Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural, but I really wish I could own Sam, Dean and Daddy… I would have so much fun!
One werewolf is a problem and entire pack is much larger issue
They were back at the motel. Both of them had made good use of the shower. Now Sam was lying on his bunk while Dean cleaned and stitched the lacerations on his back, "You know Sam," Dean said, "I think you did this just so you wouldn't have to help with the clean up."
"Yeah," Sam laughed, "because this was so much easier then a little work!"
"Have you come up with any ideas on how to find the alpha male and its mate?" Dean asked as he worked.
"Maybe, I need to do a little digging first."
Dean finished stitching and applied an antibiotic cream before carefully bandaging the area. "It should heal up fine," he said. "Let's just hope you don't get rabies."
Sam rolled over wincing as a pain from the injury shot through him. "What time is it?"
"Just after one," Dean said as he shook three pills out of a bottle and handed them to Sam with a glass of water.
Sam swallowed them without even looking at them and said, "Seventeen werewolves in less than five hours. That's got to be some kind of record huh?"
"Yeah," Dean said, "Listen, I'm going to go get us something to eat. I'll be back in a few minutes. Are you going to be okay?"
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. "I'll be fine. Hand me the laptop before you leave, and bring me back some pizza."
Dean handed his brother laptop picked up his jacket and keys and headed out the door. He walked next door and knocked on Billie's door, to see if she was hungry. Billie opened the door and gestured him inside. She had obviously taken a shower and cleaned up. She was talking on the cell phone to someone and Dean waited patiently for her to finish her conversation. "Yes, I'm fine." She said into the phone. "I know you don't need to lecture me!" She rolled her eyes at whatever the other person said, and asked Dean, "How is your brother?"
"He'll be fine," he replied, "I stitched him up and gave him something for the pain. He doesn't realize it yet, but he will be taking a little nap in a few minutes. I gave him a few Codeine. They always knock him out." Dean didn't tell her that sometimes that was the only way he was able to be sure his brother got some much needed sleep. He also didn't tell her how bad it made him feel about abusing the trust Sam had in him.
"How long will he sleep?"
"Three or four hours at least, he needs it," he told her then asked, "I'm going to get something to eat. Are you hungry?"
"Starved." She said to him, then into the phone she said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Okay, just be careful. I'll talk to you later then." She hung it up and put it in her pocket.
Grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair she looked at Dean and said, "Let's go."
Sam carefully leaned back on the pillows wincing a bit as he did. He set the laptop on his lap, opened it and started the internet explorer. He typed in a google search for the Littlefield Hunting Lodge. He received several hits on his search and started to sift through them. Most of them were useless, but a few were archived news articles. One in particular told about the sale, and subsequent closing of the lodge in 1982. Sam was having trouble keeping his eyes opened while reading and was about half way through the article when he nodded off the laptop sliding onto the bed.
His sleep was interrupted by a dream, but this time it was a good dream. He dreamt his father was sitting next to him when he opened his eyes.
"Dad, is that you?" He asked his father sleepily.
"Yeah, son, it's me."
"Where were you, we've been looking all over for you. We were worried."
"I'm fine Sammy. I'm right here. How about you? How are you?"
"Tired, hurt. But Dean patched me up. I think he gave me something to make me sleep again. He does that when he thinks I'm not sleeping enough."
"He takes good care of you."
"Yeah, I know."
"You take good care of him too," his dad told him. "You saved his life today."
"Yea, but I killed a little boy to do it. Dad, I don't think that's right."
"Sammy that was no little boy, it was a werewolf. You had no choice."
"No buts you did good Sammy."
"Yes sir." Sam replied. He was quiet for a few minutes then he asked his father, "Dad, are you going to be here when I wake up?"
"No Sammy, this is only a dream."
"Well, it's a good dream dad."
"Yes, son, it is."
They were on the other side of town at a restaurant that Billie liked. Dean would have been fine with the diner across the street, but Billie wanted something different. He was nervous about leaving Sam without protection at the motel especially since Dean had slipped him those pills. If something came after him, Sam would probably sleep right through it.
Billie had removed her jacket when she sat down and Dean noticed that the bandage was gone from her arm, so were any marks that were left by the werewolf's bite. "That healed quickly."
"I think it happened earlier when I…" she stopped, unsure how to phrase it. "wolfed out."
Dean laughed, "Wolfed out?"
"Well, what would you call it?"
The waiter walked up and they ordered their meal. When the man left, Dean asked, "So was that your husband you were talking to on the phone earlier?" The expression on Billie's face at the question changed. She went from happy and smiling to confusion and then unhappiness. When she didn't reply he said, "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
"Dean, no, it's just… you surprised me," she said. "I wasn't expecting…"
Dean interrupted her, "Look, it really isn't any of my business."
"It's okay, really, Dean," she told him. "It wasn't my husband, just… a good friend. My husband is gone. He's been gone for seventeen years."
"I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"You didn't, all the memories of my husband are good ones, except the night I lost him. The rest, well I enjoy those every chance I get," she explained. "We grew up together, he was my best friend. We even have the same birthday."
"Sounds like you were really happy."
"Oh, we were, we decided to get married on our twenty first birthday. We figured it was already a special day for us so why not make it even more special. I found this awesome place not far from were we lived. It was like an arboretum with a little cottage set back in the woods. We were wed in the gazebo in the garden and spent the night in the cottage."
"It was so beautiful Steve and I went for a walk in the garden late that night. There was a full moon." She stopped talking as the waiter brought their food and placed it on the table. When he left she continued, "The werewolf came out of nowhere. One minute we were by ourselves the next minute Steve was lifted off his feet as the thing bit his shoulder and shook him furiously. It threw him to the ground and bent down to finish the job, but the moon was full. The change happened so fast I barely registered it."
"Even in his werewolf form I could tell Steve was furious; he jumped up and ripped out the throat of the other werewolf nearly severing its head. It died there at my feet changing back into the woman she'd been before. Steve saw it, howled and ran away."
"I'm sorry," Dean said quietly.
"No one believed me when I told them what happened. They all thought I was crazy. They thought I had seen Steve had murder that girl and lost my mind. They even tried to put me in a mental institution. I ran away and have been hunting ever since. Hoping that one of these times, I can release Steve from the hell he is stuck in."
"You're not crazy, you know that right?" Dean told her, "Well, not anymore then anyone else who hunts werewolves, demons, other things that go bump in the night."
She laughed, "Oh, yeah we are the sanest people I know."
"Wait a minute," Dean said just realizing something. "If you were twenty one when you married, and have been hunting for seventeen years. Then that makes you…"
"If you complete that sentence Dean Winchester I will be hunting you next!" Billie exclaimed.
"Now that," Dean replied with his most charming grin, "could be very fun!"
"You are incorrigible!" She told him, "But Dean I can't, there is someone else."
"Hey," he said practically undressing her with his eyes, "you can't blame me for trying!"