Rouge

Chapter 13

Sam watched as his brother appeared from behind the tree as a huge golden wolf. He didn't think he'd ever get over the fact that his brother was a wolf. However, when the wolf smirked at John, Bobby and him, Sam saw his brother.

As Dean took off running through the woods, Sam wondered how a creature as big as his brother could move so silently. He could see his brother's paws pounding the ground but he could barely hear the crumple of leaves under his feet.

Doctor Lewis James or Doc, which Dean had insisted they call him, approached his Dad and Bobby carrying three pairs of binoculars.

"We should have a good view from here." Doc said as he handed them all binoculars. Sam noticed that Doc didn't have a pair for himself. "I assure you all that Dean will be fine." He pointed off into the woods. They were situated on top of a hill that overlooks the valley where they had walked through earlier that day. Sam knew that the valley leaded to the fake camp they had set up, which hopefully would trick the rogue wolf into thinking they were camping there.

Looking through the binocular toward where Doc had point Sam at first saw nothing, however he then saw what he first assumed was a just a shadow move. From shadowy depth a large black wolf appeared. The wolf was low to the ground smelling the air around him. He move across the ground crouched low, using the bushes and trees as covered.

"That is Vincent he has the left flank of the valley." Doc explained.

Seeing the other wolves helping protected his brother allowed Sam to breathe. His chest loosened, he hadn't even realised he'd been holding tension there. Turning his attention back to Dean, Sam watched his brother run, he'd never really just watched Dean been a wolf. Yes, he had seen Dean in his wolf form before and he had even seen him fight as a wolf, but he had never really just watch him. Dean's movements were fluid. He easily weaved through the trees losing none of his speed as he did. Suddenly a bird whistle pierced the air. Sam saw Dean's ear twitch in the direction the whistle came from, but he didn't change his direction or pace.

"He took the bait." Doc said. Following his line of sight Sam just glimpsed a man in his forties quickly change back into his wolf form and disappearing into the darkness. His wolf was a lighter shade of black compared to the wolf name Vincent, but this meant he was one of the other wolves flanking Dean. Quickly Sam scanned the wood surrounding the werewolf. A flash of grey caught his eye. Focusing in on it the huge form of the grey rogue wolf came into view. Sam had forgotten how big the rogue was; he felt his chest tightening again with worried. He swore he was going to have a heart attack.

The rogue had either not notice or didn't care that there were other wolves around. His focus was on Dean and he was tearing through the forest to get to him. Dean however continued as if he didn't even realise he was there, but Sam could see his brother's ears were still flicking toward the oncoming rogue. Sam held his breath as he watched the rogue wolf charge Dean. He leapt at his brother, paw extended to dig into Dean's back. However, just before the rogue would have connected with Dean, Sam watched Dean dropped and roll. Using his own momentum against him, Dean's roll caused the rogue wolf to crash hard into the dirt in front of Dean. As the rogue ate dirt Dean was back on his feet and making his own charge. Sam imagined he could hear the thud as Dean's front paws connected with the wolf flank. Blood bloomed under Dean's claws. Dean used the rogue's own movements as he tried to buck him off to tear deeper gashes into the wolf side.

They parted as quickly as they came together. Dean jumping off the wolf as he got his feet under him to avoid been thrown. They snarled at each other, teeth bared, hackles raised and ears flattened to their heads. Sam felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched Dean, his brother was frightening. Sam didn't know who broke the starring match and signal to restart the fighting. The pair seemed to go from snarling to been connected by teeth and claws in a split second. Sam couldn't help, but start to white knuckle the binocular. He only felt himself relaxing his grip when his Dad places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Dean's handling himself in this fight Sam." At his father words Sam flashed his eyes toward him. None of the three next to Sam seem the least bit worried for Dean. "He's playing with the rogue Sam; the rogue just doesn't know it yet."

Turning back to watch the fight Sam realised they were right. The rogue could not get a good hold on his brother. Every blow he sent at Dean, either glanced off Dean or he managed to dodge them. Dean allowed a few to hit their target, but they never had the rogue full force behind them. Dean's claws were hitting their target with deadly precision. Rivets of blood were flowing down the rogue. Sam could see that Dean was aiming for the killing blow and trying to latch on to the rogue wolf throat. However, the rogue was a skill fighter and was keeping his vulnerable stomach and throat away from Dean's claws and teeth.

As it became clear to the rogue that this was not a fight he was going to win, Sam notice that he began trying to escape. Sam could see that he had lost the chance for escape as four shadowy wolves were emerging from the darkness. As they made their present known, the rogue's head began to dart back and fro, not sure which approaching wolf to watch. With the rogue been distracted Dean took his chance and latched on to his neck, teeth encircling up to the jaw. The four other wolves struck as soon as Dean's teeth sunk in. They all latched on to the rogue, over welling him, holding him down. Sam could almost hear the crunch of bone and the tear of flesh and tendon as Dean twisted and pulled his head back. It was scary how easily Dean tore not only the rogue throat but most of his lower jaw from the rogue body. Dean spat the lump of flesh and bone on to the ground. The rogue wolf swayed for moment as his heart betrayed him by pumping his life blood on to the ground at his feet.

Sam watched in morbid horror the scene been played out before him. He just had seen the true werewolf side of his brother. His brother was a killer; he hadn't even flinch as he tore the rogue's throat out. As the rogue body crumpled to ground lifeless Dean just smirked at the bloody mess. Sam, for the first time since learning his brother was a werewolf, feared him.