They call me the Anti-Christ

After a few weeks of Morgan and Kirmani teaching Sam how to track and hunt, the pup watching how the two of them worked as individuals to take down their targets, it was Sam's turn. He was still hesitant - Sam knew he wasn't going to become a killer because of this but his human mind still fought him on the topic - but he knew he needed to do this.

Murphy was going to oversee the first hunt. Sam wasn't sure if it was to see how good he had been taught, or if it was her alpha position that made her have to watch it. Sam did know that if he became a successful hunter, his position in the pack went up a bit more and he knew it was important but he didn't mind his spot now. And knowing Murphy was going to be watching his every step made him more nervous than he already was.

Sam's nose finally found the herd of deer and he kept himself downwind from them as he circled on his own, looking at each of them. He knew that some of the female deer were carrying young and it would make them slower, but it would make the males in the herd more aggressive in order to protect them. So he was trying to find a weaker male to take down. After spooking away herds previously, Sam had learned to be a bit more patient in his hunting and he just lowered his belly to the ground and watched with careful eyes.

Finally, he saw a male with a limp. He started to circle again, getting a bit closer so that he could isolate the buck from the rest of the herd. At one point he stepped on a twig and froze, lowering himself back down as the herd turned to look in his direction. He waited a few minutes for them to go back to grazing before he took another step, watching the buck move just a bit further away... and then he took off after it.

He ran hard and fast, trusting his legs finally not to get tangled up under him as he focused on getting the buck to separate from the herd that was running away, and into an area he had seen was thicker with low-limbed trees. It would keep the buck from being able to jump as much, and that would give Sam his chance to take it down. It wasn't long before he was able to snap at the buck's injured leg and it went down, crying for help. But then Sam was on it's back, teeth around it's throat as he squeezed to kill the buck.

And he might have said a silent prayer in his head as he felt it's life slip away, apologizing for it's death but thankful for the ability to be able to feed his pack. His family. The leader of which he dragged the body to and laid it at her front paws before licking his muzzle to get the blood off it.

As this was Sam's hunt, Murphy stayed back and watched. She didn't exactly think a stag was a good choice for a first kill, but Sam had to learn his own way. She would have gone after a doe. There was a pretty old one, trying to keep to the middle, but you couldn't tell a wolf like Sam he was wrong until he learned it for himself.

That's why she was surprised he actually managed to get it down and kill it. Once the buck his the ground she threw her head back and howled, calling for the pack to join them. A big animal like that would need to be brought back to the house to be butchered. She bounded through the woods to catch up to Sam, wagging her tail in approval when she joined him by the corpse.

He had seen the older doe in the middle of the group. But she was in the middle of the herd and he tended to get trampled on if he didn't aim for someone on the edges. He took a chance and it paid off. But seeing Murphy wagging her tail made him smile before he sat down and rubbed at his nose a bit. He was proud of himself for the first time in awhile now, and he let his tail wag a bit to show that.

She figured he had a reason to be smug. Morgan, Kirmani and her could take down big prey on their own, but not the others. Chasing and killing a buck his first time out meant he had potential. They could make a really good hunter out of him.

It wasn't long before Kirmani and Morgan came through the woods and trotted to a stop. It was too cold to really hang out and play, so they got to work and the four of them managed to drag the buck back through the woods to the main house and left it behind the kitchen back door. After that, they went inside, leaving Butters to butcher the kill. Sam instantly changed back - he was getting better at it now - and grabbed his sweatpants and sweatshirt by the door and tossed them on. "So I take it I passed?' he asked, smiling.

"Don't get cocky kid," Kirmani said as he got dressed.

"Must you always quote Star Wars?" Morgan asked with a sign.

"You had a successful first hunt, but the next step is learning how to hunt with us, as a team, as a pack," Murphy said, interrupting the boys before they could get into a real fight.

Sam rolled his eyes at the boys because he was probably just as much of a Star Wars geek as Kirmani was so he found the quotes funny. But he nodded at Murphy. "Yeah, I figured since you guys always go off together to hunt. How much different is it?"

"A lot. We have to adapt and communicate on the run. One screw up and we lose the whole hunt. When you're ready, we'll take down buffalo."

Sam bit his lip a bit because he was still shaky on that whole wolf communication bit. But even to his human side, taking down a buffalo sounded just cool. He couldn't help the smile that played with the edges of his lips. He was still a puppy sometimes. "Something to look forward to then."

Morgan let out a bark of laughter and slapped Sam on the shoulder. "Yeah, we'll see if you make it."

Murphy gave him a small glare, but agreed. "It takes a lot to take down a buffalo. Even normal wolf packs have problems with it and they're made to hunt."

"I don't think you guys would start me off at that level anyway. Something to work up to. I mean, I'm still trying to understand your signals as it is. And I don't want to get trampled anymore than I'd want to screw something up to get any of your hurt."

"We'll take it slow." She smiled, "Right now, when Butters is done, you're going to have your first deer heart."

Sam's eyes just widened, his jaw dropping a bit. "Wait, what?"

"The soft organs are the best part of the kill. The heart especially. Since you killed it, you get the heart." Kirmani grinned with a sort of evil glee.

Which that glee reminds Sam of all the times Dean tried to get Sam to do crazy stupid things for his own amusement. "You're kidding, right?" He looked at Murphy, not knowing if they were serious or this was some kind of frat house hazing going on.

"Yes, we're serious. It's tradition. Don't worry, Butters can cook a great heart."

Sam sucked on his lower lip but nodded. "If it's tradition..." he sighed. This couldn't be any worse than the time Dean had gotten him to eat eel at some southern bayou diner.

"It is." Murphy smiled. "It's good, give it a chance."

"Alright, I will." He rubbed at his nose before looking around. "Think I have enough time to catch a shower before dinner?"

"Plenty of time. Butters will be at it for awhile."

"Alright. I won't use up all the hot water this time," he stated as he made his way upstairs. There was something after a hunt that made Sam feel like he needed to shower. He didn't know what it was, but after every training lesson he felt the need to take one. He kept it quick though, then went into his room... well, his and Heather's room nowadays... and changed into something more comfortable. After that he made his way back downstairs and joined the rest of the pack in front of the fireplace with a good book in his hands.

They were all sprawled around the room, most of them reading, but Murphy and Kirmani were hunched over a park map, discussing something softly. When Sam settled down, Heather was quick to get up and resettle herself against his side.

Sam smiled and shifted to give her more snuggle room, one arm slipping around her as he kissed her quickly. "When did you get home?" he asked.

"A while ago. I think you were in the shower."

"Probably." He gave her a teasing you could have joined me smile. "You missed the fun."

"I was busy hearing about how you took down a buck. You're going to love the heart." She grinned back, teasing him too.

He was still iffy on that. Though he had remembered that one of the way a hunter recognized a were kill was because the heart was missing. Maybe there was some truth behind it all. "Well, we'll see if that's true after dinner."

She patted his knee. "If you throw up, Kirmani will never let you live it down."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence."

She kissed his cheek, chuckling at him. He chuckled as well, snuggling up against her as he used one hand to open the book and read while the other held her close. Dinner would come soon enough, but right now he was good right where he was.

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...
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ooc: Murphy is lieu_murphy and the rest of the pack are all her NPC's. Co-Written with the mun

After the first night where Sam managed to change himself back from the werewolf on his own, his strength and control had been growing. He was still nervous, but knowing that he could do it if he focused boosted his confidence enough that by the time the first signs of winter started to show up in Yellowstone Park, Sam was confident that he wasn't going to change during a full moon cycle unless he wanted to change on his own.

But that was only the beginning, and he knew it. Now he had to learn how to change, instead of resiting the change. He wanted to know how to change into a full wolf too, not the type that he and Dean had hunted, or how Madison had looked those night after...

He had been trying on his own but he always stopped when it started to hurt. The pain was not unbearable as it had been before he got control, but it felt like his body was breaking and he wasn't sure if it was right or not to feel that. Finally he made his way to where the pack was in the living room after dinner and took a deep breath. He was pretty sure they had been waiting for him to get to this point.

"I need you to show me how to change. I've been trying and I can't figure it out."

The pack was scattered in the various chairs of the living room with the high members in the comfiest places while Butters sprawled on the floor with Anna, coloring. Murphy looked up from a few reports and raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"If you're still scared, it's not going to work," Murphy said and tossed her reports onto the coffee table. "Are you scared Sam?"

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ooc: Dean is jstliketherifle and Murphy is lieu_murphy. All others are NPC's from Murphy's mun.


It was a wendiego that had taken the Winchester brothers into Yellowstone. The moment they had met the park ranger, Murphy, something in Sam recognized her as being more. He didn't know how to explain it, but anytime she was around he took a step back and looked away. His brother had no problems, but he just couldn't make himself look her in the eye unless she spoke directly to him. It freaked him out, and Dean had commented on him being scared of a woman more than a few times this trip.

As they wrapped up the case, Sam went to take a walk while Dean spent some time at the bar. He knew they only had two days before the needed to be back at Bobby's, and already he could feel the beast under him clawing to get out. The heightened senses were easy to get used to, and even came in handy on the hunts. But now three months after his first turning and Sam was still scared about being out during that time. They were no closer to getting any control over the wolf than he was in trying to find Madison a way to make it stop back then.

He knew that eventually he was going to hurt someone. Dean and Bobby couldn't hold him forever and if he hurt one of them...

Sam wrapped his arms around himself and looked up at the sky. First quarter. Something inside him wanted to howl and he just growled to himself and kept walking. If he didn't get some kind of control first, he might just make it easier on everyone and bite the bullet... so to speak.

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