The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Losing to Win, Winning to Lose

We made it back and joined the others back at Gerald's room. I guess it said a lot of what they thought of me to pull back without any actual explanation especially when I'd been out of the game for a year.

"What was that all about?" Susan asked.

"The vamp I followed turned out to be a werewolf." Every single pair of eyes in that room got wide, then real damn thoughtful. "She's dead, that's not all though. She sliced a guy's throat and was using a needle to pull blood from his veins for her vamp buddies. Sam? Gerald? Your vamps do anything weird?"

Sam shook his head, "Lured some dude into a corner booth and went for the throat."

"Mine came at me," Gerald said, "Something must have tipped him off. Don't know."

"Okay, there's more." I told them what Kate had said, I didn't go into how I found out. I hadn't really come up with a way to do that that didn't sound insane. No way in hell I beat a werewolf into talking that fast. They all knew it too. They looked at me, then at Sam.

He took a deep breath, this was going to get really uncomfortable fast. "We know, or rather knew, the werewolf."

Sherm crossed his arms, "Start talking."

"Sam, I'll tell it." If they were going to be pissed, they needed to be pissed at me, not him. "It was years back, we were on a case..." I told them everything. When I was done I was kind of shocked they weren't yelling at us or storming out.

Sherm looked at Joey who gave a slight nod, Gerald just shrugged, Susan and Teresa seemed more sad for what Kate had gone through than angry that we hadn't taken her out.

"Dean, don't panic," Joey said, "We've all let one or two go. The hunters that don't are the ones you want to steer clear of, they're freaking loco man."

Sam and I both relaxed, a lot. I remembered a few hunters, like Gordon, who'd lost sight of the larger picture over the years. It was an easy trap to fall into, especially if you didn't have someone to keep you sane. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Back to the problem at hand, the rest of this group is bound to notice that the caterers didn't show back up with the main course and they'll start sniffing around for hunters. Sam and I have to go handle the kid. I know it's not really my place anymore but I'd tell all of you to lay low and keep some distance from those houses. Trail them if you have to but don't get close enough for them to sniff you out. Not until we know more about what's going on."

Sherm raised an eyebrow at me, "Only way to do that is get close enough to hear them talk, or get one somewhere where we can make it talk. Unless Sam has some other new toys hidden in the trunk of that new ride of his."

"I don't, but I know someone who has a lot more toys than I do." Some sort of idea had hit him and I was about four steps behind wherever he'd just headed. "Follow them, get photos, clear as you can. Email them to me. Get license plates too. I've got someone who can find out anything about anyone, even the undead. Don't hunt them, don't engage them. Just get me photos. Three days tops we'll know what names they go by, where they're holing up and probably their original date of birth."

And he'd headed straight into genius land. Felicity could track these bastards some way or other, she was the woman who'd hacked the Vatican after all. This would be child's play for her. I almost started laughing because it was such a sweet idea. "Awesome!"

"Who is this person?' Teresa asked.

"Not a hunter, a computer hacker. Best in the world. I'll send this stuff over to them, you guys split up between different hotels. Stay in groups though and just sit tight until I get back in touch. Please."