TWO DAYS LATER

Sam lay in his small bed, listening to the slow, quiet sounds of the morning shift as they prepared for the was a Sunday no rush to get up. His blankets lay around him as he fought the urge to get up and pace. He felt tired but oddly restless and no position seemed to make him feel comfortable. He rolled to his side and then his back before sitting up and shaking his sweat soaked hair off his face.

Despite the air conditioning, sweat stained his bed and clothes - light shorts and a loose shirt. He rolled his head around on his shoulders and yawned, his jaw popping as he flashed his teeth. He raised his arms over his head and arched his back, stretching luxuriously with his firm but small nubs straining against his shirt.

For the hundredth time he stood and walked around the small room. His shoulders were hunched and his ears twitched he could hear pots and pans clanging together down in the kitchen. Dean was up.

Probably trying to make up for being an asshole the past two was still angry Sam hadn't fed from Jess yet. Despite two opportunities,Friday at the movies, and Saturday when they hung out all morning just hanging around town.
His eyes flicked around the room and he found himself sniffing as the aroma of food filled the air.

His stomach growled but he pushed it away - he didn't feel like leaving his den. It was his and all the people outside were strangers. Outsiders. His eyes shot to his door and he flashed his perfect white teeth and turned in a quick loop, stalking through his room. Drops of sweat slid down his back, soaking into his shirt until it hung wetly to his curving body.

Sam licked his lips and scented the air.

Slowly, imperceptibly, his canines lengthened. He ground his teeth against the dull ache and they stopped growing, the four teeth overlapping and making his lips bulge slightly, giving him a pronounced pout. His joints were sore from his toes to his neck and he felt feverish.

Deep within his body something was shifting he could feel it in his hips, even after ten years his body was still clanging stopped.

"Maybe now," he told himself, hiding a huge yawn behind his hand. "Maybe I can sleep now."

Sam crawled into bed. His shirt tight against his body, straining to contain the new growth of tissue

in his front area. He stretched again and then closed his eyes until sleep took him.

The battery powered alarm clock by his bed chimed and Sam jerked upright with a hiss, baring his tiny fangs at the small device. He found himself on his hands and knees, body low against the bed. Blinking he shook his head and relaxed, quickly tapping the button to turn the alarm off. Sam slowly sat on the edge of the bed,it took him a minute to gain his bearings and when he did he noticed a change.
''SHIT'' Sam hands flew to his chest had breasts fucking breasts. A cup sized but still BREASTS. It had happened again,his body shifted and changed overnight just like last time.

Dammit.

It would seem even without eating the right thing his body was going to go ahead and proceed how it wanted.

Maybe that's why Dean was so pressed for him to hurry up with Jess,he was ready to go,could probably sense it happening 'd been more aggressive towards Sam lately,well more the past year really.

Dammit. This was really going to was turning into a he was seven year's old he lost his dick.

Yeah his dick.

Shit just fell off.

He got up one night walked to the bathroom to take a wiz, heard a thump hit the water that didn't sound like pee pee looked down and there it was just floating, his pecker,didn't even feel was like when a scab got rubbed off there was no still remembers screaming for dad how hysterical he had John reacted,Dean's took awhile to accept that it had happened to him.

Evolution John said.

Our species was dwindled out so Sam's body had chosen to evolve so that they could still reproduce. It was a hard blow to Sam, he lost his dick he was born a boy, lived as a boy for seven years before that,now he had female parts down below with a boy topping.

He felt like a freak.

He was a freak.

How do you change something like that?

Worst of all was knowing that there really was no more Sleepwalkers out were the last of their Dad died killed by a left him and Dean. Two brothers/sister type of thing the last of two,the only two left to possibly reproduce and Sam hated was pretty sure that Dean didn' he wasn't the one that lost body parts,but he always had that alpha quality too him never would have turned like Sam still hadn't got used to his body didn't think he ever would.

He sat in shocked silence for awhile staring down at his chest he smacked himself in the forehead.

SHIT SHIT SHIT.

How the hell would he ever get close enough to Jessica without her feeling his knew there would never be traditional sex between them but he had wanted to kiss her one was never happening either now,shit how was he going to attract prey, he was going to starve if he couldn't make his own first kill,Shit he smacked himself again.

SHIT.

Dean.

He couldn't handle him either right now. He needed to get out of here for awhile,but first he needed to get dressed and wash the sweat off. Sam calmed himself down long enough to walk across the hall to the upstairs bathroom,he mechanically got in the shower and washed himself off without once looking down at his body,he never liked looking at himself anymore then he had got out dried off,brushed his teeth and rushed back to his he put on two shirts and a jacket to make himself feel better. Now he had to get past Dean which was never and him weren't close as brothers,when Sam's privates changed ten years ago his brother changed too. He didn't treat him like a close sibling anymore, he became distant he still protected him and watched over him but it wasn't the same. They weren't brothers anymore.

Then Dean hit his own puberty and started hunting and feeding, fucking. The sick bastard. He had no problem with doing it,he would even come home and boast most of the time after he did them got off on it,would talk about how he left each a rose,''cause their gardens would never get tended to again.'' he would laugh.

The thing was they only needed to feed on their own at puberty as a final passage to adulthood,it would sustain them through childbearing once every ten depended on their parents to feed them until maturity,he had enough from dad to last ,and Dean fed him a couple a times but he made it strange when he did could live supposedly for hundreds of years he didn't truly parents were the only others he knew and he didn't truly know about them,but Dean once said Dad was in his nineties when he passed even though he looked around point was that Dean fed as often as he wanted to,not because he had to,but because he could.

His brother was a murdering monster and Sam was stuck with past year Dean had cracked down hard on him,he was ready for Sam to feed,said they needed to hunker down somewhere in the woods for awhile,that the hunters numbers were growing. And even though they were hunting other things like Dean did for a living one of them was bound to pick up Dean's blood trail,and they couldn't go deep into hiding until Sam had he wasn't stupid he knew what Dean wanted,saw him sniffing around,watching,crowding wanted pussy.

His pussy,and Sam didn't want to give Dean anything.

Sam sighed and headed down the stairs passing by the delicious smell of whatever Dean had cooked up straight to the front door.