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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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."

Sam knelt down next to Michael, nodding. "We've got a lot of other kids there your age who'd think you'd be really cool."

Kale hooked his fangs over his bottom lip. "Do you have Legos?"

Smiling, Sam nodded. "A whole room full of them, if I remember right."

"Plus a lot of other really cool toys," Michael nodded. "We're pretty much set for life that way."

Kale looked between the two of them, then nodded. "Can I bring my fox tail?"

Sam chuckled. "Of course. You can bring whatever you want to."

Kale jumped in the air, happy as he ran into the barn. Sam then looked at his son and shrugged, anticipating his question. "Don't ask me, I have no idea what's going on, but that's not normal werewolf behavior."

"Maybe it's cuz he's a kid?"

"Could be. I don't think we've ever dealt with a child werewolf before." Sam sucked on his upper lip thoughtfully.

Michael nodded. "We could probably just play things by ear and see what happens?"

"He seems to be fully in control. It could lead to understanding how the mind works in that form and help others..."

Sam was thinking beyond just caring for the kid. Of what it could mean to the Initiative.

Michael looked at his father out of the corner of his eye. "He's not a guinea pig, Dad."

Sam gave his son a look. "I know. I'm just saying that Kale might end up helping a lot of people who probably feel just as lost and alone as he did when this first happened."

"Just checking," Michael sighed, pushing himself up on his feet and dusting himself off. "You can be a little out of touch sometimes." He didn't mean it to offend, he was just stating a fact.

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