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Storm's Last Season

Chapter 10 ~ Finding Fate

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

"We don't exactly know who your parents were. - They took an example of your genetics in the hospital, but didn't find a fitting match yet.", the alpha's voice turned soft. "I'm sorry Sam. But none of what your father made you think is true. None of it."

Sam inched down a bit, staring pensively at his big hands.

Maybe Sam understood. Maybe he would think about the possibility that the man who had him and the others had lied to him. To all of them.

NOW:

Sam had fallen asleep soon after he had taken his pills and had listened to what Dean had said. So far he had counted his life with his brothers, sisters and Alistair as NORMAL. But for Dean it obviously wasn't. He had him told, that all things he had been were wrong and that the world outside of his family was everything but as cruel as his father had told them.

Since the omega's confusion about everything that had happened started to fade, he had to decide. Either starting to open up to a new unknown world, or staying where he was. Afraid, scared and believing what his father had told him.

Though, it wasn't as easy as it may sounded.

After a lifetime of rules and stories about cruel alphas and betas and that omegas weren't more worth than the dirt under one's shoes, it was hard to believe something else. Namely quite the opposite.

And the thing with his parents ... Dean had mentioned parents. PARENTS. Parents that were obviously not Alistair and the mother he had never known.

So, not to mention how fitful Sam's sleep had to be after all that, huh?

Dean wasn't sure if it had been a good idea to tell the omega all this. Then again ... when was the right time to do so? And Sam didn't make the impression, as if he wouldn't understand what he was saying.

The man was probably traumatized and horrified and sad about his loss. His so-called sisters and brothers under whom he had been buried alive. The fact, that the man who pretended to be his father, had stuck him into a hole, had let him starve and getting dehydrated ...

Sam had to see that this was wrong. That the man who had him was a class-a psychopath. He needed him to understand that no normal person would do something like that to someone else. Not even when he disobeyed ...

Sam slept the whole day then. Except for when he got woken by Dean to have something to drink and Tylenol to keep his fever under control.

When Sam woke, it was already late afternoon.

He smelled the faint scent of Dean and felt the unbelievable heat that was radiating from him. Then again he felt so cold, that he wanted to bury himself under the comforter and blankets and never get out again.

"Dean?", Sam croaked out. If the alpha was around he'd hear him and he'd come. He didn't want to be alone. Not right now. Not ever. He wasn't used to be alone. At least not completely.

Past then, someone had always been with him (except for his time in the hole). He didn't have to be alone. There was always a sister or brother close by – or at least in the same room with him.

Sam pushed the comforter and blanket off, whimpering silently. He needed to get to the bathroom – like yesterday. His bladder was close to bursting by the time he managed to sit up on the edge of the bed.

The spinning in his head increased rapidly as he got to his feet and Sam used the nightstand and wall to hold himself upright. His destination just feet away from where he stood right now. What felt like an agonizing eternity later, he managed to get there and couldn't believe his luck when he finally stood in front of the toilet bowl.

First he had thought about peeing while he stood, but soon decided for the other way. He needed to sit down and take a couple of deep breaths. Sam didn't know how long he sat there, his elbows braced on his knees and the head in his hands. Hell, he actually couldn't even remember why he was where he was right now.

The only thing he knew was, that he was hot, hurting and that Dean wasn't there. He was always close to him, wasn't he? Okay, he probably couldn't remember clearly right now what it was that made him think that he needed the alpha ... maybe he just thought he needed the alpha.

Quite some time of thinking later, Sam got up from the toilet and pulled his pants up, trying to orientate int he small room. When he managed to get out of the bathroom he had long forgotten where he was supposed to go. Where he wanted to go.

Then he smelled the alpha again, his faint scent lingering in the air. Dean's scent was weak, what meant that he hadn't been in this room for a couple of hours.

HOURS.

Sam didn't know what he was supposed to do ... he was lost. He felt lost.

Standing in the middle of the room, between two coughing fits, he decided to take the other door towards the corridor. Actually Sam didn't even know where he was going. In fact, he wasn't even sure if the corridor in which he was walking, did really exist.

Sure, he could feel the cool wall against his palm, the floorboards of the wooden ground beneath his feet.

Somehow happenings from the past and the present seemed to mix up in his mind and left him utterly irritated. He remembered the police-car and the man. But then he remembered Dean telling him that it was a female sheriff's car ...

All he needed to do was finding Dean. The alpha would help him, would tell him what was true, wouldn't he? Except all of it had been a cruel fever-dream and he was still on the farm ...

Finally, Sam reached the end of the corridor, where stairs led down into a small hall. He gripped the banister firmly, trying to hold himself up right. He heard silent voices from downstairs ... he also thought hearing Dean's ...

DEAN.

Sonny skipped through the images on the camera with a blank expression on his face. "Aside from the motives he drew, they are pretty good.", Sonny muttered, watching the photographed sketches intently.

Jody sat on the chair beside Sonny, here forearm resting on the table. The sheriff had visibly paled while the ex-con was skipping through the taken pictures of Sam's drawings.

"And the one with the blue eyes?", she asked, her voice thin.

"I think it's his so-called father ... He hasn't mentioned his name yet, but I'm pretty sure his name's Alistair.", Dean answered calmly.

"You think that something of what you said got through to him?" Jody looked up at the Winchester.

"I think so. - He ain't mute and he ain't stupid." He sighed. "He's scared and traumatized and has no clue about this world. - I don't know what his father told them, but I am sure it was one hell of a lie. The way he said that he's an omega ... I don't know ... something sounded off about it. - As if he thinks it's something pretty bad to be one."

Jody nodded, staring back at the display of the camera. "It looks like he let them work on a field or in a garden or something ... If that's a farm ..." She sighed. "It could be everywhere then. The man doesn't even have to be from somewhere around the area where we found the corpses. Besides: they weren't even hidden ... The man seem's sure, that he won't be found."

"Or he wants to be found.", Sonny added silently.

"Don't think so. - There were no tracks on the crime scene. Nothing." The sheriff pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed over her eyes. "Without Sam we're stuck ..."

Dean's gaze changed and suddenly he seemed to concentrate on something else.

Jody was about to add something, but Dean rose his hand to shut her off. He strained his aplha-senses and took a deep inhale through his nose. "Sam?", he whispered confused. He sucked in another breath.

Usually the omega's scent was everywhere ... but it seemed stronger right the fuck now. As if he ...

Dean rose from his chair, shoving it backwards with a squeak.

"Sam?!", he called out.

Sam gripped the banister tighter as he took the first step. His mind was everything but clear or sorted. A couple of seconds ago he had thought to hear his father's – NO, Alistair's – voice. As if he stood right beside him. Telling him that he'd pay, that he'd regret to leave his siblings behind.

"No ...", he muttered, his voice raw and thin. "I can't. - Father, I can't. I can't anymore. Please ... please let us go. Let us go and we won't come back ..."

He squeezed his eyes shut and sniffed, trying to hold the tears at bay that dared to overwhelm him. Sam couldn't take this anymore. He couldn't. He didn't want to. He was with someone else now. Someone who hadn't put him into a hole, or controlling him 24/7. He was with Dean now. - Sure he was an alpha ... but if it was true what he had said to him ... if Alistair was a liar (what he could partly imagine), then this here ... RIGHT NOW could be a new chance.

Sam needed to find the alpha. Needed to tell him that Alistair was here, that he was coming for him and those who were with him.

He swayed, taking another step downwards as he blew out a shuddering breath, that rose a fit of coughs. Sam's knees buckled and he used his second hand to hold onto the banister and stop himself from toppling over.

"Sam?!", he heard the alpha calling out.

All he could hear then were a set of footfalls ... and everything went black before his eyes.

Dean was already rounding the corner towards the stairs, when Sam appeared in his line of vision, on top of the stairs. Right in the same moment, he saw the omega's eyes rolling back in their sockets. The man's legs gave out ...

The hunter took two stairs at a time, hurrying towards him, but there was no chance in hell he was able to reach him, to stop his fall.

Fortunately, Sam was one lucky bastard. He didn't fall forward. Instead he fell backwards. What actually sounded as hurtful as the other way round, but wasn't that dangerous after all.

Coming to a hold beside the young omega, Dean kneeled down beside him and gathered his head in his hands.

"Sammy?" Dean was panicking. Literally panicking."Sam. - Open your eyes. C'mon."

The man moaned and tried to turn his head away from the touch. But the alpha held him in place with gentle force.

"He's here, Dean.", Sam's voice was merely a whisper. Thin and weak. "He's going to get me. Alistair's here. He's here, Dean. - Please ... please make him go away ... I don't want to go back."

Shocked, but knowing that it was the fever talking, Dean shook his head and braced himself mentally. "He won't, Sammy. - I promise you he won't. That bastard isn't going to come near you. .- You're runnin' a fever. A real bad one. There's no one here but me, Sonny, Bobby and Jody."

Sam's eyes opened to small slits, one of his hands finding Dean's forearm. "I wanna stay with you. I wanna be here. Nowhere else ... please. Please make him go away." He wasn't even able to make out the blurry image of the alpha, but his scent was comforting. The knowledge that Dean was close, that he could feel him, smell him ... It made him feel save.

"I'm too, Sam. - I'm not leaving you to him.", Dean whispered.

Meanwhile, the others had gathered at the bottom of the staircase. Except for Sonny. He was already on his way up.

"His fever's up.", Dean glanced at his older friend. "The Tylenol's not workin'."

"I'll call Doc. Harding.", Bobby called out and vanished in the living-room, across the hall from the kitchen.

Sam's eyelids were about to flutter shut again.

"Sam. - Listen. We're going to get you into bed again. Sonny's gonna help. 'kay?" The alpha brushed long bangs of hair out of the omega's sweaty face.

Sam blinked. "'kay."

On three they had Sam back up on his feet, and maneuvered him back into his room where they laid him on the bed. A moment later Dean stuck the thermometer back into the omega's armpit and waited for the beep.

"104.9", Dean blurted out and tossed the thermometer back onto the nightstand.

"Harding's comin'.", Bobby stood in the doorway. "Half an hour."

Sonny gave him a short nod. "Good."

While they were waiting for the doctor to arrive, they gathered all the frozen vegetables from the freezer and placed them over Sam's ankles and wrists and his neck.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull away, but Dean was there. He was right beside him, holding his hand, comforting him verbally. "It's okay. - We need to get your fever down."

A violent shiver cursed through the omega's body. "Please ... I don't want to go back. Please."

"You're staying with us, son.", Sonny's deep voice was heard before Dean could utter something. "You're not going anywhere soon. - Not until we've found a relative of yours."

The thought had never occurred to Dean Winchester so far. That – if they'd find any relatives – Sam would be gone. He'd get the chance to have a family. A real family. Someone who would care for him ... A fact that stung a bit though. Even if it shouldn't.

Sam'd have a normal life. Something Dean would never be able to give him ...

"You just stay with us, okay? - The doc's on his way. He's got the good stuff. The rea good stuff, Sammy."

Fever-dazed hazel-eyes looked at him. Glossy and dull as if he was looking far away. "Don't want to ... Don't want to go anywhere ..."

Twenty minutes later, The front door was heard and the doctor hurried up the stairs with his black bag in hands.

Half an hour after that, Sam had the real good stuff in his system. Antibiotics and something that'd help with the pain and calm him down. The omega was visibly relaxing and would soon be out for the count.

Dean didn't leave his side for just a minute. It was like he was superglued to him at the hands. Just when the doctor waved at Sonny to get him out of the room to have a talk, Dean let go of Sam's hand and followed them (without being asked).

They stood before the door. The doc gave two bottles of pills to Sonny, who passed them on to Dean. He then explained the both alphas when Sam was supposed to get them and that they should call him tomorrow again how he was doing.

Dean took notes in his mind, memorizing everything of it.

Other than that he didn't leave Sam for a single moment, except for taking care of his own business and getting downstairs for coffee and food. He spent the time on Sam's side, shushing and stroking him every time he became restless. Dean gathered the omega – HIS omega – in his arms and held him close, let him snuggle and cuddle into him like he hadn't allowed anyone else so far.

The night was the hardest thing to get over with.

The omega had been hurting. He had called out for Dean a dozen times and Dean tried to make it clear to him, that he was right beside him. But for Sam he wasn't present.

So the alpha did the only thing he could do in his rising fear that Sam was going to hurt himself ... ge wrapped him in his strong arms and held him close, whispered sweet promises into his ear until he settled down.

While Sam slept, Dean didn't dare to close his eyes – not for a single minute. He was wetting wash clothes and covering the omega's forehead with them, was wiping the sweat from Sam's upper body and neck ...

Just in the morning, when the antibiotics finally seemed to get a grip and Sam settled down into a fitful sleep, Dean allowed himself to do so too.

Three days later, Sam still felt groggy, but was up and about again. He also acted more different now. He seemed to open up - at least towards Dean – even more. Though, he still seemed to struggle with Sonny and Bobby whenever they came into the room to check on him when Dean went on runs for errands.

The hunter had to get out from time to time, well knowing that his both friends were capable of taking care of Sam. What could probably go wrong anyway?

So Dean strode through the aisles of the mini-mart, trying to pick things Sam could possibly like and the classics of american cooking wich the boy should learn about.

Besided ... he planned to get Sam downstairs tonight and let him watch some TV. With Sonny, Bobby and Dean of course. Therefor they needed pop-corn, sweet-pop-corn, chips, dips, gummy-bears and chocolate of course.

There was one thing Dean was waiting for though. The moment, when the need for a new case, for another hunt would get his claws into him. When he'd feel the need to leave the salvage behind and save lives ...

Sam had pulled up a chair beside the window in his room and sat on it, staring out towards the driveway, waiting for Dean's return. It was an odd habit. Back at the farm, he had prefered not to know when Alistair used to come back home from shopping. Hell, no one of his sisters and brothers had been.

But now? Now it was fairly different. Dean promised him to get something for him. And since Sam didn't know what that possibly could be (since he had everything and even more he needed to survive), he was pretty nervous and antsy.

The low rumble, a familiar noise, rose Sam out of his slumber in the arm-chair. When his eyes fluttered open, Dean's car was about to pull up the driveway of the house. Sam could even get a glimpse of the paper-bags on the back seat.

A tingly feeling ran through his body, letting him feel the anticipation of the alpha's return. He wanted nothing more than going downstairs and outside, so he'd be able to help Dean getting the things in.

But he couldn't get himself to do so. There'd be the others.

Sam couldn't quite tell why it was so hard to walk over to the door, push the handle down and leave the room. He didn't know what it was that made it so hard for him to walk down the corridor and the stairs ... to face the others ...

Dean cursed under his breath as he tried to close the door behind the driver's side with arms full of paper-bags. When he finally managed it, he cursed again, because he wouldn't be able to open the damn front-door without putting the bags aside.

He shot a glimpse at the window, counting on it that he'd see Sam seeing him. But he wasn't there. The curtains were closed and there were no familiar looking eyes peeking down at him. Something that made him a bit sad though. He had thought Sam would be waiting for him (somehow).

He was even more surprised to spot a tall, curled up form, on the top of the stairs as soon as he had managed to get inside without dropping either of the bags in his arms.

Sam was sitting there, his legs pulled up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees, looking at him.

"Wanna help me?", Dean asked, smirking up at the omega.

Sam cocked his head to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. He wanted to help him. He really did. But there were the stairs ... and unknown territory ... and maybe the other men.

"You can come downstairs if you want, you know that, right?" Dean wore a soft smile on his lips, his eyes glancing up warmly at the young man. "Besides ..." He looked around. "Looks like Sonny and Bobby aren't home ... so ... Maybe you'd like to help me out a bit? With cooking and stuff?"

Sam thought. He thought for a long time.

Dean continued to stand where he was, looking up at the man, giving him time to think.

Then FINALLY, Sam decided to get up from where he sat and went down the stairs. Slowly, always a watchful gaze at the door frame towards the living-room and the one of the kitchen.

... to be continued

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