Right, so this is it the last full chapter. Thank you so much for all of you that stuck by me through this journey. I hope you have enjoyed the second instalment of this verse, let me know what you thought overall. I might revisit this verse at some point but for now I am working on rewriting an old story I unfortunately had to abandon years ago. Keep an eye out for my next story! Just the short epilogue after this.

The Impala rolled down the dirt path, stones were kicked up against the side with Dean grimacing every time he heard the metallic ding that could indicate the scratched paint. His right hand tapped the wheel with his eyes scanning his surroundings. His left hand was entwined with Sam's who couldn't stop smiling at him. He could feel the omega's gaze on him like he was afraid that if he looked away Dean would disappear. Not that the Alpha blamed him, the last few days had felt like a dream one that he never wanted to wake up from.

When Sam's heat passed the pair had spent some time in the shower trying to wash over the scent of their love though they both knew that the whole pack would realise what had been happening. When they had emerged Mary had brought them both into a hug with John patting Dean proudly on the back. Junior was excited that his fathers were back together though he didn't understand what it meant really. For the rest of the pack it meant that they would finally have the pack omega, a second in command for when Dean was away or was not able. Something he would see to once they made it back but for now they had another matter to attend to.

Dean drew himself out of his thoughts as he made a right turn into a hidden driveway. He held his breath at the thick plume of smoke that was still smouldering high in the sky. He squeezed the omega's hand before pulling apart. Peering through the windscreen he navigated the vehicle through the thick screen blanketing the atmosphere, thankful that he had kept the windows rolled up.

Embers flickered off of the trees around them, with half of them either lying on the floor or still being engulfed by the light fires that continued to roar. It was an almost perfection imitation of the way their own pack lands had been left all those years ago. The surrounding forest where the pack had fled that night was nothing but ash and ruin. Streaks of blood littered the floor, staining it a permanent blood red where the hunters had gone on their spree. Half of the pack had been wiped out that night and a part of Dean felt responsible whereas the other part of him couldn't help but believe that they had brought it on themselves. Those that were out there that night were the ones who had had the choice. They were the ones who chose to be part of the pack, the ones that chose to kill innocent people and turn the others. They had added to Adam's army and created the hell that had almost consumed humanity. If they had not been stopped who knows what else might have happened. That was a risk Dean could not take. Adam was just one wolf, an idea that could run through anyone's head who had half a brain cell to think.

The Alpha pulled the car into a clearing, making sure to keep his baby at a distance from the fires but close enough that they could make a quick exit if they needed to. He killed the ignition and pulled out the keys. Shooting a small smile at the omega he leaned over him to reach inside the glove box. Carefully he retrieved his Colt 1911 and the small wooden box beside it that contained the silver bullets he kept for a special occasion. Cocking back the barrel he peered inside making sure that it was in the best condition, he might not normally have to use his weapon often but that didn't mean that he could neglect to take care of it. A man who takes care of his gun will take care of him. At least that was what his father had always told him. Ever since he was a teenager when he had been given the weapon for his sixteen birthday. It had been a way for him to be able to protect himself when he could not shift. A sympathy present you could say but he cherished it all the same. The amount of times it had saved him and the pack had been too many for his comfort recently. He pulled out the old mag and emptied the contents into his lap, changing the normal bullets to the silver ones he had had freshly prepared. He held one of them up between his forefinger and ring finger, his eyes peering at it like it was the answers to all of their questions and problems. He had made this one years ago, taught himself in his downtime, brought some silver from an antiques dealer and melted it down to fit into one of the old casings. He had even managed to engrave his brother's name on it, the old metaphor about a bullet having a name on it got stuck in his head when he had been younger. For years he had told himself that this was the moment, this was going to be his time to get his revenge on his younger brother. But not once had he loaded this bullet until now. Drawing himself out of his thoughts he loaded the gun and clicked the safety off. Shooting the omega a small smile he pushed his frame out of the car and placed the gun into the waistband of his jeans.

Sam followed suit with neither one seeming to want to say a thing. Pocketing his keys he delved one hand into the depths of his jacket while his other grabbed hold of Sam's, not wanting to let his mate out of his sight.

Slowly they made their way over to the smouldering wreckage that used to be the impressive and imposing mansion. The bricks were twisted on the ground with various pieces of furniture burnt beyond recognition. The wolf statues that used to indicate the entrance were scattered in pieces around them. Burnt bodies were visible through the ruins of the building, some were intact whereas others it was almost impossible to tell that it had been a person. Many of them Dean recognised to be the omegas that had been past saving, others had been Alpha's that must have fled back into the wreckage to try and quell the fire. He didn't dare count, he didn't want to know how much blood was on his hands. Not that Adam cared when he had invaded his home lands and killed innocents but he wasn't his brother.

They walked around the building, picking through the bodies trying to identify the one they wanted to find. The one that would finally put their minds at ease. With there being no signs of Adam the Alpha lifted his nose to the air. He inhaled deeply trying not to cough at the smoke that filtered in through his lungs with the movement. Death, smoke, blood and decay filled his senses threatening to pull him under if he was not careful. Trying to ignore them he focused his mind on the familiar scent he knew almost as well as his own. There seemed to be a faint trace, not fresh but it was lingering, having moved away from the burning mansion. That meant one thing, Adam was still alive.

Growling he used his senses to track down his allusive brother, he was like a cockroach, no matter what was thrown his way he always seemed to survive it but not this time. He was not leaving here until he knew that Adam had breathed his last breath. He would not hurt another living soul not as long as he was alive.

He was curled up against the rock that had concealed the exit to the secret tunnel seeming to have been able to break through the thick door. Or by the mangled blistered body beside him someone sacrificed themselves to free him. A brainless Alpha that would do anything for his Pack Alpha. Adam's head was curled in his chest with his breathing heavy and erratic like every gasp was a struggle. He was entirely naked with burns covering every inch of his skin though there was evidence of fresh muscles being knitted together underneath. He was missing half of his hair with his skull clear underneath the patchy spots of skin. He had no muscle definition at all. In fact he looked like he had crawled out of his own grave. That was the one thing about Pack Alphas was that they were designed to be harder to kill. Look at their father that had survived a bullet through the spine, Dean who had survived being shot in the head and Adam having survived an explosion. His body seemed to be slowly healing itself but the progress was slow. It would take months before he was back at full health if Dean's guess was accurate.

Dean dropped Sam's hand as he grabbed the gun, keeping it aimed at the floor for the moment. His eyes narrowed towards the disfigured and disgusting form of his brother. The man who had destroyed his life and tried to kill him on numerous times.

"Come to finish the job brother," Adam wheezed through his damaged throat, his voice was barely above a whisper. His head lifted from his chest revealing that he only had one eye remaining though he still managed to look smug through the little that was left of him. "How many times have you failed to kill me now?" he continued his arms forcing his body into a sitting position his legs seeming to be too weak to hold any of his weight. "It's getting embarrassing."

"You should see yourself," Dean mocked lowering himself to a crouch so that he was directly in front of Adam, his eyes scrutinising his brother's appearance. "How does it feel?"

Adam scoffed shaking his head with bits of blood falling from him. "You won't kill me," he replied confidently. "This is what we do, we fight, we try and kill each other…we are brothers."

Dean laughed shaking his head, he ran his free hand across his face incredulously. "Brothers," he lashed out and hit Adam across the face with the butt of his gun. "You destroyed my home, my pack, you stole my mate…my son…" he paused at the shocked look that crossed Adam's face. "Does that hurt?" he pulled back slightly feeling the satisfaction wash over him. "To know that Junior is not yours?"

"No…"

"He was never going to be like you," Sam spat out making his presence known. "He was the only part of Dean I had left…you would have killed him…"

"No," Adam chuckled. "I would have watched as you killed him because he would have been just like me. I was raising that boy to tear down whole villages and kill every human who opposes him. I took him to raids, I made him watch as we tear people apart…he is mine and he will always belong to me…"

"NO!" Sam shouted leaping forward he grasped hold of Adam's shoulders and slammed his vulnerable head against the rock ignoring the crunching of bone underneath him. "You monster," he hissed his mouth inches away from the other Alpha. "My son is never going to be like you."

"How sure are you Sammy? They say that kids are impressionable when they are toddlers, how much do you think he is going to remember?"

Dean growled deeply his voice vibrating in the ground causing the pair to pause on the spot. The anger rolled off of the pack Alpha in waves, immediately Sam dropped Adam and stepped into line behind Dean though his eyes were twinkling brightly. Dean lifted the gun to Adam's head and clicked off the safety. There was pure fire in his eyes one that was not just the reflection of the burning mansion. "You will never hurt anyone again."

"Go on then Dean, kill me."

"I can't," Dean paused causing Adam to laugh and Sam stare at him with a shocked and horrified expression.

"I always knew you were weak Dean."

"What you done to me…my pack…it's nothing compared to the torture…the hatred…the fear you caused Sammy…" Dean turned his head to the omega, he flipped the gun so that he was holding the barrel presenting the handle to his mate, who took it without a second's hesitation. "You won't hurt him again."

Sam's mouth was set in a tight line as he turned the gun onto Adam, his finger on the trigger.

"Rot in hell," he growled.

His finger tightened and the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the atmosphere.

(Continue onto epilogue)