Imagine being bitten by a werewolf...

A/n - this is a preference type thing where at the end of the chapter you choose Sam or Dean. 

Word Count: 893

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Adrenaline pumps through your veins, fuelling your flight from danger. 

Solo hunting has never been a problem for you. Sure, everything's easier when Sam and Dean are there to help out, but nothing is more fulfilling than ganking a monster all by yourself. 

Of course, right now you're cursing yourself for hunting a werewolf without the Winchester boys. Usually, you could handle a werewolf, but this is a huge one. You had no idea what you were getting into.  

Your legs push the ground beneath you, propelling you across the concrete. Panting, you make a sharp right in the direction of your vehicle.   

You can hear the monster close behind you. 

Panicking, you scramble with your keys and manage to open the trunk. You fumble for the silver knife but before you can get a grip on it you feel fresh pain at the back of your neck. 

You scream in pain and struggle to free yourself from the werewolf's grip. Breaking away, you snatch the silver knife and stab him in the chest. 

It growls in pain, so you stab it again and again until it's dead. Then, you hop into you vehicle and drive away while trying assess the damage done to your neck. 

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You arrive at Bobby's house, dizzy and a tad disoriented. Pounding your fist against the door, you wait for someone to answer. 

Bobby opens the door with a look of annoyance. Upon seeing you, his face softens into concern.

"Hey Bobby, can I come in?" 

"Of course," he steps back and lets you in.

Stumbling, you wander into his house and head to the kitchen. When you get there, you turn the sink on and wash blood off your hands. 

You hear footprints and look up to see Sam and Dean coming to you. 

"Y/n, what happened?" 

Sighing, you reply, "Werewolf happened." You shake your head and snatch the whiskey bottle from the countertop, bringing it to your lips.

"Are you okay?" 

Clenching your teeth, you feel tears pricking at your eyes, "No, not gonna lie. It-" you sigh, "-it got me."

"Got you?" They echo in disbelief. 

You nod and take another swig from the brown bottle. You turn the sink off and grab a cloth to wipe the blood off the rest of your body. You pull back your hair to reveal the bite on your neck.

They stare in shock. 

Looking down, you avoid their gazes. 

~Dean Ending~

You address the younger brother with a whisper, "Sam, can I talk to Dean? Alone?"

His eyes meet yours and he nods sharply before leaving. Dean doesn't look away from you, he can probably guess where this conversation will go. 

You reach out and grasp Dean's hand, relishing the comfort that the touch brings. His jaw locks as his eyes start to shine with unshed tears. 

"Dean, I can't do it myself," you try to stop the tears from falling, "I-I'm too weak."

"Y-" his voice cracks, but he catches himself and starts again. "You're not weak. You're the strongest girl I know." 

You smile, tracing his knuckles with your finger, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

He chuckles a bit, "Nah, you're special."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's not your fault..." He draws you closer to him and breathes deeply as you sniffle against his chest.

"Let's go for a walk, huh?" He says, leading you out the back door. 

You nod and follow him. Walking past the beaten cars under the moonlight, you hold Dean's hand like it's your lifeline.

He stops. You stop and glance to the stars one last time before turning to face Dean.

"I love you," you whisper.

A tear slips past his defences and rolls down his cheek. "I love you too."

Smiling, you reach up and kiss him before turning away. 

You hear the click and the light's go out as a loud gunshot fills the air.

~Sam Ending~

"Dean, I need to talk to Sam." You address the eldest Winchester, watching as he nods and walks away.

Sam looks at you with that kicked-puppy look that just kills you. 

"Sam, please. Don't look at me like that." You beg him.

He shakes his head, "No, there has to be another way. We can find a cure."

"Sam, you know there isn't a cure. This is the only way." Looking up into his eyes, you try to comfort him.

"How could you say that?" 

You shake your head, "Sam, you know I'm right." 

He sighs in defeat and shakes his head again, "No."

"Sammy, please." You plead, "Don't do this. You and I both know there isn't a cure and this is the only way. If I were anyone else you'd have already done it."

Tears filling his eyes, he looks at you with a hurt expression.

"Let's go outside," you suggest, taking his large hand in your smaller one. 

You lead him outside underneath the moon, and walk with him in silence. Then, you stop and look into his eyes with a shaky smile.

"Sam, please." Hot liquid pours from your eyes as you embrace the giant one last time.

He inhales sharply before smashing his lips against yours. You enjoy the kiss and let your hands travel through his long hair.

Then, you break away. 

"I love you Sam-squatch," you smile before turning away from him to look at the horizon.

You hear the click and Sam's shaky breathing before a loud sound rips through the air and your vision goes blank.