Okay guys, this here is a crossover between Supernatural and Rob Thurman's books, Nightlife and Moonshine. Now I don't particularly like this chapter, but I promised there would be fic, and maybe you guys will feel differently about this chap...
DISCLAIMER: I own everything!!!! Muwahahahaha! - drops head dejectedly...- Oh fine! I own nothing...
Hope you enjoy...
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Sam Winchester was in a mess... There was no other word to describe it. He had left Dean at the motel to go and pick up dinner, not wanting to make Dean get up from the bed after spraining his knee on the last hunt. That plus the fact that if he looked at the lime walls any longer, he was going to physically blow a gasket.
So when Dean had said that he was hungry, Sam had jumped at the chance to go into the suburbs of New York city, and get something to eat. If Dean had been surprised at Sam's enthusiasm to leave, he didn't show it, and instead told his brother to get him a cheese burger and fries, with none of the health food crap that Sam so liked.
So being the good brother that he was, (or the bad one take your pick) Sam headed to the diner they had passed on the way to the motel. Everything had gone fine until he had walked out of the diner both hands full with dinner, and wouldn't you know it... A nasty looking, half turned werewolf jumped in front of him.
If the dripping canines and the scrunched nose were any signs, it was a hungry wolf to boot. Dropping the bags, Sam backed slowly away from the wolf, until he hit the door of the diner. Thinking he could push back through the door, and close it behind him, Sam pushed, only to find that it wouldn't budge.
Shit!
This was not good. Just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, he heard an echoing growl, and from behind the first wolf came another snarling monster. Well crap. Before Sam had a chance to react to the second wolf, the first one lunged at him.
Sam caught the attack full on, knocking him back into the door once more. He could feel the glass crack as his skull was slammed into it, and he had to bite back a groan, feeling pain slice through his back.
Not wanting to let the wolf get the best of him, Sam put his hands against the broad chest, and pushed, making the wolf skitter back a few paces. The beast came right back at him and Sam caught sharp claws through his arm, and coming back with a right hook to the beast's jaw. Before he had a chance to follow through the other wolf jumped at him from the side, knocking him to the ground.
He felt sharp claws pierce his side, and he cried out, wildly lashing out, trying to hit anything he could just to get away from the monsters on top of him. One of the wolves cuffed him on the back of the head, slamming his face into the ground, and dazing him. Sam lay there, unable to really comprehend what was happening, but when he saw the clawed hand heading for him again, his hunter instincts cut in.
Drawing his knees up in the little space there was, he pushed them out, throwing the wolf that was on top of him, off. He pulled back his fist, and hit the other wolf attached to his side, repeatedly in the head, causing the wolf to growl and back off him. Sam jumped to his feet, and crouched down into a ready position.
The wolves stood back away from him, shoulder to shoulder, both of them hulking, snarling masses. Sam watched both of them warily, ready for any attack that came at him, his hunting instincts and adrenaline coursing through him. Reaching down to his boot, Sam pulled a long stainless steel hunting knife from the harness there.
"Come and get me," Sam growled back.
The larger of the two came at him again, while the other one seemed content to watch for the moment. Sam focused most of his attention on the big wolf coming at him, making sure to keep an eye on the smaller on in the background.
As the wolf drew closer, Sam drew the knife to his chest, the sharp edge pointed toward the wolf, ready to gut him at any time. The wolf lunged when he was about two feet away from Sam, hoping to catch him off guard, but the youngest Winchester lashed out with the knife at the same time, slashing it across the broad chest.
The wolf stumbled back from the attack, but Sam followed, jumping at the beast, and bringing his knife down into the throat of the beast, ripping the artery wide open. The big wolf fell back, and Sam watched in satisfaction as he hit the ground and lay still, gasping and coughing. That is until hand full of claws buried itself into his shoulder and shoved him back into the diner door once more.
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Cal Leandros crouched down in the alley beside his apartment building, with his brother Niko by his side. They were following up on rash of killings on the west side of the suburb, and had just caught the trail of two wayward werewolves, who had been cut off from the Kin for a few weeks, to see if they could prove their worth.
To the Kin they were doing well, to the people in and around New York city, not so much.
"Hey Cyrano, you think maybe they're getting tired? I mean it's down to one or two killings a night, and it's been happening around the same area every night for the last week." Cal pointed out, trying to see if the older man was getting the same vibe.
"Same area?" Niko asked, looking at his little brother, asking if he wanted to check out the area around the diner for any sign of the wolves.
"Yeah, what'd yah think I mean Nik?"
"You want to save your ass from getting kicked later on, I suggest you be quiet." Niko told Cal, his tone never changing, but Cal knew it was a threat in and of itself.
"Oh don't get your panties in a twist, Mr. Kung-fu master," Cal grumbled back, standing up and jogging towards the diner. A moment later his brother joined him a barely there smile on his lips.
They jogged the three blocks to the diner, and just as they were about to take the last turn, they heard a growl. Niko looked around and effectively inserted his shoulder in between his brother and any threat that lay ahead of him.
As the oldest Leandros watched, one of two wolves advanced on a man with a hunting knife, and then lunged at him. The man slashed the beast's chest, and when the big wolf staggered back, the man flew back at him, planting the hunting knife in the wolf's throat. Before the man had a chance to react however, the other wolf came at him and shoved their three inch claws into the man's shoulder.
Niko started running for the man then, trusting that his brother would be right behind him. The strangest thing happened as he was running though, the man grabbed the wolf's arm, and pulled back. The claws came loose from the man's shoulder, and he twisted the wrist, his eyebrows drawing together in concentration. The next thing Niko knew the wolf was landing in front of him, and the man was crumpling to the ground.
Making quick work of beheading the beast, Niko ran for the man that had fought so well against both wolves. When he got to him, the man was trying to push himself to his hands and knees, not minding the bleeding wounds in his shoulder, arm, side, and his head. Putting a hand on his good shoulder, Niko pushed him back down, trying to sooth the man, to keep him still.
"Cal, you have your cell?" Niko asked, sparing a glance to his brother. "Call 911," Niko told him when his brother nodded.
"No!" The voice came from below him and both Cal and Niko stopped what they were doing to look at the wounded man on the ground. "No hospital," he breathed, pleading and serious. "Dean, my cell, call Dean."
"Okay," Niko soothed, reaching for the shaking hand that was pulled the man's cell phone from his pocket. "What's your name?" Niko asked as he opened the phone and started searching the names for Dean.
"S-Sam," the man, Sam, choked.
Selecting dial, Niko put the phone to his ear and waited. "Hello?" He asked, hearing the click of a phone being picked up.
"Who is this?" A hard voice demanded. "Where's Sam."
"My names Niko, Sam's right here-"
"Let me talk to him," Dean cut him off.
Handing the phone to Sam, Niko pulled off his shirt and pressed it into Sam's shoulder, motioning for Cal to do the same to his side. "Hey big brother," Niko was surprised by the greeting, now knowing why the man had been so anxious to talk to him. "Yeah, I ran into a little trouble at the d-diner, ah-god," Sam choked, arching his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as Cal pressed down on the wound in his side.
"Sam?" The Leandros' heard Dean yell. "What happened?"
"Were-werewolves," the response was riddled with pain, and Sam turned his head to the side, his eyes still clenched shut.
The returning answer was colorful, and Cal's eyebrows raised. Sharing a look with Niko, they both smiled, though Niko's could have been defined as a grimace. The rueful twisting of lips, lending the man a fierce look even in humor.
"Y-yeah," Sam gasped back, choking a laugh that would send pain through his side and shoulder. "Ah god," he moaned as Niko increased the pressure on the gaping wound in his shoulder.
"Sam?" The resounding yell from the other side of the phone made Cal wince, knowing that Niko's voice would hold the same worry filled anger, if it were him in Sam's position.
"M'kay," Sam's answer was breathy and clenched, but it seemed to calm his older brother down, and Cal breathed a sigh of relief.
"Rafferty?" Cal asked as Sam paled further. With his brother's curt, grim nod, Cal was pulling out his cell phone, with sticky, blood covered fingers and dialing the healer.
"Dean?" Sam's voice was low and choking, "don' feel so good." A wet, gurgling emitted from his throat and his fingers loosened around the phone as he coughed and blood spattered from his mouth.
"Sam? Sammy?!" The frantic call went unheard as the phone dropped the rest of the way to the ground and Sam's eyes closed.
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A/N: So what did you think?? Let me know whether or not to continue this... (No Beta)
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