Title: Moon's Slaves
Author: pempees
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Parker, Sam Winchester and other Roswell characters
Category: Supernatural/Roswell XO
Rating: From PG-13 to NC-17, in some point.
Warnings: Pairing is Dean/Liz, at least kind of. No spoilers. Set to season 3 on Supernatural. Mostly Dean POV.
Summary: Odd deaths lure Sam and Dean to Mooncroft, but they find a lot more than just a bunch of werewolves. Something that scares Dean a lot more, something he never saw coming. Suddenly Sam has to follow his brother to face ghosts from the past, and there is nothing that anyone could do - their destinys are already sealed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Chapter 1:

The rainy September day was turning into a night and it didn't promise any good to anyone who lived even a near Mooncroft, Wyoming. People were horrified – they locked themselves in when darkness fell upon the town, but the locks didn't stop people from dying. They were ripped to pieces and their hearts were missing. Altogether six people had been found with their guts lying next to them, without a heart. There was no pattern in these murders; victims didn't have anything in common with each other and some of them were locals, some motel customers.

Mooncroft tried to hide these awful murders, but hunters have always had their own ways to get information about suspicious deaths. These deaths had lured a few people to this town; one of them stood in the woods near the town's only motel. Her almost black hair swung in the wind, leaving a mess behind. She didn't care, and she didn't even lift a finger to fix her hair. Her eyes were alert to watch every single change that could happen in the motel.

***

She wasn't the only one who was lured to that town by those murders. Two men, brothers, had just gotten a room in the very same motel and they were unpacking their luggage.

”So how many people have already been ripped open by this thing?” the shorter of the boys asked with a light voice. He threw his bag to the floor and jumped on the bed. He didn't seem to be worried at all and just studied the room with his eyes. The taller boy turned away from the closet and looked at the other one.

”Dean, you shouldn't take this so lightly. In only two nights there have been six murders and it’s too late for us to do anything tonight!” the taller boy wasn't so careless, and he sounded really worried.

”Sammy, relax. We're going to kill this thing, like every other one we have hunted”, Dean said and still sounded pretty confident, “And what do you mean that it's too late? You know that everybody opens their doors to FBI agents in any time of the day.” Dean grinned, slapped his own thighs and stood up.

”Shall we?” he smiled and headed towards the front door. Sam sighed as he rolled his eyes for his brother. This was going to be one long night, but Sam knew Dean was right, so he followed him outside.

”Don't you think we should change into suits?” Sam suggested and got a very bored glance from Dean.

”What, you think they sleep with suits on?” Dean asked and kept walking to his car. He automatically walked to the driver’s seat and Sam sat in the shotguns place.

”Whose house do you want to go to first?” Dean asked when he started the car. Sam had already opened his laptop and his fingers flew over the keyboard.

”Coroner, Dr. Dana Fay”, Sam said out loud, ”She lives in Brascalstreer 16. It's right around the corner.”

”Dr. Dana Fay, I hope you aren't sleeping”, Dean said quietly and stepped on the gas. It didn't take long before Dean stopped the car in front of the big white house. Sam watched the house, while Dean searched for their FBI IDs.

”Found them,” Dean said and threw Sam his. The boys got out of the car and went straight to the front door. Dean knocked hard, so Dr. Fay would wake up, if she was home. No one came to open, and Sam looked at his clock.

”Dean, it's almost eleven. If she has to go to work tomorrow, she is probably sleeping,” Sam tried to convince his brother that their work there was a waste of time.

”So?” Dean said and just knocked louder, ”FBI! Dr. Fay, we need to talk to you. It is urgent!” Dean said suddenly with a loud voice and soon after that somebody appeared behind the door. Dean looked at Sam with a self-satisfied smile on his face. They didn't have time for any exchange of words, as the door opened and a good-looking brunette appeared. Her dressing gown was tied loosely, so the boys could see her black sexy lingerie. Her hair was messed up and her cheeks were glowing. Sam was really uneasy in the situation, but Dean just smirked and stroke his cheeks and chin with one hand.

”Well, hello there,” Dean said, still smiling.

”Hi. Sorry it took this long, but I was.... busy,” the lady said and smiled. Dean spread his arms and nodded understandingly.

”No need to explain,” Dean smiled. Sam looked at that disapprovingly, but turned to Dana.

”We are agent Scott and agent Johnson,” Sam introduced them and both showed their fake IDs, ”We have a few questions about the murders that have happened here during the two previous nights. I got the information that you were the coroner of these cases.” Sam spoke of their business clearly, as always.

”Oh, those horrible, horrible murders. Please, come in, agents,” Dana said and moved away from the door way so Sam and Dean could get in. Both boys walked in, and Dana closed the door.

”What do you want to know?” Dana asked and replaced her dressing gown. Sam tried to watch anything else but Dana. Mean while, Dean ate her with his eyes.

”The cause of death, for starters,” Sam said and lowered his glance from the ceiling to Dana's eyes, keeping it strictly there.

”Well, those poor bastards were all messed up. Their chests were ripped open, their hearts were missing... It is hard to state the cause of death when the victims had all sorts of marks on them. Even bite marks!” Dana explained and the brothers exchanged quick glances. There was only one thing that killed like that – werewolves.

”No man could do something like that. My money is on some kind of animal – a wolf is my best shot. But then the sheriff was really kind when he reminded me that all the victims were found in their own homes – or motel rooms – doors locked inside and no sings of breaking in. AND there are no wolves at Mooncroft,” Dana continued and sounded really sarcastic when speaking about the sheriff.

”That sounds strange. Can we come see the bodies in the morning?” Sam still handled all the talking.

”Of course. I will be at my office at eight o'clock. Is there anything else I could help you with?” Dana asked holding her arms crossed in front of her chest. Sam was going to answer her, but Dean raised his hand and hissed. His was fully concentrating to possibly hear voices. Sam closed his mouth and followed his brother’s example, when he focused to listen. Dean took two careful steps towards the stairs, keeping his eyes up.

”What is happening?” Dana asked and her voice was a little higher. She hugged herself tight and glanced around nervously.

”Don't worry. We will protect you,” Dean said and automatically Sam moved to stand next to Dean, in front of Dana. They heard clatter from upstairs and the brother pulled their guns.

”Oh, God... Is there something upstairs?!” Dana couldn't keep her voice in control at all anymore.
“Doctor, please. You must be quiet,” Sam said.

“Something is there! Chris! Oh God, Chris!!” Dana suddenly tried to run upstairs. She tried to push Sam and Dean out of the way, but Dean caught her. He put his arms around Dana and didn't let her move anywhere. At the same time an ice cold scream spread around the house and it clearly came from upstairs. Dana started to hit and kick Dean and she screamed like a maniac, but Dean's grip held. Sam went a few steps up, before he realized that it was a bad idea.

“It's coming down!!” Sam yelled, ran back down and waited for the thing to come, with the gun ready in his hand. Dean pulled Dana off from the ground and carried her to the living room.

“You have to stay here,” Dean commanded and returned to Sam's side. He came just in time, when two maniac looking men came down the stairs, an almost black haired girl behind them.

“Werewolves,” Dean mumbled and tried to aim. The girl behind the werewolves was quicker: she pushed one of them down and attacked the other one. Sam and Dean just looked in amazement at the twist that events had just taken. The girl didn't spare even a quick glance to the boys – she kept hitting and kicking the werewolf. She made it pay for all those poor dead people. The werewolf, who was lying down suddenly jumped up and disappeared through the nearest window. The girl hit it one more time and then the werewolf dropped dead. Immediately she turned to the other one: which had just fled. When she realized that it was gone, she turned to the brothers.

“One thing! I gave you one thing to do and you blew it. You just convinced me that I'm right: I'm handling this alone. Leave, please,” she said with a cold voice. Dean couldn't get his eyes away from the girl: she was beautiful, but it wasn't just that.

“Sorry, lady, but we were here first,” Dean said and tried to sound as cocky as always, but didn't manage to do it.

“Dean, Dean, Dean... Still no manners, I see. But boys, for your own sake – don't mess up my hunt,” she said and without any warnings, she jumped off the broken window. Dean and Sam rushed to the window, but only saw her disappearing into the night.

“What the...?” Dean asked, but his attention was drawn elsewhere. He heard footsteps behind himself.

“Dana! No!” Dean yelled, when he saw Dana running up the stairs. She wanted to know what had happened to her man.

“Sam, the werewolf,” Dean said before he started chaising Dana. Sam stayed to make sure the werewolf was truly dead, while Dean tried to catch Dana before she reached Chris. He didn't make it.

“Chris!! Oh my God... NO!!” Dana's voice cleaved the air and it was filled with pain and despair. Dean ran in the voice's direction. The bedroom door was wide open, and Dean saw Dana crying with Chris' head on her lap. Dean stopped outside the room, before he walked in. He knew Sam was better in these things, but now he had to say something that would comfort the beautiful young woman. What could he say, when Chris' chest was ripped open and his guts were all over the room? Dean also knew, without even looking, that the heart was missing. Slowly Dean walked in.

“Dana... Dr. Fay...,” Dean wasn't even sure what name use from her. It didn't matter, she didn't hear. Dean was so out of his comfort zone.

“I'm sorry for your loss, but,” Dean said and crouched next to Dana “we have to get you out of here.” Dana woke up and looked at Dean.

“You were here, why didn't you save him?” Dana asked in an accusing voice. Dean swallowed once before answering.

“We didn't know that they were going to come here,” Dean said and felt guilty. Dana looked Dean in the eye.

“Agent Johnson, leave my house immediately, you son of a bitch. It's your fault that he’s dead!!” Dana said angrily. Dean looked surprised.

“But...”

“OUT!!” she yelled and stood up. Dean stood up too and took a step back.

“Dana..”

“Doctor Dana Fay, to you. Leave my house,” Dana said again. Dean still hesitated, and Dana pushed him.

“Go!” And so Dean turned and walked away – feeling guilty as hell. Reaching Sam, Dean just grabbed him.

“We have to get out of here,” Dean told Sam.

“Dean, what? We can't leave Dana here, alone with her dead boyfriend!” Sam disagreed when Dean dragged him out of the door.

“Well, if you want to go to her, then go. But don't come cry to me, when the guilt gets you,” Dean said without looking back.

“What guilt?” Sam wasn't getting Dean at all.

“She said that her boyfriend’s death was our fault. Then she asked me to leave,” Dean explained and the boys reached the Impala. Dean didn't look at what Sam did; he just went to sit in the car. Sam came too.

“Okay. We let her be...,” Sam said, but his voice said that he really didn't want to leave Dana alone.

“We have a bigger problem,” Sam said, “The werewolves. Did you get a good look at the other one?”

“And who the hell the chick was? How did she know my name? And excuse me, but I do have manners!” Dean wondered.

“She was just another hunter. But she might get in our way. Still, our bigger concern is the werewolf, who got away. How do we find him?” Sam tried to get Dean to think with him. He didn't think that he girl was important.

“Did you see how she fought? Amazing fist job,” Dean said with a distant look in his eyes.

“Dean! Forget the girl!”

“Forget the girl?” She killed a freaking werewolf with bare hands!” Dean looked at his brother like he was be nuts.

“She has been working out, so what?” Sam just didn't understand why Dean was freaking out. It was just some random girl.

“Working out? Are kidding me? She's a god damn killing machine. She could kick your butt, and you would be like a rag doll,” Dean told Sam and got a really annoyed look from Sam.

“My butt? What about yours? I would worry about that. She clearly had issues with you and your manners!” Sam defended himself.

“Dude! She's a girl!” Dean said like it would explain it all. Sam sighed and turned his face away from Dean.

“Let's get the hell out of here before the cops arrive,” Sam said, and Dean started to drive. As Dean was driving, Sam started to speak again – still trying to get Dean to concentrate on the werewolf.

“We have to find that werewolf tonight. If we don't it'll kill again,” Sam said and glanced at Dean.

“Yeah.. How can we find him before sunrise?” Dean wondered, “Maybe we get lucky and that girl did kill it already.” Sam sighed and decided not to pay attention to Dean's words about the girl.

“I was thinking. Maybe there is a pattern,” Sam spoke as he took the pieces of newspaper from the glove box, “Six victims in two night, three each night. First night, two locals and one visitor. Second night, one local and two visitors. I think it will come to the motel next. I'm not sure, but in our situation that is worth the shot.” Dean didn't answer: he just turned the car around, wheels squeaking.

“That is worth the shot,” he said and pressed the gas harder. Just a couple blinks later, they were in their hotel. The brothers stepped out from the car, both kept one hand ready on their gun. They couldn't see anything suspicious in the motel.

“No sleep, tonight?” Dean asked and looked at Sam.

“I guess not.”

Chapter 2