Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 26 ~ Give Me More

Sam saw himself torn between not wanting to change who he was and the need to stop those flashbacks from happening. He'd rather remember everything about it than get glimpses of his past life.

The only thing he didn't like was the possibility that his personality might change. That he would accept who he had been and that he kind of liked what he had been doing back in the day. That he wanted to restart being a hunter.

Currently he didn't feel any need of doing so.

He was more or less satisfied with who and what he was.

What if he hadn't been back then?

What if he didn't feel the same about Dean as he did right now?

Sam sighed and wiped over his face with his palm.

His lower arm hurt real bad and made him feel a bit nauseous.

He also wondered why he hadn't felt that pull towards Dean Winchester when he had first seen him back then in the woods. He asked himself, how it was possible to be mates, when there had been no hint about it then.

Shouldn't he have scented the younger Winchester then and why hadn't he felt back in the day like the omega he was now?

Sam's emotions and feelings in those flashbacks felt as if they were covered by a thick layer of something that dulled his emotional world. As if he had been a hunter and nothing but a hunter, on a task he had to accomplish.

But why?

Now that there was Dean he didn't want to feel that way anymore. He wanted to feel like he felt now.

Sure, sometimes he felt worthless and useless and all that shit, but that wasn't all bad, was it? After all he was questioning himself, and questioning himself meant that he was ready to work on his character in general.

What if former him hadn't wanted to be what he was right now?

Sam sighed again.

All he wanted was not to lose Dean.

If he'd die in the process it didn't bother him as much as changing and losing his mate in the process.

Missouri had assured him later on, that he wouldn't. That they were mates and that neither of them would be able to abandon that bond.

That even if he did change into who he had been before, with all his emotions and thoughts, he would never be able to part. That it'd be like ripping off one of his limbs.

Sam intently hoped that it was that way. That no matter how he might change, that he wouldn't be able to let go of his mate.

Then there was Dean. What if Dean didn't like the person he turned into after getting his memories and former life back? What if the ex-hunter didn't want him anymore because he had some weird kinks.

Maybe he liked eating food with his fingers or being overly tidy or ... god knew what else.

There were so many what ifs and no one would be able to answer his questions. Not even he himself.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean was the one who was scared shitless.

About all those what ifs, which coursed through his mind and let his brain grind to a halt anytime he'd think about a specific thing which might change.

The last thing he wanted was to loose Sam.

Okay, Missouri had assured him – while they'd been in the kitchen to prepare dinner together – that there was no way that they'd part. That it wasn't in mates' natures to go separate ways.

They'd stay at least friends. Friends. For hell's sake. What did that even mean?

Now that Sam had made clear that he wanted MORE, they might become friends? That wasn't fair at all. That was a step backwards in their relationship's process.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Missouri had decided to leave them both alone after dinner, so that they could talk about her offer. She herself went to Bobby's to say hi to the grizzled hunter. And Ellen. And Jim. And to have a talk with John. Again.

This time she took her time with him. She didn't say, that his son and Sam were meant for each other. Nor did she mention that they were Soulmates or anything else which the hunter couldn't handle.

She chose her words carefully. And at the end, it seemed like John understood. That there was no spell or curse making his son want to have the omega with him. And that the omega – Sam – wasn't a monster at all.

She also made it clear to him, that no matter how important the job or recent case was, that he wasn't supposed to put those needs before his son's.

So she left the old hunter guilt-ridden at Bobby's house to overthink what they had talked about and returned to Dean's.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean Winchester took a can of coke out of the fridge and grabbed the bottle of pills from the counter. He headed back into the bedroom, where he had left Sam and Missouri Moseley.

His mate was clearly in pain. Whether from the flashback he had endured an hour ago, or because of his wound, he wasn't sure. Sam had even declined to take Tylenol earlier. Now it was so bad, that he was pale and sweating and had to lay down in bed.

"Here we go, baby boy." Dean emerged and went straight to his mate's side, where Sam sat propped up on a heap of pillows.

Sam took the pills and the coke gratefully and swallowed them. He had his injured arm resting in his lap, his head pillowed on a super-soft cushion from the couch.

"Maybe we should wait.", Dean suggested as he eyed the younger man carefully. "Tomorrow might be a better day to do this."

Sam handed him the can and shook his head. "No. I want it to be over with." he gazed at Missouri, pleading with her with his huge hazel-green eyes to tell Dean that it'd be okay.

The psychic hesitated. "Dean's right. Maybe we should wait a day ... or two."

"There could be another seizure. Another reason why we shouldn't wait another day. Please." His gaze snapped up at Dean. "Please."

The ex-hunter sighed.

Missouri pursed her lips. "Sam's right. Something could always happen to delay it. We might as well get it over with."

Dean made a disapproving sound in the back of his throat. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Get a coffee. This is gonna take a while.", she suggested softly as she turned to see Dean staring concerned at his mate. "This isn't dangerous. I can tell you that. He may feel uncomfortable and tired afterwards, but that's all."

The alpha eyed the both of them. He couldn't shake off his concern. They had also said that the surgery wasn't a big deal and then Sam had ended up half dead on a hospital bed with one of his organs missing.

He sighed.

"It's gonna be okay. You trust her, right?" Sam looked up at Dean and reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Yeah. Of course I do, Sammy." Dean smiled at him and squeezed his fingers.

"Then I trust her too." The omega returned his smile.

There was a beat of silence.
"You'll be there when I wake up, right?" There was a pleading, insecure hint in his voice.

The ex-hunter grinned. "Of course. Where else would I be?"

He bowed down and gave Sam a lingering kiss on his lips. All soft and tender.

As hard as it was to leave Sam with the woman, he went into the living room, but left the door to their bedroom ajar and settled down on the couch.

Missouri had said that it'd take about half an hour. So he stared at the clock on the wall above of the TV, starting to count the passing seconds.

Missouri sat down on the edge of the bed, right beside Sam and laid her fingertips on his temple.

"Try to relax honey.", she whispered softly, "It's gonna be a wild ride." And that was all she'd say before the present drained away from his senses and something tore his mind down into the never-ending darkness of his past.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

As promised, half an hour later, Missouri came out of the bedroom. She looked a bit pale and her pupils were dilated. The woman headed straight to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water before she came back into the living room, where Dean sat on the couch and was following her every move.

"How's-" He didn't come any further.

Missouri sat down beside him and patted his knee. "He's okay. Sam's not back yet. You might wanna join him. I guess he'll need you when he wakes up."

The alpha eyed her curiously. "What'd you see?", he asked concerned.

"Everything.", she breathed. "But ... it's his part to tell you. - I can't ... It's a secret between me and him as long as he doesn't tell me otherwise."

Dean nodded in understanding, even though he felt a bit disappointed. But he understood. She might have seen things that weren't to be shared with anyone else. Even Dean had stuff stored in his mind he wouldn't share with anyone. Not even with Sam.

So he got up and laid down beside Sam, who seemed to be asleep. The alpha wrapped his arm around his mate's middle and inched closer, so that there wasn't a single body part not touching Sam's.

It took an hour for Sam to come back.

An hour, in which Dean started to consider that something had gone wrong and that he might should call Missouri back in. Asking her if Sam was truly okay.

But when he felt the first deep inhale of his mate, his rib cage expanding completely, Dean sighed a breath of relief.

"Dean.", his mate gasped, his hands instantly started to struggle out from under the blanket and started to search as his eyes snapped open. "Dean." This time it was more desperate, frantic.

"I'm here." The alpha's hands found Sam's face and he cupped it. "'m here, baby boy."

The omega turned around and the very next moment his arms were wrapped around him and his lips crushed into Dean's with such force that their teeth clicked together. Sam's tongue demanded entry and who was the alpha to refuse?

Sam fell over him like a starving man, hands all over the ex-hunter, lips not wanting to leave him.

"Sam.", he moaned into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around his mate in return, pulling him into the kiss. "Sm'my."

Dean's hands wandered to the younger man's hip and lower back, his oxygen-starved brain yelling for much needed air as he couldn't get any into his system through his squeezed shut nose.

Finally, mercifully, Sam pulled back a fraction, before sealing his lips over Dean's again.

Though, the alpha felt honored to be the one and only thing Sam seemed to long for, the younger man's attention and the way he demanded to be close to him, set alarm-bells off in Dean's subconscious mind.

He gripped the omega's hips and pushed gently.

Sam obeyed instantly and let go of Dean's kiss-swollen lips.

The alpha searched his mate's face. All he could see was despair and fear, which mirrored his scent.

"I remember.", Sam breathed. "Everything."

Dean wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Was it a good thing? Or rather a bad?

"I know.", Sam continued, his eyes growing misty and distant. "I know why."

The alpha frowned. Though refused to ask what his mate knew. Of all the things he was thinking right now, the most important one was that Sam was there with him and that he seemed to be who he always was.

His mate. His second half.

That was what counted.

No matter what Sam remembered, or how it made him feel, they'd deal with it. In good time.

"They've to break the seals. Thirteen seals. Each of them. One by one. They need to break them to free Lucifer.", Sam babbled. "I couldn't figure out what those seals were. I ... I remember ... It's ... I'm not dead. I'm supposed to be dead. It should've killed me. It ... It's part of it. To kill me. And then it'd break a seal." Sam swallowed, staring into nothingness. "But ... why would I do that? Why would I want to make me forget those things? Not knowing that ... It'd clear the path for ... for them to succeed, Dean. - They'd ... Why'd I do that?"

Dean shushed him and pulled him in. He tugged Sam's head into the crook of his neck.

"I didn't know ... I ..." Sam gasped. "I wasn't supposed to be the thirteenth. - John ... He knows. He's been ... He's killed her. He's killed her before they could take her." Sam's eyes started to water. "He's killed them all. - He ... He wanted to stop it from happening."

Dean shushed his mate again, stroking over his head and back soothingly.

"I ... I wanted out of the business after John. I ... I wanted to have nothing to do with it anymore. - I wanted out. - Why'd they ..." There were so many memories, so many emotions. Everything just being there and crashing down over him. "John knew. If he'd ... I didn't think that he knew what he was doing, but he did. Back in the woods. He knew. And I didn't figure it out. And didn't have a clue. But he had."

"Sammy.", Dean whispered into his mate's ear. "You did nothing wrong."
The omega sobbed into Dean's warm skin. "That's why he lured me into the woods. - How did he know it was me? How'd he figure out that ... that I'd come for the both of you? How could he make sure?" The omega sucked in a shuddering breath. "No one knew who I am. If I'm real ... How'd he know that I'm an omega? How'd he know, Dean? I was so careful. I never was around other hunters ... I ... I was a loner. I ... How could he figure out that I'm for real and that I'm what I am? I took suppressants. I didn't even ... I stole them. No one could track me down due a receipt. No one could."

The alpha breathed in Sam's scent. He held him. Just held him and stroke him and waited for him to calm down.

"I don't know, sunshine." The alpha took in another breath. "And you know what? That's in the past. We can't change what happened back then. But we can change what's going to happen in the future. Neither of us knew. And you couldn't either."

First he needed to get Sam to calm down and drink something. He needed Sam to be stable and then ...THEN he'd go and punch his father in the face for hiding this from him. For not telling him what was going on and for not letting him in on what his plans were.

He'd kick the old man's ass for killing innocent people – on top of everything else. Psychic or not ... They weren't bad people just because some demon decided to use them.

You'd never kill innocent humans. Not even for the greater good. As a hunter you'd always look for an alternative way.

And that may have been the reason why John hadn't let him in on what was going on. Because he knew that Dean wouldn't play along. That he'd never kill someone he wasn't sure had been guilty.

Sam eventually calmed down and stopped weeping.

"You good to get up?", Dean asked, giving Sam's back a final stroke.

Sam hesitated but finally nodded into the alpha's wet skin where his tears were about to dry.

"We'll talk to Bobby about it. But not today. And if you don't want to, you don't have to come with." Dean knew that this may wasn't the right time to talk about it just yet, but they had to. Time was running out and they had the apocalypse to stop.

Not that it was the apocalypse. But it damn well looked like it on TV.

"I want you to drink and eat something and we'll take a shower and lay down. And if you want to ... you can tell me what you remember. And if not ... It's completely up to you, babe." He tugged Sam's head back by the hair and stole a peck from his lips.

Sam nodded again.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Missouri said goodbye to Sam and Dean, since there wasn't enough space to sleep in the cabin. Besides, she did look a bit uncomfortable with the offering of taking Sam's former bedroom. Whether it was because it was directly beside theirs, or because of some other weird reason, neither of them could tell.

Missouri seemed to prefer to sleep at Bobby's and head back home in the early morning.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

The younger Winchester and Sam took a shower after sharing a bag of cheese balls and a can of coke.

The last items in the house, which were at least partly declared as food.

They then headed under the shower and went to bed. Dean only hesitantly crawled in on his side, remembering what had happened the last night everything had started off rather peaceful and ended up in some major-catastrophic incident.

But as soon as he was settled, Sam was right beside him, long limps tangled with his. The comfortable heaviness of Sam's head using his chest as a pillow.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

When they woke the next morning, they were still in the same position and bright lights of the early spring-sun illuminated the room.

At least it wasn't that cold anymore outside. That meant that neither of them had to get out in the early morning and darkness to get the fire going in the boiler room. It'd reach out if they'd make fire in the fireplace in the living-room.

Sam mumbled something incoherent, when Dean shifted and was about to roll out under his mate.

"Toilet.", Dean grumbled sleepily.

Sam made a disapproving sound.

"I'll be back." Maybe that'd make Sam let go of his shirt.

It did.

When he came back, Sam lay on his back, his eyes open and his expression blank. His wounded arm was lying on top of the covers.

Dean leaned in the doorway of the bathroom and smiled to himself for a moment longer. He adjusted his grip on the first aid kit and pushed away from the door frame.

"Gotta check on your arm, Sammy." His voice was still rough, and that tiny bit lower, which made Sam's skin crawl and the small hairs stand up.

It wasn't something that freaked him out though. At least not in that way, which meant that he should run. It was a comfortable freaking out. If that was even possible at all.

"It feels okay." The omega directed his gaze toward the other man and returned his smile.

"I need to see if it looks okay though." He sauntered over to Sam and laid the first aid kit out on the blanket, and across Sam's thighs. "Don't want you to catch an infection or something."

Sam watched his mate carefully as he unwrapped the gauze and inspected the wound. He cleaned the surrounding areas and the stitched up gash itself carefully, causing Sam to only hiss at the sharp sting of antiseptic against his skin.

"Looks good.", Dean mumbled as he wiped over it once more. "A bit red though."

Sam kept on watching and listening.

"When are we meeting up with Bobby?", Sam asked, when Dean was wrapping his lower arm back up.

The alpha shrugged. "After breakfast I guess." He stole a glance at Sam. "You comin' with?" Of course he sounded surprised. Because he was. He'd rather not have the omega with him. Things could get ugly with John still being there. And as he knew his father, the man wouldn't back off.

That wasn't a bad thing per say. Maybe John could tell them some more things about what was going on, since he obviously had been hiding a lot.

From all of them.

"I'd like to." Of course Sam didn't think that Dean would want him there. Mostly because of John Winchester. Yesterday he might had said that he wouldn't want to be in the same room as the older Winchester had been. But the cards had been reshuffled, and now things were different. Sam kind of knew that he wasn't just anyone.

He had been the one saving the man's life, even after he had tried to kill him.

"You sure?" Dean tugged the loose end under the upper end.

Sam nodded as he bit his lower lip. He'd lie if he'd say that he wasn't nervous about it or that he didn't feel a flicker of fear. But he felt as if he was part of this and that he was supposed to help in every way he could.

And if it meant to remember what he had found out about Orthos and his children and what the plans of this demon were in general, he needed to be there. Even when some things still were fuzzy and a bit blurry at best.

"We should go shopping too." Dean gazed at Sam. "Wanna try and come with me? Pick something out for tonight's dinner?"

Sam hesitated. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. There'd be a whole lot of people. Foreign people.

"We'd drive around lunchtime.", the alpha suggested. "It's gonna be calm around lunch."

Sam frowned at that. "You think ... I ..." He started to stammer again. "What if ... - I mean ... If ..."

"If you're getting a panic attack?" Dean continued for him. "Don't worry. We won't go into the mall. I'll show you Barney's."

Of course Dean wouldn't drag him somewhere where he didn't have a chance of getting Sam out in time.

Sam seemed to ponder that. "Yeah ... If ... If you think I can do that?"

Dean cocked an eyebrow at Sam. The omega hadn't changed that much, he figured. Still damn insecure and shy.

"Can you imagine going shopping with me?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam chuckled and blushed. "You're talking as if it's something dirty."

The alpha pursed his lips and titled his head to the side. "Who knows?"

Sam snorted a laugh and threw his head back. "Okay. Yes. I think I can do that."

"That's my boy."

Sam blushed even harder at the praise coming from his mate's mouth.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam wasn't that hungry this morning.

Actually he wasn't hungry at all.

Not when he was about to meet Dean's father. Again.

Dean picked up on his mate's mood and regretted even asking him if he wanted to come. Maybe he shouldn't have told him at all.

And then, the alpha didn't feel hungry anymore either.

So most of their makeshift breakfast – coffee and yogurt – wandered back into the fridge or down the drain. They went to get dressed and brush their teeth and then left the cabin after making a fire.

Sam entered Bobby's house right after Dean. He kept his head down and walked right after his mate, hands behind his back.

Old habits died hard these days. Even with his memories back, which felt more like those of a stranger.

Bobby guided them into the living room, where he gestured them to take a seat. Sam sat down on the couch right beside the alpha.

His gaze drifted through the room, but he couldn't spot anyone but Bobby and Dean. A second later, there were two pairs of footfalls echoing through the hall.

Ellen and Jim came in moments later. Sam greeted both with a nod and a shy smile.

"Hey, boys.", Ellen greeted back and chose to sit in the recliner.

Jim took a seat on Bobby's desk.

Both seemed surprised that Dean had brought Sam with him.

"Where's John?", Dean finally asked what he and his mate where thinking.

"Will be here any second." Bobby turned to give Ellen and Jim a look. "He's had a rough night."

Dean huffed out a breath. "Yeah? Did he?"

"He's had a lot to think about.", Ellen answered with a grin. "Missouri kicked his ass."

The alpha's laughter died away and he cleared his throat.

"Not that we were spying on them.", Bobby declared. "The both of them got a bit loud in between yells."

Sam's eyes perked up and he gazed first at Ellen and then at Bobby, sharing short glances with both of them.

Dean opened his mouth to ask something, but when he heard heavy boots hitting old wood, he closed it again.

Sam dropped his head down in that submissive way he'd do when he got insecure. His mate picked up on it – of course – and took Sam's hand in his.

John looked awful to say the least. As if he hadn't slept the past couple of days. It served him right anyway. He couldn't possibly count on anyone in the room to show pity.

Especially not from Dean.

He had thought a lot of things about his father, but never that he'd kill innocents. John had always insisted on following the rules. Always. And then he went and broke them. He lied to his partner – his son – more times than just once.

"Guys.", John grumbled as he entered the room, not even as much as stealing a glance at Dean's mate. He was ignoring him. Completely as it seemed.

That didn't make Dean feel happy at all.

"Dad." The syllables were spoken sharply. Warning.

The older Winchester took a seat in the second recliner. Though there would've been enough space to sit on the couch.

Neither of them wanted to be close to the other anyway.

"What's up? Why'd we need to get together in a family meeting?" Yes, John Winchester could be a giant dick at times. And maybe if he'd been well, they would've sounded like a bad joke. But they actually didn't. They were hollow and faint in the ears of everyone present.

"Sam remembers.", Dean answered his question. "We've information we thought would be interesting as it's got a lot to do with our recent case and the events in Boston and LA." He squeezed the omega's hand. "And the fact that you've been lying to me. You knew Sam before you came here. You lured him into a trap. You've killed the others like him too, haven't you?"

John sniffed and blew out a deep breath. Then he nodded. "Collateral damage. You know how it goes. Besides. They've been dangerous." He waved at Sam. "Everyone like him. And I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not."

That cut deep into Sam's chest. A shuddering breath escaped his lips.

Ellen, Bobby and Jim stared blankly at the older Winchester.

"You knew about this?", Bobby asked angrily. "And you didn't think about gettin' help?"

"I didn't, Bobby. I didn't need help. The fewer people knew about it the better.", John answered without looking up. "It was to protect you guys. And Dean."

"Protect? - John. You've been killing human beings for fucks sake. That's as bad as it could get.", Dean spat back at his father. "You dragged me into the damn woods for a werewolf-hunt which actually had been a hunt for Sam. - How'd you figure it out it was him? That they'd take him next?"

John looked up, his look brushing over Sam on his way to Dean. "I didn't. I only knew that he's the last one out of his generation. Since I didn't know if they'd be able to ... you know ... men ... I had to make a choice. And I decided to take out the male omegas too."

"How?", Sam choked out. "How'd you know? I vanished after my parents died. No one could've found me. - How'd you do it?" Now Sam looked up, his voice calm, his face contorted in immobility. Only his eyes were burning with a searing fire.

"You weren't easy to track down. In fact. I didn't track you down at all. - Garth gave me a file with weird shit, wanting to make me believe that there was a guy out there saving hunter's lives." John shrugged, but held Sam's gaze. "The only thing I needed to do was some digging' and ... the rest was crystal clear to me."

The man explained things as if he had been working out a plan to track down some deer.

Sam frowned.

"Look. I did what I had to do. - I knew, after they took the first one, that they were going after special kids. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed either. I tracked the rest of you down and made sure they wouldn't be able to use them. - For some I came too late." There was a hint of guilt in the hunter's eyes. "After what happened in the woods I wasn't able to find you again. - So I laid low and waited. Then there was the fire in that hospital and the missing patient and two nurses and when I got there and saw your picture in the file ... I knew I was too late for getting the job done before they'd get to you." John pursed his lips. "The story of someone finding a male omega in the woods was on the local police radio. - It was a coincidence that I had been in that area. Really. I only wanted to stop by and check on Dean ... and then I saw you ..."

Sam swallowed thickly.

"He saved your life, dad.", Dean told him. "He got you out of that werewolf's den."

John sighed and rubbed over his face. "I know. That didn't make it any easier, believe me."

Sam tilted his head to the side, like a puppy that didn't understand a given order. "You'd killed me though?"

John ignored his question at first. But then seemed to decide otherwise. "Yes.".

Dean leaned back. "What else do you know that we don't know? Any other important things?"

John's yaw was set tight. "A demon's collecting the ... beasts. - But I couldn't figure out for what purposes."

Dean nodded. "Though you decided to kill a dozen kids because of ... what?"

"I had to, Dean.", John's voice rose. "That's why I wouldn't tell you. You would've held me back!"

Dean leaned back and huffed out a breath. "You're damn well right. I would've kicked your ass for that. 'Cause I'm not a murderer."

"If that's what I have to live with. Okay. Then I'm a killer." John threw both hands into the air. "I was just doing my job."

"A crappy job, John. We could've figured out what they had planned.", Bobby bite back. "Now we've dead psychics. Twelve of them mauled to death and the rest killed and nothing but a hand full of information about Orthos and what his children are supposed to do." He blew out a breath in disbelieve.

"They've to break the seals.", Sam murmured. "There are seals. I don't know which kind or how. But there are seals. And each one of them has to break one."

All eyes were on the omega, except for Dean's, who already knew all about it.

"I ... I can't remember all the details yet. But ... I think that they are supposed to free something with it. I know too, that the four riders of the apocalypse have got to do something with it." He cleared his throat. "But I don't know what exactly though. The thirteen seals have to be broken in the correct order. And the four riders are supposed to collect something from there. I think. It's all still too blurry." Sam hissed as he reached for his temple.,

Dean stroke over Sam's head. "Don't push it.", he whispered. "It's more than we knew before. You did good."

"Means we've to look for seals which have to be broken, I guess?" Bobby huffed out an annoyed breath. "Sounds like something damn big there. Demons, seals, Orthos ... Sounds as if they had planned it for quite some time."

"I ... If I would've known why ... I wouldn't let you put that bullet into my brain.", Sam stared right into John's face. "I would. But I didn't get the bigger picture. I didn't get why they were dead. Why they have gotten killed. First I thought it were accidents, or that the demon couldn't use them for his purposes. - I didn't get it until you came for me in the woods. That there was someone else involved into this too.", Sam admitted.

Dean rose, drawing all attention at him.

"Gladly, some werewolf disturbed your intermezzo.", he barked at his father and tugged at Sam's hand to make him stand up.

The omega followed instantly. Dean shared a gaze with Bobby, Ellen and Jim, then glared at his father.

"We'll do some research on that when we get home." He gave Bobby a nod. "I'll call if we find something."

"Atta, kid.", Bobby called after them as he watched them leave. He then gave John a pointing look. "Tell you what, John. Stop being an ass towards Sam and Dean might call you his dad again."

... to be continued