Werewolf!Winchesters! At last!
Yeah, this took me far too long. But there we go.
Title: Meeting
Rating: PG13
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, John and a pair of OCs. Pairing-free.
Notes: ~1,400 words. Part of my werewolf!Winchesters 'verse and a direct sequel to Hunters.
Disclaimers: Not mine, making no money.
Summary: Another look at what happens the morning after.
John was looking forward to getting the hell out of dodge. This wasn't a rare sentiment for John to be having at all; he liked to keep moving. He didn't like to hang around and be reminded of nights he couldn't remember, or find evidence of what they'd done while the wolf was in control. So, he was stocking up ready for another long car journey.
John had been expecting to hunt a wendigo once the full moon passed, but they had checked the area out earlier in the day and followed the smell of burning to find that someone had got there before them. That was just the way it went sometimes. Strangely, John wasn't too annoyed about all the research going to waste.
John was trying to decide what drink would provoke less complaints and he wasn't getting very far because his mind kept wandering. He could've called the boys in to choose for themselves, but that would just have brought too many opinions into the mix. He was just about to give up and just grab water when he heard someone come to the end of the aisle, stop dead and swear. He looked up to find a woman staring at him like he had two heads. He frowned at her and that seemed to boost her back into action.
“Sorry! Sorry!” she said, “Didn't mean to be rude, you just reminded me of someone.” John nodded and looked back at the shelves upon shelves of different juices and fizzy drinks. It was going to have to be water, John just didn't have the brainpower for this kind of crap at the moment. Plus, that woman was still looking at him.
The door of the store slammed open, little bell jingling pointlessly because there wasn't anyone within a mile who hadn't heard that entrance.
“Sandy!” the man yelled. The woman watching John grimaced and finally looked elsewhere, towards the commotion her companion was making. “Sandy, you will not believe what I saw out front.” He finally reached her and grabbed her arm, ready to drag her back outside, presumably to show her whatever he'd found. “Sandy, I--” he stopped in his tracks when he looked at John, mouth opening and closing like a trout's. “Sandy, shit, Sandy!” he said, nudging and pointing like John was an animal in a zoo and Sandy actually needed him to be pointed out to her.
Sandy grinned apologetically at John before grabbing the other guy, turning him around and shoving him out of the door. John abandoned his search for something to quench thirsts in favour of finding out exactly who these two people were. His heart skipped as he thought of a reason that they'd remember him, but he wouldn't remember them. Why didn't people stay out of the woods during the full moon? John's life would be so much easier if they did.
He left his basket of various foodstuffs on the floor in the aisle and followed them out to the parking lot. Sandy dragged the guy towards a red car and started talking low and furiously to him. John hurried (without looking like he was) over to where his boys were sitting on the hood of the Impala. They both looked up at his approach
“We're leaving,” he said. Dean's face lost the last traces of a smile that were left over from whatever conversation they'd been having and he nodded, hopping off the hood immediately.
“Why?” asked Sammy predictably.
“Because we've got to go.” Sam frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Dean got there first.
“Shut up and get in the car,” he said, dragging Sam to his feet and around the far side of the Impala.
“Arthur!” John heard a woman call from behind him. “Arthur, get back here!” John barely had his hand on the driver's door when someone grabbed his arm and spun him around. It was the guy who was with Sandy, presumably his name was Arthur. John tensed, ready to fend off an attack, the guy was only an inch or so taller than him and less built, so John was pretty sure he could take him.
“I know what you are,” said Arthur, almost snarling. John ignored the stab of fear and pushed it down, letting his anger come to the fore.
“Yeah? And what's that?” he bit back.
“A fucking--” Arthur never got to finish his answer because he was hauled off of John at that point, none too gently. A quick glance showed that Sam and Dean were standing at the front of the car watching the exchange closely. For a moment John couldn't think of anyone else who would have intervened.
“Okay!” said Sandy with an incredibly forced grin and a palm in the centre of Arthur's chest, keeping him at bay. “I don't think we need to go any further down that path, do we?” she glanced warily between John and his boys and then frowned at Arthur. “Arthur?” Arthur finally managed to drag his glare away from John and turned it towards Sandy.
“Did you manage to miss the part where they're monsters? We kill things like them!” John sincerely regretted not having a weapon on him other than his fists. Sandy looked at the John, and then Sam and Dean in alarm, taking in their change in posture after Arthur's little revelation. She turned back towards Arthur, her face a picture of rage and pulled him down to her level by his jacket.
“Did you manage to miss the part where they saved our lives?” John managed to hide his surprise at Sandy's words. He'd done a lot of research on the nature of the wolf and had found that helping random passers-by wasn't something it was likely to do.
“But next time--”
“Go and wait in the car!” Sandy shouted, letting go of Arthur's jacket. Arthur didn't go anywhere, staring at Sandy in open astonishment. “Are you deaf as well as stupid? Go on, or I'll kick your ass there!”
“You can't... I'm not... ” Arthur stuttered.
“I can and you are. Go!” Arthur clenched his jaw and stared at Sandy. John looked over to Sam and Dean. Dean caught his gaze and raised his eyebrows. John shrugged slightly. Then, to John's great surprise, Arthur turned and left.
Sandy scowled after him, before turning back towards John with a forced grin and a nervous chuckle. “I am so, so, so sorry about my brother, I really am.” Her eyes flicked towards the boys. “He really is a complete moron.” Sam sniggered.
“I know what that's like!” Dean frowned and cuffed the back of Sam's head.
“Shut up, twerp.” Sam was standing close enough to elbow Dean in the gut pretty hard. John sighed.
“Boys.” They both looked at him. “Get in the car.” Sandy watched them go with a slightly astonished look on her face. John stepped closer to her and kept his voice low.
“Are you gonna be able to keep him under control? Make sure he won't follow us?” Fear flitted through Sandy's eyes at his words, or maybe at how he was towering over her, but then she shook herself a little and smiled disarmingly.
“No, yeah, he's just a little hotheaded. He needs some time to cool down is all. Definitely won't be following anyone.”
“Good. Because if he threatens us, we'll hunt him. We won't be able to stop ourselves.” The fear was plain on Sandy's face when she answered.
“Y-yes. I understand. I mean, I saw what you did to that wendigo.” She whistled appreciatively, bravado firmly back in place. John nodded and turned towards the car. “Good luck,” she said as he opened the car door. He looked up at her again, but couldn't muster up a smile or any words of thanks, so he just climbed in and drove away.
Silence reigned inside the car for the best part of a mile before Sam finally piped up from the back seat.
“What's the matter with you two?” John glanced at him in the rear view mirror but just gripped the steering wheel harder. He couldn't bring himself to think about, let alone voice, all the things that could have gone wrong. Dean turned around in his seat so Sam could get the full effect of his look.
“Do you not get it? They found us last night in the forest while we were... we could've--”
“Yeah, but we didn't,” Sam interrupted, “Didn't you hear what she said? We saved their lives!” Sammy beamed. “I always said we were good werewolves.”
The End.
Thank you for reading.
The next in the series is here.
Title: Meeting
Rating: PG13
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, John and a pair of OCs. Pairing-free.
Notes: ~1,400 words. Part of my werewolf!Winchesters 'verse and a direct sequel to Hunters.
Disclaimers: Not mine, making no money.
Summary: Another look at what happens the morning after.
John was looking forward to getting the hell out of dodge. This wasn't a rare sentiment for John to be having at all; he liked to keep moving. He didn't like to hang around and be reminded of nights he couldn't remember, or find evidence of what they'd done while the wolf was in control. So, he was stocking up ready for another long car journey.
John had been expecting to hunt a wendigo once the full moon passed, but they had checked the area out earlier in the day and followed the smell of burning to find that someone had got there before them. That was just the way it went sometimes. Strangely, John wasn't too annoyed about all the research going to waste.
John was trying to decide what drink would provoke less complaints and he wasn't getting very far because his mind kept wandering. He could've called the boys in to choose for themselves, but that would just have brought too many opinions into the mix. He was just about to give up and just grab water when he heard someone come to the end of the aisle, stop dead and swear. He looked up to find a woman staring at him like he had two heads. He frowned at her and that seemed to boost her back into action.
“Sorry! Sorry!” she said, “Didn't mean to be rude, you just reminded me of someone.” John nodded and looked back at the shelves upon shelves of different juices and fizzy drinks. It was going to have to be water, John just didn't have the brainpower for this kind of crap at the moment. Plus, that woman was still looking at him.
The door of the store slammed open, little bell jingling pointlessly because there wasn't anyone within a mile who hadn't heard that entrance.
“Sandy!” the man yelled. The woman watching John grimaced and finally looked elsewhere, towards the commotion her companion was making. “Sandy, you will not believe what I saw out front.” He finally reached her and grabbed her arm, ready to drag her back outside, presumably to show her whatever he'd found. “Sandy, I--” he stopped in his tracks when he looked at John, mouth opening and closing like a trout's. “Sandy, shit, Sandy!” he said, nudging and pointing like John was an animal in a zoo and Sandy actually needed him to be pointed out to her.
Sandy grinned apologetically at John before grabbing the other guy, turning him around and shoving him out of the door. John abandoned his search for something to quench thirsts in favour of finding out exactly who these two people were. His heart skipped as he thought of a reason that they'd remember him, but he wouldn't remember them. Why didn't people stay out of the woods during the full moon? John's life would be so much easier if they did.
He left his basket of various foodstuffs on the floor in the aisle and followed them out to the parking lot. Sandy dragged the guy towards a red car and started talking low and furiously to him. John hurried (without looking like he was) over to where his boys were sitting on the hood of the Impala. They both looked up at his approach
“We're leaving,” he said. Dean's face lost the last traces of a smile that were left over from whatever conversation they'd been having and he nodded, hopping off the hood immediately.
“Why?” asked Sammy predictably.
“Because we've got to go.” Sam frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Dean got there first.
“Shut up and get in the car,” he said, dragging Sam to his feet and around the far side of the Impala.
“Arthur!” John heard a woman call from behind him. “Arthur, get back here!” John barely had his hand on the driver's door when someone grabbed his arm and spun him around. It was the guy who was with Sandy, presumably his name was Arthur. John tensed, ready to fend off an attack, the guy was only an inch or so taller than him and less built, so John was pretty sure he could take him.
“I know what you are,” said Arthur, almost snarling. John ignored the stab of fear and pushed it down, letting his anger come to the fore.
“Yeah? And what's that?” he bit back.
“A fucking--” Arthur never got to finish his answer because he was hauled off of John at that point, none too gently. A quick glance showed that Sam and Dean were standing at the front of the car watching the exchange closely. For a moment John couldn't think of anyone else who would have intervened.
“Okay!” said Sandy with an incredibly forced grin and a palm in the centre of Arthur's chest, keeping him at bay. “I don't think we need to go any further down that path, do we?” she glanced warily between John and his boys and then frowned at Arthur. “Arthur?” Arthur finally managed to drag his glare away from John and turned it towards Sandy.
“Did you manage to miss the part where they're monsters? We kill things like them!” John sincerely regretted not having a weapon on him other than his fists. Sandy looked at the John, and then Sam and Dean in alarm, taking in their change in posture after Arthur's little revelation. She turned back towards Arthur, her face a picture of rage and pulled him down to her level by his jacket.
“Did you manage to miss the part where they saved our lives?” John managed to hide his surprise at Sandy's words. He'd done a lot of research on the nature of the wolf and had found that helping random passers-by wasn't something it was likely to do.
“But next time--”
“Go and wait in the car!” Sandy shouted, letting go of Arthur's jacket. Arthur didn't go anywhere, staring at Sandy in open astonishment. “Are you deaf as well as stupid? Go on, or I'll kick your ass there!”
“You can't... I'm not... ” Arthur stuttered.
“I can and you are. Go!” Arthur clenched his jaw and stared at Sandy. John looked over to Sam and Dean. Dean caught his gaze and raised his eyebrows. John shrugged slightly. Then, to John's great surprise, Arthur turned and left.
Sandy scowled after him, before turning back towards John with a forced grin and a nervous chuckle. “I am so, so, so sorry about my brother, I really am.” Her eyes flicked towards the boys. “He really is a complete moron.” Sam sniggered.
“I know what that's like!” Dean frowned and cuffed the back of Sam's head.
“Shut up, twerp.” Sam was standing close enough to elbow Dean in the gut pretty hard. John sighed.
“Boys.” They both looked at him. “Get in the car.” Sandy watched them go with a slightly astonished look on her face. John stepped closer to her and kept his voice low.
“Are you gonna be able to keep him under control? Make sure he won't follow us?” Fear flitted through Sandy's eyes at his words, or maybe at how he was towering over her, but then she shook herself a little and smiled disarmingly.
“No, yeah, he's just a little hotheaded. He needs some time to cool down is all. Definitely won't be following anyone.”
“Good. Because if he threatens us, we'll hunt him. We won't be able to stop ourselves.” The fear was plain on Sandy's face when she answered.
“Y-yes. I understand. I mean, I saw what you did to that wendigo.” She whistled appreciatively, bravado firmly back in place. John nodded and turned towards the car. “Good luck,” she said as he opened the car door. He looked up at her again, but couldn't muster up a smile or any words of thanks, so he just climbed in and drove away.
Silence reigned inside the car for the best part of a mile before Sam finally piped up from the back seat.
“What's the matter with you two?” John glanced at him in the rear view mirror but just gripped the steering wheel harder. He couldn't bring himself to think about, let alone voice, all the things that could have gone wrong. Dean turned around in his seat so Sam could get the full effect of his look.
“Do you not get it? They found us last night in the forest while we were... we could've--”
“Yeah, but we didn't,” Sam interrupted, “Didn't you hear what she said? We saved their lives!” Sammy beamed. “I always said we were good werewolves.”
The End.
Thank you for reading.
The next in the series is here.