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Chapter 2

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Synopsis: You had a life once, you weren’t entirely happy but it was a normal life nonetheless. But it all changed when a turf war began between two families that occupied the area around Lawrence, Kansas. An attack leaves you injured and thrown into a world you never thought existed. And into the arms of someone that you never thought you’d find.

(Eventual) Alpha!Sam x Reader

A/N: Hey remember that time I said I would get this done? Yeah me either

Word Count: 2.2k

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Unconsciousness began to loosen its cold grip on your arms, and you opened your eyes. Sweat clung to your skin, your hair was plastered to the back of your neck, but you were alive. As your body woke, your core temperature began to rise once again, not any longer in the peaceful realm of sleep.

The sheets underneath you were soft but worn. And for a split second, you thought it had all been a vivid dream, some fever-induced thing.

You moved your fingers gently. Then you turned your head to the side, feeling the texture of the pillowcase on your cheek. Everything had a musty smell. This wasn’t your room.

You sat upright, and the sudden jolt caused your body to erupt in all sorts of aches and pains. You held your side, groaning softly.

Your eyes trailed slowly around you. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary other than the fact that you were somewhere you didn’t recognize.

Your heartbeat began to quicken in your chest. Bruises riddled your legs, there was a heavy bandage taped to your neck, and your leg felt like it was being hit with a hammer. Right, you remembered, it was broken. You broke it last night, running away from that thing.

Your lungs began to work overtime, bringing in panicked breaths of air as your brain went over anything you could remember.

Driving to Denver, you didn’t even make it that far. Someone ran on the road. You crashed your car. The woods, running, the attack, a severed head rolling into the blackness, someone had helped you. You were still alive.

You looked down over your body and you realized were in a large grey t-shirt. It wasn’t yours, but it clung to your body with a thin sheen of sweat, making the intoxicating smell of it impossible to escape. You had a fever. Your hair stuck to the moisture on the back of your neck. You looked around and saw a pile of clothes, your clothes, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. They were stained, dark red splotches covering them. How the hell did you get into this shirt?

There was a glass of water on the nightstand beside you and you grabbed it, drinking like you hadn’t in days. The cold liquid slid down your throat, but it didn’t seem to help the feeling of overheating. There was a mirror bolted to the wall in the opposite corner to your clothes, under it, a sink. What you wouldn’t give to just wash your face right now... You held the cool glass in your hand and a waft of air drifted in under the closed door at the end of the bed.

It wasn’t the clothes. It smelled like food, it smelled like meat. Your stomach ached and gurgled softly. Oh god, you were starving.

When you tried to swing your legs over the side of the bed, from under the thin sheet that covered you, you discovered your ankle, the good one, was handcuffed to the foot of the bed. You fell onto the hard floor elbows first, one foot half on the bed. The glass shattered on the floor, a piece lodging itself in your palm as you landed. You hissed softly, as blood pooled around the shard. You sat there for a moment, foot in the air, wondering what to do next.

Someone, somewhere, must have heard the commotion, because you heard footsteps; they seemed far away. But they were getting closer.

A click came from the door, it had been locked. To keep you in? Then a head poked in. It was the man with short hair and green eyes. His name was Dean, you remembered that. He looked at you, sitting on the floor as the cuff dug into the skin of your ankle. He saw the glass and he understood what must have happened.

“Here, let me help you.” He stepped into the room reluctantly, keeping his eyes on you the whole time as he bent down and began to brush the glass into a little pile. He pulled the piece out of your hand too and you wiped the blood on the shirt you wore. He seemed nervous. But you just stared at him, a furrow in your brow, wondering what to say. Good morning? He spoke first.

“Sleep okay?” He glanced up at you as he scooped the pile into the trash bin carefully with his hands. All you could think to do was nod. He nodded back.

“I’m sorry about that,” He looked at the handcuffs attaching you to the wooden bed frame.

“It’s just for safety.” He said softly. He gave you a look that was probably meant to be comforting, but it was just irritating. He helped you back up onto the bed and he seemed to look at the gauze on your neck, and the other injuries you’d sustained.

“Please tell me what’s going on.” You pleaded as his hands left you. Your blood was buzzing in your ears, your body was on fire and you thought you could smell something on him. It was almost sweet, but it smelled different than sweat.

Fear.

He took a step back as you reached for him.

“I won’t tell anyone what happened to me, I promise. I just want to go home. Let me go home.” This time you weren’t asking, terror and speculation began to run around your mind. What was this? Some kind of trafficking? Organized crime? Mafia?

“I can’t let you leave, Y/N.” He said, heading for the door. You didn’t remember telling him your name.

He gave you an apologetic look before he closed the door behind him, it locked. And you were alone again.

“Someone help!” You screamed, frantically yanking at the cuff that bound you, but no one came. You began to panic. Your breath came out in short puffs and sweat ran down your neck, soaking into the already damp shirt you wore.

Your fingers dug into the mattress, you felt like a caged animal, looking for a way out. The window was barred, the door was locked.

With your body temperature climbing, it felt like you were stuck in that room for hours, shaking.

A fit of anger that you had never felt before bubbled up inside you as you waited. Air came out of your nose, hot and heavy and a snarl echoed deep in your throat as rage filled your chest. Your muscles tensed and then there was the sound of wood being torn apart, splintering and hitting the ground. The cuffs were still there, but you had pulled it through the bedpost. You stared.

It must have just been the adrenaline. It could easily still be in your system.

Slowly, you stood up, cold concrete chilling your toes and you padded over to the sink to splash cold water on your face. The tingling sensation in your blood had gotten worse. Like you’d fallen asleep and the circulation had been cut off to all four of your limbs. You braced both hands on the sides of the cold porcelain and your head dropped between your shoulders, your muscles aching.

When you looked up, what you saw in the mirror made your heart lurch.

Your eyes. They were different. They had a glowing quality to them. They looked yellow almost. Your gaze drifted to the bandage on your neck. You remembered being bitten, twice but by different people...creatures. Now that you saw yourself, you thought you remembered the glass from the car crash spraying across your face. But there weren’t any cuts. Before thinking, your fist rammed straight into the centre of the mirror, sending spider-web cracks cascading across the surface of the glass. You backed into the corner slowly and sank down into a ball, your hands weaving up into your hair as the throbbing got louder and louder.

This can’t be happening to me. I must have finally cracked. I’m probably just up in the psych ward suffering from hallucinations.

Logic didn’t seem to be on your side today though. You began to get hysterical. You cried, fearful of what was going on, where you were, what you were feeling. You were scared. Tears stained your cheeks and dripped onto the front of your shirt, mingling with the sweat.

You were losing your mind, you were sure of it.

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Your jaw ached, but thinking of that just reminded you that your whole body ached and burned. It was like you had your braces put on all over again like your teeth and bones and cells were all shifting.

Footsteps echoed loudly outside of the room, and you weren’t sure how long or if you’d actually been asleep, but you sat up, and at least the fever had passed. You heard voices clearly.

“...newly turned...”

“...Can’t leave...”

“What should we tell the others?”

“No one’s seen Sam yet..”

“Probably for the best, John won’t be happy.”

You heard other things too. Heartbeats, a deer outside a mile away, water running through the pipes underneath the floorboards. The floor creaked as your two guests shifted outside the door and you heard the lock click, your fists held the sheets tight.

The same man from last night walked in with Dean. He smiled softly at you.

“Hi there, Y/N. My name is Cass.” He pulled a stool behind him and set it next to the bed, he sat. You stared. Dean closed the door behind him like he was supposed to be the bodyguard. He locked it.

Cass took a deep breath and then locked eyes with you.

“I’m sorry for that rude awakening a few days ago, we took the cuffs off you-”

“D-days? You just said days...” You began to feel the shockwave go over you again. Cass sighed and glanced back at Dean. He anticipated all the questions you must have. This would take a long time.

“The change is painful for everyone, not all who get bitten survive. I was actually quite sure that you wouldn’t.” His brow furrowed softly.

“I suppose you have questions.”

“No fucking shit.” You growled, feeling your anger bubbling up again. Dean scoffed. It smelled different in the room today. Natural human scents times twenty. You could smell both of them, together and apart. Dean’s scent was stronger than Cass’ was, although you didn’t know why. But either way, they both smelled strongly of man.

“I need some answers right now or I’m getting up and leaving.” You huffed at both of them, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You clearly meant it but that didn’t mean that they would listen.

“It’s like I told you when you woke up the first time, Y/N. You can’t leave. You gotta live here now, and we can explain everything but you have to calm down-”

“Tell me what’s going on!” You screamed and crossed the room in seconds before your brain even registered what you were even thinking of doing. You pinned Dean to the wall by his throat.

Claws began to dig into his flesh and you watched the fear grow in his eyes as he began to struggle.

“You have to- to listen to me, Y/N.” Dean gasped his calloused hand reaching up and grabbing your wrist.

“You’re not like you used to be.” Your arm shook with adrenaline as you tightened your grip and Cass tried to pry you away, his fingers digging into your skin.

The only word you could think of to describe it was powerful. You felt like you could take on the greatest MMA fighters in the country without making much of an effort. Unfortunately for the men trying to fight against you, that theory looked likely to be proven.

Suddenly the door burst open, flying off the frame, spraying the room with wood splinters, revealing a man that you didn’t recognize, but you felt Dean and Cass instantly freeze and stop fighting.

The new man glared at all three of you, and instinct told you to keep your head down and let go. The boys backed away from you as the man, larger and older than both of the others stepped towards you, flanked by two others you hadn’t met yet. But they looked oddly familiar.

His steps were heavy and intimidating on the hardwood floor covered in glass pieces and wood. His boots crunched, and he walked right up to Dean.

“Dad, listen-” Dean was cut off by a sudden, and hard, smack to the side of the face.

“I leave for three days. Three days you can’t be left alone and not fuck up. Do you know the effort I’ve had to go through in the past twelve hours to cover up your mess? To get rid of that body you left behind?”

Dean didn’t speak, he kept his eyes down, and at this point, you thought it was a good idea for you to do the same. You felt eyes pierce you, and give you a once over.

“I’m John Winchester. I’m in charge here. Anything you do, I hear about. Got it?” He glared down at you and you finally lifted your eyes, meeting his with a fiery stare. Dean and Cass were silent now, watching the dangerous exchange.

“You better learn to take orders quickly, or you won't last long in this pecking order, sweetheart.” John turned quickly out and down the hall. He gestured for you to follow.

You hadn’t taken orders since your first job after high school, and you weren’t about to start now.

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