Title: Lycanthrope
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, werewolf
Rating: K
Warnings: nope
Disclaimer: I only wish I could own Dean the show.
Summary: "I understand you plenty, Dean," Sam muttered. "That's why I said never mind."
A/N: I figured it was about time I wrote something Supernatural-related, so this little one-shot thing was born )
"Dean, watch out!" Sam cried out, running at his brother and tackling him to the ground. "Damn it Dean, what the hell were you thinking?"
"Get the hell offa me Sammy!" Dean yelled back. "It's getting away!"
"We're outta silver, Dean. You'd die going after it."
"And?" Dean hissed. "Get offa me, Sammy!"
"No way, not until I know that thing's far enough away."
"Alright!" Dean gave in. "I won't go after it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Sam pushed himself off of the older man, standing, before leaning down and helping to pull Dean to his feet.
"You gotta stop trying to get yourself killed, Dean," Sam said lightly. "Please. I don't want you die. You're not supposed to, not now."
"Yeah, I know," Dean mumbled. "And I don't wanna die; I just wanna catch that fucker before he hurts anybody else."
Sam smiled at Dean before muttering, "Let's get outta here before it comes back."
"Yeah, no use taking it on without silver," Dean replied with a small smile.
"Seriously?" Sam laughed. "But you were just ready to... ya know what? Never mind."
"Atta boy!" Dean exclaimed, flashing a wide grin. "It's about time you understood me."
"I understand you plenty, Dean," Sam muttered. "That's why I said never mind."