Little red riding Samifer
He should have known it right from the start. This brainless dare was as dumb as the one who created it.
How did he even get here?
Last time he checked, he was with Castiel on the little trail in the midst of the woods. Now he stood here, inbetween trees, bushes and God knows what else, maybe dogpoop, having no clue where to go. It was way too dark to say when he accidently left the trail, where Castiel was or how to get rid of the feeling of being watched.
At least Dean had his fun, probably laughing his ass off at home, praising his glorious idea of playing Red Riding Hood.
This is why Sam never wanted to buy any other shirts than his beloved plaid ones. They may not be trendy like all these muscle-shirts but comfortable. He actually just bought his red Sweater because his friend, Jessica, took him shopping. Her actual date didn't show up so she called Sam wanting somebody to drag around store after store. She even found things for herself, but Sam couldn't really believe her. He knew she wanted to get him clothes other than plaid, not that she disliked his choice of clothing, but Jessica almost craved at him to wear something different.
That being said, she went on and on about this one supercool Sweater she found until he eventually just said 'Yes'.
And that, my lovely reader, that was the mistake he made.
Dean could not stop laughing at the red Sweater and never stopped talking about Red Riding Sammy. Meg totally went with it.
Thanks to her at this point.
Really.
With all Sam's love.
Which would resemble a chainsaw.
At least Cas went with Sam as Dean brought up his dare. Sam 'shall go with his Sweater in the woods, playing Red Riding Sam. He has to go as deep as he can take and then leave a bottle of whine there, so Dean can check the next morning how far he went in.'
Castiel really wanted to help, but he got himself wasted as he came along a liquor store and 'drank it'.
Maybe that's why Sam lost him about... well, a long time ago. Maybe Cas just turned around behind Sam and decided to go back to Dean.
Sam chuckled, imagining Watching-The-Bees-Castiel staggering through the neighbourhood just to get to Dean. Boy, that poor guy really was head over heels for Sam's brother. Sad thing said one did not seem to realize that.
But all this still didn't solve Sam's actual position: He still had no clue how to get out of here and these eyes on his back didn't help either.
Sam already turned around a few times and even thought he heard steps on the green floor it seemed like he was all alone. Was there someone out here at night? If so, what does he want? Surely not a teaparty. Well okay, maybe that person wanted one if he already went out here at night like a freak.
Somewhere at this point Sam lost hope and just wanted to go back home, get out of this Sweater and just... shower. Or kill Dean. Whatever came in his mind. Hell, he would be rather watching Dr. Sexy right now than walking in the woods in the night, having no idea or plan where to go.
Sam stopped mid-step and groaned. He couldn't put up longer with this shit. Looking down at the basket with the whine (and even bread) in it, he decided he went deep enough and just wanted to get out, so Sam dropped the basket next to a significant big, in the moonlight grey shimmering tree and turned around to go back in a straight line. At least he hoped he could do that if it was not for an unnaturally big wolf with blondish-brown hair and greyish-blue, cold eyes. It's paws had nearly the size of Sam's own hand and the tail was long and thin.
Sam stood there in utter shock. It was already awfully ironic, he with his Red Riding Hood-dare, the Sweater and the basket. And then, of course, the wolf right in front of him. Dean is going to pay for this.
It was quiet, only the leaves brushing against each other in the wind.
Sam cleared his throat as the wolf kept staring at him.
''My, what big eyes you have...''
Smooth, Winchester, smooth. But it seemed to irritate the wolf, although wolfs can't really understand humans, can they?
Sam slowly started walking. First of all, he went backwards, nearly tripping over the basket until he felt the tree against his back. Then he went sideways, kind of circling the wolf, never breaking eye contact. Every other wolf should have already jumped at him, it really bothered him this wolf didn't. Yes, it bothered him. If he would die, he onehundredpercently didn't wanted to be jumped from the back. Sam reached almost the other side as the wolf slowly turned around itself to look at Sam, not letting him out of sight.
''Oh fudge it, this is enough for tonight!'' Sam didn't even realized he said it out loud as the wolf started... barking? Was it really LAUGHING at Sam?
Well, that's... new, Sam thought to himself but used this moment to turn away and run. Because damn no, he would not let this chance slip just because a wolf decided to laugh-bark at him. Hell no.
Surprisingly he didn't hear the wolf following him. As he slowed down, Sam actually found the trail he and Cas used at the beginning. He really wanted to laugh out loud but didn't. The wolf could still hear him and he definitely did not want him to come back.
Luck was on his side, right? Wrong.
As Sam reverted to the trail, he found the basket standing a few feet away on the road. And next to, like it was the most normal thing in the world, sat a man, naked, with greyish-blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. Did he mentioned the man was naked? Yes? Okay.
The man was naked.
Naked.
In the woods.
And he had the most shit eating grin on his face Sam could imagine.