Chapter 14

Sam continued to run through the salvage yard frantically as he followed the two haunting scents. He knew his brother was having a tough time keeping up, but he couldn't bother to slow down. Bobby's life depended on it.

As Sam got closer he realized he recognized the smell of the werewolf. It was the man with the dark hair he had met in that pack. The same man he saw in his vision.

Sam growled deep in his throat as he realized how the vision now made sense. Dean hadn't killed them all. But Sam couldn't help but blame himself. If he hadn't been so weak to give into his urges, he could have mustered up the strength to go in the cabin himself and slaughter them all.

In between two cars that were completely totaled, Sam came to an abrupt halt. He now saw the werewolf in front of him as it slowly scratched up an unconscious Bobby, releasing that amazing smell of blood into the air.

Sam heard as Dean finally caught up with him. He heard how fast his breathing was, and how fast his heart raced.

Dean looked up and saw the back of his brothers' head. He saw how Sam was watching as Bobby was getting sliced by another werewolf. And for a fearful second, Dean thought that Sam would lose his fight for control, and help the other one.

When just then, the other werewolf looked up from his prey and locked eyes with Sam. It growled, deep and ferociously, sending out a message. 'traitor. Murderer.' It wordlessly accused.

Sam gave a half smile, and then let out a growl of his own, sending the other werewolf a different message. 'trespasser! Get out!'

Suddenly Sam pounced on the other werewolf, sending them both to the dirt ground with Sam on top. The werewolf beneath him snarled with rage and raked his claws across Sam's face.

Sam roared with pain. It was so loud that it echoed around them, making it stretch out for much longer than it actually lasted.

Dean cringed at the sound; he then looked over at Bobby who lay forgotten about, unconscious. Dean clicked the safety back on his gun, and slid it back into his waistband and slowly made his way past the battling werewolves to his friends' side.

Sam leaned into the werewolf's neck, and bit down hard. The trespasser roared in agony as Sam shook his head with a feral growl and tore a chunk right out of the beasts' neck.

The werewolf beneath him bucked and howled with total anguish and Sam but couldn't help but celebrate as he pulled himself up so he could look in his enemy's eyes as he chewed up the torn flesh and blood and swallowed it down.

The werewolf beneath him snarled and then punched Sam directly in the gut, forcing him to curl in on himself protectively and roll off his prey.

The werewolf saw this as his opportunity. He jumped up, and dragged a now thrashing Sam by the legs into the center of the clearing. It dropped his legs and then straddled Sam's hips. It snarled at Sam, and then bit into Sam's right arm. Hard.

Sam howled and roared with complete and utter agony as the beast bit into his arm so hard Sam was amazed that its fangs hadn't pierced his bone.

Even as a werewolf, and sounding anything but human, Dean couldn't ignore his brothers' cries. He looked up from Bobby to the scene before him and his jaw couldn't help but drop. That beast was slowly torturing Sam!

Dean pulled his gun from his waistband and clicked the safety off, without another thought, he shot the monster in the gut.

The beast dropped his brothers' arm, and then growled as it was now looking at Dean. It slowly crept off Sam and made its way over to Dean. Slowly, like it was stalking him first.

Dean fired the gun again and hit the werewolf in his right hip. It snarled, and then pounced on Dean, sending them both crashing to the ground with it on top. During the fall the gun flew out of Dean's fingers and right by Bobby's side.

The monster gave a half smile down at Dean and then slowly raked his claws across Dean's chest, and up to his neck.

Dean moaned with pain, he wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction of his screams.

His will seemed to only make the animal hungrier. As blood swelled to the surface of the newly inflicted wound on his neck, the monster growled with delight as it leaned down and began to lap at the blood with his tongue.

Sam watched this as pain-filled tears came to his eyes. He watched as the other werewolf leaned in and tasted his brother. That seemed to have been a big mistake as Sam felt the primal instinct come to mind.

Pain momentarily forgotten, Sam leapt over to the scene and yanked the beast off of Dean, tossing it into an old 'Ford' with a snarl that clearly translated as, 'mine!'

It quickly gathered itself and faced Sam with a look of pure rage and hatred plastered across its' face. They slowly began to circle each other. They each growled and snarled at each other. Then, it made the first move.

It leapt over to Sam and the two of them threw dangerously sharpened claws at each other with loud feral roars.

Dean watched with complete terror. However a slight movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head and saw that Bobby was now awake and watching the scrap before them with wide eyes.

Dean smiled as he noticed the gun was at Bobby's side. He whispered a quick, "Bobby!" and got his attention. Bobby's head snapped over to Dean, who was pointing at the gun that lay by his side. Bobby nodded at Dean, and then lifted the gun.

He aimed it carefully at the other werewolf, and then fired off a headshot that made Sam wince and then jump back.

The beast let out a small whimper, and then it fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. They watched as its' brains quickly leaked from the hole in the back of it's' head.

When they were sure the monster was dead, Dean looked up and evaluated his brother carefully. His left cheek was pretty torn up and his right arm was going to need professional attention. Dean carefully lifted Sam's arm so he could take a better look, but Sam let out a whimper that sounded more like a whisper in the back of his throat.

Dean sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. "Come on Sparky, let's get you inside."

Sam nodded as he cradled his bleeding right arm with his left. He then followed Dean and Bobby back to the house.

As far as territorial battles went, Dean was always the winner. And Sam was in fact his territory.

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