Claws & .45's

Chapter Four

Sam's hand brushed through his hair as he read through yet another book older than bobby. Nothing about curing werewolves... Nothing at all. He glanced over at Ice, who had passed out on the couch, hours ago.... Bobby was called away to help a friend named Rufus hunt a Windigo. Leaving the three there, He didn't know if Dean was asleep yet. Ices leg had already healedx he had been guessing that was because she wasn't human anymore....

Dean tossed the 7th book aside and sighed, his bandage itched like crazy and he was getting hungry. "Anything?" He asked Sam while walking to the fridge for a beer.

Sam looked up "no..." He said tiredly and shut the book. Looking go Ice. "Dean..." The younger Winchester was beggining to loose hope.

Dean stopped the words his brother was about to mention "I'll go look online" he suggested and walked off to grab the laptop and made his way into the living room to sit near Ice on the floor his head close to hers.

Sam let out a deep breath "and I'll keep looking through books" he grumbled. Pulling another one twords him and plopping it down. Dust rising to his face, Sam coughed and waved his hand around to rid of the dust.

Ice opened her eyes. She could smell the stress, the anger, the fear... She frowned slightly.

Dean scrolled through every website mentioning werewolves, a couple where crap based fiction, Deans brow furrowed in frustrated concentration. Oblivious to the soundless motion of Ice.

As he continued to click on endless links. He sighed heavily, he would stop at nothing to save her. Even if it drove him into the ground.

She was more lithe since she had, become , what she was. She was sitting on the couch and staring at Dean. Something sending shivers up her spine as she watched him intently. "Dean?" She finally said.

Dean jumped at the sudden sound behind him "geez," his side burned from the unpleasant movement. He turned to face her "did I wake you?".

She frowned "Dean I'm fine... What about you?" Her angered eyes on his side. A Look of rage flashed in her eyes.

Dean looked at her eyes startled "that I won't get used to" he mumbled as her glowing blue eyes shone. He sighed putting the laptop aside "it's just a scrape, I'm fine" he feigned a wince as he got up.

She blinked, the glow vanished. She looked upset. "I'm sorry Dean..." She sat back and pulled her knees to her chest. "It was easier when I wasn't the monster everyone was hunting" she looked up at him in worry.

Dean frowned "your still the same as you were before this crap all started."
Dean sat beside Ice and placed his good arm around her shoulders.

She gave him a look "No Dean.... I am not" she took  in a deep breath, breathing in the strong scent of blood and whiskey. Sighing as he put his arm around her.

Deans head pounded fiercely, his hands clammy. A pressure built in his eye making him groan lowly in pain.

"Dean?" She asked softly, her eyes worried and wide. She gently grabbed his good arm ."Dean what's wrong!?"

Sam felt himself nodding off as he attempted to stay awake.

Dean waited for the pain to pass, finally it stopped as fast as it started. Panting heavily he turned to Ice "I'm fine, it was just a..." Well he didn't know what it was but just shrugged "I'm probably just tired or something" he played it off as nothing.

Dean waited for the pain to pass, finally it stopped as fast as it started. Panting heavily he turned to Ice "I'm fine, it was just a..." Well he didn't know what it was but just shrugged "I'm probably just tired or something" he played it off as nothing.