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âSon of a-â
Dean swore, rushing to samâs side after taking down his attacker, âShit⌠Shit! Fuck Sammy.. you okay?!â
Sam opened his mouth to reply, but felt too weak. He leaned towards Dean before coughing up more blood onto the floor in front of him. "C-Can't breath-" he managed to gasp.
Open- Just want to sleep//Dean
Dean had his face in the pillow, he was exhausted and was loudly snoring. He had been drinking alot earlier. He had been having a hard day and just wanted to sleep. He wasnt aware of anybody coming into the room. He just continued to sleep deeply. Â He was breathing deeply.
Sam had decided to spend the a few more hours in the library buried in the research when Dean had announced he was heading back to the motel. No more than an hour after they had split up, the witch he was reading up on had showed up, setting Sam as her next victim. Caught off guard, Sam tried his best to fend her off, but was unable to stop her from casting a spell on him. Immediately he began to cough, falling to his knees. The witch left him there as he reached for his phone, frantically dialling Dean's number. Before his brother picked up, Sam began to throw up blood onto the floor.Â
"Son of a-"
I'm back! Sorry for disappearing like that for a few months, i'll try to be more active now.
Dee trudged over to the other chair, and she slumped herself down, a smile playing at her lips at her brotherâs words. âLots of fun,â she agreed, giving him a wink as she stretched, arms up over her head. âAnd what about you? Did you get any research done or did you just decide the keyboard looked like a comfy pillow?â Â
Sam smirked, letting out a slight yawn before he spoke "Well, I started to, but I turned out to be pretty tired." He laughed to himself, shaking his head a little "You're right, Dee, I seriously need to get laid. I mean, it's been like, what, three years now?" It was true that sex was still a bit of a touchy subject for him, but so long as there was no commitment involved, surely it could do no harm. "Think you could hook me up?"
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âWhat are you touching?â
Sam glanced up at Charlie, startled a little because he'd thought that he was alone in the room. "Oh, this is just a part of the victim's brain. I managed to take it from the morgue." He sated as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Sam reverted his eyes back to the mess he'd made on the table,  studying the brain closely "You want a look?" He offered with a slight smile.
After about an hour or so, Deanna stumbled through their motel door, and tripped and laughed at herself when she managed to catch herself before she fell on her face. A little drunk, sheâd admit that, but she had had a good time with that girl. She was so flexibleâŚ
âHey,â the blonde huffed, and nudged her brother as he slept, slumped over the laptop. She gave his hair a ruffle. âHey - sleeping beauty.â Dee gave the chair a light kick.
Feeling his sister's hand ruffle his hair, Sam jolted awake. He quickly relaxed again one he noticed it was just his big sister and not some monster trying to kill him. Letting out a groan, Sam tried to fix his hair a little. "How was your night?" Sam asked, noticing the distinctive smell of alcohol in the air "Looks like you two had fun..."
âOh yeah - thatâs kinda true. That blows.â Then she got to her feet, and winked over at the girl across the bar before making her way over there and saying, âSorry Sammy boy. Duty calls,â over her shoulder.
Sam grinned at his sister as she wondered over to her next hook-up, putting on his coat "I'm gonna' head back to the motel. Use protection." he mocked, wondering out the door. Once back at the motel, he whipped out his laptop, searching for a case. Before he knew it he'd fallen asleep on the keys. Since when had this become his Saturday night? Dean was right, he seriously needed to get laid.
ââŚYeah, sheâs pretty cute.. You sure youâre not interested in any of them? Itâs been a long time since you got laid, Sam. To my knowledge anyway.â
Sam shrugged, letting out a tired sigh "Yeah, but there's good reason for that. My hook-ups tend to have pretty short lifespans..."
Hot blooded // open to anyone
"I'm not telling you anything..." Sam snapped, spitting out the blood that was starting to fill his mouth. There was no amount of torture that would make him put his brother in danger. Dean was safe so long as he kept his mouth shut, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He glared up at his captor, gritting his teeth in anger. If his hands weren't restrained he'd be more than happy to choke him until that smug grin was wiped from his lips "My brother's going to kill you when he gets here."
âTouche,â she chuckled but then shot him a wink. âBut now that you mention it, maybe I will⌠The nightâs still young.â
 Sam glanced around the room, smirking "Well, there's a hot blond giving you the eyes at two o'clock."
Her smile widened. âNot in the mood to deal with me or not in the mood to go flirt with one of those girls?â
"Both." Sam decided, taking another sip of his drink. "I'm surprised you haven't hooked up with any of them yet..."
Apparently, being a solo hunter wasnât the smartest decision the young witch had. Power in numbers was great! If the other hunters trusted you. So, she got used to flying solo, hunting things on her own, caring only for herself. And it was good, until this hunt proved to her that it wasnât so simple to begin with.
Rumors. It all started with rumors that there were bears attacking the locals, shredding them into pieces, but May knew differently. Sneaking around the police station as a FBI agent, and into the morgue proved her theory. Werewolves. Those blasted dogs had something against the people of this town, as it seemed that there were more killed people in the last two months, then the number that have died naturally in the past two years.Â
So when the opportunity was good, May packed her bags and headed off. Believing that there was only one wolf, or maybe two, she thought it would be a easy job. Well, less easy then usual, still doable. Imagine the surprise and horror on the blondâs face when she found out that there was a whole pack of them. Foolishly ending the life of one in the closeness of the others ended up with her running through the forest like a mad woman, running for her life.Â
And all was good till her body collided with something tall and hard. The impact caused her to fall backwards, sprawling into the leaves and dirt. With confused and slightly terrified eyes, she looked up only to see another person. A hunter, perhaps? Taking the offered hand the man was showing, May shook her head and breathed out. âYa think we should?! Letâs go!â Her skin crawled as she heard the familiar growls and snarls of the creatures that were slowly closing in, and she wasted to time in pulling the man after her, ass he began to run again
Sam had no doubt that this girl was a hunter, no one else could act this un-phased by a pack of wolves. If she'd been a casual passer by, one look at the pack would have her trembling in a corner, but this girl was no stranger to these creature, Sam knew that much. In some ways, she reminded him of Jo Harvelle: The way she carried herself, confident yet careful, just like his old friend. Not to mention her appearance. The same blond hair, dainty yet threatening features. She was fast, catching him a little off guard as she set right off again, dragging Sam in tow. The wolves were gaining on them, not long now until they'd have to defend themselves. He clenched his silver knife tightly in his palm, ready to attack if need be. "My car's parked pretty close, just through the trees a little more." He ran a little ahead, leading the way "We can come back to finish them off later." He called to her, briefly glancing back to their snarling followers.
âPlenty of pretty girls here - you gonna try and score or what?â
"Seriously, I can't take you anywhere." Sam mumbled, shooting his sister a bitch face "I'm not in the mood, Deanna..."
//Open to Deans//
If Dean could have it his way, Sam would be in no pain at all, but all things considered, he supposed that âit just hurts a littleâ was already good. When Sam asked him about their dad, he decided to answer what the nurse would most likely like to hear despite the fact that she was already on her way out, just in case she overheard anything, trying to get his own message across to Sam without making the nurse any more suspicious than she already was. âHeâs still away on business. He doesnât know what happened yet.â I havenât told the hospital anything. âYouâll see him soon, alright? Weâve just gotta take care of ourselves for a while.â Weâre on our own on this one, but we can handle it.
Dean nodded when his brother asked if he was sure that they hadnât been followed. âTheyâre too scared to come here, Sam, donât worry. And even if they did, I donât think theyâd risk doing anything in a hospital. Too easy to get caught.â At that moment, as much as he hated to admit it, maybe the hospital was the safest place for them. However, that wouldnât be true for much longer. That nurse was already asking too many questions about them, and if she stumbled across the wrong piece of information, or if either one of the boys said something they shouldnât then theyâd be in big trouble.
At Samâs next statement, Dean gave him a nod. Under normal circumstances, he might have have disputed Samâs claim that they were alone, saying that their dad tried to be around but it wasnât easy given his job, but this time they were well and truly alone, John wasnât going to come to their rescue - getting in touch with their father would be hard, if not all but impossible. Either way, however, to the eyes of the hospital and probably almost everyone else, they were alone. âI know, Sammy.â He let out a bit of a tired sigh. If only this could wait until the following day⌠But it couldnât Dean knew that. âNeither one of us is in any condition to just sneak out of here. Weâre gonna have to be more creative. And we need a story. Theyâre like a dog with a bone, theyâre not giving up anytime soon.â
Sam had no trouble translating Dean's words into their true meaning, a talent that he and Dean have shared for as long as he can remember. No matter what situation they're in, the brothers always manage to find ways of communicating what needs to be said. But, no amount of carefully picked words can keep the nurse satisfied for long, and Sam knows they're far from in the clear. Once the woman is out of the room, Sam too lets out a long sigh. So, once again, they're left to clean up dad's mess. He knows Dean won't see it that way, he'll probably claim that dad couldn't have known this would happen, but Sam wasn't convinced. None of this would have happened if they hadn't come back to the same town again. It was a rookie mistake on their father's part, and now he was nowhere to be seen to sort it out. Sam tried to sit up a little, but the pain spread as he moved, casing him to wince a little and let out another groan. He was comforted by Dean's words, but he still couldn't relax. Just knowing that a human was capable of doing this made him feel unsafe, like anyone might attack him. All his life he'd thought of the monsters being the evil ones, but now he couldn't be so sure. "I don't think we'll see them again," he agreed with a nod "they were just angry and looking for revenge. I don't think they meant to hurt us this much..." Sam thought about what his brother had said. What kind of story could they think up that would get them in the clear? Honestly, he had no idea. "D'you think Bobby'd know what to do?" Sam asked, lost in thought for a moment "He's too far away to come down here in time, but he might have at least an idea..." Surely it was at least worth a shot, and they knew for sure that Bobby would pick up, he loved to hear from them.
maystonehide Going on hunts without Dean just didn't feel right, but he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. The best way to distract himself right now was to keep busy. There was no point moping around when he could be saving lives, it's what Dean would've wanted. Besides, he'd only been missing for a month... he was bound to turn up sooner or later, right? These were exactly the kind of thoughts Sam was trying to avoid, so ripping into a werewolf was exactly the kind of stress relief he needed right now. But, of course, things never go to plan for a Winchester, and before he knew It a whole pack of the bloody things were on his tail, chasing him through the woods. Sam picked up his pace, knowing he couldn't take all of them without his brother by his side. Damn it, Dean. Where the hell are you? That's when his body collided with someone else, knocking him to the floor in an instant. He glanced over to where the stranger now lay, holding up a hand to show he meant no harm "Uh- Sorry about that. Look, we need to get out of here." There were time for apologies right now, not with the pack the was fast approaching.
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