"No, you didn't interrupt something—and this is definitely not what you think," Henry said.
Madison quickly stood up and moved off him.
Dean looked between them—the broken TV, the scattered furniture, Henry getting up from the floor—and a slow smile spread across his face.
"Oh," Dean said, amused. "I definitely think I know what this looks like."
Henry stood up slowly. One glance at Dean's expression was enough—Dean clearly thought something very different had happened here.
Explaining that Madison had just tried to rip his face off was not something Henry was going to say out loud right now.
He walked over, bent down, and picked up his knife from the floor.
"So," Henry said casually as he slid the blade back into his jacket, "did you two finish him?"
Dean leaned against the doorframe, still looking around the wrecked living room.
"Nope," he said. "Guy ran."
Sam stepped further inside, his eyes moving across the broken TV and the claw marks in the floor before looking at Henry.
"We lost him in the alley," Sam added. "Fast. Strong. Definitely our wolf."
Dean crossed his arms and glanced again at Henry and Madison.
"Looks like you two had your own little situation going on here."
"Dean, can you please look at the wolf we're dealing with, not this mess," Henry said.
Dean walked further into the apartment, the grin on his face still firmly in place.
"So," Dean said, glancing between them, "who made the first move—and what exactly happened to the room?"
"It was just a minor accident," Henry said calmly. "I slipped on oil and… this happened."
Dean looked around the wrecked living room again—the broken TV, the overturned furniture.
He clearly didn't believe a word of it.
But after a moment he just shrugged and let it go.
"Sure," Dean said. "Oil."
Madison looked between the three of them, her confusion growing.
"Umm… what do you mean by wolf?" she asked. "You've been saying that since you got here."
Sam glanced at Dean.
"We should probably tell her," Sam said quietly. "Glen might come back, and if that happens she needs to know what she's dealing with."
Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, because that always works great," he said. "Every time we tell someone the truth, we end up sounding like a couple of lunatics."
"Umm… she's already looking at us like we're lunatics," Henry said.
Madison stared at them.
"…You think?"
Sam sighed and stepped forward.
"Madison," Sam said carefully, "the thing that killed your boss… it wasn't just some animal."
"It was a werewolf," Henry said.
"Werewolf?" Madison looked at the three of them.
Dean saw the expression immediately—the same one he had seen a hundred times before. The "these guys are insane" look.
Henry didn't stop.
"I know it sounds strange," he continued, "but your neighbor is a werewolf. He probably killed your boss, and there's a good chance you're his next target."
Madison stared at them for a long moment.
"Umm… okay…" she said slowly.
Then she took a careful step backward, her eyes moving from Sam… to Dean… to Henry.
Now she looked completely creeped out.
"Can I just say I suddenly have some work to do… and maybe you three should leave?" Madison said nervously.
Before anyone could answer, a loud crash exploded from the bedroom.
Glass shattered.
Dean and Sam reacted instantly, both pulling their guns and rushing toward the sound. They kicked the bedroom door open and swept the room with their weapons.
Empty.
For half a second nothing moved.
Then something dropped from the ceiling.
A dark figure slammed directly into Dean, knocking the shotgun out of his hands and sending him crashing into the wall.
Sam turned to fire, but the creature moved first—Glen, half-transformed, his eyes wild and teeth bared. With a swipe of his arm he hit Sam hard enough to throw him out of the doorway and into the hallway.
Glen stepped out of the bedroom.
Madison stood in the living room, frozen.
"Umm… Glen?" she said weakly, taking a step back.
Glen's face twisted. His jaw stretched, teeth sharpening as a deep growl rumbled from his chest.
"That's not Glen," Henry said, gripping his knife tightly while grabbing a heavy vase from the table with his other hand.
Glen's eyes locked on Madison hiding behind Henry. The growl deepened, anger replacing the hunger as he launched forward.
This time Henry was ready.
As Glen lunged, Henry stepped into him and smashed the vase straight into his face. The glass exploded on impact, staggering the werewolf just enough.
Henry didn't hesitate.
He drove the knife forward with all his strength, the blade plunging straight into Glen's chest and piercing the heart.
The werewolf froze.
Blood spilled down the blade as Glen staggered backward, his strength collapsing in seconds.
"AHHH!" Madison screamed, stumbling backward in shock.
Behind them, Dean pushed himself off the floor while Sam rushed back into the room, both staring at the scene as Glen's body dropped heavily to the ground.
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