Chapter 7 – Of Lycanthrope & Hunters

.Pre-Series.

Sam = Age 17

Dean = 21

Sequel to 'Chapter 4 – Of Lycanthrope & Winchester's

After Sam was turned into a Lykan a year ago, the Winchester's having been working through his changes and pretty much knows everything there is about his Lycanthrope. But when a pack of Werewolves start messing with this family. Sam's inner animal comes out to play.


I ran through the building, rushing towards my brother. I used the speed I had obtained a year ago. I had to get to Dean before the timer ran out.

Sam

I don't train with him like I used to, I don't spar with him, because I know the dangers that will come out of it.

So, instead I train with my senses. Train with my abilities. I can't train the human way anymore. I gotta train my way. I heard the time counting down, I was running out of time. And once the timer finished it meant that Dean had been killed.

"Looks like I'm gonna win Sammy, you owe me dinner kiddo." I heard Dean chuckle, although he didn't know that I was just outside the room. I barged through the door and tackled him onto the bed.

"How about… I win, and you owe me dinner." I laughed, getting off him and switching the timer off.

"I was lookin' forward to steak as well." Dean groaned, but brushed his hand through my hair, I used to hate it before. But ever since I accepted my Lykan side and Dean accepted the fact that he was an Alpha I've started to like it. It showed that he was happy and
proud of me.

"To be honest, a steak is sounding pretty good right now." I shrugged, I had also grown severely attached to all sorts of different meat. It's like I'm obsessed with it now. But I'd rather meat then human hearts.

"Well good, cause it's what we're eating." Dean chuckled in response. "That was a good training session, but you know you need to get faster and doing this, I'd be dead right now if you were a minute late." Dean added, packing some things up and moving other things.

"I know, I'll try harder next time." I murmured.

"You know damn well that isn't what I meant Sammy. I just meant that you had to use extra abilities within this point. If this were a real hunt and I had been captured-…" I cut him off.

"I would destroy everyone that got in my way until I found you alive and intact. If you weren't alive and intact then I would tear Hell apart until I got you back." I shrugged like it was nothing, he turned and looked at me weirdly before smirking.

"What if I'm in Heaven?" Dean asked, folding his arms.

"Then I'm leaving you there. Would rather you be in Heaven then here Hunting until you're sent to Hell." I commented.

"Alright then, shut up and get ready for sparring." He ordered, moving more furniture. "You know, it would be a lot easier if we had your super Lykan strength helping move the furniture around." He stated.

"We're not sparring Dean, last time we sparred I broke your arm and you were on rest for two months, no way am I doing that again." I informed.

"How else are you going to train in combat little brother?" Dean asked.

"Dad would flip if he saw me sparring you, and I'm already on thin ice." I replied.

"So, you won't be on thin ice for much longer. And he won't be back until later anyway." Dean told.

"He's been pissed at me since we found out I wasn't turning Human again, and that there was no cure for Lycanthrope." I stated.

"Come on, I haven't wrestled you for months now. Spar me little brother, or you're just going to go down." Dean ordered, charging for me, he managed to tackle me onto the ground. "You're not even trying." He chuckled, going to punch me, I swung my hand out and caught his fist before he could land the punch.

"You wanna spar? Let's spar." I smirked, swinging around and pinning him to the ground.

"No fair." He grumbled.

"You never said anything about not being able to tap into my Lykan side." I laughed happily, allowing him to kick me off before we both stood straight. I got my fists out and threw a punch, he blocked my attack and I blocked his. We just continued sparring, throwing and blocking hits, making sure to not actually hit each other, especially me, making sure not to hit him.

I grabbed Dean by the collar and carefully but still training, shoved him up against the wall. Bringing his hand behind his back to hold him there. This is where I had to be careful, I couldn't pull too roughly, that's how I broke his arm last time.

Then Dad walked in, and I immediately let go of Dean, knowing that I was going to get in trouble now. "What the hell is going on in here?" Dad asked, shutting the motel door and placing the bag of food on the table, turning to face us.

"Don't blame Sam, it was my idea to spar in the first place." Dean defended me.

"Sparring. Really? You both know that you can't spar, and you should know better after what happened last time." Dad snapped, facing me angrily.

"I know-…" I began.

"You know? Yet you were pinning Dean up against the wall, probably about to break his arm again." Dad snapped.

"I was being careful this time." I snapped in defence.


3rd Person.

"It wasn't his fault Dad." Dean commented.

"Be quiet Dean, you know better than to spar with what you are. You're a Lykan Sam and we know how powerful they are." Dad told. "One day you both will be sparring again, and you'll end up killing your brother!" John snapped angrily, he shoved past Sam and went to unpack the food. "Come and eat you too." He ordered, sitting down at the table, soon followed by Dean. "Sam." John warned, looking up to find his son still standing there, in the same position he left him in.

"I'm going out." Sam sighed, grabbing his phone and wallet but not worrying about his jacket. He had been internally warm since he turned into a Lykan.

"Sam." John growled, Dean placed his head down, not wanting any part of the argument. Sam kept stubborn and ignored his father, he needed to think. He needed some fresh air, most of all he needed to shift into Lykan and run.

"Samuel Winchester, you stop right there!" John barked out the order, he turned to Dean, knowing that an order from Dean was one that Sam wouldn't dare to refuse, John wished that he had been Sam's Alpha, he could use the orders against Sam and know that he wouldn't dare to disobey.

"Sammy… stop." Dean ordered, Sam stopped, his posture ridged and tense. Dean knew it was a bad idea, Sam wouldn't go outside now that Dean ordered him not too. And for that he felt horrible. He knew Sam needed the air, and he didn't want to order Sam to stop, but his Dad ordered him too. Dean followed by his Dad's orders and Sam followed by his. It was a never-ending cycle and John knew how to manipulate both boys now.

"Come and sit down, it's dinner time and I expect you to eat. You're waking up early for training before school." John snapped, already in a foul mood.

"Dad, I've got a test I need to study for!" Sam defended, knowing that if he didn't pass this test, he wasn't getting a good final grade, and it would look bad on his report card.

"For what? You think any proper schools, or even a college is going to take you? They won't take a Lykan Sammy, and as soon as hunters find out that another Lykan exists, they'll hunt you down. You're lucky we're not those type of hunters." John exclaimed, sitting back down. Dean was wide eyed at the comment his father made, and Sam was equally as shocked.

"So, then why don't you hunt me? Why don't you kill me because it's obviously clear that you want to!?" Sam barked out, eyes flashing colour a little, but still flicking back to their natural colouring.

"Sam!" Dean pleaded, his expression filled with shock. Did his little brother really expect him to be able to kill him? He didn't even want to, it never even crossed his mind, not when Sammy was human, especially not when he was turned into a Lykan, it wasn't his fault that the hunt went bad, those things just happen. But this time was different, because Sam was now a Lykan and Dean was his Alpha, which both had advantages and disadvantages.

John shot up in his seat and stalked towards Sam. Dean was scared, although he'd never admit it. Hell, he even saw the fear in Sam's eyes, Sam thought he was going to die. And within all honesty, so did Dean.

"Dad!" Dean barked out, terrified of his father's sudden rage and need to be closer to Sam, Dean was scared that this argument would be the final one and he'd lose his brother, all because he wanted to spar. "Dad, stop!" Dean cried, begging his father to stop walking.

"You ever say something like this again Sam, and I swear, Lykan or not, I'll teach you a lesson about us Winchester's that you'll never forget." John growled right up against Sam's face, who in return grew angered at the threats from his father. His eyes flashed to their glowing electrifying blue, showing the anger and defensive stance, he was in.

"Is that a threat?" Sam growled out angrily, if it was a threat then whether Sam wanted to or not, he would react violently.

"Enough!" Dean barked out, hating the entire conversation. "How about you both just stop arguing? Dad, Sam's a Lykan and I think we've learnt that if you piss him off we aren't going to get a well-mannered result. Sam, he's not threatening you, he's just saying that you could focus more on hunting and a little less on school work being that you're not going anywhere in life to begin with." Dean added, hating the words he said to Sam after he saw the hurt in his little brother's eyes.

Sam's eyes began flashing their Lykan-like colour, sadness and anger filling his form before he turned around and lashed out, hitting a lamp and hearing as it smashed against the wall. He growled angrily before storming off, slamming his hand against the concrete wall and creating a cracked dent. Dean flinched at the sound. John had started getting motel rooms with concrete walls for this exact reason, to make sure that Sam didn't create any holes in the walls from his anger. He also bought silver chains to keep Sam held when he turned. Dean was completely against the idea but knew not to say anything because it was his father's orders.

"Let him go, he'll cool off." John ordered, grabbing Sam's food and placing it in the microwave.

"Dad, you know he's not going to cool off without me. I'm his Alpha." Dean stated with a sigh, he stood up to go and see to Sam. But John stopped him.

"He's going to have to learn that you're not gonna be his Alpha anymore. He can't carry on with this whole Lykan thing. He needs to at least pretend that he's normal and if not, then someone is going to find him and see to it that we won't see him again." John snapped, pointing to Dean's chair, a silent order for his son to sit the fuck down now. Dean sat down, but looked in the direction Sam was in.


"So, what're we hunting?" Dean asked when they had finished dinner and set up their research for the hunt.

"Werewolves by the looks of it. We've gotta be careful. By the looks of it, they've reversed the cycle, always in their wolf form and only turn human on a full moon, they've found a way to communicate so we can understand what they're saying." John informed, reading up on the research he had found whilst he was out.

"Seems like Werewolves are just getting better at what they do. More fun to end them." Dean chuckled with a shrug.

"Bring Sam in here, I'm gonna fill him in on the plan for tonight." John ordered, looking down at the map and marking off different areas, Dean immediately rushed at the permission to go and calm his brother down.

Dean knocked on Sam's room door, John had begun making them have separate bedrooms, he had always gotten two rooms. But now he shares with Dean and Sam has his own room. To both of their dismay of course, but ever since Sam became a Lykan he's been more distant then he ever has been before, more… 'Emo' as dean would call it.

"Sam, open the door." Dean ordered, knowing full well that Sam wouldn't open the door unless it was an order. But he never opened the door, showing Dean that Sam wasn't in the room. Dean barged into the room anyway. "Sammy." He questioned, seeing the bedroom in complete anarchy, how had they not heard the clashing and banging's. Although the thing with the concrete walls was that you couldn't hear anything past them. He also noticed the completely smashed and open window.

"Dad! Sam's gone!" Dean shouted, storming back into the kitchen where his Dad was. "I told you to let me calm him down, you know that if something happens whilst he's out there… damnit, I thought you knew better!" Dean snapped, grabbing his jacket, wallet, keys and phone before rushing out.

"Dean! Let him go, he's probably just throwing a tantrum somewhere." John ordered.

"Sam's tantrums consist of someone being decapitated Dad." Dean growled, John grabbed some weapons and the silver chains just in case. Dean gave him a look but knew they had no time to argue whilst Sam was out there, more than likely in Lykan form.

They exited the room and ran towards the Impala. "Better off if we stick together." John stated, throwing the chains into the trunk of the car before catching the keys Dean threw at him and getting into the car.

"You're not chaining him up Dad, he's not some animal that needs caging. He's Sammy, and he's not going to calm down if he's being treated as something we hunt." Dean snapped.

"News flash Dean, he is something we hunt, and now, chaining him up could be the very thing that keeps him from killing someone." John stated, turning onto a different road. "Where do we start?" he wondered more to himself, Dean seemed to know the exact answer.

"Parks, maybe a forest or woods. He's a dog, he'd take his anger out on a run, probably kill an animal or something, that's if a Hunter or civilian doesn't come by him first." Dean ordered. "Closest area is a park with a connecting forest, he'd more than likely be there running amuck. Hopefully." Dean murmured. "Turn left." He spoke, pointing left whilst looking at the map he had from the glove compartment.

They arrived at a park area, getting out of their cars and looking around for a black Lykan formed Sam. But finding nothing but empty silence in return. "Damn it. I thought he'd be here." John growled, pissed that they now had to look for him.

"What did you expect? He's probably somewhere else, there are plenty of area's around that he could've gone." Dean tried to reassure. They both turned around and saw four werewolves behind them, a variation of different fur colours. Dean took a step back, placing his hand behind him and grabbing hold of the gun, yet not bringing it out to show, deciding against angering the already vicious looking wolves.

"What the hell?" John murmured, placing his own hand on his gun, as to follow Dean's action.

"What do you think they want Dad?" Dean wondered curiously, concerned as to know whether he should be shooting or running.

"We just want to stop being hunted all the time, friends of a Lykan should understand that." Wait… how did these werewolves know of Dean's little brother, it wasn't a secret in the supernatural community anymore that the famous Sam Winchester had been turned into one of them, but they would have no clue who he is, or even what he looks like. Which confused Dean even more, yet he didn't like what they were insinuating.

"Dean, be very careful. They know who we are." John murmured, Dean took a quick glance in his father's direction before looking towards the wolves again.

"Yes Dean, listen to your father. We learnt quite a lot whilst hearing Sam's screams, it really isn't his fault that we know, after all… the pain he was in was enough to kill even the famous John Winchester." The middle wolf chuckled, earning a smirk or a small laugh from the other wolves around them.

"What have you done to my brother!? He's a Lykan, either way you won't be able to hold him for long!" Dean snapped aggressively.

"Exactly, but we'll hold him long enough to bring you in and kill you right in front of him." The main wolf informed, before both Dean and John where jumped from behind.


Sam

I lay there, my arms connected to the chains above me, I just sat there in shame. I couldn't believe that I had ratted out my own family, it wasn't like I had meant to. But it just hurt so much and I just wanted it to stop. I knew that sooner or later both my Dad and Dean would be here, arms tied behind their backs. And I knew that I couldn't change that anymore, but I could fix it. If I just broke out of these damn chains and made sure that these Mutts didn't hurt my family then I could fix things. I could fix everything.

I tried breaking free from the chains, it didn't help that they were made of silver and laced with holy water. But I knew that if I didn't break free and protect my family, then after this hunt I might not even have a family to protect. I pulled as hard as I could to try and break the chains, but failing the more I tried.

After a while of trying to break free the door to whatever cell I was in opened and Morrice walked in, the temporary leader of this pack. "Hello Lykan." He spat the word Lykan like it was some sort of threat, or an object that needed to be destroyed, although that's probably what I am to these people, some object in need of a good lesson.

"Morrice." I grumbled, he pulled out a small clock out of his pocked, one minute was flashing in neon green letters.

"This, Sammy. Is a clock." He made it sound like I was so stupid, I rolled my eyes at the actions of this moron. "And here, it states one minute." Did he think he was talking to some kindergartener? I bloody hope not. "When this minute is over, your brother is going to be the first to die, and then you get another minute to save your father." Morrice told, turning the clock on and walking towards the door, my eyes widened in fear. "Tick tock goes the death clock." He laughed at his own joke before leaving. I looked at the clock. Fifty-five seconds. Shit.

I tried pulling on the chains, harder than I've ever had to pull before, they were breaking, but not enough to fully break free. Forty-five seconds. I tugged more and more on the chains holding me captive, I couldn't let them kill Dead. I wouldn't let my brother die because I was too weak to hold in more pain and wait for them to find me, because no doubt they were trying to find me before they were captured by these psychotic wolves.

I pulled as hard as I could, and ended up yelling in rage as I tugged on the chains. One of them broke, so I used my now free hand to break the other one, looking at the timer it read, twenty seconds. "Shit." I growled to myself, grabbing the timer and bolting out the door, shifting into my Lykan in a quick rush as I did so. I roared through the halls, my menacing growls echoing throughout the house as I ran towards the scent of by brother. Fifteen seconds.

I ran through the building, rushing towards my brother. I used the speed I had obtained a year ago. I had to get to Dean before the timer ran out. I was a Lykan now, and that meant I had to protect my Alpha throughout anything, it meant that not only did I need to keep my Alpha alive, but I needed to make sure my brother stayed alive as well.

I was now on all fours, charging through the building and following his scent as I did so. Five seconds, and then it was all over. Four. Three. Two… just as the clock stroke one, I barged through the room they were holding Dean and my father in before knocking Morrice to the ground away from my brother, he was so close to plunging the knife through Dean's heart, and now I was closer to ripping his head off. Morrice and I rolled around in our wolf like forms, biting and clawing through each other as we fought.

"Stop. Fighting. Me!" Morrice barked out, before I felt another wolf attack my side. Two against one wasn't fair, but I knew I could handle them.

"Sam! Watch out!" Dean shouted before I felt my leg get bit by another werewolf, I took the time to look around and notice that the entire pack were in this room, getting ready to fight and attempt to kill me on command of their Alpha. "Fight them Sammy!" It wasn't an order from Dean, that one, it wasn't an order but a plea. A beg from Dean, he wanted me to fight, he wanted me to stay alive. Either way I was going to do it, not because Dean was my Alpha or anything, but because Dean was my brother. He was my family.

I opened my jaw and bit especially hard on one of the wolf's necks, snapping it before ripping him off me. But as soon as one was gone, two more came on. Morrice dislodged himself from my hold and stepped back, I moved around, trying to get the other wolves off me, but they moved too quickly, and they were moving together.

"Attack!" Morrice ordered the rest of the back. Before the entire werewolf back dived in on top of me, and I was covered to the world, bits and nips across my Lykan form. They were breaking my bones and laughing at my pain once they snapped back in place before breaking them all over again. It was a wave of pain and panic. Because what if this never ended, Morrice was probably getting close to my family, getting ready to end them. And that thought made me mad.

I knew my eyes were changing now, and for some reason I felt my Lykan form mutate more than it already was. I was getting bigger, and I was getting ready to kill. A gigantic roar fell from my throat and I attacked upwards. Dislodging all the wolves off me as my bones came back to place, then the pain came back. I realised that I was covered in not only my blood, but the blood of the ones I had attacked. And suddenly I became bloodthirsty. I needed more of it, I suddenly had the need to kill, and Morrice was in my line of sight. His eyes were wide with fear, and so they should be.

"No. One. Hurts. Alpha." I growled menacingly with a tone of voice that I didn't even recognise myself. I took a massive leap towards Morrice, firing back my paw before launching it forward and into Morrice's chest, ripping out his heart. I moved to the other wolves. Before blacking out in blind rage and bloodlust.

I don't remember Dad calling my name, I don't remember Dean's begs for me to stop. I do remember, however, coming back to and looking around, all the wolves had been mutilated, I was now in my human form. Completely saturated in blood that I knew wasn't mine. But I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that made me want to kill, and I knew that the feeling was nowhere near good. Something in my mind had snapped, and I needed Dean and Dad to understand how much of a danger I am now. So, I spoke my mind, and knowing me, that was never a good thing.

"I'm more of a monster than I ever had been before. I want to kill the next person that hurts you, or pisses me off. I want to mutilate the next person that even looks at me the wrong way, barges into me accidentally in the street, or even breathes in my goddamn direction." I growled at them, my tone still deep and threatening. Dean's eyes were wide at my confession. "That's exactly what my Maker had told us right? As soon as I kill, as soon as I take a life, as soon as I feel their blood drip down my hands. I become bloodthirsty for it, I have the need to kill and that's what drives Lykan's insane." I growled.

"We'll figure it out." Dean whispered in panic, pleading for me to understand.

"You always say that Dean, you always say that we will figure it out! That it will all get better!" I barked out in anger.

"It always works doesn't it!" Dean informed, looking towards me with sympathy.

"Sam, untie us. Please kiddo." Dad tried to reason, Dean looked at him, silently ordering Dad to shut up whilst he tried calmed me down, before they became my next victims. Which is something that scared me even more.

"I can't, I can't get close to you whilst I have the nagging feeling of kill plunged into my brain." I took a step back in fear.

"Sammy, look at me." Dean ordered, it was an Alpha order, and I obeyed. "Looking at me now, do you want to kill me, is there even the smallest bone in your body that wants me dead. Because if you wanted us dead then you would've let that Alpha kill us, but you risked everything to save us." Dean informed.

"After I threw you into the wolves in the first place! Literally!" I barked out, accusing myself when he was trying to make it better.

"You had no choice, Sam. Just keep your eyes on me. And untie us." Dean whispered, so I did. It wasn't an Alpha's order, it was a request. I slowly walked towards Dean first, keeping my eyes on his, panic filling my form before I untied him and shot back towards the wall furthest from them, using my Lykan's speed. Dean untied Dad and Dad went to sort the bodies out, knowing that Dean would want to calm me down more.

"See little brother, it's just us. Alpha and Lykan back at it again. We can keep you under control and you know that if anyone can do it, it'll be your Alpha. We'll just have to let you kill more creatures on our hunts." Dean shrugged, smiling lightly as I rushed and hugged him, needing not only my Alpha's comfort.

Or my brothers comfort.

But my hero's comfort too.