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Why Sam Hates Werewolves
Sam and Dean were in a cheap motel room in Madison, Wisconsin. Dean had been researching their next hunt on the laptop. He found an article that seemed like a promising lead. Last month three campers were found dead in the middle of the woods near their campsite. Their bodies had been slashed and mutilated. It sounded like a werewolf. Dean knew Sam wouldn't be happy about that. He told Sam about what he found.
"Sounds, like it's a werewolf Sammy," Dean said.
"Maybe it's something else, like a bear," Sam said hopefully.
"No according to that article there aren't any bears in those woods and there was a full moon the night of the attacks."
"Damn it," scowled Sam. He really hated werewolves. Ever since that summer when his was six.
Flashback
School had just let out for the summer. Dean and Sam were at home watching cartoons. They were living in a two-bedroom apartment in Kansas City. Dean was glad that it was summer vacation because it meant he could go hunting with his dad. John didn't want Dean to miss a lot of school, so he didn't let him go on too many hunts during the school year.
"Dean when's daddy gonna be home?" asked Sam.
"Soon Sammy, He's at the library researching our next hunt. He said he'd bring home pizza for dinner," replied Dean.
"Yeah Pizza!" Sam loved pizza.
"Did you hear that Hoppy we're having pizza," Sam said with a smile.
Hoppy was Sam's favorite stuffed animal, a kangaroo he carried everywhere with him. It was a hand me down from Dean and Sam loved it dearly. Dean shook his head. He couldn't believe that Sam still talked to that thing like it was real.
Just then the front door opened and John walked in. He was carrying a large pepperoni pizza.
"Daddy," shouted Sam running over to John.
"Hey Sammy," John said reaching down to ruffle his youngest son's hair.
"Did you find us a hunt," Dean asked eagerly.
"Hello to you too Dean," John said.
"Hi Dad, so did you find us a hunt?" Sometimes Dean had a one-track mind.
"Yes, I did. Seems like there might be a werewolf about two hours from here. Last month seven people were found mutilated in the woods, the morning after a full moon. That many victims makes me think there might be two werewolves," said John.
"Two werewolves?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, that's why I need you to come. I can't take on two at once by myself." John said. He knew that all that target practice he made Dean do was worth it. Dean was now an excellent shot.
"What about Sammy?" asked Dean.
"Sammy's coming with us. He's too young to stay here by himself," said John.
"Dad Sammy's not ready for his first hunt. He's too young. I didn't go on my first hunt until I was nine," said a worried Dean.
"That's why Sammy is going to be staying in the car with all the doors locked," replied John. He knew that Dean would be worried about Sam, but he couldn't leave Sam home alone.
"Okay, it's time for dinner," said John heading in to the kitchen. The boys followed.
While they ate John brought Dean up to speed on everything he knew about werewolves. After dinner he sent them to bed. They had a big day ahead of them and John want wanted them to be well rested.
More to Come