Title: there hurtles in that hall-door an unknown rider

Fandom: Supernatural/The Losers movieverse

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Warnings: AU

Pairings: a smidge of implied Cougar/Jensen, maybe

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 1120

Point of view: third

Prompt: The Losers as a werewolf pack.

Clay had been born Franklin Winchester, the second son of a werewolf and his human mate. Clay's older brother was a born-wolf, but Clay wasn't.

They both went into the armed forces; Johnny spent a tour in Vietnam and Clay lost track of him not too long after, when his pretty wife was killed by some vampire bastard. Johnny took his two pups and vanished.

But Clay knew his brother could take care of himself and he had his own life, and he climbed the ranks until he had a team of his own.

Roque was the son of two 'wolves but wasn't a 'wolf himself; Pooch was mated to a 'wolf, but she hadn't bitten him yet; Cougar was the grandson of a 'shifter; and Jensen was-well. Clay's not entirely sure what Jensen was, but he certainly wasn't human. That much, Clay knew. The kid didn't act like a 'wolf or any 'shifters Clay had ever heard of, and he sure didn't seem to be a vamp, but he was slightly off nonetheless.

Then Bolivia happened, and Aisha (such a young, powerful 'wolf) and Max, and Roque shoved a knife into all of their backs for... Clay doesn't even know why.

And what's left of his pack is holed up at Jensen's sister's house, licking their wounds and resting. Clay is examining Jessica's pantry, because he wants spaghetti so he's going to make some goddamned spaghetti. Pooch is with Jolene on the couch while Aisha gives Jilly, Jensen's niece, self-defense lessons and Cougar's cleaning his guns.

Jensen is outside on his cell. Clay can see him from the kitchen window. The kid is entirely too still, his back to the house, phone held to his ear.

Clay's filling a pot with water when Jensen walks back in, with steps even quieter than Cougar's, and says, "Clay, we need to talk."

"Just let me get this goin'," Clay replies, because whatever's eating at Jensen, Clay wants spaghetti tonight.

"Team meeting after supper," Jensen says.

o0o

So, Jolene and the baby and Jessica and Jilly go to bed, and Jensen stands with his back to the fireplace, and Jensen says, "Max's new ally is a sadistic fucker named Azazel, and I called in some backup." He pauses, not looking at anybody in the room. And even Aisha keeps quiet, because Jensen has never been like this, so very freakishly still. "I think Max might be a vampire, but I'm not sure. And since Azazel is with him now..." He meets Clay's eyes. "I can't get close to Azazel without him knowing; he's almost as old as me. And Max hired some bastard mage with wards up against everything. But my sire, no one can ward against him, he's so fucking powerful, so I called him. He'll be here tomorrow."

It takes a moment before Clay realizes what exactly Jensen just said. "Your... sire?"

Jensen nods. "Yeah." He shrugs. "I'm a vampire."

"But... you," Pooch says. "You go out in the sun."

Jensen nods again. "Me and my sire can do that."

He sounds so calm, so matter of fact. Like he didn't just rewrite the natural laws to suit his whim.

"No," Pooch says. "Vampires can't go out in the sun."

And Jensen just shrugs again. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you. Cas is bringing two wolves with him, so Aisha, don't get too territorial."

He tilts his head to the side, eyes going distant, and then he says, "Cas promises to make his 'wolves behave. Y'all are all part of my clan, so you belong to him, and the brothers will respect that."

Aisha snarls, baring her teeth. "You want me to believe you're a vampire?" The way she's holding herself, it's obvious to everyone that she wants to lunge for his throat and make him submit. She's respected Clay's dominance, for the most part, and Jensen was always lower than her in the hierarchy. Pooch is an honorary 'wolf (Jolene'll turn him any day now) and Cougar fell into place nicely, and Jensen was no threat at all. He wasn't anything but the kid brother, the comic relief.

Jensen just looks at her, a small smirk twisting his lips, head tilted to the side like he's nothing but a young pup. "I don't care if you believe me," he says, still talking quietly, so not the Jensen Clay's known for years. "But my sire will be here in the morning, and if you disrespect him…" Jensen's chuckle is old and dark, and Clay shivers at the sound. "Well," Jensen continues and shrugs yet again. "His 'wolves will probably object to that, and trust me, Aisha." He straightens to his full height, meeting her eyes like they're the only two in the room. "You can't beat them."

He moves then, to the door that leads to the stairs. "I'm going to bed. Haven't seen Cas in a couple hundred years so I need my beauty sleep."

Cougar follows him down the hall. Clay looks over at Pooch, who still has a shell-shocked expression on his face, and Aisha, who looks pissed.

Either Jensen is crazy or the best actor Clay's ever seen. Or both. Actually, probably both.

Tomorrow is going to be a long goddamned day, either way, and Clay sighs. "Alright," he says. "I'm going eat more spaghetti."

He wishes Jessica kept alcohol in the house, but that had been the one iron-clad rule Jensen laid down.

Pooch joins him in the kitchen; Aisha stalks out the house.

Clay looks at Pooch and Pooch looks at Clay. "I believe him," Pooch admits quietly, tearing a chunk off the French bread.

"Yeah," Clay says. "Me, too."

o0o

Aisha returns before the vampire arrives and everyone eats breakfast quietly. Jilly plays with Jolene and Pooch's pup, while Jolene and Jessica watch them, and Aisha keeps her gaze locked squarely on Jensen. They're ranged around the den and just… waiting.

Clay feels a little ridiculous, truth be told.

And then suddenly—they're there, three strange men. Two are clearly 'wolves, strong ones, and looking at Clay like he's draped in silver. They stand flanking the other, the shortest of the three, who doesn't look or feel like anything special. He's as non-threatening as Jensen.

"Cas!" Jensen shouts, throwing himself at the third man.

"Jakob," Cas replies, wrapping his arms around Jensen. "It is wonderful to see you again, childe."

They cling to each other for a few moments, whispering in a language Clay's never heard before. After they separate, the vampire says, "I am Castiel. These are Dean and Sam."

The two wolves nod, but their eyes keep returning to Clay and it's starting to freak him out.

It's going to be a long day.