Wow, I REALLY felt like beating the boys up in this chapter! Enjoy the Whumped! Winchester fun!

Also wanted to say thanks for all the awesome reviews, alerts and favorites. I really appreciate them and they pushed me to write this story to a now own personal record of 55 pages! Not long for some, but it's a start and it still has a way to go! Thanks again, enjoy!

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Sam ran, paws softly hitting the ground as he gulped in the fresh night air, a relief to the musty, stuffy scent of the house he had just left. Instinct guided him, the woods beckoning him so loud he couldn't stand to be in that house one more second. He came to a halt by a small stream, lowering his large wolf head to greedily lap up the cool water, a cold rush against his burning dry throat.

The wind blew softly and he raised his head to sniff with delicate nostrils, testing the night to see what prey lay ahead of him. The delicious scent of deer greeted his nose, his blue eyes searching with perfect night vision through the trees as he searched.

Tree frogs sang loudly, crickets chirped as the stream gurgled quietly, the wolf was home. Pale blue moonlight made the woods heavenly, casting it in almost enchanted world that the wolf relished and loved.

Silently Sam took off again, the night to welcoming for him to just stand around. His sense went wild as every bit of information entered his mind, pushing his strong muscles faster into the deep forest.

xXx

Dean cursed as he gathered together his weapons, screaming at Bobby when he suggested bringing silver.

"He's my brother! No matter what he's become, I won't kill him!" Dean spat, digging out his tranquilizer gun.

"I know Dean, I'm just saying if you have to injure him to slow him, silver works a hell of a lot better." Bobby grabbed his own gun and loaded it.

Dean grumbled and rushed out the back door, letting the screen slam in Bobby's face, who only rolled his eyes at the Winchester stubborn streak that refused to waver.

Dean turned on his flashlight and picked up a jog, using years of developed tracking to pick up Sam's trail. It had rained the day before, the ground was soft and he was able to pick up scattered tracks, following the trail of disrupted leaves in between. Leaves crunched loudly beneath Dean as he ran, sweat began to glisten on his skin as his breathing and heart beat increased.

The woods was full of large trees, spaced out with younger maples in between that were low and continuously got in Dean's way. He cursed as he got whipped in the faces for the fifteenth time and stopped to catch his breath, leaning on a tree beside him for support.

"Damn it Sam, why the hell couldn't I just friggin' look out for you? Do my damn job right, then none of this bullshit would have ever happened."

A sudden howl rang through the night, mournful and sad with an eerie quality that sent shivers down Dean's spine. Swallowing, he started again, heading quickly from where he had heard his brother call.

"I'm comin' Sammy."

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Inhaling the sweet scent of the woods, Sam loped on easily, tongue lolling out with a grin as he flew through the night in pure ecstasy. He stopped often and sniffed the interesting scents, occasionally picking up on a deer trail and following it for a bit before getting bored. His large paws carried him effortlessly, fur glistening in the moonlight, muscles flexing smoothly beneath a thick hide, he owned the night.

As the night carried on though, Sam found himself becoming bored. Although the wolf enjoyed the woods, and didn't want to go back to that stuffy house, he missed his pack mate. A hunt was no fun without a pack mate to aid you, to cherish the sweet blood and run the night away.

He stopped by a cliff, flopping on a moss covered rock that overhung the large drop and creek below. He stared up into the starry night sky, the loneliness in his heart beginning to fester as he realized he had no one. A wolf is nothing without a pack, and right now he was nothing. He whimpered softly as he recalled his pack mate, a howl built in his throat until he could no longer contain the sad song of sorrow.

When no answer came he rested his chin on his paws with a sigh and looked into the night with hurt eyes, wishing his pack mate was by his side.

xXx

Mud, water and sweat soaked every article of clothing Dean wore. His wild eyes searched desperately from beneath a grimy face as he continued on Sam's trail, listening for another call that would lead him to his brother.

Exhaustion didn't come now, muscles more then warmed up pushed Dean back to the days of training as he blocked out any thoughts of stopping. His body was that of a hunter, carrying him effortlessly through the rough terrain.

It had now been over two hours, and with each step his mind panicked a bit more at what was happening to his baby brother. Would he EVER get the real Sam back? Would Sam change back? How the hell had wolf boy gotten this friggin' far in two hours?! They had to be at least five miles from Bobby's house, and Dean had no idea what he was going to do once he found Sam.

He pushed the thoughts away, climbing a small ravine gracefully as he grabbed roots and stepped on rocks. Finally he reached the top, he froze as his breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat.

Not one hundred feet in front of him lay a large wolf like creature, its chin on his paws as he stared up into the night sky with sad blue eyes.

Quietly as he could, Dean reached behind him to pull out the tranquilizer hand gun he had brought. He didn't take his eyes off Sam as he did so, and cursed as it slipped from his slick hands onto the ground, cracking a twig and rustling leaves.

Sam whipped his head around to face him, his look of pure curiosity with perked ears and keen eyes. However, the look faded as his ears laid flat and a snarl pulled back on his face, Dean cursed and slowly reached onto his belt where his other gun was located, one that had bullets instead of drugs.

"Sorry Sammy…" Dean whispered as his brother rose onto two, hackles rising and snarl refusing to leave his face.

For a moment there was a pause, the night seemed to freeze around them, before everything exploded at once. Sam pounced toward Dean with a growl and Dean took his shot at his brothers leg to slow him down, and at that moment, they both heard the roar of a bear.

Sam hit the ground with a yelp as the bullet lodged itself into his thigh, his hurt eyes looking up at Dean who was no longer facing him, but the large black bear that stood behind him. Dean stared in disbelief, a bear, a friggin' bear was standing behind him after he just shot his werewolf brother. Seriously, "what the hell?" didn't even cover it.

"Shit." Was all Dean said before a mighty paw swatted him aside.

xXx

As the crack of a twig pulled Sam's thoughts from his loneliness, his pack mate greeted his eyes. Joy filled his heart as he saw him, but as a large shadow moved behind him, he quickly realized he had to protect him. He rose on two, showing his opponent his was just as large, raising his hackles and bearing his fangs as a growl rumbled through his barrel.

He paid no attention to his pack mate as he leaped for the threatening enemy, a roar emitting from the bears muzzle, just as he was in mid air a shot rang out through the night. Burning, hot pain seared through his leg, yelping he dropped to the ground, staring up at his pack mate with desperate warning eyes as the bear stood behind him.

The bear swung a ham of a paw at his pack mate, sending him through the air before he landed hard on his back near the edge of the cliff.

Sam was angry, rage boiled beneath his skin, his heart beat faster, a low growl rumbled loudly in his chest as his face pulled back in a snarl at this bear that had attacked his pack mate. With a furious roar he leaped from the ground, ignoring the searing pain in his leg, and latched himself onto the bears neck. Claws tore at a thick hide, fangs ripped at a broad throat, screams of pain and anger echoed through the night as the bear staggered to stay alive.

They were inching closer to the edge of the cliff, Sam watching it closely with pained eyes as fought the bear. He tried to push the bear the other way, away from the danger of the cliff and away from his pack mate.

With a glance he saw his pack mate slowly rising, holding his pained head and watching the battle with amazement in his eyes.

Sam winced in pain as the bear slashed at his chest angrily, claws digging into his flesh and covering them both in blood. The bear slammed him hard and Sam was pushed off onto the ground, the bear went to charge him again but he leaped aside to let the momentum of the beast carry him toward the edge of the cliff…and his pack mate.

xXx

Dean scrambled to find his gun, eyes going back and forth from the battle to the ground.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean dug horridly through leaves, he heard a nearing rustle and looked up.

Dean's eyes went wide in terror as eight hundred pounds of bear came flying toward him, not bothering to realize it needed to break. Dean went to move, muscles tensed ready to spring, but it was to late, he felt fur, muscle and bones slam into him with full impact, he tangled with the bear, claws slashing him as the thing flailed in fear, leaving large gashes across his chest until he freed himself…then fell back off the cliff.

Air whooshed around him until ice cold water hit him hard, pain rocked through his body at the impact and he struggled to stay a float. Blood steadily seeped from his chest, the lack of life making the weight even heavier that pulled him into the depths of the dark river. He tried to swim against the current, it didn't hold all that much strength, but in his weak state he felt as if he were fighting a wall. He gasped and choked as water filled his throat, he struggled harder but it was useless, he just couldn't summon the strength.

"I'm sorry Sammy…"

xXx

Sam watched his pack mate fall off the cliff and instinct screamed in his mind as he raced after him. He leaped with full force, not worrying about what waited below, only about saving his brother.

The word clicked into his mind a little bit more of Sam surfaced, only to realize that he was sailing off the edge of a cliff toward a river below. Air whooshed through his fur until he hit the water, sinking below before his paws worked to carry him to the surface. He searched with keen eyes and didn't sight his brother, panic clenching at his heart. He turned around and around as the current carried him further, his eyes wild with fear as he couldn't find his brother. Then he spotted it, a large mass floating not to far away.

He quickly swam over, paws paddling him effortlessly toward his brother until he was right beside him. He slipped under water, lifting his brother back to the surface so he could breath. He rested the limp body over his shoulders and struggled back toward the rivers edge.

Paws finally felt slick rocks and mud, as the water began to become shallow he staggered toward dry land with his brother over his shoulders. Sopping wet fur dripped water onto dry rocks, blood of both the brothers mixing with the droplets as they rolled off the thick fur.

Sam listened intently and heard his brothers soft breathing and weak heart beat, he was alive, but he needed help. More of Sam's mind began to surface, almost like it was coming out of a thick fog and he knew he had to get him back to that house.

He shifted his brother onto his shoulders in an army like matter, his mid section wrapped around Sam's thick neck, arms and legs hanging loosely off both broad shoulders. His leg was searing in pain, blood flowing from it steadily as he climbed up the hill, sometimes taking leaps and bounds when he could gather the strength.

Reaching the top he turned his nose to the wind and picked up the trail back. Limping in pain he began a quick pace back toward the house, wincing each time he put weight on his wounded leg, pain shooting through his entire body with each step.

But he tuned it out as he listed to his brother's heartbeat, the unhealthy slow pace pushing him to go faster. He panted heavily, muscles beginning to tire and blood loss beginning to wear him out with a slowing pace.

Hours passed as Sam carried on, never stopping or slowing even as his legs began to wobble beneath him. The sun was beginning to rise, the first soft red glow illuminating the dark forest in a warm light. Sam looked up and saw the house through the trees, making him push harder against the pain and exhaustion that coursed through his body.

He stumbled as he felt the change coming, but his steps didn't waver as claws thinned away, fur disappeared, revealing gashed bare skin, muscles and bones twisted to resume a human form. The weight of his brother on his shoulder became heavier as strong wolf muscles disappeared, but Sam clenched his jaw in determination, muzzle shrinking into a human face. Every ounce of the nights battle caught up to him as he set his bare foot on the porch step, he slowly bent down and laid Dean beside Bobby's feet, who had been watching awe struck the whole time. With his brother safe he collapsed in exhaustion, his vision swimming in darkness as the world faded away…

xXx

Bobby Singer had seen a LOT of weird things in his life. He had also learned that no family could meet the stubbornness of the Winchester's. As he waited throughout the night, he peeked out his back door hourly and he would never had guessed the sight that would greet him that morning.

He looked out just as the sun began to rise, and his heart leaped in both fear and joy as he saw a large wolf like figure coming quickly through the woods, a mass of a body on its shoulders.

"What the Hell?" He growled, quickly setting down his cup of coffee and running to open the door, gun in hand.

What he saw was a mix of those weird things in life, and Winchester stubbornness. Sam was carrying an injured Dean on his shoulders, his now blue, hazel mixed eyes shining in determination and fear. Gashes covered a furry chest and neck, a stream of thick blood trailed down his leg and Bobby really didn't want to know what the hell had happened out there. Dean hung limply from broad shoulders, his appearance pale and cold. Both were wet, Sam's fur shining in the glowing light and Dean's clothes showing apparent dampness.

Bobby shifted nervously as Sam neared, unsure of what he was going to do, but then yet another surprise took him aback. Sam was shifting, his appearance growing smaller, fur disappearing, muscles depleting to the human quantity and yet Sam didn't even stop. He stumbled as digit grade legs went to human feet, large cuts seeped blood against now pale skin and Bobby saw a bullet hole in his thigh.

Naked, wounded and with the weight of his brother on his shoulders, Sam staggered up Bobby's porch steps. Slowly and softly he laid Dean in front of Bobby without a word, then dropped unconscious beside his brother.

"You boys will be the friggin' death of me."

With a sigh and roll of the eyes, Bobby got to work.

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So what'd we think? In most stories Sam would be the unconscious one on shoulders, but I like empowering the boy, yet still torturing him! Muhaha! I'm evil, I know.