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The Sam who cried Wolf...
Dec. 4th, 2009 11:37 pm"He's over there!"
"Careful, Bobby. We're not aiming to kill."
"That boy tries to take a bite of me, Dean, I'm going to be less inclined to follow your plan."
"... Got him!"
The sound of gunshots fired and it was followed by a whimper of a wounded dog. The human sized werewolf fell to the ground, his hazel eyes fogging up as he tried to snarl up at the two men approaching him. Dean knelt down in front of his face, taking a syringe from Bobby. "Sorry, Sammy," he said, and pressed the needle to his brother's neck and then watched as the eyes fluttered closed.
( One Month Earlier... )
"Careful, Bobby. We're not aiming to kill."
"That boy tries to take a bite of me, Dean, I'm going to be less inclined to follow your plan."
"... Got him!"
The sound of gunshots fired and it was followed by a whimper of a wounded dog. The human sized werewolf fell to the ground, his hazel eyes fogging up as he tried to snarl up at the two men approaching him. Dean knelt down in front of his face, taking a syringe from Bobby. "Sorry, Sammy," he said, and pressed the needle to his brother's neck and then watched as the eyes fluttered closed.
( One Month Earlier... )