Chapter 6

The next morning the three of them stood around the kitchen drinking coffee. They were all showered and dressed and groomed, so now there was no other way to put off the inevitable.

Sam sighed, and figured he's start first. "Yes, it was me last night. I remember mostly everything."

Dean sipped his coffee, and then placed his mug down, "Mostly?"

Sam nodded, and then chuckled dryly. "I remember you pretty much insulting me every chance you got."

Dean smirked, and then looked over at Bobby.

Bobby shrugged. "Well, if you can pull yourself together again tonight, I guess we can letcha out."

Sam gave a sad smile, and then nodded. Dean didn't miss it the look. "What?"

Sam shrugged. "Nothin'."

"Don't lie to me. What's wrong?" Dean prodded.

Sam shook his head. "Forget it, it's nothing important."

"Come on, just spit it out!" Dean ordered, sounding a little annoyed.

Sam sighed, "It's just I shouldn't have to learn to control myself. This whole thing is insane! With the way we were raised, Dean I should be dead."

Dean took a step forward, "Are you kidding me right now?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "You know I'm right! I can't even pretend to be the way I was! I can still smell, hear, and see everything! It's like a constant reminder that I'll never be normal."

Dean sighed, "Sam, as much as it sucks you weren't going to have normal anyway."

Sam's eyes shot up to Dean's face. "What?"

"The way we were raised! You tried once, remember? And even if you tried again after this Yellow-Eyed son-of-a-bitch is dead, you would still know what's out there. That's not normal!"

"Well you still should have killed me! The second I was bitten, you should've pumped me with silver!" Sam argued.

"You know I can't do that!" Dean yelled.

"Why? You're supposed to do it one day anyway! Why not now?"

"You are unbelievable!"

"I don't want to live like this! I can't even eat normally. It's degrading!"

Dean shook his head, and then looked at his feet. He knew he couldn't kill his brother, why couldn't he see that? He looked back up at Sam's face hesitantly.

"Look," Dean tried to reason calmly, "I know this sucks, but you're doing so good. You gained control over this thing in two nights! Now that aint nothing! I need you here; with me…that's why you're not dead, remember?"

Sam sighed, "Fine." He said in an annoyed tone. "But if I ever lose control, and hurt someone…I'm killing myself. Got it?"

Both Dean and Bobby nodded.

Sam took a long gulp of his coffee, and then placed his mug down. "So this case, got anything new?" He said obviously changing the subject.

Bobby sighed sadly, and then scratched absently at the back of his head. "Only somethin' that may or may not confirm my suspicions."

"Insightful." Dean said sarcastically. "What the hell does that mean?"

Bobby coughed uncomfortably. "Well…these werewolves and demons aint tag teamin'."

"So…it's a coincidence?" Dean questioned with disbelief.

"Or a hunt." Sam realized. "They're after something. One side doesn't want the other side to have it."

"Bingo." Bobby confirmed.

"Do we know for sure what they're after?" Dean asked sounding a little nervous.

Bobby shrugged, but he kept his eyes on Sam.

"I think we do know." Sam said solemnly.

"And what's that?" Dean challenged.

"Me." Sam answered simply.

"Come on! We don't know that for sure!" Dean argued.

"I'd say we do." Sam snapped.

"Come on, give me a break!"

"Also…" Bobby interjected. He couldn't stand watching them fight. "An old friend gave me an approximate demon count."

Dean looked at Bobby warily. "Okay, how many demons we lookin' at?"

"Only bout ten but…that's enough."

"How many werewolves?" Sam asked nervously.

Bobby shrugged, "We were actually hopin' you could tell us."

"How the hell would I know?" Sam questioned defensively.

Bobby sighed, "You said you can smell us right?"

Sam rolled his eyes, and then nodded.

"Well…can you smell our differences too?"

Sam looked at Bobby curiously, "How do you mean?"

"Say if we were to blindfold ya, and leave you somewhere…would you be able to sniff us out to get back to us?"

"Like a dog?" Sam asked sounding alarmed.

Bobby simply shrugged.

Sam sighed sadly, "Probably, yea if I'm being honest."

Dean looked at Sam worriedly. "Really?"

Sam nodded shamefully.

"I dunno whether that's amazing…or disturbing." Dean joked.

Sam rolled his eyes at him. "But how's this supposed to give us a werewolf count?" He asked as he turned his attention back to Bobby.

"Well…you aint gonna like it." Bobby warned.

"Bobby…what about any of this have I liked?" Sam questioned with a half smile.

Bobby nodded solemnly, "Uh…if we found a werewolf, and you were to sniff it…you think you'd be able to find the rest of 'em?"

"Like a dog." Sam repeated with disbelief.

Sam sighed sadly, "I can try…but I can't make any promises."

"Alright I've decided," Dean interjected, "this is disturbing."

"You think?" Sam asked with a dry chuckle.

"When he heading out?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged, "Tonight I guess, I found a spot where people turned up this morning with missin' hearts. Just gotta pick up another trail."

"Well with Sparky here," Dean said pointing to Sam, "it shouldn't be too difficult."

Sam looked at Dean with disbelief. "Bite me!"

Dean chuckled lightly.

Bobby gave a half smile as well, "So we give Sam a while to…gather himself, then we go."

"Sounds good," Dean agreed, "How we gonna know that Sam's with us?"

Sam chuckled, "Oh, I'll let you know."

"Great." Dean grumbled.

They then say there sipping their coffee, and calmly planning what they were going to do that night. It seemed that Sam was an essential piece to their planning. But he was also their greatest weapon…if he could control himself.

Haha! I'm so mean leaving it off like that, I'm sorry. Chapter 7 coming soon!

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