They call me the Anti-Christ

ooc: setting up a new verse here for some fluff!

Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.

"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.

"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.

It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.

"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."

"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."

"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.

"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.

ooc: this is a future fic for the Hungry Like a Wolf verse, written for gusthemoose and takes place about 3 years from where they currently are. Everyone is borrowed from the various muns with permission and put back in the same place I found them in. Enjoy!


Sam knew it wasn't going to be the last hunt he would go on with his brother - he was pretty sure that Dean or himself would go crazy without the breaks from their separate lives - but things were going to change in just a few days that would have Sam's life take a new turn on path. And now there was a were-kitten in the backseat purring as he slept in the sunspot that was coming through the back window. With Alec traveling with Dean, Sam knew his brother was going to be okay during the times he was gone.

But right now he was holding his cell phone, checking it every few minutes to see if maybe he had missed a call or text. The second someone in the pack called him, he was going to rush out of that car and make his way back to them. Heather was going to need him, and he promised that he would be there for this. She was insistent that they maintain their independent lives, but this was going to change both of their lives.

Part of him was afraid, but a bigger part of him couldn't wait for this.

"You keep looking at that phone, you're gonna break it," Dean pointed out, chuckling as he crumpled up his breakfast burrito wrap and tossed it into the floor of the back seat.

"I'm just nervous." Sam put the phone on the dash.

"You're about to have triplets. I'd be scared out of my mind knowing there's going to be three miniature versions of you running around here." Dean smirked. "Seriously, Sam, you'll be ok."

He nodded, taking a deep breath and nodding to himself. He was going to be fine. This was a moment they had been waiting for now for almost a year. And yet he was still as scared as the day Heather had asked him the question...
( . . . )

Ever since Sam started learning to hunt, he found that his nose was becoming more and more sensitive to smells even when he was in human form. It really hit him though the day he went to open his gym bag to find something and he was overwhelmed with the smell of smoke, salt, and dirt. He immediately ran all the things downstairs to the laundry and washed everything at least three times before he felt comfortable taking the things back to his room.

Since Butters worked with Heather to cook, Sam didn't want to break up that dynamic. Especially since he was pretty sure anything he cooked would end up killing the people who ate it. And he was still trying to get over the Butters issue, and decided that instead of pushing and trying, he would just ignore and avoid. So he just started to take up a habit of cleaning dishes and putting them away, then tossing the garbage at the end of the night. He felt like he was contributing past the babysitting and homework help, and it kept the tension between him and Butters at bearable levels.

After he finished the dishes, he grabbed the book he was currently reading off the side table and found a space on the floor near the fire to stretch out with a few pillows and read while keeping his feet warm.

With dinner done Heather had little else to do. She thought about going to play in the snow, or maybe going with Kirmani, Morgan and Murphy to hunt, but decided to stay inside. She went into the living room and peered over Sam's shoulder when she saw him reading something on the floor.

"What's that?" she asked, curious.

( . . . )

“I've learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.” --Martha Washington


"Why are you and Daddy not as close as Ben and Alec?" Sammy asked one day as she sat in Samael's living room, coloring in a book. "Brothers are supposed to be best friends."

The question caught him by surprise, and Samael could only look over at the four year old he was babysitting for the afternoon. Sammy was intent on her picture, not even looking up as she asked her question out of the blue, and he took a moment before answering it.

"Your Dad and I are that close," he explained gently. "More, in fact. But..." How to explain that life happens and sometimes it's not what you hope to a child.

"Did you have a big fight?"

"No. I just..." He bit his lip and sat on the floor across from her. "You know how sometimes your brothers do something that make you very mad, but you end up forgiving them for being mean?"

"Yeah."

"But sometimes you are still mad even when they said they were sorry, and you're still mad but you don't act like it?"

"Uh huh."

Samael gave her a small smile. "Your Dad just feels that way. He's still mad at me, even though he knows I'm sorry. And one day we're going to be very close again like we were, just not yet. But that doesn't mean he stopped loving me."

"I'm gonna tell Daddy to stop being mad at you." Sammy put her crayon down and looked at her uncle across the table. "You can't be that bad."

He just looked at her and smiled. "He will stop being mad when he's ready."

"But you need Daddy. You're sad." She got up and walked over, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Ben and Alec fight but they are never sad because they have each other. You need Daddy and then Daddy and you would be sad."

Tears came to Samael's eyes and he hugged his niece back tightly. Sammy then pulled back and gave Samael a kiss on his cheek. "Don't cry."

Wiping his cheek, Samael smiled at the little girl. He knew that he and Dean would eventually get back to being brothers again like they had been. Maybe never that close. It would be different, and at moments like this, Sam remembered that his sacrifice had still been the right choice.

Because this beautiful little girl wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.

"I'm just happy," Samael told her, ruffling her head. "Let's start cleaning up. Your daddy will be here to pick you up soon."

"Then I will tell him to stop being mad at you."

He sighed and chuckled. "Why don't I tell him that, and you tell him about the llama you got to pet at the zoo today?"

"And how it sneezed on you and got boogers on your shoe!"

"I'm sure he would enjoy hearing about that instead."

Dean had told Sam to surprise him, and Sam knew his brother needed to go somewhere for a day or two where they could just relax, have fun and forget the things that were happening with his overprotective soon-to-be "inlaws". And since it was Sam's responsibility to take care of his brother, he decided to find them some fun in an adventure that they had never had in their not-so-normal upbringing.

It was early morning when the Impala pulled up to the Georgetown Super 8 just a few miles from their playground for the weekend - The Loveland Ski Area. A weekend of learning to ski, snowboard, playing on snowmobiles, and then hanging out in the lodge with the other people in town was just what they needed. And Dean could act as his brother's wingman for once since Dean would have to be on his best behavior.

Of course, Sam hoped that his brother wouldn't freak out on the ski lift. It wasn't an airplane, so it should be fine. Right?

"Hey, sleeping beauty. Wake up. We're here."