Fic: Wild By Skye (18/27)
Sam could tell something was bothering Dean. He just didn't know what. He tried to think of something that might have happened to upset him, but there had been nothing. It was as though Dean just woke up in a bad mood.
The first day when Dean was unusually quiet and withdrawn, Sam had asked him what was wrong. Predictably, Dean just shrugged off the question and wouldn't talk about it.
Then Dean asked if they could go camping that night.
Dean never asked. Sam was always the one to suggest they spend nights in the woods. Dean only asked to be outside on nights of the full moon, when the wolf would not be denied and they might as well be outside where the wolf could run. Any other time of the month, Dean didn't bring it up as a consideration. Sam was the one who catered to the wolf, made room in their lives for it to thrive. Dean didn't seem to think himself worthy of the indulgence. Sam begged to differ. So while Dean never suggested a night in the woods to free the wolf, he never argued against Sam when Sam suggested it.
It wasn't even close to a full moon, so when Dean asked to spend the night outside, it worried Sam, but he readily agreed. Maybe the wolf was just the thing to cure whatever was bothering his brother.
That night, Dean was gone a long time. From well before the sun set until long after it rose the next morning.
Somewhere close to midnight, Sam started from his light doze by the fire when he heard a howl.
Dean never howled. He had always been a quiet wolf. Sam had even wondered if maybe only real wolves howled and not lycanthropes.
Sam sat up and listened to the sound of his brother howling in the night. He supposed it was just the nature of the howl, but it sounded so forlorn and sad.
Nineteen
The first day when Dean was unusually quiet and withdrawn, Sam had asked him what was wrong. Predictably, Dean just shrugged off the question and wouldn't talk about it.
Then Dean asked if they could go camping that night.
Dean never asked. Sam was always the one to suggest they spend nights in the woods. Dean only asked to be outside on nights of the full moon, when the wolf would not be denied and they might as well be outside where the wolf could run. Any other time of the month, Dean didn't bring it up as a consideration. Sam was the one who catered to the wolf, made room in their lives for it to thrive. Dean didn't seem to think himself worthy of the indulgence. Sam begged to differ. So while Dean never suggested a night in the woods to free the wolf, he never argued against Sam when Sam suggested it.
It wasn't even close to a full moon, so when Dean asked to spend the night outside, it worried Sam, but he readily agreed. Maybe the wolf was just the thing to cure whatever was bothering his brother.
That night, Dean was gone a long time. From well before the sun set until long after it rose the next morning.
Somewhere close to midnight, Sam started from his light doze by the fire when he heard a howl.
Dean never howled. He had always been a quiet wolf. Sam had even wondered if maybe only real wolves howled and not lycanthropes.
Sam sat up and listened to the sound of his brother howling in the night. He supposed it was just the nature of the howl, but it sounded so forlorn and sad.
Nineteen