Being a werewolf wasn’t easy, you managed to learn that much over the past few months. You were simply going back from work when you got caught up in Winchesters’ business. The werewolf bit you before they could kill it and you were sure that you’d be next. But surprisingly, they decided to help, probably feeling guilty for a drastic change in your life that they’d caused.

So, they took you in. After all, you couldn’t go back to your family. You were now a threat to them. That’s pretty much how you ended up in the bunker, joining their little team. There was already an angel, so what’s wrong with a werewolf? Not much, except for the fact that they had to lock you in a basement once a month. But that’s a condition you were willing to accept. You didn’t want to hurt or, worse, kill somebody on accident.

And today, was no different than all the previous full moons you went through with the Winchester brothers. After a night full of scratching the walls, howling to the small vent and trying to break free in a blood-driven haze, you were finally back to normal.

You were curled up on the floor, shivering. Your clothes were gone, just a few pieces of fabric scattered around after you clawed them off of yourself. And so far, you couldn’t move because of the chains on your wrists that prevent you from running away further than a few feet — not to mention how exhausted you were.

Not long after, you heard someone’s footsteps and then the door unlocking. You didn’t even lift your head, you knew it was Dean. You managed to learn how his footsteps sounded like. He walked up to you and freed you from your restraints and then wrapped a soft blanket around your trembling form. He lifted you up with a sigh, carrying you out of the basement.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now. You did well, I’m proud of you,” he whispered and kissed your temple, heading to your bedroom so you could properly rest.