likely_evil | Father and Son Outting

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Father and Son Outting

When word had come along that there was a werewolf terrorizing local folks in a small Nebraskan town, Sam realized he had still yet to teach Michael about hunting werewolves. Michael had wanted his training to come from his father, and Sam actually enjoyed the outings.

Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.

Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.

He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.

So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.

As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.

He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.

Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.

But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.

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"Ahh -- I got it," Michael replied, before moving to pick up another car, starting to drive it along with him. He shifted slightly, lying on his stomach next to him, doing his best to keep up with the engine noises, before moving to rest his chin on his hand and looking back over at him.

"So Mister Price gave you these?"

"Uh huh. Mister Price said that I was a good big bad wolf, and that he would take care of me because he's a BIG big bad wolf. He comes and takes me into the woods and teaches me to hunt little piggies!"

Kale was crawling all over now, still staying away from Sam, but slowly inching closer to Michael.

Michael bit his lip slightly, continuing to drive the car around on ground. "Hunting little piggies? What kind of little piggies?"

"I got a fox last month. They are fast but I'm faster and I even got to keep it's tail. Mister Price said that when I get bigger, I can hunt the bigger animals like he does."

Sam closed his eyes in relief. There was still a bit of fear, since a lot of werewolves didn't remember what they killed or that they even did it, but if Kale was remembering right, then it was this Mister Price that was the one killing the women.

There was hope for the boy... if they could get him to come back to the complex with them.

"A fox, huh? That's pretty cool," Michael said with a grin. He looked down at his watch for a minute, before looking back at him. "And he comes to get you every night?"

"A lot. Always during the full moon though. Is it the full moon? It looked pretty full last night." Kale went to the edge of the hayloft to look down. "He might get mad. He doesn't like it when I'm talking to strangers."

Sam made his way back towards the ladder. He gave Michael a look to let him know that Sam was going to take a look around and see if he could see Mister Price before he got there.

"I think it might be," Michael shrugged, nodding to his father then turning back to the cars. "And even if he is a little mad, I'm sure I can talk him down. I'm a people person."

Sam disappeared out the back of the barn, turning on his flashlight as he started to sweep the woods that were just a few feet beyond. The sun had set, but it wasn't moonrise yet.

Then there was a growl from behind Sam and he only had a moment before there was a hand on his throat and he was tossed up against the side of the barn. A man stood in front of him, dressed in rag and was snarling. "He's mine."

Kale sniffed the air. "He's here. And he's angry." Quickly he gathered his toys and went to hide them. "You need to go away now or he'll hurt you."

Michael pushed himself back onto his feet, his hand wandering back to make sure his jacket was at the small of his back. After that, he was slowly dropping down the ladder, trying to be as quiet as possible and listening for any sign of his dad.

If Sam was really in need of help he would say something -- or, at least, Michael hoped he would.

Sam would say something. He really would. However there currently was a thumb being pressed right on his throat that he couldn't get any air in or out, and panic was starting to settle on the edges of his mind. The man growled, leaning in closer and sniffing Sam.

"You smell different..." the savage grin grew. "You're going to make a nice little meal."

He couldn't focus on his powers with the lack of air, and instead he started to flail a bit, intending to slam his feet into the side of the wall to get Michael's attention while his hands dug at the man's hand to try and get it to shift just enough to let a breath in.

At the sound, Michael's head snapped around, and his hand went for his gun as he ran in the direction of the sound. He rounded the corner with a loud "HEY!" before starting to charge the Price's side, not sure if he could get a clear shot when he was facing the way he was.

Sam was dropped instantly and he bent over, trying to get a breath. His windpipe wasn't crushed, thankfully, but there would be a nice bruise there in the morning.

Price turned to face Michael, smirking. "Want to play, pup? Let's have fun. I've still got a few minutes before dinner time." And he went to lash out at Michael.

Michael dodged the swipe, wanting to hold back on shooting for the time being. He had a feeling he'd only have one shot and he didn't want to miss. He wasn't as fast, however, and it wasn't long before he caught a punch to the jaw and dropped to the ground.

"No!" Kale shouted, running and standing in front of Michael, arms out to the sides. "He was nice to me. Don't hurt him!"

"He's a bad man, cub." Price looked down at Kale. "Bad men."

Sam sat up, breathing hard but steady. "How are we the bad ones... if you're the one... hitting us?"

"Shut up!" Price growled, glaring at Sam. Then he looked up at the sky and saw that there was light starting to crest.

Michael followed his eyes, and started to scramble back, hand going for the gun as he tried to get a clear shot at the heart.

"See, they have a gun. They want to kill you. Do you want to die, cub?"

Kale looked at Michael, then at Price. "No, you're hurting them. You're the bad man. They never hurt me."

"You stupid child!" Price swung his hand, slapping Kale across the mouth and sending him to the ground.

Sam reached a hand out, holding Price still before he went after Kale again. The moon was starting to rise and they would see him starting to transform. "Kale, stay down. Michael, now!"

Michael quickly aimed the shot and pulled the trigger, aiming two quick taps to the chest, just in case the first one missed.

Kale curled up into a little ball and covered his ears at the gunshots. Sam let go of the body as Price fell to the ground. The werewolf features faded back away to reveal the man as he stared blankly up at the sky.

Sam leaned his head back against the barn, coughing and looking over at his son. "You ok, Mikey?"

"Yeah," Michael replied, rubbing his jaw, starting to move, concerned, towards Kale. "You?"

Kale uncurled and looked at Michael. However, Kale was now transformed, looking a lot more wolfish. There was a bit of fur now on his hands. But he looked at Michael with complete awareness of who he was and then at Price. "Is he dead?" Kale asked. However, the fangs gave him a horrible lisp and his voice was distorted a bit more, so you had to really listen to him.

"Yeah, buddy," Michael nodded softly. "He's dead."

Kale got up and went over to look down at Price. He sniffed, then knelt down and howled at the moon. Sam got up carefully, watching the kid as he made his way over to his son.

He wasn't sure what they needed to do, especially since Kale wasn't acting like a typical werewolf.

Michael just watched him carefully, shifting into a sitting position and pulling his knees into his chest. "I'm sorry, Kale. I know he was your friend."

Kale turned to look at them. Sam had to admit... he looked kinda... cute... like that. Like a fuzzy boy.

"He was the only one who liked me," Kale said. "No one else would talk to me. He kept away the people who wanted to lock me up. Now they are going to get me."

Michael paused for a moment, looking over at his dad, before turning back to Kale. "You could come with us, if you want. We promise we're not going to lock you up, and we can help you."

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