Chapter six. Bring on defiant Sam ;) I hope you guys like it. Thank you for any continued support I greatly appreciate it.
Sam woke up bright and early. He was eager to put his plan into action. Grabbing some ice out of the mini fridge he began to dab his forehead with the freezing cold ice cube. Sam gritted his teeth as a sharp pain penetrated his head. 'I just hope Dean falls for it' Sam thought to himself as his forehead began to redden from being rubbed by a piece of searing cold ice.
Sitting on his bed, with his back turned away from Dean, Sam began to make loud groans of pain. Dean began to stir instantly.
"Sammy? Are you alright?" Dean asked tentatively, concern was laced in his voice. Sam mumbled and in a weak voice said,
"I think I caught something Dean. One minute I feel raging hot and then the next I am shivering more than the first time I dug up a grave with you." Dean sighed at his brother's attempt of a joke, but also he was trying to mask his sigh of relief that it was nothing serious.
"Well try and not pass it on to me. This is a germ free zon.e" Dean gestured to his face and Sam continued to stare straight ahead not daring to turn round.
"I noticed we are out of pie amongst other things." Sam was about to continue and suggest his brother should go out for the day. However, Dean rose his hand and said seriously,
"Say no more. No pie. Ha! Not in my lifetime. I will go on a pie run. Do you want anything Sammy?" Sam felt a pang of guilt at his brother's considerate gesture; a side that usually remained elusive even though Sam knew fully well that it did indeed exist.
"No thanks Dean. I think I will just rest here for today. No point in leaving town with me like this."
"Hell no. Mainly because I don't want you contaminating my baby with your disgusting disease" Sam couldn't help, but smirk at his brother's anxiety. One day he would really need therapy sessions to help him deal with his unnatural obsession and love he felt for that Chevy Impala. Dean swaggered towards the door and shut it firmly behind him.
Immediately Sam leapt of the bed and grabbed a towel from their small bathroom. He moped the water off his forehead that he had used as a precaution. In case Dean had pursued Sam's 'illness' further and in case he walked over to feel Sam's forehead as he so often did when Sam had complained of being sick when they were children.
Gratefully Sam acknowledged that when Dean had pie on the brain all other thoughts seemed to be forced out, so there had been no need to worry. Pulling open the fridge Sam grabbed a packet of sliced ham and placed it into his worn duffel bag. He placed the duffel bag onto his muscular back. Then Sam headed over to the tiny closet were he had masterfully stored an abundance of dog related items that they would need for their soon to be new family member.
It had been nothing short of a miracle that Dean had not noticed the strong smell of dog food permeating from the closet. Carefully, Sam opened it and picked up a harness and leather lead. Next he strode to the door and glanced around the small motel room thinking how much more homely it would seem with a dog by their sides.
Sam had tried desperately to retrace his steps in Wirely woods. However, he felt as if he was just travelling in endless circles. Huffing with annoyance Sam was ready to call it a day. The sun was beginning to set and Dean was bound to have noticed Sam's absence.
'I would have expected more from a Winchester'.
"Great now I am hearing things!" Sam said aloud to no one in particular. Almost as if hearing his own voice would reassure him he still had some shreds of sanity remaining or at least a form of a companion.
Suddenly, Sam felt something compelling him to keep walking in a solid direction. The wind seemed to spur him on, blowing forcefully at his back. It was like an invisible hand was reaching out and gently guiding Sam to the creature he was seeking.
Arriving at an alcove Sam breathed in awe,
"That's impossible." Right before his eyes was the hound he had so desperately hoped to set eyes on once again.
The wind died and there was not a trace of fog left to be seen. Up close Sam was certain that this semi-wild dog was in fact a wolf. Although it could easily be mistaken for a large breed of dog, most likely a husky. What was Sam doing? He was already creating an alibi for this things appearance!
In the light, his eyes scanned every detail of its beautiful, silky russet coloured fur and once again Sam appreciated its bewitching eyes.
The wolf stood on top of a small mound of damp earth and it was panting. Watching Sam intently and never blinking. Sam bent down and pulled of his duffel bag. The wolf lowered its head and peered at the contents of the bag.
Cautiously Sam pulled out a slice of ham and held it out towards the wolf.
"Come on. I am not going to hurt you. I promise." The wolf held its ground and rocked back and forth on its legs. Mentally battling with itself. Should it approach this human? Could this stranger be trusted?
The sweet scent of honey glazed ham wafted through the air and tickled the wolf's nose, teasing its senses. Temptation proved too great and the wolf quickly padded over to Sam and snapped the ham right out of his hand. Sam let out a startled "Whoa!" and chuckled as the wolf bounded over to and jumped back onto the top of the mound of earth. "You nearly had my fingers off!" Sam smiled and the wolf seemed to turn its head and briefly gaze into the distance. Perhaps it was contemplating its next move?
Turning its head slowly back to Sam its tongue lolled out and its piercing eyes seemed to hold a glint of gratitude to Sam for giving it the meat. "If you like it all you have to do is come and get some more." Sam softly spoke to the wolf, although Sam knew it was inconceivable he genuinely believed this creature could understand him.
Licking its lips the wolf moved towards Sam, who slapped the packet of ham onto the ground. This caused the wolf to leap backwards. Sam laughed heartily at the animal, who lightly growled in response to Sam's jeering. "Well sounds like someone does have a back bone then."
The wolf raised its head from devouring the meat as if to say 'you got that right'. Tentatively Sam reached a hand slowly out towards the wolf's back, it visibly tensed. Its powerful muscles became clenched and its eyes seemed to possess a deep seeded fear, although it refused to move.
Sam didn't want to blow his chance so he asked the wolf "Do you trust me?" the wolf regarded Sam fearfully and Sam sighed dropping his hand. "I won't force you to do anything. This isn't right. Who am I kidding? I can't take you from the wild and expect you to become a domesticated pet!" The wolf barked and nudged its large head under Sam's palm, who gasped in surprise. "You come around quickly don't you?" Sam chuckled as he smoothed the wolf's head lightly. He could even hear the swish of its tail wagging.
If any passer-by's had witnessed this, they would probably not believe their own eyes. A giant man sitting on the ground stroking a wolf, who was acting like a pet. On closer inspection Sam realised this wolf was a she. "Well girl my brother is going to kill me for this, but what the hell." Sam patted his leg as the female wolf began to head off, signalling for her to come back.
He held her firmly by the scruff of her neck and aided her long legs into the harness. After slipping it on quickly he then fished the lead out of his duffel bag and clipped it on. "What shall I call you?" The wolf glanced up at its new master and had its tongue hanging out.
The wind emerged once again and Sam swore he heard a single sound: 'Huntress'. "Huntress?" Sam repeated slightly dazed and immediately the wolf started to spring on the end of the leash. Her tail was flapping excitedly and she was barking joyfully. "You clearly like it. Huntress. Is that your name girl? Huntress." Sam giggled as he teased Huntress, who was practically buzzing with energy. She had briefly shook her head upon hearing the word girl and had batted her head with her paw. Sam had found this wildly entertaining. "Alright Huntress let's go home. First we need to make a quick stop." Sam addressed Huntress kindly and gave her a reassuring pat on her head as she got used to the feeling of the harness around her stomach and the tug of the leash. Then the Winchester and the wolf walked side by side in unison with each other's steps.
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