Yay, another chapter!
This has already been posted on my AO3, and sad to say, there were so many mistakes on there due to my posting on my phone.
But here you are, this is a different chapter, and it's looking a little more into the Winchester's dynamics, so ta-dah. Enjoy!
"Sam, listen to me. Your brother knows what he's doing. You need to stay here and keep up with your studies."
Sam was mimicking his brothers actions from what felt like years ago. Shoving clothes and rations in his sack, he kept his back to his father, ignoring his words.
"Dean needs me, Dad. I just know it."
King John sighed, exasperated as his son, yet again, defies his orders. He pinched the bridge of his nose praying that it will help stave off the oncoming headache that he knew what was coming.
"And I told you that your brother is fine. Your brother is a big boy now. I'm pretty sure Dean could hold his own out there by himself."
Sam scoffed at how easily his father could dismiss the issue at hand. Dean, the little soldier. Strong. Willful. Obedient. Expendable. Because that's all he is in the eyes of the King.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Sam turned a glare at his father. John bristled at his son's tone, his wolf taking it as a challenge from his Alpha offspring.
"Excuse me? Don't you raise your tone at me, boy." Sam scowled in return.
"Dean could be dying out there and you could give a rat's ass about it! You don't care about what happens to him, as long as he just sits quiet and follows your orders."
"You don't know what you're talking about, Sam." John did his best to brush off his son's accusations, but even he knew that in the back of his mind, he was being reckless. Ever since Mary... no. He couldn't bring himself to think of those times.
"You're so Hell-bent on getting revenge, that you're blind to your own children's needs. What kind of father does that? You might have a duty to your kingdom, but you also have a duty to your family." Sam turned back around, double checking his supplies before clipping his cloak around his neck and shouldering his pack.
Before he could walk passed, the patriarch tugged on his son's shoulder.
"Son, just listen to me."
"No, Dad! I'm sick and tired of you trying to tie me down. You might be able to get Dean to listen to you, but that doesn't mean that I have to either."
"Damn it, Sammy. Just calm down!" Both Alphas hackles were up, circling one another as they stared each other down.
Tension crackled in the air between their bodies. The silence was thick and stifling, the musk of their Alpha pheromones permeating through the air. Finally, John's sigh cut through quietness.
"Son, I'm so sorry." Sam huffed, disbelieving of his father's words. Because that's all they were, words.
"Why, Dad? Because you know that Dean has been a better father to me than you ever have?" John shook his head in shame.
"I know I haven't been the greatest father, and I've done a piss poor job to do right by you, but you have to understand... I gave your brother a direct order and he listened. Not because he's duty bound, but you have to see reason, Sam. Your brother is the Crowned Prince, and he understands what he has to do for the future of the Kingdom..."
"You know as well as I do that that's bullshit." John smiled wryly at his son, his pup.
"I have never told you this Sam, but... the day you were born. I held you in my arms and wept with joy..." John sighed, but continued through the ache in his heart. "The day that your mother... died, I promised her that I would keep you safe-that I would keep you free from the dangers in this world, both you and Dean. But that could never be possible."
John reached up and cupped Sam's face in his palm, tears brimming in his eyes. It took all of Sam's strength to not recoil at the oncoming touch.
"Both you and your brother are the most important things in my life, and I do everything to the best of my powers so that I can to make your lives safer. Better..."
Sam didn't know how to respond. His heart ached at the sadness of his father's voice, but his Alpha was still pacing back and forth, edging at the brim.
"Sammy, I sent Dean to find Castielle out of duty. And I know how harsh it seems, but there are consequences in being a future King, and Dean knows them. I would not wish this upon your brother if it weren't the best course of action... War is upon us, Sam and I'm planning on fighting."
Sam's eyes went wide at John's declaration. He knew what that meant. John wasn't making it his goal to come back.
"Dad, no." John's usually hardened eyes, softened as he looked at his pup's face.
"I don't hate Omegas, Sammy. How could I? Your mother was an Omega and she was the love of my life, but Dean needs as much help as he can get. And if that means joining up with the Angels, then that's what he's going to have to do. Someday, he's going to have to learn that being King comes first." John's eyes brimmed with unshed tears. It had been years since he's actually allowed himself to feel. Sniffing, he continued.
"It nearly killed me when I lost your mother. I can't lose the two of you. I won't. And when this war comes, which it will, I don't expect to come out of it alive. If it means I get to kill as many Demon sons of bitches as I can, then I will take it."
"Dad..." Sam's Alpha has calmed down. Whines brewing from his throat, the two clutched at each other, foreheads touching.
"If you want to go find your brother, I won't stop you. But please, Sammy. Just this once, can we not? I don't want to fight with you anymore."
The younger Alpha nodded, understanding now his father's internal struggle.
"Yes, sir. But, I'm sorry Dad. I have to find Dean, and you know as well as I do that he can't do this all on his own."
John nodded in defeat. Try as he may, he knew how stubborn his pups were. They were Winchester's without a doubt.
"I understand. But, Sammy. Be careful." Sam embraced his father in a tight hug before tearing himself away. He had to find Dean, even if it meant leaving his Father behind.
I know this chapter was really short, but I enjoyed writing it in my free time.
I want to thank my followers and my readers. If you enjoy this fic so far, then that brings the utmost joy to my heart.
I'm still working on my writer's block, but for now I want to give you this!
Thank you, again.
