sin request: sam and dean having to resort to eating a monster (like werewolf or something) after being stranded during a hunt in the wilderness
It’s been two days since their father left to get help, and it’s been four hours since Dean fed his brother their last granola bar, since he found himself licking the wrapper and Sammy’s fingertips for any lingering crumbs or a glob of the jam inside. It’s humiliating, in a way, how hungry he is; he’s supposed to be stronger than this, sixteen years old and a man like his father wants him to be. But his stomach is growling, clawing at itself, has him curling into a tight little ball to try to relieve some of the hunger pangs to no avail, and with every minute that passes, his hopes of returning to civilization anytime soon seem to shrink.
They’re holed up in a tiny shack, the sort of place that Dean would’ve deemed uninhabitable in any conditions besides the blizzard that rages outside. One room, fifteen by fifteen if Dean’s pacing is reliable, with one old bed tucked away in the corner, rusty springs and mothball sheets, no fireplace and no running water. It’d been their only option for shelter when the storm took them, a last resort for survival when the tail end of their hunt ended up going south.
The werewolf, at least, is dead. Its body is outside, and Dean’s sure that if he had the willpower to step out the front door into the howling winds and two-foot snowfall, he’d be able to pick it out, somewhere a couple dozen feet off their front step. There’d been no time to burn the thing, and they’d left it there, bloodied and in some half-man, half-wolf form, twisted and mangled and slowly freezing under sub-zero temperatures. Dean’s only comfort is that it’s been hit with a pair of silver bullets straight to the heart, and that it hasn’t moved since he took it down in the first place.
Werewolf or not, though, he can’t help but be scared. There’s been no word of rescue, yet, even though their dad promised to come back with help as soon as he found it. Dean’s been tasked with keeping his brother alive in this freezing hellscape, and without any food left to nourish his skinny body, they’re quickly running out of options.
