CROSSOVER TIME FANFICTIONERS! First one ever, I hope it doesn't suck ass. I actually don't watch Teen Wolf, I'm too busy catching up with Supernatural, so if anything is wrong, please correct me, because I know nothing about it. I know, kinda stupid of me to write this, but this bunny has been getting on my nerves, and even though I'm generally easy-going, it's pissing me off. Better to be pissed off than on, but whatever. However, my friend is a big fan and loves Derek, so I know the most about him, which is on the better side of NOTHING. But I shall try. I've heard of Stiles and Sterek, so he will be mentioned, but sorry people, no Sterek. But I'll create a new ship. Ever heard of Serek? That's right, Samuel Winchester and Derek Hale. Someone throw flowers at me.
Anyway, flames are welcome here! Flamers hate away! I'm the most insensitive person you will ever not meet, so your insults will mean absolutely nothing to me, but I will print them out and hang them on my bedroom wall. Constructive criticism is something I dearly hate because it is not one of my strong suits. Fire away, flame throwers are usually best for these sorts of things.
On with the whole idea: What if Sam and Dean go to the famed Beacon Hills? They try to kill Derek (he IS a werewolf) and he bites Sam in self-defense (obviously he will be in Wolf Format for this part). However, in doing so he accidentally turns Sam. AND EVENTUALLY THEY BECOME A LOVING COUPLE! This will have multiple chapters, so you all will hate me because of my horribleness at updating and stuff. And this will be set in SPN Season 1 somewhere and, uh, whatever TW Season you deem fit. *waves all you angry people away* Oh well, enjoy the show!
By the way, I used Wikipedia for this story, and other sites that had Teen Wolf info. I HATE Wikipedia, so be grateful. Also, I have no idea what Derek is like, so if he's OOC, deal with it. It's easier to mold people to your will than try to make what will happen probable. I picture him as a badass, elusive, and quiet sort of guy. Correct me and I'll correct the story.
Sam spluttered to life as a cup of water was dumped on his face. He shot up, grabbing his dagger from under his pillow, blindly waving it around, hoping to catch his attacker.
"Whoa, Sammy! It's me, Dean!" a familiar voice called, laughter an undertone to the sentences. Sam wiped the water from his eyes to see his older brother nearly doubled over with laughter. "You look like a wet, angry puppy!"
"Bite me," Sam grumbled, shaking his head just like said animal, causing Dean's laughter to increase. Just as quickly as Sam's awakening, Dean became serious.
"Why do you sleep with a knife? Is it a kinky thing?" he asked. Sam irritatedly lifted a certain finger as Dean sat down at the small table in their motel room, chuckling. "Go get ready, princess, I've found a case, because I decided not to be selfish and sleep while I'm supposed to be looking for a case." Sam ignored his brother's teasing and grabbed some clean clothes, heading to the bathroom to get ready.
By the time he got out, Dean had already packed his stuff and loaded it into the Impala. He was leaning against the open doorway, letting the hot sun and cool breeze into the room.
"Let's go, Samantha. I've been waiting for hours!" Dean whined. Sam sighed, quickly packing up and loading his stuff into the Impala. The brothers slid into the sleek black car, and Dean listened to her engine ignite, smiling at the comforting sound, memories of her lulling him and Sammy off to sleep, or comforting them when they are scared with the simple sound of his engine flashing before his eyes in a millisecond. He grinned at Sam, and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the road.
"So, what's the case?" Sam asked, turning to Dean.
"Werewolves in Beacon Hills, California. Bobby had one of his hunting friends killed by one. Said from what the guy gathered there was a whole pack of 'em. But, dude, California. Beach babes, Sam," Dean explained. "I can't wait." Sam chuckled, sighing at Dean as he looked at a map for the quickest route there from the town whose name escaped him, Michigan.
"Oh yeah, I'm real excited, man," Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. "Can't wait."
"I hate the woods," Dean growled, flicking yet another branch out of his way. Sam sighed quietly. Dean was being fairly noisy, which meant the werewolf they were tailing could probably hear them.
"Dean, keep it down. He'll hear you," Sam hissed, listening for any sign the werewolf was near and ready to attack. Dean shook his head, but quieted down significantly. Bugs were flitting through the trees, and grasshoppers chirped, having conversations with one another as Sam and Dean pushed further into the woods. Sam flicked his flashlight around, quickly taking in his surroundings. They'd decided to separate, just in case this specific werewolf went to get more to gang up on the hunters. They didn't want both to be incapacitated, and Sam insisted he could take care of himself. Dean sighed, keeping one eye on his surroundings, and one eye on Sam's shadow. He was worried about him, with Jessica's death so recent. He seemed to be doing okay, but Dean worried too much for his own good.
He never saw the werewolf sneak up behind him and give him a good slap to the back of his head, knocking him out quickly.
Scott sat next to Derek and watched as Jackson knocked out the older and more muscular hunter. He made him swear not to really hurt them, only get them off their trail. The thump, although quiet, was enough to get the younger one on guard. A gunshot rang out, and Scott felt a bullet graze his shoulder. He howled unintentionally, alerting the guy to their position. Derek growled, silently circling around the young hunter. He liked what he saw. He was at least four inches taller than him, with floppy brown hair. He was incredibly cute, adorable even. As he turned around, searching for the werewolf he shot, Derek got a glimpse of wide hazel eyes that closely resembled a puppy's.
Derek internally sighed. It was such a shame he'd have to attack this boy, he found him quite pretty. But he had to protect his pack. He mentally prepared himself, and once the kid's back was turned, he attacked.
He barreled into the kid's back, knocking him right over. He felt the boy's breath whoosh out of him, and felt his back muscles shift under his paws, trying to throw the heavy weight of Derek off. He surged up, throwing Derek onto his side, which was no easy feat, considering the male's size. The kid desperately gasped in air as he dragged himself to his shotgun. Derek was up on his feet in seconds, and he rolled the kid over onto his back, standing on him. He struggled, but Derek dug his claws in. They sank into softly defined muscle that was tensing and releasing all around Derek's claws, working to get them out of the soft flesh.
I'm sorry kid, Derek though as he sank his teeth into the kid's shoulder. His scream almost made Derek flinch. But it sounded different, so he paid more attention to it.
"DDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!" A name. Must be the hunter Jackson knocked out. At least, that was he thought when he heard branches snap. He released the kid, and looked up at the other hunter.
"Sammy…" he breathed. He aimed his shotgun at Derek, but Scott jumped out in front of the hunter, teeth bared. The Dean guy slowly raised his hands in surrender, placing the shotgun on the ground. Scott padded cautiously over, grabbing the gun in his jaws and backing away. Derek changed back into human form, standing up and getting off of the Sammy kid. "Let him go. He's still young. Whatever you want, take from me." Derek was amazed at the readiness to self-sacrifice Dean had.
"We want you to stop hunting us," Derek said, looking the opposing man in the eye. Dean didn't even blink at Derek's slightly threatening tone.
"Is that why you killed that other guy?" Dean asked.
"Yes. I must protect my pack. My family. It seems you should understand that," Derek countered. Dean dropped his hands.
"And I must protect my brother. You turned him. He's only twenty-two," Dean replied. "I won't kill you. Until I figure out a cure for him, you will teach him to control himself as a wolf. You seem to have plenty of control."
"I can do that. And his blood, it tasted different," Derek reassured. This Dean guy certainly was ready to do anything for Sammy, who appeared to be his little brother. Dean's eyes flashed, and in a flash, Derek was pinned against a tree. Dean had an inch on him, and definitely seemed more muscular than his little brother, and a lot more dangerous.
"Don't you talk about that to me like that. You'll be dead before you can say 'shit'," Dean snarled, letting Derek go. Scott was amazed at this guy's feral look, and wondered for a second if he was also a werewolf. Dean backed off and knelt by his little brother, worry overtaking his features. "Sammy, open your eyes, buddy. Come on, princess."
Sam slowly opened his eyes to see his very worried older brother kneeling next to him, and he heard the last part of what must've been Dean's speech. 'Come on, princess'.
"Not…princess," Sam mumbled, pain shooting down his arm as he shifted his shoulder. He heard a snort, and as his gaze came into focus, he saw two more guys standing behind Dean. "De?"
"Shhh, Sammy. You've been bitten. You know what that means?" Dean asked, checking for a concussion. Sam's eyes widened as realization dawned.
"I've been turned into a werewolf," Sam whispered. "Dean, get away from me." Dean shook his head.
"No. There are people here who are willing to help you control yourself while I search for a cure. If you can cure being a vampire, you can cure a werewolf," Dean said determinedly. Sam's eyes started to water, and Dean's eyes widened. "Sammy, no, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be fine. I promise, we'll find a way to cure you. Bobby and I will find one. It's gonna be okay." Dean pulled Sam close to his chest, holding him as Sam silently cried into his sturdy shoulder. He stroked Sam's soft hair, whispering comforting words in his ear. Derek and Scott stood awkwardly behind Dean, unsure of what to do.
"What I miss?" Jackson asked, walking over to them, holding Sam's shotgun. "Whoa, Derek, you took a hunk out of the poor kid's shoulder!" Jackson stared incredulously at Derek, but Derek didn't notice. He was too busy watching the exchange between the brothers.
He would never admit it, but he was jealous of the closeness the brothers had. He wanted to be the one to hold Sam, and to comfort him, not Dean, whose manly, dangerous demeanor instantly vanished as he handled his brother, helping him sit up as he calmed down. He helped his wobbly little brother up, and looked at the three guys in front of him. One only looked like he was in high school. He directly addressed him.
"Kid, you are way too young to be involved in this shit," he said. "My car's parked on the side of the road that passes by this forest. Help us get there, would ya? The guns are the only things we brought with us." The two looked at the leader-guy, and he nodded. The two grabbed the guns, and lead the way, while the pack leader trailed behind Sam and Dean.
Once Dean saw his baby, he smiled in relief. He turned to Sam, who was just barely awake. He gently shook Sam, and his eyes opened up fully.
"Look Sammy, home," he said quietly. The other three heard him, but he didn't care. The three shared a glance, but their focus returned to the task at hand. Dean maneuvered Sam into the passenger's seat, and took off his leather jacket, laying it across Sam's lap. He took off his over shirt, and wrapped it around the bite on Sam's shoulder. He turned to the three, and jerked his head towards his car, giving them permission to get in. They did, and they started on the way.
"I'm Scott by the way, and this is Jackson, and our leader, Derek," the teenager introduced.
"Hey," the guy introduced as Jackson said, relaxing into the leather backseat. Dean glanced at them in his rearview mirror, nodding to the guy.
"Any of you guys have a place where we could stay until this whole thing blows over?" Dean asked.
"I do," Derek stated. He gave the directions, and instead of the usual twenty-minute ride, they made it there in ten. Dean parked the Impala in the driveway, and hurried over to Sam. He helped the miraculously still conscious Sam out of the classic car, and gently shook him again, and Sam's eyes opened up wide.
"Stay with me, Sammy. It's almost over," Dean muttered. Sam's eyes drooped, then rolled into the back of his head, his deadweight dropping fully onto Dean. He grunted, but managed to keep Sam up. "How'd you get so damn heavy? You only eat rabbit food." Derek, Scott, and Jackson climbed out, and Derek approached Dean.
"I can bring him in, and Scott and Jackson will help you settle into the guest bedrooms while I help him out. He's gonna heal faster now that he's a werewolf, and he'll need help handling it, because it's gonna be weird as hell for him as it's his first time," Derek offered. "It's the least I could do." Dean still looked skeptical, but complied anyway, knowing Derek was right. He gently passed Sam to the shorter man, who lifted Sam up bridal style, and held them, waiting for Dean, Scott, and Jackson to carry the brothers' stuff into the house.
Derek brought Sam into the living room, laying him carefully on the couch, his injured shoulder facing the room for better access. Derek carefully removed Sam's over shirt, and rolled up his T-shirt's sleeve, knowing Dean would probably stab him in the face if he took it off. He examined the wound, and silently watched the torn muscle repair itself. He was startled by a gasp, and a jolt passed through Sam's body as he woke. He started to sit up, but Derek's hand on his chest stopped him. He cautiously relaxed, and Derek gave him his most reassuring smile.
"Sam, I'm Derek. I'll be teaching you how to control yourself as a werewolf.," he explained sincerely. He heard movement, and watched Dean come over, pulling two chairs with him. He handed one to Derek, and sat on the other. Derek sat down, his gaze lingering on Dean.
"De…" Sam said softly, meeting his older brother's eyes with his wide, shiny ones. Derek wanted to be looked at like that. He wanted that same soft voice directed towards him.
"It's alright. You can trust him," Dean replied. Confusion crossed Sam's face, and Derek dubbed it as the cutest face Sam had made so far.
"But De, he's the one that turned me," Sam said. Dean brushed Sam's bangs away from his forehead, smiling reassuringly down at him.
"We can trust him Sammy. He understands what it means to want to protect family. That's what he was doing. Besides, it was my fault. I shouldn't have let you go out on your own," Dean reassured, guilt playing in his voice.
"Don't say that. It isn't your fault. Don't you blame yourself, Dean Winchester," Sam growled affectionately. Dean laughed, leaning back in his chair and relaxing fully.
"Alright Samantha, whatever you say," he laughed. Even Derek was forced to snort at the brothers' antics.
"Jerk," Sam retorted, smiling.
"Bitch." Sam's smile grew. Derek wanted to be the one to cause that smile to appear on that beautiful boy's face.