Chapter Five-
Sam turned his head and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. His hair was a mess, his teeth and lower part of his face was stained red. His injuries were gone… all of them. He didn't even have a hangover. He only felt a little jittery. As he stepped into the hot shower, he felt better than he had in a long while. Sam stood in the shower washing himself like he did every morning when something odd happened. His head smacked the shower head… he was 5'7 when he went to bed last night. But sure enough, his head was even with the shower head. Sam grew three inches over night. Stunned, Sam looked himself up and down. His feet were definitely larger. And his package was larger as well. His hair even felt longer.
After washing, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He trotted out of the bathroom, clear headed and confused. He smiled as he approached Ruby. She was still asleep laying with her cat tucked under her arm. Sam kissed her head softly and she raised up with a groan. Not a single mark marred her neck. Sam knew he should be panicking by now but he couldn't help but drop the towel and climb back up to her. She pushed the cat away and they melted together, in a tangle of limbs and teeth. Sam just couldn't get enough of her, his teeth nipping at her skin, once again.
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Pastor Jim Murphy was a busy man. But that didn't mean he couldn't do a guy a favor. Especially when that favor had to do with Sam and Dean Winchester. So when John Winchester called him almost a week ago, he asked for the Pastor to call and check in on young Sammy Winchester every few days, he agreed in a heart beat. He had loved the boys as his own for so long. He had changed Sam's diapers and helped Dean learn how to tie his shoes.
The boy was alone in Arizona. Jim didn't understand John. He left the child for weeks on end, alone… but couldn't bring the boy up to one of the hunters. And so that was how, Pastor Jim was high tailing it to Arizona. The boy hadn't answered a single phone call, and it had been five days. Jim loved the kid and his worry for the youngest Winchester was growing with every passing moment. It will take 24 hours to get there and Jim didn't plan on stopping for the night. He couldn't help but feel something very wrong had happened. And he sent a prayer up for the little baby boy he saw any time he thought of the youngest Winchester.