The wolf is sound asleep, reassured by familiar smells, and the fact that since he's been at the station he's not been tased, beaten or otherwise mistreated. The chains and the drugs hadn't been intentional. They didn't know him, didn't know that he'd been scared half out of his mind for Stiles and for the cub. His paws twitch and gold eyes flicker open. Sam yawns hugely, massive fangs white as he pads out from beneath the desk.
If it were possible for a wolf to look abashed, Sam would. He lowers his head before shifting. "Sorry. Bad dream."
"It's okay." The Sheriff offers Sam a hand, glancing around the room for the robe. "Just scared me for a second there."
"He's fine. Still asleep. They...he'll wake up. I know he will." The Sheriff frowns, giving Sam a reassuring pat. "Maybe I should take you back to the house. Would you be more comfortable there?"
Sam still forgets that nudity isn't the norm for humans. But at the uneasy look around, he finds the robe and slips it on. The catch in the Sheriff's voice makes him hesitate. "Can.. can you take me to see him?"
One of the tranquilizer darts is on the desk and he picks it up. Sam might not know much in terms of how to live, but he does know his body and how it reacts to various drug cocktails. God knows he's been put through most of them in his life. "Half. Half can keep me from shifting. From being.. dangerous."
It's a terrifying prospect, but he needs Stiles. He needs to see him for himself, to check on their baby. They were the only family he had, the only sense of safety and security he'd known.
"...Are you sure?" The Sheriff eyes Sam carefully. He doesn't want to take any risks and get anyone hurt, or get Sam locked up again. But then...they say that he's fading. Too much stress on his body - the last round of drugs had nearly escaped Stiles' system when they arrived at the police station, inducing early labor.
"...Alright. Come on." The Sheriff takes the tranq and nods towards the door. The hospital shouldn't be too busy at this hour anyway.
The sound Dean makes is raw and wounded and he leans against the car in horror. Some of the wolves that had escaped had been recovered by local packs. He knew how badly off they were. "Sammy.."
He forces his emotions under control. "Okay. You.. he knows I'm his brother, right?"
"If you're asking if he remembers you..." Stiles shoots Dean a helpless glance. "He remembers bits and pieces. But we told him that you were his brother and showed him a picture before we asked if he wanted us to call you, so yes, he knows...but he doesn't really remember."
"Seriously though, you have to be careful." Stiles says quietly, nodding towards the house. "Come on."
"You.. just tell me if I need to back off, okay?" Dean didn't trust his own judgement when it came to a lost brother. A lost baby brother that had been tortured for the better part of twenty years. Word had circulated among other packs about what went on there, how badly wolves were shattered when they escaped or were set free because they were useless. He drags in a long breath before following Stiles inside.
The house was warm and bright and it smelled comfortable. Like wolves.
He lingered in the doorway to the living room where.. Jesus. His little brother wasn't exactly little anymore. "Sammy?"
The big wolf curled up tighter on the couch, trying to smother a distressed sound, his eyes flicking to Stiles, desperate for reassurance.
Stiles led the way into the house, smiling softly when Sam came into view. He left Dean's side, putting a barrier between the two, thin and useless as he might be. "Sam. This is Dean."
Stiles glances back and shoots Dean a look, obviously requesting that he stay there for the time being. Stiles settles down beside Sam, taking his hand and curling into him protectively. "It's okay Sam. He's okay."
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If it were possible for a wolf to look abashed, Sam would. He lowers his head before shifting. "Sorry. Bad dream."
"Stiles. Is he..? Has he?"
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"He's fine. Still asleep. They...he'll wake up. I know he will." The Sheriff frowns, giving Sam a reassuring pat. "Maybe I should take you back to the house. Would you be more comfortable there?"
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One of the tranquilizer darts is on the desk and he picks it up. Sam might not know much in terms of how to live, but he does know his body and how it reacts to various drug cocktails. God knows he's been put through most of them in his life. "Half. Half can keep me from shifting. From being.. dangerous."
It's a terrifying prospect, but he needs Stiles. He needs to see him for himself, to check on their baby. They were the only family he had, the only sense of safety and security he'd known.
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"...Alright. Come on." The Sheriff takes the tranq and nods towards the door. The hospital shouldn't be too busy at this hour anyway.
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He forces his emotions under control. "Okay. You.. he knows I'm his brother, right?"
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"Seriously though, you have to be careful." Stiles says quietly, nodding towards the house. "Come on."
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The house was warm and bright and it smelled comfortable. Like wolves.
He lingered in the doorway to the living room where.. Jesus. His little brother wasn't exactly little anymore. "Sammy?"
The big wolf curled up tighter on the couch, trying to smother a distressed sound, his eyes flicking to Stiles, desperate for reassurance.
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Stiles glances back and shoots Dean a look, obviously requesting that he stay there for the time being. Stiles settles down beside Sam, taking his hand and curling into him protectively. "It's okay Sam. He's okay."
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