AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry guys and gals. I meant to have this out last night, but I got done with my articles late, and when I had this done Fanfiction was an assbutt and logged me out! I was so ticked, and since it was late; I said screw Fanfiction and went to bed. Ugh. I'm sorry guys and gals. It's totally Fanfictions fault on that. Speaking of Fanfiction. I still think they should become like Youtube and I can just make a living torturing Sam and fixing what those damn writers broke! Lol! I would be okay with that. Making a living just writing fanfics. If people can make money just making a video on Youtube, why not Fanfiction? And if you don't want to do it, you don't have too. Authors can sign up for it, and the magic and fun begins. I would become the Markiplier of Fanfiction! Lol! Seriously FF, make this a thing! And like pronto! Alright enough of my rambling. Let's get going!
Summary: Sam and Dean have escaped John, or so it seems. When Sam loses Jess, he and Dean travel back their Uncle Bobby and Aunt Karen to seek their revenge. First their mother, and then Sam's mate. One straw too many and they have had it! Join Wolf Sam and Half Wolf Dean as they finally settle the score with their father the hunter! First in the Winchester Wolf Pack 'verse.
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Howl in Happiness, Sing in Sorrow
It was a cool brisk night in California. Even for October, it would still be a bit warm at night, but there was a cold front passing through. But it still a good night for a run. The moon was almost full and it was big. Running in moonlight was a wolf's favorite thing in the world. Usually the young black wolf would run along the beach and chase the waves, but tonight was a good night to bolt through the woods and pretend the moon was chasing you.
The black wolf pup ran as fast as he could and panted happily. He loved to run! He wished his brother could join him, but unfortunately his brother couldn't. His brother was only half wolf. He has claws, a tail, and the ears of one, but wasn't full wolf. Apparently with their species, the gene that makes you full wolf skips a generation. So it skipped his brother and mutated him instead. His brother didn't mind, though it made him overly protective. More so when their mother died. She was killed by other hunters for being a wolf, and their father for being human and mating with her.
After that John became angry and would get drunk all the time. It got so bad to the point where the boys would get hurt, physically and verbally. So when Dean got old enough he took Sam away and they never looked back. They went to their Uncle Bobby and Aunt Karen. Bobby was John's half brother. But he was their uncle non the less. Their Aunt Karen was their mother's best friend and adopted sister, since Mary and Karen was an only child.
The two brothers hadn't seen their father since. But they were happy. They lived here in California, Sam was going to Stanford, Dean has a good job as a mechanic and was still a hunter, and Sam had a mate. Well, girlfriend. They wouldn't be mates until they were married. Come Christmas, Sam was going to propose to Jess. He was happy thinking about it. Sam stopped and trotted forward to a small stream with crisp, clean water, and drank some. He licked his lips when he done and stretched. He than sat and scratched behind his ear then his neck, then shook out his shiny black coat. He was getting his winter fur.
His ears twitched when he heard a familiar sound. It was a howl. His brother's howl! Which meant he was home! His brother had gone on a hunt and was gone for last few weeks. Sam was getting worried. He heard the howl again and he howled back and began running off towards his brother.
He howled again to tell his brother he was getting closer and he got an answering howl in return. He then heard his girlfriend trying to howl. He smiled and barked as if he was laughing. When he got to the entrance of the woods and saw his brother and girlfriend waiting for him. Sam and Dean had living in the cabin their Uncle Bobby had. It was by the woods and somewhat secluded. It was perfect for the two pups.
Sam all but pounced on Dean and the wrestled around. Jess was giggling behind them. Though the two were grown adults in human years, in wolf years they were still puppies. When the two were done they were lying on the ground next to each other panting but were happy. Sam then licked his brother's cheek and laughed as his brother scrubbed his face.
"Ewww! Sammy! Gross dude!" Dean exclaimed.
"Aw! You two are so cute." Jess giggled.
Sam then jumped on Jess and licked her cheek with a big sloppy kiss.
"YUCK! SAM! YOU MUTT!" Jess shouted.
Sam laughed again and wagged his tail.
"You're lucky I love you fur face." She grumbled with a smile.
"Alright kiddos. Time to go inside." Dean said.
Sam bolted inside and ran upstairs to change. He came down sometime later in a pair of sweats, a light thermal long sleeves shirt, he was showered as his hair was damp.
"Hey big brother." Sam greeted.
"Hey baby boy. How's school?" Dean asked while cooking a late dinner.
"Good." He said sitting down on a stool on the island watching his brother make a quick pasta dinner.
"Good? He got a 174 on his exam." Jess said pouring herself some wine.
"Is that good?" Dean asked.
"Scary good." Jess smiled.
"That's my boy, Sammy! Knew you were a genius!" Dean praised.
Sam blushed and but smiled. He was enjoying talking to his family, and eating Dean's home cooking. Dean was a master cook!
Later that night
Sam was woken up to a smell. A smoky smell. He bolted up and the cabin's on fire. He heard Dean howling to him from outside and he bolted out as quick as he could. Once outside he saw Dean holding a dead Jess in his arms.
"J Jess. What happened?" Sam coughed harshly.
"Dad. He got to her. I'm sorry Sammy." Dean said.
Sam howled in agony. His future mate was dead. Suddenly Dean dropped. Sam rushed over and checked him over. Even though Dean was only half wolf, he was still allergic to silver like he was. He found a gunshot wound, but thanked his lucky stars. If the bullet was silver his wound would have purple spider like vein spreading throughout, poisoning him. It seems like John was getting senile in his old age. The bullet must've been iron. He loaded Dean and fixed up the wound as best as he could, in the car, and did the one thing he never wanted to after his mother died. He took Jess' corpse, and threw it into the fire.
He howled once more to his love and mother in Heaven, and bolted back to the Impala. He needed to get Dean to the only safe they knew. Their aunt and uncles house. He started up the car and was a to pull away, when he yelped in pain. His hand shot up to his neck and he pulled out a poison dart.
"Shit." He growled.
He pulled away and drove non stop to South Dakota. When he got to their aunt and uncles house he got Dean out and staggered to the door. He had already called his uncle and he was on the porch waiting for his nephews.
"Sam!" Bobby called.
"U uncle B'bby." Sam panted weakly, and collapsed.
The last thing he heard was his uncle calling for him, and he faded into blackness.
Whoa! What a way to start things off! Now there's something about John you're going to find out later on. No spoilers. Sorry.
Until Next Time! MEOW! Sam: Pancake? I thought you were a wolf? Me: Oh yeah...HOWL!