Rouge

Chapter 6

Dean lent on the hood of an old ford, as he watched as the pack disappeared up the road. They were off to hunt down the rogue wolf; Dean was staying behind to track the hunters. Yeah, he was a clever wolf. Dean thought sarcastically. He was confident that the wolf would not be returning to the woods for a while, after been chased by the pack the night before. So, his family was safe for the time been.

After some snooping around the local motel, Dean quickly figured out that his Dad and Sam were staying at Bobby's. It had surprised him to see Bobby Singer hunting with his Dad. As the last time Dean remembered seeing Bobby, John and him had had a huge fight which resulted in Dean and Sam been packed back into the Impala and heading right on to the next town over. Things had change then, Dean wondered if his fake death had something to do with that.

Dean knew his family thought he was dead. Doc had told him that they had been hunting the same wolf that John and Dean had been after the night he was bitten. The pack hadn't been fast enough to save Dean, but they did kill the wolf. It turned out the wolf was an eighteen year old boy. The boy's body was so torn up after the fight that he was unrecognisable. Dean had been unconscious from blood loss, but Doc had later told him, that he had quickly made the decision to dress the body in the ruins of Dean's clothes. Doc had known Dean was a hunter. He had known that Dean stood no chance in the hunter's world that his only hope was with the pack.

Dean now knew that wolves were not all like what hunters believed them to be. There seem to be three types. The first was sub-conscious wolves, these were normally people who never knew they were werewolves, the transformation usually happen when they were asleep and they did not remember it afterward. These were the most common werewolves hunters hunted. It was a wolf like this that attacked Dean. The poor sons of bitches have no clue what they were doing they just acted on wild instincts, but that made them more dangerous. The second types of wolves were the ones like Dean. They were wolves only really in appearance. They could transform at will into their wolf form, but they retained their humanity. Most of these types of wolves lived very normal lives with no-one been the wiser. There are some like the pack Dean lived with that used their abilities to hunt down dangerous wolves. The final types were the rogue wolves. These were the truly dangerous werewolves. They could transform whenever they liked and they had complete control during the transformation, though they had no regard for human life. They were normally wolves that had gone crazy, or wolves who when they were human had no real regarded for human life to begin with. The wolf Dean's pack was hunting at the moment seemed to think everything was a game. He was always looking for the next hunt, the next challenge. They'd worked out that he rarely became human as he was stronger, faster and more deadly as a wolf. He was the reason why Dean was so concern for his family.

Dean headed toward the gas station. He needed food; his stomach was trying to eat itself. He also needed sleep. His arm was a constant throb and the bandages around his chest restricted his breathing. God, he would love for some painkillers right now. There was no point in Dean taken them though; his metabolism was so fast that they would burn through his system before having any effect. Grabbing an array of chocolates and chips, Dean then grabbed some water and packaged sandwiches from the fridge. Ignoring the look the cashier gave him as he paid, Dean headed straight for the old ford. He couldn't sleep in the ford, not with his ribs. So he headed back to the motel and booked in for the night. He had already eaten most of his food before making it to his room. Shoving another sandwich and chocolate bar into his mouth Dean made his way over to the bed. Collapsing into it he was soon fast asleep.

Dean slept right through to the next day. Once he woke, he quickly packed up and headed on to Singer's Salvage. Sitting in the old ford out the front of Bobby's place, Dean fought the urge to climb the fence and get closer, to see his family. He knew he couldn't though. As soon as his father saw him John Winchester would have to kill him. Dean was a monster whether he liked it or not. Nothing he could do would change that short of killing himself. Dean however couldn't just kill himself; it was the coward's way out. So, he had taken to killing as many evil sons of bitches as he could. If he died in a fight, well then there was just going to be one less monster anyway.