Hungry
Dean knocks shoulders with him, and wrestles, and some of it's the same, and some seems to stem from this need for physical contact that he didn't have before. He can take the wrestling, they did that before, but some of it's collapsing onto him at night, sharing his bed, and he's let him, to find him curling round him in his sleep. Play-bites where only half the adrenaline rush these days is from the fear that Dean might bite too hard. One morning he woke up to find Dean absent mindedly licking his stomach in his sleep, and shit, he knew it was the wolf-brain doing that, he'd started to accept a lot of behaviours from Dean like he was just some weirdly shaped canine, which he was, but he was also his brother, but he was still Dean, half-naked and tanned in the morning light, sprawled across him and licking his damn stomach, which was just a little too good to wake up to, and had to roll away quickly. And the worst thing, is he can't even hide it.
A few days later, Dean came to him that night, went to climb in with him, like he often did around this time (needs the reassurance of pack) but he could do it, it was just the last straw in a day where Dean had been touching him too much, and just said, a little desperately, “Don't”.
And Dean just stopped. Peering curiously, and his nostrils flared for a moment (it was close to the full moon, too, crap), then he was saying, easily, casually, “Yeah. Sure, Sam. Not a problem” and backing off to his own bed, leaving him alone.
And Dean fucking knew.
Dean backed off more now, which didn't really help, because it just let Sam know that he was being too obvious.
***
Thing is, Dean's not actually that different to how he was before. The books all said that there was usually pronounced personality changes.
He's just... More Dean if anything. Family and Hunting. That's all there ever was for him. Like he was always a werewolf and just hadn't realised it yet.
Too many changed werewolves go bug nut crazy. An encounter with something beyond your worse nightmares, you know isn't real, couldn't be real, fighting for your life, and even if your survive (when loved ones didn't), finding the monster is in you now, a monster in your own body, and unable to comprehend, and unable to control, fighting instincts between man and wolf, uncculturated to animal instincts, more carnage is wrought at your own hand (tooth, claw), permanent fracturing of the psyche, nothing left but a crazed killer.
It's not usually Hunters like the Winchesters that take 'em out though. They get taken out by their own kind. Not that they'd call themselves that. There's pack and there's everything else. Sane werewolves. Aculturated, raised, human and wolf in harmony, and merciless to the broken ones. They know what's gotta be done.
They had wanted Dean with them, but he'd refused. Run with them for only a month, then left, Sam at his side. They'd said he shouldn't be alone, and Dean said he wasn't. Sam had echoed it, told them he wouldn't leave Dean alone, that he'd be with him. But he knows (thinks?) there'll eventually be a later, and after, that alone doesn't mean with, and wonders if Dean knows that. Wonders whether he's being honest with himself.
(ha! Is last line is *just* annoying ambiguous by using 'he' rather than 'dean' - is in fact Sam. Or both? Wonder how to convey that)
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If there was just a shadow more tooth to his smile, it wasn't anything that put the girls off. Dean's taste in girls hadn't changed. Much. He'd seen him though, sniffing them. He'd never really been interested in girls that were too scrawny or sick looking, anyway, but now he'd just reject some girls out of hand. Still liked stacked, but natural more than silicone. (Healthy and fertile.) Although, when it got to that time of the month, Dean started to ignore them anyway. He'd be friendly and all, but if he talked too long to one girl, he'd start to show off, pick fights with other guys, and Sam could see how hard it got for him to leave her, leave the bar, the town.
(Not right line, but tone: “Starting to see the virtues of monogamy?” “Shut up.”)
He'd start to get more edgy as the moon neared full. Vibrating with energy, chain smoking cigarettes with the window of the impala down.
“Sam, we got anything coming up?”
“Nope. Got a few days free.”
Dean just nodded, and unspoken question answered, drove out of towns, headed for open country. Few people, more wild.
(But no wolves - Going out to howl, and when inside other (wolf) packs territory, stayed in motel room all night, anxious, neat wolf form pacing, sleeping on the end of Sam's bed for reassurance).
scene:
When they argue, Dean doesn't try to out reason him, Sam lays out a careful argument, and Dean retaliates with a noogie, wrestling, Sam red in the face - pinning me doesn't mean you're right. Sam finally submitting, grumpily / or... Dean's teeth near his neck, Sam going limp, carefully extending it. Showing belly, raising palms, human and wolf symbols for submission. Angry, but when the get in the car, Dean just puts on the sunglasses, grins, and then goes the way Sam originally suggested.
Concept: Constantly fights for alpha status (like always really) Dean winning physically, but then making a point of doing what Sam wanted anyway. Sam confused, not getting it.
Scene:
“Goin' out for a walk, Sammy”. He's got his jacket with him.
Gets slightly pissy that Dean seems to think that getting him