It was his friend.
"Wait" he cried out. His father stopped but looked irritated.
"I know her, she's not bad we ca-
"You know her?" his brother asked incredulously.
Sam nodded, his eyes fixed on her werewolf ones. She had turned tonight and she was scared, had even chained herself up to stop it and she did. She was just unlucky that his family spent most nights in the woods looking for supernatural creatures; Her luck really sucked.
"She isn't bad. I swear" he looked at his father pleadingly. He scoffed.
"She's a werewolf, Sam. She's bad" he said as if things were so black and white. Good. Bad. Evil. Pure. Alyssa. Alyssa didn't deserve to die. Alyssa was the grey area.
"Dad I swe-
"Enough!" his father yelled. "She's a werewolf Sam, that's it! She needs to die."
Sam ran forward as a shot rang out. He got to her just as she was beginning to slump forward, the bullet lodged in her heart already buried beneath liters of blood. Her head hit his chest and he lifted it up so he could look her in her eyes. Her body was reverting back to its human form but her eyes never changed. So green and pure. But the light, the light behind them… "Alyssa, Hey Alyssa!" He stammered, trying and failing to get her dazed gaze on him. He felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him away but he shrugged it off. They just shot Alyssa. She wasn't bad, had never killed anyone and they shot her.
He heard her moan and watched as finally, finally her eyes found him. "Hey" he said, his voice breathy and wobbly. His eyes were swimming. She just stared at him and he could tell she was confused. Alyssa loved to read and explore different worlds. She often lost herself in them she had explained to Sam one day.
"I never want to die like that" She said matter of factly as she closed a paperback novel.
"Like what" Sam said looking up from his computer. They had been lounging in the library, sitting in a companionable silence. They both hated the loud buzz of the cafeteria and preferred to sit in the quiet, Sam so he could get his homework done and Alyssa so she could read unbothered.
"Alone, cold, desperate."
Sam thought about that. "Yeah, me neither" he said honestly but he couldn't really picture how he would like to die. It was hard to think about. Maybe Alyssa could.
"How would you want to die then?" Alyssa laughed and Sam smiled at the sound of it.
She shrugged. "I just don't want to be alone…ya know?" Sam understood that. He hoped he wouldn't die alone either.
"Yeah, I do."
"You're not alone, Alyssa. It's Sam, okay? I'm with you" he explained frantically hoping to clear up her confusion but her gaze wandered again as blood began to dribble out of her mouth. Sam pushed her hair out of the way and over her shoulder before realigning himself with her eyes. "I'm here Alyssa. Right here" and this time he felt she saw him. She sighed and then coughed up blood and then gurgled. Sam let her head fall down underneath his neck and he held her there hoping that it was warm. He heard her gurgle again and ignored the tears that were spilling onto Alyssa's hair. "I'm here" he whispered into her ear. "Are you warm?" he asked frantically but got no answer. Then he felt it. The absence of Alyssa's body trying to keep her alive. She wasn't moaning anymore, or gurgling, and her chest stopped stuttering up and down.
Sam hoped she hadn't been cold.
He looked up to the sky and cried earnestly, his hands slippery with blood. He felt another hand on his shoulder but this time it wasn't trying to pull her away. "She wasn't bad.." he muttered. He heard a sigh. But it wasn't irritated like he expected, it was sad.
"I know." Sam looked over to find his brother.
"She wasn't bad Dean" he pleaded, a fresh wave of tears collecting at his chin.
Dean's eyes stung. "She wasn't alone either." Sam hiccuped and tried not to cry as he smiled.
Alyssa didn't die alone.
Later that night when he lay awake in bed thinking about how Alyssa wasn't in hers and what her parents would think, Dean cracked open his bedroom door.
"Ya know Sammy, with your heart of gold, she couldn't have died cold either."