Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.
Thanks for the reviews.
Sam is 15, and Dean is 19
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Sam and Matt were instant friends, the type of friend that they both had wanted and never found. The weeks that passed made Sam want to relax into a routine, a normal pattern, but he never let himself. The longer that they stayed in a place only meant that they'd be leaving sooner rather than later.
He was at the dinner table with his math homework spread out. His brother and father were gone, getting information. From what Sam had heard and seen, it appeared to be a werewolf or something similar. The attacks always at night, the few people that lived through an encounter had said that some kind of beast or monster was to blame. Sam had seen the tracks, and knew it was something right up the Winchester's ally.
Dean and John came into the room and dropped their bags by the door. Dean's eyes met Sam's for a moment, but Sam didn't know what it meant. John looked over at his youngest, innocently doing his homework.
John sat down next to Sam. "I have to talk to you."
Sam glanced over at Dean as he tried to remember if he had forgotten to do something, or did something wrong. Then he realized that his dad's tone wasn't hard and accusing, it was worried, cautious.
He placed his hand on Sam's arm for a moment. "I want you to be careful, Sam."
"I'm always careful."
"Two boys from your school were killed tonight. Older boys."
Sam looked over at Dean as he stood silent by the door. "How?"
"It looks like a car accident."
Dean scoffed under his breath and John shot him a look.
"You don't think it was." Sam muttered.
"I saw the car, a dent in the side and no other vehicle was in the accident. Something hit that car, pushed it into the trees." John met Sam's eyes. "I need to know if you've heard anything in school, anything from the other kids."
Sam paused to think if he had heard something in the halls. "Well, everyone's talking about whatever it is in the woods, but nobody's said anything specific."
"What have you heard?"
For a second he considered not saying anything, the longer his dad and brother had to look, the longer they could stay; but he knew that more people would be killed and he couldn't live with that. "Well, sort of the stuff we already know. Footprints and trees knocked over. I heard a few people say that the attacks happened on new moons, a few people have said that."
Dean walked over to the table. "Full moons."
"No."
John leaned towards Sam. "You're sure it's new moons?"
He nodded.
"You must have heard it wrong."
Sam slammed his book closed, anger coming so easily the past year. "It's not like I'm not paying attention too. I listen, and you've dragged me along nearly every night his past week."
After a long day struggling through woods, that was not the tone John wanted from his son. "Sam." It was a warning.
He sighed. "I'm going to my room, I have homework to catch up on." He grabbed his books and stormed from the room.
John sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Do you know what's going on with him?" He looked over at Dean.
Dean sat down at the table. "The kid goes from happy to pissed off in two seconds, he's fifteen, dad."
"You were never this much trouble."
Dean bit back a smirk. "Yeah, cause girls and bars since the age of fourteen is every father's dream."
John looked over at Dean and shrugged. "But I understood that." He stood. "I'm going to look into the dates of the attacks."
"I'll go see if Sam's done with his murdering mood." Dean paused. "If you don't hear from me in an hour, call the cops."
John laughed and headed off towards his room. Dean paused at the doorway of his and Sam's room. Sam was on his stomach on the bed, a comic book open. He didn't look over when he heard Dean come in.
"Dad send you?" He spat.
"In case you haven't noticed, this is my room too." Dean smirked, two could play at that game.
Sam glanced over. "Sorry."
The phone rang in the kitchen.
"It's your turn to get it." Dean smiled.
Sam threw a pillow on his way out of the room.
He picked up the phone, they didn't get a lot of calls. "Hello?"
"Is Sam there?" The voice on the other end was scared.
"Matt?"
Matt sighed, relieved. "Hey."
"What's wrong?" Sam could hear Matt's ragged breathing on the other end.
"I think something's wrong. Can you meet me in the park?"
Sam glanced down the hall at the strip of light under his father's bedroom door. "Yeah, I think so."
"Ten minutes?"
"Yeah." He didn't know how he was going to make it.
"Good." Matt hung up the phone before Sam could say anything else.
Sam stood alone in the kitchen. There was no denying the terror in Matt's voice and Sam wasn't about to let his only friend down.
"Who was it?" Dean came up behind his brother.
Sam turned. "Matt, I think something happened."
Dean was instantly serious. "What?"
"He wouldn't say. I told him I'd meet him in the park in ten minutes." Sam stared for the door.
Dean grabbed his shoulder. "Hold it. There's no way dad's going to let you go."
"I wasn't exactly planning on telling him."
"He's gonna kick your ass."
Sam grabbed his sweatshirt. "Not if you cover for me."
"Sam."
Sam glanced down the hall. "Please, Dean."
Dean never could resist Sam when he really needed something. "Fine, but I'm going to the park in an hour and you'd better be there."
He smiled. "Thanks." Sam slipped out into the night.
Sam ran to the park, the night air cold and damp. He thought that he maybe should have grabbed a jacket, but there was no time to go back. When he got to the park he thought that Matt was gone, but then he saw him. Matt was seated under a lamppost, his knees drawn up and his arms tight around them, he looked small and lost. He was in jeans and a tee shirt and he shivered. Sam ran over to him.
"Matt." He knelt down.
Matt looked over at Sam, his eyes wide with fear. "I think there's something wrong with me."
"What?"
He looked away for a moment. "Remember, the first day, when those guys beat me up and I said that I believed karma would take care of it?"
"Yeah." Sam slipped off his sweatshirt and handed it to Matt.
Matt pulled it on with some difficult from how hard he was shaking. "They were the boys killed in the car." He whispered.
Sam's breath caught for a second. "What did you mean, when you said karma would take care of it?"
He shrugged. "When bad stuff happened to me before, something good always happened later. But it's never been like this." He turned to Sam. "I can't remember the last four hours. I woke up here and called you."
Sam hugged his arms close to his chest to stay warm as he sat with Matt on the ground. Matt didn't want to go home, he was scared. His parents were out at a business dinner and his sister was with her boyfriend, he didn't want to be alone. Sam tried to get Matt to tell him more about what happened, but Matt didn't know anything else. He continued to shiver.
A car drove past and slowed. Sam instantly recognized the Impala, but Matt got to his feet, fear peaking again.
Sam grabbed Matt's arm. "It's my brother, it's okay."
Sam froze when John climbed from the driver's side, anger etched into every line of his posture. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his head down.
"Samuel Winchester." John's voice was low.
Sam didn't let go of Matt's arm and felt anger rather than fear. "He needed my help."
John glanced back at the car. "Dean."
Dean was out in an instant, he didn't look at Sam. "Sir?"
"Take Sam's friend to the car so he can get warm."
Matt looked over at Sam who nodded slightly. Dean glanced at his brother as Matt followed him back to the car. Sam then felt the appropriate fear, now that his only witness was gone.
"Tell me what you were thinking?"
"He called me and said he needed help." Sam's voice wavered a little.
"And you didn't tell me." He wasn't yelling, it was always worse when he didn't yell.
"You would have said no. I wasn't about to leave him." Sam tried to pretend that he wasn't terrified.
John grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him close. "There is something out here killing people and I told you to be careful." Sam tried to say something, but John squeezed his arm. "You are going to get into the car. We will drive your friend home and then we will have a long talk. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good." John turned and walked Sam back to the car.
The ride was silent as they drove to Matt's house. The lights were on when John pulled up in front. Matt was still clearly terrified and very pale. John got out of the car and walked Matt up to his front door, his arm around the boy's shoulders. Matt's mom opened the door, relief on her face. She and John spoke for a bit and then John returned to the car. He briefly caught Sam's eyes in the mirror before he pulled away.