Chapter four – Pack of Misfits
Sam slid out of bed and paced. "Dean, is it really you?"
"Who else would it be? Where are you? Are you on a hunt?" Dean asked, in quick succession.
"Ummm… where were you?! Also, I'm not hunting anymore." Sam looked at his travel companions as they began to sit up.
"I was in Purgatory… Why the Hell aren't you hunting? Got something to tell me?" Dean demanded.
"I can't Dean. I've got all of Heaven and Hell up my ass." Sam snaps, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Sorry, but Purgatory… really?"
"Yeah, Purgatory, Sammy...Why are they hunting you?" Dean snarled, swearing under his breath.
"That reason shouldn't be discussed over the phone… but where are you?" as Sam spoke, Meg's hand latched onto his pajama bottoms, tugging to get his attention. Her eyes spoke a desperate, unspoken question.
"I'm in Maine." Dean answered.
"Alright. We will come to you." Sam hesitated and brushed a hand through Meg's hair, trying to soothe the demon. "Dean, is Castiel with you?" he asked, wincing as Meg dug claws into his hip.
"No, Sam. Castiel is dead." Dean's voice was rough and Sam groaned, closing his eyes tightly.
"Dammit. Well, we will be there in a couple day, dude. Call me" Sam said his goodbyes and hung up the phone before turning back to his family.
"Dean is back. He will meet us in a couple days. And Meg… I'm sorry. Dean said Cas didn't make it." Sam pulled the demon to his side and into a hug. As he did so, she groaned loud.
"Meg?" Sam whispered into her hair, rubbing a hand over her abdomen, startled to find it rock hard.
"I'm ok Sam." She burrowed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Sam was surprised… he had gotten very close to the demon. She really wasn't as scary as he thought she was. No it wasn't romantic. It was like he had a sister. She was tiny and actually really sweet sometimes. Her sarcastic remarks and sassy behavior hid something rare and wonderful. A demon with a heart. Sam could tell she actually felt love for her Unicorn and her little baby. And she would probably never admit it out loud but she had a couple tender moments with Garth, Kevin and Sam over the course of the months.
Sam really wasn't surprised when the demon fell asleep against him. His hands traced up her back and over her huge baby bump. He grinned softly at the hard kick he earned, and the flutter of weak wings. Looking up, Garth and Kevin were snuggled up together too, Kevin looking small and young against the lanky werewolf. Garth's amber eyes stared back at Sam over Kevin's snoring form.
"Hey, Sam. With Dean back… you aren't going to leave us, right?" Sam was startled to hear the fear in Garth's voice.
"No, Garth. You are my family." Sam said softly.
"Good. I don't know what we would do without you, Sam. I don't know what I would do. I'm a werewolf after all… I need a pack. You are the alpha and if you left, it would just fall apart." Garth's soft words and burning gaze always left Sam feeling light. He smiled back at the wolf, affection for his pack of misfits building in his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere." Sam promised. The crickets and traffic hummed along in the dark.
"You don't think Dean will want to kill me?" Garth whispered.
"If he tries to hurt any of you, I'll take care of it." Sam bowed his head and kissed Meg's curly hair. Garth's heavy breathing filled the room and Sam sat for a moment listening to his adopted family. Meg's warm breath brushed against his bare shoulder and Sam carefully relaxed back. He was just starting to fall asleep when Meg groaned and rolled away from him.
"Sam, rub my back." Sam sighed and got to work.