… The Last of the wilds …

~ The end ~

The two brothers were sitting on one of the three steps leading up to Bobby's house, Sam brooding and Dean just making sure Sam wouldn't run off on them. Bobby and their dad were inside getting all the stuff they needed for the ritual and printing out the Latin text Paul had sent them.

Dean was honestly torn between what he wanted. The hunter part of him, as well as some of the big brother part said it was wrong for Sam to be a werewolf in stead of human. But another part of him said that if Sam was happy that way, maybe they should let him be a werewolf. Also he wasn't actually that affected by being a werewolf. He was still Sam; the only things that had changed were his senses and his eating and sleeping habits. And of course the fact that he could change into a furry wolf whenever he wanted to, but except for those things he was still the same old pain in the ass little brother as he had always been.

Now Sam was just sitting beside him with his knee bouncing up and down, weather from being nervous or hyper, Dean thought it was both. He did look nervous as hell and Dean felt guilty for doing this to his brother, he still some hope that it wouldn't work, after all they were talking about summoning a Goddess and that sounded like a big steaming pile of bullshit to him, but Bobby, his dad and Sam seemed sure it would work.

Suddenly Sam whipped his head up and looked at the wall of the house with his eyes darting back and forth, clearly listening to whatever was going on inside. "They're ready." His voice was flat and Dean could tell he was trying to cover up his emotions, but he could still hear the sadness and maybe fear in it.

The front door opened and both of the turned around to see Bobby and John come walking out with a few vials of different herbs and other things. John seemed to be happy that they were doing this and overly confident that it would work. Bobby on the other hand stayed neutral, not wanting to get his hopes up too high, but still ready for it to work if it did.

John placed a hand on each of his boys' shoulders and smiled at them. "You ready to go?" he asked and Dean frowned at him for a moment. "Go?" he questioned while he and Sam got up from the steps. "I thought we were doing it here?" he said and looked at Bobby who shook his head. "Nope, needs to be done in the woods." John said and pointed towards the big forest on the other side of the yard and Dean could see Sam, practically slumping in defeat at the fact that he was allowed to be in the forest but not in wolf form, and had to hold back a chuckle at how comical he looked.

They started walking towards the forest and Dean tried to keep up an easy conversation with Sam to calm his little brothers nerves, but it didn't seem to be helping much as Sam was starting to look even more nervous the closer they got to the forest.

Suddenly everyone was surprised by loud barking coming from a car a few feet away from them and everyone knew it was Rumsfeldt, but the usually friendly dog was growling and barking intensively and John shot a confused glance at Bobby and held up the shotgun he had brought.

They rounded the car and immediately saw the hostile dog jumping and trying to get away from its leash that was keeping him in check. "What the hell is wrong with your damn mutt?" John asked while he watched the dog with a frown. "Doesn't like werewolves" Sam replied with a flat voice and John looked back at his son for a moment, frowning before he looked at the dog. "Let's go," he said, eyes still on the dog as they all continued towards the forest.

Sam though turned back and glared at the dog with a threatening growl rumbling in his throat and made the dog stop barking and received a whimper from it, obviously knowing that Sam was stronger and better than it. None of the others noticed since they just thought it was the dog still 'mouthing off' to Sam and kept walking.

They had been walking for about 10 minutes since they had encountered the dog when Bobby stopped by a big stone and looked around for a moment. "I think this'll do." He said and took off the backpack he had brought and started arranging candles on the stone while John brought out a piece of chalk and started writing and drawing some stuff onto the rock before he placed different herbs around on it too.

Sam and Dean sat down on the ground and waited for the grown ups to finish on the stone. Sam was looking around the area as if he was seeing something sneaking around and licked his lips. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He said in a quiet voice and glanced at Dean. "What do you mean, bad feeling?" he asked and was starting to look around himself.

Sam sighed and frowned a little. "I don't know, I've got this feeling like something's gonna go wrong, you know?" he explained and Dean could see he was starting to get jittery and it worried him.

The younger man looked around a little and licked his lips in frustration, then shook his head with a sigh. "It's probably just my nerves." He said quietly, but Dean wasn't so sure it was but he kept quiet since he wasn't sure.

"You two ready?" Bobby asked and both Sam and Dean turned to him and nodded slowly as he started unfolding a piece of paper, probably the incantation for the ritual. "Come here." John said and pointed his gun next to him, encouraging both of them to stand by him as Bobby turned his back on them and looked down at the rock with all the ingredients on it.

The older hunter started to read and a shiver went up Sam's spine, he didn't know why, he couldn't even understand what he was saying, but it still made him feel uneasy and he started to scan the area with his eyes, thoroughly checking that there wasn't anything there.

Bobby reached the end of the incantation and looked expectantly around. Nothing happened though, there wasn't even a single sound, only the others shifting slightly. A soft breeze suddenly ruffled the leaves on the ground and they could swear that howls accompanied the wind and that had everyone stiffening and warning bells sounded in their head.

John and Bobby raised their guns as the wind picked up and now they were really sure that they were hearing wolf howls accompanying the wind. Sam bent slightly down, eyes darting everywhere at once and face set in a stoic mask, ready for anything to try and attack his family.

Out f nowhere Dean was suddenly hurled into a nearby tree and a white, big wolf appeared out of nowhere, snarling and baring its teeth at Sam, John and Bobby. Sam of course stepped in front of them and started snarling in return at the creature and looking it directly in the eyes and for a moment his eyes turned icy blue, but no one but the other wolf saw it.

"Damn!" Dean groaned as he lifted himself from the ground where he had fallen after hitting the tree. His back hurt like hell and he was sure he was going to have many sleepless night and some interesting colors for the next week or so.

A loud growl had him stopping dead in his tracks and slowly turning his head to look behind him, just in time to see a white wolf appear out of thin air, snarling angrily at him and glaring daggers at him.

"Shit." He silently cursed and bit his lip before he broke off into a spring towards Sam and his father. The wolf of course knew he was going to do this and therefore he didn't get very far before he felt something heavy collide into his back, causing him to yelp in surprised and pain, before he went to the ground with a muffled thud accompanied by a crack as one of his ribs seemed to break under the pressure.

"Dad!" he called and looked towards where his father and Sam had been. Now he could see and hear his father and Bobby shooting at the dozen wolves closing in on them and Sam had shifted into a wolf and was battling it out with them, obviously capable of taking care of himself.

John turned towards him and shock crossed his face for a split second when he saw the wolf on top of his eldest, but it didn't last long. He blasted a round of rock salt into the wolf Sam was battling, gaining his youngest's attention. "Sam, help Dean!" he shouted and Sam nodded quickly before he running as fast as he could towards his brother.

He was sure he was done for when he felt the wolf's hot breath on the back off his neck and silently hoped that Sam and the others would be okay. But just as he finished that he felt the pressure being thrown off him and heard an audible yelp coming from the wolf that had been on top of him. Whirling around quickly and very painfully, he saw Sam scratching and biting at the other wolf, while they were both snarling and glaring at each other.

Sam turned briefly to Dean and growled at him, not threateningly or anything, just to get his brother out of there and Dean seemed to take the hint as he scattered off towards Bobby and John, holding his stomach as he ran.

When he was sure Dean was far enough away, he turned back again to the wolf and growled. "You shouldn't have done that." He warned the other wolf, speaking telepathically with it as he had with the wolf that had turned him. The other wolf just snarled and Sam launched himself and it, burying his claws in his face as he did so and the other wolf fought equally fiercely back.

"Dean, are you okay?" John asked immediately when his oldest son came scrambling towards them, watching out for the angry wolves trying to get near them. "I'm fine." He muffled and slumped down against the rock wincing as John and Bobby shot at the wolves. None of the seemed to get too close though, but still they shot at them to be sure.

"Damn, I'm out of ammo!" Bobby shouted at John who at the exact same time came to the same revelation when he was about to reload. "Me too." He said quietly and they all glanced at Sam who was running towards them again, the wolf he had been battling was gone and his fur was slick with blood. He was also slightly limping and John cursed under his breath that his youngest had been hurt once again.

Sam ran straight to Dean to check how bad the wolf had hurt his brother. He could see that Dean had slung and arm protectively over his ribs and knew that one of them were definitely broken. He nuzzled his snout against Dean's right hand that was lying on the ground and looked into his brothers eyes with a small whimper.

Dean lifted his hand and started scratching at Sam's head and petting the fur there, even if it was slick with blood. "You okay?" he just had to ask. There was so much blood on his brother and he saw the way he had limped over here.

Sam huffed and held up his front paw, the one he had been limping with earlier and showed that it was completely fine, but then whimpered as he turned towards the wolves that were surrounding them. "Yeah, I know." Dean said and watched the wolves too.

"What are we gonna do?" Bobby asked quietly and turned to John who was standing beside him. The other hunter sighed. "I don't know." He replied and turned around to glance at his sons who were both sitting against the rock. Sam was sitting close to Dean and Dean had his right hand in Sam's fur.

Suddenly all the wolves turned back looking at something behind all of them and the four hunters struggled to see what it was between all the white wolves obscuring their vision. The wolves started howling together and raised their heads to the sky. Dean also noticed small sounds coming from Sam beside him who was watching the whole ordeal in awe.

The wolves moved to the right and left, creating a path in the middle where a pitch black wolf came walking slowly down, looking at all the white wolves and it was obvious that all of them had ultimate respect for this one. It walked straight up in front of Bobby and John who were both eyeing it incuriously, just waiting for it to snap and attack them.

The wolf suddenly exploded in a white light and all of the hunters, except for Sam had to look away and when they looked back, a young woman was standing in front of them. She was obviously Native American. Her skin tone was darker than theirs, her hair pitch black, eyes icy blue in contrast to her black hair and she was wearing jewelry that they had seen many times in movies about Indians.

She was wearing a short, ripped beige colored dress that looked like it was made of animal skin. And as they inspected her closer they saw that her nails were longer than usual, almost like claws and as she smiled at them, they saw sharp, white teeth.

"I apologize for my children, they can be… fierce." She began her voice silky smooth and kind as she eyed all of the hunters, especially noticing Sam. "I see you have one of them with you." She said and started to walk closer to Sam, who seemed slightly frightened and scooted closer to Dean.

The woman smiled and stopped. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to do anything." She assured him and turned to John and Bobby again. "You summoned me. What do you want?" she still sounded nice, but her tone was a little more business alike now.

John glanced at Bobby and then at Sam and Dean for a moment before he looked back at her. "We want you to turn Sam…" he gestured towards him"… human again, if it's not too much trouble." He added politely, hoping that it would persuade the Goddess.

She cocked her head and looked at John for a moment, and then she set her eyes on Sam and gestured for him to come closer to her. Sam reluctantly looked at Dean who nodded at him and than padded softly over to the woman, stopping a few inches from her. She bent down in front of him and stroked both sides of his face gently while closing her eyes. To Sam's surprise her touch was incredibly comfortable and relaxing and he closed his eyes as well.

"You don't want to." She suddenly said with a frown and Sam opened his eyes and looked at her nervously. "What do you mean?" John pried and looked confused at Sam for a moment before he looked back at her. "He doesn't want to be changed back." she stated and looked up at John, her hands still petting Sam softly.

Suddenly everything went silent. Uncomfortably silent and Dean tried to see how his father was reacting and damned that chick for saying it out loud. "Please, just change me back. It'll be better that way" Sam told her telepathically and she looked confused at him. "I've never changed someone who did not want to before." She stated and cocked her head to the side. "Well, I didn't exactly become a werewolf out of freewill either, and besides it will be better if I'm human rather than a werewolf. Even though I don't want to." He said sadly and bowed his head slightly. "You mean it will be better for your family if you are not a werewolf?" she questioned and saw Sam nod.

Dean carefully got up from his position against the rock and walked slowly over to stand beside his father who was eyeing Sam and the Goddess with narrowed eyes. "Look, Sam…" he started and his little brother turned to him so did the Goddess and he swallowed hard. "… You don't have to, okay. At least I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to do." He smiled slightly and saw Sam's mood lighten a little.

John's eyes darted to Dean and frowned at him. "Dean's right, Sam." He admitted and Sam, Dean and Bobby all stared at him shocked. "If it really means that much to you, I guess you could stay as a werewolf." He said encouragingly, but they could all sense how conflicted he really was.

Sam boweed his head for a moment then looked up again and shook his head. "They wouldn't look at me the same, you know? They say how it would be okay and everything, but deep down I know that everything would be different. Sure I would perhaps become a better hunter, but I know it would take a long while for them to get completely used to it, and I don't want to make them do that since I have a choice." The Goddess game him a small smile and petted him lovingly. "So be it." She whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead.

A white light filled the spot where Sam and the Goddess was, everyone had to cover their eyes from the brightness. When it died down, all the wolves were gone and where Sam and the Goddess had been, only Sam remained kneeling on the ground, fully human and thankfully clothed.

Dean immediately crouched down beside his sibling and took in every part of him, making sure he was okay. "Well?" he asked expectantly and for a moment Sam just stared into the air, but then he turned to Dean with a half happy, half sad smile on his face. "I'm human."

Later that day

"So where are you going to next?" Bobby asked as he had the Winchester's sitting down at his kitchen table. It had been a couple of hours since Sam had been 'humanized' again and things had been quiet. John seemed happy enough that his son was human, so did Dean, but of course Sam was still mourning the loss of it, but Bobby could see that he was happy too underneath the small smiles and brooding looks.

Sam shrugged and leaned back in the chair. "There's a case down in Richardson, Texas, a haunted house. Some kids said they went in there and found a body, but by the time the cops showed up, the body was gone." He explained and Dean nodded approvingly at the idea of a normal hunt again after all of this craziness.

"What about you, Jonh?" Bobby asked, already knowing that the eldest Winchester wasn't going to join his children for a hunt like this. He was still too obsessed with catching the demon. Especially know after it had taken Sam once.

John sighed and clearly knew that Dean and Sam had expected him to stick with them for a while. "I'm gonna pick up the trail after the demon." he announced and received sighs from both of his sons. "So you're not gonna stick with us, after everything that's happened?" Dean asked and for once it wasn't Sam that was asking those questions.

"Dean, the demon still needs to be killed. It came after Sammy! It could do it again if it wanted to!" he yelled at Dean and he was about to yell back when Sam stopped him. "Stop guys!" he yelled himself and both of them sat down. "Dad, it's okay, I understand I guess." Dean frowned at him. "It is?" he questioned and received a glare from Bobby.

Sam looked at his brother for a moment then sighed. "Did you really think he was gonna come with us on an easy hunt like this? We don't even need him on it so why would he come?" Dean had to admit that it sounded logical. "Fine, but at least pick up your phone from now on?" he practically commanded and pointed at his father who smile and nodded. "Yes, I'll pick up my phone."

All of the Winchester's packed their things and went outside and stuffed their duffels into their cars. Dean had to make a big scene about how long it had been since he had been with his baby to lighten up the mood and even kissed the car and stroked the hood of it, much to Sam's amusement.

"Remember to call now, idjits!" Bobby shouted while the others waved and got into their cars, he shook his head and laughed when Dean honked at him and waved happily and started driving away.

Sam leaned close to the window and watched as they drove out of the salvage yard. It felt weird because this was the first place since Palo Alto they had stayed in for more than three days. And also they had stayed here during his childhood and it was his second home after the Impala and it always felt weird leaving.

"Hey, you okay there, wolf boy?" Dean punched him playfully in the arm and Sam smiled. "Not a wolf anymore, Deano." He stated and leaned back in the seat. "And I'm fine." He added and looked out the window again.

Dean though glanced at his brother and could see that he wasn't entirely okay. "You really think it was for the best, becoming human again?" he questioned and looked at Sam, who just kept looking out the window. "Yeah…" he breathed and closed his eyes. "I don't think things would've ever been the same again if I'd stayed a werewolf. Imagine driving across states with a hyperactive dog." He said and Dean got the picture.

Sam sighed and closed his eyes with his head resting against the cool window. "Wake me up when you wanna eat." He told his brother and Dean nodded and put in a Lynyrd Skynyrd tape with "Simple man" playing first and he could even see Sam smile, knowing that even his brother had missed the road.

On the edge off the forest, on a small hill overlooking the main road from the salvage yard, two persons looked as the black Impala drove away from them. "My lady, might I ask something?" the tall man asked the woman beside him. "No, of course not my child" She answered in a soft voice and continued watching the car drive away.

"Not to be disrespectful, but… why didn't you do it? Why didn't you make him human?" he asked and saw the woman cock her head to the side and licked her lips for a moment, but she didn't answer.

The Goddess watched as the car disappeared from sight and closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and let it out with a smile on her face. "Because I have a feeling he will need his wolf side one day and I might not be around to give it back to him."

THE END!

It's been a fun story to write and I'm very thankful for everyone that read it, reviewed it, put it on alerts and added it to favorites. I thank you all so much for staying with me through the story and I hope everyone enjoyed it and wasn't too sad about the way that it ended(or the fact that it's ended now). Also thanks to a friend – don't know why I'm thanking her – for reading some chapters before I posted them.

On a happy note, I might write a sequel….