"Sam!"
"Uhh...what?"
"Get over here."
"...Why?"
"You gotta sniff this and tell me if it's still good or not."
"Dean, I'm not a friggin dog."
"In a week, you will be."
"..."
"I'm kidding. Now get your ass out of bed, sasquatch."
He dug his claws into the Alpha's fur and a sharp force sent him reeling.
He got to his feet and snarled before lunging, closing his jaws around the Alpha's throat-
Sam gasped in air and bolted upright, panting. His chest heaved as he took in deep lungfuls of air and the cool air of the mote room made him shiver.
"Sam? You okay?"
Dean was sitting at the table, laptop open and small lamp turned on to the lowest setting. The warm golden light accentuated his sharp features.
Sam nodded mutely.
"Another nightmare?" Sam hesitated before nodding.
"Yeah," he aid hoarsely. Dean exhaled through his nose. "You wanna tell me what it was about?"
Sam's brow furrowed, but he shook his head. Dean nodded. "Okay."
Sam had been having nightmares ever since he became Alpha. Though Sam doesn't tell Dean what they were about, Dean knew. He knew from the whimpering and the horrified whispers of Sheila's name, and from the thrashing that looked all too much like what evasive maneuvers he pulled while fighting.
Dean had off and on nightmares about that night himself.
Once Dean had even suggested going to one of the wolves in the pack to talk about the dreams. Sam had frowned and listed two reasons why he wouldn't.
1) He didn't want to look weak (Dean understood that one; he had taken biology and learned about animal behavior and chain of command)
2) Sam trusted Dean over and wolf in the pack.
And that made Dean feel kind of special.
That was another thing. The pack and Dean didn't really get along.
They didn't really trust him, no matter how much praise Sam gave his brother, and Dean got the feeling they thought of him as not much more than a distraction for their Alpha.
Dean didn't trust them either. Several of them always looked kind of shady in the few times he'd seen and conversed with them.
But Sam trusted them, and they trusted him.
In Sam's mind, however, he valued the pack. At first he was very hesitant to lead, but time went on and the pack just wouldn't let up on the fact that he was Alpha. The one condition he had for taking over was that he was responsible for every single member.
He'd told Dean that once and his brother called him stupid. But that was more or less to be expected. In regards to Sam's brother, the pack knew to follow Dean's orders like they were his own.
One thing he'd never told the pack, or his brother, was that he held Dean above the pack. His would sacrifice every wolf in order to save his brother. The thought made him sick to his stomach, but he knew he would all the same.
"Sam."
Both brother turned to see Julia emerge from the woods, her black eyes scanning the surroundings before quickening her pace to her Alpha. Julia had straight black hair she almost always had up in a ponytail.
She was stubborn and thick-headed, always determined to follow Sam and only Sam. Which meant she couldn't care less if Dean crawled under a rock and died.
"Julia. What is it?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing in concern. The wolves knew to keep a distance unless it was a matter of importance.
"There's a hunter here, an he's been poking around in the woods. He seems to be specialized in werewolves."
Sam and Dean exchanged weary glances. "Okay. Thank you, Julia." She smiled at the praise. "I need you to take the pack and go; head for Bobby's and stay there until we arrive," he ordered.
She nodded, quick and sure before delving into the trees again.
