In lovely memory of my beloved beta GOTHPANDAOTAKU.

She asked for a time out, which I will give her. No one should feel liable to do something he/she doesn't want to.

What do you say to things you love?

Let it go, and it may come back.

I hope she will too …

Anyway: The chapters which will follow after Chapter 15 will not be beta'd and therefore crappy shit. I'm so sorry.

I'm heartbroken.

And devasted.

And ashamed.

I hope some of you will continue to read this story though, since I don't feel like waiting to post the rest of it.

It could be months.

And I can't do that to you guys.

A/N: There will be no graphic rape, but implied and mentioned stuff in this chapter.

You've been warned.

Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 14 ~ One Of A Kind

Sam had clung to the Alpha since that day.

It had only been three days since the omega had told Dean that he thought that he was pregnant with some monster's spawn. That afternoon, Dean had put Sam down with a small blue pill to help him sleep. After he slept, he might feel a bit easier on the heart. At least the alpha hoped so.

Sam had been upset and more than just distressed. He'd been out of it – literally. The omega wouldn't stop crying and shivering and the mixed scent of fear and sheer terror was tearing at Dean's heart and nerves mercilessly. Sam had been hurting so bad, it made his alpha's nerves burn with desperation and sorrow.

Even when he had cried himself into exhaustion, leaving behind nothing more but a heap of agony, his mind hadn't been able to give into it and allow him to drift off to sleep.

Of course, Dean hadn't made him take the sleeping pills. Neither had he told Sam what kind of pills they had been though.

Either the omega trusted him, or he hadn't been right in his mind when Dean had handed him the coke and the pills.

Either way. Sam needed rest. And Dean needed time to figure things out for himself. He needed to know that Sam was okay – as okay as it was possible anyway. He needed to tell the others and do some research on that kind of thing. Dean Winchester felt the need to solve this issue fast. They haven't time to waste.

Sam's life depended on it.

Which also meant that Dean's life depended on it.

So he had carried his omega into the bedroom and laid Sam on the bed as soon as the pills started to kick in. He had covered him in blankets and had sat by his side until the omega's subconscious lost the fight against the medication.

Dean had soothed him tenderly. He had stroke his head and soft hair and had shown him that he was there with him. For him.

Only when Sam had been out for the count, he left his side to rejoin the others, who were in the middle of discussing the case.

Dean took a deep breath before he left his bedroom, all eyes on him the very moment he entered the living room.

"We've a problem," Dean murmured and slumped down in the recliner Sam had occupied before. He rubbed both hands over his face and drew them through his hair in an attempt to clear his mind from Sam's fading emotions. "Whatever parasite it is … Sam's … He's got it too." The alpha's voice broke.

Everyone's eyes widened in horror, except for Bobby's.

"We have to call Jim." He met Bobby's gaze over the distance. "He's gonna help us get it out of Sam."

Bobby shook his head.

The others stayed silent and listened.

"Not that easy, son," the old man said calmly. "It's not like you can just cut it out of him - It's a parasite. IF it's a parasite. Ain't like we can bring him into a hospital either… We'd need to find a place with equipment and someone who's familiar with playin' doctor."

"We're gonna set everything up over here." Dean's mind was working on over-drive. "It's the safest we can do, since the demon's still out there."

"We gotta know what it is that's … nesting in him. I doubt that it's like a normal pregnancy. And he ain't even showing yet …."

Dean nodded to himself. His old friend was right. They had to be prepared. Had to figure out possible complications before they'd do this. Besides … neither of them had any idea how to do a surgery, neither about how to assist Pastor Jim properly.

"We'll need proper equipment," Jody chimed in. "I don't think that a first aid kit and antiseptic fluid will do."

"I know someone who can get us all the things needed. I only need a list with supplies and to make a call," Garth continued. The poor guy was a bit pale around his nose. His voice raw.

"Bobby. You're gonna talk to Jim. He should give you a list with the equipment needed for a surgery like this." Dean rose from the recliner, his hands shaking. "Garth." He addressed him with his hardened gaze. "You'll call your contact as soon as Bobby's got the list." He cleared his throat. "Ellen - Thank you for helping us," he spoke softly.

The woman took it as what it was meant to be. A goodbye. A thank you, but you should go home and grieve over your loss as long as you need to.

She cocked an eyebrow. "You really think I'm gonna go back to the roadhouse after that bitch killed my daughter? I'm not gonna leave until we know what's going on and until it's payed for murdering her." The last words were hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm staying. And I will help."

Dean hadn't thought any less of Ellen. He was glad she'd stay. They'd need every hand possible.

"Besides, I've Ash at the roadhouse. First we'll save your boy and then we'll hunt that bitch down." There was a dangerous smirk playing on her lips.

Dean gave her a thankful nod.

"Jody. Thanks … for helping us out." He said with a soft smile.

"Ain't like I won't be around if you guys need me," she said, well knowing that Dean was right about her not being part of this. She had a job she couldn't quit that easily for hunting down some supernatural being. After all she had to find a proper explanation for the debuty's deaths … She knew that Bobby and Dean knew her number in case they would need backup or anything else that included her.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Jim told Bobby that he was on his way to meet up with them and develop a plan.

Garth had made his phone call and let the others know that his contact would need about a week to get all the things together that were on the list.

Now that they knew that it was monsters AND demons involved in the killings, Bobby and Ellen had new leads to follow and new old books to read through.

Dean was scanning the web, looking for some acceptable (useable) information, while having a watchful eye on his omega.

Now that they knew in which direction they had to look, they had usable results within a couple of hours. Even Jim managed to arrive at the Salvage five hours after Bobby's call when the sun was already setting.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean was scribbling onto a note pad, absorbed in the task at hand to find the thing Sam was carrying inside, when he heard a soft sound from the omega's bedroom.

It took his focused mind a couple of moments to notice though. The alpha looked up and glanced over his shoulder towards the bedroom door, an eyebrow risen.

Again, there was this soft sound, half sigh half moan. To him it sounded everything else but relaxed and it definitely came from Sam.

He laid the pen aside and rose slowly from the chair, holding it with a hand and setting it a few inches backwards so it wouldn't scratch over the wooden floor.

Dean didn't want to wake the omega when it wasn't necessary.

He let go and tiptoed into Sam's bedroom to the end of the bed, where he stopped in his tracks and watched the omega.

It was just a few minutes that Sam seemed to be sound asleep, before another pitiful noise fell from tender rose lips and he shifted as if he was uncomfortable.

Dean's lips creased and he swallowed a groan. It seemed it was too much to ask for a break or for Sam being able to sleep properly after all he'd been through. The alpha thought for a very long moment, before he decided that he wouldn't be able to listen to Sam and take notes at the same time.

It was a thing an alpha couldn't possibly do with an omega – HIS omega, his mate – next door, hurting or even being uncomfortable. So he walked around the bed towards the right side of it and toed off his boots. He then slipped under the covers right beside Sam and closed the distance between them.

Dean wasn't someone who'd admit that he was into cuddling. Of course not. But with Sam? Well, with him it was different. So very different. Besides … who could possibly judge an alpha for wanting to make his mate feel loved and safe and just being there when he needed him?

Dean eased one of his arms under Sam's neck and laid one over his middle. Then he closed the remaining distance between their bodies, until Sam's side was flush against his chest. As if on instinct, his mate wiggled around and turned over, so that he was facing Dean and nestled into his chest and body as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Dean couldn't help but smile, when a long arm snucked around his waist and a nose dug into his chest. Sam was mumbling something incoherent and shifted, but soon he grew calm again and settled down in the loving embrace of the alpha.

"That's it, Sammy," Dean whispered as he let his flat palm travel up and down the omega's back. "You sleep. Try to relax ..." He sighed heavily. "We're gonna fix this. And when it's all over you'll see - You'll learn to go out and talk to other people. You'll go to school or get a job. One day you'll be free, baby boy."

Even though the ex-hunter didn't know what was to come, he so wished he'd be able to keep his word.

"I promise, baby … you'll be safe. We'll get the thing out of you and we'll hunt that bitch down." He had to sigh again.

Dean laid his head back on the pillow and held Sam a bit tighter as his eyes drifted close.

"Sammy." Dean sighed against Sam's forehead and drew in a long shuddering breath heavy with the omega's scent. The sweet odor of jasmine dominating the wood and moss right now, telling Dean that Sam was good for the moment.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

When he woke it was against another body. It was warm and soft and comfortable, and there was a hand resting in between his shoulder-blades and warm puffs of air against his forehead. There was the strong scent of alpha surrounding him. Wood and musk and the typical scent of oil and metal which told him that it was Dean.

Sam yawned and sighed, nuzzling into the soft fabric of the alpha's shirt. He shifted again and stretched his legs so that he could get even closer to the other man's body. The fingers in between his shoulder-blades twitched. Dean shifted.

"Hey, Sammy," he heard a hoarse voice say.

Sam groaned and buried his face in Dean's chest. He wasn't ready to face the cruel reality out there just yet. Besides, he still felt exhausted … and though he had slept, he felt tired and so not in the mood to get up or do anything else right at the moment but lying here.

He was afraid, that as soon as his body would kick into gear and start up its usual circuit, his brain would too. And that meant that he'd start to think about things he didn't want to think about.

"You better?" Dean asked, obviously not wanting to let Sam keep his sleep-dazed mind.

Sam made another sound instead of answering with words and sniffed. It was so warm and comfortable and out there it was cold and hard and just reality.

The omega's stomach grumbled and he felt the slight pull of hunger deep down in his belly. There was no way he'd be able to fall asleep again like that. He just knew it.

"Sammy," Dean whispered and brushed with his lips over Sam's forehead. "You hungry?"

The omega shuddered and whined. Yeah he was, but he still wouldn't want to get up.

Dean shifted again until his arm from under Sam's neck was free and he cupped the younger man's face in his hands, making him look up at him.

Sam's eyes blinked open lazily, revealing circles of brown, green and blue and sparks of something golden.

Dean smiled down at him and kissed the younger man's forehead. Then his brows. His temple. His nose. The Winchester sealed his lips over Sam's then and pulled him into a tender kiss.

Sam made a surprised sound, half whimper-half moan.

"You're hungry," Dean whispered against the omega's lips. "I'll go and get you something."

Sam held onto Dean's shirt. "No," he muttered. "Don' go."

"I'll be back in no time. Scrambled eggs and toast's pretty fast." With that he pulled away and sat up with a groan, as the muscles in his hip, knee and calf protested. "Besides … I'm starvin' too." He smiled back over his shoulder at Sam.

The omega made another sound and buried his face back into the pillow where Dean had been before and sucked in a shuddering breath as he felt IT shift. Sam's hands found his belly and he squeezed his eyes shut at the realization that there was already a slight bulge forming.

He needed to tell Dean Winchester the rest of the story. They didn't know what they were looking for. They didn't know the beast's name that had done this to him. He needed to tell them. This way or another they'd figure out what had happened. How it was even possible to happen.

Thing was: He remembered every detail about it. When Henry came into his room, the lion-like creature walking before him. A giant beast. Easily reaching Henry's shoulders with its head. Black eyes glinting in the dim light. Black silken fur and the sound of sharp claws scratching over wood. Sharp long teeth of a canine seaming its gums when it growled at Sam.

Oh god. The fear he had felt. The terror about what this THING would do to him. First he had thought Henry had brought it in to let it feed … but then? No, he had never imagined what had happened next.

That THING mounted him …

The omega shuddered at the memory. His long fingers curled over his shoulder, where the scars of a claw-mark were hidden under two layers of fabric. He couldn't imagine that this very thing was growing inside him right now. That he was a nothing but a breeder … that he was going to die as soon as the fetus was strong enough to survive on its own.

He wondered how it was even possible that something he was supposed to give life to, would eat its way out of him …

Sam drew in a shuddering breath. This wasn't possible. Couldn't be. That thing was evil … Right? Maybe this one would be different from the others … maybe this one wouldn't hurt him. Then again … parasites didn't care what they were doing to their hosts, did they?

Practically, it wasn't his baby. It was a being which fed from other beings to survive … Was it?

How sure could he be, that it was going to hurt him?

Sam's hand fluttered over his stomach and rested beneath the navel. "Are you goin' to hurt me?" he whispered, not really demanding an answer, since he knew that there wouldn't come one. He knew the answer anyway. "You are, aren't you? You're gonna eat your way out ..."

"Sammy?" Dean's voice startled him out of his thoughts. "You talkin' to yourself?"

The omega's head snapped up and he gazed at Dean, who stood in the doorway, with a tray. He gave him a weak smile. But it only lasted a second, before his face fell.

He needed to tell at least Dean.

"You wanna eat in the kitchen?" Dean seemed a bit unsure as he chewed his lip.

Sam shook his head. Nope. He didn't feel like getting up at all.

"Fine." So the ex-hunter made his way back to the bed and balanced the tray with his hands while he sat back down on the bed and leaned against the headboard before he sat the tray on his lap.

Sam followed his example.

There was a big plate with a heap of scrambled eggs – surely ten or even more. Two big mugs with Coffee. One black. One golden brown. Six slices of buttered toast and two glasses with reddish liquid.

Sam eyed it curiously.

"Found some Raspberry Syrup," Dean said and handed his mate one of the spoons.

Sam started to eat when the alpha had his first spoon full of eggs. He took his time. Chewing slowly and sipping coffee every now and then.

When Dean noticed what the omega was doing, he slowed down too. There was no way he'd let Sam get away with it. He'd eat at least half of the serving.

The omega did. He also emptied the sweet juice and even sweeter coffee.

Sam snuggled up against Dean's side when the tray was gone and sighed deeply. Now or never. He had to tell him.

"Henry called it a name .. once." Sam had his eyes closed. Hell, he didn't need to see Dean's face when he was doing this. When he was about to tell him. Hell, he should have told him its name earlier anyway. What difference did it make anyway? They'd know …

He felt Dean's body tense.

"Orthos," he whispered barely audible.

Then there was a beat of complete silence.

Dean was holding his breath and released it after what seemed like an eternity. "Why didn't you tell us?" There was a hint of annoyance – and anger – in the man's voice.

The omega pulled away, bringing some distance between him and the alpha, and ducked his head. There were no arms holding him. No reassuring touch. Dean didn't try to comfort him in any way.

Maybe this was the breaking point in their fragile bond. Maybe him not telling Dean would ruin whatever it was they had …

"Sam?" The ex-hunter's voice was strained, commanding. Demanding an answer.

"I … Because if had I told you, you would've known." He swallowed thickly.

"Known what? Sam?" he snapped. Nope, Dean Winchester wasn't going to snuggle him. He was pissed. And he'd let the omega feel it.

"What happened," Sam's voice was thin now. He felt his heart pick up, his skin crawl with the uneasy feeling only a failure could cause.

"You already said that."

Sam felt the mattress beside him tip and when he stole a glance beside him, he saw Dean standing up.

"You … you know that things like that are important information to us? You know that this isn't a game, right?" His words were sharp and angry.

So sharp they stung deep inside Sam's chest. Even worse than the sound of his alpha's words was the bubbling anger which radiated from him in thick waves, making Sam's chest tight.

Sam nodded.

"Anything else we need to know? Something that's gonna help us save number thirteen from getting' kidnapped?" Dean snapped, pacing the room in fast strides without looking at the omega. "Any reason you wouldn't tell us? Wouldn't tell ME?"

Sam bit his lower lip before he spoke. "The baby … It's … it's … at least if it is a baby ..." He had no clue how to say it. How to tell the alpha. He felt tears prickle in his eyes. "It's Orthos's. It's … it's not human. It's not a vampire … It's Orthos's." Sam sighed as his voice broke.

He heard Dean gasp. He heard him stop in his tracks. A sharp intake of air cut through the sudden silence.

"I was getting sick. I had a fever and I felt real bad." Sam paused. "Henry noticed and said he'd have something that'd help me." The omega paused again, pushing a sob back down. "Then he'd let his friends in. They'd bind me to the bed face down. Henry'd come back with his pet … and … He'd let it have me," the last few words were barely a whisper, as he reached for his shoulder where marks were hidden by fabric. "Every time when I felt like getting sick - Until I didn't anymore," Sam added softly. "It's Orthos's spawn that's growing in me. So I don't think it will look human or so … I … I just … I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't want everyone to know what had happened. I just wanted to forget. And then … then you and Bobby came and picked me up. And somehow it was too late to tell ..." He sighed again, biting back a hiccup. "And when I read the file about the others … I don't know … I think I just knew ..."

Sam looked up, locking his gaze with Dean's. Wide green eyes and a face drained of all color looked at him. "I'm sorry. I know I should've told you. But I couldn't."

Dean only stood there, staring at him. Sam wasn't sure if the alpha was even breathing right now. Hell, he didn't even know what to make out of this situation.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam sobbed. "You have to believe me. I'm sorry. I didn't want to lie. I didn't want to … to cause so many problems."

Oh god. He was crying again. Like the pathetic, hokey omega he was. He was causing so many problems. He had caused two deaths. Maybe if he had told Dean beforehand what had happened, they had figured it out. Maybe they had known that the girl wasn't a monster. They had known that she was a demon. Maybe if he had told the alpha, all of this hadn't happened.

"I should go," Sam breathed. "I should go," he repeated as he blinked tears away, his mind jumping into autopilot. "I'm … I'm only causing problems for all of you."

The omega sniffed and wiped tears out of his face as he shoved his long legs out of bed. They made contact with the cold wooden floor. Which reminded him, that he didn't own anything. No shoes, no clothes … It was all Dean's and none of it was his.

He owed the man his life, and he had nothing to pay him with. NOTHING.

It was cold outside so … he'd need at least his boots. Sam rose from the bed, his back turned towards Dean, who still stood frozen right where he had stopped in his tracks.

"I won't come back," Sam murmured, his mind only repeating the one and only sentence over and over again. I should leave. "I promise. I won't. I'm … I'm only going to take the boots," he mumbled absently, as he shuffled towards the bedroom door. He half expected Dean to stop him, but the ex-hunter didn't. There was no hand on his shoulder or wrist. No words. No nothing.

So Sam wouldn't stop either. It was the best thing to do anyway.

It was his fault that those deputies were dead. His fault that Ellen's daughter was dead. It was his fault that three of Dean's friends had gotten hurt and his fault that the girl had even been there.

Dean stared at the empty bed. At the very spot where Sam had been sitting and telling him, that he would leave. The same spot they had been sitting side by side, the world half-way okay, until Sam had told him.

Pictures of the night, when little Dean watched flames lick high into the night's sky flashed by in front of his mind's eye. He saw Cooper and the judge. He saw the grin on the omega's face, when they declared him not responsible for what he had done, since he seemed to be crazy.

The alpha couldn't possibly move. This wasn't what he had expected Sam would tell him. Then again … he wasn't sure what he had thought that Sam would tell him.

What had he been expecting? Some sweet love-story about him and Henry or some other monster-chick or guy? Had he truly thought, that this thing – growing inside the omega – had been at least partly human?

What the hell had he been expecting to hear?

Sam struggled with the laces of his boots as he was unable to see through the haze of tears in his eyes and the shaking of his hands.

He wouldn't take anything but the boots. He wouldn't need anything else. Only them and maybe – only maybe – he'd be lucky enough to find shelter somewhere … Somewhere where he'd be on his own. Where he wouldn't get anyone else in danger in case the thing would survive what he was about to do.

…. to be continued