for what exactly?" Dean asked. If what Sam was saying was true then whoever this Alpha knew a thing about messing with people's brains.

"To remember what happened and find his family, the kid was seventeen and couldn't find his younger siblings," Sam answered. Dean could relate to being in that situation, if he was stuck somewhere without Sam and had no idea why then he would be bitter too.

"We need to talk with him then," Dean responded. If anyone could confirm his suspicions, help with the case, and possibly relax his constant worries was speaking with the kid.

"Dean, that could be risky, he could attack you," Sam cautioned.

"Doesn't matter whatever that alpha wanted, we could find out," Dean said and finished his food only to see that Sam hadn't finished his. "hey are you going to eat that?" Dean asked but immediately grabbed Sam's plate and started eating the bacon and sausage.

"Hey!" Sam called out annoyed that his breakfast had just been snatched. "I was going to eat that,"

"Well you took too long and I was hungry, now hurry up Sammy we still have a case to finish," Dean responded standing up to go change leaving Sam bewildered. He knew his brother ate a lot but that was a lot of food even for him. Something wasn't right with this situation and it left an uneasy feeling in his stomach. "Sam come on!" Dean exclaimed from his room. Sam didn't respond but got up anyway and changed into FBI clothes, he also noticed that his lore book from earlier was gone.

"What but it was right here," he said to himself. With a shrug, he left the kitchen and went out to the impala. Dean was messing with the weapons in the truck and maybe Sam missed it but it looked like he almost got burned touching a knife. Sam pretended not to notice when he got inside the car and wondered if Dean was really Dean.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, noticing how quiet Sam was.

"Just thinking," Sam responded. That was all he said besides the occasional yes or no when Dean asked him something. Dean figured that his brother was just tired due to the fact that he slept on a book. Speaking of the book he was going to read through it and push all his worries aside, there was no reason to freak out. The brothers arrived at the police station since all of the victims kept going there to find answers about who they were and where they lived. Sam mumbled to himself about the victims being falsely imprisoned however Dean still heard it.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Nothing," Sam responded, unsure how Dean could have heard him.

"But I..never mind let's just go," Dean said, letting that slide. "So you talked to this kid last night, what's he look like?" he asked.

"About 5'10, dark hair and green eyes," Sam answered. Dean nodded and held the bridge of his nose to avoid all of the sudden loud sounds around him. Even the sound of footsteps or talking was making his head hurt. Dean however played it cool and pretended not to notice when he entered the police station with his brother. At the front desk, both brothers could see a seventeen-year-old arguing with a police officer.

"Please just listen to me!" He exclaimed. "My brother and sister have missing for ten days, they wouldn't just run off,"

"Kid I have told you already I can't help you if you don't remember who you are or where they were last seen," the officer responded.

"But I have to find them, the crazy man is still out there!" the teen responded. "Please there has to be someone who can look for them," he continued. The officer said he was sorry but couldn't help him and asked the teen to leave.

"Excuse us," Sam said, holding up his badge. Dean did the same and the teen turned around surprised to see them.

"Wait, you're the guys from last night," the teen said.

"Agents, how can I help you?" The officer asked, completely ignoring the boy's comment.

"We'd like to talk to him," Dean explained. He could see the sweat and fear in this kid's eyes, he could also sense that he was getting frustrated and desperate with how often he was getting turned down.

"I don't think he will help much, like our other victims he has amnesia," the officer responded. Even though the kid had amnesia, they did have another idea, in fact, Sam actually had a folder with pictures of missing kids. Hopefully, it was going to help him remember what his siblings looked like.

"I'm sure we can find a way to get through that," said Sam, the officer nodded as Sam and Dean led the kid over to the interrogation room. They opened the door and allowed the teen to come through, he sat down across from Sam while Dean stayed back and could hear everything around him. "Alright kid," Sam said. "I'm going to show you some pictures of missing people and if you recognize anyone let us know," the kid nodded as Sam opened the folder and began to slowly flip through the pictures. Dean could hear the paper flipping as well as everything around him, it gave him such a bad migraine that it wasn't funny. He wanted to get out of there and hoped that Sam would hurry up and finish showing the pictures to the kid.

"Can we hurry this up!" Dean exclaimed, causing the kid to jump briefly not expecting Dean to act that way. Sam finished showing the kid everything until he arrived at the last two pictures, a boy and a girl.

"That's them," said the kid. "My brother and sister,"