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angelsandacceptance · 4 years ago

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Metamorphosis

Chase speeds down the highway, easily finding and following the Impala like Cas said they’d be able to. Upon arriving at an old warehouse, Harley and Chase climb out of the Lincoln and follow behind Dean, who rolls his eyes, but isn’t surprised to see them.

They wind down a corridor, towards a room where they can hear Sam and two other people speaking; a man and a woman.

Peeking into the crack of the doorway, the three of them watch the scene before them carefully, equal parts concerned and shocked.

“Where’s Lilith?” Sam demands a man tied to a chair. A demon.

“Kiss my ass.” The demon’s eyes flash black, a smile twisting on his face.

“I'd watch myself if I were you.”

“Why, huh? Because you’re Sam Winchester?” The demon taunts. “Mr. Big Hero? And yet, here you are, slutting it up with some demon. Real hero.”

Chase physically recoils in shock, her eyes flashing to the woman standing near Sam. Harley doesn’t react outwardly, but her mind does immediately start running circles about the situation.

“Shut your mouth,” Sam demands angrily.

“Tell me about those months without your brother. The ones where you ignored your sister and friend. About all the things you and this demon bitch do in the dark.” Sam and the woman look at each other. “Huh? Tell me.”

Sam holds out an arm towards the demon and clenches his fist, focusing all his energy on the demon in front of him. The demon begins to choke, black smoke pouring out of his mouth, obviously causing the demon pain. The smoke burns through the ground.

Finally, Sam drops his hand. He goes over to the man and checks for a pulse.

“How’d it feel?” The woman asks.

“Good. No more headaches,” Sam says.

“None? That’s good.”

The man begins to stir and Sam walks over to him helping him up, “Hey, hey. I got you. It's all right.” They start to head towards the door when Dean opens it.

“So. Anything you wanna tell us, Sam?” Dean asks. Sam looks at the three of them in shock.

“Dean, hold on, okay,” Sam starts.

“What, you gonna say ‘let me explain’? How are you going to explain this, Sam?”

“It's good to see you again, Dean,” The woman says. “Chase, Harley,” She nods, acknowledging each of them.

“Ruby?” Harley asks in disbelief.

“Is that Ruby?” Dean demands Sam.

Sam doesn’t answer. Dean takes this as enough proof, however, and grabs Ruby and slams her against a wall. He pulls out the demon knife and goes to stab her, but Sam stops him.

“Don’t!” he shouts, grabbing Dean and pulling him off Ruby. They struggle for the knife, and in a quick blur of movements, Dean has Sam pressed against the wall. Ruby grabs Dean and pulls him off of Sam, slamming him against the wall. They stare at each other in anger. Chase has an arm out lazily, gesturing for Harley to refrain from stabbing Ruby. For now.

Ruby and Dean fight for a bit then Ruby pins Dean against the wall.

“Ruby, stop!” Sam says. Ruby pauses, but lets go of Dean, who rises to his full height and attempts to put distance between himself and them.

“Well, aren’t you an obedient little bitch?” Dean spits out.

Ruby glares at him, but steps closer to Sam.

“Ruby.” Ruby ignores Sam, who huffs. “Ruby, he’s hurt,” he says, gesturing to the man that had been previously tied to the chair. “Go.” Ruby starts to help the man to the door.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Dean asks Ruby.

“The ER... unless you want to go another round first.” Ruby says.

Dean gives no response, and doesn’t look at her again as she leaves. Finally, it’s just Harley and the three Winchesters.

“Guys,” Sam starts.

“You should’ve told us,” Harley says.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Sam says.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Sammy,” Dean says before leaving.

Chase looks torn for a moment, before just shaking her head and walking out.

“I’ll be waiting in Jack. Come out when you want to,” Chase says to Harley, avoiding Sam’s gaze, feeling guilty and angry at once.

“Chase, wait-” Sam starts, but stops himself as she lets the door close behind her.

“Look Sam, I get it. Trust me I’m all for giving monsters the benefit of the doubt. Just give everyone some time. It took some time when y’all found out I lied about being completely human. It’ll take some time now,” Harley says before leaving.

Harley makes her way out to find Dean already gone and Chase sitting in Jack in silence. Upon climbing into the Lincoln, Chase starts the car and leaves, heading back to the motel.

“Should I hear him out?” Chase asks, interrupting the thick silence.

“Yeah, I think so,” Harley sighs.

“I hate that you’re probably right, you know.”

“I mean maybe Ruby is actually helping him. I get it; having these powers is bound to take a toll on him and unfortunately he isn’t comfortable letting us know that. I get why he went to her. She’s supposed to be on the wrong side. She has a better chance of understanding than a human.”

“I guess it does make sense in a way. But, I just don’t trust her. Something about her is just,” Chase huffs, thinking carefully about her words. “Something is just off. Honestly, though, everything feels off right now. Maybe it’s just stress,” she sighs.

“Well, if it’s still off in a week it’s probably just off.” Harley laughs.

“Okay. Yeah, okay. I’ll hear him out, and give it a week. But the moment,” Chase says, holding a finger up, gesturing to Harley pointedly. “The moment I am given reason to, I will put a bullet through Ruby’s head and expect you to help me by stabbing her.”

“Okay, okay, shame her meat suit would die though. She’s cute.”

“You radiate disaster bisexual energy,” Chase laughs. “But you definitely aren’t wrong.”

“Well I am a disaster, and I am bi. So, yeah checks out.”

***

Chase takes a deep breath, raising her hand to knock on her brothers’ motel door. She looks to Harley, who gives her a small smile of reassurance. Nodding, Chase knocks.

“Yeah?” she hears Sam ask from inside.

“It’s me and Harley.”

Sam opens the door almost immediately, worry and relief showing on his face. “Harley and I. Do you want to come in?”

Chase laughs at Sam’s correction- something he’d been doing since they were kids. She steps into the room, Harley closely following her. They both sit on the bed, across from the table where Sam sits.

“You have ten minutes to explain yourself. Mainly about why you didn’t tell us about it and what you can do. Also, I’d like to hear about why the Hell you trust Ruby now, but that’s a secondary concern. My first is, are you okay?” Chase says in a rush, wanting to get the conversation over with.

“Yes, I’m okay. I just… There’s demon blood running through my veins. It’s like a disease I can’t get rid of. Dean was gone and I went awol. Ruby offered to help me and I took it. I just felt so lost. I didn’t know what to do. I should’ve said something. I really am sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you, or how you’d react. Dean already looks at me like I’m some kind of a freak. I didn’t want it to get any worse.” Sam explains.

“I can understand that, Sam,” Chase says. “But you can’t just pawn it off on Dean dying. Because I was still here. Harley was still here. So was Bobby! Hell, anyone else, other than Ruby.” Chase takes a deep breath, looking to her hands. “But okay. You’re right, you should have told us. But I also can’t blame you, because I have absolutely no idea what I would’ve done, or how I would’ve reacted upon you telling me you wanted to work with Ruby. So, okay. I accept that this is how things are.

“But,” Chase says looking back up at Sam, who wears a face of relief, “Like I told Harley. The second I am given reason, Ruby is dead, and you are on my ticked list, got it?”

Sam laughs, standing up. “Of course, of course, thank you!” He pulls Chase up from the bed and hugs her tightly. He then lets go and repeats this action with Harley.

“If you ever need someone who gets the whole monster blood flowing through their veins, but still human thing you know where to find me, Sammy,” Harley says, pulling away from the giant, “I can mostly relate.”

“Right, I guess I’m just so used to it I forgot,” Sam says, referring to Harley’s vampirism.

“I wish I could,” Harley confides.

Dean enters the room, drawing the attention of the other three. He spares them a glance, seeming angry at finding a peaceful interaction happening between Chase, Harley and Sam. He walks over to his bed, the one that isn’t being occupied by Chase and Harley’s sitting forms. He begins to shove clothes into a bag angrily.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam asks.

Sam is ignored, prompting him to ask again. “What, are you, are you leaving?”

“You don’t need me,” Dean says. His words cause the others to frown. “You and Ruby go hunt demons.”

Chase scoffs. Dean turns to glare at her as he passes, heading for the door.

“Hold on, Dean,” Sam says, blocking Dean’s way. Dean steps to go around him. “Come on, man.”

Dean whirls around suddenly, punching Sam across the jaw, glaring at him, shaking with anger. Chase gasps in shock.

“Dean!” Harley exclaims, quickly getting in between the two boys, “Fighting won’t do us any good.”

“Stay out of this, Harley,” Dean snaps.

“So, what? You satisfied now?” Sam asks.

Dean pushes past Harley and punches Sam again. “Guess not.”

Chase stands up and shoves Dean back, glaring at him. “Dean, stop. Harley’s right. This isn’t what we should be doing.”

“So we should just accept this?” Dean demands. He turns to Sam, who is being helped off the ground by Harley. “Do you even know how far off the reservation you’ve gone? How far from normal? From human?”

“Wow, Dean, and you wonder why he didn’t tell you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be not quite human? It tears you apart inside. Then you have the people close to you talking like it makes you less of a person. It hurts. Dean!” Harley yells, tearing up before storming out of the room, roughly pushing past Dean.

Dean looks sorry for half a second, before anger takes over again. He turns on Chase. “And I’m assuming you agree.”

Chase takes a step back, and Sam shields her with himself.

“I’m just exorcising demons, Dean.”

“With your mind!”

“Dean,” Chase snaps. “That’s enough. You’ve already hurt Harley, who you care a lot about. You really wanna hurt more people?”

Dean glares at her. She shakes her head at him.

“You know what, Dean. You two obviously have to work this out. But until you do, don’t talk to me, okay?” Chase says. Dean looks hurt.

“You’re really taking his side.”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side. You both messed up. But at least Sam has apologized for lying to me. You can’t expect me to not forgive him. I forgive you. Time and time again. Harley forgives you. Hell, what you said to Sam, now Harley is going to know you thought about her, if only a little. And now, I’m not sure where I stand with either of you two, but I know Harley is my best friend, so until you apologize to her, which means figuring shit out with Sam first, I don’t want to hear it.”

Chase storms out of the room, and sighs when the door closes. She hears Sam and Dean begin to yell at each other more. Shaking her head, she walks into her and Harley’s motel room.

“Hey, Harley. What Dean said was shitty. I’m sorry he said that to you.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get over it. I just... It sucks. I’m not just one thing. My life is so...grey. Sometimes it just gets to be too much. My whole existence feels wrong, and to a certain extent it is. In my early days I had to feed off bloody steak. It barely made a dent, but it kept me from passing out. Now I finally found people who I can properly feed around, and Dean has to make not being human sound bad. I mean it is, but still,” Harley sighs letting the tears she’s been holding in fall, “I’m a monster, and that’s all I ever will be.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re all a little grey,” Chase says, sitting next to Harley. She holds out her arms, ready to be of any help. “And I’m sorry I don’t know what to say. How about we get pie and just relax or something?”

“Sounds like a plan. Can we stop by the blood bank too? I’m out.”

“Sure.”

***

When the girls got back Sam and Dean were waiting outside for them.

“Look I know you’re both pissed at me, but we have a job to do. Travis called. He needs our help,” Dean says walking up to the girls after they walk past them.

“Anything you’d like to say first?” Chase asks, gesturing to Harley with her head slightly.

At the movement, Dean opens his mouth to speak, before just sighing, guilt easy to read on his face. “Look, Harley. I really am sorry about what I said. Things are confusing right now, and I shouldn’t have spoken so quickly when I’m not only just letting my anger get to me, but also hurting both you and Sam. So, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll get over it. Just give me some time?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Dean says smiling a sad smile, all his usual energy gone.

“Where are we heading?” Harley asks.

“Carthage, Missouri,” Sam supplies, “Looking for Jack Montgomery.”

“Who?” Chase asks. “Wait, are we looking for a demon again or something else?”

“No demons that we can tell. Just a plain, old monster hunt.”

Chase nods, smiling slightly. “Been awhile since we’ve had one of those. Sounds refreshing.”

“Sounds perfect,” Harley adds, “I think I’m gonna ride with the boys on this one. Gives us a chance to work things out. Maybe it’ll help.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’m just gonna try getting there before you now, see if I can have time for pie first. Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up some,” Chase laughs.

Chase and Harley walk over to Jack and transfer a couple of Harley’s items into Baby. “Dean, come be a gentleman and grab this bag, will you?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Sure thing, little sis.”

Chase bites back a retort, knowing full well that Dean is only baiting her. Baby is all loaded up with Harley’s stuff and the friends part ways on the road. Sam offered Harley the front seat and she took it after much insisting.

***

At night on the way to Carthage, Harley called Chase because Dean was talking about his trip into the past yesterday. Harley and Dean had already talked the whole mess from earlier out.

“Alright bye, I’ll see you when we get there,” Harley says before hanging up.

“I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?” Sam says in disbelief.

“I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself. That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down.” Dean adds.

“How'd she look? I mean... was she happy?”

“Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful,” Dean looks at Sam then back at the road, “Dad, too. Until of course…”

Harley felt like she was interrupting a family moment, and Sam sighed looking out the window.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Nothing… It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?”

“I never said anything about demon blood.”

“Dean,” Harley said resting her hand on Dean’s arm, “Let it go. There’s been enough hurt today.”

“I should have told you.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately.” Dean sighs, staring out at the road, occasionally glancing back at Chase’s Lincoln. “But it’s okay. If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.”

Sam, Harley, and Dean lapse into a silence that isn’t quite uncomfortable, but isn’t comfortable either.

Chase follows them, blasting classic rock at top volume, hoping that this ends up being a normal monster hunt for once. It’d been so long, she was hopeful that this would be clean and easy, and there would be no angel sightings or demon sightings.

***

“Are you sure that’s him?” Chase asks, gazing at Jack Montgomery through a pair of binoculars. He reaches into a fridge and pulls out a beer, walking away calmly to lean against the counter. “He looks a little...normal for us.”

“Only Jack Montgomery in town,” Sam replies.

“And we’re looking for what exactly?” Harley asks, taking a turn with Chase’s binoculars.

“Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird.”

“Weird how?” Dean and Chase ask simultaneously.

“Just weird.”

“Yeah, well, we’ve seen little weird, big weird, and weird on top of crazy,” Dean says. “But this guy?”

“This guy is just boring,” Harley adds.

“I don’t know, guys,” Sam says, grabbing an extra pair of binoculars. “Travis seemed pretty sure.”

They all take a pair of binoculars and watch Jack closely. He calls into another room a couple of times, but other than that, doesn’t do anything odd.

Eventually, he wanders back over to the fridge and grabs a leftover tupperware with what looks like chicken. Leaning back against the counter island behind him, he starts to eat it quickly, not bothering with utensils.

While it might be the strangest thing he’s done all night, it certainly isn’t the strangest thing Chase has seen. Chase herself has done that before, though not quite as messily.

It isn’t until he finishes and reaches back into the fridge that the four begin to get weirded out by Jack’s actions. Jack pulls out a package of raw meat and begins to ravenously eat the entire thing, raw meat and blood smearing across his hands and face.

Suddenly, he jolts up, glancing behind him. He wipes his hands and face, and walks calmly into the other room.

Glancing at each other, the three Winchesters realize they all wear the same look of disgust. Harley looks unfazed.

“Okay, so not normal,” Chase says.

“And certainly not boring,” Harley adds, nodding.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees. “I’d say that qualifies as weird.”

“He might be like me? Raw meat was the only way my parents let me feed,” Harley says, almost sounding excited.

***

The four hunters enter the motel room they’ve been directed to and find Travis sitting at the table, a beer in hand.

“See, Sam. Told you we should have hid the beer,” Dean says smiling.

Travis, the boys, and Chase all walked toward each other.

“Smartass. Get over here,” Travis says pulling Dean into a hug, “Ahh. Good to see you.”

Travis pulls Sam into a hug next, “Good to see you.”

“You too, Travis.”

Finally he hugs Chase, “And good to see you.”

“Nice seeing you again, Travis.”

“Man, you got tall, kid,” Travis says, his last comment directed at Sam. Everyone laughs at it.

“How long has it been?” Travis asks.

“Ah, gotta be 10 years,” Sams says.

“You still a.. oh, what was it... a mathlete?”

Sam scoff, “No.”

“Yep, sure is,” Dean counters.

“Been too long. I mean look at you. All grown, and you got a new person around.” Travis says.

Harley begins to walk up to the rest of the group, “Hi. I’m Harley Pawlak,” She awkwardly waves at Travis standing between Chase and Dean.

“Nice to meet you, Harley. You must be a good person if you can put up with these three idiots.”

They all laugh at that comment, while Chase feigns mock hurt. Sitting down at the table, Sam gets out his computer, and the others get out a few books, ready to look up information about what creature they might be dealing with.

“Thanks for helping out an old man. I’m a little, uh, shorthanded,” Travis says, indicating his cast-bound right arm. “So, did you track down Montgomery?”

“Yeah,” Chase says.

“We found him at his home,” Harley adds for clarification.

“And?” Travis asks.

“Well,” Dean starts. “He had a Hell of a case for the munchies, topped off with a burger he forgot to cook.”

Chase snorts slightly at the comment.

“That’s him alright.”

“What is he?” Harley asks. “Do you have any theories?”

Travis nods, taking a breath. “Boys, girls, we got a rougarou on our hands.”

“A rougarou?” Dean asks. He glances at the others. “Is that made up?”

“No, Dean,” Chase sighs.

“What? It sounds made up.”

“It’s not,” Harley says. Chase and her had run into one awhile back, a few years ago. It had already gone through the transition by the time they’d discovered the town. It leaves piles of bodies behind it. “They’re not pretty.”

“They’re mean, nasty little suckers,” Travis explains. “Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works.”

“Well, that ain’t this guy,” Dean says. “This guy wears his cell phone on his belt.”

“He’ll turn ugly soon enough,” Travis says. “They start out human for all intents and purposes.”

“So, what? They go through some kind of metamorphosis?” Sam asks.

“Yep. Like a maggot turning into a bull fly.” Travis looks at the four young hunters, intently trying to get his point across. “But most of all, they’re hungry.”

“For what?” Dean asks.

“At first, for everything. Then, soon after, for long pig.”

Sam gasps, and Chase and Harley’s faces grow grim, remembering the bodies they’d found and inspected on their last run in with one.

Dean however, looks confused, causing Sam to roll his eyes at his older brother. “For human flesh, Dean.”

“And that is my word of the day,” Dean jokes, his tone of voice serious.

“Hunger grows in,” Travis starts again, explaining the process further. “Until they can’t fight it anymore. Until they got to take a big, juicy chomp, and then it happens.”

“What happens?”

“That’s the trigger,” Chase says. “After that, they can’t stop from transforming.”

“They transform fast too,” Travis agrees. “One bite is all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, there isn’t any going back. They’re a monster forever.”

Harley and Sam both tense in their seats, each on either side of Chase. Dean notices Harley tense, being on her other side. Luckily, Travis doesn’t notice either. He also doesn’t notice Dean reaching down under the table and gently placing a reassuring hand on Harley’s knee, flashing her a small smile. She gives him a weak smile in return.

“And our man Jack is headed there on a bullet train,” Travis finishes, oblivious to the four hunters.

“Well, how’d you find this guy if he’s a walking, talking human?” Dean asks.

“Let’s say it runs in the family.”

“Meaning?” Chase asks.

“Killed his dad back in ‘78. Son of a bitch mangled eight bodies before I put him down. He used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife. Unbeknownst to me, a pregnant trophy wife. She put the kid up for adoption and he got lost in the system.”

“You mean to tell me you couldn’t find someone?” Sam asks in disbelief.

“I’m not sure I wanted to,” Travis admits. “The idea of hunting down some poor kid. No, I wanted to wait until I knew I got the right damn guy. As it turns out, I do.”

He takes a swig of beer, letting the news settle over the group, each eyeing each other with concern.

“I’m going to be right back, okay?” Sam says. They all nod to him and he takes his leave.

Chase and Harley wander over to the bed and begin taking out weapons, looking for anything they can use to help them, having killed one before and knowing their weakness. Dean and Travis drink more beer, sitting in silence for at least ten minutes.

“So, how do we take him out?” Dean asks.

Travis sighs. “I know how to kill him. Come help me with this.” Travis gets up, and starts pulling out fire extinguisher-looking gas cans.

“So, fire, huh?” Dean says.

“Yeah,” Chase nods. “When Harley and I ran into the one, we didn’t know. We put so many bullets into it, but it wouldn’t die. Finally, we used a small makeshift bomb on it. The explosion didn’t kill it, but the fire hurt it enough for us to realize.”

“You gotta deep fry ‘em,” Travis says. “You two are smart. Gotta lot more respect for you now, girls.”

The two roll their eyes at the slightly sexist comment, but don’t say anything about it.

“That’s gonna be horrible. Is that what you did to Jack’s dad?” Dean asks.

“Uh huh,” Travis says matter-of-factly.

Sam comes back into the room, eyebrows raising at them all. Chase and Harley eye the papers in his hands, but make no comments. “Don’t waste any time, do you?”

“None to waste. The guy hulks out, we won’t be finding bodies. Just remains.”

Sam sits down on the bed Harley and Chase are working on, causing them to scoff. “What if he doesn’t hulk out, though?” Sam asks. Harley and Chase immediately pause and turn their full attention to him. “Look, I just did a little homework. I was just, uh, checking out some lore on rougarous, and there’s some interesting information.”

“What?” Travis asks, looking slightly offended. “My thirty years of experience not enough for you?”

“I’m sure that isn’t what he meant,” Chase snaps. “Hear him out.”

“I-I just wanted to be prepared man,” Sam stutters out, looking at the other three for help. “I mean, not that you. That you didn’t-”

“Sam just loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress next to his KY at night. It’s a sickness.” Sam shoots him a look. “It is!” Dean defends.

“Look,” Sam begins to explain. “Everything you said checked out, of course, but, uh, I found a couple things. A couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step.”

Harley and Chase shoot a look at each other, intrigued.

“Really?” Dean asks.

“Yeah! See, if they never eat human flesh, then they never fully transform.”

“So, what?” Dean asks. “Go vegan, stay human?”

“Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat,” Sam answers, shooting a sideways glance at Harley. “Just not…”

“Long pig,” Dean finishes.

“Right.”

Dean smiles, looking happy with the information, as well as Chase and Harley. Travis, however, just watches them all closely in silence. Slowly, he stands.

“Good on you for due diligence, Sam.” He walks over to the small coffee pot in the corner of the motel. “But those are fairy tales.”

“What makes you so sure?” Harley asks.

“Fact is, every rougarou that I’ve ever heard of or seen took that bite.”

“Okay, well that doesn’t mean Jack is going to,” Sam responds, standing.

“So what do we do? Sit around and wait for a body count?”

“No. We tell him. Explain everything that’s happening. That way he can fight it.”

“Fight it?” Travis asks doubtfully. “Are you kidding me?” He laughs slightly. “Have you ever been hungry? Like, haven’t-eaten-in-days hungry?”

“Yes,” almost all the hunters chorus. Sam had stayed silent.

Travis momentarily looks uncomfortable, before the look fades. “Right, yeah. So, somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you. You gonna walk away from that?”

“No,” Dean says quietly.

“Yes,” Harley responds.

Chase, knowing what she is referring to, covers it up. “Yeah, same. If I saw someone else that needed it more, I’d refuse,” she says, thinking back on when she gave a lot of her food to Sam when they were children. “Meaning, if you know it’s important enough, you can. Jack could resist it too.”

Travis groans. “All we are to him are walking meals. I’m sorry, I’m sure he’s a stand up guy, but this is base, pure instinct. Everything in nature’s gotta eat. You think he can stop himself because he’s nice?”

“Yes,” Chase mutters, luckily covered up by Sam.

“I don’t know,” Sam says. “But I do know we aren’t killing him unless he does something worth being killed for.”

Sam takes a deep breath before walking out of the room.

“What’s wrong with your brother?” Travis asks Dean. Chase rolls her eyes.

“I agree with him,” Harley says.

“So do I.”

Dean stays silent, but looks guilty.

Upon leaving the room, Chase and Harley catch the last bit of conversation.

“What’s wrong with all of them?”

Dean sighs. “Don’t even get me started.”

***

“They should be here by now,” Harley says.

“Dean probably said something stupid,” Chase guesses.

“Probably, I love that man, but he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him.”

“You what him?” Chase asks, moving her eyebrows in a teasing manner, a dopey grin on her face.

“Platonically. I love him platonically.”

“Sure,” Chase says, stretching out the word.

Harley was spared Chase’s teasing when Baby pulled up. The boy’s got out of the car and the group of four snuck into Jack’s backyard.

“Jack Montgomery?” Sam calls out.

The man took a moment before turning around.

“I’m Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean, my sister Chase, and our friend Harley Pawlak… We need to talk.”

“About?” Jack asks.

“About you. About how you’re changing.”

“Excuse you?”

“You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, "hungry hungry hippo" levels. How am I doing so far?” Dean asks.

“Who the hell are you guys?”

“We’re people doing our best to help,” Chase says.

“I’m just going to rip the band-aid off. Look, Jack, you’re a rougarou,” Harley says.

“A-a what?” Jack asks.

“A rougarou. Sounds made-up, I know, but believe me, it's not,” Dean says.

“Alright, I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things. But I just, I-I don't know. I'm.. I'm sick or something.”

“Your father was one of these things,” Sam says.

“Your real father. He passed it on to you,” Chase clarifies.

“No. Are-are you guys listening to yourselves? You s-sound like you're-” Jack starts.

“Crazy? We know, but it’s the truth. You’re only gonna get hungrier,” Harley says.

“Hungrier for?”

“Long pig. You know, a little manburger helper, may have crossed your mind already,” Dean says.

“No.”

“Jack, I get it. I have to drink blood to function. Everyone looks and smells delicious. If you eat a lot of raw meat and have a lot of will power you’ll be fine,” Harley speaks up.

“You’re a vampire?”

“Yes.”

“Get off my property right now. I see you guys again, I'm calling the cops.”

“Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger,” Sam implores.

“I know they are. There’s a vampire on my property!” Jack’s shouting caused his neighbor to look their way.

The hunters left the yard and stood by their cars gauging Harley’s reaction. She noticed.

“What?” She asks.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. It’s not like a friend said it,” Harley laughs, “Why would I give a rat’s ass about his opinion? I am amazing.”

***

The girls sat in back of Baby. The group decided to only take the one car as they tailed Jack Montgomery. It was less conspicuous. Jack starts heading back to his house. As they pulled up they saw Travis’ car.

“I guess now we know where Travis is.”

They all got out of the car and start walking towards the house.

“That stupid son of a bitch.”

Dean enters the house first eyeing the stairs. The group makes their way to the living room. Upon arriving, they see a giant pool of blood on the carpet. It trails behind the couch. Harley takes a deep breath inhaling the metallic scent. Sam notices a piece of meat on the ground and walks up to it. He could see Travis’ body at the new angle.

“Guys I think you better see this.”

The rest of the group went over to Sam and saw the body.

“Oh, God. Think that's Travis?” Dean asks.

“What’s left of him,” Sam responds, he looks so defeated, “Guess you were right about Jack.”

Jack jumps Dean knocking him into the coffee table. It breaks and Dean is out like a light. Sam and Chase are smart and ready their flamethrowers, but Harley punches him square in the jaw. Her class ring leaves an imprint in his face. It’s stupid and reckless, but it buys Chase and Sam time. Jack spits out blood onto the floor and turns to Harley punching her in the gut. It sends her falling to the ground, but gives Sam and Chase a perfect opening to fry the bastard. Harley, not missing a beat, rolls away from Jack into the pool of blood, and Chase and Sam shoot. Jack falls to the floor burning. Sam looks disappointed. Harley gets up clutching her stomach.

“You okay?” Chase asks.

Harley pulls up her shirt and inspects her stomach, “No internal bleeding. I’ll be fine. Just have a nasty bruise for the next couple of weeks,” She says, putting her shirt back down, “Let’s get back to the motel. I could use a change, and a shower. I smell like dinner and it’s making me hungry.”

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