A wolf's heart

Chapter 1

More people dead, more hearts missing, these wolves never stop do they? I turn to Dean who just got done chugging a beer. "It has to be werewolves...a whole pack of them" I tell him looking back at the pile of papers on the table. "I don't know man, we never dealt with an entire pack before, werewolves usually are..well lone wolves" Dean said chuckling to himself grabbing another beer from the fridge. I run my hand through my hair in thought. "Then why so many dead? One werewolf alone couldn't have killed this many people, and with the full moon only lasting for two days?" I said standing up and grabbing my jacket. "It does sound weird, but hopefully we will find the son of a bitch and kill it. Let's go to the local bar I'm starving" Dean said grabbing the keys to the impala. I follow him out of the hotel room, locking the door behind us and getting into the passenger seat. The ride was calm and quiet, which was unusual for us. When we arrived to the bar, we grabbed our fake FBI badges just in case and went inside. Dean found us a table near a window towards the back and we sat down. I looked around the building noticing the wolf paintings here and there. The bar area was very clean, and the liquor shelf was organized and neat, with the neon lights shining on the glass shelf. The bartender was a beautiful woman with medium length red hair, pale skin with a few freckles, a flannel shirt tied in a knot in the front, and from what I could see blue skinny jeans. I wasn't the only one checking out the bartender, Dean was practically drooling in his seat. "Hey Sammy, what if you get lucky tonight with the bartender huh?" Dean said in a teasing tone. I roll my eyes and look at the menu to see what I want. Soon enough, the bartender comes over to our table with a notepad in hand. "Sorry it took so long gentleman. What can I start you two off with?" She asks readying her pen. "I will have a budlight, with the stirloin steak, cooked medium rare with a side of fries and the cherry pie" Dean said smiling like the biggest idiot ever. The girl turned to me after writing down my brothers order. "And for you sir?" She asks softly. I noticed her eyes are this beautiful bright blue color...one could get lost in them. "Do you need a minute?" She asks me. "Oh uh no sorry. I will have a budlight as well and the house garden salad please" I said finally after clearing my throat. She wrote down my order as well and sticks the pen behind her ear and the notepad in her back pocket. "Alright and before I bring you your drinks I will have to see some ID. House rules." She said smiling. Dean and I bring out our FBI ID to show her and she shifts a little. "My bad gentlemen. I will be right back with your drinks." She walks back to the bar area and prepares the drinks there first before getting ours. "I wonder what that was about?" I ask Dean. "Maybe she knows something about the murders." Dean said. The bartender walks back over to us drinks in hand and sets them down. "Food will be out shortly hope you both enjoy your drinks." Before she goes to walk off Dean clears his throat. "Yes?" She asks. "What is your name ma'am?" Dean asks her. "Neoma sir." She answers. "Do you know anything about the recent murders that has been happening around here for the past few days?" Dean asks. "Other than local police saying that they are animal attacks due to the hearts missing. Is that why you two are here?" Neoma asks. "Yes, but we believe they are more than just animal attacks. We think there is an active serial killer, or more, around with an odd obsession with hearts." I answer hoping to make Neoma more comfortable, as whenever Dean spoke to her, her body language changed. Before Neoma could say anything, two biker looking dudes, one with black hair and one with brown hair, come into the bar and Neoma stands up straightener than she was when talking to us. "Excuse me gentlemen." She says a little darkly and goes towards the two men. I look at Dean and he gives me the same look. Keep an eye on Neoma, she might be in trouble or know about the trouble. "I said leave this is not your territory." I hear Neoma say to the men. "And neither is it yours pureblood. This is the neutral ground remember?" The brown haired one said. "I still run this bar, Isaac so you listen to me whether you like it or not, so either you leave or I make you leave." Neoma says. The black haired one pins Neoma to a wall quite agressevely and Dean and I stand up and go towards Neoma to aid her. Dean punches the brown haired dude and I grab the black haired dude off of Neoma and shove him away. "She said leave, so leave." I said standing in front of Neoma as a sort of shield. "I didn't realize the pureblood needed saving from hunters...interesting. Come on Connor let's go." Isaac says to the black haired dude, who is I'm assuming Connor. The two leave and I turn to face Neoma, whose eyes changed from the bright blue, to a yellowish blue color. "Are you alright?" I ask her. Neoma closes her eyes and they change back to bright blue. "I'm fine, those two always come in here but this is the first time they caused actual trouble." Neoma says, a bit shaken. I glance at Dean who looks rather pissed off. What was all that talk about pureblood and territory? What the hell happened with her eyes? "What did those two mean by calling you a pureblood?" Dean asks randomly. Neoma looks at him, a bit frightened. "Just some family drama...nothing to worry about. I'm sorry I couldn't have been much help with your investigation. The bar is now closed, you two need to leave. Come back any time when we are open." Neoma walks towards the open sign and turns it off. The guests leave with no problem and Neoma goes to clean everything up but ends up dropping a few plates. Clearly she is shaken up about something. "Go to the car I will be a minute." I tell Dean. Dean of course tells me to be careful, reminds me about silver bullets and then leaves. I kneel down in front of Neoma and help her pick up the broken pieces. "You don't have to help me." She says softly. I look at her, notice she has been crying, and give her a soft smile. "I know I don't have to. I want to." I reply. Neoma chuckles a little and we end up cleaning the whole bar together. "Thank you sir." Neoma says to me. "Sam. My name is Sam." I said holding out my hand. Neoma takes it and we shake hands before she pulls her hand away. Before either of us could say anything we hear howling, and screaming. We run outside to see a werewolf just clawing at Dean. I run towards Dean, gun in hand and Neoma runs towards the werewolf tackling it to the ground. I lift Dean up and point the gun towards the werewolf. Neoma and the werewolf are now both standing up and in fighting stands. "Neoma back off, we can end this." Dean said. "No! This isn't your fight!" Neoma shouts back. The werewolf notices me pointing a gun at it and goes to lunge at me but Neoma stands in front of me. "Mom no! Its ok, they helped me with Isaac and Connor. You need to go home, its dangerous out here." Neoma says, to her mother? The werewolf keeps growling and snarling at me. Neoma turns to face me, with those same yellowish blue colored eyes. "Sam, if you really want to help me, please lower your gun, and tell your partner to do the same." Neoma asks me. I look at Dean who shakes his head no, but I lower my gun anyways. The werewolf then shifts its attention on Dean who still has his gun raised. "Dean put it down." I tell him. "But Sam-" "Now!" I shout. Dean lowers his gun and the werewolf stops growling at us and goes into a normal stance. Neoma turns towards the werewolf and puts her hand on its cheek? "Go home momma. Rest up, you will need it for the upcoming fight. And stay out of trouble, and for the love of everything stop hunting all the deer in the area." Neoma kisses the werewolf's nose and the werewolf goes back towards the woods. I hear a gunshot and Neoma scream in pain. I turn to Dean who shot her in the leg. "Dude what the hell!" I ask catching Neoma. "She is one of them!" Dean says. "She saved our asses. If it wasn't for her, you and I both would be dead!" I tell Dean who just sighs. I can hear the sizziling from the silver bullet in Neomas leg. "I'm so sorry...I should have told you both sooner...I." Neoma passed out..or died. I checked her pulse and its faint. I pick up Neoma and put her in the back of the impala. "If you want answers Dean, she is our solution, so keep her alive." I tell Dean. We both get into the car and drive back to Bobby's, which is a few miles north. Hopefully Neoma doesn't die, and she can tell us what the hell is going on around here.