I have no idea how they can change without following the whole moon cycle thing, so I just made it up. But this is when Derek and Sammy start the flirting process. I think. I don't know, this is how I flirt, but I guess I'm a bit crazy. (And not much of a flirt…) I tried to tailor it to something Sammy would say, and something Derek-a character I know almost nothing about-would say. It was NOT easy, people. The things I do for you…
Anyway, 'if something looks like this, this is a guy in wolf form talking'. Just so you know.
"Alright Sam, are you ready?" Dean asked. They had just finished breakfast with Derek, the other two having left the day before. It had been three days after Derek had turned Sam, and his shoulder had already healed, Dean staring at it with appreciation, saying that 'it WOULD be useful on a hunt'. Sam had rolled his eyes, and Derek had laughed.
"Yeah," Sam replied, standing up with Derek.
"I've already called Bobby. I'm gonna go and help him out. When I come back, I expect perfection, got it?" Dean said, grabbing his leather jacket and duffle bag. Sam snorted, rolling his eyes affectionately.
"Yes sir," he said. "Drive safe. When will you be back?"
"When do I not?" Dean asked, smiling slightly evilly. Sam burst out laughing as Dean waggled his eyebrows. "Farewell, Princess Samantha. Your knight in the shining Impala will return this afternoon!" And with that, Dean danced out the door. Sam sighed happily, and Derek felt jealousy wash over him. He loved seeing Sam happy and laughing, he loved seeing Sam's dimples, which were rarely revealed. When Sam turned to him, he snapped out of it.
"Let's go," he said, leading Sam out into the woods to a nice and large clearing. "Alright. Now, I'm gonna teach you how to change." Sam made him feel like he could talk as much as he wanted, unlike the rest. He felt he could be open with the younger Winchester; felt he could trust him more easily than the older Winchester.
"Okay," Sam said, ready to learn, another thing that made Derek favor the young man.
"All you really need to do is think about it. See," Derek said, changing. Sam watched, fascinated. Derek then spoke to him in canine form after sitting.
'Now you try,' he said. Sam nodded, and began to think about changing, and tried to imagine what he would look like. It didn't happen as fast as Derek's change did, but slowly, he did change. It didn't hurt, like he thought it would. He felt oddly detached as his skeleton contorted itself. A minute later, where Sam had been standing, was a darker colored wolf. The top of his head, the base of his ears, and his back were a dark brown, like Sam's original hair. Underneath the dark brown was a caramel-like color, and it was above the dark strip on his ears. The rest of him, his belly, lower jaw, muzzle, and tips of his ears were white. He still had his wide hazel eyes, even in wolf form. He was sitting on the pile of clothes he was previously wearing. He whimpered, hiding his eyes with a paw.
'Next time, envision that you still have clothes on when you change. You'll still be wearing them. Now, don't think about changing like you did just now if you don't want to, got it?' Derek asked, laughter in his tone.
'Yeah. The whole clothes thing would've been nice to know earlier,' Sam replied.
'Hey, you have nothing to hide, right?' Derek teased. He was pretty sure that if Sam was in human form, he'd be blushing. But Derek had been surprised. He hadn't expected Sam to be as beautiful in wolf form as he was in human form. It was a pleasant surprise. He shook his head, clearing it, and stood up. 'Come on. Once we get close to people, you're gonna feel an urge. Tell me when you do. You have a naturally gentle nature, so you my not be able to feel it until we get close enough to smell blood. Even if it is very slight, tell me. Got it?' Sam nodded, padding over to Derek. He followed obediently as Derek lead him to a junky-looking neighborhood.
In the middle of the road, a few older teenagers had ganged up on a younger one, and Sam pulled his ears back, his fur ruffling. The sight rubbed him the wrong way entirely, and there was one scent he recognized. Derek noticed, and followed Sam's gaze. He saw the group, and turned back to Sam.
'Just because we're monsters,' he started, 'Doesn't mean we can't save people.' Sam gave him a relieved smile, and turned back to the group. He sat down and howled. Derek couldn't help but smile at the sound. His howl was beautiful and powerful. Derek sat down and joined him. His howl was deeper than Sam's, but so was his voice in both forms. The group turned towards them, and they stopped. Their eyes widened, and they ran for it, leaving the younger behind.
Sam and Derek hurried over to him, and that's when Derek recognized the scent. He was horrified that he hadn't recognized it before. He had been too distracted by Sam. Stiles. Sam sniffed at his face, nuzzling his cheek. Stiles's eyes slowly opened, and he jerked away, startled. The sudden movement also startled Sam, who jumped back, landing on his haunches. Being unused to his new form, he flopped over onto his back with a frightened yelp. Stiles couldn't help but laugh, pushing himself up. He had a black eye, but that was really all that was visible. Sam rolled back onto his paws, tottering as his extra momentum carried him closer to Derek. He turned around, his ears pressed against his head in annoyance and frustration. Stiles then turned to Derek.
"Hey, Derek. Who's this?" he asked. Derek sat and changed back into human form.
"This is Sam. This is his first time as a wolf, so he will not be changing back in front of you," Derek replied, turning to Sam with an amused smile on his face. Sam flattened his ears again, growling half-heartedly at Derek. "Sam, this is Stiles. He won't be able to understand you. He's not a werewolf."
'Tell him I said it's nice to meet him,' Sam replied.
"He says it's nice to meet you," Derek said, turning back to Stiles. Stiles smiled at Sam.
"Nice to meet you too. You're very pretty," he said, stroking Sam's head. Sam growled at him, but moved in closer to Stiles, enjoying the soft touch. Derek sighed internally. He feared he would be to awkward to casually pet Sam with Stiles, so instead, he watched the exchange.
"We should get you home," Derek finally announced. Sam nodded in agreement. Derek looked down at him as he stood up. "Feeling anything?"
'I wanted to rip those assholes' throats out, but I don't feel anything now,' Sam answered. Derek nodded.
"I had a feeling it would be like that with you. If I had bitten your brother, I would've been worried," Derek explained. Sam nodded, rubbing up against Stiles's legs, like a regular dog would do, looking over at the people standing in their doorways and now wandering the streets. Derek nodded, getting Sam's hint. "Let's get home, Stiles." Sam padded alongside Derek, and Stiles walked on his other side. He panted like a regular dog, long pink tongue hanging out and he looked cheerfully at all the people they passed.
He then picked up the scent of other dogs, and he ran off in that direction. Derek and Stiles noticed, and followed him. Sam's nose led them to a Rottweiler and a Doberman, sitting and talking to each other about fighting other dogs. From the look of them, they were wild, and that immediately put Sam on the defensive. They smelled him, and stood. Both of them were only a bit smaller than him, so he was fairly worried about getting in a fight with these two.
They apparently didn't like him, because they stood up, and started growling and snarling. Derek and Stiles didn't like the looks the two dogs were giving Sam.
"Sam, come here," Derek called, worried when Sam did respond to him.
Meanwhile, Sam smelled another scent, and he tilted his head up as a wild Great Dane came out of the shadows. Sam knew the dogs were known for their size, but this one was bigger than any of the ones he'd ever seen. And from the looks of it, the monster dog wasn't on his side, either. But he held his ground. He was fairly large for a wolf, but he was still slightly aware that he was going to get his ass kicked. Winchesters weren't usually intimidated, but he did feel his hackles start to rise in unease.
When the dog growled, it sounded like thunder in Sam's ears. Now Derek and Stiles were starting to feel a bit more than uneasiness in the great dog's presence. And when they heard a return growl from Sam, they both gave astounded looks to Sam's back.
"Sam, come. Now," Stiles ordered as Derek prepared to change. He knew, as Alpha, he almost rivaled the Dane in size, and even though Sam was very tall in human form, he was still two or three inches smaller than Derek, and those can make a large difference. Sam still ignored Stiles, squaring his shoulders in defiance to the Great Dane. The first thought that crossed Stiles's mind at this was that Sam was crazy. Then Derek raised his voice.
"Sam, come. NOW!" he growled, his canines starting to grow as he readied himself further in case Sam disobeyed. Sam looked back, and hesitantly came. Derek hadn't understood the dogs, because he could only understand fellow werewolves in human form-he couldn't understand dogs like he could in wolf form-but he was pretty sure that whatever was said had definitely angered Sam, though he didn't seem to show it.
The three hostile dogs barked at them as they go, and by the way Sam's tail was held, Derek could tell insults were being thrown at his back. They dropped Stiles off, and in the woods behind his house, Derek changed back into his wolf form. As they headed back to where Sam's clothes were hidden, Derek occasionally glanced at Sam. He had his head down, his ears flattened against his head, and his tail down.
'Sam, what's wrong?' Derek finally asked him, sitting down in front of Sam once they reached the clearing. Sam sat down as well, sighing. He tilted his head back and met Derek's gaze.
'Just what those dogs said. It's nothing,' he replied, looking away from Derek.
'No, it's not. Something's eating at you. You've made it sort of obvious,' Derek replied, scooting closer to the smaller wolf. Sam, stared down at his fairly large paws, sighing again.
'They told me I was a freak. A tame wolf isn't something that's common,' Sam finally said, laying down, resting his head on his forepaws. Derek lay down in front of him, so he could look him in the eyes.
'You are not a freak. They were normal dogs, what would they know? They aren't werewolves, they wouldn't understand. You're not a freak, Sam,' Derek said, reaching a paw out and gently patting Sam's muzzle. Sam nodded, and Derek collected his clothes from their hiding spot. 'Here.' He turned away as Sam changed slowly back. Nonetheless, Sam still blushed at being completely naked with Derek a foot away from him. He quickly got dressed, and once he told Derek he was good, Derek changed back in human form, turning around.
"Can I try to change with my clothes on? I wanna surprise Dean when he gets back," Sam asked. Derek snorted at Sam's nervousness.
"Yeah." Sam closed his eyes, envisioning the change, but this time with his clothes on. He hadn't envisioned clothes before, thinking that they would simply disappear like when Derek changed by default. He felt his bones and muscles shift, and this time, the change was faster. Soon, he was in wolf form again, with no clothes on the ground. Derek smiled at him, and Sam padded over, head-butting Derek's thigh in thanks. Derek chuckled, patting Sam's soft head. "Come on, softie." Sam growled playfully at him, and Derek just laughed. They headed back to Derek's place, Sam happily trotting beside Derek.
Once in the living room, Sam changed back while Derek sat down on the couch with two beers. Derek quietly watched Sam's body move as it turned from the beautiful wolf he was to the handsome young man he really was. As the transformation put Sam through one last twist, Derek licked he lips, feeling a heat wave wash over him at the sight. Sam finished facing away from Derek, who found he could not pull his eyes away from Sam's ass, shown off well in his ripped jeans.
He turned around, and Derek flicked his gaze up to Sam's eyes. He smiled, and held out a beer to Sam. The younger male came over, taking the beer and sitting down next to Derek. Derek turned on the TV, and they watched in comfortable silence for an hour or so. That's when Sam and Derek smelled gasoline and exhaust. Sam smiled in excitement, and stood up, changing. He was already getting faster, as Derek noted with pride. Soon Sam was a happily panting wolf sitting in the living room. His tail was wagging, dragging across the carpet. He howled as Dean pulled into the driveway, and as he watched from the window undetected, he saw Dean load a gun with silver bullets. Sam knew he would never use it, but he was a little hurt that Dean would still take that precaution.
As Dean stepped into the house, the cool metal of his pistol against his lower back, he set his stuff down on the kitchen table, and went to the living room. There, he saw a rather large dog sitting in the middle of it, tail wagging and tongue out, flopping as the canine panted. The fur of the dog shone nicely in the light, and Dean liked the way the colors blended into one another, and as he met the big brown eyes, the dog barked happily, panting excitedly, the tail speeding up.
Dean heard a chuckle, and looked to Derek, who was sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand, and another two the coffee table, one of the ones on the table were open.
"Welcome back, Dean! Come have a beer," Derek said, waving him over. He warily walked over, easing himself onto the couch, picking up the unopened beer, opening it, and taking a long swig. "Any luck?"
"Not yet. Bobby kicked me out, but he expects me back in a few days, hoping he'll have results for me then. He's gonna text me," Dean replied. "He does know that it'll only work if the werewolf to be cured hasn't bitten anyone, like the vampire cure, in a way." Derek nodded, and the dog jumped up on the couch, trying to nestle itself on Dean's lap.
"Hey, you are not a lap dog," Dean grumbled, pushing on the canine. He turned to Derek. "Call your dog off." Derek simply laughed, and the dog met Dean's gaze, cocking its head. As Dean looked at those big brown eyes, he was reminded of Sammy, and he was about to ask Derek where his little brother was when he made the connection. "Sammy." The dog barked happily, panting, whipping Derek's leg with his tail. Sam settled so his head was on Dean's lap, and his rear legs and hips on Derek's lap.
"Bingo," Derek laughed, resisting the temptation to play with Sam's twitching tail. Dean chuckled, stroking Sam's head. Sam got up, and jumped off the couch, changing back into human form. Dean applauded him, smiling proudly.
"Nice, Sammy!" Dean said, laughing happily as Sam took a bow. It was very rare to see this side of Sam, especially after Jessica's death. Neither of them had been that happy in a while, and Dean thought to himself, maybe this Derek guy won't be so bad…
Thanks to all who reviewed Chapter one, this is your reward. I will be continuing, as I have been informed by ShadowsTakeAll that this is a good pairing. Thank you guys! Keep running-I mean reading!