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Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 16 ~ Loosing You

It's been a week since Sam had spilled his little secret to the the ex-hunter. One week, in which everything seemed to be okay for once. A week, where the mood was light and no one seemed nearly as troubled as they maybe should have been.

Garth had managed to get a complete set of medical equipment built up in Bobby's basement, including a table that looked a lot like those in a surgery-room. There were a bunch of monitors, an oxygen tank, something to monitor the omega's breathing and a whole lot of other special devices which were supposed to keep the omega alive in case that something was going wrong.

Which everyone hoped that it wouldn't.

Though …

Jim had arrived three days ago and had checked on Sam. He had done an ultrasound, and what he and Dean saw on the screen made the blood in their veins run cold. It wasn't like they hadn't thought about what they'd probably see beforehand, but they sure as hell hadn't expected to see THIS.

Sam wanted to have a look at the picture too.

Which had only brought tears to the younger man's eyes.

His baby – the thing growing inside of him – looked nothing like a human being. There was a tail and claws and something that looked like teeth.

Sam had been shocked and sad and so angry – all at once. But Dean had been there to pick him up again and reassure him that everything would be fine. He had held him close to his chest, had kissed his head and promised that he'd feel better as soon as it'd be out of him. IT.

The omega couldn't help but think about the being as baby nonetheless and for a short moment he thought about not caring that it'd rip him apart from the inside out and eat his organs. For a short moment, he wished that it'd happen that way, because he didn't want to imagine that this being would be killed.

After all, it was a life, wasn't it? It had its right to exist and walk the earth.

Then again … what if it would be a death-bringing creature sent by the devil himself to destroy the world?

They had sat together in Bobby's kitchen and had talked about this. Had talked about how it was supposed to work and what they had planned. After all the research they had done, they had found out that they should be able to remove it just like a baby.

The thought itself made the omega feel sick to his stomach and he felt the fetus in his belly revolt as if it was feeling what was going to happen very soon.

Though, they had come to terms about everything and had given everyone the right place to be while Sam would be sleeping peacefully. Neither of them thought that it'd be a big deal even though they had thought about all the things which could go wrong. Jim had assured Sam that there was no need to worry, that the beast wouldn't be capable of living as soon as it'd be out of him.

They had set the date of the surgery on Friday, when Jody would be off of work and would be able to play nurse at Jim's side.

Dean was supposed to stay with Sam until the narcotics would start to work and then he'd hand Jim whatever he'd need, since Dean refused to wait outside.

Ellen would be right there and would take care of the narcotics Sam would get through the oxygen-mask to keep him under.

So far, everything sounded perfect and fine and as if nothing could go wrong.

But no one had thought about the possibility of the impossible.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Thursday Morning, around 6 a.m. …..

Sam nestled into the alpha's chest, so that there was barely enough air to breathe left in the tiny space between the both of them. His arms were slung around Dean's middle, holding on to him in his slumber. He whimpered softly and his face contorted in tight lines of distress, tiny pearls of sweat covering the skin where it was exposed.

"Sammy?" Dean had woken a few minutes before, not quite sure if he was supposed to wake the younger man or not.

Though, Sam's distress seemed to increase drastically, along with his temperature. The omega was a burning furnace against the alpha's body right now.

Sam whimpered again and made a noise deep down in his throat that sounded as if he was in pain.

"Sammy. Wake up," Dean murmured softly, as he carded his fingers through the omega's sweat-damp hair. "C'mon, baby."

The omega just made another pitiful sound.

The alpha looked down onto the mop of hair with concern. This couldn't be good. It felt as if the younger man was starting to get sick … Not heat-sick. Just sick. He needed to take the man's temperature and likely get it down.

Sam, on the other hand, didn't notice a lot. He only noticed that he didn't feel well. He felt was hot and cold at the same time, and his stomach kind of hurt. It felt as if the thing inside of him was clawing into his intestines or as if there wasn't enough space for the thing and Sam's organs.

He heard a familiar voice from the distance, creeping through his dazed mind. Sam felt kind of weird, dislocated from his body and far, far away from it.

"Sammy!" he heard the call again, feeling the immediate urge to follow the frantic order.

"D'n," he murmured – at least he thought he did.

"Holy shit," Dean ground out, feeling the younger man's forehead and neck. "You're burnin' up ..." He thought again about any possibility that Sam could've caught bacteria or viruses … He hadn't been out without his jacket or not properly dressed the past few days.

Dazed hazel appeared behind small slits and lashes.

"There you go. You in any pain?" Of course, he asked that first, since he had to consider the sickness may was something supernatural. Something that had something to do with the pregnancy …

Dean blew out a troubled sigh as he waited for Sam's answer.

The omega blinked, not able to focus on Dean just yet.

"No," he breathed. "Yes."

"What hurts?"

Sam's eyes fluttered shut and then opened again lazily. He fumbled for Dean's hand under the covers and when he found it, he guided it over to his stomach and held it there, since his voice would betray him.

Dean Winchester cursed silently.

Sam's hand tightened around Dean's for a moment, before he guided it up to his head slowly.

"Yeah, you've got a fever, baby boy," Dean spoke softly. "I'll go get the thermometer and something to drink."

Sam gave him a weak nod and let go of Dean's hand. The ex-hunter left Sam's side only hesitantly, not feeling good about leaving his mate alone right now. Then again, it was just a couple of yards, wasn't it?

The omega curled up into a tight ball, his arms wrapped around his middle as if to ease the sharp slicing pain in his gut. Sam swallowed. His throat felt dry and his tongue thick.

Dean was back by his side without him realizing at first. He felt the mattress tip down and the weight beside him shift and then there was a hand against his shoulder, pushing.

"I need you to turn over, baby," Dean whispered into the darkness. Only a thin stream of light broke through the dark curtains and laid over Sam's face. "C'mon." He guided him, though Sam stayed in nearly the same curled-up position on his back. He brushed over Sam's cheek and nudged at his jaw.

Sam opened up and felt cool, hard material nudge at his tongue and Dean's hand guiding his mouth shut. The mattress shifted again and for a moment the omega thought that the older man would leave. He made a desperate sound and felt Dean's hand against his neck at the very next moment. Though, not in an attempt to comfort him. Dean was feeling his pulse.

Sam made another sound as his hand searched for any part of the ex-hunter to make sure that he'd stay with him.

Sam didn't want to be alone. He'd take everything, just not that. Not right now.

"It's okay," he spoke softly, "I'm here. Just another moment and we're done."

It felt like eternity until the thermometer beeped. Sam felt it being removed and waited. He could practically hear Dean squint at the led-display and make a disapproving sound.

The ex-hunter murmured something.

"Sammy," Dean's voice sounded so close all of a sudden, "I need you to sit up and drink." He bit his lower lip as he helped Sam into a sitting position.

The omega struggled to keep himself upright, but it was no use. His arms and legs felt heavy and his whole torso did too. The feeling of his heart thumping rhythmically and slow against his ribs alone made him feel weird.

Sam noticed another of Dean's attempts to get him up into a sitting position, before another sound followed and then he felt himself being sat up and arms around him and something move against his back. Soon after he found himself resting against an even moving surface and an arm around his middle.

Then the comforter and blanket were pulled off of him and a shiver coursed through him as cool air hit his exposed skin.

"Its okay. You need to cool down. Your fever's too high." Sam felt the alpha's warm breath against his earlobe. "And I need you to drink something."

Sam felt something cool against his lips and then liquid flowed into his mouth. Sweet and cool and promising him heaven if he'd drink. The omega gulped half of the glass down before Dean took it away from him.

"Good boy," he praised him tenderly and stroked over Sam's chest, avoiding to get closer to Sam's belly. "Jim's comin' to have a look at you." His voice was still sleep-rough. "Just making sure that it's a cold ..." At least Dean wished that it was only the flu. After all they could deal with THAT. They could wait until Sam got better again, since they wouldn't be able to go through the surgery as long as he was sick and running a fever. It would be harder to deal if it was the beast revolting and causing the sickness. THEN pretty much everything was different and maybe more urgent – and dangerous.

Dean shuddered at the very thought.

Sam managed to lift his hand and lay it on top of Dean's above his heart. "You … you thi-ink it's a cold?" His voice broke. He sounded small and vulnerable and so miserable.

"Sammy," Dean sighed," He couldn't tell him what he thought this might could be. He also didn't want to lie to him either.

"You … you think it's the baby ..." It wasn't really a question though.

"Sammy," he spoke more warningly.

Sam knew he didn't want him to call it that, but everything else seemed wrong to him. Maybe it was some weird omega-instinct to think that way. Maybe that was what others called mother-instinct. A need to protect their children …

The sound of the front-door being opened was heard and the lights in the living-room went on and illuminated the bed-room in a dim light. Short after that, heavy foot-falls were heard and Pastor Jim appeared with a bag in his left hand, aiming straight for them.

Sam shivered and his hand found instinctively his belly, feeling the being inside of him shift and move.

"Where's our patient?" the older man's voice cut through the silence.

Dean shifted behind him and then the bedside-lamp was switched on, so that Sam squeezed his eyes shut, even when he had them closed. The soft light made the throbbing in his head worse.

The omega whimpered and turned his head away from the light's offspring.

"Hey," Sam greeted the white-haired man.

"Did you feel bad today?" Jim asked, while he put his bag beside Sam's long legs.

Sam needed a bit to figure out that he was talking to him and had to process the question before he could only shake his head.

"Did you cough?" he kept on asking while getting a stethoscope out of the bag.

Again, Sam needed some time before he shook his head, telling him no.

"He didn't. I woke up half an hour ago and he was running a fever," Dean explained calmly, with genuine concern in his voice. "He said his stomach and his head hurt. Maybe a bug?" Of course, the ex-hunter figured that it was wishful thinking and that they wouldn't get away that easy, not under this circumstances.

It had never been that easy to be a Winchester, not that Dean thought that this was about him. Well, maybe it was. Some seriously bad mojo surrounding him and pulling others down with him. Others like Sam. People he liked. People he loved. They were dying around him all the fucking time.

He couldn't bare to loose anyone else. Especially not Sam.

Not now.

Not like this.

Jim hummed as he tugged the young omega's shirt up and put the stethoscope to his chest. "Your lungs sound good," he spoke softly, "No wet sounds. No rattling. No whistling." He sounded pensive.

The pastor felt for Sam's pulse and got a look in his eyes. He then moved down to the younger man's belly and prodded at it.

"It's moving a lot, isn't it?" Jim's eyes met Sam's, looking for confirmation and Sam nodded.

"What is it, doc?" Dean asked, thick waves of concern in his scent, mixing with anxiety. Pleading emerald-green eyes begged Jim to tell him that it wasn't what he was fearing.

Jim sighed and gave him an apologetic gaze. "I want him to take two of the pills I'll give you now. One in an hour and another one in two hours." He tore his gaze away from Dean and caught Sam's eyes again. "We'll get everything ready for the surgery now. Try to sleep. Get as much rest as you can." He rummaged in this bag and pulled out a bottle, handing it to Dean. "I think it's about time to speed things up," he added with a meaningful glance.

Sam felt tears burning in his eyes. He might had a fever and he didn't feel well, but he sure knew what this meant. What Jim meant.

That this was final. That they were going to take the life growing inside of him away. And that they were right by doing so. He knew it had to be. Even though … it hurt so bad.

"Shush," Dean whispered, his second arm wrapping around the younger man. "I promise everything'll be okay. You won't even notice, right?" He gave the Pastor a look. He knew what a bad liar he was. He knew it wouldn't be alright just by removing the thing. It was more difficult than that.

Sam would probably feel loss. He'd feel physical pain for quite some time, not to mention the emotional pain. Dean knew that. He could feel it; he could feel things like that even though they hadn't happened yet.

He rubbed up and down the omega's bicep in light strokes.

Jim sighed and watched them for some time before he rose and packed up his bag. "I'll call you when we're ready," he said before he turned to leave the room, after the Alpha had given him a nod.

Sam curled up and turned on his side, so that he was resting against Dean's chest with his ear, listening to the soothing thumps. He whimpered again and pressed his cheek into the man's chest.

Dean cupped his head in one of his hands and held it for a while, hoping that Sam would calm down a bit. He had no such luck anyways, so he gave him the two pills and something from the juice to swallow them down.

Not long after, Sam started to calm down a bit. His whimpers grew more silent and his breaths evened out, the muscles in his face seemed more smooth and not as strained as before.

The alpha stroked Sam's side, shoulder and neck, not bothered by the sharp bone of Sam's other shoulder digging into his rib-cage, not bothered by the saliva soaking his shirt's front, or the weight Sam was crushing him with against the headboard.

He kept on stroking over Sam's hair and the back of his neck, his cheek and shoulder. He held Sam close, feeling his slowing breaths against his body and the tender warmth of him seeping through the fabric of his worn-out gray AC/DC shirt.

Dean Winchester was happy. For the first time in a long time, except for the circumstances they were in, he felt utterly satisfied and in peace with himself and the world. Well, at least he would as soon as Sam would be freed from the creature and on the mend again.

Of course the situation wouldn't be done then. He knew that. He also knew that this was probably only the beginning of something bigger than they could all imagine at the moment.

Well, they had read about Orthos and his children coming for humanity and the world. But then again, when did the evil ever NOT come for humanity?

Dean was certain, though, that there was much more about this as they already knew.

The things they had found were pretty shady. There had to be a way bigger picture. His guts told him that.

His guts told him, too, to take one step at a time and that he needed Sam to be safe and out of trouble first, before he'd be able to take off and hunt that demon-bitch and her dark spawn down for good.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Exactly an hour after his first doze, Dean gave Sam the second pill, right before he seemed to get more agitated again.

"It's fine, baby." Dean whispered, "We'll take care of you, okay?"

He felt the younger man's forehead once more and made a relieved noise back in his throat as he noticed that his fever was decreasing. "You're doing so good," he praised his mate tenderly, smoothing sweaty locks of brown hair back. "I know you're a tough guy, Sammy. You'll manage, right? You'll pull through ..."

A soft sound fell from Sam's lips and he shifted, curling up a bit more, his toes curling in and his arms pulled tight to his chest like a frightened kid.

"Hurts," he murmured barely audible, but so loud in the darkness that Dean couldn't not hear it. "Dean … it hurts ..."

The ex-hunter's forehead creased in lines of worry and he shushed him again. "I know, sweetheart. I know. It'll be over soon..."

Sam made another sound. This time it sounded much more like an approval. His hand found the alpha's shirt and tangled his fingers in the soft material, the muscles in his hand working as if he wasn't sure to grip it or not.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

An hour later, Jim called and told Dean to give Sam another doze of the pills and asked if he'd need help to get the omega into Bobby's house. Dean Winchester denied with a grateful thanks. He wouldn't need any help carrying Sam those few yards.

Sam was out cold by the time Dean had gotten himself ready and had Sam wrapped up in a blanket. He carried Sam bridal-style, the omega's head resting in the crook of his neck and his arms laid over his middle under the blanket. Bare feet poked out from under it as they swung with Dean's movements.

The ex-hunter was welcomed by an open front door and Ellen waiting there for him. She brushed Sam's cheek as they went by and gestured towards the back, where the door into the basement was. Of course, this was open too.

He heard hushed voices and the dim light of the single bulb dangling from the ceiling and the bright light from the panic room.

Sam stirred again and made a barely audible sound.

Dean shushed him.

When they entered the demon-and-ghost-proof panic room, Dean's face landed on the surgery table. The alpha's throat went dry all of a sudden, facing that it was about to become very real.

He stopped for a moment, just a foot away from the table and eyed it. He then gazed at Jim, who was already dressed in blue scrubs and gloves. Jody was, too. Garth and Bobby stood behind him at the door, guarding it. Medical equipment was put around the table, all attached to an electric generator in the back.

Dean Winchester blew out a shuddering breath and had to close his eyes for a long moment, pushing away a wave of nausea. He knew about the risks. He knew that there high likely wouldn't be any too.

The only problem was, that it certainly never worked as he figured it would.

He gave himself a nudge and laid Sam out on the table, feeling the younger man shudder against the cool material beneath him.

"It's okay, baby, I'm right here," he whispered as he brushed over Sam's cheek when lines of distress started to form on his face. "I'm right here. I'll be with you when you wake up, baby."

He looked up and shared gazes with each and everyone when he started to unbutton Sam's shirt and get it off of him. Ellen came in and made an attempt to help, but Dean told her with a single look that he had it under control. This was his job. His omega. His mate.

He watched goosebumps form all over Sam's exposed skin. For the first time he had a look at him as a whole. At the scars and claw-marks. The darkened and scarred skin around his ankles, which Sam was always eager to hide.

Dean tried to not look THERE though. Not without Sam's permission. Not without … he didn't know himself, but he sure as hell knew that it wasn't okay to stare, even when it looked pretty impressive from what he saw.

He pulled a white sheet over Sam's lower body-half, as his gaze landed on his slightly bulged belly and the barely there movement beneath his skin.

Dean kissed his mate on the forehead tenderly before he stepped back and gave him over into the hands of his friends, trusting them to fix him.

Jim gestured for Jody to put the oxygen mask over Sam's nose and mouth. Meanwhile Ellen started to slip into blue scrubs too and hide her hair underneath a surgical hat and her face behind a mask.

Dean stepped back from the table and walked back until his back hit the wall.

He saw, when Sam started to react to the anaesthesia and the rest of the tension in his body faded away.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam was attached to a heart-monitor and another screen which was showing his vitals. There were needles in both of his arms, bags of saline attached to each one.

There were candles lit in the room, though not for light. It was part of the ritual to keep the beast in place before they'd be able to remove it; to keep it from causing any damage to Sam's body while Jim would extract it.

There was an ancient sigil in a circle drawn with black ink on Sam's belly and one over his heart for protection.

None of them knew if it would work, but they dearly hoped so. It wasn't like any one of them had ever done something like that before. Whenever they had cases with parasites nesting in a human's body, they had come too late or hadn't been able to help in time.

Dean watched Pastor Jim closely since the moment he ordered Ellen to hand him the scalpel. The Winchester took in everyone's movements around Sam like a hawk.

Half an hour into the surgery, Jim seemed to become a bit hectic in his movements. Jody's gaze flickered from Sam's open belly up at Jim's face, sharing glances with him, meaningful glances.

"What's wrong?" Dean's voice was hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in days.

He didn't get an answer. Instead he was damned to watch Jim Murphy's hands started to try to grab something. Dean heard the man curse, and Jody take a sharp inhale.

"Dammit," Dean hissed and pushed away from the wall. "What's goin' on?!" he snarled, his look turning serious.

"Not now, Dean," Jody spoke up. "We've got this. Trust us." It was definite edge to her mom-voice.

Jim cursed again.

Sam's blood pressure started to drop and his heart rate to increase.

"Jim." Jody ground out. "We need to get it out."

His vitals were dropping further.

"I've got it." The pastor struggled with something. "It's damn slippery."

… with blood. Dean added in his mind. … with Sam's blood. He made another step towards his mate and friends.

A shriek wrenched from the sheriff's throat and the very next moment, something dark and crimson slipped through their hands and into an iron bowl right where Dean couldn't see it.

"We gotta stop the bleeding," Jim waved at Ellen and gave her an order to insert adrenaline into Sam's I.V. "Get a pint O positive and get it ready."

Dean's eyes widened at the sudden urgency in Jim's voice and the tension that filled the room. He stood there like frozen, all color draining from his face when he watched the numbers on the monitors drop further.

The iron bowl tipped over and the fetus landed on the floor with a wet sound.

No one paid attention to it … until it started to twitch and shift and something looking like a tail was uncurling itself. It looked thin with three claw-like extensions on its end.

Bobby was the first one to notice, since he was the first one to point his sawed off at the thing.

It twitched again. The tiny body jerking as if electrocuted. Bobby stood at a bad angle, though. He'd hit either one of Jody's or Jim's feet if he'd shoot now, so he shifted and started to walk sideways, his gun pointed at the thing.

Before he was in the right position to make a shot without hitting anyone else, it became more agitated and eventually it extended its four legs and white ebony-like eyes gazed into Bobby's direction.

Taken aback by the sudden fill of life, Bobby froze for a short moment. It took him too long to shake off his surprise.

The thing was one sneaky bastard, that much had to be said. While Jim, Ellen and Jody were working on saving Sam's life, the small beast was out of the panic room and vanished in the darkness before any of the five shots could possibly hit it.

Garth and Bobby followed it.

Dean remained frozen in his place like a statue, not able to stare anywhere but his mate and the monitors. He didn't even hear Jim barking orders at Jody and Ellen. He wasn't able to understand what was being yelled, what it was they were worried about. But he damn well knew that it was about Sam and that he was going to die if the doctor wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding …

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

A blue Ford Mustang was parked about a mile away from the Salvage, hidden by trees.

A blonde girl climbed out of it at the driver's side, a satisfied grin on her lips, her hands crimson with some poor bastard's blood whose throat she had slit before.

Obsidian eyes gleamed in the bright light of the winter sun and she turned towards Singer's Salvage.

Calling Orthos's child and bringing it to life earlier wasn't something she had planned to do. But time was scarce and Meg couldn't - wouldn't - wait for another psychic omega-kid to be found … or rather born.

They needed Sam's.

So here she was, waiting for its call.

But nothing had happened so far, even when it should've been born already.

For a long moment, she stared ahead and thought. Eventually, she took off towards the Salvage. She'd have to call it to her, but for that, she needed to be closer to it. And she had to hurry. Finding those small sneaky beasts, in case they hadn't someone they were bonded with, was an annoying task.

Which she definitely didn't want to try out.

Meg carried a collar and a leash, murmuring words in Latin.

It didn't take her long to find the child and draw it closer towards her with her chant. It had to follow those orders. It was in its genes.

Though, unlikely the others, this one was a little rebel. It hissed and growled at her and nearly bit her pointer finger off as it snapped at her hand when Meg tried to get the collar around its neck.

"Looks like we've got a rebellious one, huh?" she snarled as she grabbed it by its neck.

… to be continued

Soon ...

The doctor quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah? Did he really understand?"

The ex hunter blew out a slow breath as he eyed the other man weary.

"I'm not saying that he gets shit-crazy or that he's going to loose his mind over it. It could be – due his hormones and the way he should be supposed to feel about a baby, that he might become depressive. - I want you to know that it will pass." Doctor Cavenaugh paused again. He seemed to think for a long moment before he continued. "There might be other changes too, which I will explain to Samuel when he's coherent enough to understand. - Jim had to remove his uterus with the parasite."