This wasn't a problem either of the hunter's had anticipated. Every time they got close enough to force that greenish-brown paste with white lumps down Sam's throat he would begin gnashing his large jaws together in self defence. Jessica had foreseen the issue but remained silent in the hopes that if they were going to make him eat it then they could at least lose a finger in the process. It would be their comeuppance for trying to mess with nature.
The wolf really didn't want that stinking paste down his throat let alone inside his stomach and nobody could really blame him. Dean desperately attempted to hold the giant animal still as Bobby slowly edged his gross mix towards the animal's face. It wasn't having any of it.
Eventually Jessica sighed and shook her head. This was causing more distress to Sam than anything else.
"Just wrap it in cheese!" Sam's friend cried over the sound of the never ending struggle.
Both hunter's looked up at her as though she was an absolute genius. 10 minutes later, a cheese covered paste was inside Sam's belly and getting ready to do its thing. The wolf, completely oblivious, had just settled down on the couch ready for a well needed nap despite the 3 pairs of eyes that were stuck to him like glue.
At first Sam couldn't figure out why his stomach was burning as though fire ants were crawling through his insides. He did what any wolf would logically do, run. He jumped down from the couch and began running throughout the old house in a desperate attempt to escape his invisible attackers. His large paws making heavy thuds against the floorboards due to his immense weight; he was pure bone and muscle. It wasn't soothing the burn so he ran faster.
He began to howl in agony when he feet faltered and he collapsed in the kitchen but his momentum carried on sending him spinning into the table and chairs. He yelped as it made harsh contact with his flesh. The furniture clattered across the tiles. Moving his legs he tried to stand up but his muscles were already beginning to reform themselves.
The three people watched on horrified as the animal barked and yelped in pain.
Jess sighed, "If you want to move him do it now. It'll only be a few minutes before he becomes violent." She paced off up to her room.
The hunters shared a brief glance before nodding at each other and hurrying over to take a huge armful of wolf and manoeuvre him upstairs on the bed they'd provided for human Sam. The dog shifted and tried to break out but his noises were the most disturbing. The men surrounding him winced at the piercing yelps.
They dropped him in the bed a little harsher than originally intended but he kept bucking about making it hard to maintain a steady hold. A bone cracked; quickly followed by another and another until deep cracking sounds were the only noise in the room. Jess had come but quickly left the room whilst shaking her head to instead wait outside. She could still hear it but somehow it made the suffering so much more distant. How had she allowed them to do this?
"Easy, Sam. Here." She could hear Dean whispering to the pained animal. The whimpering softened significantly, "There, Sammy. I'm here."
She leant against the wall and rested her head back. She stood there for a long time with her eyes closed listening to each whisper or creak of the floorboards that floated out through the wall. Eventually, Bobby left too but he descended downstairs to undoubtedly do some more research on hybrid creatures; he'd been denying his studying but it was obvious. He was surprised to see Jessica still stood beside the door but didn't mention a single word.
Over the weeks they'd interacted, Jessica and Bobby had developed a mutual understanding that made them more than suitable house partners and possibly even verging on friends. They seemed to be akin to kindred spirits, reacting or suggesting similar things in certain ways. Despite the biological difference that separated them, they both were more than content with what they'd built.
It was the morning after Sam's wretched transformation and the old hunter and his new companion were sat at the breakfast table crunching down on toast, slightly burnt, and dark coffee to wake them up. They were in silence as the old man's eyes scanned a newspaper and Jess flicked through the many unread emails on her phone. It had been weeks since she'd checked up on things. Sam wouldn't be pleased to hear she'd let Deadwood be run into the ground.
It was the creak on the stairwell that made them pause and glance up. Jess did so first as she recognised the weight of the step and uncertainty within it. She had stored it in her memory since day one of working for the Supernatural boss. Bobby glanced up next, noticing that the sounds didn't quite correlate to the squeals the stairs released when Dean stepped down. That lead him to deduce that one of his house guests were hauling themselves down. However, Jess was right here meaning Sam, finally human again, was coming to see them.
The woman stood up and slipped over to the refrigerator. She was pulling out packages of bacon and sausages before the man had even entered the room. Bobby raised and eyebrow but had grown to know that Jess knew what Sam needed and when. Who was he to question her life long knowledge?
When Sam entered to room Bobby tried not to wince at his rough appearance. Dark circles bruised his under eyes and his cheeks appeared hollow. The hybrid creature could sense the old eyes on him so forced a smile up for his host. He tried to walk normally despite having to shuffle along as though his bones were made of china and that china had huge, painful cracks in it. Suddenly the tall man sniffed as though scenting the air.
"Oh my God..." Sam moaned whilst leaning back in the wooden chair. His head tilted towards where Jess had begun to cook and closed his eyes as he absorbed the scent. He stood, not quite confident on his feet and pushed over to his friend. Without hesitation, he pulled a raw rasher of bacon away and folded it into his mouth. His tongue flopped out to lick his lips.
Bobby watched with his mouth open, appalled.
Sam notice the eyes on him and rolled his own brown ones, "I have partly animal digestion. Trust me when I say I'll be fine."
Bobby didn't want to rush Sam into anything so managed to restrain Dean long enough to allow the hybrid time to readjust to his usual life. A few hours later, he'd just started to act like normal when the hunters broached the question.
"So, do you know what's happening in Kansas?" Dean asked.
Sam raised an eyebrow that seemed to suggest the hunters were dumb for underestimating his abilities. Jessica, standing beside Sam, notice the eyebrow and smirked too.
"Of course. Kansas. We have three established settlements in the whole state. Two of which are townships and the other is part of a human town. It's relatively new and hasn't let settled itself safely enough that they'd be safe from the Actives." Sam recalled.
"You're a fucking Wikipedia." Dean blinked at him.
Sam chuckled, "This is my job. I'm in charge of these settlements so I need to at least know what's happening in them. I do practically nothing else." Everyone knew that was a lie as Sam was always balancing different tasks.
They quickly developed a plan of attack but they had to call it a plan of surveillance around Sam as he got understandably irritated when they spoke of attacking a settlement. They were to set out at dawn the next day with the hunters armed to the teeth and the supernatural pair ready to negotiate with violence as the very last option.