So, just a little info before you start reading. In my opinion after last of the wilds I think everything would have gone the same way as it did in the show. I don't really think that things would have been that much different and I found it hard to write anything that had to do with werewolf!Sam in season 2 or that soon after he had become 'human' again.
I tried to start something in Season 2, but it didn't really work out, so I skipped to season 4.
*Deep breath* so this is the first chapter of the sequel and I hope everyone like it, even though there really won't be anything on Azazel *pouts*. See I made myself sad by killing off yellow eyes, but I didn't have need for him.
~Where the wild things are~
…4 years later and 4 months gone…
He broke through the earth and sucked in the precious air like he had never done before and dragged himself up from underneath the ground with a groan. He turned around on his back briefly and squinted at the sun before he rose, looking at the ground around his brave in surprise.
It looked like an A-bomb had gone off where his grave was. Trees lay on the ground in a circle surrounding the grave. "What the hell?" he muttered hoarsely and turned around to take a good look at his grave.
It was simple, only a homemade cross plunged into the ground and it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
It suddenly dawned to him that he had died. He had actually died and gone to hell, but he couldn't remember anything. Nothing popped up in his head when he tried to remember, the last thing he did remember was Sam screaming and the hell hounds tearing him apart.
"Sam…" he whispered to himself and suddenly started to feel anxious. Had his brother made it out of the house alive? If so, where was he? He started to look through the pocket of his jeans for his phone, but of course he couldn't find it.
Sighing he looked around him again. He really didn't want to start walking just after getting out of hell, by the way, how in the hell had he gotten out?
He shook his head and started to walk away from his grave. He needed to find a phone, fast, and he needed to find his brother or Bobby to see if they both were okay.
Three hours later had him walking up to an abandoned gas stop. He squinted and tried to see of there was anyone inside. "Hello?" he asked, but no one answered so he took of his shirt and broke the glass in the door and unlocked it.
Inside he quickly found a bottle of water and chugged the liquid down like he hadn't tasted water for years at least that was what I felt like. He put the bottle down, looked around and spotted a pile of newspapers, quickly lifting one of them up and reading the date.
Thursday, September 18, 2008 it read and Dean stared shocked at it. "September?" 4 months. He didn't stand too long and wonder about it before he spotted a sink and suddenly realized how much dirt he had on him.
He turned on the faucet and splashed water into his face, trying to at least get rid of some of the dirt and to cool his face down from the heat he had suffered outside. He dried his face with his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly lifting up his shirt to reveal a perfect, unscarred chest.
A flashback suddenly hit him from when the hell hounds had been ripping at him, tearing him apart. How could he not have a thousand scars on his chest? As if someone had told him to, he lifted up the t-shirt on his left arm and revealed a handprint, burned into his flesh.
What the hell? He thought and studied it with confused eyes. He brought the shirt down again and swallowed hard. "I need to get out of here."
He picked up some chocolate bars and threw them into the plastic bag he had picket up along with a few bottles of water. Looking around the shop for anything else, he suddenly noticed something that brought a smile to his face.
A Busty asian beauties magazine was on one of the racks. He picket it up and skimmed through it grinning before he put it in the plastic bag and proceeded to the counter to see if there was any money left in it.
Jackpot! He took the money in his hands and was about to put it in his pocket when the TV behind him suddenly turned on with an annoying static noise and nothing on it. He turned it carefully off but as soon as he did so, the radio started playing and then the TV turned on again.
He looked around before he hurried over to one of the racks and picket up some salt and went to one of the windows and started to lay salt in front of it. He turned around and glanced at the TV when he started to hear a building high pitched sound, but quickly continued salting the window until the sound became to loud.
He stopped salting the window and bent down, clutching his ears to keep out the sound when suddenly the window exploded and glass rained down on him. He fell to the ground and more of the windows started shattering spraying more glass on him.
The high pitched sound stopped just as all the windows had shattered and he lay on the ground covering his ears with his hands in a sea of broken glass. Gently he lifted himself up and looked around in shock and confusion.
He ran out and into the phone booth that stood just outside and put in money before he dialled his brothers number. "We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected." He put in more money and dialled Bobby's number.
"Yeah." He heard Bobby's tired voice answer. "Bobby?" he questioned, he had to be sure it was him. "Yeah?" the older man asked again and Dean answered, "It's me" Bobby immediately asked "Who's me?" skeptically. "Dean" the old man immediately hung up after hearing that.
He looked confused at the phone for a moment before he dialed the older mans number again. "Who is this?" Bobby asked gruffly. "Bobby, listen to me…" "This ain't funny. Call again and I'll kill ya." He interrupted and hung up again.
Dean looked at the phone confused but hung up. He looked around and spotted an old car standing outside and jumped into it, hot wiring it and started to make his way to Bobby's.
Of course showing up at Bobby's wasn't the brightest idea. Bobby attacked him with a silver knife, claiming he was a shape shifter or a revenant. After Dean had cut himself to prove he wasn't either Bobby stared at him in shocked, but then hugged him tightly.
Bobby breathed hard and they parted. "It's good to see ya." He breathed. "Yeah, you too." Dean replied and put his hand briefly on Bobby's shoulder. Bobby suddenly adapted an even more shocked face. "But how did you bust out?" he questioned.
Dean started to turn around. "I don't know…" he turned slowly around again, "I just woke up in a pine bo…" that was all he got to say before water was splashed in his face. He spat out some of the water and turned a little annoyed to Bobby. "I'm not a demon either, you know?"
"Sorry," Bobby said sheepishly. "Can't be too careful." He shrugged and gave Dean an old rag which he dried himself with. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked, worried as to why Bobby was alone and his brothers number wasn't working.
Bobby licked his lips and looked at Dean sadly for a moment. "Bobby?" Dean pressed, now even more worried. Please don't say dead, please don't say dead, he chanted over and over again in his head as he watched the hunter squirm uncomfortably.
"I don't know." He finally answered and that was even worse an answer than Dean had expected. "What?" he questioned and stared at Bobby. "I don't know where he is." Bobby stated and looked Dean in the eyes; he could see that the older man had long since given up hope of finding Sam.
"What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Dean snapped angrily and pinned Bobby to the wall behind him and glared at him with raging green eyes.
"I mean exactly what I said. I don't know where your brother is." The older man said slowly and Dean looked down, still holding onto the other hunter.
He let him go and Bobby backed a little away. He knew an angry Dean wasn't pleasant. "What happened?" Dean asked, still not looking at the other man, but out the window.
Bobby drew in a deep breath and slumped down in one of the chairs. "We buried you the day after…" he looked up at Dean who sat down in the other chair. "Anyway, he stayed three days here, wasn't really much company. Didn't say a thing, didn't even eat, only when I nearly had to shove food down his throat. Kept to himself most of the stay and on the fourth day when I woke up, he was gone."
Dean looked at the man, his eyes asking for more to go on. "Just like that?" he asked. Bobby nodded slowly. "Just like that, left everything behind. The car, his clothes, weapons, cell…" he glanced at Dean. "Everything"
Dean looked at nothing for a moment before he turned his gaze to Bobby. "At least tell me you tried to find him?" he asked, he knew Bobby wasn't stupid but he really didn't know what to say at the moment.
"I tried for about 1 and a half month, then I gave up." He admitted and looked away from Dean. "I tried everything I could think of. Hell, I even filed a missing persons report, but nothing helped. Set hunters on his trail too, but it didn't do any good either. Since the day he disappeared I haven't heard squat from him or about him."
That right there shattered Dean's previous happiness of being out of hell. He had traded one kind of hell for another where his brother had been missing for four months. Who knew what could have happened. Maybe that bitch Lilith had found him, maybe other demons or creatures had gotten the best of him. Or maybe… maybe Sam had ended it himself.
A shiver went up his spine and he closed his eyes, shaking the thought out of his head. "How did Sam even make it out of the house? I thought Lilith was gonna kill him." He asked, trying to think of something else than Sam's body rotting away somewhere.
Bobby shrugged. "Beats me. By the time I got up into the room Sam was sobbing over your body and that girl Ruby possessed was dead on the floor. Sam didn't speak a word after that, it was damn scary."
Dean nodded absently and leaned back on the chair. "What do we do?" he asked Bobby, sounding like a lost child. The older man could really see all the dread, fear and anger in Dean's eyes and wished that he had happier news.
"First of all we gotta find out how in the hell you got back." he stated, but it didn't seem to change anything in Dean's eyes. He stood up and placed a hand on the younger mans shoulder.
"We'll look for him, Dean, but I can't promise we'll find anything." He said and tried to sound somewhat reassuring abut the part where they would look for him.
"Yeah…" Dean only muttered before he suddenly jumped up from the chair. "I gotta show you something." He said and pulled up the sleeve on his t-shirt, revealing the red handprint which made Bobby gape in shock.
"Yeah, and that's not all. My gravesite, it looked like an A-bomb went off there and afterwards when I entered this gas stop it was like a high pitched sound from hell blew through there and exploded all the windows." He told Bobby, who was still examining the handprint.
He looked up at Dean and frowned. "Did you see anything?" Dean shook his head and Bobby sighed. "I think we need help." Dean narrowed his eyes. "What kind of help?" he questioned, always suspicious to getting help. "A psychic I know, maybe she can help." He told Dean and his face lit up a bit. "Do you think the psychic could find out…?"
"Where Sam is?" Bobby interrupted completing the question before he shook his head. "I already tried. She couldn't get anything on him, said something powerful was blocking her." Dean's face fell again at that. "When do we leave?" he asked, not wanting to stall things for too long. "First thing tomorrow?" Bobby suggested but saw the look on Dean's face. "Now?" he tried again and Dean nodded.
"Your cars out back and I think your clothes and stuff are still in it." Bobby called after Dean who was already on his way out. He walked out back and saw his car, just as when he had left it, standing there. He breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his hand on the hood and down to the door before he opened it.
Bobby came walking out carrying something. "Here, a phone and the keys." He threw the objects to Dean, who caught them and got inside the car. "Follow me." Bobby said before he disappeared to find his own car.
It took almost 2 days driving to Illinois, but they finally reached their destination, and it was just before Dean finally went crazy with the lack of Sam in the passenger seat. They parked outside a regular looking house and went up the steps to the door and knocked.
The door opened and a woman, maybe her late thirties, but good looking with dark curly hair, practically threw herself at Bobby with a big smile on her face and lifted the man up. "Bobby! It's good to see ya again!" she told him and moved on to Dean. "Dean Winchester, I'm Pamela Barnes. I was told you were handsome but those descriptions aren't nearly as good as you really are." She grinned and Dean couldn't help but crack a smile.
"So, come inside and we'll see about finding the demon or whatever got you out of hell." She said and went inside. Dean raised his eyebrows at Bobby as they entered her house and saw the older man roll his eyes.
"She's a good friend, just a little over enthusiastic." He told him and they followed her into her living room.
Pamela started to pull a black table cloth with a pentagram onto a table in the middle of the room and ordered Bobby to find some candles. Dean just stood by and watched the psychic; she seemed to notice and turned around. "Enjoying the view?" she raised her eyebrows suggestively and smiled at Dean.
Bobby chuckled as he placed the candles on the table. "Stop tormenting the boy." He said and sat down in one of the chairs he had found. Dean and Pamela sat down in the two other chairs and Pamela took Bobby's hand and then looked at Dean. "I need something whoever saved you touched." Dean felt a hand snaking up his thigh and finally hitting home.
He jumped slightly, making the table shake. "Whoa, it didn't touch me there." He cried out and looked at Pamela who smiled. He showed her the handprint on his shoulder and she touched it and then closed her eyes.
"I invoke, conjure and command you, appear onto me before this circle." She started and Bobby and Dean exchanged glances. She continued repeating that line until suddenly the Tv behind her turned onto static and the table started to shake.
"I invoke, conjure and command you… Castiel?" Dean's head snapped to her as she said the name. "No, sorry Castiel, I don't scare easy" she stated with her eyes closed.
"Castiel?" Dean questioned and she turned to him, eyes still closed. "His name, he's whispering to me warning me to turn back." She explained briefly. "I conjure and command you, show me your face!" she commanded fiercely and Dean and Bobby exchanged worried glances.
She continued that line several times and as she did the table started to increasingly shake more and Bobby and Dean started to become even more worried.
"Maybe you should stop." Bobby suggested, but Pamela only turned to him. "No, I've almost got it!" she snapped at him. "I command you show me your face. Show me your face now!" she yelled and the candles on the table shot up just as she screamed and flames came out of her eyes.
Dean and Bobby sat transfixed and spurred into action when she dropped t the floor. "Call 911!" Dean yelled as he slid down on the floor and took Pamela into his lap. There was blood sliding down from eyes which were closed but Dean could see the angry red burns around them and just then she opened them, revealing that her eyes had been completely burned out.
"Oh my god!" she cried out and started to breath faster and sob. "I can't see. I can't see!" she cried.
Dean flipped shut his phone and sighed deeply, looking at Bobby who sat on the other side of the table. "That was the hospital, she gonna make it." He informed the other man who didn't seem relieved at all at this information. "Poor woman." He said and looked at Dean. "We shouldn't have gone to her."
Dean licked his lips and leaned back in the chair. "No we shouldn't, but we got a name and I swear I'm gonna find that bastard Castiel and burn his eyes out." He promised Bobby and the other hunter nodded.
Suddenly Bobby's phone rand and he picked it up. "Hello?" he frowned which made Dean curious. "Can't you take care of it yourself?" he asked rather annoyed and sighed. "Fine, I'll do it, but you owe me big time for doing it." He threatened the person on the other line and hung up.
Dean looked expectantly at him and raised his eyebrows. "Who was that?" Bobby sighed and put his phone in his pocket. "A friend of mine, he told me about a Wendigo problem up near the border to Wisconsin that he asked if I could take care of." He looked sheepishly at Dean. "I told him I'd do it."
He just looked at the older man for a second before he sighed. "What about Sam, Pamela, this Castiel thing, whatever it is?" Dean questioned, he had more important things to deal with than some Wendigo hunt.
"Dean, as I said, I've been looking for Sam for 4 months, I don't know what to do about him. Pamela, there isn't much we can do and I think she would understand if we took the hunt, she has a lot on her plate and to be honest she likes to deal with problems on her own." He told the younger man and could see that he seemed upset at the fact that he had virtually given up trying to find Sam.
"What about that Castiel?" Dean asked in a stern voice. "We're not just gonna leave town without figuring out what the hell did that to Pamela!" his voice rose with frustration.
"Dean for all we know that thing could've been in China when it happened! She could take a peek at it even if it was on the other side of the world!"
The younger one stared defiantly into Bobby's eyes for a moment before he broke they eye contact. "Fine, I feel like killing something anyway." Bobby nodded understandingly.
Dean rose from the chair quietly and walked out the door. Once outside he let out a deep sigh. All of this crap was just too much and he was starting to wonder if hell would have been better than here. At least in hell he didn't have to worry about hunting, missing brothers and creatures burning people's eyes out when they took a peek at it.
He heard the door open behind hi and knew it was only Bobby following him. "Lead the way," he told the older man and walked over to his own car.
They had arrived almost a day later in a small village just by the border from Wisconsin to Illinois and were sitting in a diner having coffee and lunch.
"So we're gonna start by looking around a little in the woods before we go after the thing."
Dean nodded while stuffing the rest of the burger into his mouth. He was actually starting to look forward to kill something. He had all these feelings inside of him that really needed to be let out before he lashed out at Bobby or someone else.
Driving to Wisconsin had been about as hard as driving to Illinois. The constant void of the passenger seat glaring at him had become to much at points.
It wasn't like he had never been without Sam. There had been those four years while Sam was at college, but at least then he had known his brother was okay and that he could just stop by to check on him.
Now, he had to live with the fact that Sam could be anywhere. No one had seen him since after his own death and his mind kept coming up with one solution. That he was dead.
That was the worst one of all the things he had thought about, the fact that his little brother could be dead. Pictures of his brother being killed by some supernatural creature and dying all alone haunted him. Granted he had only been alive for 4 and a half days, it had been the worst, most agonizing days of his entire life.
The door to the diner opened and the bell hanging on it chimed. Everyone turned to see who it was of course, no one could deny their curiousity.
Dean and Bobby also turned and were met with the sight of two hunters, not the supernatural kind, but just normal deer or bear hunters. They stomped into the diner and sat down, not far away from Dean and Bobby.
"Man, did you hear 'bout that wolf Joe Connors saw?" one of the hunters with a ballcap on started and Dean couldn't help but become curious.
The other one whistled loudly. "Must have been drunk off his ass, there ain't a wolf that big, never have been. Except for in his mind."
Dean turned rose from his chair and walked over to their table, putting on a fake smile. "Hi, I couldn't help but overhear you two. Me and my dad are here hunting." he jutted his head in Bobby's direction and sat down.
"You said your friend saw a big wolf? How big?" he cut to the chase and both of the hunters seemed a little baffled and irritated that a stranger just walked over and started to talk to them.
The ball cap guy scratched his head. "Well old Joe Connors isn't the most reliable source, so I doubt any of it's true." The other one nodded in agreement and Dean licked his lips frustrated.
He kept his game face on, though. "Well I've seen some pretty big wolves in my time as a hunter. One was well above my stomach." he told them and both seemed surprised.
The other guy of the hunters, the thinner one, sighed. "According to Joe the wolf was about that size. He even said that if it had been on two legs it would've been taller than him and..." he huffed loudly. "the wolf apparently had icy blue eyes. This was at night and I recon most wolves have yellow eyes."
Dean swallowed hard. Unnaturally big wolf, icy blue eyes. That sounded a hell of a lot like a werewolf. The oldest kind of werewolves.
He licked his lips and tried to keep his game face on. "What color was it? Did he see that?" he asked and the ball cap dude rubbed his chin and glanced at the other one.
"Well..." he drawled still rubbing his chin. "It was at night, but he said it looked like it had pretty dark fur, not grey cause he says he would've seen it if it was grey." Dean nodded and rose from the chair.
"thanks for the story." he nodded at them, both of them seemed surprised that he was leaving so suddenly, but still they nodded too.
Dean sat down at the table with Bobby with a serious look on his face. "Maybe it's not a Wendigo." he said quietly. "They just described one of those ancient wolves, the kind Sam turned into." he sounded like he was really shocked and Bobby was surprised too.
Bobby knew that none of them had ever been comfortable hunting werewolves ever since Sam had been turned into one. They had gotten the inside story and learned that some werewolves could control themselves.
It had never been easy earlier either, killing something that looked exactly like a human. The Winchesters had tried to stay away from werewolf hunts. Of course they had stumbled onto Madison and that had been a complete disaster.
Sam had tried to get her to control herself with his own experience, but it seemed as if the ancient werewolves and the newer once seemed to be very different. Madison wasn't able to control herself and Sam even tried to summon the wolf goddess, but she never came.
In the end they had ended up killing her. Sam had been devastated and angry for a while.
Bobby looked at Dean now and could see that the younger man was debating whether he wanted to do something about the werewolf or to just leave it.
"Do you wanna take care of it?" Bobby asked carefully. He didn't really want to himself, but it was up to Dean.
"I'll be fine, let's take care of it." he said, not really convincing Bobby that he was okay with it.
A werewolf hunt, huh? I really, really hope it can match up to The last of the wilds.