SPN Fic: Feral (PG13) For the HC bingo card
Title: Feral
Fandom: SPN
Word count: 1268
Disclaimer: not mine.
Author's note: written for the werewolves: first transformation square on my HC bingo card.
Summary: Sam is bitten while Dean's out searching for Castiel. With no brother and no angel, Bobby has to see Sam through the change as best he can.
“I really, really don’t want to do this, Bobby.” Sam gripped the bedrail in his hands and squeezed. The metal squealed as it bent. Sam dropped his head against the mattress and panted into the blankets.
“I know, son, I know,” Bobby said. He’d wheeled himself up against the bed, and leaned over awkwardly to pat Sam’s back. “But it’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah,” Sam gasped. He rolled onto his side, eyes squeezed shut as a fresh wave of pain rolled through him. “Sure it is.”
Bobby felt silent at that. No point in telling the boy lies. Nothing they could do was going to stop this. Maybe Castiel might have been able to, but since Raphael had shown up and kidnapped the angel right in front of them, they were on their own. Dean was still out searching for him, and Bobby had called as soon as Sam had dragged his ass back to the house.
He didn’t expect Dean to get back in time, unless he rescued Castiel and the angel flew them back.
Right now, one stupid crippled old man was all Sam had, and it wasn’t going to be enough.
Sam’s restlessness had worked loose the dressing over the bite. It looked just as enflamed as earlier, deep teeth marks still bleeding sluggishly. Even if they knew who and where the wolf was, there was no time to go kill it. Whatever happened, Sam was going through the change, and judging from the level of pain he was in, it wouldn’t be long now.
“You should...Bobby, you need to get out.” Sam was on his back now, heels digging into the bed as his body fought off the mutation ripping through it. “Please, Bobby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, idjit. You think I don’t know you, Sam? How long has Lucifer been in your dreams, dogging your every step, hounding, pestering, threatening? How long? And you’re still you. If you can keep saying ‘no’ to the Lord of the Pit, this? This is nothing.”
Sam caught his hand, squeezed it, then threw back his head and howled.
~~
Bobby was on the porch when Dean roared up in the Impala. He jumped out and ran up to him.
“You didn’t find him, then,” Bobby stated.
Dean looked back at the car. “No. Sam?”
Bobby rolled the wheelchair around and headed back inside. “He’s ok. I guess. Furry, with teeth and claws, but ok.”
“That’s not ok. My brother’s turned into a freaking werewolf.”
Bobby stopped so fast that Dean almost ran into him. “He’s alive. Lots of folks don’t make it through the first change. And he’s still him.”
Dean looked dubious. He shook his head. “He hasn’t tried to attack you.”
Bobby glared at him. “No, he damn well hasn’t. How it is, boy, that I know your brother better than you? He’s hiding upstairs. Maybe you can talk him into coming down here so we can get a better look at him.”
Bobby moved himself into the chairlift, and Dean walked up behind him. At the top, the hunter hauled himself over into his other wheelchair and led Dean along the passage to the spare bedroom. He opened the door and paused at the threshold.
“Sam? Dean’s here. Come see your brother, boy.”
Dean stepped past him, peering into the darkness. “Sam?”
Bobby tsked when he saw the state of the room. Sam’s change had been difficult and painful. He’d torn up the mattress some, but when Bobby had left the younger Winchester had squashed himself under the bed. Now the bed was on its side, shoved diagonally against the corner, and Bobby just knew Sam was hiding behind it.
In rearranging the bed, he’d knocked over the bedside cabinet, and smashed the lamp on the floor.
“You’re cleaning that up when you shift back,” Bobby chided. He rolled in after Dean, but held back when the younger man approached the bed.
“Sammy? Sammy, get out here. Let me see what you’ve done to yourself.”
Something moved in the shadows, and two gleaming yellow eyes peeked out at them. A second later, something large and furry jumped over the bed and barrelled into Dean, bringing him down with a yelp.
Bobby felt something tighten painfully in his gut when Sam tried to force his way into Dean’s arms, whining. Dean sat up and hauled Sam onto his lap, trying to wrap his arms as tight as he could around the struggling wolf.
“It’s ok, Sammy, it’s ok, I got you, we’ll fix this....”
Bobby rolled back, tugging the door shut behind him. For this, they were going to need some time.
Three weeks later
Dean was doing his best to keep the witch distracted while Sam snuck up on where Castiel was tied up. The angel’s hands were bound above his head to a thick wooden beam, and the mechanism holding the angel killing blade had it pressed into the hollow of his neck. A tiny trickle of blood was already running down his skin.
Carefully, Sam jumped up onto the beam, and worked his way across to where the ropes were tied. He could smell the magic on them, strong enough to hold an angel helpless.
“Sam?” Castiel whispered. He sounded astonished.
Yeah, Sam thought. I’m a little hairier than the last time you saw me. He risked a glance at Dean. The witch was advancing on him, and soon she’d notice that he wasn’t alone. Then she would activate the trap, killing Castiel, and Dean would do something stupid in return. Sam started to chew at the ropes, but without drawing attention to himself meant taking extra time. That was something they were running out of.
“Sam!” Dean yelled suddenly.
Sam looked up. The witch had seen him. She snapped her fingers, and there was a whirring sound and the blade started to move.
Snarling, Sam swatted at it with one big paw. No time for delicacy now. The blade crashed aside, falling at Castiel’s feet, and he heard the gasp of relief from the angel.
Be back, Sam thought, then leapt from the beam right at the bitch who’d taken their angel, and proceeded to rip her to shreds.
After Dean freed Castiel, the angel crouched next to Sam. Sam tried to look away. His face was caked with blood, and here he was - abomination again.
“No,” Castiel insisted. “You’re not.” He looked over his shoulder at Dean. “When was he bitten?”
“Three weeks ago. Can’t find the one that did it though. And can I just say? Since when did angels start selling other angels to witches?”
“Since witches found them helpless in rings of fire and forced deals on them.” Castiel scooped Sam up and held him close. “Sam, this could be uncomfortable.”
Sam closed his eyes as Castiel whispered in Enochian. His skin felt too tight for him suddenly. He yelped as his bones and muscles started to hurt and then suddenly, Dean was draping his jacket across him.
“Clothes, you know. Maketh the man, or at least stop their brothers wanting to spork their eyes out.”
Sam managed to swat at Dean’s leg, but he couldn’t help the stubborn tears that rolled down his cheeks. He turned awkwardly into Castiel, and then held out his hand to Dean. His brother hauled him upright, held him tight. Then Dean and Castiel supported him between them, letting them lean on them heavily as they helped him back to the car.
Fandom: SPN
Word count: 1268
Disclaimer: not mine.
Author's note: written for the werewolves: first transformation square on my HC bingo card.
Summary: Sam is bitten while Dean's out searching for Castiel. With no brother and no angel, Bobby has to see Sam through the change as best he can.
“I really, really don’t want to do this, Bobby.” Sam gripped the bedrail in his hands and squeezed. The metal squealed as it bent. Sam dropped his head against the mattress and panted into the blankets.
“I know, son, I know,” Bobby said. He’d wheeled himself up against the bed, and leaned over awkwardly to pat Sam’s back. “But it’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah,” Sam gasped. He rolled onto his side, eyes squeezed shut as a fresh wave of pain rolled through him. “Sure it is.”
Bobby felt silent at that. No point in telling the boy lies. Nothing they could do was going to stop this. Maybe Castiel might have been able to, but since Raphael had shown up and kidnapped the angel right in front of them, they were on their own. Dean was still out searching for him, and Bobby had called as soon as Sam had dragged his ass back to the house.
He didn’t expect Dean to get back in time, unless he rescued Castiel and the angel flew them back.
Right now, one stupid crippled old man was all Sam had, and it wasn’t going to be enough.
Sam’s restlessness had worked loose the dressing over the bite. It looked just as enflamed as earlier, deep teeth marks still bleeding sluggishly. Even if they knew who and where the wolf was, there was no time to go kill it. Whatever happened, Sam was going through the change, and judging from the level of pain he was in, it wouldn’t be long now.
“You should...Bobby, you need to get out.” Sam was on his back now, heels digging into the bed as his body fought off the mutation ripping through it. “Please, Bobby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, idjit. You think I don’t know you, Sam? How long has Lucifer been in your dreams, dogging your every step, hounding, pestering, threatening? How long? And you’re still you. If you can keep saying ‘no’ to the Lord of the Pit, this? This is nothing.”
Sam caught his hand, squeezed it, then threw back his head and howled.
~~
Bobby was on the porch when Dean roared up in the Impala. He jumped out and ran up to him.
“You didn’t find him, then,” Bobby stated.
Dean looked back at the car. “No. Sam?”
Bobby rolled the wheelchair around and headed back inside. “He’s ok. I guess. Furry, with teeth and claws, but ok.”
“That’s not ok. My brother’s turned into a freaking werewolf.”
Bobby stopped so fast that Dean almost ran into him. “He’s alive. Lots of folks don’t make it through the first change. And he’s still him.”
Dean looked dubious. He shook his head. “He hasn’t tried to attack you.”
Bobby glared at him. “No, he damn well hasn’t. How it is, boy, that I know your brother better than you? He’s hiding upstairs. Maybe you can talk him into coming down here so we can get a better look at him.”
Bobby moved himself into the chairlift, and Dean walked up behind him. At the top, the hunter hauled himself over into his other wheelchair and led Dean along the passage to the spare bedroom. He opened the door and paused at the threshold.
“Sam? Dean’s here. Come see your brother, boy.”
Dean stepped past him, peering into the darkness. “Sam?”
Bobby tsked when he saw the state of the room. Sam’s change had been difficult and painful. He’d torn up the mattress some, but when Bobby had left the younger Winchester had squashed himself under the bed. Now the bed was on its side, shoved diagonally against the corner, and Bobby just knew Sam was hiding behind it.
In rearranging the bed, he’d knocked over the bedside cabinet, and smashed the lamp on the floor.
“You’re cleaning that up when you shift back,” Bobby chided. He rolled in after Dean, but held back when the younger man approached the bed.
“Sammy? Sammy, get out here. Let me see what you’ve done to yourself.”
Something moved in the shadows, and two gleaming yellow eyes peeked out at them. A second later, something large and furry jumped over the bed and barrelled into Dean, bringing him down with a yelp.
Bobby felt something tighten painfully in his gut when Sam tried to force his way into Dean’s arms, whining. Dean sat up and hauled Sam onto his lap, trying to wrap his arms as tight as he could around the struggling wolf.
“It’s ok, Sammy, it’s ok, I got you, we’ll fix this....”
Bobby rolled back, tugging the door shut behind him. For this, they were going to need some time.
Three weeks later
Dean was doing his best to keep the witch distracted while Sam snuck up on where Castiel was tied up. The angel’s hands were bound above his head to a thick wooden beam, and the mechanism holding the angel killing blade had it pressed into the hollow of his neck. A tiny trickle of blood was already running down his skin.
Carefully, Sam jumped up onto the beam, and worked his way across to where the ropes were tied. He could smell the magic on them, strong enough to hold an angel helpless.
“Sam?” Castiel whispered. He sounded astonished.
Yeah, Sam thought. I’m a little hairier than the last time you saw me. He risked a glance at Dean. The witch was advancing on him, and soon she’d notice that he wasn’t alone. Then she would activate the trap, killing Castiel, and Dean would do something stupid in return. Sam started to chew at the ropes, but without drawing attention to himself meant taking extra time. That was something they were running out of.
“Sam!” Dean yelled suddenly.
Sam looked up. The witch had seen him. She snapped her fingers, and there was a whirring sound and the blade started to move.
Snarling, Sam swatted at it with one big paw. No time for delicacy now. The blade crashed aside, falling at Castiel’s feet, and he heard the gasp of relief from the angel.
Be back, Sam thought, then leapt from the beam right at the bitch who’d taken their angel, and proceeded to rip her to shreds.
After Dean freed Castiel, the angel crouched next to Sam. Sam tried to look away. His face was caked with blood, and here he was - abomination again.
“No,” Castiel insisted. “You’re not.” He looked over his shoulder at Dean. “When was he bitten?”
“Three weeks ago. Can’t find the one that did it though. And can I just say? Since when did angels start selling other angels to witches?”
“Since witches found them helpless in rings of fire and forced deals on them.” Castiel scooped Sam up and held him close. “Sam, this could be uncomfortable.”
Sam closed his eyes as Castiel whispered in Enochian. His skin felt too tight for him suddenly. He yelped as his bones and muscles started to hurt and then suddenly, Dean was draping his jacket across him.
“Clothes, you know. Maketh the man, or at least stop their brothers wanting to spork their eyes out.”
Sam managed to swat at Dean’s leg, but he couldn’t help the stubborn tears that rolled down his cheeks. He turned awkwardly into Castiel, and then held out his hand to Dean. His brother hauled him upright, held him tight. Then Dean and Castiel supported him between them, letting them lean on them heavily as they helped him back to the car.