As Dean drove to their lead, since Angel was too out of it to drive, she wondered about the man she saw. Who was he? Or, perhaps, what? She tried to remember him. She thought back to the glimpse she caught of him before he disappeared.

Black overcoat. Dark brown hair gelled back. Broad shoulders. Around six foot two. His shoes were dark brown, possibly suede, but it was hard to tell. She couldn't see his face, except a glint of his left blue eye.

They soon arrived, Dean putting the car in park. They walked into the strip club, Angel repeatedly reminding herself that she had a girlfriend. She couldn't look for long; staring at a girl like that for more than ten seconds is practically cheating.

And there Kurt sat, watching the strippers, seeming to enjoy himself. Angel spoke up. "So we're just gonna stalk Kurt till he goes Fangface?"

"Pretty much."

A hot redhead strolled past Angel wearing what was barely allowed to be called a bikini, and she was under a lot of duress; first of all, Dean didn't know about her being bisexual and she hoped he wouldn't find out, and second of all, she had a girlfriend and therefore must not look. It annoyed her how beautiful people were.

Dean noticed her discomfort. "Does being in here make you uncomfortable?" He asked.

She glanced at him. "No. No."

He could tell something was up but decided not to push it. They sat a few seats away from Kurt, the two of them finding themselves distracted by the scantily clad women working their magic on the poles. While Dean called his brother, Angel tried to distract herself from all of these strippers. It was honestly difficult not to look; they were just throwing themselves at the people walking in. It was completely intoxicating.

Moments later, a scruffy looking man with thick stubble sat two seats away from her. "What's a girl doing in here?" He asked rather provocatively.

She glanced at him, slightly anxious for some reason. "I don't think that's any of your business."

His next words sent a chill throughout her body and her heart jumped into her throat. "You're not one of them fags, are you?"

She clenched her fist, but before she could say anything, Dean leapt to her defence. "Hey, why don't you leave her alone, alright?"

"Well, she better not be one of those queers. I've had it with them flaunting their lifestyles everywhere, letting everyone know they're going to hell."

Angel finally snapped. "I really doubt you're going to heaven with a mouth like that."

"Excuse you?"

"You heard me. I'm so sick and tired of self-righteous pricks like you telling me that members of the LGBT community are damned to hell for loving someone. How, in any way, is love damnable, and hatred a 'heavenly act'? You can preach about how two people of the same sex loving each other is against your religion, but that does not give you the right to stand in their way. I mean, you wanna talk about forcing others to live your lifestyle? Fine. I'm on a diet; therefore you can't eat anything sugary. I'm a recovering alcoholic; therefore you can't drink booze. I don't like sports; therefore you can't watch football. And I swear to god, if your argument against gay marriage is 'it's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve', then you need to Adam and leave. 'Cause I'm sure as hell not going anywhere."

Both the man and Dean looked surprised at her sudden outburst. "You queer bitch," the man spat. "You're gonna burn, nigger." With that, he got up and left.

Angel's heart pounded in her chest. She'd never gotten that worked up over anything before. She took a quick glance at Dean, who remained silent. They both sat quietly, trying to think of something to say. Dean cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"So-"

"That was nothing," she cut him off. "I mean, I get worked up over these things, it's just a bad habit, I feel very strongly about a lot of things like I'm pretty stubborn about my opinions and stuff, y'know?" She chuckled nervously, playing it off like she was completely heterosexual.

Dean clearly wasn't buying it. "Are you... are you a... lesbian?"

She knew she wasn't winning this argument. She sighed deeply. "Bi, actually. I didn't wanna say anything, I mean, I wasn't sure how cool you were with the whole... gay thing. Not a lot of people are... y'know?" She looked down at her hands, biting her lip, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Trust me, I'm cool with it." Angel looked over to him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. I hunt monsters, and you being bi definitely doesn't make you one of them."

She smiled at that. "Thanks. I... I gotta say, I've lost a lot of friends when I came out to them."

"Then they weren't your friends. Otherwise, they would've supported you for who you are."

She saw his point. "Guess you're right. I'm just glad my parents are cool with it. Coming out to my friends was tricky enough, but my parents? I was terrified." She smiled. "God, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

"Well, I'm glad. Personally, I don't know what it's like to be in your shoes, but I imagine it is pretty difficult. I mean... there should be more support for these things."

"Yeah. Then there's the morons who think bisexuality doesn't exist. Like, I'm sorry you're still living in the Stone Age, but it's not our fault you're not caught up on these things."

"There are actually people who think bisexuality doesn't exist?"

She nodded. "Yep."

Dean shook his head in disappointment. "That's what's wrong with America, I'm telling you."

"Exactly. People are so stupid." There was a moment of silence before Angel spoke again. "I'm glad we've had this talk."

Dean looked to her and grinned. "Yeah, me too."

She glanced past him to Kurt, who had just given one of the strippers a dollar and was about to leave. "Hey, Fangface is about to split."

He turned to see where she was looking, seeing him slip his jacket back on, heading for the door. They followed, getting in Angel's car and tailing him back to his place. They waited outside, standing beneath the window. Dean handed Angel a silver knife, while he had a gun in hand. Angel decided they needed to keep up a conversation. "So... what've you been up to these past three months?"

"Nothing much. Just... hunting. You?"

"I've been hunting myself, actually. Same old, same old. Y'know, for a psychic, I live a pretty boring life."

Dean grinned faintly. "Well, you live pretty much a regular life. Me and Sam, we go from motel to motel, living off diner food. You have it good from the looks of it."

She thought back to the last thing Rachel said before she left. Again. "I hope that this time, you never come back!" She shook the thought off. "Yeah. Living the dream."

A light turned on in the house. As Dean was readying his gun, there was a sound of glass shattering. They both looked up to see the lights were off, and the window was broken. They ran into the house, and upon entering one of the rooms, they were met with a shocking sight. There was a woman over Kurt's mangled body. She turned to look at them; it was Madison.

Her eyes were electric blue, her teeth were now bloody fangs, and she had long, gnarly claws. She let out a growl, pushing Dean against a wall. Angel psychically threw Madison across the room. The werewolf ran after her, scratching the right side of her face, pushing her against the wall causing her to hit her head with great force. Angel cut her arm with the silver knife, and she growled in pain before taking off out the window, leaving Angel and Dean unconscious.

~

Angel awoke to the sound of Dean's voice, slightly muffled past the faint high pitched noise ringing in her ears. Dean stood over her, phone to his ear, probably talking to Sam. She put a hand to her cheek where Madison scratched her, her fingers covered in blood when she looked at them. "I can't believe she freaking scratched me," she murmured.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Yeah. You talking to Sam?"

"Yeah, why?"

She took the phone. "Sam, it's Angel. Dean told you it was Madison right?"

"Yeah, but I don't believe him. She's been here all night."

"Check her right arm, below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife."

Rather abruptly, Sam hung up. Angel handed Dean back his phone. "Yeah, thanks," he spoke with a sarcastic undertone. He helped her up, and she quickly realized how hard she hit her head. "You sure you're okay?" Dean asked.

"Fine, Dean. She just scratched me a little, that's all."

"More than a little. Come on, we gotta go."

They went to where Angel's car was--or where it should have been. "Um... where's my car?" She asked a bit panicked. She looked around, not seeing it anywhere. "Where the hell is my car?"

Dean put a hand on her shoulder. "Um, Angel-"

"Don't touch me, I am not okay."

Dean removed his hand. "Okay. Well, we should start walking. Madison's apartment isn't that far from here."

Angel sighed deeply, walking with Dean to Madison's apartment. Once they got there, Dean knocked on the door. Sam soon opened it, and when they walked in they saw Madison tied to a chair. "How you doin'?" Dean greeted snarkily. "Yeah, we feel great, thanks."

"We've gotta talk." Sam took Dean and Angel to another room. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

"She's lying," Dean replied curtly.

"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe – maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk," Angel suggested. "Oh yeah, I'm bi, just... to clue you in." She looked away awkwardly, blushing darkly.

Sam wasn't expecting this but went along with it anyway. "O-okay. But yeah, that's the gist of it."

"Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend, that doesn't sound rash and unconscious," Dean argued.

"Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop too."

"What are you, the dog whisperer now?"

"Look, man, I just... I don't know. There was something in her eyes."

"Yeah, she's killing people!"

Angel decided to interject. "Um... actually, her aura is, um, very... peaceful, for lack of better word. She isn't hostile. But then when I saw, y'know, werewolf-Madison, it was... a lot different. Dark and cold, like she was... well, to be frank, a monster. It was almost as if... Madison and the werewolf part of her are two completely separate creatures."

"See, Dean? Maybe that's a sign that she doesn't know what she's doing. I mean, if she has no control over it-"

"Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything."

"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening."

Dean gave his brother an incredulous look. "Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?"

"Maybe I understand her." Angel didn't understand his choice of words but thought it better not to ask questions. Not yet anyway. "Look, there might be another way of getting the job done without having to waste her." He went through a bag, finding a leather-bound journal. He started flipping through pages.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Dean asked.

"Dad's theory. 'Lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline.'"

"Might have a cure. Meaning 'who the hell knows'."

"It's worth a shot."

Angel nodded. "I'm with Sam."

"We don't even know where to start looking, alright? I mean, the puppy that bit her, could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."

"Well, maybe I could get a reading from her. Maybe I can figure out who bit her. I've never tried, but there's a first time for everything, right?"

Sam seemed to have figured something out. "I don't think we need to." He went back out to the living room where Madison was, Dean and Angel behind him. "Madison, when were you mugged?" She remained silent, just staring at him. "Please. It's important, alright? Just answer the question."

She soon talked. "About a month ago."

"Did you see the guy?"

"No. He grabbed me from behind."

"Did he bite you?"

She seemed surprised by him knowing that. "How did you know that?"

"Where?"

"On - on the back of my neck." Sam slowly set his gun down, going behind her to see the bite mark. Brushing away her hair, he saw the scar the size of a golf ball.

"Oh, that's just a love bite," Dean commented. "Believe me, that could've been a lot worse."

"Where were you at the time?" Angel asked.

"Walking home from a friend's loft."

"Let me guess, not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam asked. She nodded.

They went back into the other room. "The same place where all those other murders happened," Sam pointed out. "I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight," Dean argued.

"It's the right time of the lunar cycle," Angel added.

"Exactly. Look, I know it's a long shot."

"Hey, you're forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, alright? We can't just let her take off to an all you can eat buffet."

"I'll stay with her."

"And if she busts loose?" There was no response from him. "Sam?"

"I'll do it." He murmured.

"Sam."

"I'll shoot her, alright?" He looked and sounded emotional. He really seemed to care for this girl. "But Dean, I need you to go out there. At least look for the thing. Dean, please. We can save this girl."

After a beat, Dean replied. "Fine." He looked to Angel. "You coming?"

The sudden emotion had silenced her. "Absolutely."

They went out to Dean's car, Angel about to enter the passenger side. Something stopped her. She looked across the street, seeing the man again. They made eye contact for a total of three seconds before a car passed by, and suddenly the man had vanished as quickly as he arrived.

(A/N: I went back and fixed a plot hole/sin. *ding* if you got a notification saying this chapter was updated then that's why)