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Warning: Wincest! Unrelated now but still is Sam and Dean. Warlock!Sam/Feline Panwere!Dean. Feline Panweres everywhere, they all mostly are, some are wolves though; they show up later. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Bestiality, Dean has sex with Sam in animal form so I suppose that counts. If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.
Plot: Dean has gotten Sam a gift he isn't sure he likes…since it comes with its own poltergeists. Will they be able to get the bed and breakfast on its feet or will the ghosts get to keep it?
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"Wow, Dean, you bought an Inn…didn't expect that." Sam said looking around, swiping at cobwebs around the doorframe. "Nice…place."
"Sam…you said you wanted out, a normal life. We're in Massachusetts, this place was in our price range, and it makes money for itself." Dean reassured, while eying the dusty and dilapidated state of the place. He also read over the papers Sam had found on the way up here. "Haunted…fine, they didn't mention that."
"They never do. So where exactly did you buy this from?" Sam asked suspiciously, then sighed, already having read the papers. "Fourteen accidental deaths in all. Ten down the stairs, two from a window, same one strangely enough, one fell down the elevator shaft, and one…wow, fell on a knife in the kitchen. Interesting purchase you made, Dean." He rubbed the spot between his eyes now. "It needs to be exorcised."
"A Public Auction they had here in town. It went pretty cheap, too. I only paid $2,000 for it…I couldn't afford the more pricey properties and it said Bed and Breakfast. I figured it could be a good investment…sorry. You're right, we need to see how many ghosts we have first. Place this large must have several." Dean said. "Once we clean it up, it will look great though. Very Old World, you know. Plus with this being a state where gay wedding is allowed, and we do have a chapel, we could offer some packages. Voila, we can make twice as much as we paid for the place in one weekend. Regular weddings as well. We have a decent kitty fund, we can do it."
"We will…if I could open the door." Sam said grumbling as he yanked on the handle yet again. "It's stuck."
"Or we're on 'Supernatural' lockdown, we are trapped in our own damn roach motel, and our duffels are in the car." Dean groaned. Then jumped in surprise as a window broke nearby and Bobby crawled through with Ellen and their family with them. John followed as well. "We're locked in. And we don't have a clue how many ghosts there are." Dean informed his scowling family.
"Wow, son, when you buy something, you don't buy small." John drawled and ran fingers through dust. "Good news is everything here is in pristine condition, all original and undamaged. Very antiquey. If we get rid of the ghost, and clean it up some, we could make money off the place fairly easily."
"The bad news…"Dean said picking up the unsaid part of his father's thought.
"A simple exorcism isn't going to cut it. We'll need to do a total exorcism of the house. Each side must have a hex bag to anchor the spell and another person chants it. If we fuck it up, count on us getting hurt or dead, or major remodel on the windows; it's going to break them all." John said and sighed. "You sure you can afford the upkeep on this place?"
"Sam and I have saved a lot. We got married for free at the courthouse, had no honeymoon, and now this is our retirement. We barely spent any hunting, mostly stayed at Bobby's or in the car on the road. We have nearly twenty thou saved up." Dean said.
"Might need more than that until business gets going better." Dante said slipping in then helping Dorian through. "Nice place, Cuz. Could do with a good cleaning…housekeeper's day off?" He teased and eyed the walls. "All in original condition, too. Damn, Dean, you got lucky. This place is historical, don't let the Historical Society see it. They'd make it a landmark or something."
"We'll do okay." Dean said then bit a lip, thinking Dante wasn't wrong. Financially they weren't set up to run the place until it was profitable. "Shit, you're right…I might as well sell it back to them…I just thought…it was the kind of place Sam might like…to live in…that's all. It suited him."
They saw he was doing this for Sam and felt like heels for crushing his pleasure of giving Sam this gift, then resolved to fix that. "I could invest…do the silent partner thing." Dante said. "I'm a billionaire after all…it is a nice place."
"Me, too. I'd like to invest in something solid for once. And, yes, Dante, that stock market fiasco from before does not count." Dorian said.
"I got some saved up, too." John and Bobby spoke up. "You don't mind sharing ownership?"
"It's actually…well, I put it in Sam's name. I wanted to give it to him as a wedding gift….but he might share." Dean said. "I was going to surprise you with that fact…sorry, Sammy. I just love you so much and the place is so beautiful, like you, and so normal, for us…I wanted to give you something to suit your tastes." He looked unhappy now. He'd just wanted to give Sam something solid to have for his own, a real home for once and a way to make a living without hunting all the time and he'd just screwed it up without thinking it through…yet again. He'd let Sam down. He hated disappointing his husband, Sam deserved better.
"I love it." Sam said and kissed him softly, pulling him close, ignoring the others' pointed looks. He knew it wasn't the time for this but he hated to see Dean so unhappy. Let a ghost try to spoil his moment, he'd kill it again…on principle! "We'll share it with them, but I retain my name on the deed. You all will share it with us, promise. Can I keep it? I love it, and it is my wedding gift after all…" He wheedled and they gave in.
"Yes, Sam, you can own it. We'll just fund it and share in the silent ownership of it." John said gently and took his hand. "Dean really does love you, you know that, right? To retire this way for you." He whispered as he leaned into the man.
"I know." Sam said. "I know this makes us an easier target but if we can do this, have a semi-retired life, I want to try. A life with him is worth it." Sam said then smiled. "We can do the information hub thing that Ellen and Bobby do, but from here."
"That would help me out a lot. I need all the resources I can find really." Bobby agreed then sighed. "Here are your duffels, idjits. You left them behind. Should kick your asses for that. You know better, we trained you better than to do that."
"Sorry." Sam said and dug through his bag for his grimoire. He was a White Warlock, first level. He had been helping a hunter when the hunter showed up personally for his spell ingredients and the spell, instead of waiting for them to arrive at Bobby's, where he'd sent them to him. Dean had been that hunter and he had seen Sam and fell in love right then. Fought it at first, but after the fifth unnecessary, and badly disguised motive to just see Sam again, John had put his foot down and demanded he tell Sam he liked him or stop doing it. So Dean had told him and they began dating, then married a month later in a Nevada Courthouse. And they had hunted together from that point on. Dean did the hunting, Sam did the magic and spell stuff. At the moment, he was looking for his mini spell ingredient bundle and sitting the Grimoire aside. "Bobby, page 4 should have the spell on it. Dorian, help me get the bags made." He soon had the ingredients set up for each bag and Dorian was putting them in the bags and tying them for him. "Bobby, you do the spell. Count to thirty then start doing it. Dante, guard him, Cuz. You others take a direction and get these in place before he starts it." He tossed them each a bag and Dorian held her own.
Running in each direction, they took a corner and prayed they got them into the walls in time.
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Dorian slammed into the wall for the third time and growled, eyes going red and fangs down, pissed and going vamp. She punched the wall behind her and shoved hers in, then began to claw and rip at her poltergeist attacker while guarding her wall.
Sam put up a barrier around him and shoved his in the wall, then waited for the spell to start, easily keeping the ghosts at bay.
Dean shoved his into the hole his head had made when his ghost slammed his head into it. Then began to toss salt and use an iron knife on it, waiting for the spell as well.
Ellen ducked her attacker after getting hit a few times and sliding across the floor into walls, and then shoved hers into a wall she had broken into with her iron knife's handle end.
Then the spell hit and glass and plaster showered over them while they dove for cover from it as the house shook for a bit, filled with light, then went still. The dirty hunters then went down to see how Bobby was.
"Got it." Bobby said then eyed them and the house. "Structurally it's fine. We just need to fix the windows, redo the frames and sills, and fix the walls some." He sighed in relief though. "All in all, a good exorcism…oh, no…we missed one." He pointed and they turned to see a young girl around 17 in an old Victorian sleeping gown coming toward them.
"I'm Eleanor." She said softly and bowed a little, very ladylike, they noticed. She then curtseyed as well. "You got rid of the bad ones, thank you."
"It was supposed to get rid of all of you…not to be rude…but…how are you still here?" Bobby asked, not afraid of her but curious.
"Because I'm a part of the house…" Eleanor said. "My husband and I owned this place a very long time ago. My father gave it to me as an inheritance, and my husband felt ladies shouldn't own property. I was property to him back then, too, I suppose…" She smiled gently then went on. "So one day he tried to get me to sign it over to him and I refused, per usual. And he killed me, buried me in the foundation of the new wing I was having built, and then said I ran off on him. Joke was on him. He still didn't get the house; it went back to my father on my passing…I was never found, of course." She chuckled at that. "He later found himself a rich heiress dumb enough to marry him and became her rich boytoy. I was stuck here."
"But the bad ones were…" John asked.
"Some were civil war soldiers, killed in this house, murdered in their beds. They went crazy from haunting it for so long. They once were really nice ghosts to be around, then they just started going strange and got worse, then evil. Some were outlaws and highwaymen that tried to rob it or were murdered here as well because of that. I was always here, they let me be. I tried to warn off the people but they couldn't hear me or they ignored me. I tried to save them but being a ghost kind of stopped that in its tracks." Eleanor said.
"How old are you? When did you die?" John said.
"1863, I was 17 when I died." Eleanor said smiling. "This is still my home. You are most welcome to share it with me. I won't bother you or your guests, I promise."
"So you can't leave because…you can never go to Heaven because…your remains are in the foundations of this place?" Bobby said and felt sad for her.
"Don't be sad, Sir. I love it here. I don't want to leave. I've been here so long that this is the only place I want to be." Eleanor said smiling. "I like you guys, you will do well here, I can tell." She went to fade away then waved. "I'll be around, if you need me for anything. I'm very helpful, you see."
Then she was gone.
"Okay, scratch that. We got all but one." Bobby grumbled but still smiled. "But I like her, she's nice."
"Us, too." Sam said then eyed the rest of the house. "We could pay someone to clean it then come back. There are those that do that. We can stay with Bobby until it's done then move in."
"Get the damage fixed, too." Dean said and thought it out.
"I know some people." Dante said getting on the phone, Dorian doing it as well.
And an hour later, the cleaning company was paid for and on their way, and so was the repair company. Dorian's family owned it so they were doing for her, for free. She'd be paying for everything. Dante was covering the cleaning costs.
Then they headed out and went to Bobby's to wait.
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A month later they were ready to move in.
"Dad, I want you to move in with us." Dean said and nodded at his father's look. "I know…but you can help us, and only hunt if you need to. We can be your home. Please?"
"Yes, I'll do it…just give me a room on the other end of the place. You guys get loud." John said. "Semi-retirement could be a good thing for all of us Winchesters." He wouldn't mind a break from hunting, Azazel was dead after all and Dean was safe now that they'd saved him and the other psychic kids like him at Cold Oak. They'd found him in time and shot the bastard in the head while he tried to talk to Eva privately about killing the others that were hanging out there with Dean. Of course, being as evil as she was, they had to kill that bitch, too.
Sam had done a Lost-Love spell and found his lover right after he was taken from the diner, so that helped, too.
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The place gleamed and was fully repaired. The windows were the same design as the old ones. The Historical Society did show up and proceedings were started to make it a Historical Landmark. But they still owned it and could do what they wanted with it, which made them happy.
It also meant it could never be torn down, which made Eleanor just as happy, too.
Dean helped put the food away in the fully stocked kitchen, and made sure to make a note to mention to the new cook and staff about Sam's veggie thing. He only ate grilled chicken, fish, and that kind of thing, no breaded meats and no red meat. And lots of vegetables and salads. Dean also meant to mention burgers to them for him, and home fries and such, a diversified menu was a good idea.
The others helped make up rooms for themselves with the new bedding they'd bought for themselves, since the order for the bedding for place itself hadn't arrived yet. It all had been set to order though.
Chairs and furniture was situated and ready. Floors were polished and looked new. Walls were clean and spotless and the electric and plumbing all checked out. Every public official necessary had been through it, from the Fire Marshall to Health Department, and it had been approved. They had all their permits and licenses. Although some repairs to the Electric and plumbing had been necessary but that was expected. A few cold showers hadn't killed anyone yet.
Soon they sat down for a meal and relaxed in the dim lamp lights. "Place is really classy." Bobby said and tried the brussel sprouts, then took seconds on them, sipping his beer. "Internet ready yet, cable?"
"Yeah, they come tomorrow. We're doing the Free Wi-Fi for our guests, too. It will bring in more revenue, business men and such. We could host some business conferences, too, that way. We do have that huge building out back; we could renovate it into a Meeting Room type of thing." Sam said.
"How about letting hunters stay sometimes for free? To rest on the way between hunts? They know about Sam already, and…" Bobby mentioned, being hunters themselves, he figured they'd appreciate giving back to the others like themselves. Offering shelter and food, as well as aid if needed to the other hunters that showed up would a good thing to do for them.
"Not me though." Dean pointed out. Sure he only showed his 'gifts' a few times a month but…
"No one needs to know." John pointed out. "It wasn't your fault you got turned."
"Yeah, I know that…but going furry for three days a month isn't a big draw here." Dean said. He was a Panwere, a feline version of one. Well, a cross between several breeds. Jaguar, Leopard, mountain lion, and cougar. The one that tore him up had been a mixture, and he had ended up like him. A panwere with cat DNA. Those four were the only ones he'd discovered so far, and Sam said he sensed more in there. So he was worried others might notice a supersized black jungle cat slinking down the hall for three days. He changed and held his form for three days a month, and stayed that way for all three days. He didn't change back during the day like others did, but that also meant he was stronger, faster, more agile, and thought more humanly in his animal form than they did. He also couldn't shift at Will either. He was forced to during full moons only.
A real pain in the ass condition for a hunter to have…which had prompted his 'semi-retirement' with his husband, as a matter of fact. They all knew Sam was a White Warlock, well, sorcerer really, but that was their little secret. But they didn't know about him being a Panwere lycanthrope.
"It's been six months, son. Your shifts have…" John struggled with his phrasing here. "Become more stable."
"Um, I turn into a large Cat for three days, unable to shift back; I don't call that stable." Dean grumbled.
"But now you think like a human even when you're a cat…mostly." John praised him. The 'mostly' referred to times when his cat saw Sam as it's personal property and had to…mark him…and guarded him jealously the whole time. He hadn't been able to touch or be too near a single person for three days, besides Dean, that is, at first. Now he may mark him by nuzzling him, so only other shifters knew Sam belonged to him and was his mate, as compared previously urinating on him to do the same thing. It had been both gross and disturbing in equal measures there for a while.
Now he merely nuzzled him a lot, lay at his feet or by him wherever he sat and insisted on following him everywhere he went or insisting Sam stayed with him wherever he went during those three days…up to and including the bathroom. Dean was nothing if not obsessed and paranoid about Sam, yep, he was. Not so much as a human, but as a cat, yeah, he put movie star stalkers to shame!
He suspected bestiality happened while he was shifted but didn't dare ask. But he was sure 'Cat' Dean had urges and Sam might actually let him do that to him…so he wasn't going there.
"I feel more secure now with Sam, I don't worry so much." Dean explained and smiled as he pulled Sam close. "I shift in a week." He said, reminding them. "While I'm shifted, I'll hide and you two run it."
"Works for me." John said and approved. No one would know that way.
"Now…about the special rates for family and loved ones…" Dante teased, liking the place already. "How much would that run?"
They all laughed then and began to cover costs, hoping to have some set up in a week or two, so they could set up a Grand Opening thing for the Winchester Bed and Breakfast.
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Sam moaned softly as Dean thrust in that night and took him slow. "Baby…yes, there…please…"
Dean kissed his neck along the shoulders and bit him softly there. His back and ass muscles rippling with every pump into him, his breath catching as they got harder and deeper, his prostate being pegged with every movement. "I love you… you feel so perfectly tight, Sammy!"
"I love you, too…feel so full. More…please…make it last." Sam pleaded, gripping his base so he wouldn't go off too soon. Their cock rings were still packed up so they made do with doing this the old fashioned way.
And nearly an hour later, they both managed to scream their orgasms and fall spent to the bed.
"So…you go cat soon…"Sam hinted. "No sex for me…pity that..."
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you then, too. Don't I always?" Dean teased back smiling.
"Yeah, but watch the claws next time…I think your Dad noticed last time." Sam said, not minding the claw marks but knowing John suspected they still had sex with each other while Dean was in cat form.
"He won't say anything." Dean reassured him. "He doesn't want to know, believe me."
"I hope so." Sam said then cuddled back against his mate and sighed happily.
"Love you, baby." Dean whispered as Sam drifted off to sleep in his arms. Hugging him tighter and cuddling him closer.
"Love you, too." Sam said back and they both slept then. Glad they had taken the chance on their Bed and Breakfast.
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Several days later, Sam walked into the office with the black leopard at his heels. "Hi, John." He said yawning. John smirked down at Dean, who made a sound in his throat resembling 'hello' as well. Then settled at Sam's feet as he sat at his desk to go over their reservations for the Grand Opening. Purring loudly.
"Hello, Son. You sound pleased with yourself today…not asking why, don't need to know." John said and shook his head at them. Dean nudged Sam's ankle with his nose and Sam looked down at him, smirking back down at the beautiful cat. "So…it's all arranged. Your Chef staff will be here Thursday. The housekeeping staff, mostly people from town we hired through the agency there, will be here Wednesday. The Grounds staff will be here on Wednesday as well. Dante and Dorian are bring 'dates' with them and plan to spend the night, or the weekend, they said they aren't sure yet. Bobby and Ellen are going to be here as a couple. And Jo and Ash are coming as single, so two rooms will be needed. Missouri and the other hunters, Caleb, Jim, and Daniel will be here on Wednesday sometime, they RSVPed already…And Jodi is coming as well. I invited her, she's helped us out a lot on hunts. She's earned the right to be here." He went over the list now. "Doors will open early for our people, then again at eight for the guests. We have over twenty coming. Three are wedding parties; one straight one, and two gay ones. Ellen and Jo are handling the weddings with me…the regular guests will be handled by you guys."
"Works for me." Sam said sifting through his own paperwork. "Any of the hunters come by for their files yet? I see three here that haven't yet…I was able to email some to other hunters but a few insist on paper ones so…" He pointed at some packages. "I got their spell packages ready, too. Their names are on each box, so check before giving them out."
"They all called, said they would be by tonight for them." John said. "I'll give them to the hunters, make excuses for you two."
"Thanks, with him being in Cat-Mode, I don't want to risk exposing him." Sam said then added. "I need to explain the spells to you, so you can tell them though."
"Go ahead." John said and got paper ready. An hour later, he had all he needed to tell them and then some wrote down with who got told what. "Why don't you take 'Simba' there for a stroll around the grounds? He gets cranky when he's cooped up the whole time."
Dean gave him a growl at that but John just rolled his eyes and ignored it. Dean's golden eyes winked up at him with annoyance, large teeth flashing. "You don't scare me, son. Go run around, have some fun before everyone gets here. I got it."
Dean got up and waited by the doorway, eyes on Sam who huffed his own annoyance and reluctantly followed Dean out. Clearly leaving his sight wasn't happening at the moment. Hopefully later he'd get some space but not likely. "We should close on the three days he's shifted." Sam suggested. "For monthly cleanup or something."
"Yeah, give him some space. Let the others have three days off, too. So you can have more privacy." John mentioned.
"We'll think of a reason." Sam said. "Family time or something, just us, might work. Invite Dorian and Dante over, that kind of thing to make it look legit. Bobby, too."
Then they left John to do his part and Dean and Sam took in the new flower maze and thought it looked and smelled really pretty this time of year.
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The night Sam lay on the bed, bottom up and torso mostly pressed onto the bedspread. The plug had loosened him up enough and lubed him up well. Dean covered him, all furry and much bigger in cat form than human but still he took it as Dean worked it into him again. Then proceeded to fuck him, pinning him under him and unable to do much besides moan and cry out in pleasure as his lover's Cat side claimed him once again.
The cat licked his neck and cheek, rubbed against his shoulders and neck as he soon found a faster and more urgent tempo, and the bed slammed into the wall over and over as he took Sam, pounding into him and making him cum over and over from the brutality and beauty of it all, as the pleasure and bliss filled him as the rough sex stole his thoughts. And did so the rest of the night, Sam melting as he was fucked harder than usual and Dean reveling in doing it; neither willing to stop nor to beg off the pleasure it gave them to do so.
Sam loved sex with his Cat lover just as much as he loved sex with him as a human. John was right. But to him it wasn't bestiality. It was Dean, in whatever form he held and what he needed from Sam whenever he wanted it; Sam was his and he wanted Sam all the time. Now was no exception. But, of course, that also meant that Sam wanted Dean all the time, too.
And hoped to find a spell that let him go 'Cat' someday, too…so they could have little Panwere cat cubs, too. He prayed he found one someday. Or was able to do so as a human but hadn't yet. He wanted Dean's kids so badly though…he was almost ready to just grab a fertility idol and do it that way!
"Try it, breed me…please? Maybe this time we'll get with cubs…please?" Sam pleaded. And Dean wanted them just as badly so he did so. Sam reached for their dresser and pulled on the drawer, pulling out a black bag from the hex box opened in there. He gripped the tiny fertility idol hard and pulled it to his chest and prayed it worked. He was ready.
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The next morning they woke up tangled, Cat and man. And Sam felt weird. Then ran for the bathroom. Dean spotted the idol and smiled in his catty way. And hoped it wasn't the stomach flu…for once.
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Sam held the test and waited, Dean sniffed it and eyed it as well when Sam brought it to his level, a sad whine in his voice. "I know, the box said wait three minutes, Dean." Sam reassured him. Nothing was showing yet.
John poked his head in and smiled. "I got the idol locked up again…did it work?" He asked and ignored how this could have happened. Grandkids were grandkids, even those that came from a Cat fucking a human. He fought the visual and repressed it, and held onto hope for them that it was positive.
A happy cry soon followed and he hugged Sam. There was a small pink plus sign there. "I'm pregnant!" Sam said. "We've been trying for so long…"
"How long?" John asked, he'd just been told this morning and found the destroyed bedding. Sam had confessed it after puking then coming down to say he needed pregnancy tests. At least three.
"Four months." Sam admitted. "I don't mind him as a Cat, he's still my Dean. I love him in whatever form he has. I don't see it the way you do, John…to me, sex with him, as a cat or a man, is still just us having sex as usual; me and Dean, that's all. Little panwere cubs are what we want, our kids. Again, what form they have doesn't matter as much as they are our kids."
"I see that and understand that, in principle. I just don't need visuals to prove it." John said and groaned. "Your bedding is destroyed…you should change it yourself." He advised. It looked like an animal had attacked someone on it and humans may not take that well.
"I will." Sam said then headed out to do that. Then for some breakfast. He was suddenly starving!
John gave the tests one last look before he tossed them for his son.
All three held pink pluses on them.
Dean and Sam looked thrilled.
And John had to wonder what this could mean for him and his family now.
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(Prologue)
Sam was six months along, and as big as nine months. He and Dean touched his stomach a lot and the rest of them joined in. The babies moved a lot more now, constantly, and Sam could swear there was more than one in there. He used magic to take care of them and ate right. He also slept more often than not, posing as fat rather than pregnant, and ignored the looks and remarks that he had 'really let himself go' from the humans. Hunters thought he just got stuck with a fertility idol while helping them out on a hunt and wouldn't reveal the father. They didn't ask, they were sure he was human, and probably Dean, since he was a very possessive kind of guy and they were married after all. They all knew they were gay and married, hell, most of them had thrown them a party a few days later and celebrated it with them.
They just didn't know everything. The way the Winchesters liked it.
One more month and he gave birth. One more month to see his children being born for Dean. And one more month before they could meet their grandkids and their newest little family members finally. As a Warlock, he was familiar with shifter births, he'd helped with more than his share, still did. He just didn't tell the other hunters that tidbit.
One more month. Sam thought caressing his stomach again. One more month…and his family and his heart would finally be complete.
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Next Chapter: Sam gives birth and the cubs join their family. A hunt comes up for John, Bobby asks him to help him on it. A favor for one of Bobby's friends.