ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. Sadie decided to rule my land of Imagination.

Hey, guys! I'm SO sorry for the LOOOOONG wait! I had a really hard time to write this chapter. But the waiting paid off, because it turned out pretty good. And the extra length is my apology for keeping you waiting. I'm sorry once again!

And someone's back! I'm sure you know who it is by now. :)

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!


The soft sounds of nature floated into the bedroom with a gentle breeze, fluttering the curtains in the window. But for Sam those quiet noises were like sandpapers scrubbing his eardrums. His head was pounding so hard like someone was beating the inside of his skull with a sledgehammer. It was worse than his hangover after New Year's Eve, which was saying something, since he spent his whole day in front of the toilet with Jessica by his side, comforting him and cooling him down with a washcloth.

Finally Sam opened his eyes and squinted in the light of the sun. He didn't know what time it was, but he had enough of these blackouts. He slowly pushed himself up with his good arm and leaned against the headboard, scrubbing his hand down his face. He tried to remember what happened.

He and Dean were lying in bed… Sam woke up from a nap, Dean next to him… The man wasn't here now. Sam asked about Dean's troubles, hoping he could help, but he got that annoying, hazy response… Dean brought him some water… Then he felt feverish and blacked out…

Sam felt rage course through his body, as every memory returned from his last awake period. How could he do this to him? The bastard… He felt tears of betrayal slide down his cheeks. He wanted to wait… Sam quickly jumped up onto his feet and started towards the door, but something halted his strides: there wasn't any pain from the abrupt movement…

Sam shook his head, putting this issue to the side for later observation and continued his way out, fury filling him again. He walked to the stairs and heard the voice he was looking for:

"You sure we did the right thing?" Dean asked someone, his tone uncertain and scared. Before an answer could have come to his question, Sam rushed into the room, anger rolling off of him in waves. Dean and Julia jumped up from their seats at his arrival.

"Sam…" Dean spoke, but he was cut off:

"What did you do to me?" Sam hissed angrily, his body shaking, his chest heaving in fury.

"What…?" Dean looked confused and tried to step to the boy, but Sam staggered back from him, fresh tears gliding down on the glittering paths on his cheek. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and pulling him in: judging by the chin in front of his eyes, it was Bryan, his embrace protective.

"You drugged me!" Sam cried out, leaning into the taller man's hold, seeking for comfort.

"What?" Bryan exclaimed in disbelief. "You drugged him?"

"No, I didn't!" Dean shouted back desperately then pinned his gaze onto Sam's. "You know I would never…"

"You've already done it once!" Sam replied shakily, soft sobs breaking out of him as Bryan's arms tightened around him. The room was filled with tense silence, Dean watching his lover cowering away from him in fear. All because he tried to help the boy… He rounded on Julia with tears gathering in his eyes.

"This was your idea" he snarled. "Fix it right now!" Sam looked at the two of them confused. What does Julia have to do with this? The girl stepped forward with a guilty expression on her face.

"Sam" she spoke softly like she was talking to a wild, injured animal. "Are you in pain?" Sam frowned at that, completely lost, but shook his head. "Dean didn't drug you" Julia continued. "I swear to you. Yes, it was my idea. But we couldn't tell you about it, because you would've tensed up and it would've been much worse. Sweetie, believe me! This was for your own good."

"Then what happened?" Bryan asked, seeing as Sam was still too upset to speak.

"We couldn't watch him to suffer so much" Julia turned to Bryan, pleading with her cousin to understand. "Dean was really desperate to help him and this was the only thing that could help besides time. It wasn't a drug, just a cure to quicken the process of healing."

"What was it?" Sam uttered out, eyes falling onto Dean. The man noticed it and answered in a whisper:

"Blood… My blood…"

Sam's eyes widened comically at the three words. Dean made him drink blood? But how come the water wasn't colored from it? And how much…?

"Six… drops?" he asked unsure, remembering the overheard conversation from the previous day. Dean looked surprised but nodded. Sam leaned his head onto Bryan's shoulder as he walked through his memories with this new information attentively. Between the conversation on the phone and the action half a day went by. Which meant, Dean was considering it really hard, debating whether to do this or not. And even though it was a terrifying experience, the blood helped him with the pain: his side wasn't even hurting anymore.

"It also served greatly as a test, although it wasn't intended to be that" Julia spoke again. Sam turned his attention to her. "The reaction you got from the blood showed us that Dean was right. You're his mate" the announcement came out with a happy, bright smile from the girl. Sam felt a huge weight fall off his heart at the news. He always knew that Dean and him belong together, but to have actual confirmation… It was a very uplifting feeling.

"Don't do this to me again!" Sam choked out, feeling the craving for Dean's touch and kiss return as his rage dissipated.

"I won't" Dean whispered, his eyes mirroring the same emotions inside Sam. "Promise."

That one word was enough for the boy to break out of Bryan's embrace and leap into his lover's arms, sobs of relief breaking out of him and muffled by the strong shoulder. Dean hugged him tightly, his hold more solid and firm than ever. Sam leaned into the embrace, his limbs relaxing as his body finally had contact with the love of his life. He was pulled forwards as Dean started backing to the couch. Sitting down, the man situated Sam on his lap, the boy straddling him, head cradled in the crook of Dean's neck. The man combed his fingers through the chestnut-brown locks to give comfort, calming the distressed boy tenderly. Sam's sobs and hiccups died down soon, enjoying his lover's embrace tiredly, worn out from the scene earlier.

A soft kiss landed on the top of his head as he finally fell into a short but restful nap.


It was nighttime, the end of a very busy day. After Sam had woken up from his nap, Dr. Ward had been called out to check on her patient. After the examination, the doctor had exclaimed that Sam's broken arm was almost healed, the claw marks on his chest had sealed shut, only leaving behind long white lines on his skin and the rib had mended completely. But the best news had been about the skin on his bicep: the newer tissues had finally covered the wound, still tender and wrinkled, but the danger of losing his arm had passed, much to Sam's relief. As the doctor had taken the arm from the sling to move it around, she'd declared that the sling was not needed anymore, but Sam has to be extra careful with moving his arm around.

Now the pair was in their bed, finally enjoying each other's presence without the fear of hurting Sam. They were sleeping peacefully, Dean's arm wrapped around Sam, spooning behind the boy. Wind was blowing through the leaves of the trees, howling softly as it wafted through the trunks in the forest.

Sam was woken abruptly from his dreamless sleep. Snapping his head up he looked around the room, looking for anything that disturbed him. Not finding anything he lay back down and closed his eyes again. In the middle of falling asleep, he looked up again quickly: this time he certainly heard something. He started trembling from fear, when the wind howled again in the forest. He laid his head back onto Dean's arm under his head, but this time he didn't close his eyes. He waited and waited…

There it was again: a small shuffling sound from the darker part of the room. Sam trained his gaze onto that spot, trying to see through the blackness… Was it a shape there? Was it… moving?

Sam's breathing picked up speed from fear, his gaze not leaving the spot where he saw movement. He tried to speak up or wake Dean because someone was in the room, but his mouth wouldn't open and no sound would come out of him, no matter how hard he tried it. The howl of the wind was stronger now, but it was different… So much more different…

He saw the movement again and the shape was bigger now… Like it was coming closer… Sam tried desperately to speak, to moan, to whimper, something…

Growls filled the room, reverberating from the walls, the floor, the ceiling and into Sam's ears… They're everywhere… Coming closer… A snarl resounded in front of him and the shape materialized into… mangy fur… foaming mouth… crazed eyes… full of hunger…

It prowled a little closer… then crouched down… getting ready… teeth glinting in yellow… almost like a victorious smirk… He still couldn't speak… Dean, wake up… Please… It's ready… Pounces…

As the ugly features closed in on him, a scream tore out of his throat…


"SAM!"

When Dean had woken up, he'd been scared to death from the screams greeting him. He had been trying to wake Sam up for minutes, but the boy had been unresponsive, only screaming bloody murder and thrashing wildly, like he'd been trying to get away from something. Dean had quickly held Sam down, thankful of the sheets that had wrapped around the boy's legs. Now he had only had to hold down the flailing arms and the bucking body.

At his shout Sam's eyes snapped open, but he was still trapped in his nightmare, not letting the screams up. He still tried to get away from the hold around him, but he was too panicked to have success with his attempt.

"Sam! Calm down! You're okay!" Dean tried, to no avail. With a last desperate attempt, he clamped his hand onto Sam's mouth, muffling the screams of torture that the nightmare inflicted on the boy. Sam tried to fight, but Dean just shook him hard to stop his wriggling. Sam started sobbing and shaking in terror, but his tenseness let up, when he recognized the arms around him. He whined pleadingly into the palm holding his mouth shut, and grabbed the other hand tightly.

Dean pressed a kiss onto the boy's head and loosened his hold to turn him around and into another tight embrace. His heart broke into pieces at the mental torture his lover had to go through.

"W-W-Wolf-f" Sam sobbed out, his body convulsing from the force. Dean closed his eyes dejectedly: his lover was afraid of wolves. This felt like a dagger straight through the remains of his heart.

"Shhshshshhh, there's no wolf here" Dean shushed the distressed boy. "There's no wolf here, just you and me… You're safe, beautiful… You're okay… Just a nightmare… It was just a nightmare…"

"D-Dre-eam?" Sam uttered out with all his puppy-like confusion. Dean realized that the boy was just waking up.

"Yeah, Sammy" he answered with a soft kiss onto the brown locks. "A dream…"

"T-Tried t' ca-all you…" Sam continued. "Cou'n't speak…"

Dean felt like a medium at those words: he instantly knew what the dream meant. Sam dreamed about the wolf that attacked him and he couldn't get help from Dean… He must have been begging desperately for someoneanyoneDean to help him, but no one could hear him…

"Sammy" Dean spoke up softly. "The wolf is dead." Sam's body went rigid at those words.

"Dead?" he breathed with what sounded like hope.

"Yes, Sammy. Lorie killed that beast. Right on the spot."

This time the sobs were soft and small, indicating the huge relief this information caused to Sam. Dean rocked his angel gently, showering the dear face with loving kisses, until Sam calmed down. Exhaustion pulled the boy back under the river of sleep, and both of them had an undisturbed night.


"Who's Lorie?"

Dean was startled out of his reverie at Sam's quiet question. They were lying in bed the next morning, Sam still trying to get over his nightmare. He was nestled into Dean's side, the man's arms around him, his hold protective and loving.

"Oh, right" Dean exclaimed, as the light bulb went off in his head. "You haven't met her yet. She's Bryan's fiancée."

"I thought Bryan had a girlfriend" Sam mused with a frown.

"No, he has a fiancée. They haven't made plans for the wedding yet. They want to wait for the right time."

"I hope my wedding will be in spring with all the flowers and the blooming of a new life…" Sam's dreamy voice trailed off as he sank into his own fantasy. Dean looked at his lover with a knowing smile on his face. He stared at the glazed look in the boy's eyes, the light blush coloring the cheeks, which appears every time when Sam is daydreaming. Not able to contain himself anymore, he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss onto the curved-up corner of the soft lips, breaking Sam out of his trance. The boy blushed deeper, as he realized what happened.

"Sorry" he whispered. "I got ahead of myself."

"It's okay" Dean answered, closing the subject for now. After a little thinking, he spoke up again:

"Lorie is a white wolf."

He felt Sam's body go rigid instantly, as the words left his mouth. The hold on his T-shirt tightened into a fist, bunching up the material, while a shudder ran down the boy's spine. Dean rubbed Sam's back in comfort, until the tenseness evaporated from the muscles. He then decided to distract his lover from his memories.

"I was thinking" he said, earning a curious look from Sam. "Maybe it's time for me to meet your father." His suggestion was greeted with a gasp.

"Are you saying…?" Sam breathed.

"We should take some time off, away from here" Dean continued. Sam rewarded him with a kiss.

"It would be a nice change from the fff… f-f-fo… f-f…" Dean watched Sam worriedly, as he struggled. Tears of frustration filled the boy's eyes, as he fought to get the word out. "Ffff… f-f-f… fff…"

"Shhh…" Dean stopped Sam, pulling him back into his arms. Small sobs broke out of the boy, confirming Dean's suspicion about the damage his lover mentally suffered. "It's okay… You're gonna be okay… You're not ready. That's why we should visit your Dad. It would do you a lot of good. And you can start healing…"

Sam nodded at his words, knowing that healing meant reliving his memories of the attack and facing his fears from the trauma. He let himself forget about that now, though, and concentrated on the upcoming trip back home. Although, no matter where he will go in the future, as long as Dean was with him, Sam always felt at home.


Julia and Bryan were sad that the pair wanted to leave for a while, but they helped them get ready for the trip. While Julia accompanied Sam in the packing, Dean and Bryan did their best to make the Impala as comfortable as possible. When Sam and Julia stepped out of the house with two duffel bags, the passenger seat was filled with pillows, which came in handy, since Sam's body was still sore and tired. As soon as Dean joined him behind the wheel and tucked the boy in with a soft blanket, Sam drifted away to sleep, only managing a wave towards the cousins. As the Impala's engine began purring and Dean started maneuvering the big car out of the village, his hand gripped Sam's firmly, entwining their fingers. Sam wandered away to dreamland with a smile on his face.

When he woke up, they were already in Sioux Falls, the sun half above the horizon. Sam stretched out as best as he could and then straightened up. Dean lifted their joined hands up and pressed a kiss on the back of Sam's, sending a gentle smile to his lover. Sam guided Dean to his father's house. Soon the car stopped next to a white picket fence, guarding a two-storied house, walls painted in blue, the shutters of the windows white. Sam let out a pleasing sigh, happy to be back. He was really worried about his Dad, since he didn't know how the man reacted to his absence, and certainly didn't know what greeting will wait for him. Looking at Dean he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Dean seemed to be in a stupor, as he stared at the house. He was shaking slightly, his features pale and showing visible fear. But in his emerald eyes Sam saw recognition besides the terrified glint.

"You okay?" he asked the man, who startled from his voice. Sam noticed then the tight grip on his hand, Dean's palm sweaty from nervousness.

"Yeah" Dean squeaked out, but quickly cleared his throat. However, the next attempt wasn't successful, either, so he just nodded.

"Don't be scared!" Sam tried to comfort the man quietly. "Everything's gonna be fine." He waited for Dean's nod then climbed out of the car. The man followed him and together they stepped into the yard. As they got closer to the porch, Dean's shaking grew harder and harder and when Sam knocked on the door, he heard the man gulping loudly.

A few seconds later the front door opened up, revealing an older man, blue eyes widening at the sight of his guests.

"Sam?" Bobby breathed in hope and disbelief.

"Hey, Dad" Sam smiled uncertainly, a little afraid from his father's reaction. The next moment, though, he was yanked forward and pulled into a tight hug. Sam returned it with all his might, tears rolling down his cheek at the long-awaited familiarity. "'M sorry" he whispered into his Dad's shoulder.

"I was so worried" Bobby said as he pushed his son away to look him over. Seeing the cast on the boy's arm, he froze. "What the hell happened to you?"

"An accident" Sam brushed it off quickly, but Bobby didn't miss the shudder that ran through his boy. Then his gaze landed on the other guest, recognition filling him at the man's features and blonde hair.

"Dad" Sam stepped to the side, "this is…"

"Dean?" Bobby asked in disbelief. Sam snapped his head to his father, surprised that he recognized his companion.

"Bobby" Dean nodded nervously, eyes shifting from the older man to Sam and back. But then Bobby realized something else, as he remembered a night, his son scared to death…

"You" he hissed. Sam took a cautious step towards Dean, ready to shield him from his father's wrath. He heard another loud gulp from his lover and knew that Dean was more than terrified now. "You kidnapped my son!" Bobby shouted. "Your own brother!" As he began rushing forward, fully intent to throttle the young man, who hurt his boy, Sam grabbed him quickly and held him back.

"Dad! Stop!" Sam cried out, as he struggled to keep his Dad away from Dean.

"I should fill your ass with so many bullets that you'd crap lead for a whole week!" Bobby bellowed to the cowering young man.

"Dad, enough! It's over!"

"It ain't over, until I kick his ass into next week!"

With great effort Sam pushed his father away, hissing as the movement pulled on his healing skin. Dean immediately jumped to his side to help him, but Sam just shook his head with a grateful smile.

"Get away from my boy, you bastard!" Bobby shouted angrily.

"Dad, listen, please!" Sam begged and his pleading gaze seemed to calm the older man down some. "I know what Dean did was horrible, but everything changed ever since." Bobby just stared at his son dumbfounded, his suspicion from the time, when Sam was here, confirmed.

"I need a drink" he grumbled, as he walked away to the kitchen, leaving the door open as a kind of invitation.

"I'll get our stuff up" Dean spoke, still shaken from Bobby's outrage. "Why don't you talk to your Dad?" Sam nodded and pressed a quick kiss onto his lover's lips, before following his father into the kitchen.

As Dean got their bags up to Sam's room, the voices began growing in volume in the kitchen. By the time he was sitting on the bed, waiting for Sam to join him, a screaming match occurred downstairs that anyone, even humans could've heard clearly.

"That asshole kidnapped you and hurt you" Bobby's voice shot upstairs, hurting slightly Dean's enhanced hearing, "and you want me to just accept him?"

"I love him!" Sam screamed back. "So if you want me to be happy, at least you can show some effort to be civil to him!"

"Just because a fluke made you change your opinion about him, it doesn't mean that you love him!"

"You don't understand what I'm feeling for him! You'd never understand it!"

"He's just using you for his own good! But I won't let him! You're gonna break things off with him, and that's that!"

"I HATE YOU!"

Sam's last scream was followed with deep silence, which was broken by loud thumps coming up the stairs. Dean jumped up when the door of the room was wrenched open then storming in Sam slammed the door shut so hard that the whole room shook from the force. Dean watched sadly as the boy threw himself onto his bed and began sobbing harshly into his pillow. Dean carefully climbed in behind him and pulled his distraught lover into his arms, spooning behind the shaking body. He shushed the boy into sleep, caressing the brown locks tenderly and pressing kisses onto them.

Making sure that Sam was sleeping soundly, Dean got up from the bed and snuck out of the room. He heard Bobby pacing downstairs in the kitchen, so he walked down to him, trying to mend the relationship between father and son. Bobby just poured out some whiskey into his glass, when Dean stepped in.

"What d'ya want?" Bobby grumbled, downing his drink in one gulp. Dean lowered his gaze shamefully, playing with his fingers in his anxiety.

"I wanted to apologize" he spoke up finally in a soft voice. "I didn't mean to screw with you two. I didn't mean to make you argue. Guess I'm only good for messing up other people's lives."

Bobby observed the young man in front of him. He still remembered the young boy, all happy and bubbly just like every other kid… Just like Sam was… But Dean always had this more mature side of him, and he always protected his little brother… Even though he had a great childhood with the Winchesters, he still had to grow up too soon. And it seemed to pay off right now. He had more will to stay calm and level-headed, even when Bobby was about to chop his head off in anger.

Bobby sat down with a heavy sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. Why is it so much harder to deal with Dean and his reasonable arguments then with Sam and his tantrums? He heard movement beside him; when he looked up, Dean was kneeling next to him, looking up at him with big, bright emerald eyes, full of respect and adoration towards the older man, just like when he was a kid. For a moment he saw that little boy in the adult features.

"I just don't know what should I do" Bobby sighed again. "With Sam and you."

"You're just worried about him" Dean said. "Scared for him. I understand. But keeping him away from me is not the best solution. Every time I left him alone, he got hurt…"

"What are you talking about?"

"The car accident was because I left him" Dean explained sadly. "He was too upset to think clearly and he got behind the wheel like that. I didn't even know he had an accident until I came to get his car. And… the cast on his arm" Bobby straightened out some; he had a bad feeling about this, "he got hurt because I was terrified. That was the day I learned about the accident, and I panicked. He got lost in the forest near the village I live and…"

"And?" Bobby asked when Dean trailed off, not wanting to finish the story.

"And he got attacked by wolves" Dean whispered guiltily. "He almost died… I'm so sorry…"

"Oh, God" Bobby breathed out in horror. However, seeing the guilt and self-loathing on the young man's face and in his eyes, he couldn't stay mad at him. "Well, he's a lot better now. I guess he needed a change of scenery, right?" Dean nodded.

"You have to understand what's happening to him" the young man continued. "He loves me and I love him whole-heartedly. If I would leave him, it would break his heart again and vice versa. I remember Auntie Karen and you; I'm sure you understand what Sam feels. Please, Uncle Bobby!"

Bobby was amazed by the changes in Dean. One moment he's just like his adoptive father, it's like John Winchester is kneeling in front of him, but the other moment Dean turns back to his younger self, just staring at Bobby, waiting for the clever adult to give answers to every question in the world.

"I missed you, kiddo" Bobby whispered, trying to keep his emotions in line. He yanked the young man up into a hug, feeling the small sobs escaping through the young man's tough exterior.

"Me, too, Uncle Bobby" Dean replied, returning the embrace firmly. With that bridges were mended between the two and they could start repairing the family bond and healing their loved one, Sam.

TBC


So, am I forgiven? -smiles sweetly with Sadie supporting with the kitty eyes-

Hope you liked it! And that Bobby's anger was good enough. I thought just a threat would be enough, there's no need for the gun. -Sadie tilts her head to the side, deep in thought- No, Sadie, forget about it! -Sadie pouts and hides in closet, plotting revenge-

Anyway, hope I did good with this chapter! See you soon!