"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, and I can sing until I'm dead"-Icon For Hire, Nerves
Holy shit it's been awhile! feel free to give me Hell for it, I know I'm absolutely horrible with this stuff. Enjoy if you can still read this!
The next thing Derek knew was the smell of blood, and the anguished cries of a dog dying.
Derek watched in horror as Rosco was put back into his cage. Once the man left, Rosco smiled at Derek, showing off the golden fur stuck in his teeth. Derek could feel himself start to get his hackles up, and forced the urge to run away down. He watched in morbid fascination as Rosco licked the red-tinged, golden fur out from between his claws.
When the man came back, Derek was lying down, his head resting on his paws. He lifted his head as he watched the man unlock Sam's cage. Sam was still klutzy as a wolf, and wasn't the best fighter out there as a wolf. Derek barked, snarled and spat at the man, anything to get him away from his Sammy. He turned, and smirked at Derek.
"You wanna watch, doggy?" he jeered. He came over, and unlocked Derek's cage, waving his electric stick at him. He turned back to Sam, and waved him on. Sam slowly moved out of his cage, had down and tail between his legs. The man pressed the electric end of the stick against Sam's shoulder, and Sam yelped in pain, jogging over to the door, and standing just inside of it, so no one could see him. Derek ran over to Sam, standing on his unguarded side.
'Remember what I taught you, Sam,' Derek said, looking straight ahead at the ring. A pit bull was out there, pacing, saliva dripping from its snarling jaws.
'I'm gonna die,' Sam whispered, not looking at Derek. Derek turned his head to Sam.
'No you're not. You're a hunter and a wolf. Wolves are known for their fighting and their dangerousness. You're bigger than him,' Derek said.
'Pit bulls are known for mauling people to death. This one looks experienced. I'm gonna die,' Sam replied.
'I bet he's never fought a full-grown wolf. I bet none of them have,' Derek argued. 'Howl. You're a wolf, you're the original dog. Show your dominance, Sam. There's a reason it's illegal to make dog-wolf hybrids.' Derek licked Sam's shoulder, and Sam looked at him for the first time in hours. Derek nodded, and Sam sat down, tilting his head back. He paused for a second, eyes closed. Then, he let out a heart-stopping howl, long and strong.
The crowd's shouting instantly stopped, all listening to the blood-chilling sound everyone-even dog fighters-had come to fear. The pit bull turned to the door, its snarling stopped, its ears perked straight up, and its entire body tense. Derek smiled, and nudged Sam with his muzzle.
'Go get him, Sammy,' Derek whispered. 'Wolves are feared by everyone, and you should show them why.' Sam nodded, and padded out, head low and tail down, stalking his prey. Derek watched in pride as Sam's muscles rippled beneath his fur. The man grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and half-dragged him to the box seats. Derek stood still, watching the fight from behind a three-foot glass wall.
Sam and the pit bull circled around each other.
'You're going down, fleabag,' the pit bull snarled. Sam remained silent as they paced, watching the pit bull for any signs of an attack. Finally, the thing growled and charged. Sam sidestepped, throwing unsheathed claws out to rake down the pit bull's side. The dog howled, stumbling before regaining its balance. He charged again, and went to pounce. Sam jumped up to meet him halfway, and sunk his claws into the pit bull's shoulder-still disliking the idea of blood seeping into his mouth-and used this to slam the smaller dog onto the ground.
The pit bull yelped in pain as Sam tried to remove his claws, but found that they were lodged too deep inside the pit bull's shoulder. Disgust clawed its way through Sam, and he whined as he felt the pit bull's twitching muscles pull on his claws.
Derek saw Sam's struggle, and didn't realize what was happening until he heard Sam whine. None of the humans heard him, however; they were all screaming at him to finish the pit bull off, but Sam didn't seem to hear them. He was too absorbed in trying to get his claws out to notice the pit bull's partner, a huge Presa Canario stalking slowly up to Sam. Derek was furious that Sam wasn't told he could have a partner, and Derek prepared himself to jump in. As soon as the large dog prepared to pounce, Derek was out of the box in a flash, leaping right over the small wall and hurtling towards the Presa Canario. He barreled into it, sending the smaller dog flying. Derek was a massive wolf as an alpha, and rivaled most Great Danes. He was almost twice the size of the Canario, and intended to use his size to his advantage.
Sam turned from the pit bull to see a huge mass of black hurtle into another dog that was sneaking up on Sam. The people's shouts of 'finish him!' finally met Sam's ears, and Sam met Derek's eyes as the larger wolf looked over at Sam. The moment's distraction was all it took for the pit bull to rise up and clamp his jaws into the shoulder of the leg with the claws still buried in the smaller dog, causing the limb to twist painfully. Sam snarled in pain, and struggled desperately to remove his claws, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Derek kept one eye on the Canario, which was slowly picking itself up, and the other on Sam and the pit bull. Sam was in a really vulnerable position, as the pit bull had full access to his soft belly. Derek knew the only way Sam would win is if he sunk his teeth into the pit bull's exposed neck. The pit bull hadn't registered just yet that he had the advantage, but when he did, he was gonna go for it, and it would be all over for Sam. Derek promised Dean to keep Sam safe, and so far he had failed. He wouldn't let Dean-or Sam-down again. So Derek mustered up his most commanding voice, and sighed, resigned to what he was about to do. He bared his teeth, and snarled.
'Bite him!'
Those two words scared Sam so much that he automatically obeyed, sinking his teeth into the pit bull's throat, his jaws closing completely around the flesh. The screams of the crowd were muted in Sam's ears as the warm taste of blood flowed over his tongue. But all he could think about was the command. It had sounded exactly like his father when he was drunk and seriously pissed off. It sounded like the voice John Winchester used when either of his boys were imminent danger, and they needed to do something they were hesitant about.
He could feel the pit bull's heart slowing to a stop, could feel the life draining from the dog. The dog took one last, choked breath, before his entire body went limp, the muscles relaxing and releasing Sam's claws from their painful grip. The pit bull's head fell away from Sam's shoulder, the powerful jaws finally releasing their hold. Sam gently let go of the dog's throat, laying the dogs head carefully onto the dirt floor. Sam could distantly hear the cheers of the crowd, but none of that mattered to him.
Derek quickly snapped the two forelegs of the Presa Canario, and ran over to Sam, who collapsed against Derek. Derek placed his shoulder underneath Sam's chest, and used it to support Sam as they watched two men with the electric sticks drag the corpse and the Canario away. Derek slowly helped Sam limp back into the cave-like room, and brought the smaller wolf into his cage.
'Well, I see that your girlfriend has won,' Rosco stated, obviously sneering at the two. Derek immediately bristled at Rosco's tone, but forced himself to focus on Sam. He looked Sam over, not that he hadn't watched him every second of the fight, but out of fear of something he hadn't seen, what he might've missed while taking care of the Presa Canario. All he saw were the claw marks on Sam's shoulder and his twisted leg, both of which would quickly heal.
'Sammy, are you okay?' Derek asked, nuzzling Sam's side. Sam sighed, and flopped down onto his uninjured side, whining as pain flared up for a second. He looked up at Derek with his big puppy dog eyes, and Derek felt his heart just melt at the adorable sight.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little shaken up, is all,' Sam mumbled, looking away from Derek. He could still taste the blood, and knew it was staining the fur around his jaw. Derek leaned down, and slowly started to lick the blood out of Sam's fur, knowing Sam wouldn't have the heart to do it himself. Sam leaned into Derek, feeling his injuries already start to close up.
'It's all gonna be okay, Sammy.'