"It's okay Sam, talk slowly," Dean soothed. Sam let out a small groan. "D'n," he breathed. Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm right here."
"P...p...po..," Sam struggled to make the words come out right. He'd just woken up and Dean couldn't get a word out before Sam tried talking. "Poison," he said finally.
Dean frowned, his alarm meter skyrocketing. "Poison? What do you mean?"
Sam let out a shuddering breath.
"Dean...I..I've...been..poisoned."
He inhaled sharply, eyes flickering upwards to the first werewolf to come into his vision. "Is it possible?" She blinked a few times, racking her brain desperately for an answer. "I think so," she answered in a hushed whisper.
"Sammy? Sam, stay with me. You gotta tell me what you were poisoned with."
Sam made a face, though it was of pain rather than discomfort. "He injected...liquid...silver...in me."
"Jesus," Dean swore. Julia looked sick. "What the hell does that mean?" Julia waved her hands, desperately trying to put words to gestures. "T-The liquid silver could get into our bloodstream, and it would eventually get to our heart. He'll die if he doesn't get it out of his system."
Sam shook his head frantically. "N-No...injected in all fluids...contact with other wolves...they'd die too." Conner put a hand over his face. "That bastard is trying to wipe out werewolves," he whispered.
Then he looked at Julia. "Did you come in contact with any fluid from him?" Julia's eyes widened. "H-His blood...but so did you." Conner nodded. Dean frowned. "So there's a chance you might be infected?"
Connor nodded. "We can't take any chances. The two of us should stay in here, just in case." He showed Dean his hands, and on a finger or two, was a small cut. "I'm pretty sure I'm already infected. Julia probably is too. Everyone in the pack gets cuts from shifting and plundering around in the woods all day."
Dean swallowed visibly.
"Alright. You two stay here. I'll explain to everyone else, okay? Watch Sam for me." Julia bowed her head stiffly, taking Dean's place beside Sam as he opened the door and slipped through. He shut it behind him.
Keith was the first one on his feet.
"How is he?" Dean licked his lips. Everyone's faces turned at the sound of Keith's question. "Not good," he began gruffly. "Sam's been posioned." Mouths started to open. "Hey!" Dean barked. Silence endured. "That crazy bastard inject liquid silver into his bloodstream and the other fluids in his body. It's slowly killing him."
Emma stared at him with wide eyes. "It's also an attempt to make a disease to wipe out werewolves. Conner and Julia are almost certainly infected from coming in contact with Sam's blood, and both have agreed to stay in there," he jabbed a thumb behind him towards the closed door, "with Sam both so that we can keep an eye on them, and also so they can watch Sam."
Dean sighed, eyes falling closed for a brief second.
"Look. I have no idea what to do. Werewolves really aren't my division...but there's no way in hell I'm letting my little brother die in there, got that?" Out of the corner of his eyes, Dean saw Brad nod.
Tom stood. "We should separate, look for some sort of cure and meet back here in a day or two." Emma sniffled, wiping at her eyes. Dean nodded. "Okay. You guys do that, and I'll do what I can from here."
"Julia, you okay?"
Julia coughed again, deep in her chest. "Yeah," she croaked, "I'm fine."
She coughed again, and flecks of blood dotted her palm. "Oh my God," Connor breathed, his eyes wide. Julia was white as a sheet, her fingers trembling. Sam lifted his head. "It's my fault."
The werewolf looked over at the trembling form of her alpha. "No it's not," she growled, "It's that sadistic man's." Another cough shook her body and she huffed in annoyance before sitting down.
Sam pulled himself int a sitting position, his face contorted into a grimace. "Sam, stop. You're just going to hurt yourself more." He shook his head, eyes glinting in determination. "We have to send the word out. Warn the other packs."
Conner bowed her head. "I agree. Even if we're the only ones effected right now, they deserve the chance to try and prepare for it if and when it comes." Julia eyes him skeptically. "Prepare? And how will they do that when we can't, with all we know?"
He shrugged. "I don't know." His bright eyes caught hers. "But you know what? Sometimes it pays to have a little faith."
I figured y'all would like a short chapter now instead of a longer chapter later.
