Chapter 1

It was a little awkward this full moon, Bobby had to admit. It had been about a month since the whole deal with Sam, Dean, John, and Jessica. But now that the witch was dead, they knew full well that the Yellow-Eyed Demon would make well on his promise.

Right as the witch was all set to sacrifice Dean so that Sam could be disembodied, the Demon showed up possessing Jessica and told the witch that if she were to fail in killing the Winchesters he would be back and do it for her.

They were sure that the Demon knew about him being alive by now.

Two nights after they all got away in one piece, Sam and Dean decided it would be best if they were to stay with Bobby for a little while. Bobby of course didn't mind, all except for tonight anyway.

He sat up late that night, doing some research. He was looking for omens of any sort that the Demon or any demon was close by. Alas, he found nothing.

With a book resting in his lap, Bobby scrubbed a hand over his face out of frustration as he heard a crash followed by a loud cluttered fall, and then soft growling.

Bobby closed the book in his lap, and then placed it on his desk with an annoyed slam. He rose to his feet, and rushed to the library to see what the crash was…as if he didn't know already.

He stopped in the doorway, and sighed when he noticed the damage. A large stack of books that once stood next to the other threshold now lay in a cluttered mess on the ground.

The culprits sat on the floor, looking up at Bobby with innocent eyes and their tongues lolling from their mouths.

"Don't give me that look!" Bobby snapped with a hard look.

The large wolves at his feet wagged their tails back and forth as if they were excited to see him. The brown wolf with unusual black patches hovered over the all black one, and seemed to be taking the lead in this little 'act cute' scheme.

"That's not gonna work, boys." Bobby informed, his anger fading into weak frustration.

The bigger brown wolf stood on his feet. He brushed his brother with his fluffy tail, telling him to give up the charade. He could smell that Bobby wasn't mad anymore, even if he wanted to act like he was.

Dean watched as Sam walked away, rubbing against Bobby's legs as he went – more like a cat than a wolf.

Dean hadn't been a wolf for all that long. Actually, this was only his second month. Sam had been good with teaching Dean how to live with this. It wasn't really as easy as Sam always made it seemed, Dean soon figured out.

There was a new voice in his head all the time that wasn't his own. Sam told him that most of the time it was easy to ignore, but sometimes it was stronger than he was. It was the wolf instinct.

And he didn't have to just deal with it during the full moon, Dean discovered – but all the time. It was like a whisper in the back of his mind.

Not only that, but now he craved raw meat. He still ate regular food, thankfully. But raw meat was much more satisfying to his ravenous hunger.

Dean also found that he noticed little things about people that he never really noticed before. Sure, their scents and even the small sounds they made were magnified, but he was thinking more about body movements. The wolf in his mind was an expert at reading body language, and it always let Dean know it. More particularly, it was looking for means of submission from other people. It was as if his wolf were trying to evaluate what was easy prey and what should be left alone.

When Dean had confronted Sam about this, Sam only shrugged it off and told him it's all a part of the new instinct. It would fade in time, when he had more control over himself.

Dean got to his feet with a certain excitement, his eyes looking up at Bobby guiltily.

"Don't worry about it," Bobby grumbled, taking the look as an apology, "I'll clean this up."

Dean yipped with happiness before trailing off to find his brother.

Sam had gone up the stairs, and was sitting neatly on the floor just inside the bathroom – having kicked the door shut, but leaving it open just a crack so he could get out.

He needed to be alone for a moment. Tonight he didn't really feel all that up to par. Normally, he would be grateful for the full moon. But tonight it was raining, and gross out so it wasn't like they felt like hunting really.

No, tonight he felt his hackles rise and knew without a doubt that the demon was coming for him. He wasn't sure if the demon knew where he was exactly, but it was only a matter of time before he found out.

Sam had an awful feeling though, that the demon was close. Too close for comfort.

Heaving a tired sigh, Sam stood on his hind legs while he leaned his front paws on the counter in the little bathroom so he could get a look at himself in the mirror.

He in his wolf skin stared back at him in his reflection with an open mouth as he breathed sharply. If he were in his human shape, he knew he would look tired and drawn.

Falling back to the ground on all four paws, Sam startled as the bathroom door was nosed open slowly – revealing his older brother, who was also in his wolf skin.

He whined, and Sam knew he was asking if he was alright.

Sam nodded curtly, before nudging his brothers' snout with his own as he exited the bathroom.

Admittedly, Sam still felt a bit guilty for turning Dean the way he did – even though he wasn't in control at the time. But he knew that Dean was slowly but surely getting used to this life, he could tell from the look on his face, and the smell of his excitement as he ran around as wolf.

It was addicting, Sam knew.

As Sam was trudging down the stairs with Dean at his heel, he felt a light yet painful nip at his tail causing him to startle, and whirl around.

There stood Dean with a playful glint in his eyes as he nipped at the tip of Sam's tail again, daring him to fight back.

With a playfully light growl, Sam launched himself at his brother. And in a ball of brown and black fur, the two wolves tumbled down the stairs and into the living room.

Still lost in the fight as they landed in the living room, they managed to knock over a lamp with a loud crash. But Dean stood dominantly on top of Sam, and Sam wouldn't allow that.

He nipped at Dean's foot, causing Dean to jump a little – giving Sam leeway to roll out from under his brother.

Dean growled lightly, before pouncing on his little brother. And yet again they were a giant ball of wrestling fur in the middle of Bobby's living room.

They managed to knock over a tiny stack of books with another loud crash, and this time Bobby entered the room looking winded.

Sam pulled himself off of his brother, and sat squarely in front of Bobby again before throwing the look of 'puppy dog innocence' at him again. Dean saw what Sam was doing, and barked with laughter.

"I just got done cleaning one of your messes! And now I gotta clean another?" Bobby yelled at the wolves.

Sam whined pathetically before rolling onto his back to show Bobby his underbelly, a universal sign of submission… and Sam's only way to beg for mercy.

Bobby rolled his eyes.

"Next time, I'm puttin' the both of you out like dogs!" Bobby threatened.

Sam looked over at the open window as streams of rain ran down the glass. He rolled back over, and sat up.

"Git!" Bobby yelled at the pair.

Sam yipped with excitement, and walked out of the living room with Dean following suit. They knew that Bobby wasn't really thrilled with cleaning up their messes, but it was raining and they were bored. So in the meantime, they acted like children.

Tomorrow, they would get back to hunting. They've been at Bobby's too long, Sam knew. It was time for them to take a case and get back into the swing of things.

But for now, Sam was feeling a little better. With Dean's playing, he had managed to pull Sam out of his ominous thoughts of the Demon.

And for that, Sam was thankful.

They were taking a chance by going back to hunting tomorrow, but it was a risk they had to take. They couldn't just put their lives on hold while innocent people were getting killed every day.

Sam sighed tiredly as he took a seat in the kitchen. Dean sat down next to him, looking at him curiously.

Sam huffed an annoyed breath, but glanced over at his brother.

He knew Dean was in this with him, and that he wasn't alone. But still, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that things were going to only get worse from here.

That Demon wasn't going to make their lives easy. Not even a little.

Yay! I'm doing a sequel!!! :D

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