—Hey, guys! Please make sure to leave some questions here! I would really appreciate it :)

—List some of your OTP's: Odessa and Dean (obvi) Stiles and Lydia (even though Stiles and Malia had their somewhat cute moments) Damon and Elena (even though Stefan and Elena was pretty fucking epic) Jake and Amy (Brooklyn 99 for those of you who don't watch the show, which you totally should) Klaus and Caroline, Stefan and Caroline (See my predicament here) Bonnie and Enzo, Barry and Iris (they're fucking amazing) Malia and Scott (just kill me now, especially in season 6) Allison and Scott (RIP) Allison and Isaac (RIP) Clarke and Lexa (RIP) Clarke and Bellamy...and I could go on and on and on (these are just a few)

—Favorite song at the moment? A Violent Noise by The xx

—What's been your favorite chapter so far of Control? I definitely loved writing chapter 28 and 35

...odessa and dean may or may not do some unholy things in this chapter...

Odessa wasn't unacquainted with the prowess of seduction or artistry of her captivating aesthetic, and she wasn't unfamiliar with having men wrapped around her finger. So, she wasn't stunned when Dean was affected with her sensual tendencies. In fact, she was amused with the reaction she received when purposely teasing him while Sam posed as a local detective at the morgue. Beginning with her game of enticement with something simple, such as fastening her lengthy waves above her head and displaying her chest, Odessa was determined to get two things out of this; Dean's flustered reactions and sex.

Something Odessa wasn't accustomed with was the restiveness she experienced when thinking of how ingenuous she'll be within that moment with him. Sex with other men was passionless, nothing of significance or remembrance. Sex with Dean would be impassioned and suffused with compassion she'd never initiated with before. She loved him, more than she thought was possible, and the vivid images of her fervid expectations was enough have her skin be set ablaze. 

Releasing a shaky sigh from the risque images formulating, she pushed a lock behind her ear. Her eyes were glued to the words of a magazine Dean purchased for her, but she wasn't reading anything, primarily because she couldn't stop thinking about her god-like boyfriend who was sitting no more than ten-feet away from her. She didn't know how someone could be so attractive without even trying. Peering through her lashes, she glimpsed towards Dean's nonchalant figure. He was casually laying atop the bedsheets, ankles crossed and forearms perched behind his head. His eyes were closed as he listened attentively to his blaring music.

She twirled a loose curl around her finger, mulling over every edge of him as he bopped his head to the beat of Metallica. There was something captivating about watching him mellowed, unaware of her lingering gaze. There were certain things Odessa would never understand how divinely constructed they were: the intricate scriptures of her necklace, the illuminating stars, and the impeccable creation of her boyfriend. She still couldn't believe she was able to title him as hers, and she was his. And anyone who saw how she looked at him, with affection so severe, knew she was hooked.

Dean's eyes reluctantly opened and he oriented his weary gaze to where she was nestled, eyes squinted from the shining lights on the ceiling. "You're staring." He muttered as he stretched his limbs languidly. He plucked his headphones from his temples and tossed them to the side. His listless regard momentarily drifted over her exposed skin, and his eyes suddenly became vigorous. 

Odessa smiled smugly, pleased with the given reaction. Her hairdo was lazily molded, unbound strands framed her face delightfully, and her maroon dress was skintight with buttons securing her neckline together. The sweetheart-neckline, as always, complimented her emblems and breasts. "I'm gazing, it sounds more romantic." She replied into the magazine, but she was smirking slyly. Her golden legs were draped over the armrest of the large chair that was placed on the opposite side of the room. Flipping to the next page, she pretended to be interested in the pictures of beautiful dresses. 

Dean pushed himself off his back and she could feel his fixated stare intently ogling her unclothed skin. Odessa was more than comfortable with her body, this wasn't anything new, but something was different about her coquettish demeanor. She was pleased Dean was already positively affected by something so simple. Closing the magazine, suddenly disinterested with the articles, she swung her legs over the armrest and stood with her shoulders back. "Sam texted me earlier," She said, "He should be back in a bit." There was something suggestive with her tone, something that didn't go unnoticed by him. He didn't say anything.

Humming silently to herself, Odessa stepped closer. "I'm bored, aren't you bored?" Odessa asked, voice slow and alluring. Her eyes glittered like poisonous water, and the cunning smirk assembling on her carmine-stained lips was allusive. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned her neckline teasingly slow. Each slacken step she took was as captivating as the strikes of lightening; dangerous and entrancing. She watched as Dean's shoulders stiffened and raised his eyebrows, astounded and stirred. He swallowed the words lodged in his throat, then nodded frantically. "Good, because I'm frustrated, and I need your help." She unbuttoned her neckline once again.

She was beside the edge of the mattress now, crawling to where Dean laid. Although awakened and wound up, Dean managed to scoff with disbelief. "Trust me, sweetheart," He murmured, watching her every move intently. "You have no idea what actual frustration feels like." Grinning sumptuously, Odessa tilted her head questioningly. Inches from where he laid motionlessly, she smoothly ran her index finger down his thigh. She felt him tense from her touch, and his gaze momentarily shifted from her lips to where her she gingerly caressed him. "I've had to see you every day wearing those short, tight dresses for two years. God, do you know how sexy you are?" 

Odessa edged closer to him, lips gently brushing against his earlobe. "You've mentioned it once or twice," She whispered, smiling daintily against his stubble. Her back was arching into him, and his green eyes roamed over her physique hungrily. She caressed his jawline with fragility, and she could hear him attempt to regulate his hitched breathing. His gaze reluctantly tore from her emblems and met hers. "But it doesn't hurt to hear it again." Colliding her plump lips with his, she was suffused with this breathtaking sensation that physically weakened her and left her feeling like anything was possible. 

This is what Odessa absolutely adored when kissing Dean, she was imbued with feelings of indescribable euphoria and contentment she'd never experienced before. With sudden haste, she moved almost feline-like and was straddling his hips, relishing the momentary pleasure. Dean's calloused hands touched her skin like fragile glass, as if she was seconds from shattering. Tracing every feature of her body like he'd imagined a million times before, she could hear his heart beating to the rhythm of her soft moans. His hands stopped on her waist, clutching them firmly as a reminder on how much he was restraining himself. 

Kissing him hard on his lips, he groaned from the gentle ferocity and hunger of her touch. Apprehensively removing her lips from his, she softly kissed his neck, then his throat, then his chest. She felt her skin ignite ablaze wherever Dean's fingers swiftly brushed against, and the inflamed sensation created fluttering butterflies within. She could detect Dean's arousal from beneath her, and she restrained her from laughing aloud at the affect she held on him. "Don't hold back," She muttered breathlessly. "I want you to make me forget everything but your name." 

His fingers tangled her hair, and she groaned softly as he tugged. She could feel her throat tighten from the threatening moans, the sensation of all air evaporating from her cells rattled her thoughts. Watching how he moved in harmony with her, the way his hands shook before squeezing her ass, and the way his breathing trembled when her hips bucked.  "Please take me. I don't care where or how," Odessa said through clenched teeth. "Please."

She felt him smirk against her neck, and she was under him faster than she could process. His back arched into her, his teeth lightly nibbling her earlobe. Odessa wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in closer. Tugging his belt as a gesture to remove it, she giggled as Dean hurriedly unfastened the buckle and yanked his pants before chucking them to the side. Upon hearing her laugh erupted a bright smile on his face, one too large for his face. Dean assisted her shimmy out of dress, carefully placing it off to the side, knowing if the dress was torn she'd murder him in his sleep. 

Hastily unhooking the clasp of lace lingerie, Dean couldn't restrain himself as he appreciated the glorious spectacle of his naked, breathtaking girlfriend. She wasn't fazed with the exposure of her body, and if she was nervous, she wasn't giving out any hints that she was. Chuckling breathlessly from exhilaration, Dean swiftly plucked his t-shirt from his body. 

And for a brief moment, they silently watched each other with ghostly grins. There wasn't anything stopping them, nothing keeping this from happening. And within seconds, they were attached once more, connected from their souls and physical bodies. There wasn't anything that could demolish this moment of love and devotion.

<<>>

"This lawyer guy first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean inquired aloud, polishing inside the chamber of his gun. Odessa's legs were perched over his thighs, ankles crossed. He didn't seem to mind, especially since he was thrilled from prior events. Odessa's attention was fixated on the dagger she received several months ago from him, tracing the blade's edge meticulously with her fingernail. She occasionally grazed the engraved words fondly, memories re-surfacing of when she realized she had feelings for Dean. 

Sam yanked open the fridge and grabbed a nameless beer bottle. "First man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dean bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions," He moved one of the chairs beside the table. "No hearts. They were all hookers working at Hunter's Point. And now cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer."

Odessa dropped her hand on her lap, directing her disinterested gaze towards Sam. "And the lunar cycle?" She questioned, lethargic. She didn't really want to do anything, and she didn't really have the energy to go around shooting werewolves. "Month after month?" Her and Dean didn't necessarily have the time to process what they'd just done, considering Sam messaged them he was coming up. She felt as if Sam hinting for them to make sure they weren't indecent when he entered the room. Sam nodded and hummed, explaining that all the murders happened in the week leading up to the full moon. "But that's this week, which explains the lawyer." 

Dean grinned enthusiastically as he carefully placed Odessa's legs down, standing on his feet and fumbled for something in his bag. He mumbled an 'awesome', and Sam scoffed. "Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?" Odessa admiringly watched her boyfriend's ecstatic expression brighten. She didn't understand why he was so excited about this, considering people's hearts were being consumed by a blood-thirsty monster, but she didn't want to be the one to ruin his optimism.

Dean laughed while searching through his bag. "I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids." He grabbed a wooden box and opened the lid, enraptured by the glistening silver bullets. 

Glancing at Odessa with a bewildered look, she half-shrugged and bit back the threatening smile from the reemerging memories. "Okay, Sparky. And you know what, after we kill it, we can go to Disneyland." Sam teased, his voice resembling the tone you'd use when speaking with children. Odessa laughed boisterously and Sam chuckled from beside her. 

Unfazed with Sam's antics, Dean continued to overlook their laughter and plucked one of the silver bullets. "Know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down. One of these bad boys right to the heart," Dean said, "So what's our next move?" 

Sam smiled, "Talk to the girl who found the body."

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"I don't understand," The woman, Madison, who discovered Nate Mulligan shredded corpse, said. "I already gave my statement to you." Madison's apartment wasn't anything particularly flamboyant, merely quaint and oddly picturesque. The color palette was aesthetically pleasing and she contained modernized furniture. Needless to say, Odessa enjoyed the compacted residence. Sam replied nonchalantly, stating they simply needed to verify a few things. "This is my neighbor Glenn. Glenn, this is detective..." She trailed off.

Dean spoke for the three of them. "Landis," He pointed at Odessa. "And Detective Santiago, and that's Dante." He said, patting Sam's back. Both Sam and Odessa blinked, processing Dean's words. Shaking her head, Odessa focused on the skittish man who'd been introduced as Glenn. He was ghastly pale, his shaggy hair was prominent and his facial hair didn't suit his face. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt with the words 'Mission Church' plastered on it. 

Glenn smiled widely, almost nervously. "Well, guess I'll leave you to it," He said, chuckling breathlessly. As he made his way to the doorway, his eyes hadn't left Madison's unaware gaze. She thanked him for the casserole he had prepared and he nodded rigidly, walking stiffly to the door. "Just call if you need anything." Were his last words before he awkwardly made his way out of the room and from view. 

Madison grinned brightly. "He's sweet. He came over to check on me," Odessa nodded briskly, freaked from the uneasy encounter. "Here, have a seat." She motioned towards the empty chairs, taking her own place across from Sam. He, with as much compassion lacing his tone, suggested the notion she was pretty shaken up from the horrid experience. He then followed the statement with a confirmation, asking if she indeed was the assistant of Nate. "For two years, yeah." 

Dean quickly intervened. "So you knew all about him?" He asked. 

Madison nodded. "Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was...he was nice," She'd paused, and the way she spoke suggested otherwise. Sam was quick to have her continue explaining what was wrong. "Nothing, really. You get a few scotches in him, and he started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type." Dean absentmindedly laughed from the opposite side of the table.

It was Sam's turn to nod. "Yeah. I do, actually." His gaze flickered from both Odessa, who'd been preoccupied with examining her chipping nail polish, and Dean. Odessa dropped her hand on the table with a vexed sigh, discontented with the suggestion of her being a sexual drunk. She'd never been given actual proof of how she behaved when totally wasted, but, from what she heard, she was the life of the party. 

Dean's smile faltered from Sam's words. "Did, uh, did he have any enemies?" Madison furrowed her eyebrows, tone sharp. She asked what he meant, positive the death of Nate Mulligan was an animal attack. She looked at Sam for reassurance, to which he offered. "No, yeah, we're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him—former client, an ex?"

Realization dawned upon Madison's features. Odessa quirked an eyebrow, inquiring a simple 'what' as she watched the woman's flare with recognition. "Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt." She said, "Mueller. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He's...well, he's kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office. Kurt got into it with Nate. Threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job." 

Odessa cocked her head sideways. "When was the last time you saw Kurt?" She asked. 

"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up. It was like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth...he scares me." 

Odessa grinned sorrowfully, fishing for a piece of paper in her pocket, and a pen. "Well, if you see this Kurt again, you call me and I'll make sure he doesn't mess with you again." 

The three of them departed Madison's home, all their minds and thoughts scattered everywhere. Dean was the first to speak as they descended down the porch, asking what they thought of this. "Stalker ex-boyfriend. He hates the boss. And he was there that night." Sam said, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

"You think he's our dog-faced boy?" Dean asked.

Odessa shrugged, "It's definitely a theory, and we've definitely had worse." Her bet was on Kurt, all the signs pointed to him. "We should go pay him a visit."

<<>>

Kurt's apartment wasn't as slovenly as Odessa imagined it'd be. In fact, it was the complete opposite of unkempt and was rather unsullied. There were several pictures displayed on a large shelf, photographs with him and infants, and him fishing with an elder man, who Odessa assumed was his father. On the other side of the room contained shelves of collectible classic cars, something Dean would've enjoyed and explained to her if Kurt wasn't possibly the werewolf. Dean was searching through the fridge, his back facing them, and Odessa was examining the hanging pictures by the windows. "Nothing but leftovers and a six-pack." 

Sam stopped flipping through the pages of some magazine. "Check the freezer," He said, "Maybe there's some human hearts behind the haagen-dazs or something." Odessa chuckled silently, admiring the detailed photograph. Her amusement was cut short as she heard the distinctive sound of metal creaking and animalistic growl. She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, making her way to the balcony door. Upon stepping on the concrete balcony, she was greeted by nothing except the wintry breeze and bright lights of passing cars. 

But the distinguishable abrasions indented on the side of the balcony captured her attention, like a bright light illuminating a fracture of a dark room. "Guys, come here." She stepped closer, leaning over the edge to closely inspect the claw marks. "Check this out. I don't know about you guys, but that sure as hell looks like claw marks." The indentured markings were longer than five feet, dragged down until the bottom of the building. Someone obviously was slowing their fall when traveling down this side.Concluding they needed to return back inside, they continued their investigations indoors, but they didn't get much done before they were needed elsewhere.

A deafening crack filled the air, a sound that couldn't have been mistaken for anything else than a gunshot, and the three sprinted towards the doorway. Pushing passed local civilians who looked just as shocked as they were, and traveling as quick as they could down the several staircases, it was no surprise they didn't make it in time to save the man who fired the shot. The man, who'd been a police officer, was discarded behind a large, blue dumpster. His intestines were dangling about, blood and slashed flesh was all Odessa could focus on. Then came the pungent stench of copper that filled her nose. "I'll call 911." Sam said.

Pushing the dumpster off to the side, Dean crouched to view the officer's corpse. "I'd say Kurt's looking more and more like our cujo." He was right, Kurt wasn't doing himself any favors by having claw marks going down his balcony, his stalker-ish tendencies, and his connection with Nate Mulligan. The evidence was directing them to Kurt and no one else. 

Sam spoke urgently, "If he's out here, we better check on Madison." 

<<>>

Odessa spoke with boisterous laughter repeatedly escaping her carmine-stained lips, her wide grin was as glistening as the golden shimmer of her unsheathed whip. She stood across from where Dean reclined his back, his eyes focused only on her. The iconic duo resided outside of Kurt's residence, figures concealed by the abstract shadows. They were distracting each other from the stench of rotting garbage and squeaks of crawling mice. Odessa was concluding her eventful tale of being nearly arrested for trespassing, and she somehow found the entire ordeal hilarious. "So, moral of the story," She said, laughing once more. "Don't trespass on private property, then proceed to flash the police." 

Dean's eyebrows went up, evidently impressed by her reckless behavior, and began laughing alongside her. The night was passing slowly, and there was nothing else to do except keep each other company. There wasn't any activity occurring in Kurt's home, and nothing was happening in or around the alleyway they were at. Odessa was sure something was happening between Madison and Sam as he 'watched over her' for the remainder of the night. Neither her or Dean were idiots, it was obvious Sam was attracted to her. And Odessa knew women, and Madison was definitely attracted to Sam.

Seconds passed when Dean gathered his composure, and ceased his laughter within seconds. There was the slightest trace of an amorous smile as he stared at her, an undescribable intensity blazing in his eyes. For a swift moment, Odessa thought something was wrong, that he saw something she didn't. But he chuckled breathlessly, almost as if she were a breathtaking spectacle no one had the pleasure of seeing in person, and smiled softly. "I love you," Instantly, she could feel her cheeks turn an alarming shade of red. She turned, wavy black hair flaring around her shoulders. "I mean it, seriously. I mean, it's kind of hard not to." 

She was utterly grateful for the overcasting shadows to conceal her flushing cheeks. She would never seem to grow jaded of the Dean Winchester becoming an endearing softie with only her. She'd never seen him behave so affectionate with someone other than her, not even with those he temporarily liked because his intentions were sex. This was a side of Dean she was still attempting to grow accustomed with seeing, especially since they were dating as of now. She smiled, gaze softening when she responded with those four words, "I love you, too—" 

The thunderous sound of glass shattering echoed through the breeze, and the duo's attention snapped in the direction of Kurt's window, the Odessa been standing at merely a day ago. The rock music blaring from the speakers inside his room intensified as they hastily scampered through the complex's doors and up the staircase. Dean hurriedly kicked in the door, his gun raised high, and Odessa followed him with her weapon raised as well. The sound of sloshing filled her ears, the all-too familiar sound of raw meat being consumed messily. 

Odessa froze as the horrendous scene unfolded across from her. There Kurt was, lying motionless while Madison gnawed on his corpse. There were large lacerations spread throughout his chest and stomach, blood seeped through his clothes and was staining his carpet. His throat was sliced open, and his eyes bore into Odessa's as she watched the companion she made days ago devour him. Madison's hair was disheveled chaotically and when snapped her head in their direction, Odessa noticed her crystal-blue eyes. Her teeth were bared at them as she growled viciously.

Madison moved with speed faster than either of them could process, and Odessa was effortlessly hurled towards the balcony, colliding with the concrete and layer of shattered glass. Her gun was no longer in her grasp, and she was certain a shard of glass was embedded in her lower thigh. She heard the altercation between Madison and Dean, and then the vehement thud of Dean being tossed as well. And from the blurry haze, Odessa could see Madison's darting figure become closer and closer before she was unconscious.

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From outside the room and down the hall of Madison's apartment, Odessa could hear the two of them shouting at each other. They were continuously yelling over each other, and Madison was on the brink of hysteria. If the situation were different, she would've pitied Madison, but the situation wasn't different; Madison was the werewolf that'd been killing people. The struggle of climbing the stairs was unbearable, especially since the wound wasn't close to closing on its own. She would need to sew the laceration herself at another time. Dean didn't have a problem with assisting her up the steps, but Odessa was irked with the need of help to walk. She would be fine.

Knocking on the wooden door, Sam hastily unlocked the door and Dean entered inside, Odessa wrapped around his shoulders. The raven-haired Guardian glowered in Madison's direction, unfazed with the tears staining her cheeks. "How you doing? My head feels great, thanks. And my girlfriend can barely walk, so thanks for that, too." Dean settled her on the cushion of the couch before heading to another room to speak with Sam. He pointed to his ear, meaning he wanted her to listen in on the conversation. She nodded wordlessly, clutching her lower thigh gingerly. They began their conversation, and Sam expressed his thoughts of the possibility of Madison being unaware of her shifting, but Dean was adamant on the idea of her lying to Sam.

Odessa ignored Madison's pleading looks, concluding this must've been part of her performance to save her own life. She might've had Sam under the impression she was clueless and terrified, but Odessa wasn't going to succumb to her whimpers and sniffles. Glancing down at the spewing wound, she winced as the sensitive skin around it briefly stung upon contact. She didn't have needle or thread, nor did she have alcohol on her. She doubted Madison was going to direct her to it, so she was going to have to suck it up.

Sam burst through the door. "Madison, when were you mugged," She didn't respond, only continued to glare his way with tears brimming her eyes. "Please, it's important, all right? Just answer the question. She didn't answer immediately. She clenched her jaw as the look of contemplation washed over her features. She sighed softly, responding with a simple 'about a month ago'. "Did you see the guy?" 

Madison replied curtly, "No. He grabbed me from behind." Sam was quick to ask if she was bitten from him. She thought for a brief second, then cocked her head sideways with furrowed brows. "How did you know that," She asked, but none of them answered her question. "O-On the back of my neck." Sam displayed his gun momentarily, and set it on the table, wordlessly explaining he wasn't going to harm her. He walked behind her, then pushed aside her hair and examined her neck.

Dean, too, examined the bite. "Oh, that's just a love bite," He said, "Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?" From their mild expression, Odessa assumed the scar was subtle and hardly noticeable. With the multiple werewolf cases she'd fixed, their scars weren't typically perceptible, and if they were, they were never terrible. Madison shook from their touch, and not from a pleasurable sense. 

"Walking home from a friend's loft." Madison said, seeming to gradually gather her composure. 

"Let me guess," Odessa mused through gritted teeth. "This friend's loft wasn't too far from Hunter's Point?" Madison didn't say anything, only nodded with wide eyes. Shifting her gaze from the pleading woman to Sam's towering figure, Odessa pressed her lips together to silence her winces. She jerked her head, motioning for them to leave the room and speak again. 

They obliged to her demands, and returned to the room they were in minutes before. As Sam spoke, requesting Dean go to Hunter's Point and search for the werewolf, Odessa could discern the distress in his voice. In the short amount of time they grew to know Madison, Sam became fond of the werewolf, whether he liked it or not. She knew Madison liked him as well, she wasn't sure if she liked him now because Sam basically kidnapped her, but they liked each other. This must've been difficult for both of them. As Dean agreed to search for the werewolf and exited the room alongside Sam, Odessa pushed herself to her feet and refrained from wincing. "I'm coming with you," She said. Dean halted, and glimpsed over his shoulder, scoffing in the process. "Don't treat my like a child, I'm fine. It's just a scrape."

Limping over to where Dean stood, she messily tied her hair into a ponytail with a grimace. Dean gave her a pointed look, and she rolled her eyes. "Dean, honestly, I'm fine. Yeah, it hurts like a bitch, but it's nothing I can't handle. I've had worse." Knowing she wasn't asking for permission, Dean gave in and opened the door for her, making sure to steal a glimpse of her ass on the way out.

<<>>

Admiring her handiwork with a needle and thread, Odessa smiled gleefully as the pain in her lower thigh almost diminished entirely. The stinging pain subsided when she and Dean successfully annihilated the werewolf that mugged and transformed Madison, which unexpectedly turned out to be Glenn, Madison's eerie neighbor. "It's sort of sad, actually," Dean said, "Glenn had no clue what was going on. Why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" The three of them were parked outside of Madison's apartment, making sure she was fine and wasn't going to turn.

Sam didn't seem keen on speaking of the subject. "I don't know. He kind of seemed to have a thing for her?" Sam simply said. Odessa frowned with his brusque responses. She knew this was troubling for him, especially with his feelings for her. 

"Maybe his primal instinct did, too." Dean said, pausing for a brief second. "Maybe he was looking for a little hot breeding action." Odessa rolled her eyes, slapping the back of his head with such ferocity, he winced and rubbed his nape soothingly. Sam replied gruffly once again, and Dean didn't seem to be aware of his rude behavior. "So?" He asked with the hint of a smirk.

Sam turned to face him, brows furrowed. "So what?" 

Odessa leaned forward, eyebrow arched and a teasing smile rising. "Speak of Madison, dumbass." She said, laughing softly. "You liked her. Maybe you could—" 

"Essie, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic." 

Odessa frowned, half-shrugging. "You saved her life, all mighty and heroic. Every girl is bound to be attracted to their knight in shining armor." 

"But she doesn't know that." The loud thumping of Madison's knocks on the passenger side's window gathered their attention. They immediately turned their heads towards her, and Odessa smiled widely. 

"You know, for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous," Sam rolled down his window. "What are  you still doing here?" Odessa reclined her back against the seat, thinking back to Sam's melodramatic speech before stealthily departing Madison's apartment. It was something along the lines 'You'll never see my again', and the irony of him sitting outside her house without putting any effort in remaining unseen was quite funny. 

Dean answered for him. "Honestly? We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we got to be one-hundred percent, so, you know, we're...lurking." That definitely could've been worded differently, and definitely less creepy.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy—" 

Madison intervened, "It sure does," She sighed heavily. "Well, if we're gonna wait it out...we might as well do it together." The three of them exited the car and followed her back inside her apartment in silence. She closed the door behind them. "You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did—it was to help me," All Sam could do was look down at her with  adoration, mumbling a simple 'yeah'. "I did all those horrible things...when I turned." Odessa watched them intently, eyes fixated on their intense gazes. It's how she and Dean used to look at each other, back when they were barely realizing they had romantic feelings towards one another. "So when will we know for sure? Moonrise?" 

"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we gotta hang in until sunup." 

Madison nodded softly, barely perceptible, and licked her lips. "Well, looks like we got ourselves a few hours to kill," Dean said, clapping his hands together. "Poker, anyone?"

<<>>

Odessa wasn't sure how things turned out so bad within the span of a couple hours.

Hours prior, sunrise arrived and Madison hadn't transformed, which meant celebratory sex for everyone, more so than others (Odessa was sure she was going to be sore for quite some time) and everything was phenomenal. Deafening knocks filled the midnight atmosphere and wouldn't stop. Face stuffed inside her pillow and enwrapped inside her sheets, Odessa slapped Dean's bare chest repeatedly until he groaned and pushed himself out of bed. It was Sam, breathing heavily and eyes wide, claiming Madison turned. 

When Madison called Odessa's number and explained where she was, she was nearly hysterical and a sobbing mess. The three of them hurriedly rushed to where she was, and they brought her back to her apartment. She didn't say anything until she was perched at the dining table, eyes fixated on her reflection on the glass table. "I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?" She looked at Sam for an answer, which he didn't provide. Sam was seconds from breaking down, with tears brimming his eyes and his hands shaking. Odessa stared at her with sympathy, explaining that there wasn't a definite way to know. "Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" 

Sam intervened before anyone else could speak. "We'll find something. There's got to be some answer—somewhere." 

"That's not entirely true," Dean said, and Odessa closed her eyes tightly, knowing as brutally honest as this was going to be, it was the truth. "Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure," Madison turned to face Sam again, asking if what Dean was saying was true. Sam didn't reply, only scurried out of his seat and moved to the other side of the room. "Well, we could lock you up at night, but, you bust out, and some night you will...someone else dies. I'm sorry. I am." 

Madison sniffled, tears streaming down her face. "So, I guess that's all there is to it, then." 

Sam faced her, movements sharp and precise. "Stop it. Don't talk like that." Dean clutched Odessa's hand, but she wasn't sure if it was to reassure her, or himself.

"Sam, I don't want to hurt anyone else," Madison's voice began to break and waver. "I don't want to hurt you." She hastily stood, grabbed Dean's gun from the table and walked over to where Sam stood. Odessa choked back a sob as she watched the scene unfold, watching as Sam demanded she put that down. "I can't do it myself. I need you to help me," Once again, Sam voiced his thoughts on this, mumbling another 'Madison, no'. "Sam. I'm a monster." 

"You don't have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."

"You tried. I know you tried. This is all there is left," Madison whispered, "Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me." 

Dean released Odessa's hand, and stood beside Madison, taking the gun from her grasp. Sam looked at him briefly, wordlessly, then dashed outside the room. Dean followed after him. Odessa stared at their departing figures, tears also streaming down her face. She had never seen this part of ending someone's life. She was never given the chance to see the consequences of ending innocent lives. Had she killed people like Madison before? People who didn't want this life, but it was thrust upon them without a say? Stepping up to her, Odessa wiped her tears and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm so sorry." Was all she could say before following after them.

"Sam," She heard Dean say. "I'm sorry." 

"No, you're right," Sam said, shedding tears like she'd never seen him before. "She's right." 

"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it." 

"She asked me to." Was all he muttered in response. 

Odessa stepped forward, her breathing hitched. "Doesn't mean you have to." 

Sam nodded, appearing broken and shattered inside. "Yes, I do." He paused for a moment, another tear cascaded down his cheek, and he extended his hand outward. "Please," Dean reluctantly handed him his gun, placing it on his hand. "Just wait here." He trudged out of the kitchen and gave them one last anguished look before entering the room where Madison awaited for her death. 

Odessa stood there, unsure of what to do. She couldn't say anything, and she couldn't just barge in the room, primarily because she didn't want to. This was her best friend, her brother, mercy killing the only girl he'd fallen for in a year. Her heart ached for him, and she wished she could do something for him, for Madison, but she couldn't. She didn't know what to do, so she grabbed Dean's hand, and he swiftly responded, interlacing their fingers together as they both waited for the sound determining Madison's life.

The earsplitting gunshot rang through the air and they both flinched in response.

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