So I realize that this has taken way too long and I am so sorry I just hit a little bit of writers block... or a lot of writers block... so again I'm sorry this took so long and please enjoy! I don't own anything.
Why was it always raining when something dramatic was happening? Dean grumbled to himself as he pulled his jacket closer, the box he was holding rattled against him. He fell to his knees in the middle of the roads, soaking his pants in the process, and began to dig. He didn't dig very deep, just deep enough, before he plopped the box into the hole and covered it back up. He was completely numb as he stood up, flashes of Sam's lifeless body played in his head, he refused to let Sam die; he wasn't even supposed to be hunting in the first place, it was all Dean's fault that he got dragged back into the life, it should have been him who died.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dean turned to see a woman, about twenty with long black hair and a slimming black dress, standing on the other side of the crossroad. "Dean Winchester is that you?" Her eyes flashed red.
Dean wrinkled his nose at the scent of sulfur, "How do you know me?"
She waved of the question with a scoff, "Oh please, everybody knows you; you and your daddy are one of the legendaries! 'Two of the best hunters around'!" She looked the wolf up and down, "You're not here to kill me, are you Mr. Hunter?"
"I want to make a deal." Dean stated firmly. He didn't care what the cost was, or what it would take, he needed Sam back.
"Oh that's right," She stepped forward and began her way towards the hunter, "It's about Sam isn't it. Everyone in Hell heard about what Azazel was doing; you know, throwing groups of his little freaks together so they kill each other until one lucky person was left," Her hand drifted over Deans shoulder and across his back as she circled him, "but Sam wasn't the lucky one was he. He got murdered by the military brat, right?"
The werewolf growled slightly and grabbed her wrist in a tight hand, he pulled her in front of him and held the demon an inch from his face. "I want him back."
"What…" The demon sniffed slightly, "Ugh, what is that stench. Is that… Is that you?"
Dean shoved her away quickly, glaring hard.
"You're not human anymore, you're a werewolf." She started laughing the noise echoing loudly in the silent night. She caught Dean's glare and laughed harder, "So that's why you just fell off the face of the map."
Dean growled louder, "Are you going to help me or not,"
"I'm afraid not honey," The demon purred as she met his eyes, "How should I put this? You see, each soul has a sort of price on it, and you being a hunter let-a-lone a Winchester should have put you on the very tippy-tippy top of the list." She patted his cheek as she continued, "But a monster's soul is worth baisically nothing to us. There's no one to sell it to because monster souls don't go to Hell."
Dean glared harshly at that mocking smile. He grabbed her by the throat tightly with his left hand, his claws already dug into her skin, and watched as the smile dripped off. This was his last chance, the only way to save Sam and because of what he was he couldn't even sell his own damn soul. He brought the demon closer and whispered in her ear, "Then I guess you're of no use to me."
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No one had seen Dean in two days. After Cold Oak the werewolf took Sam back to the Avenger tower and had locked himself in his room. The team was starting to get worried, as well as John who seemed to be in denial over Sam's death and said "It was just another trick that the werewolf was using to get the drop on him". They all tried to get Dean to come out; Tony would knock on the door and ask if he wanted to fix up some old car of his, Clint would ask if he wanted to play video games, Natasha would invite him to come sparing with her, and Bruce would ask if he wanted to meditate together. But they were all met with the same thing; silence. There was a pile left outside the door constructed on sandwiches that Steve had made, but it was a fruitless effort. John refused to go anywhere near the beast and just stayed in the living room most of the time, cleaning his guns. Bobby had called every day after they had gotten back to the tower to check up on Dean but at this point he knew as much as the rest of them did. The team decided that enough was enough.
Steve hesitated as his fist hovered inches from the door, his pleading eyes searching the faces of the rest of the team standing behind him. He took a deep breath and knocked softly.
"Dean," He called, barely speaking above a whisper.
The group was met with complete silence.
"Jarvis," Tony said slowly. Everyone looked at him before the door was unlocked and slowly crept open.
The room was covered in darkness before Tony reached out and flipped the lights on. The whole room was trashed; there were claw marks leading up and down the floor and walls, furniture was broken and ripped apart, clothes were strewn around, and in the midst of the chaos, lying on the torn up bed, was a werewolf. The big sandy blonde wolf was watching the team with bloodshot eyes, his body curled defensively around something.
"Dean, it's been days," Steve stepped closer to the wolf.
A low growl filled the air, vibrating everyone's ears. Bruce grabbed Steve's shoulder in a silent warning to stay away from the animal.
"It's okay," Steve easily pushed the hand from his shoulder and stepped forward again, "Dean we're your friends, we want to help."
The wolf lowered his head slightly, his lip pulled up to bare his teeth, the growl was slowly getting louder and his hackles were raised.
"Dean," Steve said slowly as his steps faltered a bit. He had never seen Dean act so hostile, not even towards Fury, "What happened to Sam was tragic and I am so sorry, we all are, but locking yourself in a room with his body isn't going to help anything."
The wolf stood up slowly and stepped halfway over his pack mates body, putting himself between his family and the new threat. The animal seemed to be making noises at him and he somewhat understood but the only thing he could think of was to protect his wounded pack. He lowered his head slightly and let out a warning bark followed by a growl. The animal didn't seem to listen and moved forward again and stretched out a hand. The wolf snapped at the offending limb, his jowls making an empty clack as they clamped together. He could smell the sharp scent of fear wafting through the air as the animal was suddenly pulled back by a second of his kind, one with black fur on top and a purple covering.
"Dean," The new animal was making noises at him.
His hackles twitched as the new animal stepped up slowly and reached his own hand forward. The wolf growled harshly as he watched the new animal, ready to strike at any moment. He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the limb in his teeth, not hard enough to break skin but just as a warning. The wolf growled and looked up into the animal's eyes, expecting to see fear, but all he saw there was sadness; sadness for him. The wolf released the animal's arm, he stepped back a few steps and shook his head violently; something wasn't right. He knew these animals, all of them, his head felt like it was splitting in two as he fought with his instincts. They weren't animals. They were his team, the people who took him in when he had nothing, they were his pack. Dean forced himself to shift back and looked at Bruce, his own eyes filling with tears when the doctor pulled him in harshly for a hug.
"It's going to be okay, Dean," Bruce whispered as he stroked Dean's hair calmly.
They all knew that he was lying.
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No one knew what to say as the team, the wolf, and the deadbeat dad sat in the living room. Just beyond the walls lay Sam, and even though Dean was 10 rooms away his sensitive nose could still pick up the scent of slowly rotting flesh. If they didn't do something soon...
"Someone say something before I lose it." Dean growled quietly from his spot on the couch, he subconsciously wrung his hands together as he looked at the faces around him.
"Dean what are we... We can't do anything..." Steve solomnly stated. No one else would have said it had he not have.
The sudden sound of the glass coffee table shattering caught everyone's attention. Dean was standing there, glass stuck in his hand from where he punched through the glass table. "We are not quitting. Do you hear me? Do all of you hear me? That's my baby brother in there, that's my responsibility in that room rotting away because I couldn't protect him! Do any of you get that?! There has to be something, ANYTHING, that you guys can do... I..." He slowly sunk back into his seat, "I can't lose him again. It would have been better if he had run off to college again, or anywhere, but now that I know that he's gone..." Dean didn't even realize that he was crying until he snapped his head up and hissed "It should have been me. I never should have brought him back into all this shit, I never should have gotten bit, I never should have let him leave in the first place! I would kill myself if it meant that he would live again!"
Silence smothered the room. Not even John had anything to say.
"So don't tell me that you guys can't do anything." The wolf croaked before he quickly stood up and left.
"Cap," Tony quietly waved Steve over to him, "What if there is something we can do?"
"I'm not following," the soldier shook his head in confusion.
"Well, maybe the solution we're looking for isn't scientific, maybe its magical."
Tony watched as the wires slowly clicked in Steve's head, "Are you crazy?"
"All we have to do is call Thor and get him to talk to Loki. I mean I know Loki's a prisoner on Asgard but maybe Thor could do something. And believe me I'm the last person who wants to see that dick but this is for Dean. Doesn't that count for anything?"
Steve knew Tony was right, it was their only chance to save Sam.