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Sam stared at Dean, who tapped a foot impatiently. Oh, man. What do I do? he wondered.
"Dude, today," Dean prompted.
"Take the knife out of your boot," Sam instructed.
"Sammy," Dean said in surprise. He actually thinks I'd attack him? he thought to himself.
"Take...it...out," Sam insisted softly. Slowly, cautiously, Dean did so.
"Now what?" he queried.
"Slide it over," Sam responded. Dean did as he was told.
"Gun too," Sam continued.
"Sammy, I'm not gonna---" Dean began to say.
"'Shoot first. Ask questions later'," Sam quoted. Dean blanched at the recital of one of their father's main rules. Reluctantly, he removed the gun from his jeans and kicked it over to his brother.
"Okay. I'm completely defenseless, Sammy. Are you happy?" Dean asked.
"More relieved than happy," Sam answered guardedly. Dean began to walk towards his brother.
"No. Stay where you are," Sam told him. Dean faltered. What? he thought.
"Dude, it's me," he reminded his brother, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.
"Which is exactly why you're staying right there," Sam snapped.
"Sam, he'd never hurt you. He's your brother," Becky said.
"You don't know him like I do, Beck. He enjoys hunting," Sam responded. "And Dad always taught us not to hesitate," he continued. Again, Dean blanched. The other werewolves however, heard the fear underneath their's friend's harsh tones.
"Just tell me when it happened, Sammy. When did you become a werewolf?" Dean wondered.
"Freshman year. I was---attacked," Sam answered, his eyes clouding at the memory. That had been the night he had met Jessica. Jessica. Oh, man, he missed her!
"He had lost so much blood and Jessica made the decision to transfer some of her blood into him. That's how he became a werewolf," Becky finished. A lump appeared in Sam's throat. Man, he missed Jess so much. Dean blew out a breath.
"Dang, Sammy. Why didn't you ever tell us?" he wondered.
"Well, at first, we weren't even speaking, and then when we hit the road---" Sam's voice trailed off.
"Does Dad know?" Dean queried.
"Are you crazy? If Dad knew what I was, he'd put a silver bullet into me before you could say 'Bloody Mary'," Sam snapped in response.
"Sammy, you don't really think---" Again, Dean faltered. Sammy really thought Dad would kill him if he knew that he was a werewolf? he thought to himself. "Is that the only reason you kept this a secret?" he continued. Sam nodded, and then looked away.
"Sammy?" Dean prodded. Sam sniffled. "Sammy?" he prompted. Sam averted his face and his throat muscles constricted. Dean grabbed his brother's arm. His breath caught when he saw the shimmer in his brother's eyes.
"Sam, just 'cause you're a werewolf, it doesn't mean you're not still my brother," he stated.
"You---you mean, you don't care?" Sam asked.
"What you talkin' about? Of course not! Just means I gotta make I don't tick you off," Dean responded.
"And if Dad knew?" Sam checked.
"He'd learn to deal," Dean shrugged. Sam let out a relieved sob-filled laugh. Then, emotionally spent, he sank to the ground.