Chapter 7

Later that night, just minutes before the sunset, Sam, Dean, and Bobby were standing around in the basement. Sam stood in the locked cage, clenching his fists waiting for the onslaught of discomfort. Dean and Bobby stood there silently, both staring at Sam, watching as the youngest Winchester braced himself. Dean clenched a pound of raw hamburger to his side. He knew now that Sam would need it.

Suddenly, Sam's eyes closed forcefully and a thick layer of sweat appeared on his face and neck. His breathing started coming in pants, and he slowly made his way to the ground.

Even though Dean had seen this happen twice, this part never ceased to worry him. Bobby even made a small step toward the cage.

Both watched with bated breath as Sam's fingernails grew and sharpened, and his clenched teeth grow into fangs. His eyes shot open, and they both looked worriedly as his hazel eyes again turned icy blue with a black outline, and his pupils narrow into vertical slits.

Sam looked at them angrily, and then began growling ferociously. Just then, he pounced on the bars and began to howl.

Dean sighed, the werewolf was always the worst right after its transformation. He hoped Sam would find his way to them tonight.

"Come on Sammy." Dean pleaded softly.

At the sound of his voice, the beast calmed a little. He looked at Dean and then Bobby. He cocked his head, and tried to remember.

Dean coughed uncomfortably, and then unwrapped the meat in his hand. As the plastic fell to the ground, the smell of the meat drove the beast to the brink of insanity again. It shook the bars, and snarled at them like a wild dog.

Dean balled up a small piece of meat, and then tossed it into the cage. He watched as Sam quieted, and then caught it. He ate it greedily, and then stared up at Dean. He cocked his head again.

"Sam come on man, we need you." Dean continued to plead.

The animal whimpered, but didn't give them any real clue that this was Sam. Dean tossed another slab of meat in the cage, and watched as Sam slowly picked it up, and ate it more civilly.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned hopefully.

Just then, the werewolf jumped, and then blinked a couple times. He looked up at Dean and Bobby sadly. Dean sighed with relief; he didn't need to be told that his brother was with them now.

"Ya there kid?" Bobby asked with concern.

Sam blinked a few more times, but then nodded. Bobby nodded at Dean, and then proceeded to unlock the werewolf.

The cage door swung open, and then Sam stepped out. He looked at Dean, and then growled with annoyance.

"What?" Dean asked curiously.

Sam sat down on the ground, and then started to take off his shoes. When it was just his socks on, Dean noticed that his brothers' feet looked bigger, but then Sam proceeded to take off his socks and Dean nodded with understanding.

It seemed his fingernails weren't the only thing that sharpened into claws. Dean cringed, that had to have been uncomfortable for him.

Sam then stood up, and then took a slab of meat from Dean's hand. He shoved it in his mouth, and gave his brother a half smile with his mouth still full of meat.

Dean chuckled, "Alright, come on Rover."

Sam rolled his eyes and growled. The three of them then made their way up the stairs. They had work to do.

xXx

They had been walking for about three hours, and found nothing. They've weaved their way through alleyways and back-roads, not finding anything. They didn't bother splitting up, because it wouldn't do any good if Dean or Bobby found the thing with Sam nowhere in sight.

Bobby sighed with exhaustion, and then dropped his defensive stance, as did Dean. Sam however still kept his guard up, his eyes darting around the alleyway.

"Where the hell are these bastards?" Dean asked impatiently.

Bobby shrugged, "I dunno!"

Sam sniffed loudly, and both Dean and Bobby stared at him. Sam let out a warning growl, and then followed the alleyway into its shadowy depths with alarming speed.

"Sammy?!" Dean called nervously as he raise his pistol, and then followed the direction in which his brother went with Bobby at his heel.

As they made their way into the dead end of the alleyway, they were alarmed at the sight in front of them, enough so to drop their guards.

There was another werewolf, a petite Caucasian woman with long blond hair. She looked simply ferocious with the blood caked around her mouth, and a human heart in her left hand. She stood over a man in a suit, his face was completely clawed and there was a huge bloody gaping hole in his chest. Blood was pooled around the man and the two werewolves.

The girl seemed to be considering Sam for a moment. She cocked her head as she stared at him. He inched toward her slowly, but he wasn't looking at her. He smelled the blood of the man and couldn't take his eyes away from the bloody mess.

"Sam!" Dean called trying to keep his brother from losing himself. It didn't seem to work. The other werewolf's head snapped up and began snarling at Dean. It dropped the bloody mass in its hands and started inching toward its new prey.

Sam looked at the heart that now lay on the pavement. It was cold now, and probably completely unappetizing. But still it called to him, its presence, its scent. Everything about it screamed to be eaten.

Suddenly, he heard a gun cock, and then a loud snarl come from behind him. The snarl he understood as a threat for trespassers. It also was filled with the beasts hunger. Sam was pulled from his daze as he realized what was happening. This monster planned on making his brother and Bobby its next meal. Just then, a mixture of instincts overtook him. He was filled with the same instinct he's felt most of his life, the instinct to watch his brothers' back. And a newer, more savage instinct to protect his territory.

Sam turned to the beast and growled. She turned around to see what was threatening her. To his surprise she seemed to actually chuckle. That made him almost lose it. He then pounced on her, and they started to fight.

Dean watched in horror as his brother tried to tear his way through this werewolf. He lowered his gun when he realized he wouldn't be able to get a clear shot. Dean looked at Bobby apprehensively, "What do we do?"

Bobby shrugged, "Watch his back."

Sam didn't fight her with the training he'd known most of his life, but with a more vicious, a more animalistic means. It now seemed so instinctual. He snarled, and then clawed at the girls' face. She yelped in pain and was taken aback. She stared at him furiously, and he saw the damage he had inflicted on her face. Four large slashes made their way diagonally across her face. He had ripped her face to a point where she would definitely need stitches.

That was it for her though. She pounced on him, sending him in the pavement with her straddling his chest. She then lowered her face and bit into his neck. Sam roared in pain.

He was now seeing red. He pushed her off so hard she went sailing into a nearby dumpster. Sam quickly made his way to his feet and snarled.

He watched angrily as she climbed out of the dumpster with nothing to show for it but the dark brown moisture that was now all over her face and chest.

She howled in anger at him, and Sam couldn't help but return it. They were now circling each other without breaking eye contact.

Dean couldn't help but think of how this really did look like wild animals fighting.

The girl then roared and then sailed through the air toward Sam. But he was ready for her. When she landed on him, he grabbed her by the waist and then slammed her into the pavement. A loud 'crack' was heard, and he smiled at the thought that he had broken her spine.

Sam then straddled her hips as she had done before. He then roared with pride over the victory of his prey. He then lowered his head to her neck and ripped out her throat with his teeth.

He was so ecstatic; he celebrated in the blood of his prey when suddenly reality struck as he heard a soft, "Sammy?" come from behind him.

His head snapped up, and then he looked behind him at his brother and Bobby, both of them looking utterly terrified.

Sam then backed up off of the girl, but stayed on the ground. He cowered as close as he could to the wall of the alleyway, but he never once broke eye contact with his brother. He stared up at Dean with a pleading expression.

Dean looked down at the poor excuse for a werewolf that was cowering against a wall with blood all over his face. He sighed, and then clicked the safety on his gun, and tucked it into his waistband. "Come on Sammy." Dean said softly. "You got what you need?"

Sam nodded softly. He didn't think he'd ever get the girls scent out of his head. Then the thought sent horrible realization through his head that made him whimper, but it sounded more like a whistle in the back of his throat.

"Alright then," Dean continued softly, but more sternly. "Let's get you home and clean you up alright?"

Sam nodded softly, and then made his way to his feet.

They lingered in that spot for a few moments to wipe down their fingerprints. When that was taken care of, Dean sent an anonymous tip to the police about a double murder.

The three of them then headed back to Bobby's house in silence. The events of that night seared in their brains for the rest of their lives.