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Chapter 7

After that fist evening trip to the library Sam was out most days with Dean or Peter, exploring Sanctuary, going to eat in the various cafes, just having fun and letting the others get used to Sam while he got used to so many people. The base had held maybe a hundred hunters plus support staff, Sanctuary had a hundred werewolves along, let alone the other species who called the valley home. Once they'd realised that was part of the problem with Sam not wanting to go out they'd been careful to slowly increase the number of people around so he could adjust more easily. Sam still got some glares but thanks to Peter's efforts none came from were's and very few came from vampires since he lived among them and they were learning he wasn't a normal hunter.

After a few months Sam even started taking small shifts at the desk in the library and helped with the books where he could. He had some limited movement back in his arm, enough to turn pages or close a book but he still couldn't life one with that arm. But if he worked slow and steady then he could shelve with one arm. The work got him out of the apartment and gave him something to do that wasn't physiotherapy.

The light work still gave him plenty of time with his Dad, Dean and the few friends he was slowly making. He worked afternoons so he slept in, did his exercises and then worked, spending time with his Dad at night so the vampire was back to a more normal sleep pattern for his kind. Sam was very happy to be getting the chance to know his Dad in a more equal way, the way he would have as he grew up if they hadn't been separated. Peter and Felix were great to hang out with too although Felix sometimes seemed to forget Sam was human. Dean, it was Dean that Sam enjoyed spending time with the most. Maybe because of what they'd gone through together, maybe their personalities just meshed that well. After that one talk Dean had never mentioned the mating bond again and while he was forever touching Sam he didn't mind at all, in fact he loved it. He'd grown up pretty isolated at the base so to have Dean wanting to be close to him, it just felt so good Sam couldn't help leaning into even the smallest contact.

He watched as Dean fawned all over the hunter and it ate at him. Dean should be his, not clinging to some human that had been raised to kill them. He'd been slowly courting Dean for years and then he'd vanished, presumed dead and he'd been so mad. But now Dean was back and apparently part way mated to that pathetic human. But that would work, their bond wasn't completed after all and he was an incubus too, he knew how to manipulate the various bonds very well. Dean would be his.

Sam smiled and laughed as they watched the movie, curled up against Dean's side with Dean's hand in his hair. He'd never seen a movie till coming here and he liked them, they were a great way to relax and have fun without worrying about wether or not his arm would hold up. Plus it gave him an excuse to cuddle with Dean.

"Having fun?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.

"I've decided I like movies." Sam told him and Dean laughed.

"Yeah, wish there was new stuff but we're lucky to have any of this technology."

"It's incredible Dean." Sam told him; sure they had radios out there but movies? If people new about the technology that had been saved in Sanctuary there'd be lines to sign up for living space!

"You know….that guy kind of looks like your Dad." Dean pointed out and Sam laughed but nodded.

"Dad was a marine before but I don't think he did stuff like them." Sam said as they watched Colonel Clay dive off a very high area to catch the detonator.
"That would hurt." Sam winced and Dean nodded. They watched the end credits for the music since most of it didn't matter.
"What was it like...before? You um, you're old enough to remember right?" Sam asked hesitantly and Dean looked down at him. Sam had never asked him before so Dean had thought Sam didn't realise how old he actually was.

"Yeah, I am. You've never asked anything before, I figured you didn't realise." Dean admitted softly and Sam shrugged as he moved even closer, head on Dean's chest.

"There was an incubus once on a hunt, we left him alone but I was curious. He was….a lot more cautious about touching anyone and I asked. Scared him but I promised we weren't there for him so he eventually answered my questions. He said that in the first century it can be hard to control your powers. You're just so comfortable with what you can do I assumed…"

"One hundred and sixty three." Dean whispered and Sam smiled.

"Wow. So you really remember what it used to be like. Can you tell me?" Sam pleaded and Dean chuckled but nodded. Dean spent the next two hours telling Sam about massive cities with buildings taller than anything the kid could imagine.

"How old are you Sam?" Dean eventually asked, he'd never asked before, half afraid he was underaged for him to have fed off, emergency or not.

"Twenty three." Sam told him and Dean relaxed but then blinked.

"Wait, were you born before or…?"

"By six months so no I don't remember anything at all." Sam told him.
"My uh…..my Mom didn't survive that night."

"You're telling me John raised you out there your whole life?" Dean demanded, enraged on his behalf and Sam shook his head.

"No. He used to leave with various people till I was seven or eight. Something happened and he never left me alone again." Sam told him and Dean relaxed a bit.
"Honestly I preferred being with Dad, it was better." Sam said and then yawned.

"Come on; better get you home before I end up with a worried vampire on my door." Dean told him and Sam chuckled but nodded, getting up to stretch. Dean helped him get his jacket on and then they left his cosy apartment to walk over to John's, Sam leaning sleepily on him by the time they got there, getting some amused grins and laughs from the vampires who were just starting to head out for the night. Sam gave them sleepy smiles and waves until Dean got him home. John just smiled as Dean practically carried Sam into his room and gently put him to bed.

"De'n." Sam mumbled sleepily and Dean smiled, reaching down to push Sam's hair out of his sleepy eyes.

"Yeah Sammy?" He asked and Sam smiled at the affectionate nickname.

"Love you." He whispered as he fell asleep and Dean froze before placing a soft kiss on Sam's forehead.

"I love you Sam." He answered and then left, ignoring the pleased look on John's face as he drank his breakfast. The whole way home Dean felt like he was walking on the clouds. He knew Sam probably wouldn't remember saying that, he'd pretty much been asleep after all but it didn't matter, the words gave him hope that one day he would have his mate.

He was practically whistling as he unlocked his door and entered his apartment only to freeze as arms wrapped around him. Dean started to thrash about until fangs sank into the skin of his neck, incubus fangs! A hand over his mouth kept his screams from being heard as the venom began to spread through him. He kept struggling for as long as he could but eventually his body started to go limp, sagging in the arms that held him even as he moaned and not in pain. He felt his capture nuzzling at his throat and he wanted to fight but he no longer had the strength to do so.

"Mine now Dean." A voice whispered and Dean felt a tear fall. He wanted his mate! His Sammy! The world faded to black as he was lifted and cradled to a warm chest, his keys laying forgotten on the floor where he'd dropped them in the struggle.

TBC…

Sorry for the cliff-hanger but it seemed the right spot to stop. Mum now has two weeks off so I may not get the chance to write during that time.