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Dean pulled at his new shirt. It was an old black shirt that the one guy (Bruce was it?) gave to him. The people who had found him in the forest had brought him to a tower and cleaned his wound; they even offered to let him stay there. The werewolf was currently sitting on a very comfortable couch somewhere in the huge tower. Dean had a soft smile on his face, they were all so nice to him and they didn't even know him. The only other person who had cleaned his wounds had been his father. Dean's smile quickly fell and his lip trembled; Dean did not have a father. Tears sprouted in his eyes as the hunter tried desperately to hold them back. He refused to cry but the way that John had looked at him, like he was some kind of monster…
The tears fell silently from Dean's eyes. Dean was a monster, he was scum, he deserved to die.
"Hey, Dean," A soft voice said from behind the couch.
Dean quickly wiped his eyes and looked up to see the big blonde guy. The hunter racked his brain for a name, "Steve, right?"
Steve nodded and motioned towards the other side of the couch, "Can I sit with you?"
"Uh, yeah," Dean looked at the floor like a kid that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Steve smiled softly and sat on the other side of the couch, there was enough room between them to have a car parked. Dean wasn't sure if Steve had seen him crying but he silently prayed that he wouldn't mention it; it was too soon to talk about John.
"So where are you from?" Steve questioned softly, he was just trying to start light conversation.
"I travel around a lot," Dean shrugged, he wasn't really entirely sure if he could trust Steve or anyone here, but he really wanted to.
Steve nodded, "Do you have any family?"
Dean's throat closed and he looked at his feet, it's a shame he couldn't grab his boots before… "No," Dean answered with a shake in his voice.
"Oh," Steve answered sadly.
"Cap, why are you harassing our guest?" Dean watched as Tony walked in, shooting glares at Steve.
"I wasn't harassing! I was just wondering where he came from," Steve nodded his head in a so-there way.
"Whatever," Tony stuck his tongue out at the blonde then turned to Dean, "So, how did you get so strong?"
Dean flushed, "Must have been the adrenaline or something," he answered with a shrug.
"Right," Tony narrowed his eyes at the werewolf.
"Look, I really appreciate the offer to stay here but," Dean stood up and looked from Steve to Tony, "I really don't belong here."
"Nonsense," Tony waved off the statement, "You are going to stay here until you're all better."
And with that Tony left the room. Dean looked at Steve who just shrugged.
Dean slowly walked through the hallway, trying to take everything in. The tower seemed more technologically advanced then anything Dean had ever seen. He wondered exactly who these strangers were who took him in. He knew their names (Bruce, Tony, Steve, Natasha, and Clint) but that was it. Dean made his way back to his room that Tony had given him; questions were still bumbling around in his head. It was starting to get dark and no one was to be found. Tony had said a simple 'Duty calls' when Dean had seen them all run out the door, but that was about four hours ago. Dean looked out the window that was in the hallway, the sun was just beginning to dip below the earth. Dean suddenly began to hyperventilate, how was he going to change?
The need to run got heavier and heavier in his mind until he just couldn't take it. The tower was big enough for a full grown werewolf to run through right? Besides it was way too risky for him to run outside; what with the people, and not even knowing where the nearest park would be, and John… That settled it, he needed the change now. He listened hard, listening for any sign of another person on the floor but he heard nothing. He stripped himself of his clothes and fell to the ground, trying to encourage his bones to move. They did; getting longer and bigger to the point where they would pop out of his skin. His fur began to grow, covering his body in a dirty blonde blanket. The change was over in a couple of seconds but it always felt longer to Dean.
With a grin he took off the long hallway, the air whipping past his face. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he pushed himself to run faster. The werewolf turned sharply, running down another hall. It was exhilarating to be running so fast and not to have to worry about being caught. The wolf suddenly slipped and fell on his side; his velocity kept him going and slid him across the floor. Dean barked out a laugh as he picked himself up and started running again. He lapped the floor in a square about twenty times before he finally, lazily, began to trot back to his room.
A click caught his attention. Dean picked up his ears and turned slowly towards the noise. There, coming out of the elevator, was the team. Fuck, Dean thought as their eyes met. Dean noticed the guns in Natasha's hands, cocked and ready to fire, and suddenly Dean was back in the forest, being cornered by his father.
"You are a monster!" John's voice screamed in his head.
Dean turned to run but he lost his footing, falling to the floor with a loud THUD. The werewolf just lay there, whimpering.
Dean was sitting on the couch; he had enough time to grab his sweatpants before Steve had grabbed his and threw him onto the couch, demanding an explanation. The team stood in front of the couch, waiting for Dean to say something, Dean refused to meet anyone's eyes as he studied the floor.
"What the hell are you?" That was Tony's voice, he sounded not mad, more like surprised.
"Uh… I'm a…" Dean tried to swallow the lump in his throat, "I'm a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Bruce questioned, sounding shocked.
"There are things out there," Dean began; the whole thing seemed far too familiar, "The things that go bump in the night, the creatures from horror stories, monsters, they are all real."
No one said anything for a good five minutes.
"So werewolves are…" Tony trailed off.
"Real," Dean finished with a nod.
"Ghosts?" Steve asked.
"Real," Dean answered again.
"Vampires?" Clint questioned.
"Ghouls?" Bruce added.
"Demons?" Natasha asked.
"Real, real, and real," Dean confirmed, "There are people out there that hunt these creatures, the evil ones that kill people."
"Are you one of those people?" Steve asked with curiosity.
"I used to be, and then about a month ago I was bitten by a werewolf in Tennessee," Dean shuddered with the memory, "The son of a bitch snuck up on me. My dad was with me at the time but I was able to hide the bite from him, at least I was until last week."
"Your father is the one that shot you." Bruce stated and Dean nodded slowly.
"It's not his fault though," Dean's head fell into his hands, "I am a monster, I am evil. I deserve to die."
The room got dead quiet.
"Have you hurt anyone?" Bruce asked.
"No," Dean said through his hands.
"Have you killed or attacked anyone?" Bruce stepped forward and sat down next to Dean.
"God, no!" Dean shook his head furiously, "I would never…"
"Then what's the problem?" Bruce asked, placing a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder, "I don't know you very well, but I do know a good guy when I see one. I know that you would never hurt anyone. And just because you're different doesn't mean that you're a monster. Just because you have this hidden beast inside you doesn't mean that you can't help people. You can't just give up, Dean, you have to keep fighting."
Dean looked up slowly at the doctor and smiled softly. "Thanks doc," The werewolf said.
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