Twilight's Wolves

A giant golden wolf zipped through the woods like a fish through water, followed closely by his companions, a dark silver wolf and a brown wolf with a bag tied around him.

(Shit, damn spider webs, I don't care if our body heat takes care of it, they still last long enough to piss me off!) said Paul.

Jared snorted, (What doesn't piss you off.)

(Your mom,) Paul snapped without thinking.

(uh huh, come up with that yourself Lahote?) asked Jared uncaringly.

(Watch yourself, Cameron,) growled Paul.

(Why don't...) Jared gets cut off.

Dean sighed, (God do you two ever shut up.)

(Sorry.) (Sorry,) they apologized simultaneously.

(We're almost there, see if you two can't keep it shut till then,) said Dean.

Not even a minute later Jared spoke, (Uh, sorry but I was wondering what we are telling people who are wondering why we dropped out and are hanging out together, hell what am I supposed to say to my parents when they ask.)

Paul echoed that sentiment, (Same, what do you want me to do about my friends questioning me?)

(I think those questions are best left to Sam, I need you to focus on what's in front of us right now, we're here,) said Dean coming to a halt. (Can you smell it?)

(Fuck yeah I can, jesus christ almighty that's god awful,) whined Paul rubbing his nose on the ground. (Glad I avoided town since the Cullens came back.)

(Why do they smell so bad?) asked Jared.

(They're unnatural walking, talking corpses that survive off blood,) said Dean.

(Yeah, but I mean, people don't smell it do they,) Jared pointed out.

(True, I think it's because of that bit of magic that regular humans can't perceive or whatever voodoo that allows shit like this to exist,) said Dean.

(How are we supposed to fight them while choking on their scent?) asked Paul.

(You should already be getting used to it, the shock to the senses goes away after the first few times. We'll still know they smell bad in the future but it won't affect us in any meaningful way,) said Dean.

(So, they're in that small town somewhere,) said Jared.

(Yep, there are already a few missing person reports at the police station," said Dean shifting mid-sentence. "Jared pass the bag of clothes, we'll have to go in and look around some."

"What happens if we cross them in town? You don't want us phasing in front of everyone do you?" questioned Jared.

"Why can't we just find them and fight?" grumbled Paul putting on his shorts.

"We will Paul, and no we won't Jared, remember they won't attack us in the open either, in fact, we can bait ourselves, should they notice us they'll follow us right out and then we can take them out," said Dean.

"At least the smell isn't as bad now," said Paul appreciating his human form.

"Keep your eyes and nose peeled for any signs," said Dean as they entered the local drinking establishment, where A few locals and a couple of bikers were at the bar making light conversation.

"Haven't seen you boys here before, what can I get you?" asked the barkeep.

"A couple of beers and perhaps you can help us, we're looking for someone or a group really," said Dean.

The barkeep eyes them, likely debating whether or not to card them but ultimately decided he needed the cash and passed them a couple of cold ones.

Paul snatches his up and downs it before stealing the other from Jared who shoves him and flips him off but otherwise doesn't care as Paul savored it.

The barkeep takes this all in stride, "What can I help you with?"

"Anyone new come to town recently, anyone that stood out as especially pale, perhaps a group of them?" asked Dean.

"And might I ask what is it you boys intend to do with this information?" asked the barkeep not wishing to get dragged into anything.

"Let's just say, once they're gone no one else will go missing," blabbed Paul, who was quickly elbowed in the gut by Jared.

The locals in the bar cut their chatter short, turning towards them as the barkeep's hand shot under the bar. The two bikers at the far end, none the wiser carried on with their conversation.

"What do you know about that?" hissed the barkeep, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

Dean tried to de-escalate the situation as he spotted a few locals also reaching to their waists, "Now, now, there's no need to get trigger-happy, like my stupid friend said, the pale ones are suspects that we wish to find and integrate."

"And how would you know that? You out-of-town cops or something?" asked the barkeep feeling suspicious.

"More like vigilantes seeking justice," said Dean.

"I think it'll be in your boy's best interest to wait here and tell me what you know," said the barkeep signaling his friends to get rid of the bikers and close up shop, "Oh, and I wouldn't move if I were you if you want to get out of here in one piece that is," said the man caressing his hidden shotgun.

"Well, this is great, way to go Paul," said Dean.

Paul scowled.

"What do we do now?" asked Jared nervously. Unsure if they could survive getting shot.

"We wait," said Dean as the locals shoved the two angry bikers out, throwing curses at one another.

The barkeep and his friends drew their weapons once they were gone.

"Start talking, tell us what you know," ordered the barkeep.

"What's with the fucking hostility, are you their fucking friends?" asked Paul angrily.

One of the locals pistol whipped Paul in the back of the head though he barely flinched, "Watch your mouth, we're the ones asking questions."

It took his entire willpower to not turn around and snap the guy's neck as Dean quickly grabbed his arm, shaking his head.

"Paul, we don't want any bloodshed," said Dean wearily, "Sorry about my friend, he has a bit of an anger issue, but if you're not friends with them, there really is no need for all this hostility."

The barkeep having second thoughts, decided to extend an olive branch, raising his gun peacefully and slowly setting it down, "Alright guys, let's hear them out, perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, you see one of the girls taken was the town's sweetheart, and we'll do anything to get her back or see justice done to those responsible," he explained.

"You say these pale strangers we had come in are responsible, we're going to need some hard evidence, because while they aren't necessarily friends, they are about the only ones helping us, so you can see why we won't exactly take your word for it," said the barkeep.

"Helping you how?" asked Dean.

"Everything, since they came here, they brought life back into this town, getting rid of old lead pipes and hazardous building material. Developing everything from the ground up, upgrading new and old systems, bringing us into the modern age. They've been nothing short of a godsend, and you what? Want us to believe they're responsible for our missing, why the fuck would they do that?" asked the barkeep.

"It's their MO, they roll into small town areas, build them up the way they like so they can do and get away with whatever they want. There are groups of them out there doing it as we speak in other places just like this," said Dean.

"That's a hard sell, talk about your conspiracy theories. Haven't heard that one before, I'll give you that, but we're going to need a little more to go on," said the barkeep.

"A little more to go on? Since they've got here, how many missing-person cases have you had? How many dead? Is it more or less than before they arrived?" asked Dean.

The barkeep frowned, "Why didn't you go to the cops if all that's true?"

"Some people are above the law," said Dean.

"Ain't that the truth," said one of the locals behind them.

"What do you guys think?" The barkeep asked the others.

"We can't just dismiss it," said one.

"It makes sense," said another.

"I say we help them and find out," said the last one.

"Wait, you're not thinking of coming with us are you?" asked Jared.

"Of course we are, have to make sure you boys are being honest, and if you are, then it's us they'll answer to, you hear?" said the barkeep.

Dean facepalmed, rubbing his face in exasperation.

"You guys will be putting not only your lives at risk but your livelihoods should it be discovered you had any part in this. Do you really want to give up everything for this? We'll be doing this regardless, there's no reason to risk yourselves," Dean pleaded.

"Like I said, we have to make sure you're being honest," said the barkeep leaving no more room for argument.

"Fuck this," said Paul, seeing their guard dropped, he seized his chance. Spinning around, he rips the gun out of the nearest man's hand, punching the second closest one lights out and then backhanding the first so hard his teeth flew out as he hit the ground out cold.

Dean and Jared didn't lag as their supernatural reflexes and speed allowed them to get the jump on their opponents. Dean took hold of the shotgun in his left hand, crushing it while knocking out the barkeep with his right. Jared punched his guy before he could raise his weapon, a shot going off as his finger pushed the trigger when he fell, hitting Dean in the thigh.

"Fuck, he hit me," said Dean grasping his leg in surprise.

"Oh shit, Oh fuck, are you going to be okay, please be okay, Oh fuck," Jared panicked.

"Damn," was all Paul could manage to say.

"I'll be fine Jared," said Dean as they watched in real-time as Dean's leg bleeding slowed and then stopped as the bullet was pushed out and closed within in seconds.

"See," said Dean wiping the blood off.

"Holy shit that was fast, and we can all do that? Awesome," said Paul.

Dean glared at him, "Not the time Paul, we have to figure out what to do with these guys."

"Can't we just leave them?" asked Paul.

"They know our faces, what do you think will happen once we wipe out their vamp friends?" asked Dean.

"We're not going to kill them are we?" asked Jared worriedly.

"No, I don't think any of us are ready for that yet, but we can't just leave them here either," said Dean.

Neither Paul nor Jared decided to comment or think too deeply on the yet part.

"Let's just liquor them up and toss them somewhere in town naked so no one will believe them," said Paul.

"That's not the worst idea," admitted Jared.

"Do it, I'll go scout the vamp nest, we could be dealing with a coven that's actively recruiting, we need to know numbers before we do anything, and if it's a coven there's a chance they have at least one gifted," said Dean.

"Jesus Paul, did you have to hit him so hard," said Jared standing over the one bleeding from his mouth.

"He shouldn't have hit me," said Paul uncaringly.

"Next time we find them on our own, wipe them out and leave," Dean muttered more to himself than them as he exited. "What a waste of time," he sighed.