Fic: We're Not Worthy!
Summary - Dean meets his heroes out on a hunt for a black dog. Takes place during Season Two.
Dedicated to the wonderful blueeyedliz on her birthday!
Beta by sendintheklowns (couldn't do this without her).
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Disclaimers: I do not own Sam and Dean, but I'd love too! Same goes for the other boys in this story.
Sam hated to admit it but Queen Mallard packed a delicious lunch with enough food for not only both of them but their new friends too.
Dean leaned back and patted his stomach. “Dude I'm so marrying Queen Mallard.”
Lars spit food out laughing. “Man, I still can't believe they have a Queen Mallard contest.”
James rolled his eyes. “It is the south and they get into their pageants.”
Sam smiled. “I was just a little confused that they were giving out scholarships to some of the duck calling winners.”
Dean smirked. “Geek boy, other talents are recognized by colleges.”
Before Sam could respond, Lars came to his defense. “Yeah but I hate to see the college that offers that kind of scholarship.”
Dean still in the 'I want to impress Metallica mode' excitedly blurted out. “Sam had a full ride to Stanford.”
James and Lars both gave Sam a look, before James spoke. “So you went to Stanford for pest control?”
Sam kicked his brother and then smiled at their new friends. “I went for law but uh ...”
Dean jumped to his defense. “There was a family emergency and Sam sacrificed his full ride to help the family.”
Sam gave his brother a grateful smile.
Lars spoke quietly. “That's really an awesome thing you did Sam. Family should always come first, and maybe one day your path will take you back to school.”
Sam nodded. “Maybe.”
James made a move to collect the trash in front of them. “So I was thinking that maybe you two could use some help tracking this rabid dog?”
Dean's face lit up. “Really? You want to hunt with us?”
Sam sighed. He knew that Dean was in worship mode and his mind wasn't processing the facts clearly. His big brother wanted to spend time with his idols but hunting a black dog with them was so not a good idea!
Sam bit his lip and spoke. “Dean, I don't think that's a good idea.”
Dean glared at him. “Why not Sam? I could spend some quality time with a real hunter.”
Sam fought not to yell, the words hurt but once again he reminded himself that Dean wasn't thinking clearly. “Fine Dean but I don't think Lars here is up for hunting a rabid dog.”
Lars smiled. “I'm good keeping camp and letting James go.”
Dean snapped his fingers. “I've got an idea. James why don't you and I check out the area for signs of the dog and Sam and Lars can keep the camp.”
James nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
Sam grabbed Dean's arm and pulled his from the picnic table. “Excuse us.”
Once out of earshot he laid into Dean. “Dude, I know you love Metallica and that this is a once in a life time type of situation but... you can't take James out on a hunt. He won't have your back like I would and ...”
“He's James freakin' Hetfield. The man is a legend and is an excellent hunter. It'll be fine Sam. The attacks didn't take place until late in the day so I'll just do recon with him and leave the real hunt for us. Let me do this please?” Dean was pleading like a 5 year old and Sam felt his resolve melting.
“Dean, are you sure? He may have a gun but it'll take a silver bullet...”
“I've got that one, just trust me.” Dean replied with a big smile.
“Fine, I don't like it but fine.” Sam replied as they made their way back to the others.
Sam sat amused as Dean took things into his hands.
“So James, the thing is in our line of business we picked up a few secrets of the trade and one is that a silver bullet is more effective on a rabid dog than anything else.” Dean was doing his smooth sell, but Sam could tell that he was just confusing James.
“Really? I don't...”
Dean cut in. “Trust me.”
Lars laughed. “Dude you're going hunting with The Lone Ranger.”
James growled. “Shut up Lars.”
-0-
Dean and James had been gone a few hours and Sam was starting understand why James was so excited to leave his band mate. The guy talked a lot. The first hour had been interesting but..
He had spent the last hour listening to Lars talk about the road, and ... well things that really didn't interest Sam. The musician talked a mile a minute and Sam didn't know how he didn't hyperventilate talking so fast.
Sam could hear some rustling in the bushes and he decided to finally put a stop to the rambling. “Lars, I think we might have company.”
“Shit Sam, is there something in the bushes?” Lars moved to stand right next to Sam. So close that Sam wanted to move him but he knew that Lars was just fearful so he let it pass. It wouldn't be the last time on a hunt that he had a civilian shadow.
Sam nodded. “I think we need to be prepared just in case it's the real deal.”
Reaching behind him, Sam slowly pulled out the gun he had tucked there.
“Shit, you gonna shoot it?” Lars spat out.
Sam huffed. “If it's the rabid dog, then yes!”
A low growling noise caught their attention, one that Sam had heard before. Shit, it's a damn black dog in the bushes and I'm stuck here with Lars the chatter box, thanks Dean!
“Lars, it's the dog we've been looking for and I need you to stay behind me. Got that?”
“Shit, yeah man. Just shoot the bitch.” Lars squeaked out.
The growling got louder as a very large very mangy looking dog came out of the bushes. Eyes glowing red, even in the sunlight they glowed bright.
Lars tensed next to Sam. “T-That's not like any dog I've ever seen well except in the movies. Is it a werewolf?”
“Uh, something like that. Lars could you back up a bit. I need to get a clean shot in or we will be in trouble.” Sam felt the other man back up a bit.
“Just kill him man.” The other man whispered out.
Before Sam could act, the black dog decided to leap at them making the move to attack. Sam lifted his gun and pulled off a shot. He could tell it was going to be a dead center hit to the heart but decided to move back in order to be out of reach as the creature took its last breath.
That was when his world went a bit crazy. Lars hadn't moved back very far and Sam felt himself tripping over the smaller man as he backed up. He felt his body lose its fight with gravity and suddenly he was falling backwards. He could hear Lars cursing as he hit the ground.
“Shit man, you alright?”
Sam wanted to answer but his head throbbed, he'd definitely struck it on something and now his world was fading to black.
-0-
Sam's eyelids felt like sandbags as he struggled to open them. He finally decided to let them stay shut and concentrate on breathing, though the noises around him were making that difficult.
“James, do you think he has brain damage?”
“Shut it Lars!”
A familiar voice drifted through the chaos. “Sammy, I need you to wake up for me.”
Sam tried to respond but his body was still not co-operating.
Dean's voice spoke again. “So Lars, what happened? How long has he been out?”
“Um, well that thing which I must say is not a rabid dog, rabid dogs do not have eyes that glow red.”
James voice boomed. “Lars you can have a break down after you tell Dean what happened.”
“Okay, so that thing was in the bushes and Sam told me to get behind him so I did. Then he pulled his gun out. That dog creature came out and started to lunge for us and I moved back a bit as Sam shot it but then I remembered he wanted me to stay behind him so I moved closer only he didn't know that... and shit he backed up and tripped over me. I tried to catch him but dude he's like a giant and ...well he hit the ground hard and there was a rock ... I think he hit his head on it.”
Sam could feel Dean's hands behind his head moving him. And then his brother let out a loud curse.
“Shit, he hit a rock alright and it feels like he hit it hard. We need to try to get him awake so we can check for a concussion.”
Lars's excited voice pierced Sam's ears. “I know what to do.”
There was some shuffling and then ice cold water hit Sam full force in the face, he sputtered and tried to get away from its source.
James voice loud and annoyed pulled at Sam's attention. “Damn it Lars, don't drown him.”
Sam slowly opened his eyes as his face was dried off. He looked up to see three concerned faces staring down at him.
Lars immediately moved closer, grabbing Sam's shoulder. “Sam, dude you're alive, thank God. You scared me there bro!”
Sam gave him a shaky nod. And focused on Dean who was studying him closely.
“Sam, I think you might have concussion, are you hurt anywhere besides your head?”
“N-No just head hurts. But we should uh, see about burning the dog.” Sam squeaked out.
“Yeah, uh let's get you out of the sun under a tree and I'll get James to help me burn it.” Dean moved to pick up Sam.
“Uh, okay just hurry because I don't think I can take much more of Lars.” Sam replied weakly.
-0-
Lars plopped down beside Sam and offered him a bottle of water.
“Sam, I'm really sorry about tripping you. I was so scared and I didn't think.” Lars's voice was quiet and a bit pained.
Sam sighed, he really got it and in fact really liked Lars it had just been a bad day. “Don't worry about it, we all have days that go a bit iffy. I'm just glad no one got seriously hurt.”
“Me too. Dude what was that thing? I mean, it looked like something out of the movies. A hell hound or something.”
“Well, to be honest it was something like that. Uh, unfortunately sometimes ...”
“So, what you're saying is some of the lore or stories like Loch Ness are true, awesome!”
Sam sighed, the short version of the story would just have to do. His throbbing head wasn't allowing for clear thought anyway.
“So Sam, I wanted to thank you. You saved my life man, and I'm so in debt to you. I'm gonna give you my cell phone number and if you ever want to catch a show just call. I can hook you up.” Lars was beaming at Sam and he had to smile.
“Uh, Lars could you maybe make that offer to Dean? It would mean the world to him and because he is my big brother it would mean the world to me.”
“Certainly my man, I can do that. Dean's pretty cool huh?”
Sam looked over at his brother who now had a bon fire going with his hero by his side beaming.
“Yep, he's pretty cool just don't go singing his praises too much, 'cause I have to live with him after you leave.”
Lars laughed. “Sure thing bro.”
-0-
After a cookout that night and a quick breakfast the next morning, Sam watched as Dean sadly said goodbye to their new friends. It was a slow quiet walk back to the car, with lots of stops where Dean made sure Sam was still with it. Normally, Sam would have been annoyed but after spending a day with Lars, Dean didn't seem as annoying.
As they got in the car, Dean turned to Sam beaming. “Dude, I still can't believe we met Lars and James and hunted with them. No one is every gonna believe us!”
Sam smiled. “Nope, but it happened dude. I have the concussion to prove it!”
Dean frowned. “Sam, you sure you're alright?”
“Yeah, I am Dean, just tired. And I will admit this, James and Lars are pretty cool guys even if Lars talks a bit much.”
“That's not the concussion talking is it Sammy?”
“No, in fact to celebrate why don't you put in some Metallica, just don't crank it. I don't think my head could take that.”
Dean actually giggled like a little kid. “Awesome, thanks Sam!”
Sam found himself smiling as he rested against the seat. His thoughts a jumble but one thing was clear.
The cost of eating duck? Death by gas.
The cost of hanging with a Rock God? A concussion.
Watching your brother light up like a little kid on Christmas Day? Priceless.
Sam felt himself relax as he listened to the music with a new found appreciation. It really wasn't bad, but the words fade to black called to him and soon he was asleep.
End
A/N: I grew up in Arkansas and I always thought it was cool that there was a Nation Duck Calling Contest in Stuttgart. Add in the fact that I read that James Hatfield has indeed hunted in Arkansas, lead me to this plot bunny. BTW, Dick Cheney has been known to fly in for the big duck hunt.
I hope that I did the Metallica boys justice. A big thanks to my brother for forcing me to listen to their music. I love them and especially Lars. His child like enthusiasm for life has always tickled me. I just want to say when it comes to trying to write them- I know I'm not worthy, but I had fun!
This story is in Sam's POV because I loved how he handled Dean in the missing Impala scene from “Red Sky at Morning”. I just could see Dean losing it over his heroes in the same way.
This is dedicated to Liz because I know she loves the Supernatural guys and loves to rock so I thought this was the perfect fit. I had to throw in a little limp Sam just for her. Happy Birthday!
Thanks so much for reading and I would love to hear what you guys thought, comments are love!