Sam I Am- Part 4
After a few weeks of intense training where Sam was given a daily dose of Crowley’s powder and Samuel was satisfied that they had rid Sam of the lingering aspects of Sam’s personality and transformed him into a new super hunter of sorts.
To finish off the transformation, Samuel and Crowley decided that they would rename Sam by giving him the name of Maxwell Johnson. A new name for a new and improved hunter-this was done in part to rid Sam of his birth name and to hide his identity so that other hunters wouldn’t know who Sam really was.
The first order of business for the new hunter, Maxwell Johnson aka Sam was to go on a hunt involving a pack of werewolves who were hunting together-their prey of choice were college kids. The werewolves would spend a few months in a college before moving on to the next. Gwen had figured out the pattern and Samuel had decided that it was high time to test the new hunter’s abilities and how he would do during a solo hunt.
A few days later around the time of the month for a full moon, Sam arrived at the latest college where the most recent werewolf attacks happened. Immediately, he headed to the local police station where he presented himself as being an agent of the FBI charged with investigating the case.
The police chief, Lt. Dallas, came out from his office to present himself to Sam. Lt. Dallas asked to see identification before he let Sam into his office.
“What can I do for you, Agent?” Lt. Dallas asked as he sat down behind his desk.
“I would like to see all the cases involving the college campus attacks.” Sam said.
“Why would the FBI be so interested in our college campus? They are missing person cases. I’ll admit that the one attack with Alice Reed was more likely a madman who thought that he would get off by attacking her. It’s nothing.”
“Well, Lt. Dallas, we take the safety of our citizens very seriously. I need to see the full case files.” Sam replied seriously.
Intimidated by the presence of an FBI agent, Lt. Dallas sent for the full case files immediately.
Just as his desk clerk brought in the files, Lt. Dallas said to Sam, “Look through them and we’ll make copies of everything that you want.”
Sam just stared at him and replied, “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll just take the files and be on my way.”
He picked up the files and left the police station leaving behind a baffled chief of police.
After a night of studying the material of the case and the location of the attacks, Sam decided to go and stalk out the location knowing that tomorrow night there was going to be a full moon.
The next day, Sam prepped his gear for the hunt while going around and gathering some more intel about the cases by interviewing Alice Reed.
When Alice Reed opened the door, Sam just flashed his badge at her and asked if she was willing to answer some questions about her attacker. Without waiting for her answer, Sam pushed her to the side and let himself in.
Taken back by his abrupt behavior, Alice followed him inside.
As soon as he was inside, Sam turned to Alice, “What happened the night that you were attacked Alice?”
Alice glared at him, “Why do you want to know about it? I didn’t think that it would interest the FBI?”
Sam nodded, “You’re right. Usually it wouldn’t interest the FBI but there have been developments in the case that do concern us.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not at liberty to give more details. I do need your account of the attack though.”
Alice hesitated, “Do you think that it would lead to an arrest if I do tell you about it.”
Sam replied, “Yes.”
Alice nodded and took a deep breath. “I was at a friend’s, studying for an exam. After a few hours of studying, I left. I had to cross over the campus lawn in order to get to my dorm room. I made sure that I walked where there were people and street lights but as I neared my dorm room, two men came up to me. I tried to avoid them by walking faster but they were insistent and one of them grabbed me. As he grabbed me, I saw that his face had changed shape-it had become more like a monster’s face and he had the teeth to match,” She stopped talking and shuddered at the memory. “Anyway, that is all I remember because the next thing I know I find myself lying on the ground with my shirt torn and being a little bloody. I guess that someone came and they freaked and just run away leaving me there.”
“And what else?” Sam asked.
“What what else? I’ve told you everything I know.” She replied a little taken back.
“That couldn’t have the end of it. You just recounted what you told the local police. I want to know what happened. All of it,” Sam said in a stern tone.
Alice sighed and said quietly, “You’re right. That isn’t everything. They took me with them to a place where they and a group of other men did things to me that I would rather forget. Please don’t make me tell you about them.”
She started sobbing holding her face in her hands. Sam sighed; this was all a huge nuisance to him-talking to the victims. They didn’t know anything other than the terror of their experience.
“Okay, fine. You don’t have to give me the details. Just give me the location, can you do that?” He asked, watching her warily.
Alice nodded and lifted her head to stare Sam straight in the eye. “They took me to a small circular courtyard. It’s by the angel statures on the edge of the college lawn. That’s where they did it.”
Nodding in satisfaction, Sam stood up prompting Alice to stand as well. “You’re going?” She asked astonished.
Sam nodded, “Yes,” taking a step to the door; he stopped as if he had just remembered to do something, turned and said, “Thank you. I promise that we’ll stop these guys.”
With that he turned and left.
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That night was the full moon. Sam waited in the shadows of the circular courtyard that Alice had mentioned. He knew that the two men who had attacked Alice and their posse would be coming here any moment now bring with them their newest victim.
Thirty minutes later, Sam heard voices coming his way. He could tell that there were about five men with one woman. He couldn’t see what was going on because of the plants and trees surrounding him in addition to the darkness.
Suddenly, the woman’s scream pierced the quiet night.
“LET ME GO!” She yelled at the top of her voice, “SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”
Straighten up from semi-crouch he had been in, Sam took a step forward into the bush. He didn’t move forward, not just yet. He waited.
“Shhh, little girl. You can scream all you want; there is no one here to hear you. Am I right, Jay?” Sam heard one of the werewolves say.
“Right, Hay. What are you waiting for, man? I want a piece of her too.” A second male voice replied.
The woman let out a noisy sob, “Please, don’t. Please! I’m begging you.”
Sam guessed that these two were the same men who attacked Alice Reed. He couldn’t be 100 percent certain since they were still in human form but it was a likely possibility. Where the other three men were was anyone’s guess. Sam didn’t think that they had gone far, just far enough to allow the two idiots near him to have their time with the girl. He knew that he would have to act quickly to get the girl out of the way and to kill the two werewolves before their brothers caught on to what was happening.
Sam started to ease out of the shadows, making sure that he stepped lightly so that his steps wouldn’t be heard. As he moved, he also aimed his gun at the men. The gun was loaded with silver rounds which would kill the werewolves outright. In his other hand, he carried a silver machete. He knew that it wouldn’t do much against the werewolves but it was an extra weapon.
As he neared the men, the girl between them was still fighting to get free. She caught Sam’s eye, begging for his help.
Sam nodded at her and put a finger to his mouth, signaling that she keep quiet about his presence.
The two werewolves were too occupied with the girl to notice Sam’s presence until he was right behind them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sam causally asked the two men.
Without turning around to look at Sam, one of the men replied, “None of your business, Mister.”
Sam smirked and put the gun next to the man’s temple. “I’m making it my business and by the way, these are not just your run of the mill bullets. They’re silver ones.”
Both men stopped what they were doing to the girl and slowly turned to face Sam.
“So you’re Mister Big Hunter, huh?” The taller of the two smirked at Sam.
Sam didn’t say a word just made a ‘come hither’ gesture with his hand.
The two werewolves grinned at each other. The taller one glanced over his shoulder and said to the girl trembling on the ground, “This won’t take a second, love. Just sit tight and wait…”A silver bullet came whistling passed his ear coming to a stop in the tree trunk behind him. “Why you!” He yelled and spun around to attack Sam as a second bullet came flying passed. His face savagely morphed into that of a werewolf. His companion, on the other hand, stood there stunned.
“Jay, don’t just stand there!” the taller werewolf, Hay, snarled. At Hay’s command, Jay finally snapped out of his daze as he too morphed his face to match the monster that was inside of him.
As Hay advanced on Sam, Jay tilted his head back and let out a howl.
Shit was Sam’s only thought before Hay tackled him. As Sam felt Hay’s momentum throwing him to the ground, he managed to twist his body so that as he hit the ground he rolled and shifted their positions. He managed to get on top of Hay but Hay was fighting furiously.
It was hard for Sam to keep him under control because Jay finally came along trying to help Hay by kicking Sam. Eventually Sam managed somehow to keep Hay in his grasp whilst protecting himself from Jay’s attacks. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before the others got here and then it would be five to one odds which weren’t in Sam’s favor.
With a roar of frustration, Sam throw a punch to Hay’s face knocking him out. At the sight of his unconscious comrade in arms, Jay left go of Sam in shock. Taking advantage of the situation, Sam immediately found his gun which had fallen to the ground following Hay’s tackle. He shot Hay in the heart killing him instantly.
Apparently, Hay was the leader because without his commands, Jay was as docile as a lamb but Sam took no chances and shot him as well. Knowing that the other werewolves would be here any second now, Sam checked the ammo for his gun. He had enough if he was to be ambushed by angry werewolves wanting revenge for the death of their brothers. He picked up his silver machete off the ground.
With that done, Sam flicked his gazes towards the thick trees lining the courtyard. There trying to stay as quiet as possible was the young woman Jay and Hay attacked.
Sam bent down next to her and said, “They’re dead. You’re okay.”
The young woman let out a sob and threw herself at Sam, hugging and kissing him. This was first time since he had been rescued by the Campbells that Sam had indulged in this sort of thing. He found out that he quite liked it as evident by his arousal.
He threw himself into the kiss and only the young woman’s frighten sob shook him out of it. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that the three remaining werewolves had finally arrived to help their brothers and were surrounding Sam and the girl in a semi-circle and closing in on them slowly.
Sam immediately grabbed his silver machete and pushed himself off the ground and stood up. He had a feeling that the werewolves were waiting for him to start the battle as it was. He supposed that it would give them the satisfaction of beating a hunter. But then he was no ordinary hunter.
He lazily made a ‘come hither’ motion with his index finger. The werewolves looked at each other in silent communication and attacked Sam as one unit. But Sam was ready for them and he swung the machete in an arch, cutting all three of the werewolves in one go. The silver of the machete caused all three to hiss in pain and to step away from Sam. That was all it took for Sam to draw his gun with his other hand and to fire off a shot at the werewolf on his left. Unfortunately, it was not a fatal shot but the werewolf fell to the ground. The other two howled in anger and attacked Sam again.
Sam didn’t allow them to drop him to the ground like before. He got on the offense, managing to keep the two back by advancing on them one handed with his machete.
It was a bloody battle but Sam was triumphant in the end as he overpowered the remaining two werewolves leaving them lying on the ground bloody. Not taking his chances, Sam immediately shot all three wolves in the heart with his gun.
Sam stood staring down at the three bodies lying at his feet. He was bloody and slightly out of breath but he had done it. He had killed the gang of werewolves who had been terrorizing young college women.
At the sound of muffled sobbing, Sam turned to look at the small forest of trees lining the small courtyard. He had forgotten about the young woman who almost became the werewolves’ latest victim.
Sam sighed and called out, “It’s okay now-they’re all dead.”
The young woman got up from the trees and shakily headed towards Sam and safety. She kept her gaze on Sam trying not to see the bloody bodies that lay on the ground.
As she reached Sam, she grasped on to him with an iron grip and just clung to him.
Damn run through his mind as he tried to ease her hold. He hated dealing with victims and he should have just left as soon as he had finished killing the werewolves. Now he had to deal with a traumatized girl.
Sam had no choice but to take her with him and drop her off at a nearby clinic. As they walked up to the door of the clinic-the girl was still clinging desperately to him.
He stopped at the door of the clinic and very calmly removed her hand off his arm, “You’ll be okay here.” He gestured towards the warm glow coming from inside the clinic. “I need to go.”
With that he knocked on the door and left her there shivering with shock. Sam couldn’t do anything about her trauma-that was up to the professionals. He needed to get back to the Campbells.
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A few days after his successful solo werewolf hunt, Sam had just finished up his daily training routine and was heading towards the compound’s kitchen when he passed Samuel’s office. As he passed the door, he could hear two voices coming from the office since the door was opened slightly. He thought nothing of it until he heard his name being mentioned.
In that moment, Sam stopped and checking that no one had seen him, he opened the door a little wider and eavesdropped on the conversation.
“Sam’s still a little wet behind the ears even with the influence of the powder but he is going to be a fantastic super-hunter. I know you say that he is one of the best-- I still find it hard to believe that it was John Winchester who trained him but seeing Sam now you’d never know that.” Samuel said to a man dressed all in black- that was all Sam could make out through the gap in the door.
The man in black chuckled and replied in a thick British accent, “Sam is quite a badass when he wants to be. Don’t buy into his “I’m innocent” charade.”
Samuel frowned, “Alright. But I still think that we don’t need him. He is a burden that is unnecessary. Giving him the powder and training him is a waste of time and effort.”
The man looked down at his whiskey and said softly, “I didn’t bring you and your kin back and breathing just so that you can play tricks. I brought you here to keep things in order-Sam is the prize here and the main reason why you’re now breathing real air and not in that crappy heaven you cooked up for yourself. If you can’t keep a lid on him and make sure that he toes my line then well, I can pull the plug for you and yours and you’ll never get back your precious Deana and Mary. Do I make myself clear?”
Samuel swallowed and nodded his head, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good. I like to know that my employees understand me.”
The man got up from his chair and started to walk towards the door. “I’ll be back soon and I expect you to have Sam out and about in the field helping you gather the information I want about Alphas, preferably getting me an Alpha or two would be ideal.”
Samuel stood up and said, “Yes, Sir.”
The man turned towards the door and Sam backed away knowing that any second now he would be discovered. He tried to look inconspicuous by turning around and coming from the opposite direction as if he was just walking by. As Sam “walked” by the office, the office door fully opened and the man in black stepped out. He was not so tall, was about middle-aged and he had brown hair along with a gentlemanly look about him.
The man looked up, saw Sam and smiled. “Fancy meeting you here, Sam. Enjoying your stay with the Campbells? I do hope that they are treating you well.” The man said with his thick British accent.
Sam stared at the man, how did he know who he was? As far as he knew-people didn’t know that he was alive much less his real identity. Most hunters now knew him as Maxwell Johnson, Samuel’s grandson.
It must have shown on his face because the man laughed, “Sam, Sam. You do know how to make me laugh. I’m Crowley, Samuel’s current boss. I’m your boss now too and I expect some great things from you.”
With that, Crowley strolled away leaving Sam in the hallway staring after him.
Part 5