Warning: Nudity in this chapter! Nothing extreme, but eh. haha.

Chapter 9

Twenty minutes later Sam was alone in the woods following the thick trail the pack had left. He would stop every so often, grab a tree, and then inhale the scent, letting it fill his head. It actually alarmed him a little how thick the trail was. It was almost too distinct, too easy to follow.

He continued on his way with determination. He was getting so close; he could now tell that this was a small pack. There were two older males, three older females, and one that was only a child, a pup. Sam was sickened at the thought of a small child being cursed like this.

He was also close enough to sniff out their emotions. They had also detected him, but they could smell his similar state of being. Sam rolled his eyes at the thought of these people going against their instincts to form a pack. He was completely on edge as he got closer to them. They seemed to picked up on his kinship and remained unthreatened.

The scents were swimming in his mind, and he knew as he stared at a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere that this is where the pack was hidden.

Just then, the front door slammed open, and a large older man with black hair and green eyes stood in the threshold. He looked strangely pleased to see Sam standing there. The man then cocked his head, and smiled menacingly.

"Sam Winchester," The man said smoothly, "we've been expecting you."

Sam stared at the man wide eyed and then stood in a defensive stance. "Who are you?" Sam demanded.

The man laughed, and then another man, not quite as old as him, but he certainly looked as experienced stepped into view behind the first one. "Mah, name isn't important just yet." He said happily.

Just then a young woman about Sam's age appeared from behind the two men. She had olive toned skin, and long blond hair cascading over her dark blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman, and she shoved her way past the two men, and raced toward Sam.

Sam had been too busy looking at the woman's face that she didn't notice that this petite woman was completely naked. She stopped running when she was a mere inch away from him, and she held out her hand to him.

Sam considered her for a moment. She looked so familiar, she even smelled familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

She then smiled up at him warmly, "Come on Sam. I won't hurt you."

The scenery around them seemed to darken, and Sam began to sweat deeply. He looked up at the sky and noticed that sun was indeed sinking. He looked over at the girl, and the two men and noticed that they too were sweating.

Then, the familiar transformation began. He watched as the beautiful woman in front of him turn into a wild animal, and then the two men behind her. Sam felt the same thing happening to him, and then he saw things through a completely different perspective.

The woman in front of him stared up at him expectantly with her animalistic, icy blue eyes and then growled at him, but not in a threatening way. It was more in an almost seductive way. He understood it immediately; she indeed was not looking to harm him.

She was looking to mate.

Instinct completely clouded Sam's mind, and he returned the growl, and then embraced her. She seemed to almost purr with pleasure as she bit softly into Sam's neck. He growled in return as he was suddenly very aroused.

He then backed away from her as he realized he was overdressed. He feverishly tore through his many layers of shirts, and tossed them on the woods floor. He kicked off his shoes, and then his socks. Then he pulled his pants off, and came back to her in only his boxers.

He turned her around so that his sweat covered chest was pressed up against her bare back. Her head rested comfortably in the crook of his neck. With a dangerously clawed hand he caressed her side gently, and he growled with pleasure as she continued to purr.

With her own clawed hand, she grasped his cheek, and her purrs turned into growls of pleasure as he began to lick the back of her neck.

His soft licks turned into aroused bites, and she couldn't deny him anymore. She suddenly whirled around to face him, and then pulled him down to the ground. He lay on his back, and she straddled his hips.

She looked up at the night sky, and then howled. Sam then did the same as she then sunk her fangs into his neck. His howl turned into a growl, and then she let up. She began to lap at the bleeding wound with her tongue.

That's when Sam heard it. Branches and twigs breaking rapidly. Two humans were approaching them, and fast. He sniffed at the air, and then pushed his mate gently off of him. She whimpered at his denial.

And that's when reason hit. What the hell was he doing?

He shook his head feverishly as clarity came to mind. The two humans approaching were Dean and Bobby, and he was about to…oh God.

With lightning speed, Sam was suddenly on his feet and facing the other werewolf. She seemed confused by his sudden actions.

Sam sighed, this had gotten so confusing. He was only supposed to worm his way into this pack only slightly. He wanted to know what they were after, that was it! A simple con, it was supposed to be nothing to him. But it seems he had been set up, this woman had been waiting for him.

Sam now knew that Bobby's theory was at least half right. He knew that the werewolves were after him, they wanted him to join their pack…but why? Why him? Why was ha so special? Was he chosen specifically, or was he picked at random? Sam scoffed, that would only be his luck.

Sam looked back at the small shack, and saw that they door was closed. The two werewolves had decided to leave Sam alone with this girl, they were giving the young couple privacy.

Then Dean and Bobby came into view in a small clearing. They both had their guns filled with silver bullets, and they were aimed at the woman in front of Sam.

When she saw them, she looked up at Sam and growled angrily. Her message was clear, "Traitor." Sam gave her a half smile, and then looked at his brother.

The girl started inching toward the two men in the clearing, and Sam's territorial instincts went into overdrive. He let out a feral growl, and then forcefully slid his claws across her naked chest. She fell back with a look of pure rage on her face.

He shot a glance at Dean and saw his brother was signaling him. Dean pointed to the shack, and then gave a thumbs up, and then a thumbs down. Sam got the signal immediately.

Dean was asking if there were too many werewolves inside for him and Bobby to take out, he was asking if he should proceed in cleaning up the mess.

Sam nodded toward the shack, telling Dean to go on ahead, there were a few werewolves inside, but he was sure it wouldn't be a problem if he and Bobby kept their guards up.

Dean nodded, and then he and Bobby headed toward the shack.

The girl had gathered herself, and pounced. She was in midair directly above Sam when gunshots rang through the night, and three bullet holes appeared in her chest. She fell to the ground at Sam's side, dead.

Sam's head snapped up and he saw his brother with a raised gun. He had shot and killed the girl for him. Sam nodded in thank you, and Dean mouthed wordlessly, "You're welcome."

Then he followed Bobby into the shack. Sam cringed as he heard ten gunshots pierce the silence of the night one after another. He looked in the window and saw flashes of light, and his senses almost got the best of him when he smelled all the blood, but he successfully kept himself in check. He was getting better at the self control.

Then, Dean strolled out of the shack with a relieved smile on his face and his gun tucked back into his waistband. He spotted Sam looking at him by a tree a few feet away and then walked up to his brothers' side.

"Woo!" Dean said sounding exhilarated. "That was a workout!"

Sam rolled his eyes at him, and then growled. He hadn't had anything to eat yet, and he was a little testy.

Dean smiled, and then continued, "Didja get what you wanted to?"

He was talking about the information Sam had received. Sam nodded simply for response.

"Good," Dean answered happily, "we're gonna talk about it in the morning."

Sam nodded solemnly.

Dean then eyed his brother up and down and then something clicked, "Uh…Sam…tomorrow when you tell us what you find out, are you gonna tell us why you're in your underwear?"

Sam then growled in annoyance, and then playfully shoved his brother.