Requested by: Misty_Writer

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"I'm gonna go for a walk," you said as you leaned up and kissed Sam on the cheek.

"Alright, but be careful," he stressed, giving you a quick hug.

You, Sam, and Dean were at a local bar. It was real trashy, but when were you guys ever picky? You had finished a hunt, a simple salt and burn, before you got here. It was a 'celebration,' but you all knew that a few drinks were needed to prep you for the next hunt. The smell of alcohol soon became too much for you. A walk was definitely  needed. 

When you stepped out side, the cool air bit at your legs. You were wearing shorts because of how hot it was earlier, but the temperature dropped drastically. You had a knife in your belt loop, but your shirt covered it. The moon glowed in its full potential. Bright stars surrounded the circle in the sky and almost looked like a painting. It really was beautiful.

You didn't know where you were going to walk to, but it wasn't going to be too far. Maybe just to the next street and back. There weren't any cars driving past, so you could hear crickets chirping in the distance. The whole scene was calming.

But what you didn't hear was the padding of feet behind you. You were completely oblivious until a soft crunch was heard. Right. Behind. You. Before you could turn around, a hand forcefully grabbed your hair and pulled it harshly to the side. Your head stung and you tried to ease the pain by moving with the hand. But that required you to crane your neck.

A scream echoed into the night.

Teeth dug into your neck and a growl was sounded. The pain blinded you completely, almost making you faint. Silver. The word echoed in your mind as you reached towards your knife and pulled it out. The monster's teeth was still latched onto you, but when you jabbed the weapon behind you it hissed in pain and let go. Your mind filled with relief as the pain stopped momentarily. Then you turned around to see where you had stabbed the beast. Luckily, it was right in the heart.

It was a man with blood covering half his face. Sharp, inch long teeth were slowly fading into human ones and dog like claws were shrinking down. Eventually, all that was on the sidewalk was a man covered in blood and a knife in his chest. You pulled your knife out of him and wiped the blood on his clothes.

"Stupid werewolves," you whispered as you looked around you.

The motel you shared with the boys was closer than the bar, so you headed there instead.
A hand was pressed tightly against your neck to try to stop the bleeding. When you reached the door, you unlocked it and headed straight to the bathroom.

You needed to clean this bitch up.

___12:30am___

It, surprisingly, only took half an hour. The bleeding had for some reason stopped a few minutes after you started wiping the blood, which freaked you out. You needed to show this to the boys.

You to out your phone to inform the Winchesters of you not going back to the bar and that you wanted to tell them something when they got back. Also, you were beat. Two hunts in one day was two too many.

So you turned off the light and drifted off, not even worrying about the fact that you had just been bitten by a werewolf.

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When you woke up again, you felt... different. It felt like you weren't completely control of your body. Like you only could see through your eyes. Yours eyes looked around frantically, but you weren't moving them. Am I.... possessed or something?

Your eyes drifted next to you and you saw a figure sleeping next to you. S-Sam? 'You' opened your mouth and a growl sounded. That's when you felt it. Sharp teeth were sticking out of your mouth and inch long nails were clutching the bed sheets around you. Shit, I'm a werewolf, aren't I?

Sam stirred a bit before opening his eyes. A small smile played onto his lips when he saw you awake.

"Hey, (Y/n)," He tiredly spoke.

No, no! Sammy it's not me! Run! Where's Dean?! 'You' sounded another growl and Sam jumped up.

"(Y/n)... are you okay?" He asked cautiously as he tried to see you through the darkness. All he could see was your silhouette.

'Your' claws ripped the sheets off your body and pounced at your boyfriend. He moved before 'you' could land your claws on his chest. 'You' growled once again in annoyance and stared at him. No, no please! Don't hurt him! Your body whined and crouched down, but still kept its canine eyes on the man. 'You' looked to your left and found a window. 'You' pounced towards it and left the room, leaving a confused and worried Winchester.

__(IM SORRY IM NOT VERY GOOD AT ACTION SCENES)__

"S-Sam..." You whimpered into the phone.

You were standing in a phone booth wearing nothing but an over sized jacket. You had woken up in the middle of a forest with no memory of how you got there or where you were. You found this town a little bit after and looked through the jacket for some coins. Luckily, you had just enough for the booth. 

"Oh my God, (Y/n)! Are you okay?" Sam worried through the phone.

Honestly, you didn't know. You were lost with almost no clothes and no memory of last night. But for your physical condition, you didn't have a scratch on you.

Of course the thought of the wolf bite crossed your mind. But that still didn't explain your lack of clothes.

"I-I don't know where I am Sammy... And I don't remember anything... I'm so s-scared." You whispered into the phone.

"Okay, okay. Just tell me what you see. Anything big, any addresses?"

You looked around you and said the first thing that you saw. As you were describing your surroundings, the phone hung up and asked for more change to continue the call. You searched the pockets and the ground, but you couldn't find any more money. All you could do now was hope that they could find you.

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You hadn't spoken to anyone on the car ride to the closest motel. They didn't talk back besides for the worried glances pointed toward you. You were still deep in your mind, trying to figure why you woke up there. Every single explanation led to the werewolf bite.

Honestly, you understood the possibility of you being one of the dog monsters. But you were trying to find another idea, a reasonable reason, for you to do what you did. You remembered the one story the Winchesters told you. It was about the first werewolf they had encountered and San was interested in her. But she didn't know she was one. This could be your situation, right? You've already tried to think of thousands of explanations, but this had to be right.

The only bad thing was the fact that there was no cure. Besides for a bullet to the head.

Do you remember anything from last night? You asked yourself.

After the bite, you went back home.... Cleaned it up.... Then went to bed. That was it. You woke up in a forest with no memory. Ok, so if you went from the bed to the forest, you had to of gotten up. Maybe the boys were there by then? You should ask. They don't even know you were bitten.

"So what were you going to tell us when we got back from the bar?" Dean questioned.

You raised an eyebrow before remembering that you told them through text that you wanted to tell them something. Maybe if you tell them they'll have a different reason of why you woke up there.

"I..... I got bitten." You shortened.

The brothers actually looked surprised that you spoke. It's like they expected you to be so shocked that you couldn't speak. Wow, I'm not that weak.

"Bitten by what?" Sam asked with worry written in his face.

Dean pulled over to the side of the road. Both men turned toward you and waited for your answer. You simply glanced at them before turned back to your position of staring out the window. Truthfully, you didn't want to see their reaction to this situation. The hurt expressions would probably kill you.

You had already given up on the idea of them finding a way to help you. It's been what, five minutes and you've already given up on a way to help you?

"A werewolf." You stated.

No one replied for a few minutes. You knew that their minds were racing. That they were trying to figure out a way to help you. There's no cure.

You reached out and pulled the handle of the car. Soft leather. This would be the last time you sit in the black Impala. Smooth gloss. You closed Baby's trunk and walked away from it with a beautiful gun and one bullet. Crunchy floors. Dead leaves cracked under your feet as you walked toward the forest.

"(Y/n)?" It's nice to hear your name off his lips one last time. "What are you doing?"

You turned around and came face to face with your boyfriend. Was he always this gorgeous? The answer is yes. But something about never being able to see it again made it 100 times better.

Man, if you looked at everything the same way you looked at it on the verge of death, your life would've been so much better.

You leaned up and kissed his soft, smooth lips. Everything about it was passionate. You treasured the touch.

The gun in your hand slowly slid its way into Sam's, bullet included. Sam broke the kiss and looked at the weapon in confusion. You smiled sadly at him.

You grabbed his hands and guided him to load the gun. Then, you made him press it against your head. You saw Dean out of the corner of your eye run towards you, but you held up a finger to stop him.

"You guys know for a fact that there's no cure. I can't live knowing that you guys could get hurt by me." You spoke while glancing between the brothers.

Dean stopped and looked at his brother. Sam was looking at you wide eyed and tried to constantly pulled his hand away, but you wouldn't let him.

"I love you, Dean," You directed to Dean; your best friend; your go-to guy.

"I love you, Sam," You whispered to Sam; your lover; your boyfriend; the love of your life.

You slid your finger over Sam's, directly on the trigger. Tears were streaming down both men's faces. You looked up at the sky.

Birds flew across. The trees surrounding you created a picture perfect lighting. No clouds swarmed the morning sky's. You glanced back at your boyfriend. His eyes were red and puffy, but the brownish-green irises could be seen clearly.

Beautiful.

But those were the the last thing you saw before your finger pushed Sam's, causing a silver bullet to fire out.

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Welp Sam and Dean are daddy af. Cas too.

I love doing Spn ones, so you should request them.