In Which the Pack finds out Sam is a Hunter

[likely_evil]

It was cold. Cold, dark and the only comfort came from the warmth of the water heater that he was curled up around. He could feel the injuries starting to take it's toll on him, so much so that he couldn't even stand the pain of shifting anymore for warmth. By this point he was pretty sure they were just leaving him for dead, and as he wrapped his arms around himself, he figured it wouldn't be that much longer anyway.

He would say he felt betrayed, but he wasn't. He knew this day was going to come, and except for the exact details, it was going just as bad as he thought it would. And this time, there was no one there to protect him. For the first time in weeks now, Sam Winchester just closed his eyes and wished that he had just stayed with his brother and maybe none of this would have happened.


Five Days Ago...

The ringing cell phone woke Sam up too early in the morning. He groaned and felt Heather shift as she unintentionally blocked him from being able to grab the thing quickly. "Whoever's calling is a dead man," she grumbled, curling against Sam more as he finally got it and looked bleary-eyed at the display.

"It's my brother," Sam said, flipping the phone open. "Dean, isn't it kinda early..."

"Sam, you need to get out of there."

"Wait... what -"

"Now, Sam. No time for explanation. Get your bag, fill it with your crap and run."

"Dean, I can't just run." Heather was hearing everything and sat up, giving Sam a confused look which he returned. "What's going on? And where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for two days now."

"Gordon."

Dean's single word was filled with anger and concern, and suddenly Sam's stomach sank. "He knows, Sam. He knows what you are and where you are. You want to live, keep him from finding the rest of the pack, you need to run hard and fast and do it now before he sees you there."

"Alright."

"Sam, no..." Heather grabbed his free arm, worried now.

"He's got two days head start on me, Sam. I'll be there as fast as I can move, and I'll call you when I get there to tell you where to meet me."

"Ok."

"Good luck."

"You too."

Sam hung up the phone, staring at it a moment before looking over at Heather. "Sam, what's going on?" she asked softly. "Why is your brother freaking out? Who's Gordon?"

"Gordon's a hunter," Sam said softly. "One of the best vampire hunters in the country. And he's damn good at what he does."

"But if he's a vampire hunter, what's he doing chasing after a werewolf?"

"It's not because I'm a were," he told her, squeezing her hand. "He's after me because of who I am."

"I don't understand..."

"I know. But Dean's right, I need to go." He got up and reached for his clothes. "I can probably travel faster as a wolf, but I'll need a way to carry some clothes, my phone, wallet... small things."

"Sam..."

"It's only until Dean gets here, and then we can figure it out..."

"Sam."

"I just..."

"Sam Winchester!" Heather punched him hard in the shoulder, making him turn to face her. "No, you're not running."

"Heather, he's a hunter. He'll kill all of you to get to me."

"And you really think the rest of us will let him get to you?" She grabbed his hands to stop him from moving. "We're a pack, Sam. Family. Someone wants to come after you, then they are coming after all of us. We stick together and he won't know what hit him."

He licked his lips. "Heather, Murphy's gone for the week with Anna."

"Yes, and Kirmani and Morgan can more than handle a bit of responsibility in dangerous times." Her eyes were begging. "Trust us."

Sam nodded. "I do."

"Then let's get the others and figure out how to stop this Gordon guy from hurting you."


The others weren't happy with the news, but they started moving immediately and securing all entrances and supplies. Morgan barked his orders and the rest of them jumped. Sam called his brother along the way to tell him of the change in plans, and he thought they were all being stupid, but wished them luck. He couldn't do anything else half a dozen states away.

When everything was ready, they gathered in the kitchen to eat a meal for strength for the fight ahead. They were silent for awhile, then Morgan tossed down a bone from his ribs. "I think it's time we get this into the open, Sam. Why is this Gordon hunting you if not because you're a were?"

Looking at his plate, Sam avoided their eyes. "Those visions I have... the ones with the flashy pictures followed by extreme pain? They aren't exactly god given."

Morgan and Kirmani exchanged glances. They had only seen Sam get a vision twice now, which usually followed a phone call to Dean and half a bottle of aspirin knocking him out for the rest of the day. "So what are you saying?"

Sam shrugged a shoulder. "I'm a freak."

"We knew that."

The small amount of laughter made Sam smile just a bit before he sighed. "My mother was killed when I was a baby. By a demon. And my dad became a hunter to try and find it. My brother took up the cause but I was basically raised in the world and waiting for the day I could get out. Two years ago, the same demon killed my girlfriend and ever since then it feels like everything is all aimed at me. I think my visions have something to do with the why, and there are others like me and I think Gordon's trying to find all of us and kill us before the demon can use us for... whatever."

"So he's hunting you because he thinks you are some demon's plaything?" Morgan laughed. "Kid, that's really fucked up."

"I know. Dean and I thought we had him out of our hair. We..." Sam laughed. "We got him arrested for one of the kid's murders and the cops found him rushing back to his car full of weapons."

"Now that's awesome." Kirmani shook his head.

Sam smiled and reached for the orange juice. "The most dangerous man in the world is the one who thinks that what he is doing is right. Gordon firmly believes I need to die, and that gives him power over me."

"Well, not over the rest of us." Heather hugged his arm. "We'll make sure he knows never to bother you again."

Sam was about to express his thanks when the lights suddenly cut off. Morgan and Kirmani pushed back from the table immediately. "Looks like it's game time. Butters, Heather... you two stay safe in here and only come if we howl for you. If the bastard takes one step inside though, call for us." Kirmani was already pulling his shirt off. "Sam, Morgan... let's go."


Gordon watched as the front door opened and two wolves ran out the back door for the woods. He had counted the people in the cabin as five, but only one of them mattered. He was pretty sure that whenever Dean woke up and got free from where he had been stashed, calling his brother had been his first thing. But big brother wasn't around to protect Sammy Winchester this time, and Gordon was certain that four weres playing pack weren't going to make much difference. Werewolves weren't any different than vampires, and with a few guns stashed around the compound filled with silver bullets and buckshot, he was sure this was going to be fast and easy.

Of course, he wasn't expecting these weres to look like actual wolves. All the weres he had ever seen looks like deformed humans. It was going to make things harder but that was just going to make this fun.

Sam stepped onto the back steps right after that, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. Gordon smiled and clicked back the hammer of his gun, then saw Sam's head snap to look him directly in the eye.

"You really think I'm going to make this easy, Gordon?"

"You're a monster, Sam. Stand still and I promise I won't kill the rest of them when this is over."

Sam smirked. "Like I believe you. You want me, you have to come find me."

The first bullet was on target, but Sam moved fast as he could hear the trigger being pulled to give him enough reaction time. He was off into the woods on foot breaking through the brush as two more shots went wide. Gordon gave up his vantage spot and grabbed a different gun, looking for the trail that the large Winchester would have left. Twenty feet in, however, the trail changed and all that was left were three sets of paw prints going in different directions.

"Fine, if that's how we're going to play this..." He turned and walked back to the main home and saw the last two people still inside. He lifted up the shotgun and aimed at the fat balding man and smirked. "Looks like I'm going to shoot at some fish in the bowl first."

There was a growl and as Gordon's shot went wide, he felt the teeth of a wolf clap down on his wrist. He threw the black wolf off him and brought the gun up to bear, only to see two more wolves come out of the woods, heads down and growling. Gordon looked at them a moment, then smirked. "Nice trick, Sam. Out of all the weres I've seen, this is a first to see a pack able to fully shift. Makes it easier to blend in."

Gordon looked at the three wolves a moment, then brought his gun to aim at the brown wolf with the hazel eyes. "You ever tell your friends here about the werebitch you killed in San Francisco? Or all the other beasties that you and your brother hunted?"

Sam's growl deepened at the mention of Madison, but Morgan and Kirmani stopped a moment. Gordon heard that and his smirk grew. "So you didn't tell them you're a hunter, did you? Oh Sammy, lying to your pack isn't a good way to build team building skills. Could get someone killed. Now why don't you shift back so I can at least kill you like a man?"

The three wolves kept their positions, and Morgan and Kirmani put their attention back on Gordon - they would deal with Sam after the pack was safe. Sighing, Gordon pulled back on his hammer. "Fine, then you'll die like a dog."

Too close to avoid the shot, Sam managed to jump to the side enough that the bullet hit his shoulder. He stumbled, but in that time Kirmani and Morgan struck. One brought the hunter down, then other instantly going for the throat. Sam turned his head away, trying to block out the gurgling sound as the smell of blood filled the air. Finally, he looked up to see the others shifting back into human form and wiping at their mouths. "It's safe," Morgan called out. Heather and Butters were at the door, looking down at the body on their doorstep while Sam licked at his wound.

"Butters, grab a shovel and dig a grave for us to hide the body in," Kirmani ordered.

"People will come looking for him," Morgan stated. "He's a hunter. We should drag him into the forest and let the other wolves feed off him."

"They'll close the park and hunt out the packs of the real ones."

"Where I leave him, no one will find him until he's bones scattered across half a mile of forest."

"Gordon doesn't have many friends," Sam said, finally changing back as Heather came out with a first aid kit. She wrapped a blanket around him before starting to clean out the wound.

Morgan turned on Sam, his eyes glaring. "You have some explaining to do, Winchester." Instantly, Sam dropped his eyes and Morgan growled. "When were you going to tell us you were a hunter?"

"When it was right."

"You should have told us, Sam. We're your pack and we deserve to know the truth." Kirmani joined ranks with Morgan, staring down the younger man. "How many of us have you killed?"

Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Just one, but it -"

"Tell us the truth, Sam."

"I am!" he looked up at them as he felt Heather slide away from him. "She asked me too, but I tried everything I could to save her..."

"You loved her..." Heather asked softly, and Sam looked over at her with sad eyes. She turned to the men. "Guys, this is Sam we're talking about here..."

"And obviously there is more to Sam than he appears." Morgan snapped and Heather retreated a step. "If I were leader of this pack..."

"But you're not," Kirmani stated. "Murphy is, and when she comes back she will deal with him."

"Fine, but until then, he stays on lock-down." Morgan walked over and grabbed Sam by his arm, dragging him to his feet and into the kitchen. Sam cried out in protest, the pain from the gunshot wound in the arm shooting through his body until Morgan reached the door to the cellar.

"Morgan, please..." Sam pleaded, but he felt himself pushed through the door and stumbled down a few stairs before he got his footing.

"There's food and water down there. You'll live until Murphy gets back." He closed the door and locked it, ignoring the pounding fists of the Winchester on the other side. The rest of the pack stood in the kitchen, watching him. "Remember, he's a hunter. Everything we thought we knew about him is a lie."

"Morgan please... he's hurt. He needs treatment. Pills. He could die of silver poisoning." Heather's eyes were begging him.

"No, he is a hunter. He'll make due. And if I catch you trying to sneak him anything, you will be locked down there with him." Morgan looked straight into Heather's eyes. "You don't know who he really is, and he's already hurt you once. I refuse to let him hurt you again. You will not go near this door until Murphy gets back, you understand?"

Heather dropped her eyes and nodded. "Yes."

"Good."

Butters walked over and put an arm around Heather and she curled into him, and Kirmani was just watching it all as Sam gave up beating on the door and sat against it. "Please... you have to just listen to me..."

~~

That was five days ago, and when the door to the cellar finally opened, Sam barely had the energy to lift his head as he heard someone running down the stairs. And then Murphy was there, her hands running through his hair and recoiled as Sam winced as she examined the infected shoulder. "Damnit. Come on, Sam. Let's get you upstairs."

She bent down and picked Sam up, slowly half-carrying him upstairs and taking him into the living room. "Heather, check on him now."

"He's still a hunter, Murphy," Morgan stated with his arms crossed. "Did you even know?"

Murphy huffed and looked up at the large man with angry eyes. "Yes, I did. But he's not like the rest of them."

"You knew?!"

Murphy stood up and looked her Beta in the eyes. "Sam has been here nine months. Never once has he acted against any of you. We had to pressure him into hunting with the pack. He cried after killing a rabbit. Does that really scream dangerous hunter to you?"

Staring back, finally Morgan took a deep breath and adverted his eyes. "No."

"I understand you were all scared with this Gordon attacking, and you were doing what you felt was good for the pack. And I'm sure Sam even understands. But he is a part of this pack and has his own past like the rest of us. I took a chance on bringing him here because I felt he was more than a hunter. That he would fit into this pack and that we would be able to protect him in a way his brother couldn't. And the time where he needed you to believe him, you do this?"

"Murphy," Sam spoke hoarsely, his eyes cracking open in the bright light. "If they want me to leave..."

"No," Heather cried, looking at the rest of the pack with worried eyes. "We don't want you to leave." Her fingers threaded through his, holding his hand tightly.

"No one is leaving." Murphy sighed. "Apparently you all felt that Sam should have told you sooner. However, none of you have really told Sam much about your own pasts except for Heather. You can't blame him from trying to protect you from that information, as you can see he was right in how you would react to it. The past is gone, and it's who we are now that makes us this family. So unless any of you have any other objections...?"

No one spoke, and Morgan just shrugged his shoulders. Murphy smiled a bit, then looked down at Sam. "I think that says it all. You're staying. Though if you have any other secrets you want to share, now's the time to air it."

"I don't think there's any left," Sam stated.

"Better not be," Morgan stated, then walked over and picked Sam up off the couch. "Let's get you upstairs. Heather, make him a drink with the yogurt, fresh berries, and add in protein powder and vitamin C so he can help get rid of the infection."

Heather nodded and went for the kitchen and Sam just looked up at Morgan in confusion. "I'm not going to apologize if that's what you're expecting," the older were stated.

"Don't expect it. You were just protecting your pack."

"Yeah, I was. And now, I'm going to fix what I did and get you back into shape. Got any objections to that?"

"Just as long as you don't try to sleep with me during the night..."

The rest of the pack laughed lightly as Morgan started for the stairs. "Don't think so. Also, you're going to want to call your brother. Your phone's been ringing off the hook. Heather told him you were healing from a gunshot and sleeping, but it's been a few days and he's probably wandering around the park lost by now looking for us."

"I'll call."

Morgan deposited Sam on his bed and Heather was up a few minutes later. She got up into bed and Sam instinctively curled up around her, and she ran her fingers through his hair. "I'll take care of him from here," she said softly.

"Good." Morgan nodded, then started for the door. "I'll have Anna bring up some dinner."

He left and Heather just leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "You do realize though that when you're better, I'm going to kick your ass for not telling me, right."

"Mmm, hmm," Sam mummered, curling up a bit closer with his head in her lap.

"Just making sure. Go back to sleep. I'll watch over you for once."

Sam smiled a bit and kissed her thigh. "Thank you."

"You're lucky I like you." She smiled, then reached for a book on her night table to catch up on her reading while babysitting her idiot boyfriend.