Midnight Moon

Chapter 1

Sam and Jessica were curled up on the couch when his phone rang. They groaned, sick of all the phonecalls and messages they were getting. He reached over to the back of the couch and pulled out his phone and saw 'Dean' on caller I.D. He was immediately concerned, but he chose to let it go to voicemail. This was Jessica's birthday, and he was determined to spend it with her and not let anyone else get involved.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Jessica asked, looking at him carefully.

He shook his head. "Nah, its just my brother."

She gave him a look. "Maybe you should call back, I mean, you said yourself that your brother only calls if it is something important."

Sam shook his head. "Nah, I'll call back later, right now, this is our time."

Jess stood up. "No, I think you should ring back. Excuse me for this, but I have a feeling it is important. I'll be in the bedroom." She walked off and Sam knew if he didn't call, she'd kick him back out here to sleep.

He reached up and grabbed his phone and pressed Dean's speed dial. It only took a couple of rings before his brother answered. "Dean?" All he could hear on his big brothers end was grunting and twigs snapping. "Dean?"

"S-Sam-my."

That one word and Sam knew something was deadly wrong. "Dean, what happened? Where are you?" He clutched the phone tighter and sat bolt upright. "Dean?!"

"D-don't... know... T-they drag-dragged me... away."

Sam was almost completely freaking out. "Dean, who dragged you away? Where are you?"

"W-were... wolves."

Little brother's heart caught, out of all the things he expected Dean to say, that was the last on his list. "Dean, did they bite you?"

He couldn't handle the suspense, how long it took for Dean to say, "Yes."

Sam jumped up and crossed to the window and almost ripped the curtain in his haste to see outside. The big, round full moon was glaring back at him, like it was leering in what happened to his brother. "Aw, damn it!" He heard the choked sobs coming from Dean. "Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you."

"No!" Dean shouted. "No, just-just don't ok... damn it. I'm changing Sammy, on my birthday too! What kind of present is that?"

Sam's heart stopped, he had totally forgotten that Jess and Dean shared the same birthday. "I-I'm sorry..."

Dean gave a sob-ridden laugh. "For what? Last time I checked, you were not a werewolf. You didn't do this to me... Sam, I can't live like this, I can't. I'm now a danger to the world. I got to... to die, Sammy."

"N-no, no you don't. I can help, me and Jess can help you."

"Does pretty little Jess know about what you do, the things you have done? To you even want me near her, even when I was human?" Dean asked. "Your estranged big brother near your normal girlfriend?"

The answer was no, but at that point in time, Dean had not had his life being revolved upside down. "I didn't. But now I do. Dean, you need me now, I can't just ignore that now." He wouldn't, now that he knew of the drastic changes his brother would face a week every month for the rest of his life. "Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you and that is final."

"What if I hurt you, Sammy, what if I bite you?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair, grabbing his jacket, turning off the t.v and going to find his shoes. "You won't. You won't let yourself do that to me or Jess. Its the last day of the cycle. You won't get your poison until the next month now."

"Doesn't matter, I'm a monster now. We kill monsters, I have to die."

"Don't talk like that!" Sam very nearly shouted. "You're not a monster! I won't let you talk about yourself that way, I won't let you kill yourself either. Tell me where you are."

There was a few seconds of silence. "I don't know... I-I was at a bar in-in an almost area... the bar- the bar is called Jack Monroy B-bar and Grill... I can't... I can't remember where that is..."

Sam's heart almost broke at how young and broken his brother sounded. "I know where that is, I'm coming to get you, ok?"

"Alright..."

He said his goodbyes and hung up on Dean, going in to his room to tell Jess.

She was shocked at the fact that her boyfriend and his family used to hunt down supernatural creatures and that she was going to be living with Sam's brother who had just been attacked and bitten by a werewolf, but she stayed calm and told him to go get Dean. Bring him back again and that she would get started on clearing out the spare bedroom for him.

Sam was nervous the whole way there. He couldn't stop thinking about what his brother had gone through, what he had faced and what he was going to become.

Not only would they need a bedroom for him, they would need to move out into an open area, where there was no human's around and possibly build a panic room like the one Bobby had built. Just so they had somewhere safe for Dean if people visited during the week of the full moon.

He reached the Bar and Grill at three in the morning and found that there was no Impala in any of the car park spots. Of course he wouldn't be there, the werewolf wouldn't have gone near it. It was too crowded.

He continued down the highway until he saw the Impala and Dean, beaten and bloody, was leaning against it. Sam stopped the car, tyres squealing loudly and leaving skid marks on the ground but he didn't care. He spun the car around to Dean's side of the road and got out running toward his brother and enveloped him in a hug.

Dean didn't hug back, he would hurt his little brother if he did. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

"Come on," Sam muttered, gripping Dean's arm, "lets get you in the car. Where is the werewolf?"

Dean sniffed. "Dead. Shot it just after it bit me."

He got into the passenger side and almost folded in on himself, trying to keep his shaking limbs from getting the better of him. He could smell his brothers scent even when Sam wasn't in the car yet. The saliva in his mouth was building and he could hear Sam's heart pumping and he wanted to rip it from his chest. He held back, he would not kill his own brother. Not when his whole life had been about protecting him.

Sam got into the car and noticed how Dean had huddled close to the door and was avoiding looking at him. He saw how bad Dean was shaking and his first thought was that he was cold, but then it dawned on him that the changing he was going through and all the new senses he would have to adapt to was making him be like this.

He felt really saddened by the idea. The man sitting next to him looked like his big brother, but inside, he knew that this was just his shell and something worse was growing inside of him. Dean would never be the same again.

The drive back was long and tense.

Sam was wondering what reaction Dean would get from Jess. He pleaded internally that she wouldn't treat him like a dog and throw a bone at him. He knew his brother and now that he was transforming into something else, she might be at the top of the 'must kill' list if she did make a bit of a joke about his predicament.

He felt disgusted with himself for thinking that Dean would actually kill people now that he had become a 'monster', his words, not Sam's.

Dean was still in there somewhere, even if Dean refuse to see and admit it himself.

Dean was a kind, caring person. He was not, nor would he ever be a monster.

When they pulled up at the apartment, Sam heard a whimper from Dean and wondered why that was. The human's in there. Dean must be able to sense them. God damn it, this just kept getting worse and worse.

"Come on, Dean," he sighed. "Look, I know you. You wouldn't hurt them."

Dean shook his head and met his gaze. "You used to know me, Sam. I'm not the person I was before."

"That's not true. You shouldn't let this have an affect on you too much. Dawn is three hours away, you won't have to put up with this much longer. Just come inside. You'll be safe, I prom-"

"Don't you dare."

Sam looked at Dean, bewildered. "Do what?"

"Make a promise that you can't keep. Don't do it."

"But I can keep this promise," Sam insisted.

Dean glared at him. "You think you can, but deep down, you know that you can't. I'm not your brother anymore Sam. I know that somehow I still am, but in a big way, I'm not anymore. I've become the same thing we hunt."

That struck hard in Sam's heart. "You aren't a monster! You're still a good person."

"You and I both know that isn't true. Can you call for a tow and get them to bring the Impala to some shed here?" Dean asked, growling internally at why Sam had to live in an area that was so full of humans that it was driving him insane.

Sam was still reeling from the whole lot of this, he couldn't imagine how his brother was handling this. "Y-yeah, sure. Come on, come inside."

Dean undid his seatbelt, which he had put on in the first place so his hands would have something to do. He got out of the car and the smell just strengthened and he covered his mouth with his overshirt, eventually taking it off to block the stench that seemed to stain the air.

Sam felt incredibly bad for him. He didn't see how this was going to get better. He wondered what reaction he would have to Jess when they got inside. Guess there was no time like the present because as soon as he opened the door, Jess came barreling into the room, stopping herself from going up to Dean and giving him a hug like she did all their house guests.

"Dean, this is Jess."

To Be Continued...

And I think I'll put a surprise in the next chapter.

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