"That's impossible," Bobby exclaimed shaking his head, he took in the state of the cabin, the blood that littered the floor and the two vampires that were currently perched on the love seat holding each other like the other was going to vanish before their eyes. Had he had known that Benny's old pack was tracking them then he would have never have left the vampires on their own. Since the Pack lands had been destroyed he had managed to get out in tact with Ellen and Benny. They had travelled in hopes of finding the means to stop Adam but all they had found was a dead end. Deciding to take shelter in the cabin in hopes of having some sanctuary without having to go too far away from the lands. "No," he added shaking his head his eyes staring down at the clumps of white fur that were covered with blood that were sitting on the ruined table. "No I know what I saw."

"I know what I saw too," Benny defended his eyes tightening around Lenore who seemed to be shaking in his grasp. "It was him."

"No," Bobby declared. "I can't believe that, I won't," he turned his back on the pair and the fur not wanting to see it anymore. "He wouldn't do that. Not to the pack…not to…" he trailed off as tears pushed at his eyes threatening to fall.

"How's our boy doing?" Benny asked his voice lowering as guilt seemed to be eating away at him, guilt that they all shared whenever they mentioned his name or current predicament.

"Four years," Bobby growled. "Four years he has had him…," he shook his head pushing past the emotions that were boiling over, he could feel his wolf push at his skin but he needed to remain in control. He had to keep the promise he had made if he had any chance of seeing him again or even helping him in any way that he could. "He's…surviving…just," he coughed pulling his hat off of his head and sinking down into the nearest seat that hadn't been destroyed in the previous altercation. "I don't know what to do…" he sighed placing the hat on his knee.

"Only he can help," Benny declared. "We just have to get him."

"Did they knock the sense from your head?" Bobby shouted. "You see one wolf and think its Dean. Dean is dead."

"Why would a random white wolf help us?" Lenore spoke up. "They were going to kill us Bobby…without him…" she trailed off.

"No!" Bobby pushed himself to his feet his hat falling to the floor in the rush. His eyes flashed dangerously his wolf pushing to the surface with the uncontrollable rage starting to fill his system. "No, I won't believe it."

"It was Dean, I'm sure of it."

"THEN WHERE HAS HE BEEN!?" Bobby seethed. "IF HE IS ALIVE WHY HASN'T HE BEEN HERE? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WOULD JUST LEAVE…"he could feel his skin start to bubble with his wolf pushing further at his unravelling seams wanting his freedom with every moment that his anger continued to rise. "If he is alive why hasn't he helped him?" he added trying to control his emotions once more.

Benny kissed the top of Lenore's head as he pushed away from her so he could straighten to his full height. He reached out towards the older wolf who snapped at the unwelcomed touch. "Bobby…"

"No I don't want to hear it…" Bobby growled throwing off of his jacket before he landed onto the ground on all fours not bothering to even undress. He snarled at the vampires before running out of the ruined front door leaving the pair standing watching his retreating back.

…

He stared at his reflection fighting the nausea that was bubbling through him. He stared at the yellowing bruise under his eye, already fading from the night before though the marks on his hip will take longer considering how rough his…the Alpha had been with him last night. It seemed that whenever his heat had hit it would take twice as long to get through it compared too…no…he couldn't think about that…god how could he not.

He didn't sleep much anymore, he didn't eat much hell he didn't do much of anything anymore. It was like he was living out this life in an out of body experience, he could feel everything that was happening but it was like there was no spark inside of him anymore. He spent most of the time trying to bury himself in his memories, to drown his attention of the image of bright green eyes that shone with so much love and affection he felt like he could quite happily die basking in that feeling…a feeling he would never get again. That day played in his head every time he closed his eyes…seeing his…his mate die in front of him…it was a daily reminder of how much he had failed his Alpha. Of how fucked up his situation was right now. He had been given one perfect year and he would always remember that year with the man who he called mate. His life had been destroyed the moment his mate had left this world.

Sam drew himself out of his thoughts, his shaking hand reached up to brush his hair back, a lot shorter than what he used to wear it but he didn't care anymore. His whole wardrobe was full of tight fighting suits and black ties. He was made to look the part of trophy omega and all his fight had left him. There was no point in trying anymore, all he wanted to do was make his life less horrible so it was usually easier to let the Alpha get his own way. He refused to associate the word mate with that monster…yes he might have claimed him…he might own his body but he would never own his heart. He would always be Dean's and that would never leave him as long as he may live. He only had one reason to live. One reason why he kept breathing and didn't end it years ago.

He continued to adjust his appearance in the mirror, his hand brushing against the thick silver collar that Adam kept locked tight around his throat. A daily reminder who he belonged to and who controlled his wolf. He could constantly feel the silver running through his system, not a high enough dose to kill him but enough to make him feel like he was floating. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually been able to shift by himself, on a full moon he was thrown into a silver cage in the dungeon and left to prowl in there on his own while the Alpha led the rest of the pack on a hunt, a hunt to find humans to turn or hunters to kill. So he didn't care about being left behind, in fact he revelled in it. He didn't want to kill anyone or take part in the Alpha's mission to create the biggest pack that had ever existed in creation.

He sighed and turned away from his reflection in disgust not recognising the face that stared back at him anymore. He grabbed his jacket throwing it on and making sure that there wasn't a single line or fleck of dirt on it. Adam was hosting an important event and he would hate it if Sam didn't turn up looking his best. He always enjoyed parading him around the place like he was a million-dollar work of art rather than a person. After all he considered that was his life now, all he was good for was being an accessory on the Alpha's arm and it was that which was keeping him alive.

Sighing he plastered a fake smile on his face and knocked on the heavy wooden door that lead to their bedroom. He heard the key turn in the lock as his 'bodyguard' opened the door with a permanent sneer. His eyes roamed Sam's body before nodding his head and moving to the side to let the omega pass. Ignoring the feeling of the man's eyes on his ass he walked down the long corridor in the mansion in which he had managed to leave behind five years ago.

After the pack lands had been sacked Adam had ordered those who had been closest to Dean to be executed while the others had been forced to watch. Benny had made a break for it with Lenore and Sam to this day didn't know whether he had made it or not. Bobby had been allowed to live along with Ellen because it gave Adam leverage over Sam. He saw his father once a month, normally right after his heat so that the elder man could see Adam's marks on him. He always cherished those moments he could have with Bobby, even if it only lasted an hour or so. The rest of the pack had been given a choice, either join them or die. Many had left their homes, the destroyed land to come live in the grounds of the mansion, strengthening Adam's claim as a pack Alpha. Those who came with them always looked at him with sadness in their eyes…he tended to avoid his own pack. He didn't need reminding on what they all lost.

He felt it every day in his heart.

He came to a stop outside of the dining hall where he could hear loud voices laughing along probably to some joke that Adam had made. His 'bodyguard' or should I really say jailer opened the door and ushered him inside.

All heads turned in his direction, ignoring the staring eyes he walked over to the Alpha's side and offered his lips to which the man pulled him in for a deep kiss. Ignoring the sick feeling of how wrong this was he waited until the Alpha was down before they pulled apart. Adam smiled at him his eyes gleaming at the bruises on his face clearly proud of the damage he had done during their mating the other night when he was in heat.

"You look good," Adam whispered his words dancing across Sam's skin making it crawl. "Isn't it better when you obey?" he added.

Merely nodding his head Sam waited for Adam to take his seat before sitting at his right hand side. He lifted his eyes from the table and had to stifle the shock at the familiar faces that were staring back at him. Many of those people he hadn't seen since the hunter invasion…there was no doubt sitting at their table were the remnants of the were council. His heart started to hammer in his chest as his eyes locked on the furious ones of Anna.

"What is the meaning of this?" she hissed gesturing towards Sam.

"Do you not like omegas at the table, I can get him to kneel?" Adam declared ready to force Sam onto the floor, not for the first time either.

"He is another's," Anna added pushing herself to her feet. "You claimed another Alpha's mate?"

"A dead Alpha," Adam laughed. "My brother stole my mate from me so I got him back and he got a bullet in his pretty little head."

Sam tightened his hands into fists fighting the anger that was pushing to the surface at the mention of his mate. The image of Dean's dying eyes floated through his head making its way to the front. He didn't want to see it…not again…not when he was awake as well.

"You admit you killed him?" Anna replied throwing her napkin onto the table all façade of familiarity seeming to fall away.

"Not my hand or bullet but yes, he had it coming and now I am leader of the Winchester pack being the only surviving member of my family. My father I killed myself, was a mistake but a juicy bonus."

Anna growled the rest of the council pushing to their feet. "Then I sentence you to death for the murder of two Alpha's and the corruption of a pack," she declared the council getting ready for the impending fight Sam sensed brewing.

"People have tried to kill me," Adam added. "Just doesn't seem to work out for them."

He gestured to the double doors and instantly they flew open with about twenty pack members, all in their wolf forms bounding in. Their teeth were bared towards the council each and every one seemed hungry for their blood.

Sam felt frozen in his seat, he wanted to help Anna, he really did but what could he do?

"Anna Anna Anna, you should have kept Zachariah, he was always good to do business with."

Anna snorted. "I should have known it was you that freed him. Dean always did warn me about you."

"At least my brother had some sense in his head."

"Not enough to have killed you."

Adam laughed pulling the collar of his shirt down to show the scared skin underneath, there were a perfect set of canines imprinted on the skin. It seemed that when Dean had ripped his throat out he managed to do enough damage to make a permanent impression. Something that Sam looked at on a daily basis to encourage him to keep going, if Dean could do that to Adam then he wasn't invincible, he just prayed someone would come along and end the Alpha to put him out of his misery as well. He just hoped he would be able to find his mate in the afterlife.

"Times are changing Anna," Adam said pulling his collar back into place and grasping hold of Sam's hand. "The human's reign is coming to an end and we will be the majority," with his free hand he picked up his glass of red wine sipping it slowly between sentences. "I will lead the wolves to power, I will burn this world to the ground if I can't get what I want. And you Anna, you are in my way," he placed his glass on the table and gestured to his pack to get closer to the female. "I will lead the were council," he added as though an afterthought. "I will restore power to our race rather than keep us hidden away like we are nothing. This will be the age of the wolf," he laughed his wolves getting closer to Anna who was looking at Sam like he could help her. "Any last words."

"Fuck you," Anna responded. "If you think the world is going to fall easily."

"Oh I really hope it don't, not like my brother did," he grinned. "I want a challenge," he flicked his wrist and the wolves pounced.

Sam didn't even flinch as her screams echoed throughout the manor. His eyes staring at her being pulled apart limb from limb though all he could see was those green eyes he had come to love as he lost himself in his head once more.

…

Bobby seethed as he ran through the woods, kicking up dust when he ran and destroying any branches that were in his way. He followed his nose, searching for the scent he had recognised instantly. He was going to kill that Alpha. He was going to give him a painful death for letting them go all through these years…

He came to a stop outside of a hidden cave, he could hear movements inside and he knew that he had come to the right place. Without thinking he bounded in with his head held high, he didn't care if he seemed like a threat he wanted that boy to know that he meant business.

He walked further in, his wolf eyes easily seeing in the darkness until he came across a form huddled in the corner of the cave. His head was buried deep into the carcass of what looked to be some kind of bear, blood was pooling out of the creature and stained the previous fur to which Bobby knew had to be white. The scent was the same as he had always known. Growling he lowered his head in warning when the other wolf didn't seem concerned at his presence.

'You son of a bitch,' he growled low in his head mentally projecting his words to the wolf who seemed to slow in his consumption of the animal suddenly aware that he wasn't alone anymore. Green eyes peered at him and it was taking all of the elder Alpha's self-control not to tear the younger Alpha apart. The wolf was slowly chewing the chunk of meat it had still in its mouth, its eyes were staring at him like he wasn't sure what was going on. 'Did I interrupt your precious dinner' Bobby growled taking a step closer to the white wolf who pushed to its feet jumping in front of its food like all he cared about was his stomach. 'So this is what took up your time the last four fucking years!' he added taking a step closer ignoring the other wolf's warning growls. 'Finish your food it's not like you have a brother to kill or I don't know…A MATE!'

Bobby leapt towards the wolf his teeth grasping at the Alpha's throat, closing around tight enough to attempt to get him to submit. Underneath him the white wolf growled angrily, his paws reaching up attempting to push him off of him which made Bobby sink his teeth in harder, a move he had seen John do years ago when he wanted to control his stubborn pup. 'WHY HAVENT YOU HELPED HIM? YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME! YOU STUBBORN BASTARD! WINCHESTER'S LOOK OUT FOR THEMSELVES AND FUCK THE REST OF US!' he begins to shake the wolf attempting to get some kind of response rather than this static silence. 'YOU ARE PACK ALPHA AND YOU HAVE LEFT THEM IN HIS HANDS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?'

The white wolf seeming to have had enough yelped as he sank his own teeth into Bobby's leg causing the older Alpha to snarl. His grip on the white wolf loosened enough so that he could wiggle free of Bobby's teeth. He growled as he turned his back on Bobby, ignoring the blood pouring from the bite wound to settle down in front of his food.

Bobby stared at him in disbelief…what? He couldn't believe that Dean would actively ignore him, think that this whole fight was over some food…what was going on?

'Dean' he called out but still there was no response not even a hint of recognition from the other Alpha.

Calming down he allowed himself to shift back into human, the white's wolf attention was focused on him the whole time and he almost looked surprised to see a human standing in front of him rather than a wolf.

Not caring that he was naked he lowered himself to a crouch and held his hands out in front of him to show that he wasn't a threat. "Dean." He called out using his voice this time. The wolf snorted and cocked its head to the side to show that it was listening however his eyes gave no indication of the words making sense. "Dean," he tried again and still there was nothing.

An unsettling feeling washed over him. There was no doubt that the wolf in front of him was Dean, the scent was too familiar to ignore but why didn't he recognise him? He should have felt that they were pack from the moment that he had entered the cave.

It was like…like…

Dean didn't know who he was….

TBC (Thank you all for your kind reviews, I'm really enjoying writing this sequel and I hope you enjoy it as much as the first story. As always let me know what you think and I will see you all in chapter three!)