Argentum's Redemption

Chapter 1: Two Brothers

Errat POV:
(Be prepared for gore, sadness, and the feels)

The first time Errat drew blood, it was when he killed his own sister. His little sister. He couldn't even remember her name anymore, it had been less then two months ago. He had lost her name in the others he had killed.

The blood that stained Errat's hands would never wash off, he had accepted that now. He had stopped trying before the first month was up. He had stopped crying before he was 5 years old. Stopped feeling before the second week of this was finished. He sat in the bathroom, staring at his red hands. Tasting the copper in his mouth as he ran his tongue over his still wolf-ish teeth. His dull green eyes were the last bits of color in his face, olive skin pulled tight over his face and framed by long, curly black hair that had matted weeks before.

He wished he could still cry. He wished his sister was still with him, wished he wasn't turning into his father. He wished he was like his older brother. The one Errat had loved and admired before he had been exiled. Muta, the lovable older brother who had always been there for Errat and his sister. Muta remembered her name, Errat was certain. But he never hoped to see Muta again. He would kill him, and that would break him to the point of no return. Or maybe Muta was already dead, and Errat had already forgotten.

What had he done to deserve this? To be born, not even a Argentum. A medium genus, half breed. He was half Eastern, a disgrace to his pack and family. That was why Mother had named him Errat, mistake and Muta, dumb. His sister had had a insulting name as well. He couldn't remember what for the life of him. He couldn't remember what his family looked like anymore. He was just a killer, from a family of killers. A pack of killers.

Bangs outside. Maybe the would kill Errat, free the world of his presence. He wished so bad for that.

Errat slumped forwards, dull green eyes fixed on his stained red hands. He was still himself, that would make him easier to kill, right? He hoped so, and when the door to the bathroom was kicked in Errat didn't even flinch. He waited, staring at his hands and hoping for the bang that would end his life.

Then someone cried out. "No! That's Errat!"

Rushing footsteps approached him, but they skidded to a stop in the doorway. "Oh Errat, cosa hanno fatto a te fratellino?" (Oh Erret, what have they done to you little brother?)

The voice should have been familiar, comforting. It had no effect on the 17 year old. He just kept staring at his bloody hands, running his tongue along his now human teeth.

Sam POV:

(Sam is being a douch to Dean, what else is new)

Sam wasn't fully trusting of Muta, he was a skinwalker and that always spelled trouble. Dean didn't trust Muta either, but the sadness and determination the young man, barely old enough to drink, had exhibited was the kind Sam had come to expect from Dean. The kind of affection that a older brother had from raising his younger siblings, being the parent when he himself was only in Elementry school. Though from what Muta had said he and his siblings, Errat and Brutta, had never really gotten access to books or anything else they could learn from.

The sadness Sam had seen on Dean's face was only trumped by the few times Dean had ever cried when Muta said this. Sam, however, had wanted to test this.

He had asked Muta to write out his name. Muta had looked confused, tilting his head like Cas had. Dean had left the room, Sam feared for the nearest bottle of alcohol. Sam had then asked Muta to spell out his name verbally. Again Muta had seemed confused. Sam had made a trip to the Library, grabbing some kid's books for beginners. Muta had taken one look at them and fascination had filled the young man's face. He poked the books, long dark hair falling out from behind his ear as he tried to figure out how a boom worked. He asked all kinds of questions, blue eyes filled with curiosity. For instance: "Why do people need to read books?" "What is this letter?" "Could you teach me to read?". His genuine excitement about learning to read was what convinced Sam he actually had no clue how to read.

Back to the present, Muta had led them to his 'Pack'. Muta was clearly uncomfortable, his blue eyes flitting around like he was scared someone would come launching out at him at any second. Him being antsy made Dean antsy, which in turn made Sam antsy. It was like a domino effect.

Dean had cursed, then launched in first. Sam followed, and Muta brought up the back. The assault was like a firework had gone off, suddenly everyone in the house was on them. Almost all of them were in animal form, and among the silver coated wolves Sam saw cats, coyotes and dogs. All of them were snarling.

Though it seemed these skinwalkers were not accustomed to guns. One shot, randomly into the crowd, and the pack scattered. More bullets shot into the crowds, scaring them further. Terrified, the pack squeezed it's way out of anything, giving the Winchesters easy pickings.

Dean seemed a little off, but Sam was more concerned with the monsters then his brother at that moment.

Soon bodies littered the ground, but ho boy would the Winchesters have to call in for help with tracking down the rest of the skinwalkers. It was going to be a recurring issue, and Sam knew it.

Checking the doors that remained closed, he found one locked. Sam kicked down the door, and leveled his gun at the skinwalker inside. The strange thing about this one was that it was staring at it's hands, which looked red. The poor kid looked shell shocked, and Sam figured he was doing the poor thing a favor, when Muta came bursting next to him. Yelling "No! That's Erret!" as he sprinted over.

When Muta's blue eyes examined his brother, he too a step back and murmured something in another language. Sam wasn't sure what.

What Sam did know was the look in Muta's eyes as he took in his younger brother. Then, he stepped over the threshold. Sam watched in awe of the young man's courage, or just plain loyalty to his brother. Either way, Muta knelt infront of his younger brother, taking Erret's red hands in his own pale ones. Muta was muttering to his younger brother in a strange language, but he recognized Muta's name, and Erret's. He was pretty sure he heard Brutta's name too. Then his name and Dean's. Erret still hadn't moved.

Muta moved closer to his brother hugging him. Sam could see the flich and there was no doubt that Muta hadn't felt it, but he only tightened his hug. Then the teenager relaxed, leaning into his brother in a way Sam had come to recognize as being touch-starved. Dean could be like that, and speaking of Dean...

Sam glanced around the room, spotting Dean resting against the wall. He didn't have anything obviously wrong with him, so Sam assumed he was fine and went back to keeping a eye on the two skinwalkers. Muta had picked up his little brother and was cradling him close to his chest. Sam shook Dean as he passed and he grunted, but Sam wasn't keeping a eye on him. The two skinwalkers were in the back, Muta holding Erret's head in his lap. Dean slid into shotgun, and Sam took the driver's side. He didn't even question why Dean was in shotgun instead of driving, he was too busy trying to think about how hard the cleanup would be.