the digital devil saga au nobody asked for: part 1
It starts with a werewolf hunt gone wrong.
The hunt was supposed to be cut-and-dry - signs pointed to only one werewolf, and an apparently recently-turned one judging by how sloppy it’s kills were. Turns out, though, that said were was the baby of a pretty damn big pack, and said pack was pretty fucking not okay with hunters going after their newest member. And to top it all off, they didn’t find that little factoid out until the damn full moon itself, when they were suddenly cornered in the warehouse they’d managed to track the younger were to. So: long story short, it looked like they were screwed. And, of course, that’s when it got weird.
Story of their fucking lives, right there.
Getting pinned by a dozen werewolves in some godforsaken warehouse in some podunk goddamn town was so not the highlight of Dean’s week. The things were circling up around him and his brother, and he was not looking forward to when they decided to charge. He kept his aim steady on what looked like their pack alpha while Sam covered his back, hoping like hell that taking him out would at least confuse the others enough that the two of them could get shots off on the rest of the fuckers.
But even with the two of them watching, werewolves are fast sons of bitches, and all it takes is one glance back to make sure Sam’s alright for them to run in. Dean hears an echo of his father, as he gets picked up and tossed into some crates like a goddamn ragdoll. Gettin’ real sloppy, Dean, don’t you take your eyes off a monster for one second, you hear me son?
The crates shatter under his and Sam’s combined weight, and it’s just their luck that they were holding some kind of glass something-or-other because he feels his back getting sliced up something awful from the impact. He hears Sam hiss in pain next to him, so he knows Sam’s probably cut all to hell too. Fucking perfect. Man, he better not get an infection from this shit.
When scrambling to his feet, though, his back starts to burn. Well fuck, that ain’t normal. Dean grunts in pain, with answered by a moan from Sam. What the hell was in those crates?
The burning feeling just gets worse and worse, and Dean doubles up from the pain. His vision starts pulsing, red creeping in around the edges, and he hears screams and doesn’t even know if they’re his or his brother’s but it gets more painful still as it feels like his body’s twisting, stretching until finally, he crests into blissful unconsciousness.
When he wakes, he’s covered in blood and surrounded by the torn shreds of the werewolf pack and a shaky, equally blood-covered little brother.
