Summary: AU. Sam had just quit Stanford after being there for four years, due to a messy end with friends. Dean had just moved to Palo Alto, California, looking for a new start away from his Kansas family. Is it just coincidence that they bump into each other outside of a Bar? Of course not! Alpha/Omega/Beta Dynamics, bottom!Sam, Top!Dean, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Sam, unrelated!Wincest

Words: 1789 Words

Pairings: Sam/Dean, Bobby/Jody, John/Mary, Jo/OFC, Ash/OFC, Adam/Lisa. Other pairings to be determined.

WARNINGS: This fanfic is WINCEST. If you don't like the pairing, then don't read the story. It will possibly get dark, or have a dark background. Don't say I didn't warn you.

~Wincest

~Self-harm

~Abuse

~Homosexuality

Chapter One (Sam)

Black And White

Now life to me, is black and white,

I'll wear these stripes, until the day

I die, but his ball and chain around my leg,

Won't drag me down, won't drag me down, when

I am dead

And when I die and take my flight,

I'll leave behind, this world of Black and White.

October 3rd, 2006 - Palo Alto, California

Sam threw his head back and downed his third shot easily, letting the glass hit the counter with a dull 'THUD'. He raised a hand in the air and wiggled it in a circle, letting the barmaid know he was ready for another shot. She came over, took his glass and got a refill.

Sam sighed and sat his head down on the cold counter, laying his cheek against it.

Only just under a few months ago, he had been amazingly happy. He had the perfect girlfriend, was a straight A-student in Stanford on a free ride, his parents were exceedingly happy of him. That was until he received news that his parents had died in a house fire, one that had started from a spark ignitied in the walls.

Sam's grades started to drop from A's to C's rapidly. He started to go into a state of depression, one that no one, not even Jess, could get him out.

That was another thing that happened. Jessica Moore.

He had loved her like she was the sun to his Earth, the peanut butter to his jelly, his Robin to his Batman. He doesn't know what happened. One day, they're fine then the next, he's coming back to the apartment they shared to find her fucking a guy in their bed. Also, the guy just happened to be Brady, Sam's best friend.

For hours, they yelled, they threw objects at another, they even tried to hit another. It just came to the decision that they weren't meant to be. She packed up all of her stuff and moved out and into another apartment, with Brady.

He don't remember why he did it, but he went into the bathroom that was their's and stared at his reflection in the mirror, and despised what he saw and he was just so enraged. Before he even knew what was happening, his fist was flying into the bathroom mirror and the shards of the mirror were cutting into his knuckles and falling all over the tiled flooring.

Sam stared at his hand for what felt likes hours, watching blood trickle out of the wounds and down his hands. He don't know what came over him, but he grabbed one of the larger shards of the mirror and laid it against his wrist, and slowly dragged it over it. The rough edges of the shard caught on his skin as the shard moved shallowly yet hard against the wrist, and blood trickled to the surface. Sam could say that he didn't feel anything when he did that but he would be lying. It felt as if the wound were releasing all the negative emotions out him and bringing peace into his body. Sam did it once, twice, three times more before he stopped, dropping the shard to the floor and letting his body drop as well, sobbing as his hands got more messed up from falling onto the shards.

Sam shook his head and smacked himself, removing himself from the memories embedded in his mind, even though this only happened over five months ago.

He downed the next shot that was set in front of him and smoothed his dark brown hair that hung down to just below his ears down around his head and got up. He paid the barmaid, tipped her, then headed away from the Beta bar to head home.

Sam is what you would call an Omega. Jess was a Beta.

Everything always came back to Jess. Jess this and Jess that. Goddamn, can she just leave his life permanently.

After Jess and himself had broken up, Sam's grades dropped to major F's. He didn't flunk though. He dropped out. Moved away from Stanford to the other side of town and tried to forget about everything.

As Sam light a cigarette and brought it to his lips, he let a tear stray from his eyes.

Everything just hurt so damn much.

As Sam stood there and smoked the cigarette till it was burned out, he saw a figure across the street. It wasn't moving, just standing there, looking in Sam's direction. Sam rolled his eyes, dropped the butt of the cigarette and turned and walked away from the bar.

He had only got about two blocks away from the bar when hands were felt on his hips and he was pushed against the nearest building and a nose was pressed into his neck while hands tightened on his hips.

He felt and heard the possessive growl leave the body behind him, and a leg was slid in between his thighs.

"Mine!" The word was growled against his neck as the stranger rubbed their hands all over him.

Sam had just about had enough of the man rubbing on him, so he turned quickly brought up his right elbow and jabbed him in the ribs. He heard the man inhale sharply and release his hands on Sam's hips, so Sam took the opportunity to turn himself around and push the man away from him and bared his teeth at him.

The man stared at him shocked, then held his hands up.

"I mean no harm sweetheart." The man said, holding his hands out as if that was going to calm down the situation any.

"You put your hands on me, you mother fucker! I don't think that happened just by accident!" Sam snarled.

That was when Sam got a good look at the man. He had bright green eyes that seemed to have specks of gold in them. He had a slight scruff that was barely noticeable but still could be seen. He had the perfect pink pouty fanfiction lips. The man had hair that was cropped close to his head, a good two inches or so away, and it was styled messily around his head. It fit the man, made him goddamn sexy, though Sam would never admit that out-loud. He had freckles across his nose and cheeks, and it was just enough to be so damn adorable.

The man had muscles that Sam wanted to wrap his hands around and bow legged appearance that made Sam want to hug the man even more. Where in the world was the feeling coming from?

"Okay. Okay! I'm sorry! Can we start over?" The man held out his hands, waiting for a handshake.

"My name's Dean. Dean Winchester." The man- Dean said.

"Samuel Harvelle." He said, not liking the idea of starting over again. He held out his own hand and shook his hand. He almost jumped from the electrical shock he felt travel through his hand.

He jerked his hand back and stared at the man who grinned at him.

"Well. Um. I'm gonna go home now." He said awkwardly after a couple of minutes. Dean's face dropped and he frowned.

"Oh. Okay. I can walk you home if you like?" He asked shyly, which Sam thought was cute, in his head.

"No. No. I'm good. Thanks anyway." He said awkwardly once again and went to walk away when a hand wrapped around his wrist and jerked him into the man's arms. Sam sputtered and fell into the man's chest, and the man wrapped his arms around Sam's back, and squeezed tightly.

"Goodnight Sammy." Dean said.

"Goodnight. And it's Sam." Sam replied, rolling his eyes and heading home, never seeing the smug look come across Dean's face.

Ten minutes later when Sam arrived home, he just wanted to face-plant into his bed and dive into the world of sleep but he knew better than to do that. He got some sleep pants and boxers, headed to the shower and proceeded to be bombarded with images of green eyes and pouty lips. Sam took a very nice cold shower and dressed fast. He went through the pockets of his jeans and sat his wallet and his keys on his bedside table, and took his jeans, and his other dirty laundry to the laundry room, where he dropped the clothes unceremoniously on the floor. He headed back to his room, flicking off the cheap, crappy lights as he went.

As Sam sat down on his bed and put his wallet and keys into the drawer of the table, he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from his wallet. He jerked the paper out and unfolded it and snorted.

On the piece of paper, there was something simple written.

Roses are Red.

Violets are Blue.

My world was black and white,

until I met you.

Call me xx ;) -Dean W.

(650) 555-1320

He doesn't know when he got the time to write it or how he did it, but he didn't care. He sat the paper next to his phone, which he forgot to take with him in the first place, so he could remind himself to put the number into his phone in the morning.

That is if he remembered.

Though the guy was sorta of a possessive asshole, he was nice for the one minute they talked.

A grin crossed Sam's face.

Maybe it was time to forget about the past, once and for all.

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I put warnings for a reason.

I love all my readers :)

~PrettyLittleRose