The Sam who cried Wolf...

[likely_evil]

"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...


"Didn't you learn anything last time?" Dean stood in front of Sam, angry as he held out the pistol in his hands. "There's no way we can save them but this, Sam."

"I know, but I've been reading. There's a way for the human to be able to control the beast. It's a Tibetan myth that talks about being able to train your mind and body to focus on overcome the demons inside of them." Sam got up and grabbed a book from his bag, opening it to a particular page. It showed two monks sitting in meditation, and one of them was human, the other a demon with a thick coat of fur. "I think they were comparing the Yeti stories to the werewolves of our cultures. And if there is a way..."

"So what're we gonna do, Sam? Get them all in kennels and fly them to Tibet?" Dean paused for a moment as he thought about it, then shrugged. "Ain't happenin'. Now we don't take them out tonight, then we're screwed for another month. So keep your focus and just shoot, alright?"

Dean moved forward, holding the gun out to his brother. Sam sighed, then nodded and took it. "Fine."

"Sam -"

"I said fine, Dean. Shoot to kill. I got the picture."



Three hours later was a different story. They had to split up because the pack had left two sets of tracks. Sam was careful, but it turned out to be a trap and he fell right into it. "DEAN!" he managed to shout before they were on him, clawing at his face and chest and then he felt the teeth biting into him just as the world went to black.

Light came back as he felt the gentle rumble of the Impala under him. He groaned and looked over at his brother in the driver's seat. Dean was covered in blood and looked over at him in fear. "Just hold on, Sammy. We're almost at Bobby's."

"Dean..."

"Just hold on," Dean reached over to run a hand along Sam's head, and Sam smiled at the touch before he blacked out again.



"He's covered in bite marks," Bobby said gruffly from the doorway. Sam wasn't fully awake, but he heard him and Dean in the doorway and kept his eyes closed to listen in more. "There ain't no way he's not one of them."

"We don't know for sure," Dean said. "There have been victims who never turn."

"Yeah, the dead ones." Bobby sighed. "You gotta face facts, son. Come the next full moon, yer brother..."

"Don't say it."

"Dean?" Sam whimpered from the bed, worried now. He had been attacked. And it didn't take a genius to figure out what they were discussing.

"Sammy." Dean was at his side in a second, taking a wet cloth and putting it on the back of Sam's neck. "Keep still. You've got a fever from a small infection."

"Is it true?" He looked at his brother, then at Bobby. "Did they...?"

Bobby looked at Dean, then sighed. "Won't know till the next full moon."

Dean rubbed the back of Sam's head but didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The look between them was enough.

Sam had 25 days left to live.



"Have you heard back yet?" Sam asked, pacing in Bobby's living room as he flexed his fingers.

"There is exactly one hunter in Tibet, Sam, and it's not like they have cell reception in the mountains. It's gonna take time."

"I don't have any more time!" Sam looked at the window at the sun starting to set and whimpered.

"Sam, you don't even know if you're going to turn." Dean was sitting next to Bobby, checking his guns.

"And what happens if I do, Dean? I can't control it, and I'm going to end up killing someone." He took a deep breath. "Madison only turned when she fell asleep... we just need to keep me awake for four days!"

"Sam..."

"I'll start brewing the coffee. Between the three of us..."

"Sam!"

Sam turned to look at his brother who stood up, and he could see the serious look on Dean's face. "Sammy. If you're going to turn, there's nothing we can do to stop it. You know that as well as I do."

Sam licked his lips, then lowered his head. "I know."

There was a hand on the back of his neck and Sam lifted his eyes to look at Dean's. His brother pulled him into a hard hug and Sam hesitated a moment before hugging him back. "I'll do whatever I can, Sam. But I won't let you become a killer."

Sam nodded as he stood back up. "Thank you."



It was around three a.m. that is happened. Sam had drifted off to sleep in the window seat, and the change came quickly. Bobby and Dean watched from a safe distance and the fur grew, his fingernails changed, and then Sam was up and crouched on the ground, snarling at them.

"Careful, Bobby..." Dean said as they slowly reached for the tranquilizer guns. "Don't startle him..."

The sound of the table moving did it though and Sam jumped up, breaking through the window and taking off into the junkyard. Dean and Bobby grabbed their guns and were after him in an instant, and soon Dean had his brother out cold on the ground.

"What are we gonna do now?" Bobby asked, looking down at the werewolf form of Sam Winchester at his feet.

Dean rubbed a hand along his face, then stood up. "He's an animal. We put him in a cage. Help me pick him up."



Sam woke up in the morning and felt sick and dizzy, then looked around at the metal walls around him. He gasped, pushing himself into a sitting position before he recognized where he was. "Dean?" he called, turning his head towards the door.

The door opened and Dean walked in, carrying in a cup of coffee. "Morning."

Taking the cup when it was offered, Sam didn't sip it. "I turned, didn't I?"

"Yup." Dean just turned the desk chair around so he could sit and face his brother.

"So that's it. Nothing left to do..."

"Don't go shooting yourself just yet, Sammy," Dean said. "Bobby's going to keep looking into this Tibetan myth of yours."

"So now you want to try it?" Sam scoffed.

"I'm not going to put a bullet in you until I know there's no other options left," Dean said seriously.

"And until then?"

"Until then... you're on lock down. Full moon time means you get a three day vacation in the panic room."

"I can't live like this," Sam pointed out.

"Well, you're going to have to get used to it." Dean got up and started for the door. "Come on, breakfast is almost ready. I'm sure you're starved."

Sam got up and followed him. "We're seriously not going to talk about this?"

Dean thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope."

He then walked away and Sam was left just to follow. He had no idea what they were going to do now, and he was scared to death. Not talking about it wasn't going to help him at all, but as he got to the kitchen and the smell of the bacon hit his nose, all of that was forgotten as his stomach growled loudly.

His fate was now in the hands of his brother and Bobby. He just hoped to God that they could find an answer on how he could control this because he really didn't want to have to die just from one stupid mistake. Or spend the rest of his life behind bars. He would go mad that way.

He just had to give them time, and hopefully not kill anyone in the process.