Chapter 12

When they got back to Bobby's it was loud. Sam and Dean hadn't stopped arguing since they left the victims' house. Just as Dean had suspected. Bobby sat in his library saying nothing with his head on his forehead trying to tune them out.

Dean and Sam were in each others' faces.

"Why the hell not!?" Sam had screamed as he walked back into the library with a beer in his hand.

"Because I said so! This isn't even negotiable! He's a demon!" Dean responded as he followed Sam into the room with a beer of his own.

"But if he wants me human, than isn't that a good thing?" Sam argued as he turned to face his brother.

"Yea for now! But what about when the time comes that he wants payment huh? He's a demon! You gotta know there's gonna be strings attached!"

"So what are we supposed to do?" Sam questioned impatiently. "Leave me like this? Then the demon won't come after me? He's not gonna stop Dean! He's just gonna keep following me…and…" Sam cut himself off and looked down at his feet miserably.

"And what?" Dean prodded curiously.

Sam blinked a few times, and then looked back up to his brother. "He's not gonna stop chasing me…and I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."

Dean was taken aback for a moment. "Are you kidding me?"

Sam looked at him curiously, "What?"

"This isn't your fight! This is our fight! We'll figure something out, I promise. The second a cure pops up, I swear we'll look into it."

Sam nodded sadly, "A cure did pop up."

"This isn't a cure!" Dean exclaimed as he rubbed his temple out of frustration. "This is just another form of selling your soul!"

"Dean," Sam said in a voice just above a whisper. His tone sounded defeated. Broken. "I can't live like this…if you were in my position you would jump all over this too."

Dean sighed, and pulled his hand away from his head. "You're right. I probably would, I mean come on the way dad raised us…but I would know that I couldn't do it."

"I do know I shouldn't do it…but what other option do I have? Sit around and hope for another solution to just fall in my lap?"

"No," Bobby interjected suddenly, as he looked up at the brothers. "You can turn this around into something useful."

Sam chuckled humorlessly. "How?"

Bobby shrugged, and then removed his hand from his forehead. "For starters, being a hunter with those extra senses could definitely come in handy."

Sam couldn't help but agree with that, even though he was still confused as to how he had the strengthened senses even in his human state of mind.

"And that…territory instinct you were tellin' us about…could save our butts sometime along the line."

Sam nodded in agreement.

"What about the raw meat diet? Hmm?" Sam argued.

Dean shrugged, "You've been doin' a pretty good job in keeping it in check so far. I gotta admit, the control you have over this thing…it's pretty impressive."

"More than impressive," Bobby added, "It's damn near impossible! I mean, I told you there's what a couple dozen who have control over this. But none of them have gained that control as fast as you."

Sam chuckled at that, "Great, so even to werewolves I'm a freak."

Dean shrugged with a half smile on his face, "There's no cure for that, sorry Sparky."

Sam snickered as he sipped his beer. He glared at his brother, who was looking back at him apprehensively. Sam put his beer down and sighed.

"We will figure this out." Dean promised in all seriousness.

Sam nodded slowly, and then looked back up to his brother. "I know we will."

I figured I'd write up a short little brotherly love chapter. Haha. I'm more of an 'action-packed' chick I guess, so if this was bad just lemmie know. =)