Chapter 4

Sam woke up the following morning because of a horribly bright light on his face. He could see the orange of the light from beneath his eyelids. He tried to cover his face with his arm, but he found it was raised above his head, and seemed to be chained there. Sam cracked his eyes open, and saw that the horrible light was coming from the morning sun cracking through the blinds, directly onto his face.

Sam turned his head in the other direction, and then opened his eyes completely. The first thing he saw was Dean's empty bed, but knew he was in the shower from the strong scent of soap that came through the cracks under the bathroom door, and heard the sound of water running.

Sam looked up and saw his arms were chained to the bedposts. What happened last night? Then, as if on cue, the memories came flooding back to him. The hunger, the random heat, the silver chain around his neck, and then fog. Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion; he also seemed to remember his brother tossing chunks of raw meat into his mouth. What was that about?

Then, the sound of running water stopped with a loud squeak that made Sam cringe. Then he listened as Dean's bare feet padded through the bathroom.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Dean stepped out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist; a cloud of steam following behind him. He took two steps from the bathroom, and saw Sam staring at him with a confused look.

Sam swallowed hard when he saw his brother. He thought the weird cannibalistic hunger was just a onetime deal, it wasn't. He heard Dean's heartbeat, and nearly lost himself in the even tempo.

"Sam?" Dean questioned. His game face intact as he walked over to his bed to reach the duffel bag on his pillow. "You with me?" He then stared rummaging through the cluttered mess in the bag for something to wear.

Dean's voice pulled him out of his slight hypnosis with a start. He nodded, and then replied, "Yea. Wanna let me out?"

Dean nodded as he tossed a pair of jeans onto the bed. He then pulled the small set of keys from the nightstand, and then proceeded to let Sam loose.

The second the cuffs were off his wrists, Sam sat bolt up. He then swung his legs over the side of the bed and he sighed. "So what's the plan for today?"

Dean shrugged as he turned back to his duffel bag. "Head out in about a half hour. Figure we'll make it to Bobby's by three…maybe four this afternoon?"

Sam nodded. "Good plan."

"First, we need to get some breakfast. How bout it wolf boy?" Dean joked, still not looking Sam in the eye.

Sam chuckled dryly. "Sure, Dean."

Sam then sighed; he knew that things were getting awkward between them.

xXx

They had stopped for breakfast at some diner in the middle of nowhere. At first Dean was a little worried because he had ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich; Sam ordered nothing. Bobby had told him that werewolves had larger appetites then humans. He had complained to Sam that he needed to eat, but he had said that he had it covered if Dean was willing to stop at the grocery store out of town. Dean had nodded, and then bit into his sandwich.

After Dean had eaten, they made their way to the small grocery store Sam was talking about. Dean stayed in the car with his music blaring, and Sam went inside.

Twenty minutes later, Sam came out of the store with a large bag in his hand. When he sat in the passenger seat, and shut the door, he immediately began rummaging through the bag. Dean stared at him with a worried expression. He wondered if Sam was going to be okay. Madison hadn't acted this way.

To his horror, he watched as Sam pulled out packet of raw steak. He tore through the plastic barrier, and then plummeted into the raw bloody mess. He had lapped at the blood with his tongue, and then bit into the meat with a pleasured moan.

Dean tried his best not to look, but it was indeed very disturbing. So he put the car in 'drive', and then zoomed out of the parking lot.

By mid-afternoon, and Sam and Dean made it safely to Bobby's house. They now sat in Bobby's study with books on their laps, Bobby was skimming through some old print outs. Their conversation was light.

Dean couldn't help but glance at Sam every once in a while. His brother was acting so off. Granted, the whole werewolf thing gave him a pretty good excuse, but this was different. Sam wouldn't look Dean in the eye, and even when they were in the car, he had to keep the window open. He wondered if he smelled bad or something. Even now Sam was sitting on the other side of the room from him and Bobby. It was concerning, and a little offensive.

Sam could smell it, hear it, practically taste it. Blood, meat. Food. Coming from his brother, his own flesh and blood. And Bobby. He kept his breathing slow so he didn't accidently inhale their scent, and tried to ignore the sounds of their nervous hearts. He swallowed hard, and tried to concentrate on the open book in his lap.

Bobby placed his papers on his desk, and then took in a loud breath. He looked over at Sam hesitantly. "Sam?"

Sam shook his head, and then turned his gaze up toward Bobby and Dean. Still not looking them in the eyes. "Yea?"

"You remember anything about last night? Anything at all, after you…turned?"

Sam shrugged, and then scratched his head. "Ah…I remember Dean…tossing raw meat at my face. That's about it."

Bobby nodded, and then picked the papers back up. "Alright, this is good."

"How?" Dean questioned.

Bobby shrugged. "Says here, werewolves don't usually remember anything about their…night activities. I think Sam here is trying to remember, trying to control this. Just keep it up kid."

Sam nodded, and then looked back down at his book. Dean then stood up and walked over to Sam. "Alright, what's your deal?"

Sam looked up suddenly, "I dunno what you mean."

"You won't look at us…you can't stand to be around me for more than a few seconds. Come on! Tell me, we can't help you unless we know what's going through your head."

Sam sighed. He knew they were right. "I-I…I can smell you guys."

Dean shook his head, and furrowed his brows. "Come again?"

"You guys smell…good." Sam hesitated.

"Uh…thanks..?" Dean replied confusedly.

"Dean!" Bobby exclaimed. It was obvious that he understood.

"I mean," Sam tried to clarify, "your meat…it smells so good. Like…food."

"Oh." Dean said nervously. Realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"What do we do Bobby?"

Bobby shrugged, "I dunno! I've never heard of anything like this! Usually the heightened senses don't follow into the human part of the mind."

"Well Sam is a bit psychic…maybe that might have something to do with it?" Dean questioned, looking at Sam.

Sam shrugged. Bobby just shook his head, "Maybe…maybe not. This is so frustrating when you don't have all the pieces."

"Yea you're telling me." Sam replied with a half smile.

Sam gave a slight twitch. It didn't really register with Dean, but Bobby immediately looked over at the opened window and saw the orange sky as the sun was beginning to sink. He then grabbed Dean's arm, and pointed out the window. Dean nodded in understanding.

"Alright kid, let's get you settled." Bobby said as he stood from his chair.

Sam looked out the window, and then nodded solemnly. He felt like a slave to the night. He stood, and then followed Bobby to the basement.

Bobby had a large barred cage built in, completely made of iron. He said that nothing could break it. Sam nodded, and then stepped in. He sighed as Bobby locked the door.

Sam looked out between the bars and at his brothers' saddened expression. Dean sighed and then said softly, "We're gonna figure this out, I promise you."

Sam sighed sadly. He knew they wouldn't. There was no real cure. The only way to assure that he wouldn't hurt anyone was to put a silver bullet to his head, or his heart.

He then started panting, and sweating bullets. He felt it coming, and knew that the sun was completely down.

Show time.

I found this chapter pretty hard to write. haha. Hope I didnt blow it.

I swear, the story will pick itself up.

Thanks for reading!