AN: Gooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! New story! Whoooooooooooooop! Lol. I might to have this out last night, but I could not focus nor think at all. So I just caught up in some of my reading. But tonight, new story! Oh yeah! Lol. So on my profile there's a new story description. The title says all. XD It'll also be my first J2 fic, so bear with me. It'll be different than any other J2 fics, but as I've said, bear with me. It'll be out maybe tomorrow. I want to get started on it because my brains like "Bruh! You have to write this. NOW!" Lol. So maybe tomorrow the first chapter will be out. Anyways, go check out the description. You'll know the title when you see it! Anywhoozles. This fic takes place in season 6. I haven't really explored season 6, so if I get something wrong or off I apologize. And Sam has his soul in this story! He isn't souless, nor does he have the wall in his mind, so this an AU! With that said, let's go!

Summary: Sam gets out of Hell but not by angels. A wolf like Hell Hound drags him out of Hell. This hound is dying and can't raise her pups. She saw the good in Sam's heart and decided he would raise them. She also bites him and makes him half-hound. Sam is now in for an interesting time.

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Out of Hell and Into Fatherhood.

Sam screamed in horrible pain. He wriggled and writhed to get away from Michael as he carved him open and slowly began to take bones, mucles, tendons, and his organs.

"Oh Samuel. You scream so beautifully." Lucifer said walking up to the table in the cage.

"S stop...stop...please..." Sam managed to choke out.

"No I don't think so. We have so much to do yet." Michael said.

Sam closed his eyes and the tears of fear and pain rain down. He jumped when he felt a fand caressing his cheek.

"Why Samuel. Why the tears? You have nothing to be sad for." Lucifer cooed.

Sam just looked away and let the tears continue to fall. He felt the darkness creeping up on him and let it take him away.

When he woke next he heard the sounds of snarling and the two angry archangels yelling and shouting. He cried out when something sharp dig into his arm.

"Be calm. I'm not here to hurt you." A voice said to him. It was oddly soothing.

Sam opened his eyes and spotted a large wolf like Hellhound next to him. That explained the pain in his arm. She had it in her grasp. She had him off the table and they were out of Hell in no time at all.

He gasped in pain when it hit. Michael had healed him but probably had injured him while he slept. He tried to get up but fell back to the ground in pain and passed out.

When Sam awoke again he realized he wasn't on the table, but lying on soft grass. So the dream he had was real. He was rescued by a Hellhound! But why?

"Are you awake?" She said. "I don't have much time. Please open your eyes."

Sam did and gazed upon the large like Hellhound.

"Why did you save me?" Sam rasped. He was really thirsty.

Sam could've sworn the Hellhound smiled at him.

"I knew you were the one." She said.

"The one? For what?" He asked.

"To raise my babies. I'm the last wolf type Hellhound. When I got pregnant I went into hiding to protect my children. I would have my mate raise them but he was killed. I'm too am dying. I've been wounded fatally, and without a mother or father, my pups will die. I can't let that happen. Please Sam. I knew you were the right one when I saw your soul shining brightly." She said.

Sam looked at the hound and decided to do it. After all not all Hellhounds were the same. At least when Michael or Lucifer weren't controling them. They were just fluffy puppies on the inside.

"I do it." Sam said.

"Thank you. I can rest easy knowing they have a good father. There's three boys, Atka, Kai, and Ezra, and one girl, Kona." She said with softened eyes. "Children this is your father. Please be good for him."

The little puppies stared at Sam but made no move to him.

"One more thing. When I bit you, I made you half Hellhound. You'll be able to turn into one at will, and so will the babies. Thank you Sam. Really. Goodbye." She said. She turned and disappeared into the woods.

The babies whimpered and then howled. The could tell their mother was dead. Sam could feel it too. When the babies were done they looked at him and went to him. They sniffed at him and then attacked his face! With kisses!

Sam giggled and writhed a little as the babies kept licking him.

"Alright, alright. That's enough." He pushed them off. "We should go. We can't stay here."

The babies followed him as they left the graveyard. He needed to find shelter, food, and water at least for the babies.

'I'd ask Dean or Bobby for help, but I don't want to scare them.' Sam thought.

By the time they found their shelter it was freezing and raining. A kindly old woman allowed them, well him since she couldn't see the babies, to stay for a few nights. Sam was grateful and they were lucky to find the place.

A few minutes earlier

"Don't worry babies, we'll find shelter soon." Sam said.

The babies yipped and continued on with their father. They went right by the motel and stopped when a kindly old voice called to him.

"May I help you ma'am?" Sam asked when he approached the lady.

"Oh darling, it's not me that needs help. You need someplace warm. You're absolutely frozen." She said guiding him to her office.

"Thank you. But I have no money." Sam said.

"That's quite alright. You need the warm room. Plus I don't get many customers anymore and I'm too old to run this place. Once my granddaughter takes over I'll be retiring." She smiled at Sam.

Sam nodded and accepted the room.

The old woman even went to make sure Sam was fed and had extra warm blankets. He was really grateful.

After a filling meal and making sure the babies were fed and comfy on the other bed, Sam took a shower and headed to bed. He was exhausted. He flopped on the bed and snuggled under the covers. He closed for mintue and smiled.

The babies had jumped into his bed and snuggled with him. Sam slept peacefully with no nightmares of Hell.

The next morning

Sam rolled over the next morning to someone poking him. He opened his eyes and gasped. Four small children were standing before him. Three boys and one girl.

"Papa? We're hungry." One of the boys said.

Sam was in for one interesting ride.

Alrighty guys and gals! First chapter! Bear with me as I slowly explore season 6.

Until Next Time! *Listens to radio and hears I Need A Hero by Bonnie Tyler*...I need a hero...