A Soft Place To Fall (supernatural fanfic)

A Soft Place To Fall

It's his third day working as Agent Bon Jovi on this case. It's obviously werewolves, but Sam still can't pin down who exactly is causing the body count. He's down to a few suspects, but nothing solid enough to start dropping bodies himself. He found a motel out on the edge of town, the only one that would let him lodge with Miracle, and decided to make that the spot he would hole up for the run of this case. It was a pretty sketchy place, but he had confidence in his ability to protect himself, and there was no way he was going to stay somewhere without Miracle. He had kind of become Sam's emotional support dog in a way, running to him and licking his hand whenever Sam was having a hard time. And, he was kind of Dean's. To drop him somewhere would just be cruel. Granted, as much as he loves the pooch, having the constant reminder of Dean may not be helping either.

Every time he enters his room, there is a very tiny part of him that expects Dean to be sitting on the bed, eating disgusting junk food, wiping grease all over the bed sheets, listening to what he felt like listening to that day. Finding one that accepted pets turned out to be more of a pain than he expected, so Sam doesn't even remember to ask for a king, and ends up with two queens, which makes that expectant feeling really strong, and the letdown even worse. He tries to go to the front desk to switch rooms, but the clerk won't let him without paying again, which wouldn't be worth it. So he starts working. He takes out his laptop, and digs through random sites for a while. He works on his Crazy Wall for a bit, finally narrowing his scope down to two suspects. He supposes it could be both of them, but he wants to be sure.

It's a few hours later when he hears a loud thump on the wall, and distinct whimpering. He groans and tries to ignore it, after all, it's a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. And that works for a few more minutes, but then he can't help himself from listening, and he quickly realizes that those are far from noises of pleasure. Miracle starts barking at the sounds, clearly distressed. The moans turn pained, and when a hair-raising scream rips through the air, Sam is immediately on his feet and out the door.

He kicks open the door to the room next door in seconds, and busts through, pointing his gun towards the bed. Surely enough, there is a young girl, couldn't be over twenty, lying there, tied down. The man above her jumps up and bares his teeth. Yep. Werewolf. Sam fires off two shots, but both are dodged as the creature advances towards him, knocking the gun away before Sam could fire off a third.

"Stupid move, bringing a gun to a wolf fight," The man growls as he rakes Sam's arm with his claws. Sam lets out a pained gasp, but tries to keep it under wraps, however painful it is.

The werewolf growls again and lunges for Sam, digging his claws into the sides of Sam's arms, drawing a scream from his lips. The little fucker was fast, he'll give it that. It leaned it and tried to bite at Sam's throat. Sam kicks and flails, not letting the guy do much except hold on. After exhausting all other options, he manages to head-butt the creature, a signature Dean move, and it staggers backwards, holding his nose, blood clearly leaking from it, and growls again. reaches behind him with his right hand, and pulls out the silver blade he had kept there ever since he got put on this case.

"Stupid move," Sam laughs breathlessly, "Bringing a wolf to a hunter fight."

The creature growls again and starts stalking towards him. Sam assumes a fighting stance, trying to ignore the acute pain and blood dripping down both of his arms. He smirks, feeling in his element once again, and ducks as the bastard rushes him, causing it to go right over his right shoulder, grazing it's stomach with his blade. The werewolf howls in pain, but rises to its feet, ready for the next blow.

Sam rises up to his full height and takes a cautious step towards it, brandishing the silver blade. He gets low again and readies himself for impact as the creature lunges for him again. This time it fakes him out, and Sam ends up with his back hitting the food, a lot harder and faster than he would have liked. Sam quickly moves the knife towards its heart, but is blocked and ends up pushing the blade clean through the thing's hand. It howls in pain again, and dives for Sam's throat with its teeth. He holds it back, but his arm slowly starts giving out against the creature's weight. He needs to do something. Fast.