A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry I've been gone these past few days. At first, it was because I got caught up in rewriting/editing a  book of mine for querying. Then my copy of Reckless got delivered so I had to read that, but got busy so had to take today off to read it. I'm still reeling from it, so...Anyway, sorry, I'm back now.

All Dogs Go To Heaven

As we suspected, the kids were up when we got back. Dean and I flipped a coin. He won, but let me get a few minutes rest. He took the kids and Lady out for a walk to the park while I spent my time showering.

I just finished getting dressed when they got back. 

"Hey, baby." Dean pressed a kiss to my lips, handing me a flower. "I may or may not have nicked it from the flower shop in town."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"Mama, here." Wyatt held a flower out to me, smiling. 

"Aww, thank you." I took the flower while lifting Eli into my arms. "What a little gentleman."

"Hate to break it to you, but we have to go." Dean told me.

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"I'd say it isn't Cal."  Dean stated as we walked away from the body that was being zipped into the black bag and loaded into the van.

"Masterful deduction, Sherlock." Sam said. 

"I mean, a werewolf attack in daylight? This whole thing is just weird." Dean continued.

"Unless it isn't a werewolf." I suggested. 

"Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria." Sam said. "Either way, this means we're down to one suspect. You know that, right?"

"I know." Dean nodded his head.

"I mean, Mandy is right at the deep end of the vic pool." Sam continued.  "Can you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Shove her in the trunk, serve her up to Crowley." 

Dean just stared at him for a moment. "Yeah, Sam. I can do it."

Sam walked off.

"You've been...chill lately." Dean commented, hand on my waist.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's just...I've seen you at your worst when you're itching for a hit of whatever it is your craving...you're not. I mean, you're not irritable, you're not jumpy or--" Dean began.

"I'm good." I assured him.

I wasn't. I was all of those things. I was also finding vials of blood tucked in my bag...

As much as I hated myself for it, I couldn't help myself.

"Well, good. I'm glad you're feeling better." Dean kissed my head. 

I hated myself for lying to him.

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We found Mandi walking her dog down the street outside of her house.

"Ma'am." Dean greeted as we moved closer, his hand on my waist.

"Agents." Mandy replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Nobody called you?"

"Called me about what?"

"About...About your boyfriend. Cal? He...I'm sorry, but he was found dead this morning." I told her.

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We sat at Mandy's kitchen table. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe it." She said. 

"I'm really very sorry." Dean told her, hand on my knee under the table.

Every touch made me feel even worse, every loving glance or press of his lips made me feel like a horrible person.

"Ma'am, I know this isn't the best time, but we'd like you to come with us." Sam told her. 

"Why?" Mandy asked. "You think I had something to do with this? With Cal?"

"Of course not." I said.

"We just have a few questions." Dean added. "I's and T's, mostly."

"I, uh...Could we do it later?" Mandy ran a hand through her hair.

"I'm afraid not." Sam said.

"Oh." Mandy said. "My kid has the flu. And he was up all night, so--"

"Well, is there a neighbor who can watch him while you're gone?" Sam asked, prompting me to stomp on his foot.

"I'm sorry, you said your boy was up all night?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah." Mandy nodded her head.

"And were you with him all night?"

"Uh, well, I had half-an-hour of sleep maybe."

"Can I talk to your son?" 

"Why?"

"Yeah, what difference does it make, Agent Holt?" Sam asked.

"A big one." I stated. 

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"Well, it wasn't her." Dean stated as we walked toward the car.

"I knew it wasn't. I just had a feeling." I said.

Sam scoffed. "You don't know that."

"She's got an alibi." Dean pointed out. "Speaking of, I think Eve and Robbie are coming down with a cold."

"Or worse, the flu." I sighed.

"She's lying." Sam said.

"You heard the kid. She's not lying." Dean insisted.

"Fine. She still had time to wolf out." Sam said. "Last werewolf was in bed with me, and she wolfed out."

"Dude, that is totally different." I pointed out.

"Don't make this personal." Dean told him. "Look, all I'm saying is between this and the daylight attacks, something's not adding up. I'm not just gonna hand her over to Crowley until we figure out what, understand?"

"Okay, okay, I understand. How about you check out Cal's crime scene, see if we're missing anything." Sam suggested. "I'm come back and keep an eye on Amanda."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. How about you go, I'll stay?"

"Dean, I still know how to do my job." Sam scoffed. "I'm just gonna watch her, that's all. Trust me." 

I waited until Sam got into the car before turning to Dean. "I'll call Millie. She'll come sit with him, play babysitter."

"Oh, yeah, like that's trustworthy. They'll end up banging and not doing their job."

"Dean, baby, you think Sam couldn't make the same argument about us?"

"Okay, in our defense, if we were on the job, we stuck to oral so we had a better chance of keeping an eye out."

"That's your defense?"

"....Yes."

"It's a crappy one."

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"You picked a good one, Saige. Watching you in this life you made for yourself...I'm proud of you, honey." Dad told me as we sat on the couch, watching Dean across the room as he held Eli in one arm while setting a bowl of soup in front of Evie, then one in front of Wyatt.

"What happened to 'you should be careful with that one, Saige. I don't want you to get hurt, Saige. I love him like a son, but he--'" I began.

"I was hesitant. Sue me. It's my job as your father." Dad nudged my arm as I bounced Rory on my knee. "He'll do the same for his daughters."

"We had that conversation. He said no boys, he'll kill them all." I sighed.

"I said that too, but when you watch your daughter care so much about that guy--when he treats her right in return--you can't bring yourself to hurt him....You can intimidate the hell out of him though, scare him a little." Dad chuckled.

"Yeah, you did a fine job. He's definitely intimidated."

"Good."

I handed Rory over to Dad before I stood, crossing the room to grab a beer when a phone rang.

"Hey, you still got my phone?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it's in my back pocket." I held a beer out to him.

Dean just looked at me for a second. "Can I--Can I have it?"

I rolled my eyes, pulling the phone from my jeans and handing it over. "Like you haven't had your hands in my pockets before." I muttered. "You've had them worse places."

"Si." Dean hissed, glancing over his shoulder at my dad. "Stop that."

Dean flipped the phone open, lifting Evie out of her seat to sit down, then he placed her on his knee. "Hey."

"Hey, it's me." Sam said. 

I opted for the chair beside Dean instead of sitting on his lap. I'm pretty sure that would've given him a heart attack. 

"Well, we got bupkis here." Dean told him.

"Well, I definitely got something. It ain't a werewolf, for one." Sam stated. 

"You were right, baby." Dean nudged my knee. "Yeah? So what is it?"

"Skinwalker." Sam told us. 

"A skinwalker? As in--?"

"As in, the family dog seriously needs a neuter." 

Dean glanced at Lady, who sat patiently by the table for food. "Wow. Haven't heard of a skinwalker in years. I'm a little rusty on the profile." He flipped open his dad's journal.

"You and me both. I just got the lowdown from Bobby." Sam explained. "They can change anywhere, anytime. Skinwalkers infect you with a single bite. Otherwise, they're basically a werewolf cousin. Silver will drop them. They chow hearts like Snausages."

"You catch him?" I asked. 

"Not exactly, but I have an idea where he might be."

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The next morning before we head out to the vet, I stood in the shower and stared at the vial in hand. Another appeared in my bag. I'm not sure how, but it was there. 

I stare at the crimson liquid inside. 

I heard the bathroom door creak open. It was still early. I was the only one awake last I checked. "Baby? You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." I spit out, caught between downing it and pouring it down the drain.

I heard the door click shut, then the rustling of him undressing.

I panicked, tilted the vial back and downed the monster blood. A chill ran through me as I set the vial on the small shelf by my razor. I told myself it was because I couldn't afford for him to see the red on the floor if it didn't wash away in time.

The shower curtain slid back a little. His hands brushed up my sides as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "Good morning."

I swallowed. I was a horrible person. This was betrayal, wasn't it?

He deserved better than this, than me.

"Honey?" Dean asked. "You okay?"

I sighed, melting back into him. "I'm alright."

"Want me to make you feel better than alright?" Dean brushed his hands over my sides to my stomach and then upwards, pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Dean." I said softly, hating that every touch felt like a lie. "I'm...I'm not really in the mood right now."

"That's alright." Dean reached up to brush my hair over my shoulder. "Let me take care of you, hmm?" He ran his fingers through my wet hair, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

Tears stung my eyes, threatening to fall at the gesture. One fell.

"Hey, hey, hey." Dean turned me to face him. "Hey, baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tear.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, shaking my head. 

"For what? You got nothing to be sorry about. It's okay if you don't--"

"No, it's not that." I told him, tracing my fingers over his chest. "It's...I lied to you. I don't know how or why but...monster blood keeps appearing and I've...I can't stop. I hate it. Please, Dean, just fix it."

"Baby, I wish I could." Dean told me, voice quiet, almost lost in the soft patter of the shower. He pulled me into his arms. "I can't stop you from wanting it. I can't take this away from you. I wish I could. I'm sorry."

"I just wish you could fix me." I whispered, knowing full-well that it wasn't up to him to change me. I was the only one who could do that.

"You don't need to be fixed." Dean rubbed my back. "Sweetheart, it's okay. We'll get through this."

_____

"Hi, Lucky." Dean greeted as we neared the cage in the back room of the veterinary office.  "Bad dog." He knelt down, dropping the duffle beside him. "First things first." He reached for the gun in the waistband of his jeans. He pulled out his gun, removing the clip to show the silver bullets off. "See this? This is silver. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Sam tossed a baseball back and forth in his hands as Dean reached into the duffle. "Okay, time to go." He said. "Now, we can do this the easy way." Dean held up an outfit. "Or the hard way." He held up silver chains.

Sam laughed, earning a look. "What? Soul or not, that's funny."