Chapter 8
The next day the boys had a late morning. As soon as they had gotten back from their hunt, they had cleaned themselves up and then crashed. No one said a word the rest of the night.
Now Sam awoke on the couch with Dean on the floor next to him still asleep. He heard his brothers' even breaths and fast paced heartbeat. He seemed to be having a nightmare.
"And why wouldn't he be?" A little voice in the back of his mind asked. "He saw what you did last night, how you tore that bitch apart with your bare hands."
Sam clenched his eyes shut, and then groaned softly as memories of the previous night slammed into his brain. What worried him the most was that he was in his right state of mind, he was aware of his surroundings he knew exactly what was happening. But as soon as he bit into her neck and tasted her blood he found that he actually enjoyed it. He loved the feeling it gave him. And even worse was that his brother and Bobby had seen him doing this, and probably saw his reaction. He shuddered at the thought of the inevitable awkwardness this morning would bring.
His eyes popped open at the sound of his brothers' heartbeat evening out, and his breaths hitched every so often. Dean was waking up.
Dean rubbed his face, and then turned to his brothers' direction and opened his eyes. He saw Sam was awake and staring at him sadly. Dean blinked away the fogginess. "Wha?"
Sam didn't say anything; he just shook his head, and then sat up on the couch. He yawned and then heard soft padding around upstairs and knew Bobby was awake too.
Dean then sat up as well and then yawned. He looked at his brother who looked scared out of his mind. "What is it Sam?" He asked his voice deep and husky from sleep.
Sam shook his head and then looked down at Dean to meet his eyes. "Just remember what we talked about yesterday morning."
Dean rolled his eyes and then rubbed his face tiredly, "Come on dude, you didn't hurt anybody. That bitch was gonna die anyway. If not by you then by me."
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I'm not talking about the fact that I killed her! I knew she had to die. It's how I killed her. You can't tell me you're not freaked out at how easy it was for me."
Dean shook his head, and then made his way to his feet, his blanket falling off him onto the floor. "That wasn't you; you weren't in your right state of mind!"
Sam looked down at his brothers' feet. "Yes it was."
"What?" Dean demanded.
Sam's head snapped up to the archway that led to the upstairs staircase. He heard and smelled Bobby approaching and knew he was listening in.
Sam sighed, "Come on in Bobby, you should hear this too."
Dean's head whirled around to see Bobby walking into the room fully dressed. "Sorry." He said simply. Sam shook his head. It didn't matter to him.
He then turned his attention back to his brother. "I was in my right state of mind. I knew exactly what I was doing…and…" He licked his lips to wet them because of their sudden dryness.
Dean crossed his arms over his chest, "And what?" He prodded angrily.
"It felt right…good even." Sam said softly.
"Come again?" Dean demanded suddenly nervous.
Sam sighed again, "I enjoyed it okay!" He clarified.
Dean turned back to look at Bobby for support, but he just shrugged. Dean took in a deep breath and then faced Sam again.
Sam looked completely ashamed and then continued, "I'm letting you know this…because you gotta know how easy it would be for me to kill some civilian…I'm just saying to keep me under close watch in that form okay?"
Dean sighed and then nodded. "You got it."
"Thank you." Sam said with a small smile. He then stood and pulled down the collar of his shirt to look at the bites and scratches he had received the previous night on his neck and shoulders. The small cuts on his arms weren't so bad, but the bite on his shoulder was pretty bad. Not bad enough for medical attention, but it would leave a nice scar.
He then sighed, and made his way to the bathroom. Tonight was the last night he would have to worry about the change for another month, and for that he was grateful. But today, he knew was going to be long and maybe even a little painful.
xXx
By mid-afternoon they had decided to go looking for the other werewolves. They would still have their human identities, but this way they would know who to be looking for later.
They were particularly happy that this was a small town, because in broad daylight it would have looked awfully strange to see two men following a young man who was sniffing everything.
It felt weird for them too. Bobby and Dean followed behind Sam a couple of feet to let him do his thing. When they first started, Sam didn't seem too into it. He would sniff at the air absently, and then shrug at them but continue moving in a certain direction.
Now though the scent was getting stronger, so Sam got more into it. Instead of sniffing the air, he would sniff around garbage cans and dumpsters.
Dean thought that was just nasty, but bit his tongue. He knew Sam would completely lose it if he cracked a joke right now.
Dean was about to lose hope though. They had followed Sam right out of the city; they were now coming into the woods area outside of town. Dean was about to complain that his feet were getting tired, when Sam suddenly picked up his pace. Dean and Bobby shrugged, and then drew their weapons, still following behind Sam.
Sam made a grab for a tree, and then sniffed it like he was completely transfixed on the scent. He then continued to tread through the woods.
"Got somethin' Sammy?" Dean called curiously.
Sam suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and his head snapped toward his brother. His breathing was coming in fast pants, but his face was etched with determination.
"We're getting close." Sam said simply.
Dean and Bobby caught up with him, and looked him over. He seemed alright, just on edge.
Bobby sighed, "Maybe we should do this tomorrow. We were thinkin' we would find some normal folk in the daytime…but I'm thinkin' this is a pack."
"A pack?" Dean questioned.
Bobby nodded, "I group of 'em, like a pack of wolves. These are people who know they're werewolves. They live with each other and pretty much live by the same rules as a pack of wolves do. With an alpha, a beta you name it."
"So what it's like a wolf fan club or somethin'?" Dean asked with disbelief.
Bobby nodded, "Somethin' like that. These folk really live by these rules and don't disobey. But there aren't really many packs out there…I mean you saw that scrap last night, werewolves are very territorial."
Sam nodded in complete understanding. Sam gave a light involuntary chuckle. Dean caught it as soon as it passed his lips, "What?"
Sam shook his head, "Saying that werewolves are 'very territorial' is actually an understatement."
Bobby shrugged, "You'd know more 'bout it than me kid."
Sam nodded at him, "Last night, that girl wanted to kill you and ya know."
Dean nodded in understanding. He knew full well the werewolf wanted to rip his heart out and make it her next meal.
"Well," Sam continued, "I picked up on it…and I was filled with this…I dunno…instinct, this obsession to protect what was mine."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're yours? That's uh…" Dean didn't even finish that thought. He noticed Sam was glaring daggers at him and he knew to drop it.
"Yea," Sam clarified with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You're mine."
Dean then shrugged it off; he figured he'd joke about it later when his brother was less edgy. "So this pack…what're we gonna do about it?"
Bobby shrugged, "Well they're killin' people…we do with them what we do with anything else that kills civilians."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Yea thanks, how?"
Bobby turned to Sam, "Can you tell how many we're dealing with yet?"
Sam shook his head, "No, we're not close enough…but if we get within range for me to sniff 'em out, they can smell us too."
"So looks like we need a plan." Dean stated.
Bobby scratched at his beard absently, and then looked up at the afternoon sky. "And I think I got one."