Chapter 5

Dean stood outside the cage watching protectively over his brother as Sam stared at him with a knowing look on his face. It made Dean proud to think that Sam was actually fighting this thing for control, but it was still unsettling.

It had been only a half hour since the sun went down. At first Sam had went near insane, he shook the bars and jumped, and snarled. It was actually watching a wild animal being held captive. Bobby wasn't too much help, as soon as Sam was settled in the cage; he went upstairs to keep researching. It saddened Dean to see Sam like this, but it needed to be done.

Now the beast was silent, Dean tossed chunks of raw meat through the bars of the cage, and Sam would grab at them, and eat them in silence. But never, did it take its eyes from Dean.

The basement door creaked open suddenly, and Bobby walked slowly down the steps. As soon as he reached the bottom step, his eyes looked at the caged animal immediately. He sighed at what the youngest Winchester had been reduced to.

Dean's eyes darted to Bobby, and then to his brother, that was now growling at the stranger, and baring his fangs. Dean balled up another piece of meat and tossed it into the cage. The beast silenced itself and made a grab for the meat.

"Find anything?" Dean asked hopefully.

Bobby scratched at the back of his head absently. "Nothin' that can help Sam, but there is something interesting."

"Yea, what's that?" Dean asked suddenly not so interested.

"Demons." Bobby said simply.

Dean looked at Bobby with a concerned look. "Demons? Where?"

Bobby chuckled dryly. "Here…of all places. But that's only half of it."'

"Half of it? As in there's more?" Dean prodded tiredly.

Sam made a soft whimper, which turned into a light growl. He didn't seem to like being ignored. Dean rolled his eyes in his brothers' direction, and then threw a large slab of red, wet, raw meat into the cage. Sam charged after it, and ate it quickly.

Dean nodded in Bobby's direction, urging him to continue.

"Seems we got werewolves too." Bobby said silently.

"Wait," interjected Dean, hoping he had just heard wrong, "Werewolves? As in more than one, as in more than gigantor over here?" Dean continued, gesturing at Sam.

Sam huffed, and gave a short annoyed growl. Not a dangerous hungry, or angry growl, but a growl like he just comprehended what Dean just said.

Dean looked at his caged brother hopefully. "Sam?" He questioned hesitantly. Sam sat with his legs crossed in the middle of the cage. He looked at Dean, and then at Bobby. He then gave another annoyed growl, as he suddenly eyed the tray of meat in front of his brother. Dean rolled his eyes again and threw another ball into the cage.

"Don't sweat it kid, if Sam's ever gonna take control of his thing, it's gonna take time." Bobby said reassuringly.

"Yea, but did you hear him? He understood me, I know he did!" Dean said excitedly.

Bobby nodded, "He probably had a breakthrough for a minute. We'll question him in the morning. Now can we get back to the reason I came down here?"

Dean nodded solemnly.

"Okay," Bobby continued, "werewolves and demons in the same town. Just came outta nowhere too. What do you think?"

Dean shrugged as he looked Bobby in the eye. "I dunno. These things don't usually tag team."

Bobby nodded, "Yea I know…but I don't believe in coincidence either."

"That's true too." Dean agreed halfheartedly.

Bobby sighed, and then realigned his ball cap. "But I was thinkin'…" Bobby cut himself off in midsentence, and then sighed as he rubbed his chin with frustration.

"What?" Dean prodded.

"Well…you're not gonna like it." Bobby warned.

"If it involves demons and/or werewolves…I don't think I'll be happy no matter what." Dean replied with a dry chuckle.

Bobby sighed, "I mean it."

Dean sighed, "What is it?" He said reluctantly.

"Do ya think maybe…this might have somethin' to do with…Sam?"

Dean's face dropped. "Why would you think that?"

The werewolf in the cage grumbled, but it sounded suspiciously close to the word 'moron'. Dean's face shot over to his brother, and then to Bobby. Bobby shrugged, but didn't say anything.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned. Sam looked up at Dean, and Dean couldn't help but gasp. Still it's eyes were animalistic, but the ferocity wasn't there. Sam looked up at them with sad haunted eyes that Dean knew all too well. This was no beast that stared back at him, but his brother.

"S-Sam?" Dean whispered.

Sam twitched slightly that looked more like a nod, and then rolled his eyes.

"You in there dude?" Dean prodded.

Sam gave a more noticeable nod. Dean stared at him wide eyed. "Say somethin!"

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but found the words wouldn't pass his lips. He only made noises that sounded like snarls and small barking. It embarrassed him that he sounded more like a dog than a human being. He hung his head in defeat.

"You can't talk?" Dean asked sounding a little startled.

Sam shook his head.

Bobby looked at the scene before him completely bewildered. "I don't…believe this."

"One night Bobby," Dean whispered, he couldn't keep the pride from his voice. He looked at Bobby with excitement clear on his face. "He gained control in one night."

Dean then strode over to the door to let his brother out, when Bobby ran over to stop him.

Dean looked up at him in disbelief, "What the hell?"

"What'd I say earlier? We don't know if this is Sam."

Dean sighed, and then looked at Sam.

Sam huffed in annoyance, and then nodded. He then proceeded to look up at the ceiling.

Dean hesitantly backed away from the door, and then looked back at Bobby.

Bobby continued about the case, "I was thinkin' that this has somethin' to do with Sam because…didn't you say somethin' about him havin' a connection to the Yellow-Eyed Demon?"

Dean nodded slowly, and then Sam sighed aloud. Dean whirled his head around to see Sam staring at them again. He nodded in Bobby's direction, hinting him to proceed.

"And now…the whole werewolf thing…I'm not really sure how all this fits just yet, but I can assure you…it aint gonna be pretty."

"That's comforting." Dean said sarcastically.

He looked over at Sam who was still sitting in the center of the floor of the cage. He was staring at his claws absently, but Dean was sure he was still listening to them.

"Alright, we'll pick up research first thing when ah…wolf boy here can speak." Dean teased.

Sam looked away from his hands, and glared daggers at Dean. He couldn't help but growl in annoyance as well. Dean chuckled, and then threw more meat into the cage.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, they just knew it.

I probably should have noted in the last chapter, that since this is set in season 2, there was no demon panic room. I'm just kinda thinking a little bit out of the 'Supernatural' box, while still trying to stay in character.

So criticism is very much appreciated.

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