We entered a room that smelt of so many chemicals. To name them all, would take forever. There were four tables out. Three had large bags on them. With bodies I assumed. Piles of medical equipment were everywhere. Smaller tables had small tools scattered on them. The lady who escorted us here had left. No one else was in the room.
"Hello?" Dean called out.
We heard metal fall to the ground in an office towards the back.
"Yes! Hello! I'm here. Over here. Be right there. Just give me a second." The voice said hastily. Dean stepped over to a bag and opened it, peaking in.
"Here's the hobo." He whispered.
"Hello!" A women said. "I'm Doctor Charlie. Just call me Charlie. What can I do for you two?"
"Well we just need to look at the three torn up bodies." Dean replied.
"No problem. Here you go." With that, she pulled back the covers on all the bodies.
"So, uh. I've seen similar cases of this. Are all their hearts gone?" Dean asked.
"They are indeed. No where to be found. Gone. Their abdomens are ripped to shreds and there are bite marks all over. I've never seen these bites before however."
"Okay. Thank you for your time. That's all we need." Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him back out to the lobby. We found Sam in the lobby talking on his phone.
"Come on Sammy. Let's go." Dean had let go of my arm. Sam muttered a goodbye and hung up his phone.
"Definitely a werewolf." Dean said getting in the car.
"Awesome." Sam exclaimed.
"No. Not awesome. It's killing people. Now, we have to kill it. Let's go grab a bite to eat."
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FanfictionDean had been taking care of Sam for years. Even after he quit high school, he still stayed so that Sam could finish it. He got a job at a repair shop and no longer relied on his Uncle Bobby or his dad. He supported him and Sam on his own. One day...
