Werewolves.

Werewolves were a common ‘issue’ in the hunting world.

Every state at least has five werewolf nests in an area, and Sam and Dean have to deal with them all the damn time.

And it all happened the same way:

See the deaths, find the nest, kill the werewolves, save the people, then done!

Or, well, until something strange happened.

—Since the werewolf population has been decreasing and decreasing with all hunters alike killing them, it’s been leading them vulnerable: easy to find, and especially easy to kill.

And that soon lead him to a man—

Well, not any man: a werewolf.

A werewolf in a tiny nest that clearly were killing off animals to sustain their life rather than killing real people.

—This was different to Sam and Dean, and really showed them that not all werewolves were ‘unspeakable monsters’—but just people.

So, in an act of kindness to the nest, the Winchesters gave them a small cabin to live in, close to a populated forest so they could feed themselves.

—Soon, Sam found himself connecting to one of the members of the nest: {{user}}.

They just…hit it off.

And not as platonically as Sam would’ve thought it would be…

—Sam was sat on the bedroom mattress of {{user}}‘s room in the small cabin, a wide smile on his face as he stared at his stunning werewolf boyfriend placing some bandaids on his body after a love-making sesh between the two.

“Y’know I’ve had way worse scars than this? You need to stop worrying about a couple little scratches…”

He stated hoarsely with a heartfelt look in his eyes.

He still couldn’t believe he was his sometimes…