Night Changes

Does He Know?

Sam's POV

A vampire, a werewolf, and two hunters walk into a bar. The joke isn't that funny. I don't know how I did it but somehow I convinced Louis, Harry, and Dean to go to a bar and let me explain. It was hard to decide who was more pissed about it.

I looked around at everyone at our little table in the corner. Dean, who was fuming and hadn't let go of his machete. Harry, who looked a bit scared but was obviously trying to hide it. And Louis, who had a napkin to his neck and death in his eyes. It looked like an intervention.

"Okay... I'm Sam and I just want you guys to know that I don't want to kill you," I cast a look to Dean who still has the machete in his hands even though the bartender told him no weapons allowed. Louis snorts and glares at Dean... again.

"I'm guessing you all want to know why I stopped Dean from killing you." I continue, ignoring them.

"Hell yeah I do," Dean grumbles and crosses his arms.

I sigh, " A few weeks ago we got a phone call from a mysterious number. The caller said that a clan of werewolves in England were looking for a new alpha because their old one had been killed."

"What? Naughty Boy is dead?" Louis asks while Dean says "That's not what you told me."

I give them a look that automatically shuts them up.

"Anyway, the werewolves needed another alpha and you probably know alphas are extremely rare. The only known alpha werewolf besides Naughty Boy is Harry." Everyone at the table looks at Harry who looks surprised.

"Me? An alpha?" Harry says quietly.

"You were the only human Naughty Boy ever bit." I explain. "And that's why the werewolves are after you. It's not hunters you should be worried about."

"Why should we believe anything you say?" Louis spits, clenching his fist on top of the table like he was about to break it.

"More importantly, why did you lie?" Dean interrupts, looking angrier than ever. I almost regret lying to him in the first place but it had to be done. I made this mess so now I have to fix it.

"You should believe me because you're in danger. The werewolves will do anything to get their alpha and there isn't much a vampire can do against a gang of werewolves." I say, wishing it wasn't so hard for him to comprehend. Why couldn't they just trust me?

"Who cares if they're in danger?" Dean argues, looking at the two in disgust. "They're monsters."

"We're not monsters." Harry growls, his voice rising with each word. I thought he was about to launch across the table if it wasn't for Louis who put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"It's the right thing to do." I say firmly, hoping that excuse will be enough. There's one more secret I'm keeping and there's no way I'm letting it loose now. Especially with the rage Dean's in already.

"Do you really think we're that dumb to believe a hunter wants to help creatures like us?" Louis laughs bitterly, standing up and pulling Harry up with him. "Don't talk to us again."

"Louis, wait." Harry mutters, but Louis has his mind made up. They leave the bar without another backwards glance. I turn to face Dean again and I realize I have more problems than Harry and Louis.

"What the hell is going on?"

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