Chapter - 2

Sam waited until he was sure sufficient time had passed for Dean to have showered and dressed before he knocked on his husband's bedroom door before opening the door and going in, his hands shaking as he did so and his temples beading with sweat.

Dean was sitting in an armchair, holding a manila folder in his hand and a cup of some steaming beverage in the other and he looked up when the door opened and his lax posture fell away immediately to be replaced with clenching jaws as his eyes narrowed at Sam.

Sam gulped audibly as he'd never been inside Dean's room before in his entire life and now the room's saturated scent of pheromones made his breath stutter in his chest as he felt a low pleasant curl in his belly as his body automatically responded to Dean's scent permeating the air and getting into his lungs.

"What are you doing here?" Dean's tone was whiplash scorn and Sam's eyes prickled but he blinked rapidly so as he wouldn't do something as embarrassing as cry in front of this man, this man who had rejected him time and time again and called him disgusting.

Mustering up all the courage he could because he was not some typical omega with no backbone who turned tail and ran the minute an alpha became displeased at them, he stood taller drawing up to his full height knowing he had the advantage in height as he cleared his throat once and said "We have to talk."

Dean scoffed and said "I don't think so"

Sam sighed and tried to breathe through his mouth so his olfactory receptors wouldn't find Dean's scent so damn appealing and said "This is important, I won't take much of your time, please hear me out" Sam went with appeasing because it wouldn't take much for Dean to throw him out forcibly and he wanted Dean to listen and to sign the papers if he was ever going to be free again.

Dean frowned not knowing where his accursed husband and he cringed even thinking the word wanted to say to him that could be so important. As far as he knew Sam had never had the balls enough to come into his room in all these years at least when Dean was around and he was curious despite himself and he said mockingly "Alright, talk"

Sam opened his mouth trying to find a way to say this without having to say it and finally he just closed his mouth walked forward and held out the annulment papers to Dean.

"What's that?" Dean asked growing more curious and wondered if it was documents for house mortgage payments, they looked like legal documents and Dean wondered whether Sam expected him to pay off any debts owed when Sam quietly said "Please read it."

Dean was startled by the expression of resignation on Sam's face and his inner alpha sensed the distress pouring out of every pore in the omega and unwittingly his own eyes softened wanting to comfort.

Dean shook his head a little to clear it and then grabbed the papers looking at them, his eyes widened when he realized what they were and when he looked up Sam bit his lip and his hands were crossed in front of him in a defiant stance.

Dean chuckled throwing the paper's down but the laughter was without humor as Sam backed away two steps and looked confused.

"Annulment? You want a divorce?" Dean asked not able to keep the shock from his voice and Sam looked at him catching his eye as he nodded.

Dean took a slow sip of his coffee and asked "Why now?"

Sam looked surprised at the question and then opened and closed his mouth searching for an answer and finding none, he just thought it was as good a time as any seeing as how he couldn't waste the rest of his life with a guy who didn't want him, even though he was pining away for Dean for the better part of his life.

"I'm giving you what you want, why are you…" Sam complained instead and Dean sat his cup down on the table and just looked at Sam.

When he was sure Sam was looking at him eye to eye he asked "What's the catch?"

Sam's brows scrunched in genuine confusion as he asked "What?"

Dean scoffed again, "Cute…trying to play innocent Sammy but what's the catch?"

Sam was momentarily distracted by Dean calling him Sammy before he said "I don't understand."

"Oh I think you do" Dean said and gave Sam a pointed look.

"No I don't" Sam snapped back angry and confused now, why was Dean Winchester making things difficult, couldn't he just read the papers and sign them? Wasn't Sam giving him back his freedom? The opportunity to be finally rid of Sam?

Dean stood up then having had enough of this little miss innocent act on part of Sam and he said "You expect me to believe that you are giving up all this luxury and all this money and give me my freedom back for free?"

Dean's tone was all tightly controlled fury and threat and as he talked he'd walked closer to Sam and now he was standing just inches away from Sam and looking at him with all the contained rage of an angry alpha.

Sam had to try hard to flip off his biological response to shake and plead as he took a step back and after a moment he said "Yes…I don't want anything from you.." but his voice sounded shaky to him as he'd never been in those close proximity to Dean ever since their wedding and it was wreaking havoc on his over-burdened touch starved body that craved constantly for affection and had gotten none in the way of it for so long.

Dean's smile was cold and predatory as he went back to the papers he'd thrown down on the coffee table saying "Let's see what you're lawyers have come up with eh? Half of the shares of Winchester Corp? One of my Manors maybe? A million dollar settlement?"

As he kept talking he read through the document and Sam who was back to being irritated and angry said "I don't want anything from you, I don't want your money or your manors or your cars. I just want my freedom….I…I should have never said yes to the marriage in the first place."

"Funny you realize that now" Dean barked glaring at Sam and this time Sam couldn't help but flinch.

Dean kept reading the papers and when he reached the end his lips curled and his eyebrows drew together in consternation and he looked up, stood and shouted "Is this a joke?"

Sam backed away at once saying "No..I don't understand why you won't sign it, it's what you want, it's what I want…"

"You expect me to believe this?" Dean said waving the papers angrily in Sam's face having managed to catch up to him in under a minute and Sam closed his eyes against the onslaught of Dean's scent.

When he opened his eyes again they were glassy and Dean drew back immediately, almost a knee jerk reaction to seeing an omega hurt.

He didn't follow Sam when he moved back two steps and then listened refusing to drop his glare as Sam said "Listen those papers are genuine, you can have a lawyer consult on them if you want but I'm really not trying to rip off your assets here….I just want an annulment…"

"If you don't want an annulment for the money benefits then why do you want annulment at all?" asked Dean not believing the crap Sam spouted about freedom and whatnot, he was sure this was still a ploy to get his money, who missed an opportunity as ripe as this to lay hands on the Winchester fortune? No one, that's who! And just because Sam looked and sounded quite pathetic didn't mean Dean believed his act for a second.

Sam bit his lip again wondering if he should say it, he knew he sounded pathetic already without having to add this bit in but he had to try, he had to try to convince Dean this was not about money and that he really only ever wanted to move on, leave this life behind, the only life he'd ever known and try again somewhere far away where Dean's presence wouldn't be hanging over him like an even present gloomy rain cloud.

So he sighed and said in one breath, "I just want a chance to move on from this…marriage. I know you don't want me…"

"Damn straight I don't" Dean interrupted harshly and Sam nodded trying not to let that hurt as much as it did, he felt a tight clench in his chest and his throat closed up with hurt but he pressed on.

"I want to move on…start a life somewhere far from here…I promise I won't come back or cause any trouble…I just want to leave…" Sam finished quietly while Dean looked at him with intense scrutiny wondering how dumb Sam thought Dean was if he was going to believe all that he said.

"Get out" Dean said his patience wearing thin and Sam looked up startled.

"But…"

"Get out!" Dean shouted for good measure this time and Sam frowned before backing away and running down the stairs and into the kitchen where his mother and Bobby were waiting for him.

Sam rushed past them tears blurring his vision and shut himself inside his mother's room not wanting to go up to his own grandiose room right that moment.

After he'd calmed down somewhat he told his mother and Bobby what happened and Bobby cursed and before either of him could stop him he was running up the stairs to Dean Winchester's room.

Bobby didn't bother knocking as he entered and Dean turned around from where he was changing into sweat pants for the night and shouted indignant "Bobby! Ever heard of knocking!"

"Shut up boy! I'm not in the mood to deal with your bitching"

Dean looked offended before he said "Ooo—kayy" dragging the word out while wondering what in the hell was wrong with Bobby.

"You know that kid didn't deserve that from you! On top of you treating him like shit for two years!"

Dean's face became pinched and he said "Bobby how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of it?"

"As many times as you want idgit, don't mean I'm listenin!" Bobby drew up his slightly barreled chest in indignation and said in an angry rush, "You know we all thought when that poor kid agreed to marry you that he'd be good for you? Finally get you to settle down and stop whoring yourself to the entire city…" Bobby indicated Dean with a hand gesture and an expression of pure disgust.

"But he's too good for you Dean-o, and you certainly don't deserve him so do us all a favor and let him go! Let him go and find someone who will cherish him for what he is cos he deserves that!"

Dean looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes at Bobby's antics and asked "Did he come running to you asking to intervene?"

"He didn't ask anything! If you're not so stupid and blind you'd see that he isn't exactly making a dent in your finances with his platinum Winchester card! The kid barely uses your money and he works to support himself and pays for the food expenses and for stayin here!"

Dean laughed viciously and even Bobby had to stop and shake his head at the malice in Dean's face, when had he become so damn cruel anyway? The Dean he'd known and loved as a son for so long wasn't capable of such coldness, such meanness.

"Please Bobby, he could sell his entire body weight in twice and still not afford this place."

Bobby had nothing more to say after that, he'd been trying to tell Dean that he should give Sam a chance for two years and all his pleas fell on deaf years and now he was finally done trying to manipulate Dean into liking Sam, the kid truly deserved better.

"If you hate him so much….then let him go" Bobby said and Dean pursed his lips and crossed his arms until Bobby turned around to leave but not before saying "It's like a Gjinn stole your soul Deano…I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you anymore…"

When Bobby was gone Dean walked the short distance to his bed and collapsed on top of it. Something that Bobby said struck his mind as odd and he called his personal assistant Meg and asked her to check the transactions on Sam's master card and give him the details of exactly how much Winchester money he'd spent so far. Dean had asked Meg to warn him if it ever exceeded the limit of thirty grand per month but now he wondered if what Bobby was saying had some truth to it because Meg never had warned him like he'd expected her to within the first few months and after that he'd all but forgotten about it.