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Warning: Wincest! Unrelated now but still is Sam and Dean. White Warlock!Sam/Feline Shifter!Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. There is bestiality of sorts, Dean has sex with Sam in Cat form, so it could be construed that way. If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.
Plot: The bed and breakfast is up and running and it's time for the babies to come. And some changes have taken place since they bought it…important ones. Can they fit the new feline panwere Cubs into their normal lives now? And I wonder what concessions they will need to make them a permanent part of the innkeeper's life they have now…
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It was time and the knife was ready.
"Cut, cut now!" Sam said and bit back the pain. "I think they are crowning!"
John carefully cut and freed one baby, handing him to Bobby to clean up. The another, and another, and another. Four of them. Three boys, one girl. All the most precious things they had ever seen. All had 'cat' shaped eyes, like Dean had as a cat but a bit wider with naturally longer lashes that made them look both exotic and catlike, long and lean bodies but strong shoulders and chests already. Tiny claws and fangs showed when they cried and wiggled but they looked human otherwise. Sam had warned them of this. They would have animal characteristics from birth, but some may fade to more human in appearance. Some may stay, born Weres were different than turned ones that way. Some looked more like their animals all the time, while others looked more human; one never could tell. One thing he was sure about, they took their shifting abilities from their fathers, Dean in this case.
Their abilities would be just like his, no matter if they looked more human later or not.
"Cassandra Dorian, Samuel Dante, Jonathon Dean, and Robert Francis Winchester." Sam said as he lay down his head tiredly, holding them with Dean and marveling at them. "Our babies…finally."
He held them to his nipples that had grown there, a spell had done that much for him. It had taken a month or two for them to grow in but it had worked. They drank from him hungrily as their parent's watched them adoringly. "So wonderful, Sammy. You gave me a family…thank you."
"No, I'm a mom, so thank you." Sam said and sighed as they stopped sucking as much. Dean took some of them, John took the others, cooing at them and making them smile as they yawned at the same time. "Our family now…all ours."
"Yes, they are." Bobby said coming up with a towel for Sam to clean up with. "Those going away eventually?" He said motioning to the nipples lining his chest and abs.
"Yes, they get weaned from my milk in two months. They should go away then, and then the kids will go on more solid food then, squishy then harder textured. They should be eating like humans in three months now, tops." Sam said. "I help some shifters with birthing. I'm a shifter midwife, too. So I have to know this stuff." He nodded to them and smiled again. "They will grow quickly. Every three months, they will grow six months, and so on. Be a full year old in six months, up until they are three years old in appearance then start aging like humans do again. The first three years are all for them getting their shifter abilities stabilized genetically; they will have some witch from me as well, so there is that." He then added. "They should have their first shift at puberty, but it will go fast and they won't be able to hold it. At sixteen, they will be able to shift properly, like Dean. Hold their forms for three days, like he does. The magic they get from me won't kick in until twenty-one, that's when my father and I got ours. I was actually pretty normal up until then myself, if you ignore the constant magic training and reading spellbooks all the time, and the lectures and lessons my father insisted on…and that was before I even got my powers and magic, mind you. Afterward was worse, I had to go through real magic training for two years straight after that…but I had to do it to use my powers right, and so will they."
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Six months later, John was paying the bills on one of their 'family' days, one of the three days that they took off so the Weres could shift in private when he felt a tug on a shoestring. He looked down to see a lion cub pulling on it, a cute pink bow in her hair. "Cass, let go! I just bought those, you tore up the other pair…I mean it! I have a spray bottle of water and I'm not afraid to use it." He brandished it and she backed off but still eyed the tempting shoelace with longing he found most amusing. She loved his shoelaces. Johnny, named after his mother, her brother, liked the rubber of his boots. Bob, or little Bobby, liked his slippers, he teethed and chewed them up like starbursts. But Sammy, their favorite, took the cake.
He liked to claim his duffel, the hunter one. He pissed on it frequently, everytime he washed it in fact. John stunk like his grandsons, he'd been claimed and even he knew it. Johnny and Sammy, as he called them, said it was because they loved the smell of the duffel, the weapons and such in it, and John saw the hunter showing in the boy early. They would have a hard time with this one. He was a born hunter, human or not. And he didn't even need a stinky duffel to inform him of the boy's future profession either.
He met him at the door and followed him to the car everytime he went to hunt. He met him when he got back and pestered him until he told him all about his hunt he had been on, the boy eating up every detail. He'd read every journal they had, both his parent's and John's, and he had begged Bobby to teach him how to hunt when he was old enough, his parents and grandfather as well, hell, even the cousins got pestered about their hunts.
It was adorable but a bad sign.
The girl showed no such inclinations, John had seen so far. No inclination to hunt at all. She liked to help the housekeepers make up rooms and they smiled indulgently and let her, often waiting for her before going to do their rooms, and she never failed to show up to join them. She helped them in turns, so no one felt left out. She liked them all. She even spent nights at their houses with them and their families, on non-shifting days of course, and attended school in town with her siblings. She wanted to be a vet or a vet's assistant, maybe work in one of those pet hospitals.
One of the boys, Little Bobby, followed the groundskeepers around and helped them. And helped in the kitchen. Not a hunter either.
Little Samuel, however, tended to follow Johnny around and hence was learning to hunt without knowing it. They went over what Johnny had learned and shared books in corners often, trained and sparred in the garden maze sometimes as human. As animals, they practiced tracking scents and attacks that would incapacitate but not kill with each other and their other siblings, and their parents, who indulged it, since they had to learn it anyway. Sammy was going to hunt, maybe even be his brother's hunting partner. They all saw it coming but prayed they found good mates to love someday for themselves as well.
"John, we're leaving." Dora said and picked up Cass. "You go human, you come see me for the night, understand?" Cass licked her cheek and the woman laughed. "Don't worry, only me and Lenora saw them run in here. The others left hours ago. Lion this time I see, wow. It was mountain lion last time, do they always choose different cats or will they settle on one kind later?" She asked, petting the purring cub in her arms, Cass snuggled in closer at the touches. Miguel held Little Bobby and did the same, reporting he'd gotten the fence around the maze and back yard repaired so they wouldn't worry about the cubs getting out it. He didn't want them hurt or exposed either. Only Lenora, Dora, and Miguel knew the kids and Dean were were-animals and they weren't telling a soul. They also knew John was a hunter and what they did as a hunter's info hub. They even helped out with information gathering from their homes and called it in to John sometimes.
They were grateful to have such great protectors over their little town, even though by looking at them, no one could tell they were anything but humans that owned an inn.
Two strange felines came in glaring at him. Heads tilted and golden eyes on him. "Dorian, Dante, I can't apologize enough…I had no idea their bites could turn you….it should be impossible." A flick of an ear on one told what she thought of his reassurances. "Dante, how could you turn? You were immune to everything!"
Dante grabbed a book with his teeth, then dropped it to the floor, and flipped through it with a claw then shoved it to him, so John read it. "Oh, you and your Pheonix wanted it, so you turned willingly?"
The Cat nodded. "You wanted to run with them, be with them the way they were, so free and happy that way…like a cat?" The Cat nodded again. Clearly Dante wasn't sorry he'd turned. Dorian however was annoyed but didn't hate the cubs for it. They'd nibbled on her a lot and hadn't turned her before, then rather suddenly she had. She wasn't sure how it happened but was getting used to it. They just stayed at the Inn while shifted for safety reasons as needed. "Dean's out back waiting for you. The cubs are heading that way, why don't you go with them and make sure they don't wander off? I hate playing hide and seek with them in this form…they hide far too well for bigger furry bundles…damn them."
He still smiled as they left and went back to signing the deposit forms and saw they indeed were making good money, just as he'd thought they would. They were a popular tourist spot, a romantic must-stay location, and many gay marriages were done here. They tried to keep the rates reasonable and of course, had hidden rooms in the back for hunters that came by to sleep or get patched up.
Life was good, he thought. Better lives than hunters ever deserved. They were lucky that way.
John then went to tend to the visiting leopard he had in a room nearby. He was exhausted and injured, sick still. He'd shown up days ago and Dean had sensed him and went to find him dying in his front yard. They'd taken him in and he'd been that way since. It had been a couple days but he was finally waking up. He'd told them everything before passing out in their arms.
His group, a mixed one of different kinds, several felines, a wolf, and a rabbit surprisingly enough, were all living in a territory when a toxic spill happened outside of town. They'd gotten it cleaned up but not before it killed off some animals after getting in the local water supply and ground water. His group had been poisoned and died, his parents included. He'd only drank a little so he was sick but not dead. He'd been moving for over a week and had caught Dean's scent and went to him instead for help. Hoping he didn't refuse him.
It had taken numerous saline drips and antibiotics, and some creative magic from Sam, but they'd cleaned his system out. He just had to recover now. He was only 19 and a regular leopard Were but he was theirs now. Dean was going to offer him a place with them once he'd woken up the second time. For now he would wait until he was human again then ask. Kid deserved a home, and he'd just lost his only family.
Eleanor floated a coffee to him and sat it on the desk edge for him then, pulling him out of his thoughts. John smiled up at her and saw her gentle smile. "Thank you, Eleanor. How's Lance?" Lance was the Were's name.
"He's sleeping still, but not feverish." Eleanor told him and added. "I refilled his pitcher of ice water for him, I hope that's okay."
"It's good, he needs to stay hydrated when he wakes up." John said. "They are out in the maze again, why don't you go run with them? You know you are always welcome there with them, the Weres love you, dear…go on."
"I will, thank you." Eleanor said and faded. John smiled. She ran with them, not being able to touch them didn't stop her from spending time with them. They didn't mind the no touching thing; she was a part of the family to them by now. A welcome part. Even the staff liked her, although some were more leery around her. None of them were afraid of her though. She had even brought the fact that some wolves were coming to the porch one time to their attention.
They proved nice enough, asking to be able to stay in the Bed and Breakfast for the weekend, for a holiday and maybe use their maze and backyard if they could. They had pups with them. Dean let them pay and stay, and the kids had gotten to know the wolf kids and had become fast friends. They were now allied with them, trusted friends. Dean and Sam even got to be friends with the adults as well. Dorian and Dante as the Weres were friends with them now, too.
Grim was a good Alpha and they were non-lunar so they shifted when they wanted to.
They were late though…John thought checking his watch, they all were.
He was relieved when he heard cars parking and ran out to greet them properly, bowing a little in respect. Grim approached and bowed back. "Welcome, Hidden Thorn Pack." John said as practiced.
"Glad to be welcomed, Dark Claw Clan." Grim said then chuckled. "Now that the formalities are observed…" He teased then hugged John and the others as they approached. Bobby smiled at the man. "Bobby, thanks for the help before. You saved my Beta, thank you."
"Nothing to it, that crazy hunter was going to kill him, I had to help." Bobby said. Gordon had been after his Beta, Jean Claude, a wolf shifter like himself, and Bobby had fought Gordon to get him away from the hunter. He'd been subdued with silver shackles and drugs but he'd gotten him to his car and to Grim, and they'd taken him in, Sam had tended to him. Soon the Beta was at full strength again.
Sam was proving to be a very good Lycanthrope doctor. Grim noticed. He understood them well enough and helped them birth their kids, too. He could heal most of their injuries and illnesses, too. He knew almost everything about them, their anatomies, and their weaknesses. He was a gracious man and had a reassuring bedside manner, too.
He was their only doctor now and they all knew it. For a Warlock, he made a damn good doctor.
The wolves headed in first, undressing in the hallway and shifting, running out to join them. Grim went to see the injured leopard he had scented. "He okay?" He asked, touching his scar on his cheek.
"It was touch and go for a while but Sam got him stabilized and cleaned the toxins from his system with some meds and potions. We got him on the saline to replenish his fluids right now but otherwise he's fine. Once he wakes up, he should shift and he'll be fine." John said.
"What toxin did this?" Grim asked worried, were human using toxins on them now?
"There was a spill and it got in their ground water. It killed his old group but he only drank a little, so he was left sick but alive. He was found on our lawn and we took him in. We are going to invite him to join our group as soon as he wakes up. He's in a medically induced coma for now, to heal up and get well enough to move around better. He was barely able to crawl so we want to be sure he's up to shifting before we wake him up." John said.
Grim felt his head and nodded. "He is wet with sweat, he's sweating out his fever." Grim said then smiled. "Wake him tomorrow, but not until then. He's still too weak. He tries to shift this way and it will kill him. His system isn't strong enough to sustain a shift yet." He'd dealt with this kind of poisoning with others before. "You shift too soon, you die. Your body has to be strong enough to shift, you shift too weak and your body fails on you, it can't finish it's shift. You die in mid-shift, it…it isn't pretty. You end up a mangled half human/half animal mess on the floor, oozing; it's gross. And you die in agony."
"That's what Sam said." John told him as he checked his IV for him. "Supper is at six, your rooms are set up and ready, and your key cards are in the blue envelope on the desk. Your name is on it."
"Heard Dorian and Dante got turned." Grim said heading out with John now.
"Yeah, the cubs bit them. Dante I think did it willingly, Dorian was an accident. Sam's 'capping' their teeth and claws tonight." John said. "They shouldn't be able to turn anyone then. He wasn't aware they were contagious yet."
"They shouldn't have been." Grim said. "They don't start being able to turn anyone until they hit puberty. And they shouldn't have been able to shift yet, first shift should be at puberty. Or they aren't supposed to be. I think Sam's witch genes messed with their development a little, sped it up some on them."
"Probably." John agreed and waved him off as he shifted then ran off to join the others. "I have a potion to brew, want to help, Bobby? It's yours, after all." Sam had a lot of spells but nothing that allowed him to speak with his family in animal form. Bobby had a communication spell he knew of, it let you converse with specific animals, hear their thoughts and them yours.
"On it. Stuff's in the kitchen already. Come on. We need some DNA and twenty mugs for the potion. We should go get some baggies, you label them." Bobby said then went to kitchen for the supplies. They then went to the back and called the Weres together. Once assembled, wolves and cats as well, he told them what he needed. "Skin scraping should be fine. I just need some from a paw."
Each one, starting with the kids offered a paw and Bobby did a light scraping. Then the men did theirs, paws offered as well. And the women at the same time. Then John labeled each baggy by species and name of person. Once they took them inside and put some in each cup, they mixed it in the potion and cooked it on the stove in a pan. The smell of butterscotch and caramel with some vanilla crème filled the house and they all came into see what smelled so good. Bobby chanted the spell over it and it glowed briefly then faded. He poured it into each cup and mixed it in the cup with the scrapings.
Then offered John and Sam some, too. They each drank from each cup until they were gone then waited. Sam anxiously asked as he caressed Dean's back and head. "Say something." He was worried it hadn't worked.
'Sa…' came to his mind and then Sam asked Dean to try harder. 'Sammy…adore you…' came through that time. Then Sam nodded for him to keep trying. John did some of the others, especially the kids. Bobby, too. 'Sammy, can you hear me?' Dean finally got through.
"I can hear you!" Sam said and hugged him tight, his lion-mate purring happily as well. The pups leaped up on John and seemed happy, too. The wolves seemed amazed but content; it made communication much easier this way. "You are a gorgeous lion, baby."
'You're not bad for a human either.' Dean sent back. 'How about we let them babysit for a bit, eh?'
"Um, we all can hear you." Bobby said.
'I figured you might have.' Dean sent back and headed up into the house, Sam followed him with a grin. The others just resolved to stay outside while they played in their room. Grim watched Dorian and Dante walk off with the cubs and pups around them, and noticed how nicely Dorian's kitty ass swayed as she walked away, her tail swishing behind her. She was currently in lioness form and he let out a sexy growl at the sight. She turned to him and rolled her eyes at him, then smiled sexily and kept walking again. Grim decided she might be worth following after all and let her lead him into the maze to play. 'Hey, does this mean we have a Pack Mind now? Like you guys do?' Dorian asked.
'Kind of, the spell lets you see and hear each other's thoughts, that's what we do. So, yeah, I suppose that's what it did.' Grim sent back. 'Lead on, sexy thing, I'd follow you anywhere…' He teased.
'Behave, or I might take you up on that.' Dorian sent back and winked.
'Well, then I'll just have to keep saying it in that case…' Grim teased back. 'Let's race…'
'You're on. Cats will win you know.' Dorian taunted, sure that cats were faster.
Grim took off at a run at that and she and the others followed, some wolves joined in as well. Then the race was on and soon would decide who was faster, cats…or wolves.
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Sam moaned as he felt himself be penetrated, offering himself up for more and Dean slid into him easier and pleasure stole his thoughts. Rough paws rubbed his sides and back as Dean covered him more totally. Sam soon found himself submitting completely to his Cat master's touch, as he'd come to think of it. Dean fucked him easier now, he'd long gotten used to the Cat's way of making love combined with rough sex, but it did call for his submission to make it work, to let the Cat have complete control of his body and his mind, his pleasure only Dean could give him; the only way Dean ever could have.
Love filled him as Dean nuzzled and licked his neck, biting in as they moved, and Sam Stilled under that hold. Dean not breaking skin as he did so but just holding Sam down and at his mercy. His Submission taking over by that point; Dean's Dominance taking the man over and stealing him for his own right then. A small knot formed in his dick, as usual when the animal took his mate and it hooked them together for a while. Dean fucking him harder and Sam crying out in passion and pleasure until it echoed from the walls; pants, moans, snarls, growls, and whimpers came from them from that point on.
Three hours later, they came one last time and the knot eased as its contents flooded Sam's channel finally, freeing them. They ended up cuddling, Sam laying against Dean's kitty chest facing away and his paws holding him close, his paws on Sam's chest as he licked and nuzzled his neck and shoulders, licking his mouth and face as well in love.
"I love you, too." Sam said smiling, eyes half closed and unable to move quite yet. Plus that had been vigorous and he needed a moment to work a spell to heal himself from being sore so the others wouldn't see him wobble or show their sex they'd had; especially their children. Submission had always been one of their little kinks they sometimes explored but the cat needed it to make the sex between them work for the moment, he was waiting until they got more comfortable together to go for the more passionate and relaxed kind. So more often than not, Sam found himself submitting and loving it more and more. It didn't even feel as hard to adapt to Dean's thicker and larger girth for him now. Of course, they had been fucking three times a day, even when Dean was in Cat form, so his body had adapted and learned to take Dean better. To the point he craved sex with the Cat Dean more and more. It was becoming his addiction and they both were caught up in it.
Dean was all there was to his World at these moments, and he never wanted these moments between them to end.
The cat lifted his paws from him and let him go, then Sam got up and showered, then changed into clean jeans and a t-shirt; Dean sitting behind him purring loudly, one very sated kitty. And if he and Sam had any say in it, they would be even more satisfied later, too.
'You're getting better at the sex with me in a Cat form, aren't you, Sam?' Dean said proudly. 'It doesn't hurt at first now.' He noticed Sam took sex with him like a cat the same as he did with him as a human now, easily taking his length in him now and loving it. The Submission was beautiful in his mate now and his cat reveled in his ownership over Sam. Sam belonged to him, no other got near him, none got to touch him in any intimate way. None got to look upon him laid bare that way, open to his mate; all the way into center of their joined souls. He belonged to Sam, too, so that made them even.
The Cat was his Master, Sam's master. And it was a possessive bastard!
Sam read his thoughts and agreed. "Your cat dominates my body, my pleasure is pleasing him, but my heart, my very soul, belongs to you as both the cat and the man, only to you."Sam told him. "I love what we have, Dean, I do. I don't want it to ever change. I won't ever let you go. Don't ever let me go."
'I meant what I said the night we made love for the first time, you are mine and I will never let go. Not even with my dying breath.' Dean sent back, his lion face and eyes staying on Sam's. 'You belong to me, Pet, never doubt that. No other will have you, I swear on that. I may be your Master this way, but I'll always adore you this way, too. I am your Master but then again, you are my Master in a lot of ways, too. I love you, Sam, always will. You are my Mate.'
"Yes, I am. Master and Mate."Sam said kneeling down to hug and rain kisses on his soft face, his whiskers tickling his cheeks. "Love you, Baby. You were magnificent just now; that felt great by the way. Damn, it never felt so good before."
"I tried to make it better this time, like usual. Plus you fully Submitted to me, my Cat, and that made the difference.' Dean sent.
"So I do that all the time when I'm with you as cat and our sex will always be that…explosive?" Sam asked. He didn't mind, Dean already held his heart and soul, so why not the cat, too.
'Yes, it works better that way apparently.' Dean said as he saw Sam lovingly caress the bite impression on his neck and shoulder there, smiling at it proudly. 'I'll leave another Mark of Ownership on you later, too. Probably on the other side of your neck, so no one can miss it.'
"I'd like that." Sam said and sighed. "Well, we should go out now, take them to the park to hunt and feed."
'Yes, it's darker now, no one should see us." Dean agreed and they headed out.
Then Dean showed them the hidden trail that led to the State Park from their backyard. It was about a mile long but took them to a more isolated part of it where not many humans went and little animals were abundant. They only ate a few at a time, so they didn't mess with the population enough for anyone to notice. A normal amount really.
Bobby and John eyed them as they approached at first but said nothing. Sam's Mark was really obvious. But he didn't seem hurt by it. He seemed happy. So they let it be. He wasn't mauled, just…marked.
And the animals went to hunt while the humans went inside to make themselves some supper. But left the door open for them. Bobby would feed them their steaks later, let them hunt a bit first to take the edge off their hunger. They only took a rabbit or two, a squirrel or something small. Then they ate a few steaks, raw and bloody, of course. They were carnivores in animal form, so this was normal. Veggies came when they took their human forms again.
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That night the lion took Sam again and he came with roar that shook the windows, and Sam screamed his as well. Then they settled into cuddle again as before and both slept.
Dorian's lion crouched low as she could and moved her tail over, the mating urge driving her crazy. 'Grim, please…now!' She moaned a whine on her lioness's lips. Grim, a huge wolf himself, urged his cock into her and found it a tight fit but it felt so good he had to fight himself to go slow. Once he was all in her, she pressed back onto him and snarled. He found her throat and bit down, she whimpered in submission and Stilled as he thrust deep and claimed her; a knot forming between them and her soft purrs of pleasure filled their room along with the soft growls from Grim. 'Mate me, breed me, claim me…don't stop until I'm yours!' she begged, and he did as asked, every bit of him dedicated to having her for his own. After just meeting her, he'd known she was his intended Mate. She knew he was hers, her scent had called to him. Her feline body drew him closer and he hadn't been able to resist claiming her then. The night air flowed over their joined bodies as they made love most of the night.
And in the morning, she lay resting between his paws; his Mark on her neck and showing still. She was still his lioness. His lioness? He thought and sighed. Yeah, she was his. Always his. He'd ask her to move to where his Packlands were when she woke up, to be his Lupa of his Pack, as she was now. He loved her.
He'd never known a creature like her, part vampire, part woman, part feline, but the most intriguing blend of all of them. He remembered her arching body, her passionate cries, her Submission to his claim, and got hard again. Then worked her onto her stomach and thrust in, waking her up with sex, his human form this time. He felt their bond competing now and cried out with her as she did the same, fucking the lioness until he could stop and filling her up.
Wondering if they were with pups or cubs now, like most matings ended up with.
Dorian came with him one last time and they licked each other as he shifted to wolf to cuddle with her as animals under the dawning light, admiring the way the golden sun lit her up as if with fire, her gold fur glowing in the light. Blinding his eyes and heart and giving himself to her completely in the process.
'Move to my Ranch lands?' Dorian asked later that morning. 'Please, Grim, it's fenced in and warded, and it's safer and guarded, my house will hold all your Pack…please, baby? Don't leave me for your Pack lands, don't leave me alone?' She begged. 'I'm your Mate now, you belong with me…I don't want to be apart from you.'
'We can do that. Our Packlands are a bit small for all of us, so okay.' Grim agreed. She had over a thousand acres. She'd shown him pictures and talked of her home there in Montana. It would make a good home for them. 'You could be pregnant, Dorian.'
'I'll do you one better. I know I am. I felt when I got that way.' Dorian said smiling.
'We're pregnant?' Grim said.
'I feel more than one, not sure how many yet but yes, I'm with pup or cubs. Mine will be both, you know that. I am feline and you are wolf. They will be like both of us, able to do wolf or any kind of Cat but domestic little ones of course. A bit vampiric in temperament as well. I'd need to give them some blood in the morning with their milk, just a little bit, a few drops in it, but that's it. My Uncle is like me, but he's part grey wolf and dhampyre. He used to shift more, but now he only chooses to do his once a month and only for one night or if he needs to so he can defend his territory or loved ones, or his Kiss. He's the Master of a Kiss in Europe. He can change back, I can't.' Dorian explained.
'Grey wolves went extinct centuries ago.' Grim said in surprise.
'Well, the real wolves did. But the Shifter ones still live, mostly in Russia. He's part of his Pack there, too. His base is in Siberia, but he rules most of Russia, the vamps anyway. He's the Alpha of his Pack that lives near his Kiss as well. But they are kept apart, since his vamps tend to like to attack his wolves at times and he tries to keep their fighting down to a minimum.' Dorian said.
'So they are joined, like our Pack and your Group?' Grim asked.
'He tried but the peace didn't last long. So he worked out a truce. Vamps avoid the wolves and the wolves leave the vamps alone…it's worked out rather well for them for centuries now. Our Group is peaceful, as is yours, so we could join our groups. Ally them. But the vampires and the wolves aren't peaceful, never have gotten along, so that wasn't possible for them.' Dorian explained. 'I grew up with and love them both but they will never get along very well, trust me.'
'I'd like to meet him sometime.' Grim said as they headed down the stairs, her in Cat form, still him in human.
'You probably will. He'll insist on visiting us now that we have pups of our own. He'll want to meet them. And you.' Dorian said. 'The Panwere cubs, too. I've already called him about me shifting. He is on his way soon. So with our Mating, he'll definitely want to meet you.'
'Tell him he's more than welcome, it's still your land after all. I would never forbid you from allowing others on it. Only if I saw them as a threat to us would that happen and if it did, I'd tell you why. I promise." Grim told her and she seemed to nod in approval of that.
The smell of breakfast soothed them and they sat at a table in the dining room. Sam and John brought out plates while Bobby fixed them for them. The wolves handed them out, acting as waiters for a bit before they all situated to eat. "So, Dorian, you mated I heard…" He teased.
"And I heard you mating, too. We were both a little loud, what are you saying exactly, Mr. Pot? I'm Miss Kettle, nice to meet you. How black are you again?' Dorian sent back. She lay by Grim's feet, Dean by Sam's. Dante sat by Lance's, eating some steak with the kids and licking them clean at times when they got too dirty, pushing their water bowls toward them; much to their eternal chagrin and embarrassment. Lance sat beside Dante at a table, the kids littered around his chair. Dante kept darting anxious looks up at the thin shifter who kept picking at his food, and merely nibbling on the toast and drinking some juice.
Lance was exhausted and in bad health. He'd lost too much weight. He was pencil thin and emaciated, and he had dark circles under his eyes. His thin face told his story far too well. "Get him some grits, add some sugar and butter to it…his stomach probably hurts and can't handle the solid food yet." Grim suggested and Bobby went to make it. Sam took his plate from him and apologized. Lance had been sleeping and they hadn't expected him to come out to eat with them this morning. He had shuffled in late and sat there by Dante, seeming to take to the male feline from the start more than the rest of them. He trailed fingers over Dante's Pheonix shaped mark on his feline's lower back near his buttocks. He found comfort in doing it, petting Dante at times that way. So Dante let him. Dante peeked up at him at times and always managed to get a small weak smile from the man each time. Lance was too weak to be up right now, let alone walking around, in his opinion. So he'd assigned himself to be his nurse for now. While he was up, of course. He'd leave him be if he laid back down like he should be still.
The grits were runny as they could get them, but Lance seemed to eat them better. Small spoonfuls but it was progress. He finished half his bowl and looked down at Dante sadly. "I tried. I can't eat anymore…I don't feel so well." He said weakly eyes on Dante's. "Sorry. I liked it, honest."
"It's okay, son. You ate something at least. Let's get you back to bed then." Bobby said and they helped him get settled under his covers again. Dante followed and lingered by his bed briefly, licking his fingers as he stroked his fur again along his back and head, lingering over his Pheonix mark again. His favorite spot it seemed.
"Night." He said softly then slept. Dante jumped up and laid by his side then, and Lance rolled over to hug him and sighed happily. Dante let himself drift off as well, licking his cheek first. "Stay?" Lance asked him. Eyes shut but hugging him still. "Don't leave me!" He whimpered softly. Clinging tighter in case he tried to do just that.
'Staying.' Dante told him, knowing he couldn't hear his thoughts as a cat yet but he would. He could take the potions when he woke up and was well enough to take them. In the meantime, he'd help nurse him with the others. Eleanor touched Lance's face and sighed. 'He'll be okay, Eleanor. I promise.' He told the worried ghost.
"I know, he's so little…so thin. He's better than before though, I'm thankful for that much." She said floating away. "Take care of him, Dante. He needs it."
'I will.' Dante told her but didn't mention the strange need he suddenly had to do so and not leave him again. The boy was hurt enough, the last thing he needed was some stupid pushy mating driven male feline coming onto him, so he swore to behave. But found it hard as he gazed in wonder as Lance's face looked so soft and innocent when he slept, so handsome. He knew why he felt this way, but also knew he had no right to tell the boy it. So he settled for licking his temple as he cuddled his head to Dante's furry neck and nuzzled him in his sleep, moving closer to the cat. 'I love you, Lance.' He sent, knowing he couldn't hear his thought.
But not hearing it, didn't make it less true. He thought as he felt warmth fill his chest.
Not heard or known or not, Lance was his. Somehow he knew Lance was meant for him. Now he just had to get him better so he could tell him that and maybe have his own mate soon enough, too. He'd been lonely for so long, using meaningless flings to fill a hole a mate was meant to fill. Whoring around because it kept him from needing more than he thought he deserved or would never dare to hope to have.
Needing this man, this Mate he now held close with strong padded paws and kissed with soft licks as the leopard man trembled in his sleep, only stopping when Lance went Still and his breathing evened out again. Lance would get better, Dante swore to himself.
And then he'd woo him and claim the gorgeous leopard man as his Mate. Just like he knew he was already.
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Weeks passed and Lance regained his strength. He ate grits at first, then more solid foods. Dante made sure he took his meds, and changed his IV's for him. He helped him bathe until he was strong enough to do it for himself, then joined him in it to hold him up and washed the sick shifter for him. Then he cuddled him close at night, even as a human, and Lance scooted closer, his hands and arms gripping Dante's arms holding him from behind so he wouldn't leave him.
Then it happened. He felt healed and Dante was hard against his back, sound asleep still. He smiled as he felt the familiar need fill him for the man and knew he was strong enough to handle it. He slowly rolled over and softly stroked him, waiting for his attention. Then he moved lower and sucked him, and soon felt hands in his hair urging him on, he smiled at that. "Lance, you can't! You are sick…" Dante gasped.
"I'm fine now, not sick, and I want my Mate." Lance insisted and ignored Dante's gentle tugs to pull him off him, sucking anyway until he was urging him on again. Then he moved up and got on hands and knees for him, ass up and head down, back arched. "Claim me, I'm ready, Dante. If you love me, you will take me now. I'm not sick, I'm better so you have no excuse to wait anymore."
"Okay, but if you feel bad at all, you tell me." Dante said moving behind him to lube them up, working fingers in slowly, one at a time. Lance gasped at that first touch. He was pure but it felt good. He'd been saving himself for his mate. "I'm entering you now, okay?" He lined up with him but waited for permission.
"Yes, it's okay." Lance said softly and moved his hole closer to him.
"I love you, Lance." Dante said and Lance purred.
"I love you, too," Lance said smiling. "Mate to me now."
"I will." Dante said and eased into him, little by little, until he was in full hilt and moved a little until Lance had adjusted to it. Then he moved as Lance moaned and offered a kiss to him over his shoulder. Dante happily took his first kiss from the man as well as making love to him, taking his time to make it tender and slow, then harder as their passion got more intense, their knotting making it last for hours before it loosened and shot its load into Lance, filling him until he leaked it. "My Mate."
"Your pregnant mate." Lance pointed out.
"Males get pregnant?" Dante asked, proud and happy though at the thought of his own child growing in there.
"In the case of both mates being shifters and at first mating, yes. If one is human or like Sam was, no. He must have used a supernatural method to conceive, hmmm." Lance explained. "You cut them out, but we males in mating relationships do get pregnant and have our own kids. Wolves and other shifters do it, too. It's an adaptation we have, since some of us choose male on male matings. So we can have kids, too." Lance said and Dante leaned in for another kiss.
"That's our second kiss, you know." Dante teased him.
"I know. I've been wanting you to kiss me for weeks, it's about time you did." Lance said smiling.
"I'll do it more often if it pleases you that much. And have sex more." Dante said smiling.
"Yeah, we definitely should." Lance teased him back.
Then they used John's private shower to clean up and change clothes. Dante loaned him some his old ones, they fit him perfectly. He took his hand and was met by amazed looks. "What?!" Dante smirked proudly leading him out to join them.
"Three days…a very loud and fairly pornographic sounding mating that took three days." John scowled. "I couldn't get any work done, because you were in my bedroom, mating on my bed. Which is now yours…you owe me a new bed, nephew." He laughed though, to show there were no hard feelings. "I'm happy for you though, congratulations, both of you. Got cubs coming?" Usually matings led to cubs right away, or it had with Dorian.
"Yes, I'm with cubs." Lance said proudly touching his stomach. "I'll have a bump by tomorrow. I can't wait to carry them."
"And I will take care of you the whole time, anything you need is yours, baby boy." Dante promised and hugged him, touching his stomach as well with love. "My kids…my babies are in there. It's hard to believe I get kids…and a mate. Never believed I deserved it, not after me being a manwhore the way I used to be, and what with the hunter thing, we don't live long enough to have them usually." He explained. "I'm immortal but…still."
"Oh." Lance said then thought about it. "We wolves are too kind off, as long as we stay away from silver and our kids will be part Pheonix, so they definitely will be."
"Dorian is, and Sam is, and they made their mates that way, too, well, Sam did. He did a spell on the whole clan; those that weren't immortal already. Grim's Pack, too. Probably hit you, too." Dante explained.
"That works, too." Lance said and headed to the dining room. "I smell steak and potatoes, and custard pie…yum! Damn, I'm starving."
"Me, too." Dante said joining him.
"Well, three days of steady sex with no food breaks will do that!" Dorian teased them but was secretly very happy for them. Dante had been waiting for Lance for a while now; it was nice he got to finally claim him finally. And more cubs might be nice, too. She caressed her own bump and sighed. Two more months, give or take a few days, and she'd have her own cubs with Grim. Jo and Ash hadn't found mates yet but they would. Clara was visiting soon, so was Dorian's family. Dante's parents, and Grim's family as well. They were eager to meet their mates, and the cubs.
Grim's family were human, he'd been bitten and turned, but they accepted him as a werewolf. They visited the Pack sometimes even, or so he'd said. Dante's parents were human, with dormant pheonix in them. They were eager to see their son and his new form on the next block of Family time they had. They didn't know of the coming cubs but would soon as he called them.
Dorian's family members were vampiric and human, with some wolf in Viktor. He was eager to see her pregnant and to see her babies as well, part wolf and part feline, a hell of a combo really!
They had refused the free housing, and insisted on paying. It was a business after all, and they understood business well, they had plenty of their own so they'd know. And it wasn't as expensive as most of their kinds of Inns were. And really charming, or so the brochure showed it to be.
Dean had caved on that but promised free meals for their stay, so they took his offer of that. Food didn't cost as much as their rooms would have, so it was a good compromise. Stubborn Winchesters, they groaned. Throwing away money that way…bah!
But a part of them were touched he'd offer it; it showed he cared for them as family. So they'd be kinder now about it. Winchesters may be stubborn but they were also generous to the ones they loved. So this was a good sign they saw them as family more now.
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Soon enough, the hunters arrived and left. Not even being aware of their shifter status. And they liked it that way. Sam's witch status was known but not Dean's feline shifting, and they felt it was better they not know it yet.
Dorian and Dante left on their own hunts. John and Bobby as well. Jo and Ash went on one, too. John's was a favor for a friend though. He usually refused hunts but had felt he had to take this one, so Bobby had volunteered to join him. Grim kept watch at her Ranch over his Pack while Dante soon moved in with them, since his loft was not suited for wolf life, and he didn't want to live at the Inn with the guys. He loved them both but wasn't up for working at the place, no matter how nice it was to live in otherwise. He ran his bar through a manager there and visited at times, which kept up appearances.
His loft stayed empty but was getting kid-proofed soon, so he could bring their kids to visit there at times if needed.
Life was good for them now.
And with all the changes they were going through, they were sure it would never be boring ever again.
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