Setting: Pre-series. Sam is eleven, Dean fifteen.
Story outline: During a hunt with his family Dean is affected by the monster of the week.
Not a death fiction
Brotherly closeness and Bobby in this one.

Author's notes: Unrelated to any other of my stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. Most towns and other people are made up, any similarity to the living or dead are purely coincidental.

The monster inside me

Chapter one : Two brothers plan

Sam looked at his brother Dean in horror.
"Dean no, I can't."
"You have to, Sammy. If we kill this thing its spirit transfers to the killer until the next full moon."
"Dad only wants to have a look around. He says it's safe."
"That's because dad thinks he has the pattern worked out. The thing is, it doesn't have a pattern. The killings have been deliberate to throw us off its trail."
"You think it's capable of that?"
"I do." Dean placed the tranquilizer gun in Sam's hand. "You and I have one each, that way if dad gets it I can put him to sleep until we can cuff him up. If it gets me you do the job."

Sam chewed his lip. It was a lot for the eleven year old to take in. He hadn't been hunting that long and they were going against what their father said for the first time, at least when it came to hunting.
"Look Sam, tuck it in the back of your jeans. If dad doesn't see it he won't know. We will have to use it eventually anyway cause I doubt dad will wait five days until the next full moon."
Sam sighed as he checked the safety and stored it away. "Where did you get them from anyway?"
"Joshua dropped them off last night when you were doing the washing and dad was doing interviews."
"You called Joshua behind dads back?" Sam frowned.

It wasn't like Dean to go to someone else and not trust their dad one hundred percent.
"He agreed to the backup plan. He made them up with Pastor Jim. They both know it's in case something goes wrong."
"You think something will go wrong?"
"Look at the trail of bodies this thing has left behind. It's an Adjule, Sam. It's meant to live in Africa which makes it the most unpredictable thing we have seen so far. I say we go heavy on the backup and just don't tell dad."
"Okay. We can take them with us every time we go out." Sam nodded.
"Thanks, Sammy."
Sam saw the relief on Dean's face as well as hearing it in his voice.
"It's okay, Dean. I know you're just doing it because you love us. I love you to big brother."
Dean squeezed Sam's arm back with a smile. "Love you to little brother."

Dean had his dart gun hidden away just as John came out of the restaurant with a takeout bag in his arms. He slid into the driver's seat and Dean took the bag off him from his position in the front passenger side. He rummaged through the bag until he found Sam's dinner then Johns before pulling his own dinner out last.
"All set, sport?" John glanced across the car to Dean.
"Yes, sir."
"What about you Sammy? Ready to take point on this one?"
"Daaadd."
John rolled his eyes."I know, Dean. It's too early. Sam will be lookout like we planned. "

Dean turned in his seat to see Sam had a slight frown. He couldn't tell who he was annoyed with so he turned back to the front as John put the car in drive. The way out to the wooded area was quiet, each Winchester busy with his own thoughts. John was planning the route in his head, Dean was worried about his family and the million ways a simple scout could go wrong, and Sam wanted to be back at the motel waiting for them to return like he normally did.

Sam had often worried about his family while they were gone and insisted they take him when he turned eleven. At first he had to wait in the car and it was boring but then John and Dean started coming back with injuries which started to scare him. Normally they would fix each other up before they went back to the motel but Sam was now learning how much he had missed out on. In a way he was glad but sickened at the same time. He had been training with Dean for more than a year when their dad had decided it was time to introduce him slowly. As lookout in the car at first but now tagging along and being lookout in the field.

Dean hated it of course even though he had hunted much earlier. He wanted Sam safe and sound away from the job. Sam thought Dean was coddling him at first but now he thought Dean's judgment was sound. At fifteen Dean was a fantastic hunter and Sam's hero. Not only because he was Sam's brother who had filled the gap of father when John wasn't around and mother because he lacked one but because Dean never wavered. He put his family first and would rush in to save them even when he was scared.

Sam knew this because he had asked Dean one day when a hunt had left him with a wound so deep Sam had thought his brother might bleed to death. In his medicated recuperation Dean had answered Sam's questions. All of them. Even about his mother. Sam was pretty sure Dean remembered none of it but it didn't matter to Sam because he had the feeling Dean didn't have the capacity to lie at the time. Sam had told Dean he would never be as brave as his big brother because he was scared of what was out there. Dean had told Sam that brave people were scared but never let it hold them back, in fact brave people did it because they were scared. Dean had told Sam how scared he had been in different hunts and even the first time he had to stitch his dad up. Sam decided Dean was very brave indeed.

TBC