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Storm's Last Season
Chapter 3 ~ Calling Me Names
previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:
"Guess you can't make it any worse ... but don't blame me if you're looking like a soaked poodle later." Sonny still grinned from ear to ear, when Dean made his way upstairs. "Towels and washclothes are in the bathroom ...", he called after the younger alpha.
Dean just offered a small glance over his shoulder, before he disappeared into the corridor.
What the hell was riding him lately? He had no clue how to deal with someone who was traumatized. Hell, he didn't even had an idea of how to make it work without getting either of the both of them drenched ...
Reaching the omega's room, he stopped, staring at the door handle, before he pushed it down ...
NOW:
Dean hesitated, as he laid his hand on the door handle. All of a sudden he wasn't convinced anymore, that it was a good idea to try his luck. What if he'd do something wrong? What if he'd screw the omega up some more?
The hunter shoved the unpleasant thoughts away and pushed the handle down. He then opened the door widely and went inside, closing it behind him again. Dean took exquisite care, not to throw it shut like he used to, or to just let it slide into the lock. Instead, he pushed the handle back down and let go of it, when the door was closed, making as less loud noises as possible.
Without even bearing a look towards the mattresses, he went into the bathroom, stored the basin back into the closet and laid four towels on the edge of the sink, as well as a washcloth.
When he came back into the bedroom, he let the bathroom-door open and walked towards the mattress, but stopped a couple of feet before he would reach it. He eyed the slightly moving heap of fabric in the corner of the room for a long moment.
Nope, Dean couldn't make out where the man's head had to be, but the guy sure as hell didn't make a headstand, so it much likely was, where it was used to be. Man, the guy had himself wrapped up in the blanket like a crawler in a cocoon.
"Hey ...", it was hesitant and thin ... and so not alpha-like. Dean bowed down a bit, his gaze glued to the form in the corner. "I'm Dean ..."
Maybe talking wasn't such a good Idea, since the wrapped up form started to tremble instantly as he had spoken up.
The hunter sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth and narrowed further until he reached the very edge of the mattresses. He then sat down on it and leaned against the wall with his back, less than a foot away from the omega.
Oh man, the guys scent was breath-taking (except the unpleasant reek that was there too).
"I'm telling you what, kiddo. - I'm gonna unwrap you from the cocoon of yours. Then I'm gonna scoop you up and get you into the bathroom, where you'll take a shower and get all squeaky clean again. Then you're gonna get dressed in a fresh set of clothes and lay down on the bed. Meanwhile I'm gonna put the blankets and the sheets from your mattresses and get some fresh ones on them. When that's done, I'm gonna check on your stitches and patch them up with fresh bandages. - When that's done you can wrap yourself up in the blankets again. That's the plan. Deal?" The hunter probably babbled but he didn't care.
He didn't really awaited a respond either and was rather surprised when the bundle of fabric moved a bit and a pair of hazel-green wary eyes appeared behind a small slit.
"I'll take that as a yes." And with that, Dean was on his feet and laid his hands on the blankets. He didn't let the man before him have any time to overthink what was going on. Dean just worked as fast as he possibly could, to unwrap the guy.
And as he had explained, he got to his feet and scooped the bony figure up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom.
By the time he eased him onto the closed lid of the toilet, the boy was whimpering and trembling, his long arms wrapped around his middle.
Dean looked down at him, his face plastered with hard, worried lines. When he was able to tear his look away from the man, he went over to the shower stall and adjusted the water, so that it was a bit warmer as he liked to have his showers.
Dean then kneeled down before the Omega and laid his hands on the man's knees, who instantly flinched away from the touch. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, rocking forth and back.
Dean was honestly stunned about how a tall guy like him was able to find enough place to sit like that on the toilet. The man was a mess ... Naked as he was, he looked rather pathetic and lost ... and ... He sighed heavily.
The hunter laid his hands on Sam's knees again and held them, so that the omega couldn't draw away again. He then unwrapped those long arms from his legs and pushed his knees with gentle force down.
"We need to get you cleaned up.", Dean said calmly. "Do you understand me?"
The omega stole a wary glance through shaggy chestnut-brown hair at the hunter. Then he nodded.
"Good. - That's a start, huh?" Dean smiled proudly. Maybe he wasn't able to talk, but he knew now, that the omega understood what he was saying. "Fine. I'll help you gettin' undressed. - It's much easier to get cleaned up as in a basin ... not with all that grease on you."
The omega stole another wary glance.
"You got a name?" The hunter didn't want to push his luck, but nodding and shaking the head was way better than no reaction at all.
The omega cocked his head to the side, stealing another glance at the alpha's face.
Now Dean was curious. Did the man have a name and couldn't speak? Or didn't he have one and just didn't know what to say, or how to tell him?
Sam unwrapped one of his arms from his middle and laid his hand on the back of his neck as if to say that the bar code was as much as his name.
Dean frowned, though he tried to not showing his anger and confusion about the omega's answer.
"Okay ... we'll figure something out. - I sure as hell won't call you by a number." He chuckled and shook his head. "Well then. I guess we've to find a name for ya' too, huh?" He paused, catching the omega's look for a brief second, before the younger man cast his look back down and wrapped his arms back around his middle. "But for now ... we're just getting you cleaned up."
No response. What didn't make Dean that unhappy. This was more as he had thought he'd get after what Sonny had told them how difficult it was for him to get in contact with the omega.
They worked in silence – well, mainly Dean worked, the omega just sat there, frozen and terrified by the looks of it. But the alpha ignored his trembling and the tears that were running down the man's face. They had to get him cleaned up. - THAT was their priority right now. At least it was Dean's. No one would be able to stand the omega's smell anymore in a couple of days.
Dean stripped the hospital-gown from the younger man's torso and then told him to stand up. Despite his expectations the omega rose to his feet, covering with his incredibly big hands as much of himself as possible, when the pants were gone.
The hunter urged the man on to step under the shower without words, ignoring every flinch of him when he actually made body-contact.
The temperature of the water seemed to be okay, since the omega held his face into the stream of water and let it soak through his hair. After a while, the omega seemed to relax under the warm water and he turned around, letting it run over his neck, shoulders and back.
The alpha hadn't a lot of time to pay that much attention to the omega's body. But the parts of him that drew his attention looked well defined. Okay, maybe there was a bit less meat on those bones, but other than that the omega was one hell of a looker.
Dean shoved those thoughts away before the taller man could notice something and hurried up to get the omega's hair and the rest of him lathered. As fast as he had soaped the man up, he was about to rinse him off again, starting with his hair.
When he was done, Dean turned the water off and stepped back, giving the omega room. Though he didn't move. The omega just stood there. Shivering and dripping wet ... All he did was to steal a shy glance at the alpha.
The Winchester sighed and rubbed over his face. "C'mon out. - Lets get you dried off before you catch a cold on top of everything else." He was partly soaking wet himself, but having the man getting clean was a giant win on his side, so he didn't bother.
The hunter laid one of the fluffy towels into the man's hands and ordered him with soft voice to dry his face and hair off.
What he actually did.
Dean took over the rest of the body. And holy crap – that omega had long legs ... may hairy as hell ... but ... Dean's thoughts trailed off and he stopped himself right then. This wasn't going to help either of them right now.
The younger man soon seemed exhausted and tired and was getting pale. So the Winchester let him sit down on the toilet again, where he stripped plaid pyjama bottoms over the omega's calves. When he was done, he laid the soft flannel-shirt in the younger man's lap and waited.
But the omega didn't even seem to notice the offer right before him. So Dean rose to his feet and tipped the man's head up, brushing the shirt over his head. The omega then slipped into the sleeves by himself.
"You're gonna lay down on the bed on your back. - I'll go and get fresh sheets ont he mattresses, 'kay?"
The omega gave him a sharp nod.
"Fine. - You think you can get on the bed by yourself?" The hunter wasn't all fancy about carrying the sasquatch all across the room again – not when he could walk on his own.
Another short nod.
With that they walked out of the bathroom, Dean shortly followed by the omega.
While the omega crawled onto the bed hesitantly and way more trembling then before, the hunter tore the old sheets from the bed, gathering the blankets in them. He then hurried up to get fresh ones over the mattresses and kicked the bundle of fabric outside, in front of the bedroom-door.
"I'm gonna take a look at your stitches, if that's okay?" Despite what the answer would be, he would have to do it anyway. The bandages were soaking wet with water and he REALLY needed to check on the stitches.
To his relief, the stitches were bland and looked pretty good. Dean hurried to patch him up again. When he was done, the hunter pulled the button-front shirt back down. He smiled utterly satisfied at the young man, who didn't dare once to look at the alpha.
"You did good, you know?" Actually Dean Winchester wasn't someone who easily praised another person for something natural like getting a shower and dressed. But he thought that the omega had deserved some praise in this case.
The omega turned his head away from the alpha and towards the mattresses, staring longingly at them.
Dean followed his look towards its destination and the corners of his lips turned down instantly. "If you want to, you can go back ..."
The hunter hadn't even ended his sentence, when the omega was crawling over the bed, messing up the comforter and folded himself back into a ball in the very corner of his mattresses where the walls met.
With a deep sigh, Dean tore the comforter from the bed and laid it down beside the omega on the mattress.
"So you won't get cold, kiddo." Dean gave him a half-hearted sad smile. "I'll go and get you something for lunch ...", his voice trailed off, as he looked long skinny fingers wrap around the thick comforter, pulling it closer.
The omega was back in his shell – he understood. Dean high likely would've been the same in his situation after all ... or he wouldn't ... Maybe he'd given up years ago ...
Before Dean left the omega's room, he gathered the towels from the bathroom and threw them on the heap of sheets on the floor. He then went into his own room and dressed in a fresh set of clothes, taking the soaking wet ones with him.
Dean went with the sheets and his clothes streight for the laundry-room in the back of Bobby's house and passed Sonny on his way there. The man stared after him flabbergasted and then looked up the staircase from where he had seen Dean coming.
When the hunter returned into the kitchen and started to rummage through the fridge, Sonny followed him and stopped in his tracks, eying his friend warily for a long moment before he cleared his throat and spoke up.
"You got him to get cleaned up?", he asked curiously.
"Nah ... figured a shower'd be better. - The stitches look fine by the way. Guess we can remove them at the end of the week." Dean rummaged around a little bit more but came out empty-handed. Then his gaze fell on the bananas at the cupboard in a small basket and he grabbed the milk from the fridge before he shut it again.
"Shower? ... You ... he ..." The man huffed out a lough. "How the hell did you get him into the bathroom?"
"Carried him." Dean started to strip down two bananas eagerly.
Sonny looked confused ... and puzzled. "Wait ... you ... you did what?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Well, he believed the hunter's word, but couldn't wrap his mind around it, that the omega could've probably accepted it without any struggle. "He let you?", his words soaked in jealously.
"Yeah ... well ..." Dean shot a glance at his friend over his shoulder before he started to mash the bananas with a fork on a plate. "... I didn't leave him a lot of choices ... If you're talkin' about that I forced him ... maybe I did. He sure seemed terrified. - But he didn't crawl away from me or something ... so I guess he was okay with it ..." Dean cleared his throat, working the bananas over like a pro until they were nothing more but mush. "... mostly.", he added then.
"Did he say something?" Sonny crossed the arms in front of his chest, still staring at the hunter in disbelieve.
"Nah ... didn't talk." Dean put the mash into one of the big glasses and added some of the protein powder Bobby had brought earlier. He then poured a generous amount of milk in it and started to stir with the fork in the creamy getting liquid. "When I asked him about his name, he just pointed at the bar code on his neck ...", his voice trailed off.
The hunter turned around with the glass in his hand and tilted his head to the side. "We need a name for the omega. - We can't keep him callin' he, the omega or kid." He seemed to think for a long moment. "And I sure as hell won't name him after the numbers of the bar code."
The hunter bit down on his lower lip and gazed at the milkshake, then he looked back up at the man in the doorway. "You think I put enough of the protein in?"
Sonny huffed. "I was too focused on what you were tellin' me. - SO no, I've no clue if it's enough protein."
Dean took a small zip and smacked his tongue, waggling his head to the left and right. "It's okay I think.", and with that he set into motion, passed the slightly taller man and was up the stairs again.
Sunny huffed again and shook his head thoughtfully.
Back in the omega's room, the hunter sat the milk-shake down in front of the mattresses and told the omega that he'd check on him again for dinner and that he'd come for him tomorrow again to get him cleaned up.
All the omega was doing was to gaze at the green-eyed alpha with big watery and wary eyes.
When the man was gone, his gaze fell back on the glass in front of his bed. Then he looked back at the closed door.
Ever so slowly a hand, followed by an arm found their way out under the comforter and grabbed the glass with the cool liquid tentatively. The omega – again – checked if the door was still closed, before he took the glass and let the comforter slip down further, so that his head was free. Carefully he took a zip from the cool sweet liquid, and his eyes lightened up for a moment.
Sweet.
This was too good to be true, wasn't it?
Alistair had told him that people were always nice at first ... He had told him how these people truly were with omegas as soon as they had won their trust. And besides the words of his torturer ... what did he really know about the world outside of the farm?
What if his father would find him there? What if he would learn that 73911 was still alive and with foreigners?
Oh god ... he was so screwed. - Why couldn't he have just died with the others? He was meant to be dead, wasn't he? Alistair – their father – had told them that they would be MEAT if they ever decided to leave the farm. He had told them EVERYTHING.
73911 couldn't remember about anything before Alistair. But he knew that the things their father had done to them (what he had made them do) – mostly to the girls – weren't right. That he had made them hurt wasn't okay.
Nothing of it had been okay.
But where to go, when the whole world was even worse than their father could ever be?
Bobby was stirring in a pot, when Dean came downstairs later that evening after a short nap. He casually walked over to the stove and sniffed at the pot. He screwed his nose up slightly and sniffed.
"What about Jacob?", came from the library.
"Nah!", Bobby yelled back. "He ain't lookin' like a Jacob!"
"Vincent. - Vincent would be nice, wouldn't it?!", Sonny shouted back, obviously waiting for aproval.
But Bobby just shook his head, while Dean's eyes widened in horror. Nah ... they wouldn't would they?
"Vincent ain't no name for that boy!", was all the grizzled man beside him had to say about it. "Knucklehead!"
Dean frowned. Where they honestly considering to pick a name for the omega upstairs without HIM?
"Ryan? ... Anthony? ... Michael?", Sonny's voice trailed off as if he had found something more interesting. "Alistair!", he burst out enthusiastically. "Or ... or here ... what about Alejandro?!"
"Dude, NO!", Dean yelled back, and aimed for the library before Sonny could possibly yell any worse names through the house. Arriving right in front of his friend, he snatched the book out of his hands. "What the hell? - He's a Sam."
Sonny stared at the hunter flabbergasted.
Dean stood for a moment, confused with himself. He had no clue where this came from ... but Sam actually sounded pretty nice and warm and like it simply fit for the omega.
"His name's Sam." The hunter's gaze was locked with Sonny's who stared at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"Sam ... Samuel ... okay ... that sounds nice." Slowly a smile built on Sonny Gibbons face. "Yeah, he truly looks like a Sam." He patted Dean's shoulder as if to say: well done, boy. "Might as well we're gonna call him Sam!", he burst out as he walked out of the library and towards the kitchen, letting a completely confused Dean behind.
"Sam ...", the hunter repeated silently, "... Sammy ..." A smug grin formed on his lips. That sounded way better than 73911 ... or Alejandro ...
It was the very next day, when Dean staggered down the stairs sleep-drunken, his hair standing in every possible direction. Though it wasn't that late and there was already the sound of Bobby's voice, cursing at the stove.
The hunter smiled to himself when he rounded the corner into the kitchen and went straight for the coffee-machine.
His good-morning was a low growl, something that just happened when he woke to early and wouldn't let himself fall asleep again.
Why he hadn't, even if he could have, since he had no job waiting for him? Because of the strong scent, that had already found its way into his bedroom. Because he couldn't get the omega out of his head. Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw a pair of sad, giant hazel-eyes staring at him. Because he couldn't fall asleep, while he had to think about the man next door and the fact that he had promised that he'd come by today and get him under the shower again.
Because Dean Winchester was nervous and excited at the same time, to see him again.
That was, why he was up and around already.
"'mornin' Dean.", Bobby said gruffly, as he emptied a six-pack of eggs into a pan.
While Dean drunk his coffee, he started to mash bananas and a couple of blue-berries on a plate for a milkshake.
Bobby stole a couple of glances at the hunter, stirring in the scrambled eggs absently. "You feelin' alright, son?" It wasn't really concern that swung in his voice ... more like confusion.
Dean met the old man's gaze for a split second. "Yeah ..."
Bobby blew out a surprised huff, but would do a shit about it to mention how weird Dean was acting. Weird in regard of seeming to truly care about the omega upstairs.
Dean took another swig from his coffee and put the mashed fruits into a big glass. He then added some milk and stirred in it, totally concentration on mixing the mash with the milk.
"Heard you did great with the omega – SAM – yesterday?" Bobby stole another glance at his young friend. "Sounds like Sonny's not the right one to ... CARE ... in this case?"
Dean frowned while he stirred in the milkshake, adding two spoons of protein-powder. "Nah ... guess it was just coincidence ..."
"You're intending to visit him this morning?", the grizzled mechanic asked further.
The hunter nodded. "Promised him I'd do. - Why?" Suddenly the Winchester's eyes grew wide. "Sonny thinks I'm doin' something wrong, isn't it? I'm messing this up when I do this?" His voice was a mix of concern and shock.
Bobby made a funny grimace as if Dean had just said something completely out of the blue. "Nah. Sonny didn't say anything about it. In fact he seemed pretty relieved that the boy got cleaned up after four days of reek. - Was just wondering, that's all. ... You just ... just don't seem like someone who takes care of someone else like that ... ya know? It just ... confuses us, ya' know? - It's not like you ever showed that side of your personality to us ..."
The hunter's expression changed again, into something annoyed. "That's not true, and you know it, old man. - You call, I'm here. You've a hunt for me, I'm comin'. You're in trouble and I jump in to haul ya' out ..."
Bobby frowned. "That's not quite the same. - Would'ya change my diapers when I'm old?" There was something amused glinting int he old man's eyes.
"Eww." Dean took the shake in his hand. "Thanks Bobby. - Now I gotta have that picture in my mind ... the whole damn day."
Still in the fine tendrils of sleep, Dean made his way to Sam's room. This time he knocked before he opened the door, like he would've done when he entered anyone else's room.
Immediately, the hunters eyes grew wide, when he saw the empty mattress and the abandoned comforter. He looked around in an attempted to cool down his rising panic. Dean tried to assess if everything was still in place, or if something looked different than before.
To his surprise (well he didn't exactly knew if he should be surprised or not) everything seemed untouched. The window was still closed too. So SAM couldn't have taken off through them ...
He walked over to the bed and put the shake carefully on the nightstand. He then squat down and lurked under the bed ... there was nothing except spider webs and dust.
He rose back to his feet and was – with a couple of long strides – in front of the small closet, slamming the doors open.
Nothing but the clothes Sonny and Bobby had bought.
It was empty. So was the bathroom.
Now was probably the right moment to start to panic ...
... to be continued
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i'd love to to have some ... and m&m's & chocolate & ... peanutbutter-cups?
