Paper Bandages
Chapter 4: Breakdown
Sam knew something was wrong the moment he woke up.
Dean was gone.
Dean was gone.
Dean was gone.
He had left Sam all alone. Maybe he didn't trust him to watch his back anymore? Maybe had he finally decided to ditch the dead weight that had been plaguing him since he was four? Maybe he thought Sam was a monster? Oh god, Dean hated him. Dean hated him. No. No. Nononononononono-
Thwack!
Sam gasped, choking on the inhale, and suddenly he was desperately sucking in air. He didn't know when he had stopped breathing, but it was okay. He was okay.
Dean.
Instantly, Sam's eyes shot open for the first time since he had woken up, and he abruptly realized that he was still in the Impala. Dean wouldn't have left his Baby, not willingly. Both good and bad.
Staring into his eyes was a kid of about twenty, face creased in concern. Sam tried to smile reassuringly at him, but it probably came out a bit strained. Sitting up up a breathless groan, Sam finally took stock of the situation he found himself in.
The car was still parked at the abandoned Gas n' Sip where Sam had a half-asleep memory of Dean burning the dead bodies. The shotgun seat window was broken open, and the kid was still eyeing him worriedly through it. He didn't really seem like a threat, so Sam began to move on in his observations.
Then he immediately threw the door open and vomited on the dirt at the kid's feet. The kid recoiled silently, shock and horror on his face.
"Damn... " Sam huffed when he was finished, "They must've drugged me."
The kid cocked his head questioningly, and Sam wiped his mouth as he exited the Impala fully.
"Did you see any people here? They must've broken in the window and drugged me while I was sleeping. And my brother, too, they took him somewhere. He wouldn't have left me otherwise. " He wouldn't have left me willingly. He wouldn't have.
The kid nodded gravely and hesitated for a second, before gesturing at the car and then his eyes. He repeated the motion several times before Sam was forced to concede that his original guess might have been true.
"They… had black eyes?" he whispered, heart slowly sinking. The kid jumped when he swore loudly at the nod he received.
"Demons," he growled, "Why now? It's not enough that we're in a zombie apocalypse, no, we need demons too?! What's next, a freakin' werewolf needs killing?!"
THe kid stiffened and stumbled backwards in fear. Sam noticed this and calmed down. The poor kid didn't need to see this. Sam ran a weary hand through his hair.
"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that. Before this all happened," Sam gestured all around them with both hands, "I used to be something called a hunter. There were lots of us, and we basically went around hunting things like demons and zombies. Still am a hunter, I guess. But now- hey, are you alright, kid?" The kid had paled dramatically and suddenly Sam found himself at the end of two pistols.
"Whoa! Hold up, there! It's okay! I'm not gonna hurt you!" Sam slowly raised his hands, warily trying to calm down the obviously terrified kid. But then the kid seemed to get over his fear and glared viciously at Sam. Still aiming a gun at the hunter, the kid slowly holstered one of the pistols and reached behind him into his backpack.
Retrieving a scrap of paper and a small pen, he quickly scribbled a few things over some prewritten words. Then he tossed the paper at the ground and gestured at him.
Sam swallowed down the leftover bile in his mouth and slowly bent down to pick up the paper and read it.
"I am stiles. friend is derek. please don't kill. not bad guys. where going?"
Sam narrowed his eyes, going over the words in his head.
"You're not human," he guessed, "Or this 'Derek' isn't. What are you, and where is he? If you don't hurt innocents, then I won't hurt you guys, simple as that. You had a chance to kill me while I was drugged, but you didn't."
Stiles relaxed a little, and nodded at something over Sam's shoulder. A large, black wolf with icy blue eyes stalked out from around the other side of the Impala, hackles raised and body tensed.
Sam couldn't help it. He laughed.
Both Stiles and Derek looked at him like he was crazy, but Sam couldn't help it.
He must have been telling the future again. A werewolf. A freakin' werewolf.
Sam wished Dean was here, because he soon realized he was crying, sobbing into his hands, and goddamnit, he needed his big brother.