Chapter 11
( warning! Graphic wolfy change time)
Dean drove with his music on low. His brother sat next to him, staring up at the sunset blaring through the windshield. The bright pastel blues, pinks, oranges and yellows bouncing off the thick blanket of snow on the sides of the street.
Sam wears an old pair of jeans, frayed and torn. And a tight black shirt. He tells Dean he doesn't want his nice clothes being ripped to shreds. Dean nods and tries to ignore the line of hunters trailing behind him. He tugs Sam close to him and pulls Sam's head onto his lap. Sam makes no fuss. They both think this is the last chick flick moment they will share. Well… at least Sam does. To Dean, it is an unspoken promise. To protect Sammy. The drive seems to take forever before his father's truck pulls off the road and down a bumpy dirt road.
The sky is darkening into a deep blue. The vibrant colors fading. And as it happens, Dean feels Sam's body begin to shudder. His skin is suddenly coated in yellow dust. Sam whimpers and a fever begins to take hold. Dean swallows thickly as his pants and seat begin to look like he took a tumble through pollinating flowers. The toxic smell of sulfur made Dean roll down his window a crack. Dean's so wrapped up in his brother that he almost rear ends his father's truck. John stands next to his truck with Bobby, yelling at Dean. Dean hardly pays attention to him….
Because Sam is changing before his very eyes. Sam's body shudders and quakes. Sickly yellow and black veins spread like a spiders web over Sam's skin. Sam wheezed violently, and clutched Dean's thigh, digging in growing nails. John practically rips the Impala's door off when he realizes why Dean is staring in a panic at Sam.
"Dean, we've got to move him now. He can't change in the car." John commanded, pulling Sam onto Dean's lap and dragging Dean out of the car. Bobby was shouting to the other hunters. Everyone was a flurry of activity. More than one person slipped in the ice coating the ground, soaking the seat of their pants. Dean dragged Sam's convulsing body into the trees, his boots crunching loudly over the hard packed snow.
Barely 20 feet into the trees, Sam let out a bellowing roar. His skin was entirely a sickly yellow and black. He thrashed and snapped his jaws in Dean's arms and Dean was finally forced to set Sam down in the snow, as Sam's teeth sharpened and almost snatched up Dean's arm. John pulled his son away from the flailing beast. He could hear the scurrying hunters getting into position. This hadn't gone to plan at all… Sam was changing much earlier, faster and vastly differently than the average werewolf. The snow around Sam melted and evaporated before their eyes, replaced by scorched ground and bright yellow sulfur. Eleven hunters raised their guns and pointed them at Sam. All except for Dean.
Thick black smoke streamed from Sam's skin and solidified into thick black, brown and silver fur. A plumaged of smoke collected around his pelvis as a thin bony tail formed. The tail snapped out, black as night with a hooked yellow end. A frosting of yellow sulfur coated his fur. His clothing tore and muscles bulged. His face elongated and morphed into a muzzle. Dean shuddered, trying not to imagine the pain. Sam swung around onto his side as the transformation completed.
Sam's eyes snapped open, glowing silver. His jaws opened and a shrill cry erupted. "DEAAAAAAAN!"
And that's all it took for Dean to approach the 8 foot mountain. John's hand touched his shoulder and Dean shook it off.
Slowly, Dean approached the whimpering, drooling beast.
Last nights episode was amazing! Also, if you love the walking dead and supernatural, go read The Bad Place by Blondie2000. Also go check out my new story! its a tag to 12x01 but AU