So a little background. Sam is bit by a werewolf right before he heads to college.
Little Humour and Little Angst all in one.
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Sam stood in front of the mirror, studying the gruesome bite on his shoulder. He watched as the torn skin began to stitch together and his breath caught in his throat. This is it.
A loud knock on the door made him jump and he quickly throws on another shirt. "I'll be out in a minute!"
"Come on, Sammy! I gotta take a piss!" Sam couldn't help to roll his eyes in the seriousness of the moment. Only his brother could make a sad moment somehow happy again.
The situation came slamming back and a lone tear slid down his dirty cheek. He quickly wipes it and opens the door.
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Dean paced around the room trying to think dry thoughts as his bladder beckoned for release. He goes up to the bathroom door and bangs on it.
Hearing his brother he groans. "Come on, Sammy! I gotta take a piss!" He paced a few minutes more before hearing the click of the bathroom door.
Not a second thought, he shoves past Sam into the bathroom. His pants already half down as he slams the door shut.
Once satisfied he looks around the dainty bathroom and sees his little brothers discarded shirt. He picks it up and frowns at the torn fabric and red splotches. Sam didn't say he was hurt. He clutched the dirty fabric and walked out of the bathroom.
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Sam was packing his duffle by his fathers orders as Dean comes out. He couldnt help but swallow hard as he saw the dirty shirt in his hand.
"I can explain, Dean." The shirt was thrown in front of him and Dean kneels beside him.
"Show me where you got hurt." Sam thinks quick and pulls his shirt up to show scratches he had gotten from the stray branches running through the woods.
He feels cold fingers brush against his heated skin and shudders. "Jesus, Sam. You're burning up." The cool fingers disappear and Sam sees Dean move to get the first aid. He begins cleaning the wound though not needing stitches. A quick bandage applied and that was that.
The boys finish packing waiting for their father to return with some food. Later that morning they drove off toward the next hunt.
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Sam had just told his father and Dean about his admission to Stanford. Dean stood there at a loss of words while John was livid.
Words spoken out of hate, back and forth. Sam grabs his bags and as he is almost a foot out of the door, strong words stop him cold. "You walk out that door, don't you ever come back!"
Sams eyes water and his lips tremble. He pushes on and walks out the door, down the street, to the nearest bus stop. He was not going to Stanford. He was going to lock himself away before he could hurt anymore.
Yet again, Sams life was thrown into an unwanted path.
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End Chapter 1. Thanks to anyone who took the time to read and share your thoughts! Peace and Chicken Grease.