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WARNINGS: AU, UNRELATED WINCEST, mentions/implies of abuse/rape/torture/bad mental state of Sam Winchester

Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 2 ~ Instincts

…. and then all hell broke loose.

The door to the room burst open and the guy from earlier stood there. A gun in his hand, darting with its barrel thru the room, until he found the bullets destination – Sam.

While the tall man on the bed remained unmoved, the whole room erupted and jumped into action. Dean, whose animalistic instincts kicked in in a split second, jumped from the bed, while John turned around on his heels.

The older of the Winchesters yelled something to draw the man's attention towards him, but it was no use. The guy had his orders and there was no way he'd abandon these.

Before he was able to pull the trigger, Dean was on his feet, a dangerous snarling and growling from the depths of his throat filled the room. And then everything happened just in a couple of seconds. The younger Winchester's face deformed, bones broke, joints shifted while he started to rip the clothes and the skin from his flesh. Muscles grew and his body form changed. Dark-grey and brown fur grew, until there was nothing human about him left. And instead of a man there was a giant wolf, snarling, growling, rumbling. Baring his white giant teeth, as he blocked the man's line of fire with his body.

Two shots rang out and the wolf felt a burning pain on his hind leg and he made a pained non-human cry.

Seconds later John threw one of the knifes from the table at the aimed man – not missing his destination. He was dead before he hit the ground.

„Fantastic, Dean – Very well done." John couldn't hide the sarcasm his words carried. „Now they've everything on video."

The wolf winced and his head sank towards the floor in a submissive posture.

John ran his fingers thru his salt and pepper hair and shook his head with a sigh. „You don't even have clothes here, kid. - You can't go out there bare ass naked." The older Winchester cursed.

The wolf rumbled and turned towards the bed, just to see the younger man toppling forward. Nearly in the same moment another guy burst into the room but caught himself, as his look fell onto the wolf. His eyes turned into a liquid brown-orange.

Instantly the both Winchesters' heads snapped towards him. The scent of another wolf drawing their attention. And in the very next moment the man at the door was changing. Bigger and scarier than Dean.

„Get the kid out of here! - I'll take care of him!", John yelled in a half growl and in the very next second he fell on all fours, stripping off his shirt and jeans while he did so.

Dean threw in the reverse as soon as John had spoken and started to morph back, until he wore his human form again. While his father kept the stranger occupied, he threw himself towards the stripped off jeans to get himself – at least – half-clothed and was with two long strides back at Sam's side. Gathering him in his arms and lifted him off the floor as if he weighted nothing.

A short glance at the fighting wolves and then he was out of the door, seeking for another entrance than he had come in. His way guided him back to the room, where the cages were. He slowed down for a moment, gazing at the cages and the dead inhabitants inside them. They were all dead. Shots into their skulls.

With another low growl he continued his way thru the room and as he had expected: there was another door that led outside.

A shot rang out behind him, and he felt another burning sensation on his right bicep – just a graze like before but didn't hurt any less. He drew the human form closer to his body, trying to shield him with his own, as he rounded the corner towards the place where the Impala was parked.

But the car wasn't there.

Instead he heard the machine's low rumble coming up behind him and as he turned around he saw two headlights narrowing. Dean stood still, until the car stopped just a couple of feet in front of him. Behind the car – just were he had rounded the corner – three shadows appeared in the darkness.

With a row of curses he hurried towards the Impala. The driver jumped out and slammed the back-door open. Moments later Dean was there and shoved the human on the backseat and he crawled in over him, protecting him with his body, as a bullet broke thru the rear window.

The door on the driver's side slammed shut and Bobby tugged his ball cap up, shooting a glance at the backseat.

„Where's John?", he asked, as he turned the key in the ignition.

„Keeping one them occupied.", Dean gave back, „Drive before they get us!"

And Bobby did.

Five minutes later they passed the „Welcome to Sioux Falls" Plate and the old man started to slow the vehicle down. „What the hell was that?"

„They killed them – all of them." Dean brushed dark-brown strands of hair out of the younger man's face below him. His eyes were closed and he was still unconscious. At least it seemed that way.

He took his face in closely for the first time. Pale skin. Slightly flushed cheeks. His long lashes and dry lips. Though he didn't look that much of a burner right now. And still there was something about the human that drew Dean closer to him.

„They freakin' shot them, Bobby." He got up on his knees and gazed at the graze on his bicep, wich was hardly visible anymore (below the blood). „This weren't just humans. - There was a werewolf, a freakin' werewolf and shifters. - What the hell?" Dean couldn't believe what had just happened. „You think dad's gonna get out there all by himself?"

Bobby glanced in the rear-view mirror. „He's got Sheriff Mills. - She went in with her guys just moments before I spotted you in the alley, kid."

„So … someone knew? Someone warned them about the police?" Dean couldn't believe his own words for a moment. „You think Jody knows the difference between dad and the other one?"

Bobby chuckled. „Ohhh yeah – I bet she knows the difference, kid. - Trust me."

Dean reached forward and lifted the younger man's upper body up, tugging his feet down, to bring him into a sitting position and leaning him against the other side of the backseat.

„Where're we goin' from here? - Salvage or cabin?", Bobby asked and glanced into the rear-view mirror. „And what about the guy? - Who's this?"

Dean shrugged. „His name's Sam and he was in one of the cages ..." He bit his lower lip, eying the human form opposite of him.

„Wouldn't it be better we get him to a hospital? - He ain't our business …." Bobby frowned as he looked back on the road.

„We'll ask dad when he's back. - I'm not sure if it's a good idea … If they get to him … I mean … when they find him there ..." Dean ran a hand thru his hair and sighed deeply. „They won't keep him in the hospital for very long … and what's gonna happen then? I mean … yo should've seen him … They'd shunt him off into a psychiatric ward or something ..."

The old man cocked both eyebrows and then grinned. „Don't say Dean Winchester's developing a heart for lost humans?"

The younger one snarled in respond. „Shut up, Bobby."

They drove to the cabin, fifteen minutes outside of the town. - And John was already waiting for them. Black long fur covered in slick crimson, wich dropped to the ground in front of the porch.

Dean stumbled out of the car and towards John. „Dad!", he called out. „You okay? - Is this yours?" Dean ran his fingers over the damp fur on the wolf's side, as he had reached him.

The animal shook its head.

A sigh of relieve fell from the younger Winchester's lips and a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. „Better you change back. - I'll go and get the human inside ..."

Within moments there he was again – in his human form - and disappeared in the cabin, while his son worked on getting the giant human out of the car. He lifted him in his arms – once again, as if he weighted nothing - and carried him into the house. Sam's head lolled into the crook of the wolf's neck, making Dean's skin all tingly where the warm puffs his exposed skin.

He carried him streight into his room, where he laid him onto the covers of his bed.

Bobby switched the light on. He already had prepared a basin with warm water, washclothes and towels thrown over his lower arms. Dean growled as he touched the human's clammy skin and frowned.

„And they're calling us monsters.", he muttered to himself, Sam never leaving under his careful watch.

„Was he shot?", Bobby asked and placed the basin and the towels with the washclothes on the nightstand.

Dean shook his head and glanced at the older man. „No. - I think he just passed out ..."

Bobby nodded and threw the washclothes into the luke warm water. „Looks like a convict during the second world-war if you ask me ..." Again he shook his head.

Dean said nothing, just stared at the human body before him for a while. He ever so gently traced feather-light over the vivid bruises on the right side of Sam's rib cage and frowned deeper.

„You need a helpin' hand with this?", Bobby asked then, eying his friend questioning.

Dean nodded and reached for one of the washclothes. The smell of antiseptic fluid now too present for him to ignore anymore. „I'll wash him, you're drying off?"

The old man nodded and they started to work in complete silence. Dean kneeled on the bed and turned Sam on his side as they were done with the with his front. Then they examined the wounds on his back. Bobby started to clean the gashes with the wet washclothes and dabbed them afterwards with a dry towel.

It was too late to stitch them up, since they were probably older than a day, so they just dressed them. Then they removed the jeans, finding another cut high on the younger man's thigh, besides one hell of livid bruises all over the area. Some had the shapes of fingers, some of whole hands and some weren't quite definable.

It felt weird. So weird. He felt hands on him – gentle hands. They felt definitely not the same way he was used to be touched. Though, his mind still rebelled against things like this, even when his body was used to it.

His back felt like it was on fire, his head felt like someone had put it into a crimper … actually his whole body felt that way if he was honest to himself. But he had learned to shove this kind of feelings (together with all the others) away. He had to function, had to work. His body had to work. And if it wouldn't he'd get punished. And DEATH was no punishment in this – he just would love to die when they'd be thru with him. It'd be his salvation.

He knew he wouldn't be able to follow orders just now. - He was in no condition to do so. So the best he could do, was probably try to stay as he was. Pretending to be unconscious. Maybe one of these guys would finally realize that there was no use anymore for him.

He was too weak anyway. Even if he would've wanted – there was no way his body would obey any command of his brain.

„Ow fuck. - What the hell ..." Dean tugged a fresh pair of boxers up the long legs and turned the man on the bed towards Bobby, to get it up the rest of the way. His gaze fell on Sam's lower back and the ray of bruises there. „What the hell did they do to him? - That's just …" Yeah, Dean Winchester had hunted for a couple of years, had seen a lot of things … but he never had seen someone being beaten up like this. Ever. - Except on the TV.

John leaned against the threshold and ran a hand over his face. „You saw the room. - You know what they did." He sighed and shook his head. „Jody's going to send Ellen up here tomorrow. - She meant just in case if someone's watching …"

„The boy needs a hospital and no werewolf-vet, John.", Bobby grumbled and let Sam sink back on his back.

Dean threw one of the blankets over the young man and turned towards his father with a frown. „There's something else, isn't it?"

John nodded. „They ended the shifters right there. - The humans are going to end up in prison. - And our vid went missing. - She suggested to leave the man here with us for a while. She meant it's safer here than in the hospital." He pushed himself from the threshold. „Jody also mentioned that there's no lead on the manager. - He just vanished."

„Are we getting the seven hundred back?", Bobby threw in gruffly.

John nodded. „Maybe in half a year." He chuckled as he saw the older man's eyes widen flabbergasted.

„If he's a shifter then good luck with tracking him down …", Dean muttered sarcastically and sat back on the bed. „He's just doing it again – somewhere else ..."

„Not if the boy's talking.", John threw in. „Jody's comin' by in a couple of days … trying to talk to him."

„You mean IF he knows something.", the eldest one corrected him.

„IF he's talking until then." Dean looked down at the man on the bed, suppressing the urge to run his fingers thru the man's hair. It felt weird to be close to this human. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being around humans. Hell, he had spent dozens of nights with them. And though … there was something about the scent of him … Something that called for him, something deep inside him that told Dean to protect the man.

The youngest among the wolves shifted a bit and bowed over Sam. One of his hands slowly moving towards the collar of the survivors neck. He carefully opened it then and removed it, tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

„I don't think you'll need this one anymore.", he whispered softly.

Bobby rose his left eyebrow at John. Both men hadn't expected Dean to care about the human. - Not like this. All the times before the youngest among them wasn't even talking when a human was around them.
That was why Jody could feel herself honored that he accepted her around him.

Removing the collar. Sam knew what this meant. It meant another collar – mostly iron – way more uncomfortable and painful if they decided to get him on the wall or hanging him from the ceiling.

Or worse … they didn't need the collars or shackles for what they had planned for him.

„I'm in for some sleep. - What about you both?", Bobby asked, glancing at the unconscious man on the bed.

John nodded.

„I'm gonna stay up a little bit longer … just in case." Dean glanced up at his dad with sad big eyes. „Maybe he's waking up."

The other two just nodded and left short after, taking the basin and wasted washclothes and towels with them. They weren't halfway out of the door, when Dean talked up once more: „You know what I don't understand? Why the hell should humans, shapeshifters and a werewolf work together?"

„Why's the banana crooked?", Bobby asked back, his lips formed into ta thin line.

„We won't ever know, probably.", John added with raised eyebrows and closed the door behind him.

…... to be continued

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