Episode: Season 2 Episode 17

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Later that morning~

Madison was checking through the mail, while Sam watched from the kitchen table. He smiled uncomfortably at her.

"Um...do you wanna sit on the couch?"

"No. No, no. I'm okay."

"It's more comfortable."

"Ah, I'm fine."

She came back to the table with a basket of laundry. Dumping it onto the table, she begins sorting through her underwear, pulling up a tiny lacy thong.

"You know, I think I will sit on the couch." She smiled. Sam sat awkwardly until his phone rang.

"Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something else." Dean said from the other side. Walking down the street, with (M/n) following. Wearing a new pair of jeans and one of Dean's flannel, which was a bit big. But since his other clothes were stained with blood, this'll have to do for now.

"Did you find Kurt?"

"No, he hasn't been at work all week. But because I'm good, and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be." Dean got in the car, (M/n) getting in on the passenger side. "I also found (M/n)."

"Ok, good. Bye." He hand up.

"Oh, Sammy."

~Later~

Sam and Madison were talking, then Sam's phone rang.

"Sorry. Hey."

"I found him." Dean said at a strip club. The two boys were drinking, watching the women dance.

"Good, don't take your eyes off him."

Dean took his eyes off the stripper, glances at Kurt. He was sitting across the table, also watching the stripper. Dean then looked at the demon.

"Oh, yeah, my eyes are glued. Look, Sammy, I gotta let you go. I, uh, I don't wanna....don't wanna miss anything." He hung up and stood up, holding his hand out to the demon. "Wanna go for round two?" He smirked. (M/n) smiled and grabbed the others hand.

~Later~

Madison went to bed, Sam was watching tv. He looked over at the girl's bedroom, there was no movement.

Meanwhile, Dean and (M/n) were standing on the street outside Kurt's house. He sees a light turn on inside the house and Dean got his gun ready. Suddenly they hear glass shatter. He looks back up to see the lights off in the house.

"What the-" (M/n) began. They run to the house and bursts through the door. Entering one of the rooms, Dean saw a woman hovering over Kurt's mauled body. She turns to face Dean. It was Madison. Though she still looked human, her eyes turned an electric blue, her teeth turned into bloody fangs, and she had long claws. She growled and ran at Dean, pushing him into the wall. (M/n) came up and cut her with a knife. She growled in pain, and runs out the open window.

"Huh...."

~Sunrise~

Sam is still at Madison's apartment, awake, and getting a glass of water. He answers his ringing phone.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, he's fine. It's (M/n). The werewolf knocked him out. Sam, it's Madison."

"What?"

"Yeah, awesome job of keeping an eye on her."

Sam walking into Madison's bedroom, to see that she is sound asleep, apparently naked, in bed.

"(M/n), I've been here the whole time. She's in bed, asleep."

"Well, she wasn't an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife." He hung up. The girl rolled over and woke up, noticing Sam.

"Morning." She sat up and notices she's naked, covered only by her bed sheets. Sam sees the wound on her arm.

"Um...Where are my pajamas?" Sam, upset, left the bedroom. "Sam? What's going on? Where are you going?" She jumped out of bed, wrapping he comforter around her, and follows him, he locked the door.

"I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you."

~Later~

Madison was seated in a chair, with her wrists bound. Sam was standing in front of her, holding a gun.

"You're psychotic. The whole "I'm a cop" trip....God, I am so stupid."

"Well, I guess neither of us are who we were, huh?"

"Sam, you're sick, okay? You're imagining things. Monsters don't exist, not really."

"You know what? Save the act."

The girl started to cry. "It's not an act! I am not a werewolf! There's no suck thing! It's made up, all right? Th-they're not real! You know they're not real!"

"No!?" Sam pointed at her wound. "Then where did that come from?"

"I don't know! Sam, god, you need help.. Please, don't do something that you're gonna regret. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not."

Sam was upset. There was a knock at the door, before Dean and (M/n) walked in. Dean smirked at Madison.

"How you doin'? My head feels great, thanks."

"We've gotta talk." Sam brought Dean into another room, leaved (M/n) with Madison. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking abut."

"She's lying."

"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe, maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."

"Yeah, well (M/n) killing someone yesterday night doesn't sound rash does it?"

"How'd you-?"

"It was on the news, Dean. It was out of the pattern of the killings and someone that Madison didn't know. Plus have you seen him around blood lately?"

"This isn't about him. Plus he's better now. And what are you, the Dog Whisperer?"

"Look, man, I just...I don't know, there, there, there was something in her eyes."

"Yeah, she's killing people!"

"But if she has no control over it-"

"Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything."

"I'm not putting a bullet through some girls' chest who has no idea what's happening."

"Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?"

"Maybe I understand her." The young Winchester paused. "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Dad's theory- 'lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline.'" The man read from his dad's journal.

"MIGHT have acure. Meaning 'who the hell knows'?"

"It's worth a shot."

"We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."

"No. I don't think so." Sam said, realizing something. He lead Dean back to the living room, where Madison was still seated and (M/n) watching her.

"Madison, when were you mugged?" She didn't want to answer, just looking at him. "Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question."

"About a month ago." She finally said.

"Did you see the guy?"

"No. He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he dit you?"

"How did you know that?" She asked, after a long pause.

"Where?"

"On, on the back of my neck." She showed het that he was setting his gun down, and went behind her, gently brushing her hair away and exposing a scarreed lump the size of a gulf ball on her neck.

"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot wore. Where were you at the time?" (M/n) asked.

"Walking home from a fiend's loft."

"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" She nodded.

~Later~

~Hunter's Point~

A woman, clearly a hooker, is walking the dark street alone. She stops when she hears an animal howling, and looked nervous.

~Madison's Apartment~

Sam is watching the full moon while Madison sits in the chair. Suddenly, her fingernails grow, stretching into claws. Her eyes turn bright blue and she bares her fangs. Sam turns just as she breaks loose from the chair. She knocks him to the ground, but he quickly got up, aiming his gun.

~Hunter's Point~

The hooker is running down the street when suddenly, she comes face-to-face with the animal. She turned the other way and ran away from it.

~Madison's Apartment~

Sam kept his gun aimed at Madison. Just as she lunges at him, he moves out of the way, forcing her into her bedroom. He moves a table in front of the door, trapping her insdie.

~Hunter's Point~

The werewolf catches the girl, dragging her, screaming across the pavement.

"Hey!" Dean yelled. The wolf looked up at him, just as he shoots him, three times in the chest. The wolf was Madison's neighbor, Glen. (M/n) came up to help the hooker up, once she was up, she pushed the boy away and ran away.

"Hey, don't mention it!" He shook his head.

Dean crouched next to Glen, who is coughing and choking. His mouth covered in blood. After a moment, his fangs retract, and he returns to normal.

"It happened....again. Where am I? H-help me. Oh, god. Oh my god." He coughed.

"All right, easy, Glen. Just take it easy." The two men watch as the man on the ground died.

~Morning~

Sam left Madison's apartment.

In the Impala, the boys were parked outside her building.

"I was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action."

"Yeah. Something like that."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Speaking of Madison....""

"Oh, whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' me, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh-"

"Dean, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic."

"You saved her life."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that." Suddenly, Madison appeared at the window, making all three men in the car jump.

"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?" She asked.

"Honestly? Uh, we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so...you know....lurking." The demon answered.

"I know this sounds crazy."

"Sure oes. Well, if we're gonna wait it out....we might do it together."

~Inside Madisons Apartment~

She let the three boys in.

"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did, it was to help me."

"Yeah."

"I did all of those horrible things....when I turned."

"You didn't know."

"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"

"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hang in until sun-rise." Sam said.

Dean was watching him carefully. He gave a tiny nod.

"Well, it looks like we've got a few hours to kill. Poker anyone?" Dean asked.

Later, the four of them watch as the sun sank and the moon rises. Dean laid his gun on the table. Sam and Madison watch him from the couch.

"Oh, no, you guys talk."

A few hours ater, they watch as the sun comes up.

"Does, does this mean it worked?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam said, relieved.

The girl sighed in relief. "Oh, god, thank you. Thank you so much." She gave Sam a hug. Dean cleared his throat, and they pull away. Madison laughed. "You too, Dean, (M/n). THank you.

"Aw, don't mention it." There was an awkward pause. "So, me and (M/n) are just gonna head back to the hotel and.....watch some Pay-per-view, ot something." He grabbed (M/n)'s wrist and walked out..

"That was smooth, heh."

"He means well, but..."

"You mean, he thinks you're gonna get laid."

"I honestly think he's getting laid tonight....again....Look, I-"

"It's okay."

"No. I know I scared the crap out of you, all right? I-I mean, I tied you to a chair."

"That's right up there with me scratching up your face."

"There's just no way.....we could go back, you know? Before it happened."

"You're right. There's just no way."

~Later~

Sam woke up and looked around the room, noticing Madison wasn't next to him. He heard a growl and turns to see her, who has returned to her werefolf form, eyes blue and fangs bared. Before Sam could catch her, she jumped out the window, leaving him stunned.

~At the motel~

Sam ran dwon the hall to Dean and (M/n)'s room, pounding on the door, interrupting the two who were cuddling and talking. Dean answered.

"She, she turned." Sam said, breathless.

"What?"

"I couldn't grab her in time."

"We'll find her, Sammy."

The three were rushing down the steps of the motel.

"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."

"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?"

"Dean-"

"So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn."

"What the hell does it matter, Dean? Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."

"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?"

"Well, then we have to look harder! Until we find something."

"Sam, I'm sorry but I don't think we have a choice anymore. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is-" The demon started.

"Evil? I could say the same for you."

"Hey! I'm trying here! One thing I have then her is that it's not easy to kill me, so if you wanna try, kid, try and I'll return the favor. She's far from saving, Sam." The last rang in the Winchesters head. It was the same thing he said to his brother about the demon. Deep down, he knew it was hopeless.

Soon Sam's phone rang, he picked it up. "Sam?"

"Madison, where are you?"

"I don't...I don't.....I don't know where I am." She said, from in the phone booth.

"Well, do you see any street signs?"

"Um....yeah, yeah, Middle Point."

"All right, hold on, Maddie. We're coming to get you, just stay where you are."

~Later, in Madison's apartment~

The four of then were in the living room. A gun sitting on the table.

"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?"

"There's no way to know yet." Dean said, gently.

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?"

"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere."

"That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure." (M/n) said.

"Is..is he right?" Madison asked Sam, who choked up, standing up and turned away.

"Well, we could lock you up at night, but...you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." Dean paused. "I'm sorry. I am."

The girl started to cry. "So, I guess that's all there is to it, then."

"Stop it. Don't talk like that." The way Sam was trying to save this girl mad (M/n) sick. How the young Winchester trashed him, saying he was past saving, and yet here he was. Trying to save a girl he didn't know for long. It was almost pathetic.

"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't' wanna hurt you." She picked up the gun and brings it to him.

"Put that down."

"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me."

"Madison, no."

"Sam...I'm a monster."

"You don't have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."

"Sam." The male gave the demon a warning glare.

"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you." She cried harder.

"I can't."

"I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me." Sam shook his head. Dean walked over to them and carefully took the gun from Madison. Sam walked to another room. He was choking back tears. Dean entered quietly.

"Sam." He held up the gun. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're right. She's right." Tears were in his eyes.

"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it."

"She asked me to."

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do. Please." Sam held his hand out for the gun, tears streaming down his face. Dean handed it to him. "Just wait here." And Sam left the room.

What if Dean couldn't save (M/n)? What if he would have to kill him?

Dean soon felt arms behind wrapped around him. A tear rolled down the male's cheek, turning around to hug the boy behind him. Flinching as a single gunshot rang from the next room.