Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Four

We sat in front of this girl with dark hair, she was slurping on a drink. She sets the drink down as Sam and Dean give each other strange looks.

"...and then it just...it tore Rick into little pieces," she says in a dramatic voice. Sam and Dean give each other glances again.

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is," Dean says. "...but can you describe the creature?" Apparently the girl was out with her boyfriend(Rick) and he was attacked. Somehow, she got away.

"Oh," the girl says. She slurps on her drink a little more. "It was a werewolf," she says, like that's the most obvious answer in the world.

"A werewolf?" I question, speaking for the first time since we got here.

"Mm-hm."

"You're sure," I say.

"Oh, yeah. With the furry face, and the black nose, and the claws...and the torn up pants and shirt. Like from the old movies." Dean and I raise our eyebrows.

"Whoa, okay, so...thank you for your time," Dean says. He starts to stand up. Sam and I copy him as the girl continues to slurp her drink.

-

"First a Dracula, then a full-on movie-time wolf man?" Dean questions to no one in particular as we head to the morgue again, unaccompanied by Sheriff Dietrich. "What the hell is going on in this town?" Sam slides out the body. He unzips the bag that's wrapped around the body and pulls the flaps open, so we can get a better look at the lifeless body.

"Damn," Dean says. Sam sighs multiple times, probably from the stench. "Alright," Sam says, as he holds some sort of medical tool. "Whatever did this, wasn't a psycho wannabe." He moves the ripped up skin in the chest around with the tool. "Look at those bite marks," Sam says, still examining the body. "Right down to the bone... and deeper."

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart, limb from limb," I put in quietly. They both throw quick glances at me before looking back at the body. "Could be a werewolf."

"Except, look," Sam says to me. "Heart's still there, in one piece. They never leave the heart behind."

"Thus, I reiterate. What the hell is going on?" Dean says.

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me." Dean and I look over and see Sheriff Deitrich walking into the morgue, now approaching us. "Just got a rush shot back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body. Canine, wolf hairs." Sam gives Dean an annoyed look.

"I'm getting a headache," Dean says, rubbing his eyes.

-

We eat back in the bar, the same place Dean met Jamie. "I don't know, man. Looks like we stumbled onto a midnight showing of 'Dracula Meets Wolf Man'. Is that it?"

"I don't know. I mean, wolf man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem less impossible, I guess," Sam says.

"Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair," I say. "That's just a myth."

"So what, we've got a vampire and a werewolf monster-mashing this town?" Dean asks. I think he's getting pretty annoyed. Dean looks up as Jamie brings over two large beers. I didn't want one, of course. I'll just steal some of Dean's.

Jamie sighs as she sets the beers down. "Looks like you guys are staying a while," she says. "I heard about Rick Deacon."

"This case just got weird enough for our department," Dean says, throwing a small grin at Jamie. I roll my eyes. Jamie chuckles. "Well, beers are on me." She starts to walk away, but stops and looks at Dean. "And just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight."