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Title: Werewolf
Author: lady_armand2
Word Count: 695
Warnings: language, implied slash
Sam carried the sleeping child into their motel room while Dean trailed behind, trying to get through to Bobby. He hit his phone against his palm, making a frustrated sound. Dean and touch screen phones didn’t work well together. They were going to have to get him a normal phone. He threw the phone across the room, where it cracked when it connected with the wall.
Balancing the sleeping child, Sam pulled his own phone out, handing it over silently. He had already tried the touch screen once, back when he was in Stanford, and found he didn’t really like them. He would stick with his Blackberry.
Laying the little boy down on the bed, pulling the covers up over him, Sam sat down and listened to Dean yelling, albeit a bit quietly, to Bobby. Not that they could really blame Bobby. How could he know?
“It was a kid, Bobby! A seven year old kid, they were hunting him!” There was a silence as Bobby spoke. “No! It’s a kid, Bobby. You let any hunters know that if they get near us and try to harm that child they’ll have Dean Winchester on their ass for the rest of their very short life.” Dean’s voice had gotten louder, and the kid moved in his sleep.
“Dean, little quieter, unless you want him awake,” Sam said.
Dean pinched his nose in frustration. “We’re taking the kid with us, Bobby. We’ll look for a cure or something. All I know is that if a hunter so much as looks at him wrong I’ll kill them!” Dean paced around the little motel room. “We’ll be careful, Bobby.” Dean tossed Sam his phone back, sinking down onto the other bed.
“I’d think we’re crazy too if I was him.” Sam sat down beside Dean, looking at the sleeping child. “We’re adopting a seven year old werewolf, who saw his mother murdered by hunters.”
Dean fell back on the bed, looking up at the dirty ceiling. “At least Bobby called us and not some other hunters. Half the hunters we know wouldn’t hesitate to kill the kid.”
“Dude, there’s hunters out there that still want to see us dead. Remember that last hunt in the backwoods of West Virginia? They tried to kill us.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “We had been off the map for three weeks, and when they found us we were covered in blood and had the black contact lenses in.” Trying to look like a demon didn’t work, even with the demon eyes the demons had known it was them right away. “Which I might add was your idea.”
Sam gave Dean his bitch face. “Whose idea was it to go hunting demons in the backwoods of West Virginia, Dean? I only had an idea about trying to blend in. You were the one that wanted to go on that hunt.”
“Blow me, Sammy.”
Sam smirked. “Later, when we’re at home and don’t have a kid three feet away from us.”
“Aw come on, think of it as an adventure, and see if you can get me off before he wakes up.” Dean wiggled his eye brows suggestively.
Sam stood up. “No. We’ll be home by tomorrow night, you can wait till then.”
Dean huffed and watched Sam go into the bathroom. He looked down at himself and realized that he could probably use a shower as well. They had tracked the kid through the woods, trying to get to him before the other hunter. There was mud and blood on his clothes and drying on his skin.
From the way he was laying across the bed he could see the kid. They were going to have to sit down and talk to him about what was going to happen now. They could only help him so much he was going to have to put in some effort, and then they were still going to have to keep hunters at bay. There would always be those stupid enough to try and challenge them. Those were the ones that got their asses handed to them.
First, though, they had to get the kid on their side.