The werewolf pinned the youngest Winchester to the ground, mouth around the scrawny neck as both Sam and John pleaded with Dean to stop, to understand them.
"DEAN PLEASE! GET OFF PLEASE DEAN YOU'RE SCARING ME!" Sam shouted in panic despite the fact that his brothers' teeth weren't piecing his skin. In great terror he started bucking, trying and failing to push this monster off of him.
While Sam was pleading, John used his most commanding tone he could to his son, not wanting to lose yet another part of his family. The commands weren't near as effective as they could have been due to the shear desperation in his voice. He knew he might have to shoot Dean, but that was a last resort and besides, he couldn't risk hitting Sam.
~Deans POV~
Deans growl increased in volume at the struggle the young one under him continued to struggle He didn't know why, but this…. THING that looked nothing like him smelled as if it was part of his pack. He could smell the raw fear on it, the scent that all prey carried but for some reason he couldn't fathom, everything in him was screaming to take care of it, to treat it as his pup. The human nearby seemed to be a bit of a problem as well, but as of that moment Dean had more pressing matters to deal with.
This pup had to know who was in charge, so it was just a matter of waiting for him to go still and submit.
After several minutes Sam went still due to his loss of strength that came from trying to get away. Not caring about why he submitted, Dean got off and started licking his neck in the bruised region.
The human sounded much more relived now, and made a move to approach Sam. The most vicious growl escaped the wolfs' lips at seeing this movement. The human stopped in his tracks immediately. Dean's growl receded slightly and the human went to move forward again. Gosh this thing was stupid, didn't it understand that Sam belonged to him? He was the alpha, and no one would touch what was his.
Just as well he supposed, he was starving after all, and had no idea when the pup he had claimed for his own had last eaten.
Within seconds, the human was pinned to the ground with sharp fangs hovering over his face. Right when he was about to make the kill though, his pup cried out sounding panicked and terrified beyond belief. He was saying many things franticly that he doubted he'd be able to understand even if his pup were a wolf, but of all of this only word was understood.
"DEAN!"
He didn't know why, but the word, the way it was shouted, just made him feel strange. A word that filled him with love and concern and protectiveness.
He got off the human and went to comfort his pup, not understanding what upset him but concerned all the same.
Now both the human and his pup were crying and he didn't understand why, but Sam seemed to calm down so it was alright.
He looked over to the human once again who immediately stiffened at his gaze. Something about him made Sam panic and that would not be allowed.
Sam was surprised when his shirt collar was suddenly yanked backwards and a cold nose soon went down near his legs. Without anymore warning than that, he felt himself slide onto Deans back. He tried to get off, but Dean wouldn't let him and started running toward the woods without anyway for Sam to stop him or get back on his own.
He watched as his dad slipped away with the rest of the world and only had time to shout for help one more time before losing sight of him.
