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Summary: When she was rescued by the werewolf, Sam Winchester, Chloe didn't she think that she'd ever see him ever again. But Chloe didn't understand one very important thing: werewolves recognize their mates while in their wolf form, and she's Sam's.
"I can't believe you came here last night by yourself after you promised me that you wouldn't." Clark grumbled, leaning up against his pickup truck, in which he'd brought the blonde over the next morning. "You promised, Chloe."
"Yeah Chlo." Peter raised an eyebrow. "You promised."
"I didn't promise not to come," the blonde looked over her beloved Yaris, making sure there wasn't one scratch on it. "I promised to try and wait for today. And I tried. But I couldn't control that curious thing deep inside of me that's clamoring to know the truth above all else."
The boys, having heard so much about that 'thing deep inside of her', and having had to get her out of so much trouble because of it, shared exasperated eye rolls.
"Don't think I didn't see that." She sing-songed with her back to them.
Pete turned a curious look towards his best friend. "How does she do that?"
Clark shrugged, though his face showed his intrigue as well.
"Good, my baby's all fine." She grinned, turning back to the boys and leaning against the Yaris. "Thanks for bringing me, guys, it means a lot."
"You know we're always here for you, Chloe." Clark sighed. "But you've got to understand that you could have been seriously hurt last night. Look at your leg. It's a miracle that you got out of that alive. You need to understand that you're just human, and I know that you're smart and you're brave, but sometimes you have to understand that going it alone doesn't make you badass."
Chloe sighed and folded her arms over her chest. "I can take care of myself."
"Chloe, last night you got attacked by a feline creature and you haven't even told us how you managed to escape it alive." Clark pressed, his big brother attitude rearing it ugly head.
The blonde stalled.
There was a reason why she hadn't told the boys about how she'd escaped.
She didn't want to involve Dean or Sam.
Dean had told her about how Sam had become a werewolf, and it wasn't the guy's fault. He was trying to accustom himself to what he was, spending his full moons in large, isolated woods that no one with any common sense should be in. He didn't want to hurt anyone, and he'd even saved her life when his wolf instincts should have been to tear her throat out.
There was no way she was going to expose them or their secret.
Not even to her best friends.
"Obviously I have better survival skills than you give me credit for." She narrowed her eyes at Clark.
Clark glared right back at her.
Pete, sensing things getting heavy between them, did the only reasonable thing and broke out into spontaneous song. "But most important of all, let me tell ya, the lady's got balls!"
It did the trick, and the best friends stopped glaring at each other to mock-glare at him.
"Really, Pete?" Clark shook his head. "ACDC again?"
"You should know by now, Clark, that Pete can find an ACDC song to fit any occasion." Chloe smiled, shaking her head at their ACDC fanatic of a friend.
It was thanks to him and his obsession with the group and their music that she'd been able to pick up the reference when Dean had given her the fake names.
"Look, now that peace has returned to Sunshine Valley," Pete pushed away from the truck. "Can we please try and get to school on time? It is our last year and I don't need my attendance record looking as spotty as a Dalmatian."
"That made no sense." Clark sighed, going to the driver's side of the truck.
"It totally did." Pete argued, going to the front passenger's seat before pausing and turning to Chloe. "You going to be okay following us?"
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
Pete grinned at her, sliding into the seat, before Clark started the engine.
Shaking her head at her best friends, Chloe got into her car and started her own, wondering how Sam and Dean were, and what they were doing.
Sam Winchester had never truly had his wolf under control, but it was worse today than ever before.
He paced the motel room his brother and him were staying in, his skin seemingly not his own and alive, the muscles under it rippling sometimes visibly. Around the three days of the full moon he didn't feel like himself, and his control over the wolf was shaky at best. He had to fight the beast, the anger, the viciousness, the hunger...all the time. It made him 'even bitchier than usual' according to Dean.
But right now it was worse.
He had a taste in his mouth he couldn't recognize...except it tasted like a mixture of earth, sweet sweat, and life.
And something about that taste...and the distracting scent in the air...was driving him wild.
He was fighting the wolf every second to stay in control.
He didn't even know if he could shift while during the day, but if he could he knew that that was what his wolf was begging for...fighting for.
"I'm telling you man, it was too close." Dean sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Your body must be growing some sort of immunity to the tranquilizer because before it'd only take one to disorient you and another to down you, but last night? Dude. I lost count of how many I had to shoot your ass with to get you to fall asleep!"
"I can't believe I attacked someone." Sam whispered, self-hatred filling him.
Like always, whenever he shifted, he retained no memory of the time as a wolf, and this time he didn't know if he was grateful for that like he usually was.
He could have killed someone last night and never know about it!
"To be fair, bro, you actually saved the girl." Dean sighed, running a hand over his hair. "And, according to her, you cleaned her wound."
Sam looked up at that, not having heard this part of the story as yet. "What?"
"I know! Right?" Dean was confused, which only agitated him further. "When you go all Wolfman you don't think about protecting, you're on the hunt. But this girl swears that you protected her from this cat monster and then that you licked and cleaned her wounds and because of that they didn't hurt her anymore." He paused, a reluctant smile tilting his lips. "She described it as you having 'magical saliva', which I thought was hilarious."
"I don't understand." Sam frowned. "There's never been a case that I've researched in which someone in their werewolf state has actually protected someone else before."
Dean sobered, nodding. "I know."
"Tell me everything." Sam looked up at his brother, determined. "There must be a reason why I didn't attack her, why I didn't kill her, why I actually protected her."
The sandy blonde cleared his throat. "Well, to be honest, I arrived there at the end, and to me you looked like you were gnawing on her."
Sam felt his stomach clench. "Why?"
"Well, Sam, you'd pinned her to the ground." Dean pointed out, looking uncomfortable to discuss this. "And you were...nibbling on her...I think." Sam's eyes narrowed. "Nibbling? Did I pass the infection onto her?"
Ever since what had happened with Madison, his fear of infecting others had grown to near paranoia.
When he'd had to restrain Madison in her apartment, when she'd turned unexpectedly, and Sam had had to throw her in that room...well...he'd gotten scratched but somehow he hadn't thought that infection might have been possible. And yet, the next full moon, he'd gone insane, had changed, and it was only thanks to god that Dean had managed to kick him into one of the cells of the supposedly haunted prison they'd been investigating, keeping him prisoner until the sun transformed him back into his human self.
What if he'd passed on this horrific curse onto some young, unsuspecting girl?
"No, you didn't put a scratch on her, which shocked me. I mean, you were nibbling on her breastbone, dude, but there wasn't a trace of your fangs having touched her skin. It was like you were trying not to hurt her." Visibly upset by the mystery behind this all, Dean threw himself back on the bed and sighed. "I mean, I'm shocked she took everything as well as she did. She had a huge, feral, naked werewolf all over her and when she realized that you'd been shot with tranquilizers and would be fine she was relieved."
"Wait, she knows?" Sam stood up.
"She figured it all out in like two seconds flat. Also, she called my bullshit when I used the Young brother's names." Dean chuckled. "Chick knows her cryptids and her music."
"So she knows I'm a monster and she what, went on her merry way?" Sam frowned.
"Dude, one, you're not a monster. And two, I'm classier than that." Dean sat back up. "She helped me haul your unconscious ass to the 'Pala and then I gave her a ride home." He made a face. "The front seat had all the junk so she actually sat in the back with you and you kept...sniffing her...in your sleep. It was creepy."
Sam sat back down. "I don't understand anything."
"Makes two of us." Dean gazed at his boots. "But maybe we would understand better if we could really talk to this girl and find out exactly what happened before I arrived, in detail, you know? With both of us there it might help us form some sort of friggin picture."
"I attacked her, Dean. I don't think she's going to be up to-."
"Please. She wasn't even shaken up by it." Dean scoffed. "Said that it wasn't the freakiest situation she'd come into contact with."
Sam blinked. "A naked werewolf nibbling on her breastbone wasn't the freakiest-."
Dean shrugged. "She said something about Smallville being home of the strange and stranger or something like that."
Sam frowned. "Then why isn't on dad's journal?"
"Beats me." Dean replied, standing. "So, how about we go and find her?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "And how do you intend we do this? Unless you wrangled her phone number out of her then-."
"This is Smallville, Sam. Have you seen how tiny this town is?" Dean snorted. "The only thing of interest here is a coffee shop, so it's easy to deduct that that is where the young people hang out."
"Coffee shop." Sam sighed, standing. "And if she isn't there?"
"She was the coffee-loving type, trust me." Dean announced, reaching out and placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "If there's one thing I know, it's girls."
Dean did have a point there.
And Sam really wanted to talk to her and hear her version of how things had happened.
So with that he got up and nodded.
"Okay, let's go look for her."