So that season finale was amazing…it is going to be one hell of a long Summer now!!
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When Dean went to wash the blood off of Sam he was pleasantly surprised when his brother allowed him near, not a low growl or snarl reached his lips as Dean softly dabbed the wet clothe over the sticky red substance. Sam just watched him with those eyes, those ever watching but expressionless ice blue crystals that made Dean's thoughts alter whether this was really his brother or not. Sam was crouching in the new animal like way he had picked up, Dean kneeled next to him with a tense face as he bit his tongue and thought. He needed Sam back, and he needed him back soon. Although he could be his pain in the ass little brother, he missed the geek.
Bobby was wrestling with the dead body in the other room, cursing and groaning as he hauled it by himself, sending occasional glares at Dean for not helping him.
After the blood was cleaned away and Sam sat with down cast eyes, Dean slowly and carefully unlocked the cuffs from his raw wrists.
"You better stick around, or I'll royally kick you ass." Dean said sarcastically as the cuffs clinked to the floor, Sam watched them fall with curious eyes.
Dean stepped back and let Sam have his space, his brother lifted his wrist to his mouth and began licking the wounds to clean them.
"Eww, that's gross. Not gonna let you live that down when we get you back." Dean raised a brow and Sam paused at the comment, then continued and Dean began to walk out of the room with a shrug.
Sam watched him leave, then slowly and cautiously followed him into the other room where Bobby kept all the books they were sorting through. Dean eyed Sam before sitting down and picking up the book he had left off in. Sam watched him for a few moments, his eyes curiously viewing the room before he crawled up on the couch and laid down in a canine like matter, eyes flicking between the door and Dean.
Bobby came in a few minutes later, face red and sweaty and brow furrowed in annoyance.
"Don't help or anything Dean, I got it." Bobby grumbled before sitting down in an overstuffed chair.
Sam tensed as Bobby neared, the softest low growl of fear rumbled in his chest.
"You're fine Sammy, it's just Bobby, the grouchy old man." Dean smirked and Sam visibly relaxed at the sound of his brother's voice.
"Good to see him more relaxed, and not running away." Bobby said as he flipped through an old musty book.
"Yeah, I think he finally had some kind of realization. Took him friggin' long enough, nobody ever said Sam was the sharpest tool in the shed though." Dean sighed at the memory of his brother, his normal brother.
They sat there as the hours passed, Sam not once attempting to leave as Dean and Bobby scoured book after book. Occasionally he would stretch his stiff muscles then lay back down and fall into a shallow sleep, Dean eyeing him every few minutes to make sure his brother wouldn't bolt.
As evening settled around the small house, Bobby raised his brow as he read and then turned to Dean.
"I think I got somethin'." He said simply, it took a moment for it to sink in before Dean's brow shot up in excitement.
"Really?"
"Yeah, should act against the counter curse, however it may put us back to square one in which Sam is physically a wolf but mentally himself. Or…" Bobby read on and drifted off, "maybe we can find somethin' else…" He said quietly, eyes falling to the floor in disappointment.
"What is it Bobby? Can't be that bad, this might be our only chance." Dean said, trying to mask his desperation.
"Says it might mix the original curse and counter curse, it's a fifty fifty chance." Bobby replied as he continued to leaf through the book.
"Wait, so he'd be a wolf with…this mind?" Dean managed, the thought scaring the hell out of him.
"Maybe, it's not real clear, then there is the chance he could be completely normal…I dunno Dean, we probably shouldn't risk it." The older hunter rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.
Dean thought to himself, his expression hardening as he thought of what Sam would do. Right now, he'd probably take the risk if spots were reversed, but he couldn't imagine dealing with something that was completely un-Sam like.
"I'll sleep on it, I can't read another word." Dean stood and stretched, Sam immediately rising himself and yawning, his fangs gleaming in the dim lights.
Night Bobby, come on Sam." Dean said as he headed out the door, Sam following him quietly.
Dean climbed the stairs and headed into his room, locking the door begin Sam to insure his brother would not escape during the night.
"You try an run away, I'll shoot your werewolf ass." Dean said with a quirked eyebrow, Sam just watching him as he went around the room.
Dean laid down to sleep with Sam in the bed beside him, the thoughts of what to do rolling in his head as he drifted off to sleep. He awoke a few hours later, not really knowing what had disturbed him, but he immediately turned to check on his little brother. Sam was not in his bed, but was crouched atop a desk by the window, his figure illuminated in the pale blue moonlight. A light breeze brushed his hair away from his shadowed eyes, revealing a hurt look of desperation as he stared out into the night.
Dean watched him without letting Sam know he was awake. His brother looked longingly out into the night, into the woods that hid behind Bobby's house and Dean realized that Sam wanted to be free more then anything…except he didn't want to leave Dean. The thought made his heart ache, and reminded him of when Sam went off to college and lived his own life, tasted that freedom. But Jessica's death had changed all that, set on revenge Sam rejoined his brother in the hunt, but Dean would see that ever longing look of hurt as he gazed out the window. It reminded him of a caged animal that sought freedom from its life, the same look he saw now.
"Sammy…" Dean said softly as he propped himself up in his bed.
Sam turned to face him, the hurt eyes not leaving as he met his brothers gaze, a softer whimper escaping his lips, and it was then Dean knew what he had to do.
xXx
"Bobby, we're doin' the ritual." Dean announced as he entered the small kitchen the next morning.
Bobby gazed up from the newspaper he was reading from beneath his baseball cap.
"You sure you want to risk it Dean?" He asked quietly, his gaze unwavering.
"I'll take it Bobby, Sam needs this, he can't stay like this much longer." Dean said as he seated himself next to Bobby, Sam climbing on a chair beside him and hungrily eyeing Bobby's bacon.
"Alright, we'll set up for it this morning, should be able to do it this afternoon." Bobby sighed and ruffled his paper, continuing to read the news.
Dean nodded and paused as he noticed Sam eyeing Bobby's food hungrily, rolling his eyes he placed the plate in front of Sam.
"I will be so happy when you're back to your non hungry self." Dean sighed and smirked as his brother snatched the meat and ate it quickly.
"You will suffer endless teasing as well when we return you back to normal."
xXx
By late afternoon the living room had once agin become a ritual space, candles lit, smoke dancing about the room, chalked symbols drawn about the floor, all with Sam once again in the middle.
"Déjà vu much?" Dean asked with a one eyebrow raise, Bobby returned it with a glare and the younger hunter shrugged at his own thought.
Dean told Sam once again to stay as he tried to inch out of the circle, he obeyed but let out a low growl of annoyance.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, you'll thank me later." Dean waved and Bobby began reading.
The words once again washed over Sam, his lids became heavy as he got pulled down into unconsciousness. Dean held his breathe as he watched his little brother slide to the ground, his long limbs spilling across the symbols as Bobby read on. The candles flared for a moment and a unnatural breeze went through the room, the smoke swirled around Sam and the seemed to enter his nostrils. Bobby completed the passage and a single strike of lightening went through the sky outside, a moment later thunder crashed loudly and Sam shot up, gasping for air and eyes wide with fear.
"Sam?!" Dean shouted and went for his brother, but a hand across his chest made him stop.
"Lets see if it worked." Bobby said, brow knitted together in a questioning matter.
Sam looked around the room, long hair falling in his eyes as he met Dean's.
"Dean?" He said, his voice cracking from not being used.
"Sammy, that you?" Dean said, not yet allowing the smile come to his face.
Sam stood slowly, hissing in pain as muscles sore from running around on all fours protested.
"Yeah, yeah it's me…what exactly happened to me?" Sam asked as he gimped out of the symbol, Bobby and Dean holding their breath until they knew for sure the spell worked. Sam crossed the line of chalk and nothing happened, Dean waited a few moments, Sam staring at him in confusion and waving his hand in front of his brother in annoyance.
"Hello? Earth to Dean? I think I deserve at least an explanation."
When nothing came Dean grinned and pulled his brother in a hug, Sam blinking in confusion.
"Ok, last time I was the one who got knocked with a spell, what happened to you?" Sam said with a annoyed tone, but smiled and returned the hug all the same.
"Its been a long two weeks Sam, it's just good to have you back." Dean released him and patted him on the shoulder, grin unwavering as he looked into his brothers once again hazel eyes and dimpled cheeks.
"About that, I'm now just kind of remembering bits and pieces…why is my view point so low in these memories?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow, face scrunched in confusion.
Dean laughed and headed out of the room, his brother shuffling behind with a lost look and Bobby shaking his head as he closed the door behind them.
Once in the kitchen all sat with beer in hand, and began to discuss what had happened.
"Alright, so I'm assuming the first spell didn't go so well?" Sam said, sipping his frothy liquid.
"The damn witch had a counter curse, turned you into the other type of werewolf." Bobby said gruffly.
"Oh…" Sam said and eyed himself, finding his wrists raw and back covered in healing gashes, his bare chest covered in dirt and grime.
"Dude, you need to shower so bad it's not even funny." Dean laughed, Sam's classic glare making him smile even more.
They all sat for a moment, Sam resting his face in his hands as he closed his eyes and let the memories slowly seep back into his mind. His muscles were sore, and the pain made him remember more and more walking around on all fours, being chained to the wall and something else. He thought hard, the throb of constant pain in his arms and shoulders were from something he had done, something that made his heart clench in regret and gut go sour.
Flashes like a vision went through Sam's mind, the scent of sulfur, Dean and Bobby pinned to the wall, Sam pulling the chains loose, blood spilling everywhere, attacking a man with black eyes.
Sam gasped, startling Bobby and Dean from their silence.
"Sam, what is it?" Dean said, grabbing his brother's shoulder.
Sam breathed hard, the memory of killing that demon with his own two hands, hell his own fangs, coming back fully.
"…I killed someone didn't I?" Sam said softly, the regret and hurt begin to burrow in his chest.
Dean and Bobby glanced at one another, faces hard as they thought about how to answer.
"Sam, you saved Bobby and I from being killed by a demon…You can't beat yourself up for doing the right thing." Dean said, trying to catch Sam's down cast eyes.
"Dean, I ripped him apart…like a wild animal…and I enjoyed it." Sam gasped, the memory becoming more clear by the moment.
"It wasn't you Sam, it was the wolf's instinct to protect its pack. Doesn't matter how you killed him, he was an evil son of a bitch anyway." Dean said, voice low as he tried to calm his brother.
Sam sighed and sat for a moment, rolling thing over in his mind as an odd silence settled in the room.
"I'm gonna get a shower…" Sam said quietly as he rose and slipped out of the room.
Dean sighed and took another sip of his beer.
"Our lives are weird."
xXx
Sam let the hot water ease his stiff, sore muscles that ached from days of odd posture. Long hair that was slicked and wet with water streamed down his face and over his closed eyes as he thought about all the things that had happened the past few days, regrets twisting in his gut. Sure, it wasn't him, but he should have been strong, should have managed some kind of control. He remembered eventually getting used to Dean, but the feeling of wanting to run being so strong he could barely stand it. He sighed and turned the water off, droplets rolling off his skin as he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He cleared the steamed mirror, his appearance startling him as he realized how long his hair was, how dark his eyes looked and how suddenly his muscles seemed much larger then usual.
"Huh?" He said as he examined his forearms that had seemed to have gained strength since last time he was human. Shrugging he went to grab his tooth brush, his hand reaching out before him when he felt a pang of pain shoot through his legs.
He hissed in pain as it rippled through him again, causing him to fall to his knees. He looked to his hands…and found thick black claws extending from the fingers.
"No!" He yelled, but a roar followed in frustration.
He began shaking violently, muscles began swelling, fur sprouting from every pore, bones twisting and popping as the realigned.
"Nononononono!" Sam's thoughts screamed as the nightmare began to happen all over again.
His feet extended into digit grade legs, thick black pads sprawled beneath his toes and muscles grew stronger. He panted and growled in pain, lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes squeezed shut as fangs slid out and a muzzle lengthened. Ears tipped and slid atop his head, dark brown fur covered his large, thick barrel and a tail grew from his spine.
One last shock of pain went through him, so strong his arms grew weak and he fell to the floor unconscious.
"Sam! Sam! What the hell's goin' on?!" Dean pounded on the door outside, worry and panic surging through him when no answer came.
"I'm bustin' down the door Sammy!" Dean reared back and hit the door floor blast, his eyes falling on a large beast in the middle of the room.
The animal snapped awake, bright blue eyes opened and fell on Dean, whose own eyes went wide in shock and terror.
"No…"
The thing only snarled before quickly turning and jumping out the window, sending glass all over as Dean tried to desperately to grab his brother, only to find thin air.
He stared out the broken window into the night, a large dark figure loping out of sight and into the woods.
"Damn it!"
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Muhahaha! I CAN'T stop these evil plot twists that torture our beloved Sammy so! Let me know what ya think! Thanks!