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Dean drove the Impala slowly on the icy roads leading to the small cabin in the mountains of Colorado. This would be his seventh year making this pilgrimage. Seven years since…
It had been a difficult hunt. A pack of werewolves had been decimating a remote mountain town. He and Sam, along with the recently humanized Castiel, had split up and circled the old barn that the pack had been using as their lair. They’d been able to slay all of them, but not without injury. It had been obvious that the jagged wound on the mans leg had been a bite. For this there was no treatment, no cure. Dean knew, in his heart, what he should do. What he needed to do. But he just couldn’t…
He’d let the newly turned were go, let him run off into the forest. He couldn’t make the kill. So now, every year in late October he came back, alone. To fulfill his responsibility to keep civilians safe. To check on the Bitten, and be sure he wasn’t turning others.
He pulled in, and got his bag from the trunk. As he walked up to the cabin door he spotted a shadow coming around the edge of the building. The shadow became a large wolf with grey/brown fur and hazel eyes. The beast eyed him, showing no fear of this human in his territory. His mouth opened, and his tongue lolled out making it look like the wolf was grinning. Dean smiled back.
“Hiya, Sammy.”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
Finally continuing this one. Deans visit with Sam.
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The large wolf trotted up to him and sat. Sam looked up at his brother as if he had something to say. The first full moon after he was bitten had seen him transformed into this, and unable to shift back to human form. Dean had nearly shot him the first time he approached, the first year after he had turned. Luckily he recognized Sams "bitch face" in wolf form. A series of yes or no questions had helped him understand Sam's inability to become human again. When he returned home, Dean had done extensive research, but could find no reason for the full shift, or his inability to shift back. His mind was still human, mostly, but his body… Sam whined in frustration.
“What ? What’s wrong?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw another wolf round the corner of the cabin. It was grey, with a white patch over one eye, smaller than Sam. Dean drew his gun, aiming for the new wolf. Sam jumped forward and put himself between Dean and the second wolf, his eyes pleading. The second wolf spotted him and let out a low growl.
Dean lowered the gun, and looked at his brother. Then he looked at the other wolf. Female. Still growling. He put the gun away, and raised his hands. Could this be??
“Sammy, is this your…mate?” He asked.
Sam nodded his head once. He looked back at his mate, giving a sharp bark. She stopped growling, but remained alert.
“Well, ok then. I’m happy for you! Congratulations!”
Sam’s tail wagged, and he grinned.
Sam looked at his mate, again,and made a chuffing sound. Her ears went back, and she whined. He repeated the noise, and she went down on her belly. Once more, and she began to creep forward.
Dean understood that this was an introduction. He squatted down, and put his hands out, palms up. He wanted to let her know he meant no harm.
The she wolf inched forward on her belly. Dean lowered his eyes, not looking at her. Not wanting to scare her. He felt her sniff at his outstretched hand. He stayed still. After a long minute of scenting, she gave his hand a tentative lick, and then another. Dean smiled, but didn’t move. Then he felt her chin rest on his outstretched palm. After a moment, he risked a glance at her. Her amber eyes seemed to look in to his soul. He scratched her under the chin. She gave his hand another quick lick, the retreated behind her mate.
“Well, hello to you too!”, Dean said softly. A thought came to him. He had to ask…
“Sam, was she…human? Did you…”
Sam gave Dean an angry glare, and shook his head. Dean relaxed.
“Good. I’m sorry, I had to ask.” Sam just rolled his eyes.
That evening he built a fire in the fire pit, and roasted hot dogs. He even got Sam’s mate, who he called Luna, to take one from his fingers. He filled Sam in on his year. The few hunts he’d been on. Cas decision to quit hunting altogether. He was living somewhere in Wyoming. Dean hadn’t heard from him in a while. Sam stayed with him late into to the night, looking up at the stars, as they had when they were children.
He had planned to stay a week, but after two days, he packed up to head back to the Bunker. Sam was good. Happy. He stood by the Impala, ready to go.
“I’ll see you next year, Sam. Be careful out there, ok? You don’t have opposable thumbs to dial me for help." Sam looked annoyed, and made a sound that could have been "Jerk” Dean laughed.
Luna waited for Sam at the top of the hill behind the cabin. He gave her a quick wave, got in the Impala, and started her up. When he looked in the rear view mirror, both wolves had vanished from sight.