The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 4 Section 3

Back in the Winchesters motel room...

Dean, Travis and Angel all sat around the table fixing gas cans into mini flame throwers.

Dean looked up at Travis, "So fire, huh?"

"The only way I found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em."

"Well, that's gonna be..." Dean grimaced, "Horrible."

Angel raised a brow, "I'm assuming that's what you did to Jack's dad?"

"Uh-huh."

Sam walked in just then, papers in hand, and eyed the three of them with a small smile, "Not wasting any time, are you?"

"None to waste." Travis answered, "The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains."

Sam took a careful seat next to his sister who watched him closely. The youngest Winchester was tense. He looked like he wanted to broach a subject he was sure was going to get backlash.

"What if he doesn't hulk out?" They all stared at him blankly, "I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."

"What?" Travis narrowed his eyes in offense as Dean and Angel watched the exchange on edge, "My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?"

"What? No. No, I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't-"

"Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." Dean quickly interjected, a little glare directed right at Sam, "It is."

"Look..." Sam pressed on, "Everything you said checked out, of course, but uh... I found 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."

Angel pursed her lips, "Huh."

Dean also looked interested, "Really?"

"See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform."

"So..." Angel eyed him, "All they have to do is stay vegetarian and they get to keep their human qualities?"

"Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not..."

Dean snapped his fingers, "Long pig."

"Right."

Dean smiled and Angel looked over her little brother impressively. Travis however, after watching and listening to the three of them, dismissed him.

"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." He got up, "But those are fairy tales." Walking over to the room's little pantry he poured himself another cup of coffee, "Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of... took that bite."

"Okay, well..." Sam stood as well, "That doesn't mean that Jack will."

Dean watched the two of them tensely and got up in case he needed to be a buffer. Angel however rolled her eyes at all of the tense masculinity. She set her stuff aside before leaning back in her seat to watch the three of them closely.

"So, what do we do?" Travis turned to Sam, "Sit and hope and wait for a body count?"

"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it."

"Fight it?" Travis scoffed before laughing in Sams face, "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry?" That got Dean's attention, who had been shuffling through the papers Sam brought with him, "I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?"