Chapter 4 - Of Lycanthrope & Winchester's
.Pre-Series.
Sam = 16
Dean = 20
During a Werewolf case, all three Winchester's were split up, and during this hunt, something happened. One minute, one boy, one Lykan bite, changes the Hunters lives forever.
Sam
"Alright, spread out. And be careful, last thing we want is to alert this thing that we're here." Dad ordered, loading up his shotgun.
"Dad, if it is what I think it is than it already knows that we're here. Lykan's are exactly like Werewolves Dad, but they're way more advanced. It's more like… it's
hunting us rather then we're hunting it." I informed, trying to tell both Dean and Dad that being careful isn't gonna matter when this thing shows itself.
"Don't back-chat Sam. I expect you to listen to me. Now, go with your brother and you both will shoot the flare if you see it, I'll do the same. Go!" He ordered again, and like always he ignored me.
"Dean, we gotta be careful okay? This thing could be more dangerous than a Wendigo." I informed, pleading him to listen to me.
"More of your Lykan stories." Dean sighed, basically and silently telling me to shut up.
"Yes! More of my Lykan stories. Both Werewolves and Lykan's come from the lycanthrope Dean, they both mutated from Shifters. Except very few of the Werewolves evolved into Lykan's, a much more advanced species. I don't think just one silver bullet will kill it. I was researching and-…" I was cut off from my speech.
"Can you stop?! All your chatting is going to let this Werewolf know we're here! And then one of us will get hurt when it gets the jump on us!" Dean snapped, stopping his walk and turning around to face me in anger. He put emphasis on the Werewolf, telling me that he didn't believe me.
"You don't believe me?" I asked, just to make sure he really didn't believe me.
"No! Lykan's aren't real, they're just a story that Daddy Werewolves told their Baby Werewolves before going to sleep at night. Just drop it Sam." Dean ordered.
"What?... Lykan's aren't… what?" I was speechless, he just told me that Lykan's weren't real. "Since when did we stop believing in the supernatural Dean?" I snapped angrily. Not only did he not believe me, but he told me the same thing that he used to tell me when I was five. 'Monster's aren't real Sammy. Nothin' to be afraid of.' "You're really gonna throw that back at me? I'm not a kid anymore and I'm allowed to believe what I want! You just wait Dean, this thing is gonna come out, it's gonna be a Lykan and I'm gonna say I told you so!" I raged out, screaming by the end of my sentence.
"Oh, that's just like you. When something doesn't go your way, you rage out. And then when it does go your way you get snarky. Well guess what my selfish little brother. This world doesn't revolve around you or your stupid mind. In fact, it probably doesn't care whether you're alive or not! So, go bury your head in the dirt and wait for your fucking mystical Lykan to show itself!" Dean barked out, yelling. I stopped yelling, yeah sure, his words hurt. But surely, he didn't mean them? Right?
"You're so wrapped up in your own mind that you don't even realise how useless you are to this family." That was the last thing he said before storming off. I was in shock, I couldn't even move. Frozen solid where I stood.
-Useless to this family.-
-Stupid mind.-
-Selfish little brother.-
-Bury your head in the dirt and wait for your fucking mystical Lykan!-
Tears blurred my vision, I could barely see. And then when I could, and when I was okay and able to move. I couldn't see Dean anywhere.
"Dean!" I tried calling, not knowing whether he didn't respond because he was ignoring me, whether he hated me, or whether he was just too far to hear. Or maybe he got caught. "DEAN!" I called out again, cupping my hands around my mouth to create more of an echo.
I heard a rustling from behind me, turning around quickly I saw a pair of red glowing eyes. "DEAN!" I screamed out fearfully. He wouldn't leave me alone with this thing? Would he?
I hastily took two steps back, turned around and ran. I had to get in light somewhere, I couldn't see anything in the dark. "Dean!" I shouted, hoping he could hear me. When I didn't get a response, I knew I had to come up with a plan on my own. Looking around me, and I couldn't find anything that would help. All I had was a hunting knife, pistol, shotgun, a spare clip of silver bullets, holy water, salt, a spare flare, compass, small first aid kit that I had managed to attach to my back with rope, and the rope that I used to attach it with.
"Okay Sammy, think. Lykan's can shift whenever, painful shifts on the luna-cycle, heals fast, speed, strength, adrenaline, claws, canines, reflexes, one bite turns, one snap kills. What kills them? Come on Sam what kills a Lykan? Think you moron?!" I snapped at myself, going through everything in my head, trying to find something that would give me the advantage, I could hear its growls. And I knew it was basically right in front of me.
-Bury your head in the dirt and wait for your fucking mystical Lykan!-
-Useless to this family.-
-Stupid mind.-
-Useless to this family.-
-Selfish little brother.-
-Useless to this family.-
-Useless to this family.-
-Bury your head in the dirt and wait for your fucking mystical Lykan!-
"NO!" I roared, the growls of the Lykan coming to a halt immediately, did I scare it? Good. "I will not run! You will not scare me away! I. Will. Destroy. You!" I roared out, coming up with a plan. "What kills Lykan's? Get rid of the heart, decapitate the head, mutilate the body, and roast the bitch." I growled, surprisingly sounding more like Dean then myself, but if I was going to survive this one-off with a bloody Lykan, then I couldn't be Sweet Sammy right now. I had to be a ruthless soldier, I had to be like Dean. I had to be like Dad. Heartless, ruthless, soldiers.
I heard a huff, confusion spread through me. What was it huffing at? Was it laughing at me? I grabbed the flare and scratched it roughly on a rock, illuminating it. I could see, and I was right. It was a Lykan. The pictures didn't do the size justice. It was bloody just bigger than me. In my shock I stepped back, grabbing my pistol as I did so. I didn't want to aggravate it, but I did however want to kill it. "Oh shit." I murmured, looking deep into its glowing red eyes. I quickly swung the pistol and aimed at its heart. Firing the trigger, twice. It dodged both the bullets. "Shit. Reflexes." I murmured, in its anger it turned and rammed its head into my chest, sending me flying back, I dropped both the flare and the gun. "Strength." I groaned out after colliding into a tree.
"Sam!" I heard the faint call from Dean, he was close. He was following the flare, and I think the Lykan caught onto it. He started heading for the flare, it was the only way I would get found. I stood and tried running for the flare, but it got to it in top speed and stepped on it, extinguishing the flare.
"Speed." I huffed in astonishment. I was dead meat. But if I had learnt anything, it was that a Winchester didn't go out unless they went out guns blazing. When the Lykan moved away from the flare, I noticed a slight illumination. I could light it again, I just needed to get it away. I grabbed the rope, dropping the med-kit on the ground. This wouldn't hold, but it was going to give me the moments I needed to relight the flare fully and try and fire it off.
"Sam!" Was that Dad? It sounded closer, more urgent, but in the same direction Dean's voice was. They had found each other. And then probably saw the illumination from the flare. Wasting no time, I ran around the Lykan, confusing it in its mind but tying it up in mine. Once I had the rope around its neck, I tied it to the tree behind it. The Lykan realised what I was doing, and growled out menacingly. It went to pounce, then realised that it was tied, I got out the salt and holy water before drenching the rope in it. It would at least give me just a little bit more time to set the flare.
I ran to the flare, falling to the ground and grabbing it before scratching it roughly on the rock again, I placed the flare in the shotgun so only half of the flare could still be seen. "Please work." I begged before shooting the flare in the sky, it didn't go as far as it would've if I had the flare gun that Dad gave Dean, but it went further than the canopy, and that's all I wanted.
"Sammy!" That was Dean, he sounded panicked, but he also sounded just beyond the third group of trees, he was right there.
"Dean!" I called, turning in the direction I heard his voice, I could see him now, his silhouette, the flare came down and landed on the ground, slightly lighting up the area enough so I could see him. The Lykan had realised what I had done, I had called in backup. And by the sounds of it, the Lykan was angry.
"What in the world?" Dad murmured, wide eyed at the creature.
"Sam! Look out!" Dean yelled in pure panic, I turned around swiftly, but it was too late, the Lykan had broken free and tackled me to the ground, biting my shoulder in the process and using it's claws to carve my body. I screamed out in torture. GOD! It hurt so bad.
"GAAAHHHHHH!" I continued, the Lykan wasn't letting go, and it was shaking its head to create more pain, ripping off some flesh before I just felt numb, I suppose my body was just in too much pain and switched it off. Or I was dying.
"Sammy!" Dean barked out.
"Dean no!" I heard gunshots, and faintly saw the Lykan bolt away.
"GAAHHH!" I screamed, feeling a sizzling in the wound on the shoulder, I arched my back, needing the pain to go away, I could feel myself twitching on a massive scale, just needing the constant movement to be rid of the further pain. The sizzling continued, getting worse and worse. "AAAHHHH!" I screamed, high pitched and loud. Because it hurt so badly, I couldn't think past the pain, I couldn't think of what Dean was saying, I couldn't think of the Lykan, nothing was making sense but the pain.
It… just… hurt.
Dean
"Sammy. Oh god. Dad, what do I do? Dad?" I pleaded, needing his help. "There's blood everywhere, Sammy." I pleaded for Sam to be okay. I could hear his shoulder wound sizzling, Sam just continued to scream, move uncontrollably in pain.
"What was that thing?" Dad asked in astonishment, he was off to the side, watching where the creature ran off too.
"Sam was right." I whispered, looking down at Sammy. "All this time you were actually right. Lykan's are real. Dad! It was a Lykan." I snapped, looking at Dad briefly before turning my attention back to my smart little brother.
"Lykan, what do we know about Lykan's? How do we kill them?" Dad asked, I was swamped, I had no clue. I didn't even know Lykan's were real until one just ripped out my brother's shoulder and carved his skin like some carving pumpkin.
"I don't know, everything we know about Lykan's lies in Sam's mind because none of us wanted to hear what we had to say. I was too wrapped up in following your orders and hearing what you were saying to even believe in the possibility of Lykan's." I snapped, angry at Dad. I was angry, I was worried. I was scared, not that I would ever admit that to Sammy. But, he looked like… death. His skin was unnaturally pale, he was sweating and bleeding everywhere, his eyes here dilated, shivering and small spasms wracked his form like he was on fire. Hell, it probably felt like that.
"Sammy?" Dad tried getting through to him, but I knew it was no use.
"Dad, we can't get through to him. I don't know what to do? I have no clue… WHY IS HIS SHOULDER STILL SIZZLING!" I barked out the final sentence, stopping what I was going to say when I looked back down at his shoulder. The skin around his shoulder was peeling, it looked like he was dying. "Is this some sort of venom thing Sammy. You need to respond to me so I know what to do?" I pleaded, tears in my eyes. Sam was dying right before my eyes and I couldn't do anything to stop it, we were way to far from anything to be able to get any sort of signal. Even if we did, even if someone did come, by the time they got here. Sam…
"No. I refuse to believe that you're gonna die. Dad, we've gotta move him. Take him to a hospital." I ordered.
"And if we do that, they mind be able to stitch up the carvings but they aren't going to be able to help with a supernatural induced wound. By the looks of it it's venom Dean. We can't move him, he'll bleed out or just pass out from pain, probably go into a coma. And die. We're best finding this Lykan and making it turn human to tell us how we can help him." Dad snapped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Sammy was dying and all Dad was worried about was finding this Lykan, getting information about his kind and killing him. Dad was more worried about the hunt than a possibly dying kid. HIS KID!
"You won't have to hunt far." A man from the shadows murmured, walking out I could barely see through the illumination of the flare, but he was big, and he was gonna die. I was gonna kill him.
"You son of a bitch!" I barked out, standing up and rushing towards him. His reflexes kicked in and he grabbed my throat. Flinging me back, I smacked my head into a tree, and my world went black.
John
I would've run towards the Lykan, but Dean just proved what a stupid move it would've been.
"John Winchester, you're supposed to be one of the best hunters around. Pity you wouldn't be able to handle a little old Lykan." He taunted, making my rage boil. Another scream tore from Sam's throat, although they were getting quieter, which wasn't a good sign.
"Your youngest however, he almost had me. Probably would've too, if you and Dean over there hadn't distracted him. Thank you for that by the way. I managed to do exactly what had to be done. He's a strong one, loyal and protective." The Lykan looked towards Sam with a possessive look in his eye, one that I really didn't wanna see. "He'll make a fine addition." He smirked, turning back to face me.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked, regretting the question as soon as it left my lips.
-Man up Winchester! You need to run this fucker into the ground! Not play games! Kill him! You know what you're supposed to be doing! Do it!-
Yet, because I didn't listen to my son in the first place, I had no clue how to kill a Lykan.
"He's in transition. I did go a little overboard I'll admit that. But I was more than a little angry. After all he was trying to kill me. And it won't matter, as soon as the transition is over, he'll be most loyal to me." The Lykan smirked, before running behind the trees. Hidden in the darkness, yet I knew he was still there.
"Transition… to what?" I growled out, secretly knowing what this sick bastard had done to my son, yet wanting to hear the words out loud.
"Lykan." Was the only whisper I heard from behind me before I blacked out.
3rd Person
Dean woke, groaning inwardly at the sudden sharp pain in his head. He went to place a hand to his head to try and ease the pain, only to realise that he couldn't. His hands here shackled above him. His eyes widened immediately and looked around him, trying to gather his surroundings. Trees, a bonfire. Where was he? Was he in a bar fight and got kidnapped? Was he just kidnapped walking home? Was this some hunt gone wrong? If this was a hunt gone wrong, then his Dad would find him? But then, where was Sam? Sam… … …
"SAM!" Dean screamed, memories of recent events flooding back to him, these were the memories he knew he needed but didn't want to remember. Where was his little brother? Where was his Dad? Where was he? Looking around the room he suddenly spotted his Dad, shackled to the tree beside him.
"Dad! Dad wake up!" Dean barked his own little order. Wishing his father would wake up, pleading that nothing bad was wrong. John just groaned in response. Dean huffed in relief, half relief. Where was Sammy?
"Sammy!" Dean called, trying to earn a response. If he was bought somewhere different than where was Sam? If this Lykan had taken him away, and left Sam vulnerable and alone. Left Sam to die scared and alone, then Dean was going to give this Lykan hell to pay. Scratch that, either way, this Lykan had hell to pay.
"Sam!" Dean screamed again.
"Shut up…" A voice groaned out, Dean looked towards the bonfire, beside it, leaning against the tree. The Lykan, he was in human form, but it was still the Lykan. "You make far too much noise." He hummed, turning the stick above the bonfire, in response turned whatever animal was cooking above it.
"Where the hell is Sam? I'll kill you!" Dean growled out angrily.
"Shut up my God you're too noisy. I'm glad I chose your brother, the quiet one, instead of you. Your brother is exactly where you left him. Maybe not in the same piece, but we'll just have to see when Sammy pays us a visit." Lykan chuckled excitedly. So, Sammy was okay?
"You healed him?" Dean asked, relieved that Sam wasn't going to die.
"In a way, yes." Lykan smirked. The way he said it, Dean knew there was more to the story.
"What did you do to him?" Dean growled, not really wanting to know the answer but needing to know it anyway.
"I turned him." Lykan smiled, walking to a pile of wood and grabbing two sticks. "You see, there aren't many of us Lykan's left out there. Some Lykan's are Alpha's of nearby Werewolf packs, others like me are left alone. Considered outcasts." Lykan began his story.
"Boohoo." Dean mocked, earning a look that basically said, 'shut up or die'. So, Dean took the option that would let him see Sammy again.
"My parents were Hunters, but I was born a Lykan. And when they found out what I was… my Mom loved me, even though she was a Hunter she still promised to protect me, my Dad however was less then optimistic. Tried to get me killed, never had my back. I was always treated as the outcast in school, beat up, thrown to the ground like nothing. My Mom made me promise never to fight back, because as soon as you get your first kill, human blood on your hands for the first time, it's the best feeling in the world and you just crave to continue." Lykan chuckled in a way that made Dean shiver.
"I don't wanna hear this." John growled, Dean jumped, looking towards his Dad and noticing that he was awake now.
"Too bad! You're gonna know my origin. You must know why I chose Sam!" Lykan barked out angrily, he had tears in his eyes. But still, Dean didn't feel the least bit sorry for him.
"I never fought back against the kids at school. I came home with covered in blood and bruises. One day I came home, my Mom was dead and my Dad… he was in Lykan form. He hated me because he hated what he became, and when he saw my eyes he saw himself. I had always had this Alpha type bond with my Dad, kinda like you two. I followed his rules, did exactly what he asked, I was a soldier. But when he killed my Mom something snapped. And I became who Sam is, I rebelled, always asked questions. The difference between Sam and I is I did it for the bloodlust, he does it because he's confused." Lykan growled.
"You are nothing like my family! Nothing like me! Nothing like Sammy!" Dean lashed out angrily.
"You're right. I am nothing like either of you. But when I looked at Sammy, when he saw my eyes holding fear, after you both had your little argument. I could only see the same fear, the same sadness that I had in my eyes whenever I looked in the mirror. I looked at Sam, and I saw myself. He's an outcast, always has been. He's an outcast in his family because he likes school, and he's an outcast at school because he likes hunting. I was the exact same. So, I thought why not turn him. He'll be loyal to me, even more loyal then he ever was to you. But to make it so… I must kill you, make him believe that you left him, make him angry. Make him vengeful to humanity. Then, and only then. Will he join me." Lykan held his hands out, revealing the hunting knife that John had given to Sam. He walked towards Dean, placing the knife at Dean's throat.
"You may have turned me." A voice began from behind them. It was strong, yet Dean noticed the depression. "But you'll never have my loyalty, you'll never have my family." It growled, holding a menacing tone that made both Dean and John shiver. They recognised the voice, but it echoed through the small clearing they were in. Unable to find the owner of the voice. Even Lykan was looking around the campsite in confusion.
"Where are you my boy?" Lykan questioned happily. Releasing his hold on Dean, John growled at the words Lykan used. He didn't belong to Lykan! He was John's boy!
"Come find me… Alpha." The last word had Dean and John's eyes widened, he considered Lykan an Alpha. Whether he wanted to believe it himself or not, he would always be loyal to his Alpha.
"Sammy." Lykan smiled kindly before rushing away, turning into his Lykan form. Once alone, Dean tried to get out of his shackles.
"We gotta help Sam." Dean ground his teeth together, looking up at the shackles as he tried to let himself free.
"You know as well as I do what Sam has become. And what he will become once he kills a human, you know exactly what he's gonna turn into. He's loyal to a Lykan now." John murmured sadly.
"So, what?! You just give up! Hell to that! A Winchester doesn't give up until they die guns blazin' Dad! You know that!" Dean snapped, trying to get inside his father's mind, make him believe that Sammy wasn't purely gone. He heard a snap of branches, and looked towards the noise. He saw Sam crouched down, obviously having hidden in the trees or something, just landing on the ground. Sam stood up, yet didn't look at Dean or his Dad. He walked towards Dean and grabbed the shackles, ripping them apart before doing the same to John's.
"We don't have much time." Sam whispered, looking around the area. He was completely healed, except for a scar on his shoulder, in the form of a bite mark. But for some reason both the older Winchester's knew that the bite mark wasn't gonna go away.
"Sammy, look at me little brother." Dean murmured, grabbing the sides of Sam's face and making him look up in Dean's eyes. Sam was crying. "I did not mean anything I said to you before the attack okay. I love you little brother. Always and forever. I don't care if you're some awesome, badass Lykan okay. The entire Lycanthrope are pretty badass. You and me Sammy." Dean reassured, Sam smiled lightly, taking in Dean's words and believing them. He just didn't want to believe that he was now a monster.
"We need to find that Lykan. Now." John ordered, not looking at Sam, he couldn't face his kid. Especially knowing what he had become.
"Just like my own father. Couldn't even consider the fact that I hadn't changed, the only thing that changed was that I was no longer human." Lykan stated from in front of the bonfire. "Sammy. I thought I taught you that releasing food into the wild was a bad force of habit." Lykan chuckled. "But that's okay, you've still got so much to learn. And I can teach you." Lykan informed.
"I'd rather Dean teach me, but thanks for the offer." Sam growled, stepping in front of his family to protect them. Hate and rage in his voice as he spat the words at the Lykan, his eyes shifting to a glowing electrifying blue.
"Dean? What does he know about Lykan's? About what they do? What they eat? How they survive?" Lykan growled with jealousy.
"I'll figure it out." Dean snapped.
"Exactly." Sam agreed. "We'll figure it out. You had to figure it out all on your own, but I have a family here who will help me. I am not loyal to you! You made the mistake of releasing venom into my wound, I could still turn, but it rejected any feeling of loyalty I had to you, because my Alpha had tried to kill me as well as turn me." Sam informed. Dean's eyes widened at the amount of information Sam knew about the Lykan's. He might already know pretty much everything he needs. Not that Dean was surprised, Sam was always the Geek-Boy.
"You won't be able to figure it out." Lykan began. "When they're dead!" He barked, shifting into his Lykan form again and racing towards the Winchester's, Dean got the hunting knife that was on the ground whilst John ran and found their weapons. In response, Sam bolted towards the Lykan.
"Sam! Don't!" Dean shouted, scared for his brother's life and wondering what the hell he was doing. Sam jumped, and shifted into a Lykan mid-air, at the same time Lykan jumped up and they both collided. Sam's Lykan was much smaller, reaching the same height as Dean's knee. Sam's Lykan was still a pup. But it gave Sam leverage to be able to run on top of and around Lykan, biting him and distracting him. John threw a shotgun to Dean, who aimed the gun and shot the Lykan in the heart, Sam, who knew the shot was coming, moved out of the way and bit Lykan so he would move in a direction where the bullet would enter his heart. Lykan roared out in pain before collapsing.
Sam, who moved around the collapsed Lykan, ran to Dean and transformed back into his human self before snatching the knife. Dean saw from Sam's electrifying eyes that Sam wasn't fully himself right now. He growled inhumanely before plunging the silver dagger in the Lykan's heart, Dean watched in amazement at how his little brother moved. "Cut out the heart." His voice had even changed to a low, menacing tone, growling here and there. "Decapitate the head. Mutilate the corpse." Was Sam's next sentence. That's when John stepped in, needing revenge for what happened to his son.
"Allow me." John ordered, Sam growled at him, but gave him the knife anyway.
"Come here Sam." Dean ordered, holding out his arms, Dean noticed another difference between Lykan's and Werewolves, when Lykan's shifted from form to form their clothing stayed intact.
Sam rushed towards Dean, hugging him immediately, Dean thought he heard the faint whisper of 'Alpha'. But that couldn't be right. Dean couldn't be Sam's Alpha, could he? Dean wasn't even a Werewolf, he was human. Just… human.
"Did you just call me… Alpha?" Dean asked, turning himself around so he didn't have to watch his Dad mutilate a corpse.
"Yes. You're my Alpha. When an Alpha dies, the newest Alpha is the one they're loyal to the most. You're my new Alpha." Sam whispered, enjoying being surrounded in Dean's protective arms. Dean knew that this would serve to be a challenge, and he also knew that his Dad wouldn't be too happy with Sam following Dean's orders instead of his. But that's just the cards they were dealt.
Sam
On the way back to the motel we were all silent, probably thinking about the recent events that would change us as a family, the adrenaline from my recent shift soon gone, and the feeling that the weight of the world was back on my shoulders. I wouldn't speak, wouldn't tell anyone what was running through my head. How could I? When not, even they could understand my thoughts? They didn't listen before, so what made anyone think they would now? I guess I hope that now I can be of some use to our family. Instead of just being the useless one.
-Useless to this family.-
-Selfish little brother.-
I suppose I was selfish, probably even more so now that I'm not even human. I'm a monster, a freak. A bigger outcast then I ever was before and no one was changing that. Not this time. I was forever going to be this freak. A Lykan. How can a hunt that was supposed to be minor turn into something so lifechanging?
I don't even know if Dean wants to be an Alpha, how can you just force that on someone? Well I guess the same way you can force Lycanthrope on someone.
"We'll stay here tonight and then leave first thing tomorrow." Dad commented, I had to talk to him. Dean too, I'll talk to Dad first. I need them to be okay with what I am now. If they're not… then I won't be either, and I know that I'll hate what I am. Hell, I already do. I'm a monster. My family walked inside the motel room, and I grabbed the sleeve of my Dad's jacket.
"Can we talk?" I asked, looking up at him, he looked away as soon as I looked towards his face, he couldn't even look at me anymore.
"It's been a long night Sam." Dad muttered, turning around and placing his duffle bag on the table.
"Please, I really need to talk to you." I asked again. Dean, who was listening in, had noticed it was his time to go off into our shared room, walking with his duffle bag and entering the room allowed Dad and I the change alone to talk.
"What is it Sam?" Dad asked, he had his back to me. Sorting through the duffle bag and unpacking.
"I wanna talk about what happened tonight, whilst it's still fresh in our minds and whilst we don't have any other distractions." I stated.
"We don't need to talk about it Sam, we all understand what happened." Dad sighed deeply, still not turning around to face me. I walked up to him, and stood across the table, he immediately moved away towards the counter and placed the salt and a few weapons. He began taking the bullets out of the weapons and packing it all back up. "You're seriously going to be this immature? I'm not asking for a lot Dad! Just stop pretending like I'm not even here!" I angrily snapped, he was seriously just pretending like I wasn't even alive anymore, like I had died in that forest.
"Don't talk to me about immature Samuel Winchester, you were the one that had to go off and get yourself bit just to prove to us that it really was a Lykan!" Dad barked out, he turned around and faced me, sure he was angry, but at least he was looking at me. Still, words hurt.
"Is that what you think I did? You think I went and purposely got myself bit by a Lykan just to prove to you! I didn't have to do that Dad! You and Dean both saw that it was a Lykan as soon as you looked at it!" I shouted, I could feel the rage course through me, my eyes stinging slightly, not enough to do anything, but just enough to feel something there. Dad's eyes immediately widened and he looked away sadly. What happened? Why did he cower away? That's never been his move?
"Calm down Sam, before we both do something we'll regret." Dad whispered, I could barely hear it. But somehow, I knew exactly what he had said.
"So, that's how it's going to be." I muttered, chuckling lightly, yet not finding any humour in both my voice and the situation. "You're going to pretend like I'm no longer your son, just some stranger you have to carry around with you because you've got nothing else to do with me. Just like before huh? Why not just hand me to Bobby?" I asked, looking directly at him, I saw the rage, the sadness, the guilt and regret. And knew that his rage won.
"Because he'd kill you on the spot! Any hunter that saw you would kill you Sam! You're lucky that I didn't do it myself! Hell, I still might!" Dad barked out, I stood ridged, eyes wide and tears prickling my eyes.
"Dad…" I whispered, not knowing what else to say.
"Just do me a favour, and don't call me Dad, my son died out there in the forest. That's what I've got to believe, and that's what everyone else will believe." Dad… John commented, I can't call him Dad. He's not my Dad, and I'm not his son.
I took two steps back, it seemed that he had calmed down, realised exactly who… what he was talking to, and backtracked.
"Sammy…" he tried to reason. I missed that name, but I also knew, I knew that I could've died out there, in those woods. Hell, I wanted to die out there. I'd take anything else right now. I turned and walked away, walking to the bedroom. I needed my Alpha, I needed Dean. He'd make it better, I knew he would. He has too.
"Sammy wait…" why should I? I didn't owe him anything, he wasn't my Dad anymore, just a man who could kill me at any point in time. He was a danger to me, and I didn't trust him. I opened the bedroom door and saw Dean on his bed with his head in his hands.
"Hey…" I croaked, not being able to speak any higher. As soon as I saw Dean I broke down, I cried. But I tried my hardest to hold it in. I couldn't cry in front of him, I had to try and be stronger than that. He was my Alpha after all.
"Hey Sammy." Dean murmured, looking up towards me, he was sad. Really sad, and that made me feel worse. Mostly because he was my brother and I hated seeing him sad. But also, because he was my Alpha, and I couldn't see my Alpha sad anymore.
"You heard huh?" I asked.
"Hard not to. You both yellin' like that. Surprised the entire motel didn't bang on the door with the racket." He responded, small talk. Is that what we've really all come too.
"So, you know what he plans to do right? I'm scared he's gonna kill me Dean." I whispered, sitting on the edge of my bed across from him.
"He's our Dad Sam. He's not going to kill you." Dean insisted.
"You heard what he said! He said I can't call him Dad anymore, he practically disowned me Dean! All because I became something I didn't even want to be!" I snapped, getting angry. How could he still be Dad's little soldier after what Dad said to me.
"Could you blame him? I mean... look at you Sammy! You're not the same anymore. You're one of them. There are Hunters, and then there are the things that get Hunted. You of all people know that." Dean stated, it looked like he was pleading. But what could he be begging for? It wasn't like I could just flip a switch and be normal again? I was a whole new level of freak.
"What? Dean… you of all people. You're not only my Alpha but you're my big brother!" I stood up, walking to the other end of the room, I couldn't be around him. Not after what he was saying.
"I'm not an Alpha! I'm not even supernatural! I'm not like you! I'm not a-…" He cut himself off, I knew exactly what he was going to say… his rejection to being Alpha hurt so badly, but what hurt more… was the name he was gonna call me.
"Say it." I ordered.
"Sammy." He whispered, taking a step towards me.
"SAY IT!" I roared, I could feel my fingernails burning, my eyes stinging, my entire body moving in a way that I didn't want it too. I was shifting. "Monster." I growled lowly, in a voice that wasn't mine.
"I never said that!" Dean snapped, stepping towards me. I stepped back, if I didn't leave. I was gonna hurt someone, and I really didn't want that.
"You were going to." I murmured, rushing out of the room and turning into my Lykan as soon as I exited the bedroom.
"Sammy!" Dean cried, but I was too far gone, I bolted out the front door. I just ran. I didn't stop. I could feel tears, and I couldn't stop them this time. They think I'm a monster, my Maker was right. They rejected me. I'm better off alone anyway.
3rd Person
"Damn it!" Dean cried, turning and punching a wall, he felt angry. Angrier then he would on a usual occasion, it was the same with sadness. He usually wouldn't feel this depressed. Was it the Alpha part of him? Was it really changing how he felt about certain things.
"What's going on?" John asked, walking to where Dean was and putting a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Dean raged. "You rejected him! You disowned him! Not that I'm surprised." Dean chuckled, pacing around the place. "I rejected him. I told him I wasn't his Alpha." Dean whispered sadly before turning back to rage. "Now he's gone, he's run off in his Lykan form and I don't even know where he might go. Other than the park but that's a-… A park? He's part dog! He'd be at the park! I gotta go." Dean rambled, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone before walking towards the Impale.
"Dean stop! Someone is bound to find him. Probably the pound." John stated.
"More reason for me to go find him." Dean snapped.
"I'll come with you." John murmured.
"What? So, you can kill him!" Dean barked, shoving his Dad angrily, he didn't know how mad he got until his father grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the car.
"You need to calm down. I didn't mean what I said okay, I thought that he was different. I thought that the Sammy we both knew was dead. I saw the hurt in his eyes, the sadness and I realised that it was my Sammy. He's still there." John informed sadly.
"Oh, ya think." Dean mocked.
"Stop, we've gotta find him before someone else does. We're not the only Hunters here." John stated. Dean had the face of panic itself before getting into the car, followed soon by John, and sped away. They had to get to the park.
With Sam's speed, he managed to get to the park and collapse to the ground in record timing. All that could be heard was the whimpering of a small dog. He was crying, and knew that he basically couldn't return to his family.
"Well, how could I know that the spirit was going to throw you across the grave?" A voice spoke from a distance, Sam looked up towards the direction that the voice was coming from. There was no one seen for miles, but Sam knew that it didn't mean someone wasn't coming. And by the sounds of it, they were hunters.
"I don't know Morgan, maybe you should've been on watch like you were supposed to!" Another voice snapped, they were arguing. It reminded Sam of how he argued with his family, but it also reminded him that he needed to run, or they were going to find him and realise that he was a Lykan. Which were a rare species enough as it was without dying out from hunters all the time.
"I'm sorry Tyrone, I was too busy digging a grave that you decided you weren't going to help with." Morgan snapped back, he sounded pissed. Sam snapped out of his train of thought, he had two decisions. Let the hunters catch the monster, or run. Sam lay back down and waited for them to come.
In the distance, he began to hear the faint sound of the Impala, were his Dad and Dean leaving already, leaving him behind whilst he was still out. But then why was the sound getting louder, it was coming towards him. He also heard the voices of Morgan and Tyrone. They were right there, at the playground. Hanging by the trees. If they only just saw Sam, so he looked up, made himself aware and whimpered.
"What's that?" Morgan asked, pointing towards the direction Sam was in, who just lay back down curled into a ball.
"Looks like a dog." Tyrone responded, his voice getting closer to Sam. He could hear the Impala's engine and knew that these two had to act quickly before his family located him. He couldn't go back to people that didn't want him around in the first place, maybe Dean and John would just drive past him.
"Does that seriously look like a normal dog to you Ty?" Morgan asked, Sam looked up and saw them both getting closer. Sam stayed laying down, and allowed Tyrone to pick him up. He didn't like the way he was holding him, like he was ready to kill.
"Shit, he has a bite mark on his shoulder. Is he a-…" Tyrone stopped himself from speaking. "You're the expert on Werewolves Morgan, figure it out." It was a straight order. Sam was just too tired to fight back.
"Sam!" he heard the voice of Dean, looking over he saw the Impala's headlights flashing on the two hunters and himself. "Drop my… dog!" Dean ordered.
"This isn't a dog. Isn't a Werewolf either. I think it's a Lykan." Morgan commented, examining Sam.
"Sammy!" Dean was running towards them, John hot on his trails. These two needed to act quickly. "Sammy fight them!" It was an order. An order from his Alpha, but the real reason Sam accepted it, was because Dean was asking him to fight. Asking Sam to come back to him. Whether he wanted to or not, Sam fought.
Barking menacingly, Sam swiped his paw and scratched Tyrone in the face, who immediately dropped him, calling out profanities at the pain of his cheek. Sam landed on his side with a squealed whine before turning and running towards Dean.
"Thought Lykan's were going extinct?" Morgan asked, walking towards the three. Dean kneeled down so he was the same level as Sam as he held him. Sam rubbed his head on Dean's chest to show he cared, letting out small whimpers to show that he was also scared.
"It's okay little brother, I gotcha." Dean reassured, petting Sam and trying his best to make sure his little brother was safe whilst sending glares to the two men.
"That explains everything. He's your little brother. Oh no… that's a very depressing classic, and by the looks of it you're hunters." Morgan mocked, wanting the monster for further research, knowing how a Lykan moved, how they responded to pain, how loyal they were to their Alpha. It was all information Morgan had been wanting to know his entire life. But the only Lykan's that had travelled in packs were killed off. The rest scattered and were extremely difficult to find.
"That's John Winchester." Tyrone groaned, walking and standing beside Morgan, holding a cloth onto his cheek.
"John… blast! My god it's the John Winchester I've heard so much about. What do you think the hunting community are going to say when they find out that one of your… sons? By the looks of it… is a Lykan. One of the most powerful Monsters out there?" Morgan asked.
"I don't care what the hunting community says. He's still my son." John growled, Sam howled in agreement. Loving how his father was once again calling him his son. It didn't change anything, but Sam knew that they were trying to fix what they had said, so it was a start.
"You must be Dean?" Tyrone questioned, turning to the older son. "Tell me, what was your response when… Sammy over here told you that he was a Lykan? I want all the details." Dean glared at the older man, still petting his little brother, who was now nudging into Dean's neck, if Dean lost his balance for even a second he would topple over.
"Not good obviously. Is that why the Lykan was out here tonight? Didn't want to be with a family of hunters that enjoyed hunting the Lycanthrope for a sport. Well kiddo, I kinda need this little mutt for a research project I'm working on. It's based on the Lycanthrope, maybe when I'm done I'll send John a copy of the research and… the left-over pieces of what used to be your brother." Morgan chuckled darkly. Sam whimpered, not liking where the conversation was going. He knew his family wouldn't give him up, but the look in Morgan's eye said that he'd do whatever had to be done to get the information he needed.
"You stay the hell away from my brother, you don't look at him. You don't talk to him, and you certainly don't touch him. Are we clear on that?" Dean barked out angrily, standing up. He felt stronger when Sam was beside him, probably another Alpha thing that kicked in. But he knew Sam felt stronger beside his Alpha as well. He still didn't know what to think of the whole Alpha thing, but he would take it as it came alone. Sam growled lowly, sensing Dean's anger and channelling some of it for himself. Morgan pulled out a gun, causing Tyrone's eyes to widen in fear as he held it up to John Winchester.
"Morgan! What're you doing?! He's a hunter! One of the best, you kill him and it makes you no better than the monsters you research!" Tyrone barked out in panic.
"Shut up! You want this mutt roaming around, you know how powerful the Lykan's are, that's why it takes at least five hunters to take at least one down. No wonder the kid got bit, I'm surprised the Lykan didn't kill him on the spot." Morgan growled, cocking the gun. Sam sped into action, bolting towards Morgan and tackling. Using all his weight to knock Morgan to the ground and dislodge the weapon. Dean and John knew it was incredibly risky, letting Sam fight. He could kill, and these people where exactly that, people. The original Lykan from before said that as soon as Sam felt human blood on his hands for the first time, he'd have an unnatural crave for the bloodlust and murder. Turning primeval.
"Sam no!" Dean barked, trying to get Sam to stop his attacks. And Sam, who sensed the Alpha orders. Did stop, but as he stopped, Tyrone got out his hunting knife and pierced it into the youngest Winchester's heart.
"NO!" Dean and John shouted, John got out his gun and shot Tyrone on the spot, without hesitation. Morgan was recovering from the recent knockout, holding a hand to his head as he watched in amazement how the Lykan reacted to the silver-made hunting knife.
Sam whimpered and whined, the knife still lodged into his chest, he staggered and limped away from all four hunters surrounding him, now not seeing family, just seeing people that could kill him. He felt protective of himself, he felt like he was in danger.
Sam tried to growl as he continued to step back, protecting himself and making sure the hunters were afraid of him, not the other way around. But it didn't work, one of them held his hands out in surrender, but kept walking towards him. He was speaking, but Sam was in too much pain to make out the words. Until he could hear them of course.
"Sammy, it's okay. It's Dean." Dean could tell that the words didn't seem to be connecting in Sam's mind, probably because he was wounded, defensive and still in Lykan form. So, Dean spoke in a way he knew Sam could hear. He remembered what Sam had said when killing the original Lykan, and knew that this small wound wouldn't kill his brother. 'Cut out the heart. Decapitate the head. Mutilate the body. Burn the corpse.' Four steps to killing a Lykan and this wasn't even half of one. Sam was going to be fine, if Dean could get to him and take out the dagger, it would be so much easier.
Sam unconsciously turned back into his human form, still staggering away from Dean, he ripped the knife out of his chest and cried out in pain. He would've collapsed if Dean didn't catch him in time. They both fell to the floor, Dean covering Sam's ears as John shot Morgan in the head. Although secretly knew that the gunshot wouldn't have been blocked from Sam's super-hearing-abilities.
"Sammy?" Dean began.
"Yeah…" Sam whispered, just enjoying being in Dean's hold again. His Alpha's accepting, loving hold.
"I don't care what you are, you'll always be my pain-in-the-ass little brother, and now that you're a Lykan you're a lot harder to kill, making my job of keeping you alive so much easier. You're my Lykan, and I'm your Alpha apparently. But we're Winchester's, we're stronger together and we fight until the death." Dean commented.
"Great speech." Sam chuckled, he was in a joking mood, was he? Well… Dean could play too.
"Hey Sam?" Dean smirked.
"What?" Sam responded back, wearily. He could feel Dean's smirk from a mile away.
"Are you gonna turn into Morgan someday? You know, being that you both have a weird fetish for research?" Dean laughed. Sam swung his arm and whacked Dean in the head.
"Moron." Sam laughed back. They both enjoyed the hold of each other, and the safety that gave, both as brothers and Lykan team.
They were far from normal. Sam was a supernatural creature that was usually hunted, living in a family of hunters. Although, throughout the years. Most of his favourite hunts were when they got to be in the woods where he could shift into his Lykan form, and take a howl at that moon.