Disclaimers: Duh, they ain't mine, no money made, don't sue (cause it ain't worth the pocket lint).
Summary: Sam plays the part of a chew toy for some really nasty critters.
A/N: I was requested to a werewolf fic, so I'm attempting to do that, but with my own little twist. Slightly AU, b/c I don't intend to write in this particular reality again.
That Time of the Month
Prologue
Sam turns furry once a month now. Dean is a little bothered by that fact, and their hunting has taken a slightly twisted turn. There has been an adjustment that both have had to make, and that has placed strain on both. They used to just hunt the monsters, but now that Sam has become one of that which they used to hunt, the dynamics have changed through necessity. They used to hunt the monsters by instinct with a little help from their father, but now Sam can sense the others sometimes, which freaks Dean out to no end.
Ah, but I forget. We've been, ah, 'out of touch', shall we say, for quite a few months now. Perhaps we had best go to the very beginning...
A/N (again): Just wanted to get this piece out, not sure how soon there will be updates tho, RL is a bitch.