There we go with a new story :)

I'm setting the scene with the prologue like always

just for the record: i had to read some stuff about werewolves (besides the common lore about them) & decided that there won't be any knotting, further i changed the lore about werewolves for my story. - well i guess i changed close to EVERYTHING and made 2 different breeds (the once that are natural ones and the turned once.)

I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING TO LEAD ...

WARNINGS: UNRELATED!WINCEST, AU, rated M for a reason, mentions of abuse/rape

DISCLAIMER: not mine (just playing in kripke's sandbox)

SUMMARY: AU, UNRELATED!WINCEST, Dean30, Sam26, Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Werewolves that live among humans and the bigger part of the town knows. In return, the pack hunts creatures that dare to violate the peace in town. Then a new club opens, and dean finds a human he'd die for. werewolf!dean!john!bobby!ellen human!hurt!sam sam/dean

Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 1 ~ Behind the Scenes

Dean Winchester leaned back in the passenger's seat of the sleek-black Impala and slammed the passenger's door shut. His father followed short after him and slipped behind the steering wheel, while Bobby Singer took his place on the backseat.

It had been an eventful year for all of them. While Bobby Singer had his Salvage on the outskirts of the small town and had lived there ever since, John and Dean just moved there a couple of years ago. They had a cabin in the woods on the northern side of the town, not too far away from the Salvage. After years of traveling and strolling around they had decided to find a place to settle down.

Not just because of the older man's injured leg, that hurt like a pain in the ass sometimes. Also because they were willing to go where Sheriff Jody Mills wasn't able to. Further, most of the town's people knew about the Winchesters already. They knew who they were and why they were there. They knew that they had never killed anything close to human. That they were feeding of deer and cattle. And they let them. Let them unbothered. They let them hunt on their grounds in the woods or even their cattle when nothing else was to be found. No one seemed bothered about two or three poached animals a month.

And those who had seemed bothered by it in one of their councils were pretty fast convinced that it was good to have a pack of werewolves around, as a couple of vampires had caused trouble.

In return for the town's people's acceptance, the Winchester's and Bobby kept the town safe. Safe from everything that was supernatural out there. Every creature that would make trouble or harm the town's people was damned to death as soon as it trod the town's property.

That was their unwritten pact.

Dean cleared his throat and stole a glance at John. "That's not just because it's my birthday, isn't it?", he finally asked the question he wanted to ever since John had decided to make his son happy and take him to the new club in town.

John sniffed and his eyes narrowed as he keyed the ignition. "Not exactly. - Sheriff Mills got a job for us."

"In the club?", Dean asked and frowned. "Is it about the odd killings?"

The older Winchester nodded.

"Seems to me like a sick human who loves to torture his own kind. - So how could this probably be a thing for us?" Dean glanced at his father and shot a glare into the rearview mirror to check on the old man's face on the backseat. Dean was already pissed. - Though he had already sensed, that John wouldn't take him to the club just because it was his birthday. His father didn't do things like this. Of course he made sure that there was cake (even when Dean was already 30 there was still cake in the house when it was about birthdays) but other than that, birthdays were pretty much like all the other days during the year.

"Because Jody asked for our help. - And she's a friend. That's why. Even if it's not supernatural ... someone or something's killing people no one had ever seen in this town before and end up in the damn lake or in the woods. She needs proof that it's got to do with the new club-owner." John shot a glance at his son. He knew Dean wasn't fancy about coming in contact with the humans in town. He also knew that Dean cared as much as nothing about the human's business. Though he needed him for this – more than that. He wanted him by his side. Wanted someone else but Robert Singer who he was able to trust.

It was kind of live and let die – or something – for Dean. Specially because the people in town knew who he was and WHAT he was.

"Why pretending it's for my birthday, dad?" Dean asked. Sure he was kind of pissed at John for lying to him. He could've told him streight away. But since their relationship as father and son wasn't that good ever since his mother died ... things just had changed.

"Because we need you there. - I need you there. You go and have fun and we're trying to find something out about the owner ... I need someone else but Bobby to rely on if something goes south." John reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and held a bundle of bills towards his son. "Jody said something about exclusive events there. - she got tickets for the three of us. To take a look at what's so exclusive about the backrooms of the club."

"Probably just about extra expensive hookers. But she needs to be sure. - That's where your job starts. You go and get yourself one of these hookers and try to get something out of her ... or him ..." John shot a knowing smirk at his son, who blushed violently.

"Dad.", he hissed warning.

"What?" John's grin widened. "I saw how you look at the guy in the gun-shop."

"Dad." This time it had more of a growl.

With that Dean sank down in his seat further and lurked out of the window on his side, taking the extra cash from his father. "So ... you really think the hooker's going to tell me what's going on?"

"You'll never know, kid." Bobby answered and sniffed, his face morphing into a disgusted grimace. "You better not eat onion rings the next time ... I won't ride with you guys ever again if you do so."

Dean chuckled and glanced back over his shoulder. "Hey ... maybe you wanna talk to the hooker? Guess you could need some more action in your life." A cocky smirk built on the youngest among the men. "You could charm at HER or HIM with your hidden attributes."

"That's your job, Ken-doll. - I'm less of a model." The old man gave back gruffly. "And now shut up, Idjit."

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. Sure he enjoyed clubs. Just not the one in Sioux Falls. Partly because some of the people there knew him and partly because the strippers lived there. So there was always a possibility to cross paths with one them in town on one of his supply runs. And that was something he would gladly miss out.

They parked the car on the backstreet of the club. Just in case they had to get out there fast and unnoticed by passing civilians. And because they weren't meant to take the entrance on the front. People with these tickets were supposed to take the back entrance to get into a separate area of the club.

A giant guy in a suit, with a bald head and a great dane on his side was checking on the men with the tickets. Not just that ... they also got frisked from tip to toe. Gladly Dean hadn't taken the Baretta with him. His dad and uncle on the other hand had to lay off half of their arsenal at the entry.

Actually the room looked like a usual strip club. There was a stage in the very front and platforms for pole dancers and a lot of chairs and some corners where the light was dim enough to get more private. On the left side of the big room was a bar and a corridor that probably led to some rooms in the back ... for those who prefered to get laid there and not at home.

Beside the three of them weren't a lot people around yet, so they sat down at the bar and checked out their surroundings. They ordered three beers and located the seats that were reserved for them in the second row on the side.

Half an hour later the damn club was full and everyone started to take his seat. What the three of them realized in the first place was, that there was no one around they knew. No town's people ... What probably meant that they had just selected clients ... what meant that there was a possibility, that something was off about this event.

"Very exclusive.", Dean muttered towards John and cocked both eyebrows as a very well built guy entered the stage and the room went dark, except for a spotlight that moved towards the stage and landed on the guy. He wore a black suit and a white shirt beneath. His short hair was combed back and covered in about half a tube of styling gel.

"Just play along ...", John muttered, his look remained on the stage.

Dean snarled silently and eyed the guy closer. Something in the atmosphere shifted and a barely recognisable scent of something odd crept into the younger man's nose. His eyebrows furrowed, as he tried to define the smell. John and Bobby must've noticed it too, since they shifted uncomfortably in their seats before they stilled again.

John tilted his head to the side, again without leaving the guy out of his watch and muttered "Shifter".

Dean just nodded and straightened in his chair. "Shifters.", he corrected, as he noticed that the other man who just had entered the stage, wasn't quiet human either.

"What the hell?" Bobby muttered into his beard.

Then the well-built guy welcomed the crowd and explained some of the "rules". What they didn't expect was that THIS wasn't just about exclusive hookers ... it was about exclusive EVERYTHING.

It was then when they brought the first girl on the stage, that another – new – scent flooded the room. She was human – and obviously seemed to had fun there ... but there was this smell that didn't belong to her. A smell she had carried into the room from behind the stage or somewhere else. Something masculine ... blood ... and was that fear?

The girl didn't seem to be afraid, nor did she look as if she was wounded somewhere. Not just a little bit ... though there remained something in her look ... something haunted.

One of the guys in the middle row raised a hand and yelled something about two hours ... Then he stood up and went to the bar, the girl went down from the stage and streight towards him.

Dean was too confused by the scent he was taking in that words didn't get thru to him for a couple of moments.

"You smell that?", he asked silently and eyed John carefully.

His dad nodded and the younger man recognising the confusion that started to settle over the three of them.

"It's definitely nothing good.", John muttered.

Three other hookers followed and then the well built guy tore the looks at him again, as he stood in the middle of the stage. He cleared his throat and rose a hand to calm the crowd down before he spoke.

"For those who are here for our special offers – Sign in over there." He pointed behind the last row of chairs towards a cash desk. "I'm leading you to the cages as soon as you've paid."
The three men shared confused looks. "Cages?", Dean's voice hitched and he shook his head. "And they say we're monsters ... - Dude, that's just sick." They younger Winchester already sensed that this wasn't about some BDSM stuff.

John laid his hand on his son's lower arm and gave him a determined look. "You go and have a look at the cages. - You've about seven hundred dollar in bills. - Whatever it is, we need to know what's so special about it ..."

Dean sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. "I thought I'm supposed to be the one who has fun?"

John petted Dean's shoulder and grinned. "Change of plans, son. - Me and Bobby are going to hang around at the bar and have all the fun while you're doing the research." He chuckled.

Dean glared at him and growled. He watched two men before him rise and heading towards the cash desk. So did he, as another girl entered the stage just clothed in boots and lace lingerie. He glanced a last time over his shoulder towards the stage before he reached the desk.

A couple of minutes later, he was back at the bar, greeted by two pairs of confused looking eyes.

"Thought you'll have a look at the cages?", John asked stuttered and put the beer aside.

Dean sniffed and rose a finger to make an order. "Yeah. - WE will. I paid for the two of us. Father and Son are looking for a little plaything.", he sing sang and ordered a beer. "Thought interrogating HER or HIM would be more rewarding ..."

John glared at him, while Bobby swallowed back a laughter. "What?"

Dean cocked an eyebrow and watched his father's face fall. "Thought ... why should it be just me who's having all the fun." He chuckled and nodded towards the female bartender, who placed his order in front of him.

"Besides ... I got a little enlightenment about how this is going to work. - No phones. If we wanna make a vid, we've to pay for it extra. Tools are in the room we'll be brought in." He glanced at Bobby. "Better talk to Jody. - Let her know what's going on. Tell her to get her guys on the street and stuff."

John eyed his son cautiously. "You sure? - Maybe it's just some BDSM stuff ... you know ..."

Dean rose a hand to stop his father from continuing and shook his head. "I don't wanna know how you could possibly thing that. - Just keep it to yourself." It was this scent that made him feel a little uneasy at the moment. Something about this was wrong – so very wrong. "If it would be just THAT, then why do I have the slight feeling that this isn't just about the weird sex stuff? - It doesn't smell like this, does it? - It smells like someone has died around here ..."

John frowned. Sure he knew his son was right. There was this tingling scent of death hanging in the air. Not noticable for humans though. But for him and his kind it was.

"Gentlemen?", the well-built guy interrupted them, wearing a bright smile and showing his white teeth. "Are we ready?" The smile was nearly blinding ... and disgusting somehow. The man smelled disgusting ... he smelled like a liar – or even worse – like a sifter.

Dean nodded and elbowed John as he slid from the stool.

"Well then. - Follow me, gentlemen.", he said and turned around, leading the both of them thru the crowd towards the corridor they had spotted before. They followed the man along towards its end, where a door led into a room. It had to be some kind of storrage, by the looks of it. There was a whole lot of booze and expensive stuff. Also champagne ... and something that looked like small drug-packs. He led them thru the storage towards another door. The man unlocked it and guided them along another corridor, handing Dean a key with a pendant and a room number. Then they rounded a corner and ended up in front of another locked door.

The man opened it for them and there was another room. Though ... this room smelled kind of horrifying. It was dim and cold. It smelled like all kinds of bodily fluids. And there were several heartbeats. Some clam and slow, others erratic and uneven.

Dean and John's eyes grew wide as they saw that cages were exactly what the man was showing them. Cages with inhabitants. - Ten of them. The definite scent of fear covered up EVERYTHING. This and the smell of blood and well ... death. Someone had died in there ... DIED.

The man before them slowed his pace and let the Winchesters look around, eying his property closely. Dean tried to keep his poker face on and managed it somehow, while John's face grew paler with every cage they passed.

There was no doubt. All the inhabitants were humans by the smells of it. Some of them seemed to be dehydrated and overly exhausted. Not to mention that they haven't gotten to eat anything in about a week or two ... or even longer.

Dean let himself be led by the unmistakable scent the already had noticed when they entered the first corridor right behind the club.

John nearly bumped into his son, as Dean stopped suddenly and squat down. He didn't say anything. He just stared into the cage before him, eying the huddled figure in the left back corner. There wasn't a lot to make out, except the being's scent. A remarkably unique scent, by the way. The scent he had already smelled in the club – just not that strong.

Dean saw just darkness and the silhouette of a probably male human. The cage seemed to small for him, since he could make out long arms wrapped around his legs.

Fear ... blood ... desperation ... The man was hurt, his heart rate way too fast and he was bleeding.

The man in the suit stopped and turned around on his heels – still wearing his disgusting smile, as he laid a hand on the top of the cage.

"I wouldn't choose this one.", he said, "You chose the whole nine yard ... and this one ..." He nodded towards the cage, ".. he won't last long. - Lesser fun, isn't it?" A devilish smirk spread over the man's face. "I'd suggest the one over there – he's stronger ... and the two of you surely have your fun with him." The man pointed towards the other side of the room. There was a bigger cage with a dark-skinned man in it. He stared at them with a blank expression on his face.

Dean glared over his shoulder towards John and shook his head, pointing at the cage before him. John just nodded, meeting the younger man's gaze.

"This one.", Dean said determined - his face remained impassive.

The older of the Winchesters looked around, eying the cages for a moment, before his look fell back at the suited man. "Why are they all so quiet?", he asked then.

The man chuckled. "Well, we keep them well-trained, sir." he cleared his throat. "But I can guarantee, that he's a screamer if you want him to be a screamer."

Dean swallowed hard and tried to keep his face as unmoved as possible. He tried not to vomit the ingredients of his dinner right there. The younger Winchester glanced at the inhabitant once again before he rose back to his feet. "Seven hundred now and seven hundred when we're done. - That was the deal, right?", Dean stated, eying the man closely.

He just nodded in respond.

"Dad?"

John looked up.

"Go and tell your friend to get the rest of our money.", Dean said, glancing over his shoulder.

"You sure? - He said he won't last ..." John obviously tried to put on a little show.

"My birthday, my choice, wasn't that the deal?" Dean kept his poker-face on.

John nodded with a sigh. "Sure. - Your birthday, Son." With that he nodded towards the suited man.

"Well then. - I'll bring you to the room." The man said and looked at Dean. "One of my men is bringing you back to your friend in the front." He nodded towards John and he nodded back. Because there were no words to say right now. Everything he would've loved to say to the disgusting guy would've revealed that they weren't going to torture and kill the human.

Half an hour later Dean and John entered their room. Besides a double-bed and the black carpet beneath it, the room had more of a dungeon after all. Chains and shackles on the walls. Some hung from the ceiling. Two long tables with all kinds of weird stuff stood in the middle of the room. Tools Dean hadn't ever seen in his lifetime – not even as a mechanic. He wasn't even sure if a doctor would use any of this stuff during a surgery.

A cold shiver ran down the younger Winchester's spine, as he eyed some of the other weird things that hang from the walls.

"Where's he?" Dean turned around on his heels to face the guy with the big smile again.

"My men will bring him to you shortly ... They are just getting him cleaned up and prepared for you.", he said, "If you need something else, just use the intercom." He pointed at the two buttons and the loudspeaker beside the threshold.

John nodded. "I thing we have everything we need."

With that the man's smile widened and he showed his white teeth again, then he left and closed the door behind him. The two Winchesters stood there for a long while, eying the contents of the room for some time. Then John started to stroll towards the both tables with the tools and a disgusted expression settled over his face.

"The whole nine yards, huh?", he muttered to himself. He could clearly imagine what that meant ...

A couple of minutes later a knock was heard and Dean turned towards the door. "Yeah?", he called out. Even if he knew that there were two men in front of the door and the man from the cage ... he had to - at least - act like he was human. Dean would recognise this smell everywhere. Besides the fear and a whole lot of other scents, there was this typical nuance that was just him.

The door opened and two men stepped in. One of them held a leather-cord in his hand, tugging on it. A tall man followed them and soon the two Winchesters saw that the leash was connected to a collar around the man's neck. The man's head was directed downwards, his look glued to the floor. His shoulder hunched over, as if he was in pain. He didn't wear shoes nor socks, though he seemed to be clean – like ... Dean swallowed visibly ... like he had just taken a shower. Or had been forced to take a shower ...

Now – in the light of the bulb – Dean was able to see. The man was definitely taller than he was and way skinnier as he was supposed to be. His skin was pale, as if he hadn't seen any sunlight in months. Now he was able to see the longer dump chestnut-brown hair, that was sticking to the man's face. A bare chest, covered in older and fresh scars. Bruises. And red welts. Some of them torn thru his skin. - And all of them seemed to be untreated.

"Thank you." John waved at them, to back off.

Those just nodded and the one who was holding the leash, removed it from the collar, nudging the man forward - towards the Winchesters.

"Have fun, guys." An amused glint flashed over the man's face. "Call when you're done. - We'll clean up then." And with that they were gone.

Dean and John shared a shocked look. - Just like that - they'd come and clean up their mess. Like these men had done this a hundred times before ... like they were used to get rid of corpses on a daily basis.

"Holy shit, dad ..." Dean muttered and sat back on the bed, resting his head in his hands. "What are we gonna do now?"

John shrugged and eyed the lanky man in the middle of the room closely. "Wait ..."

"They're filming us. - They're freaking filming us. They're gonna know that something's wrong if we don't try something ..." Dean sighed and looked up, the scent of this man burnt into his mind like a branding. "We can't even change if we'd need to. - Not without being caught on film."

His heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't sure if he was able to survive another session with men like this. Maybe he wouldn't come back into his cage like the girl two weeks ago. Maybe he'd be blessed with death tonight.

There was nothing more he wanted than to lay down and sleep. A part of him couldn't wait for getting chained up again, so he wouldn't have to stay on his feet any longer. Though it didn't seem like these men were going to do it very soon.

He had learned early that he wasn't supposed to listen to conversations, except they were directed at him. So yeah – he didn't pay attention to the men's words.

Just when he saw a pair of heavy boots close before his feet, his breath caught, and he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for his torture to start.

Dean rose from the bed, still eying the man who stood there in just a pair of jeans, his hands tied together on the back of his back. He walked over to him slowly and stopped in front of him. He saw the younger man holding his breath and as he started to tremble. Dean's eyes narrowed and he lifted his hand, brushing the dump hair out of the younger man's face and behind his ear.

"We won't hurt you, kiddo.", Dean whispered silently, taking a deep inhale, as he moved closer to his ear. "We're here to save you and the others." He swallowed hard. "Just play along."

There was no reaction.

Dean stepped back from the man and shot a glance at the camera in the upper left corner of the room. He dearly hoped that the guy in front of him understood what he was saying. Dean reached for the man's hand and took it in his, guiding him towards the bed.

"Sit down.", Dean said silently, not letting go of the big hand in his.

The man obeyed – just like that.

He shared an angered look with his father. There was nothing more he wanted to do than getting out of there. All of them. All of the humans in the cells. These people needed medical attention. - Needed probably more than just that. THIS MALE needed medical attention and that like one week ago. It was hard for a young wolf like him to hold his temper under control. Specially since he wasn't the shy and calm type of a male anyway.

"How long have you been here?", Dean asked, trying to get eye contact with the man.

But he wouldn't look up. Nor did he answer. Probably he wasn't supposed to talk, or maybe he didn't realize that this question was directed at him. So the younger Winchester squeezed the man's hand carefully.

"You can talk to me. - So ... what's your name?", he tried it again.

"Sam.", the man answered.

Dean's lips curled up into a small smile. "My name's Dean. - And that's my dad. - John." He pointed at the man beside the table, who held up one of the knifes and immediately put it back down as he heard his name being said.

Sam didn't look up, nor showed any sign of interest.

"Look, we're gonna remove your bindings now." Dean rose both of his hands, showing his empty palms. Then – he ever so slowly – stood up and got one form the knifes from the table. He heard the younger man's heart quicken, as he narrowed back towards him. He smelled pure fear radiating from the young man, as he brought the knife to his wrists and cut the tape.

Dean then laid it back on the bed, an arm's reach away and ripped the tape from Sam's skin, watching him closely.

Sam didn't even flinch.

"It's going to be okay, Sam.", he whispered, "We'll get you out of here in no time."

John walked back along the other side of the tables in the meantime, checking out wich of the items he could use as a weapon, in case they had to fight. And he honestly didn't want to change in the middle of the town. Sure most of them knew who the Winchester's were. And though, they could never be sure. And the last thing they needed were hunters on their tail. So doing it like humans was probably the best solution. After all he, Bobby and Dean were way faster than humans anyway and they still had their animalistic instincts to rely on.

Seconds later, all hell broke loose ... There were screams and yells and gunshots ... And then the door to their room burst open ...

... to be continued?

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