Title: My maker

Warning: slash Dean/OC AU

own nothing, Exept Nathanael i claim him hehe

a/n ramble: I did this story focusing more on Dean and my new character Nathanael. Not so much focus on the other Winchester men. It's a little slow in the beginning but its just cuz you will know how it like started...

And I did a little banner, change xx to tt and remove the space.

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Sam gave a startled sound as he pushed his father away that snorted at him in return. "What the hell are you doing!" Sam yelled, desperately wanting to strangle his father after he scared the living shit out of him. His father had always been worn of the years on the road, but now he seemed even more tired, even more defeated. It was a fact Sam didn't want to acknowledge just yet. You always wanted to se your father as being invincible.

John Winchester glanced around him, it was a nice apartment for a collage student. He snorted, feeling a little bitter over the fact that Sam never really needed him for anything. "Language." He scowled reflexively.

"Sam?" John twirled around to se a young female with blond hair and dressed in shorts and a worn smurf t-shirt that been chopped to a top.

"Jess..."

"What's going on?" her tone uncertain and self-conscious.

"Nothing... this is... my father." Sam said slowly as if the words were foreign to say. John felt a little colder inside, he really did lose Sam to the normal world, a world where ghost and demons only existed in the world of cinema and nightmares. It stung hard, but he hopped that one day Sam would forgive him for being a terrible father.

"Your dad?" Jess asked it in disbelief as if she didn't believe him.

"Yeah, dad this is Jess." Jess seemed uncomfortable being so exposed, but John never really looked at her his eyes fixated at Sam.

"We need to talk... in private" John said with authority ignoring the little presentation.

"No. Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me and Jess." Sam replied knowing pretty well that he was on a dangerous path.

"It's about Dean." Sam's eyes widen wide. Dean, what could have happen to Dean? His mind started to spin at every worst scenario out there.

"What about Dean?" He choked out questionly, feeling a cold hand twist in his stomach.

"He's missing." Sam wanted to puke, but he left his father… maybe Dean had gotten the guts to do the same.

"Maybe he wanted to be free from you." Sam snarled. He took a step back seeing his father's eyes narrowing dangerously down at him, warning him if he didn't show respect he would get his ass kicked in a literal since.

"He's been gone for almost three years." Sam blinked a couple of times making sure he heard correctly.

"Excuse me? He's been gone for three years and you didn't tell me!" Sam lashed out walking straight up to his father using his inches to seem intimidating but his father wasn't afraid of him, not even close.

"I'm telling you now." John Winchester said calmly. Sam was about to scream at him when he barked. "You never tried to contact yourself!"

"I thought he didn't want to talk to me..." Sam said a little bitter. As children they were as close as brothers could be. In the teenage years they spitted up, and nothing was the same way, but they were still close. Sam could always count that Dean would back him up at anything. Jess looked worried at the two men. "Are you sure he didn't just leave?" he asked it like a child asked if there really were a Santa Claus.

"He was on a job, he was talking to me on the phone, and the last I heard was a scream." Sam buckled over, Dean never screamed, even if he was in agony he was he never screamed. Dean wouldn't give the beast or demon the satisfaction of watching him suffer.

"Jess would you excuse us?" she nodded and left the two men alone in the dark living room, "wha? Are... is he..."

"Dead? No I don't know why he hasn't contacted me, but fellow hunter saw him less then a year ago back up east."

"Why hasn't he...?" Sam reached for the phone and called Dean's cell something he didn't dared do before. "The phone is off." He stuttered out.

"I know." John rubbed his face tired and sighed.

"Dad what the hell is going on! What was the job?" Sam grabbed his father shoulders not to shake him, but to have him for support as he felt his knees weaken.

"He was on a job up north, we thought it was a Wendigo… he just disappeared."

"He went alone?" Sam asked in disbelief they were never allowed to go on a hunt alone it was too dangerous without backup.

"Well his backup left." John barked angry and Sam narrowed his eyes at him

"Don't go there." He warned "what about Dean?"

"I need your help Sam." John said slowly, it was the hardest thing he ever asked his son, ever. He was a proud man but here he was at his son's home begging for help.

"What?"

"Did I stutter, I need your help to find your brother."

"Maybe he doesn't want to be found."

"You don't get it Sam, Dean always contacted me every single day. The call… that scream, I've never heard him scream like that Sam… I thought he died… that's a thought no parent ever wants to think."

"Why didn't you contact me earlier?"

"I've tried but you didn't pick up the damn phone Sam. All I want from you Sam is your help to find your brother. Then you can go back to this life cuz I don't give a damn." Sam blinked in stunned. Their fight had been loud and nasty for weeks, before he finally took the courage to pack his things and leave without a single glance. Nevertheless, that stung harder then he thought it would.

(Then pretend the rest of the show happened ;)

Sam gasped for air and saw his father glance at him one of his hands was on his chest. "Nightmare?"

"Yes" was all Sam said but then bit back his pride "no, no nightmare…" Sam closed his eyes, "it was a… vision again." He stumbled out then dared to glance at his father that rubbed his tired eyes.

With a tired sigh he asked, "About what?"

"A man… a young man with dark chess brown hair… these eyes… these light blue eyes… he wasn't human dad. There were…. A wolf around him… in this big… mansion... he looked straight at me with a… wicked grin as if mocking me."

"So… you're sure it was a vision?"

"Yes… I have this feeling that he knows where Dean is." That caught John's attention he grabbed Sam and shook him hard.

"Any clue where! Sam!" John didn't care the wince of pain on Sam's features "Sam tell me! What else!"

"No more that that!"

"Try harder this about your brother Sam!"

"Don't you think I know? We've been searching for him for five months without any luck!" Sam yelled angry and banged the dashboard, "don't you think I want to find Dean? Huh? He's my brother, my best friend so don't fucking act like I don't want him back!" Sam screamed tears falling from his eyes.

John let go of his youngest and sat back in shame "I know Sam… I am his father… I just wish… forget it." John said defeated and sighed deeply.

"North… we need to go north." John Winchester didn't need more, he fired the engine on that started to purr and they drove off on the dusty road.

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Dean stretched his lean golden body lazy and grinned mischievous, his lip got caught between his white pearl teeth and he gracefully started to crawl over to his lover that smirked into his pillow, faking to be asleep on his stomach. Dean puffed air out from his lungs, making a sound like you were about to clear your throat. His lover was so damn quick to grab his wrist and pin him down on the bed. Dean cackled and tried to squirm out from the grip, but it was impossible. He pouted at his lover, knowing that his lover had somewhat of a weak spot for him.

"Nathanael," Dean whined and stopped squirming and settled for pouting, he offered his best puppy look at his lover that smirked wolfish, his white teeth showing. Dean looked into the shining light blue eyes. Nathanael was intoxicating, he gave him a run for his money. Beside him he wasn't longer the most beautiful in the room. Not even close. Best compare was that he was in black and white while Nathanael was in color.

Nathanael smirked down at his lover, he had a weak spot for Dean, that much was obvious. Dean was the only one that was allowed to share his bed. To share his life with, his power with, a power Dean never used. The others in the clan were jealous of Dean, he knew this, but they could be replaced Dean couldn't be replaced.

Dean was dangerous but so tempting, so beautiful, so perfect. Nathanael only had to use one hand to pin Dean down. He was the strongest of them all, always would be a leader. He was the top alpha, the leader of the wolf clan's, the leader of his tribe forever. No one could try to take his position, even if every single out there would attack at the same time, he would win without breaking a sweat. He was the first and he would remain to be the last standing wolf.

His other hand stroked the outlines of Dean's chest with a greedy hand, he heard a moan escape from Dean's lips that seemed to scowl himself for being so damn easy, and Nathanael could feel his smirk widen.

Dean stared into the lascivious twinkle in Nathanael's eyes and narrowed his eyes at him in mock anger. Dean smiled his infuriating innocent grin then blinked innocent at Nathanael that didn't buy into it. Dean licked his lips, looking away, and yawned bored as if this game bored him. It was hard to act like it when Nathanael was sexy in a such incomprehensible way, which made Dean curse him for making him feel so out of control.

Nathanael chuckled and released his hold on Dean, and sat down on the bed and averted his eyes towards the big oak door and sniffed, he could scent the others downstairs playing around they were no issue yet. He knew what Dean was up to, but allowed Dean to have his little fun, Dean leaped at him and pinned him down smirking cocky as he was on top for first time… well if you didn't count when Dean rode him.

He faked a gasp and chuckled, "Aww feeling nostalgic when you were on top?" Nathanael conned and smirked his immodest famous smirk his eyes shining in the dawn's light.

"Perhaps," Dean replied honestly but joked it out. He leaned down for a kiss and Nathanael crooked his head up. Dean smirked and pulled away with a mischievous smirk. Quickly he made a dash for the door but Nathanael was quicker and pushed him so he slammed his chest into the door and a loud uff sound came from Dean's lips.

"Where ya think you're going?" Nathanael asked husky pinning Dean's arms above his head and Dean's eyes fluttered close as he felt Nathanael's dick press harder against his ass. Once again, he scowled himself as he whimpered.

"Nowhere." He whispered husky, and gasped as he was twirled around in a haze move. Dean stared into the light blue eyes in awe and blinked in daze. Many fell for Nathanael many fell for his charm, his smell, for anything, for any part of him. Dean licked his lips and attacked Nathanael's lips hungry and his arms went around Nathanael's neck hugging him close as he let him go. They backed up to the bed where Dean was on the bottom and he pushed himself higher up on the bed.

Nathanael was an Alpha male, even humans could sense that and surrender their power to him quickly. Even if he wasn't 6´9, with muscular big as footballs, he vibrated with power and status, Dean kissed him hungry maybe to devour some of that ancient power and dark secrets.

Nathanael couldn't help but to smile at Dean that carefully almost gentle touched his lips with a finger, and then Nathanael rolled so Dean could be on top. He watched in awe but also in awareness as Dean cherished him. His hands stroked his light bronze skin with love, not in lust or passion but with love. How his fingers scraped against his messy thick dark brown hair that poked everywhere. How his hands stroked his arms, clasping their hands his arms stretching out in the air.

Dean was in total awe almost in a dream world as he stroked Nathanael's skin worshiply, he felt his heart beat calm, then it hit him as a ton of bricks, he was in love with Nathanael. He scrambled away in fear no he wouldn't love again, the first time hurt too much too fast. Nathanael looked confused and sat up and reached for him but Dean backed away and scrambled his pants on. "Dean?"

"I can't do this anymore." Dean choked out and grabbed his shirt as Nathanael stood up, then stood in front of him. With a finger under his chin, he made him look into his eyes and Dean kicked himself for feeling his eyes water. "I can't."

"Why not?" Nathanael didn't want it to stop, he had shared bed with many thousands. However, never his bed, never for this long… perhaps a week or two but no more then that, not like with Dean… Sometimes there was no raw passion but tender love. "What do you fear? Who?" he asked the last a little dark, he would rip out the heart out of them with his bare hands and feed on their flesh.

"I'm not afraid!" Dean whispered harshly but his body language revealed him as his eyes that would forever be a mirror to his emotions.

"You are under my protection." Dean knew it was the truth anyone that was under his protection couldn't be touched by any without getting their heart and heads ripped off. Nathanael kissed Dean's wrist but mostly on the burn mark that showed that, he truly was under Nathanael's protection.

"Can you protect me from you?" Dean asked looking into Nathanael's eyes that frowned at him concerned.

"I'm not going to harm you." He couldn't understand, it wasn't some of Dean's games. He didn't understand why Dean reacted like this, one second he was cherishing him looking at him… looking at him in a way... With love. It dawned to him, he understood now. Dean feared for his heart. It was often said a woman's heart was a fragile thing. But the thing was, the male heart is a fragile thing too, they didn't like to give it away at all, they would fight to the last tooth before they would give it to anyone, and even then they just gave a small part of their heart. A man that gave his entire heart was rare. Very rare.

"Just forget it." Dean replied backing away slowly and to the door, "se ya around." Nathanael could clearly hear the goodbye in Dean's voice.

"Gonna hunt?" he asked in somewhat in hope. He wanted Dean to return to his bed now before it was too late, before Dean would decide that he never wanted to return to his bed ever again. He knew that many had loved him with all of their passion, some even died for him but he never loved them, he never was capable for it. However, he did care about Dean, he never cared about anyone like this.

It was dangerous, it would be a weakness he didn't want to have. Maybe Dean was doing them both a favor. "No," once you were in the pack, you couldn't leave it for long, it was your family. Nevertheless, you could go on your own, but others could smell which clan and pack you belonged too and could decide to drive you away from their territory if they didn't want your kind there.

Nathanael didn't want to let him go but nodded and smiled weakly crooked, "remember you do have a home here Dean, a home you must return to." Dean smiled and that boyish twinkle Nathanael loved came back in full force. "I want you back." Nathanael said stern, it almost surprised him how true it was.

"Aww I didn't know you cared." Then he became serious, "bye." He stole a quick kiss from Nathanael that gave it gladly to him and watched as Dean walked out. He grabbed his cloths and pulled them on, he walked slowly to the stairs and looked down as Dean walked pass the clan that sniffed him and he grinned boyish at them and said nice getting now ya guys. Before giving them the finger and making a run for it laughing mischievous as Blake growled at him playfully, Nathanael couldn't stop his grin and shake his head amused. Even if they envied him, they couldn't help but to fall for his boyish charm and devil may care attitude.

The clan looked up at him that walked down the stairs looking at them all, few that had been wrestling froze others that was fighting over a kill froze, all of them searched for approval. Nathanael did a gesture with his hand and they continued, he walked outside watching Dean's Impala drive off. He could smell Dean for mils and mils and he closed his eyes and frowned as he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

With a howl, he called for the others making them ready for a hunt.

Dean watched the review mirror in a somewhat farewell of a chapter in his life. His hands searched for the box with cassettes and pushed one in. He grinned crooked as Alice Cooper Poison played he shook his head and murmured, "goodbye Nathanael." He sobered up and watched the road in front of him, he had work to do and all the time in the world to do it.

tbc