Warnings!!! - Mentions of blood, death, guns, and typical Supernatural violence. Don't read if any of these things bother you.

    It was finally time. The sun had set, the full moon rising in the sky. You smiled as you stared at it, enjoying the bright moonlight that cast its glow upon you.

    "You ready?" Sam's soft voice jerked you out of your thoughts. You smiled, nodding softly as you ripped your gaze away from the window.

    "Yeah, I'm ready to get my friends back," you spoke solemnly, a small weight still sitting on your conscious from the events that occurred earlier, "Are you?"

    Sam returned the smile. "I'm ready to have my girlfriend back."

    "Hey, lovebirds!" Dean called from the living room, "Let's get this show on the road."

    You giggled as you watched Sam's cheeks dust a light pink color. Despite being together for so long, Dean's teasing still embarrassed Sam to no end.

    Classic brothers.

    "You can't force these things, you know?" you joked as you walked around the room, pulling back the curtains to expose the moon, bathing the room in a soft, white glow.

    "According to you, you can," Dean smirked from where he sat on the couch, a beer in his hand.

    The peaceful atmosphere made you happier than you had been since you arrived in this awful town. For once, you weren't running away from the two men you loved most, trying to hide a shameful secret that could chase both of them away. You weren't searching for a bloodthirsty werewolf that wanted to tear your heart out of your body. You were about to share the most intimate secret you had with your family, and you couldn't be more excited.

    Everything was perfect; Dean hadn't even pulled out his gun since you came back to the room earlier, proving his trust in you greatly outweighed all of his survival instincts.

    "I said you couldn't force it," you giggled, "I can."

    "My mistake," Dean chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, "So why don't you come over here and force it out, then?"

    "Let her take her time," Sam chided, watching you as he sat down across from Dean, his gaze soft and filled with adoration.

    "Alright, boys, no squabbling," you laughed as you pulled the last curtain back. With the full moonlight covering the entirety of the room, you felt ready to transform.

    You walked into the middle of the room, kneeling on the floor as you focused on the light around you. The boys watched, intrigued, as they tried to guess what would happen next. Sure, they had watched you in the forest before, but they knew nothing about that interaction was normal.

    Silence fell over the room as you relaxed, waiting for nature's course to overtake you. There was nothing awkward about the stillness that encompassed the three of you, making a small smile tug at your lips.

    Finally, the transformation began.

    It all started in your wrists. The wolf's blood that circulated your body finally began reacting with the moonlight, turning into a thick, dark purple liquid that quickly ran up your arms.

    "Woah," Sam breathed, and you knew what was happening. As you stared ahead at the moon, you were sure that the wolfblood was already making its way up your neck, your eyes turning a bright, glowing amber. Your heart raced, beating so loudly that you could hear the thrumming in your ears and feel the pulsing throughout your entire body. You let out a breathy giggle, a broad smile tugging on your lips as you enjoyed the freedom that you only ever felt in moments like these.

    It was time. You leaned forward, resting on your hands and knees like a child pretending to be a dog. The two boys watched you quizzically, questions racing through their minds. However, before they could judge you further, you had already turned into a beautiful gray wolf.

    "Oh my gosh," Dean gasped, amazement dripping from his voice. Even though he knew what was going to happen, there was no way to prepare himself for the miraculous event before him.

    Sitting back on your hind legs like a trained house dog, you stuck your tongue out lazily at Dean. His eyes widened at the action as he was not expecting that, but Sam burst out laughing.

    "Even as a wolf, she is still making fun of you," Sam laughed, holding his sides. Nothing could have prepared him for the perfection that was your sassy wolf form.

    You smiled as the two boys got closer, their curiosity getting the better of them and drawing them towards you. They sat on either side, reaching out to you before thinking twice.

    "Can we pet you?" Sam asked softly, not wanting to overstep and cause an unwanted reaction. However, his fears were all in vain as you quickly turned to him, nodding your head.

    Without another thought, Sam and Dean's hands shot out, running through your thick fur. Their eyes widened in shock; your fur was so soft. They couldn't believe they were sitting there, petting and talking to the wolf version of their best friend.

    You purred softly as the boys scratched itches you never even knew you had. The last time you had been with other people when you transformed was when you were with your pack before you became a hunter. Even then, you could only nuzzle one another. Having human nails scratch at your skin was something you would never forget.

    "Wow, she must really like this," Dean chuckled as he noticed how relaxed you look. You snapped your head to him as you detected his teasing tone, warning him to stop before he went any further.

    "Aw, don't listen to him," Sam stifled a laugh as he watched the two of you interact. He couldn't get over the fact that you could respond to them just like a normal human, even as a wolf. It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

    You rolled your eyes, earning a belly laugh from Sam. Looking around, you figured it was as good a time as any to get comfortable; you were going to be like this all night. Thankfully, the boys had gone to great lengths to make sure you were satisfied, knowing you couldn't leave the room, so they had plenty of raw hamburger in the kitchen for when you got hungry later.

    Huffing, you plopped down in between the boys, resting your head on Sam's lap.

    "Aw, you're so precious," Sam cooed as if you were an average dog, directing his hands to your head. He scratched behind your ears and under your chin, making you relax in a blissful peace that you never knew was possible. At that moment, there was nothing besides you and the two boys that provided you with endless attention.

    But alas, you couldn't enjoy it for long.

    Despite having picked up the scent of the werewolf during your last hunt, you forgot that your scent could easily be traced as well. The smell of an outside wolf and the raw hamburger was a lethal combination, especially when enemies were lurking.

    Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass rang through the air, earning all three hunters' attention. You were on all fours in a second, growling as you moved in front of the two boys.

    Standing before you was the werewolf, a half-wolf half-human hybrid that snarled at the three of you, fangs bearing animalistically as its nails glinted in the moonlight.

    You could tell it was a girl: her long hair was matted in a frizzy nest, making her look dirty and unkempt as she charged at you.

    Without thinking, you launched yourself at your attacker. She still had the height of a human, but that didn't stop you. You needed to protect your family; there was no time to be afraid.

    "(Y/N)!" Sam and Dean shouted at the same time as they moved to intervene. You turned back quickly, barking at them as a warning to stay away. As soon as you turned back, you bit down on the girl's shoulder, clawing at her with your front paws as you stood on your hind legs.

    The two of you quickly became locked in a tie. It quickly became evident that the werewolf was driven by her animal instincts only, her snarling loud and frightening as she ripped and tore at anything she could reach. She snapped her teeth at you, inching closer and closer to your skin as she ached to bite down on your flesh. Her larger size did not help as your hind legs were only so strong.

    She didn't want you; she wanted the humans behind you.

    Werewolves loved the taste of human hearts. As much as the girl wanted you out of her territory, you were not her main goal. All she needed to do was incapacitate you enough that you would no longer be a threat or distraction so that she would be able to feast on the male specimens behind you; you would never be a satisfying meal.

    You continued to bite and scratch wherever you could reach, using your body as a shield to protect your family when she wrapped her arms tightly around your middle, squeezing as tightly as possible.

    Like you, werewolves have increased strength, so as she applied more and more pressure to your internal organs, you cried out, releasing her arm from your bite.

    "Dean, do something!" Sam shouted, scanning the room frantically for anything that could help you in the meantime.

    Dean rushed to the drawer where he put his gun with the silver bullets earlier, before your transformation. He was nervous as he pointed the gun at the scuffle, fearing your closeness to the wolf. However, the wolf was hurting you, leaving the hunter with no other option.

    He pulled the trigger, quickly unloading three bullets into the werewolf. As soon as the first bullet entered her chest, she dropped you, falling to the ground and landing in an ever-growing puddle of her own blood.

    The boys breathed a sigh of relief as the werewolf laid there lifelessly. That is, until you dropped to your knees as well.

    "NO!" Sam screamed as he watched your wolf form fall to the ground, landing haphazardly next to the dead werewolf.

    By the time the two boys got to you, you had changed back to your human form, blood pouring from a shoulder wound. Your eyes were scrunched up in pain, a low groan escaping your lips.

    When you realized that you had returned to your human form, you started to panic. Once a wolfblood transformed during a full moon, they couldn't change back to a human until the sun came up. For you to be a human right now, the wound must be pretty bad.

    "(Y/N)? (Y/N)?" Sam called over and over again, shaking your body lightly in an attempt to wake you up, "Come on, baby. You've got to open your eyes."

    Dean panicked at the thought of shooting his best friend and brother's girlfriend. He would never be able to forgive himself if this went badly.

    "Oh my gosh, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry," Dean apologized over and over again as you slowly opened your eyes, "The werewolf was hurting you, and we just needed to stop her-"

    "I'm fine," you hissed, trying to ignore the pain radiating from your arm, "Just a flesh wound. It's not like silver kills us."

    Sam released a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he took in the minor injury. You had already survived much worse.

    "Please tell us you have some wolfblood trick to make this better," Dean begged, the guilt already eating away at him.

    You smiled, noting that he called you a wolfblood and not a werewolf, the distinction making you happier than you ever could have imagined. "Actually, yes. Wolfbloods heal faster than humans, especially during full moons."

    "That's great news," Sam breathed a sigh of relief, "but we should still patch that up."

    "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Mom," you giggled, enjoying the way his eyebrows knitted together in playful irritation.

    "Come on, get up," Sam instructed, standing as he supported your body. Despite having only been shot in the shoulder, you moved slowly, not wanting to aggravate the wound anymore than it already was.

    Sam led you to the motel bathroom, his arm wrapped around your waist. He never dared to move his arm in fear that you might lose your balance and fall.

    Deciding that it was better to leave the two of you alone, Dean began on his own self-assigned task: cleaning up the dead body that laid on the floor.

    As soon as you got into the bathroom, Sam picked you up, placing your tired body on the counter. He left you there for a second, propping your body against the wall so he could get the first aid kit you guys always carried.

    While he was gone, you inspected your wound on your own. You nodded to yourself as you noticed that the bleeding had almost completely stopped already. You were grateful that this happened during the full moon so your healing abilities would occur faster than usual.

    But then, you saw it.

    The silver bullet was still stuck in your arm. At this moment, you were extremely thankful that wolfbloods didn't react to silver the same way werewolves did. However, you still had to deal with the unfortunate reality of removing the bullet before your body healed with it still inside.

    Sam walked back into the room before you had to begin digging for the bullet yourself.

    "S-Sam, the bullet," you stuttered weakly, your muscles tensing at the thought of the pain you were about to endure.

    "I know, baby, I know," Sam soothed as he prepared his medical supplies, "I'm going to get it."

    "You've got to get it out before my body heals," you breathed, throwing your head back in defeat.

    "Everything is going to be okay," Sam assured, running his hands through your hair quickly in an attempt to calm you down, "Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as possible."

    You nodded, trying to slow your breathing as you watched him pull out a large pair of tweezers, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and some tissues.

    "Let's get that bullet taken care of," Sam spoke evenly as he cleaned off the tweezers with the hydrogen peroxide. He hoped that talking you through the procedure would relax you considering how much you enjoyed his voice.

    You bit your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as it happened. Before you knew what was happening, you felt the tweezers in your shoulder, reaching for the bullet.

    You cried out softly, having expected Sam to give you more of a warning before he started. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm almost done," Sam repeatedly apologized as you felt the tweezers grasp the bullet and begin to tug.

    Whimpering as you finally felt the bullet leave your shoulder, you felt a few stray tears fall down your cheeks. As tough as you were physically, you were a baby when it came to pain.

    As soon as the bullet was thrown away, Sam looked you over, noticing your tears.

    "Hey, hey," Sam called softly, appearing by your side as quickly as he had disappeared. "Everything's fine now. It's all over. You were so, so brave." He wiped away your tears, leaning down to kiss the few he had missed. He hated seeing you in pain more than anything in the world.

    You smiled at his voice, feeling his hands tenderly caress your body. Out of everything you lost while sneaking around the boys, you had missed this the most.

    "Thank you," you breathed, inhaling his scent like it was the last time. The primal side of your mind was overjoyed at having your boyfriend so close to you again.

    "Anything for you, baby," Sam smiled as he pulled back slightly, "Now, let's get that shoulder cleaned up and bandaged, and then you can get some rest."

    You offered a small smile as Sam picked up the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, pouring a generous amount into the wound. You hissed loudly, jerking your body away from him as you felt the stinging sensation that always accompanied the cleaning product.

    "It's okay, you're okay," Sam soothed as he pulled you back into your original position. He gripped your arm tight enough to keep you there, but not tight enough to hurt you. He repeated the process a few more times, dabbing away the blood and peroxide that fell from the wound as he continued.

    "Okay, baby, I'm done," Sam announced after the fifth time he cleaned it, "I'm just going to bandage it up, and then we're done."

    You had never been so thankful for Sam to stop touching you. All you wanted right now was to lie down and go to sleep, your desire to hunt and eat long forgotten.

    Sam decided against stitches after seeing how quickly your body was healing. There was no need to put you through the pain of stitches if the wound would be closed by morning.

    After wrapping the wound with a bandage, Sam placed a soft kiss on top of it. The sweet gesture took you aback, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Your Sam was perfect; you were so glad he still accepted you after everything that happened.

    "I'm sorry," Sam breathed so quietly that you weren't sure you would've been able to hear him without your heightened senses. You cocked your head to the side out of confusion.

    "There's nothing to be sorry about," you reminded him, reaching for his hand with your good arm, "It's not your fault I got hurt. I mean, it was Dean that shot me."

    "That's not what I'm talking about," Sam sighed, looking away from you as if he was ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry that I didn't trust you when you told us about yourself. I love you more than anything, and I was so afraid. I was afraid I was going to lose you like I lost everyone else, that I was going to have to kill you. That doesn't make it right, I know it, but I hope you can look past it and forgive me."

    "Sam, everything's okay. I understand completely; I'm not normal. After everything you guys have been through, I don't blame you for being wary of things like this," you reassured him, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly.

    "But I should've trusted you," Sam continued to beat himself up, "You tried to tell us that you were harmless, and I almost let Dean shoot you. You shouldn't forgive me so easily."

    "But you guys didn't shoot me," you reminded him, forcing him to look you in the eyes, "I am just so glad that I can still call you mine. Isn't that good enough?"

    Sam smiled softly, trying to ignore the guilt that still twisted his stomach. "Yeah, I guess it is."

    "I love you so much, Sam Winchester," you spoke genuinely, the words leaving your mouth effortlessly. You loved this man with your entire heart, and nothing could change your mind.

    Sam wrapped his arms around you carefully, being extra gentle so that he didn't hurt your shoulder. He breathed in the scent of your hair, which smelled like a mix of fruity hair products and evergreen trees.

    At that moment, he knew that he could never be like this with anyone else. Never had he ever felt something so pure and innocent before, even when he was with his past girlfriends. You were something totally different, both literally and figuratively. You were perfect for him.

    He knew he could say the next words with complete confidence.

    "I will love you for the rest of my life, (Y/N) (L/N)."
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