-Chapter 4-

Chapter 4. Finally, you can stop falling and hit the bottom of the cliff hanger. Make sure you land feet first, and roll to lessen the blow of impact.

'this thing now also means that a regular dog is talking too. Yay.'

Sorry I took so damn long. Tons of shit has happened between chapter 3 and now, so be grateful I've updated. Keep reading you guys, I love you all.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." Sam reached up and caressed Derek's cheek. He was kneeling in front of Sam, examining the large bruise on Sam's left cheek from the blow Derek gave him. As Derek watched, the bruise disappeared, and Sam sat up.

"Don't be. I shouldn't have bothered you. But you're hiding something from me, and it involves me, doesn't it?" Sam replied. Derek sighed and nodded, sitting on the other side of the couch. The two faced each other, and Sam sighed. "Should I ask what it is?"

"Of course you should. You have a right to know. I like you, Sam. As in…" Derek trailed off. Sam nodded.

"This is so cliché, but I feel the same way. Now, kiss me you idiot," Sam replied. Derek laughed and leaned over Sam, placing his hands on the younger man's thighs. The moment their lips made contact, both men felt sparks fly-though neither of them would ever admit to that fact. Sam's hands went up to Derek's shoulders, pulling his Alpha closer. Their lips were locked together, tongues battling for undisputed dominance.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" An angry shout echoed across the quiet room, forcing the two away from each other, to their separate sides of the couch. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER?!" Sam's eyes widened, and he stood up to face a furious Dean.

"Dean, I can explain-" Sam started. Dean cut him off by raising his hand.

"I know you can, Sam," he growled. He turned to Derek. "But it's not your explanation I want." Sam gave Derek a confused look. Derek stood, and faced the taller man.

"I told him I loved him. He told me the same. That's what happened," Derek said.

"He's just grateful! He doesn't know what he's saying!" Dean snarled, his hands curling so tightly into fists that his knuckles turned white. Sam's eyebrows went up, and his stunned expression quickly turned to anger.

"You just… Dean, I do love him! I do know what I'm saying! Don't you get it Dean?" Sam said incredulously. Dean turned to his little brother, angry confusion waltzing onto his face.

"Get what? That I just caught a werewolf making out with my little brother? A monster, deflowering my brother?! No way Sam. No way," Dean yelled, glaring at Derek. A hurt look flashed across Sam's face, and he quickly changed back into wolf form, hurtling out the door. "SAM!" Dean stayed put, glowering at the shorter man. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me? If Sammy decides he's gay, that's cool, as long as he's not gay with you!" Dean stormed back outside, turning the Impala back on and peeling out of the driveway, tires squealing as Dean pressed down on the gas. Derek remained in his living room, staring at where Dean had been just a few minutes ago.

"I should find Sam," he mumbled, transforming into his wolf form. He padded out of the house, bee-lining for the woods, tracking Sam's scent. The trail led Derek deeper and deeper into the woods, until he was in unfamiliar territory. As he went, he started to smell something else besides Sam's scent that he found unusual. As the smell became more pronounced, Derek wrinkled his muzzle, finding that he hated the smell that was all too familiar to him.

Wolfsbane.

Derek surged forward, moving quickly as he followed the intermingled scents. As his surroundings got darker as more and more trees blocked out the sun, the scents became stronger, along with another that scared Derek. Soon he was panting in a clearing, across from a large lump of multi-colored fur and a muscular man standing over it, shotgun in hand, and cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

The hunter looked up and smiled at Derek. His teeth were rotten, half of them gone, and the rest a nasty, yellowish-brown color.

"Gay wolves, huh? This is your sweetheart. I gotta say, he is a pretty 'un," the man said, his voice nasally and as gross as he was. Derek growled deep in his throat, lowering his head, and stalking towards the man. The hunter lifted Sam up, tossing him over his shoulder, and leveled his gun at Derek. Derek froze, as he knew the horrid plant was in the bullets. The hunter smirked, and stepped towards Derek. "Werewolves are the best for dogfights." He switched out his gun for a tranquilizer, and aimed it at Derek. Derek heard rustling, and backed away as another hunter came up from behind him. In his momentary distraction, the first hunter shot the tranquilizer, and Derek knew no more.

Derek woke up in a cage. His muscles were stiff, but when he tried to change back he found he couldn't. The cage must be engraved or charmed with something. He sighed, and stood, stretching and yawning. He looked straight ahead, and saw another cage. A familiar lump was lying in it, and he immediately sat at the front of his own cage. He was thankful for the large cage, as he wasn't exactly a small wolf.

'Sam? Sam!' Derek called, pawing at the bars of his cage. The lump shifted slightly, and Derek shifted closer to the bars. 'Sam!' The smaller wolf raised his head, and looked at Derek with those same puppy dog eyes. But this time, there was an undertone of pain to them. Derek whined, and Sam shifted around, facing away from Derek.

'Sam? Sam, come on, please look at me,' Derek said, whining, pawing at the bars. 'Sammy.' Derek whined again, barking at Sam.

'Hey, keep it down!' A voice snarled. Derek's head whipped around, teeth bared at the dog who dared yell at him while he was checking on his Sammy. 'You'll get a fight, puppy, don't you worry.'

'Who you callin' puppy, fleabag?' Derek growled back. He was facing a rather large German Shepherd with unusually big, white teeth in the cage conjoined with Sam's. Half of one ear was missing, and he had a large scar that ran across his muzzle. All the cages on the same sides were, and it made Derek uneasy with the Shepherd so close to the injured smaller wolf. The Shepherd just laughed; a sound that made Derek want to tear the dog's throat out.

'To me, you are just a pup. You're new here, doggy, and soon enough you'll learn your place,' he laughed.

'And who are you to say?' Derek shot back, seriously pissed off by this guy.

'I'm Rosco, champion of all,' the Shepherd jeered. 'And I'll be taking you and your girlfriend here down.' Derek growled low in his throat at Rosco, hating the proud asshole with every fur on his body. He soon settled down, sitting facing Sam in his cage, wishing Sam would talk to him. He watched as a muscular man with tattoo sleeves entered the room, opening a door and letting in the roaring of a crowd. He let Rosco out, and the dog padded out the door, head held high. The crowd's shouting increased as Rosco left Derek's line of vision. The next thing his saw was the man herding a Golden Retriever out the doors with an electric stick. There were more shouts, and the door closed.

The next thing Derek knew was the smell of blood, and the anguished cries of a dog dying.

I know, I know, I'm so bad.