I know … It takes pretty long for the both of them to do IT. And they won't until in one or two chapters. But they DO get handsy in this one. So in case you want to skip that part: It's at the end of this chapter.

Just stop reading where Sam sits cross-legged in the recliner with an old book of Bobby's in his lap. ;)

Have fun, folks ^^

THANKS to MK Knight for betaing ;D

She did an awesome job!

Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 27 ~ Love bites

Barney's was a rather small market. With narrowed isles and a wide range of goods.

Sam stayed glued to the ex-hunter's soles, who was pushing the shopping cart ahead of him. Dean tried to ignore that his mate was attracting people's attention in a rather uncomfortable way. They didn't only eye Sam curiously, they also gave the ex-hunter pointed looks.

Gladly there weren't a whole lot of other costumers around.

"See something you like?", Dean asked as he stopped in the isle with rice and noodles. He waved at the shelves. "Something you wanna try out? I'm in, baby boy."

Sam gazed up through his long bangs, which were hiding his scar mostly. He shook his head.

Dean had at least partly hoped, that Sam would not act as much like a victim of domestic abuse after he remembered. He had figured, that Sam would show more consciousness when he'd know who he was and what he had done.

Obviously he'd been wrong.

"Tell you what." Dean turned around on his heels to face Sam. He laid his hand on Sam's chin and tilted it up so that he could truly look him in the eyes. When he had the omega's attention he continued. "You have to choose five things. Five."

Dean watched his mate's gaze flicker towards the rice-bags and instantly knew what trail of thought flashed through his mind. "And nope. Not of the same kind. Two per aisle max. And I don't want you to just grab something. I want you to want what you choose, got it?"

Sam gave him a tentative nod and took a deep inhale to brace himself.

"There are two old ladies and a kid in here. Nothing you've to be scared of, Sam. Okay? I know you can do it." Dean patted his shoulder and turned back around to grab the cart.

Sam stayed where he was. Frozen.

He gazed along the short aisle and thought.

There were black and red noodles. Even green ones. Big and small ones. But did he really like to choose noodles? His head snapped up. "Pop Tarts.", He murmured to himself and his lips formed into a small smirk. "Pop Tarts.", he repeated with more enthusiasm.

Sam rose his head and lurked around, trying to spot the aisle where they could possibly be. Sure they didn't belong to noodles and rice.

The omega started to move. First tentatively, always keeping Dean in his line of sight. But also not letting the two old ladies, the kid and the cashier out under his watch for longer than a couple of minutes.

It turned out to be pretty stressful to not lose sight of his mate and the others while trying to choose in between "Brownie", "Cookie Crisp", "Oreo" and "Strawberry".

Dean sure seemed as if he was focused on finding the things he had put on a list, but he wasn't. Mainly, he had at least a sideways glance at the younger man at all times. What happened to complicate putting the right things into the cart?

Later on, Dean sure wouldn't know why he'd put baby wipes into the cart ...

Sam Harvelle stumbled over another couple of things besides Pop Tarts. Wunderbars, Peanut-butter Cups, Ketchup-Chips. When he went by the isle with fruits and vegetables, his arms were full with ... junk food. A pack of Nerds in his mouth, since they always slipped from his grasp and picking them up again with his arms full, wasn't that easy.

Dean frowned at his mate. He could've came to him and dump that shit into the cart. Then again ... this was Sam he was thinking about and Sam surely didn't think about that right now.

The alpha had to smirk at that.

Nope. Sam definitely didn't think about THAT.

Only when it looked like that one apple was too much for what he was already harvesting in his arms, Dean pushed the cart up right next to Sam.

"C'mon. Put that into the cart. Can't have you trip over something.", He winked at the younger man with a wide grin.

Sam did as he was told. And then realized that this wasn't only five items.

That was when he noticed that during the last quarter of his solo run that he hadn't paid attention to anything that had happened around him. He hadn't even noticed what Dean was doing or if he was still close.

"It's fine. You were about to get some apples.", Dean pointed into the direction, where Sam had been trying to choose in between those incredibly red ones and the green ones. "Get some bananas too ... and blueberries."

Sam smiled broadly at the alpha and took off towards the apples.

Barney's also had a few stands with clothes there. Mainly for females and only a couple of jeans and sweats for men, close to the counter of the cashier. Sam, who strolled through the small market, came to a stop right in front of the stand.

Something nice had caught his eyes. It wasn't quite white, more cream with hazel-brown lace. Sam bit his lower lip and looked around with his head ducked, making sure that no one was watching.

No one was watching.

His fingertips graced over the soft lace and he tilted his head to the side, thinking.

Dean, who was an isle away from where his mate was sighting the stand with clothes, stopped in his tracks to watch him. The omega looked around and Dean saw him touch a certain piece of fabric. The way his hands touched it, so careful, as if he would be able to tear it with just the touch of his fingers.

The rich odor of jasmine filled the store, and if that didn't do anything to Dean, it'd be surprisingly sad. In fact, it made the alpha growl in the back of his throat and his manhood jump to life.

He watched Sam take it from the stand and eyed the piece of clothing with a tiny smile, not allowing himself to fully give into the joy of laying his eyes on it.

It was a dress. Much like the ones of Bobby's wife, only that it seemed to be a bit bigger and that the color was a different one. It looked tight on the upper half, but the lower half was cut wide so that it'd lay in generous folds.

The linen was of a soft cream color and the hazel colored lace covering it whole matched it perfectly. There were short sleeves, which would lay in folds if someone wore it and the neckline was cut deep on the back and a bit higher on the front.

Sam sighed and his gaze darkened again, his joyful tiny smile fading into something much sadder. The omega reminded himself that he wasn't supposed to like things like that. He wasn't a girl – at least not completely. Nonetheless, Sam wasn't supposed to like things like that.

He was supposed to like jeans and shirts and … other masculine stuff.

Dean watched his mate put the dress back and frowned. It took him a whole minute to figure out what had changed and when he finally did, he growled. Actually growled.

"You done over there?", Dean called out, keeping his voice soft.

Sam jumped at that and turned around on his heels, his cheeks a deep red as he felt caught in the act. All he could manage was a jerky nod.

They then went to pay and store their purchases in the Impala's truck.

When they sat in the car, ready to head back home, Dean threw his hand over his face and made an annoyed sound. "Wait here.", he said and stole a peck from Sam's cheek. "I've forgot something."

And with that he headed out again and vanished in the market.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Mercifully they got back home an hour later.

Sam's mood had shifted from scared shitless from when they had driven off, to happily ever after when they emerged from the car. The omega carried one of the plastic bags with his not-injured arm and stormed forward to hold the door open for Dean.

They stored their purchased food away together.

Dean still wondered how the baby wipes had gotten into his cart.

Sam hummed along the lines of some song which had played on the radio while they had been driving home.

Sam bumped with his hip into Dean's.

Dean nudged him back with his elbow.

"You don't wanna put them away?", he asked and gestured at the bag with the sweets.

Sam shrugged and took the bag in his hand. "Nah. Won't last that long anyway."

Dean cocked both eyebrows at his mate and frowned. "You ain't gonna eat all that at once, will ya?"

The omega seemed to think about it, then shrugged. "Should I not?"

Dean frowned even more. Then hummed. "You wanna make yourself sick?" He asked back.

Sam thought for another couple of moments, then eyed the bag. "'m not gettin' sick."

"You will." The alpha eyed Sam curiously.

There was a glimpse of something that hadn't been there before. Something like ... the need to rebel. To revolt. To be simply stubborn because he could. He rose both hands in surrender and pressed his lips together.

"Okay. But don't think I'll baby you when you're rolling around in bed, not knowing what to do because you've stomach-cramps, sweetheart." This was new for him. Sam being – well – stubborn.

Sam's face contorted blank for a short moment, then his lips twitched and his features changed.

Dean bit back a laugh. He'd never seen a face like that on Sam. All bitchy and ... just bitchy. A bitch-face. Sam was throwing a bitch-face at him.

He couldn't believe it.

"I won't make myself sick.", the omega murmured and grabbed the nerds and peanut-butter cups from the bag.

He sounded ... pissed?

What the hell? Was Sam just acting like a girl on her period?

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut, before something stupid came out of it.

"Sorry.", the omega murmured after a while.

Dean sighed and shook his head. "Why are you sorry?"

Sam shrugged, the corners of his lips tugged downwards as he fidgeted with the orange packaging of the peanut-butter cups.

"It's ... I feel different. - Like ... I don't know ..." Sam sighed and rubbed over his face in defeat. "It feels disturbing."

The alpha nodded. "You'd like to ... punch me in the face for telling you what to do?" Dean was definitely joking, but the words came over his lips as he was utterly serious.

A smile tugged on Sam's lips. "No ... It's not that. - Not entirely." His words too were a bit too serious for the fact that he was kind of joking.

Dean's smile faded rapidly, as he tried to figure out what Sam wanted to tell him with that.

Sam snorted and punched Dean in the shoulder lightly.

That too was new. There was a bit more force behind the punch than it may usually had been, in case Sam had ever done such a thing before. It was a playful act to show his adoration toward Dean and wasn't meant to hurt him in any way, of course.

The ex-hunter still tried to figure out how serious this was.

"I'm joking." The omega sighed.

"Hope so. Otherwise I'd have to bend you over my knee and spank your ass." Dean eyed him up and down, before reaching for Sam's hand and intertwining his fingers with the omega's.

Sam looked up at the older man curiously and tilted his head to the side.

Dean noticed vibes radiating form the young omega, which hadn't been there before. Sam even … he couldn't quite name it, but he appeared different than before.

A beat of awkward silence.

More awkward silence.

"Couch? Cuddling? TV?" Sam waved the peanut-butter cups in front of Dean's face. "Sugar-shock?"

Dean chuckled. "Yeah. Sounds great. I'm in."

They took the bag with them into the living room and placed it beside the couch where the both of them could reach it just fine. They ate through half of the bag's contents before they eventually gave up.

Sam had his head resting in Dean's lap, chewing on the last remains of a snickers. He then sighed contentedly and snuggled into his mate's thighs. Dean had his fingers buried in that ridiculously soft mop of hair.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

A couple of days, a whole bunch of research and two other towns burning down to ashes later, and they weren't any further in figuring out what the demon had planned.

Sam had stayed up late those past days, trying to remember, to figure out what he hadn't been able to before. Dean had given Garth's file to him and had gone through it with his mate in hopes that it'd trigger some of his memories.

And it had. Just not those that were important to them.

It was late already.

Music from the radio was playing silently in the background. The both of them were sitting at the kitchen-table, hovering over books and surfing through the web.

Dean eventually leaned back in his chair with a sigh and rubbed over his face. "Lets turn in for tonight."

Sam peeked up from the old dusty book and nodded. He too was tired and – by all means – he wouldn't want to miss their shower.

The omega smiled and nodded. "Good idea."

Sam laid a sheet of paper into the book and shut it. Dean turned the laptop down and closed the lid.

Dean was a few steps ahead of Sam, when they turned off the lights in the kitchen and headed through the living room.

They made it into their bedroom without incidence and started to shed their clothes. Usually Sam would wait until Dean was done and already under the shower, so that he could get undressed without the alpha watching him. But not tonight.

Dean was stunned that the omega didn't wait for him to vanish in the bathroom. Hesitant and slow, Sam unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. His tee shirt followed.

The alpha watched him out of the corner of his eyes and slowed down to give Sam time to catch up with him. Still shy as he was, Sam would cover his private parts with his big hands as he waited for Dean to be done.

There was no touching until they stood under the warm water though. Sam would stand with his back turned to his mate, taking care that he'd hide his front just perfectly from Dean…something the alpha didn't like at all. There was no reason for Sam to hide. Even is Sam weighed two-hundred pound or had some real ugly disease, Dean always wanted his mate to be comfortable with him. Dean felt as if it was time to make a point, to show him that he wouldn't care, no matter what the younger man tried to hide from him.

Besides, there was no need to, right? After all he'd seen him naked a couple of times already. The only difference was, that his mate had been unconscious.

Sam felt strong hands on his bicep, urging him to turn around. The omega could only muster so much resistance and went with it.

"Dean … don't.", he warned shakily, hiding himself as well as he could.

"Everything's fine, baby.", his mate whispered.

Dean was so close, the omega could feel his warm breath against his chest. He took a step backwards and let his gaze sweep over the wet body before him. The alpha turned them around, so that Sam was under the spray of warm water, as he kept on staring.

He brushed wet strands of hazel-brown hair out of the omega's face and tugged his chin up. "Handsome.", the alpha whispered huskily. "Nothin' to be ashamed of, Sammy. Nothin' at all."

Sam blinked nervously at the older man and cast his look aside again, fixing a spot on the far wall. "Please."

"Look at you." Dean's hands slid down Sam's upper arms, the wet bandage and while one got to rest on his hip, the other one took his wrist and guided his hand aside. "Nothing to be afraid of."

Dean was still looking into the omega's eyes. "I won't do anything, okay?" He didn't see the scars. The claw-marks. He didn't see any of the things Sam was afraid to show.

Sam gave him a jerky nod, concentrating on the sparkling green in his alpha's eyes.

His mate told the truth. He wouldn't do anything Sam didn't want him to. Sometimes people needed to be nudged (or rather shoved) into a specific direction, just so they knew it was okay to do that certain thing.

Sam needed that. No clue how Dean knew it, he just did. Otherwise his boyfriend – his soulmate – would continue to hide himself under wide clothes and shabby jeans.

"See?" Dean let go of his wrist, when the arm hung loosely at Sam's side and continued with the other one. "There's nothing you have to hide."

Sam truly felt bare and naked and … uncomfortable. The way Dean kept looking him in the eyes, how tender he touched him. Those soft palms against his water-slick skin.

The omega felt warmth spread in his lower abdomen. He could barely push it away or hold it back or whatever he wanted to try. He couldn't. He tried to think about all the ugly stuff he'd seen in his past.

And though, there were Dean's hands against his skin and reassuring words in his ear as the alpha stepped closer, Sam was all soft flesh and tender skin beneath his touch.

Dean wouldn't look down, even when he felt something velvet-soft and hard poke into his thigh. He didn't need to. After all he could figure it out without casting his look down.

Sam's mouth went dry, when Dean leaned in and tilted his head down. Soft pouty cushions met sweet tender pillows. And then Dean was right up against him, their naked chests touching. All skin and muscles and a lingering kiss. Strong arms wrapped around the taller man and pulled him in closer, as Dean licked into his mate's mouth.

It took Sam a moment, but then he responded instantly, kissing back and taking the older man's tongue in, sucking on it and licking back.

But that'd be all that was happening.

When they parted, both men got on with the task at hand to get all cleaned up and ready for bed. Of course they kissed another couple of times, but Dean wouldn't touch him in any way beyond the waistband.

It was a question of trust, and Dean believed in it that he'd know when Sam was ready for all the rest.

When they got out of the shower, the alpha took immediate care of Sam's wound. He cleaned it, inspected it and bandaged it up again.

Naturally, Sam cuddled up next to Dean as soon as they lay in bed. He'd bury his face in the ex-hunter's chest and make sleepy noises.

"I've an apartment", Sam spoke up surprised, as if he himself had just realized that. "Something like an apartment anyway."

Dean hummed at that and when Sam tried to pull back, he wouldn't let him. Instead, he tugged his mate's head back where it belonged. "Tomorrow.", he murmured. "Tomorrow, baby."

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Tomorrow came early for the both of them.

Neither of them mentioned the thing with the apartment though.

Sam had tried, but Dean – somehow – wouldn't listen and he'd say that they'd talk later about it. That they had no reason to hurry, since it seemed like the apartment was somewhere down in Kansas, in a little town – his hometown.

And maybe that was one of the reasons why the younger Winchester wouldn't want to talk about going there. Because it was too close to where it all had happened. Too close to that one place which had been his home once.

Sam was up at shy before dawn, as he got woken by the first rays of sunlight flooding the room.

Dean not so much. He slept like a stone.

The omega snuggled into his alpha's chest, relishing in the warmth which radiated from Dean. He pulled his hands in between himself and his mate, his ear above Dean's heart where he'd hear his heartbeat.

And he drifted off to sleep again. It was a light slumber though. He heard everything. Dean's breaths, his slow beating heart. The birds outside singing.

But what he didn't hear, were the footfalls on their porch and the faint voice calling out something. What led him bolt upright, were the knocks.

Dean woke with him, sitting up much slower and made a sound.

"Sam?", he asked and rubbed over his face.

The knocks were heard again. They sounded hesitant.

The ex-hunter gazed at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. It was Friday. Half past eight in the morning.

Dean actually couldn't remember sleeping that long in what felt like an eon.

"Bobby?", Sam asked and turned half-lidded eyes at his mate.

Dean shrugged. "Probably. - You gonna get it? I gotta use the bathroom."

The younger man nodded groggily and gave the alpha a nice long kiss. "Sure."

Sam rolled out of bed and patted barefoot over the wooden panels, his naked feet slapping against the hard wood. He wiped his hair back and tugged it behind his ears.

Of course he figured it would be Robert Singer. Or Ellen. Or maybe Jim. No one could possibly imagine how wide awake and shocked he was to see John Winchester standing before him when he opened the door.

Looking all cool and set with that strong scent of cologne.

"Mister Winchester?", Sam croaked out. Preferably he'd had slammed the door shut. Right into the man's face. That was if he would've been able to.

But he wasn't.

"Dean's in the bathroom." Sam stepped aside and made place for John to enter.

The man brushed past him and stopped in the middle of their living room. Rather curiously he took in the furniture and his son's belongings.

Sam closed the door and leaned against it, keeping an eye on Dean's father. He watched John Winchester take a deep inhale, as his shoulders rose and could imagine what the man may have thought right then.

"We just … woke up ...", Sam tried to explain why he was in his pyjamas and why his hair stuck in all the wrong directions. Why there was no breakfast and to explain the lack of coffee.

"I see." John's voice was thunder echoing through the silence of the Serengeti. The piercing screech of a banshee being stabbed. "Wouldn't have thought of my son sleeping in." What seemed to mean more like: Wouldn't have thought of my son going all soft. It kind of sounded taunting.

Sam was about to open his mouth and tell him that he'd go and prepare breakfast – so that it at least looked as if he was doing SOMETHING to deserve his son's affection.

Why would he feel like the worst scum in that man's presence anyway? He had saved his damn life.

But that was when Dean emerged from their bedroom. "What the hell, Bobby. - We're-" He stopped dead in his tracks and his soft smile morphed into a cool expression as his eyes fell on his father. "John."

"Son." The older Winchester's voice sounded tender and caring. Wanting.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Of course Sam's alpha wouldn't allow a possible danger to be this close to what was his. He gazed passed his father at Sam. His eyes cold and pointing. "Why'd you let him in?"

This wasn't the way Sam was used to Dean talking to him. It was all demanding and cold, as if he had done something horribly wrong. And maybe he had.

The omega ducked his head and looked at his feet.

"He didn't let me. I didn't give him a chance to decide.", John spoke up, in much the same manner as Dean had.

"Why're you here?" The younger Winchester made a few steps into the room, keeping a wary eye on his father. Now he was in a way better position to jump the old man in case he'd turn on Sam.

Which Dean hoped he wouldn't have to.

"I'm here to talk to the both of you." John seemed calm. So far. "To apologize."

Dean huffed out a breath.

Sam's head snapped up and he gazed at the older hunter confused.

"Nothing to apologize, old man. Not as if you've done something wrong, right?" Dean made another step towards Sam.

"I might've done some things wrong in the past." He cleared his throat. "But that doesn't mean that I don't mean what I said."

"Might?" the ex-hunter chuckled. "That's rich. Why can't you just say that you were wrong? That it was NOT okay to kill all those people? That you knocked me out and broke into my house to kill what's actually mine?" Another step.

"Dean-", Sam talked up, but got stopped by his alpha with a risen hand and a pissed look. "Shut up, Sam. - It's about me and John talkin' it out."

"Look." His father sighed heavily. "I understand why you're upset, but-"

"Upset? UPSET? That's what you think I am?" Dean's voice rose. "I'm disappointed. I'm pissed. I'm disappointed and pissed, because my own blood let me believe you were dead. You didn't even come for me. You've lied to me. For the sake of some damn case you were wrong about anyway. You dragged me into those woods, without doing proper research on that werewolf. Tell you what, John: You ain't no father of the year. You never were.", he spat at him. "There's nothing you could possibly make up to. Especially not with an apology." Dean's face was grim. "At least not to me. And sure as hell not to Sam either. He saved your sorry ass and you came here and tried to kill him. Instead of coming to me and Bobby and telling us what you know about it. So that we'd figure out something TOGETHER."

Dean's chest was rising and falling frantically.

John let his head drop and nodded to himself. "I know that, son. I do. And I am sorry for raising you like a soldier instead of a child. But I had to. I needed you to be able to protect yourself from what's out there."

"What I needed was a home. A real one. No hotel-rooms and no back-seat of a car. I needed a real home and a father who'd take me out to play baseball. Dammit."

"Tell me what to do to make it up to you." John shrunk an inch with each word of his son.

So did his voice.

Dean sighed. He huffed out a breath and shook his head. At that, he was at a lack of words. "How do you think you can make it up to me?" He shook his head.

John didn't seem to know what to say either.

"Thought so.", Dean mumbled.

"The demon's name's Meg. At least her vessel's name is Meg Masters. The demon who possesses her's named Asteroth. We could try to summon her. Interrogate her."

Sam and Dean shared a sort glance.

"You're comin' up with that … now?" Dean couldn't quite believe it. "Any more secrets? Got another kid somewhere? Playin' ball with it while leaving me alone in that damn motel-room for freakin' weeks?"

"I deserve that.", John murmured. "But it's not as you think. Bobby figured it out. A hunter called and told him about a demon spilling bullshit about the end of humanity and all that. And that there're only eight seals left to be broken and that no one could stop it. The hunter asked questions. The right ones as it seemed. And the demon told him about Asteroth."

Dean sucked in a deep breath. "'s that so?"

John nodded dutifully.

"That's all?" Dean rose both eyebrows.

His father nodded again.

"Good. You brought the message. Now you can go." Dean stayed strong. Though, his eyes burned with unshed tears.

John cleared his throat.

A beat of silence followed.

"Dean. I.-"

"No. I want you to leave. Just … leave, okay?" Of course he couldn't give in that easy. His father should feel how it felt to be pushed away and what it was like to practically be all on his own.

John then left.

The morning and late noon went by in absolute silence. Sam was hovering over an old book and Dean was trying to find stuff about Asteroth and how to summon her – more important was, that he'd know for what they had to be prepared when they'd have her caught.

They'd already lost enough people so far.

After a fast lunch, Dean's mood seemed to lift again. So did Sam's.

They watched the news together on CNN. And went back to do research. Dean called Bobby and the old man came by to make a quick check up about what they had found out so far.

Seemed as if there was plenty of information about that certain demon though. If you knew where to look.

It was obvious for everyone how shaken up Dean was about the thing with his father. Though, Sam wouldn't want to wake sleeping dogs, so he kept to himself and would only open his mouth when he got asked something.

The last thing he wanted was Dean being angry with him.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam was sitting cross-legged in the recliner in the living room, one of Bobby's giant old books in his lap.

Dean was somewhere in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches or something like that. The omega hadn't been listening that closely to where the older man was about to go several minutes before.

The alpha leaned against the counter, staring out of the window and watching birds collecting tiny branches and weed for their nests.

He gazed back over his shoulder towards the living-room, smiling to himself.

Sam was doing one hell of a job over there. He seemed kind of obsessed with finding something about the thirteen seals.

So far no luck.

To be honest, the alpha was a bit concerned, that Sam would take it too serious. Not that it wasn't serious. The world's existence was depending on them figuring out how to stop the seals from being broken and what they were exactly.

The omega was working through those books each day and close to every night now. The lack of sleep and the stress he was putting himself in, written all over the younger man's features.

Dean abandoned his task of making sandwiches and shook his head at his own depressing thoughts. They wouldn't let it come that far. They'd find a way out of this and they'd stop the downfall of the world they knew.

Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but they'd do it.

The most important thing was, to survive this. That Sam survived this. That the omega was well and that … Hell, Dean didn't exactly know what he wanted to tell himself exactly.

Maybe it was just the lack of sleep making him feel that way right now.

The ex-hunter pushed away from the counter and sauntered back into the living room, which he had left a couple of minutes ago. He walked up before Sam and laid his hands on the giant book. Gently, he pulled it from the omega's grasp, shut it and laid it on the floor beside the recliner.

Sam was about to protest, but got silenced by a pair of soft cushions.

Dean urged him backwards, until Sam was leaning against the back-lean and braced his hands on the side-leans, so not to crush into the younger man.

Sam moaned into the kiss and made a ray of other sounds.

The kiss was soft and gentle and sweet. Luring and intoxicating at the same time. Sam couldn't but give into it. His hands found their way to Dean's sides, where they fisted the other male's shirt to pull him closer.

Dean gave in. Of course he did. How was he supposed to withstand Sam in any way?

So Dean sank to his knees before the recliner and Sam went with it. He bowed forward and his long legs slid from it, coming on the ground to Dean's left and right side. Dean's fingers tangled in his omega's soft strands of hair, pulling him further into the kiss.

Soon, their kissing turned more heated. Tongues and teeth involved even though the kiss was soft.

Dean trailed a line of kisses along the omega's yaw-line and neck, across his collarbone, where he pulled the fabric of his button down aside to taste more of him.

Sam went with it and let him. He leaned back and let his head rest against the recliner, while the alpha devoured him like sweet pie. Ever so slowly, Dean unbuttoned the younger man's shirt, tracing with his tongue and lips, down his solar plexus and over the curve of his rib-cage. Soon Sam's shirt was opened and tugged aside.

Dean was licking and nipping at the soft pale skin beneath, right above his navel, his hands roaming over the exposed flesh.

Sam shuddered beneath him. His eyes closed. His fingers digging into the leather of the recliner, when Dean went further down towards the waistband of his jeans.

For the first time between the both of them, Dean laid his hands on Sam's belt and fly, pulling it open. He felt the hard bulge beneath the denim and could scent the omega's arousal.

Sam gasped, when the fly popped open and the zipper got pulled down. "Dean." he mumbled surprised.

"Let me.", Dean whispered against his skin. "Trust me."

Sam trusted the alpha. His alpha. But he wasn't sure if he could trust himself. If it was okay to let Dean go that far and if he would be able to stand the other man's touch down there. Not because he was insecure about wanting it with Dean. No, that wasn't it. It was about being insecure about himself. He was far from what others called a super-model and Dean … Dean was just perfect. All tanned skin and firm muscles.

That man could have anyone, but he chose Sam.

Dean hooked his fingers into Sam's jeans and boxers and hummed low. He looked up at the younger man's face, right when the omega's eyes fluttered open and gazed down at him. Without words, they told each other what they wanted. Without words, Dean assured him, that this was right and okay, and that he didn't have to be afraid and Sam told him without opening his mouth, that he would follow Dean's lead.

Sam lifted his hips from the recliner and Dean pulled the jeans and boxers down in one go, so that they ended up discharged beside Dean's legs.

Sam's muscles grew taut and hard and tenseness tainted his scent sour … so sweet.

"Relax, baby boy.", Dean whispered, as he stroke up and down the insides of Sam's thighs. "I promise I'll … I won't go too far, okay? You'll tell me." Dean looked up at him. His eyes open and honest, locking his gaze with the omega. "You tell me and I'll stop. I won't go further. Not if you don't want me to."

Sam looked down at Dean, his eyes huge and innocent. He wanted this to happen. He did. But he felt so insecure. All he needed was to make that one step. To jump over his shadow and let Dean show him.

That was all he needed and though he was just short of calling it off and running.

Dean picked up on that. He wouldn't have been his mate if he wouldn't. "It's fine. Just … Lean back."

And Sam did.

Dean wouldn't go for the crown jewels instantly. He continued where he had stopped before. He kissed and licked over Sam's belly, stroke the insides of this thighs, his hands wandering closer to his middle each time they'd stroke upwards. In between reassuring and calming words, Dean's nose and mouth would travel southward.

At the first touch of velvet-soft lips with the crown of his manhood, Sam took a sharp inhale of air.

Dean didn't stop though. He nuzzled and devoured the tip of his omega's cock, holding it with one hand, while his other one traced over the area where every other man used to have his balls.

But Sam hadn't. And Dean wondered for a brief moment what difference that might make. Until his finger-tip got caught on Sam's clit.

Dean made a sound in awe, as he brushed feather-lightly over the pair of soft folds, sending jolts of pleasure through the omega's body.

A sighed moan fell from Samuel Harvelle's lips, trying to will himself to relax and switch off that nagging feeling that this wasn't right. That he was supposed to stop Dean for their both sakes. Sooner or later, the alpha would realize what a mistake it had been if he'd claim Sam as his and that would hurt even more.

So much more, than Sam could give.

Though, all doubts tumbled over the cliff of his mind, when his alpha latched onto him once more and slipped his finger in between Sam's soft and warm folds.

Dean took him deeper into his mouth, curling his tongue around him, while his finger continued to trace the swollen, parted area beneath.

Sam made those sweet sounds, whenever his finger would slip in between them, brushing over that hard bud at the very top of it. He could feel the wetness of his mate's arousal where he was touching him, wondering how he'd feel down there.

But the ex-hunter was capable of uttering at least as much control over his instincts. They weren't that far yet. Maybe Sam wouldn't like that kind of affection and … he honestly didn't want to screw that up. Who knew what the omega had lived through in his past and what'd make him uncomfortable due to that.

So he stuck to what he was doing right now, and damn, if that wasn't turning him on even more. Not only the way Sam sighed and moaned, also the way he pushed back down against his finger and up into his mouth, as if he was torn in between what Dean was offering to him.

Feeling the wetness between Sam's legs and the heaviness of his member in his mouth, made Dean want to sink into him right then and there. But he reminded himself once again that neither of them was ready for that. Well, that wasn't quite true. Dean was always ready. But Sam wasn't. That meant that neither he nor Sam were.

The alpha hummed and moaned around Sam's manhood, keeping his mouth wet and smooth for him as he wrapped his lips around him tighter.

Sam was lost in a world of pleasant emotions and jolts of ecstasy, feeling Dean's finger slip in between his folds once again, dragging it over his clit and deeper down, nudging at the entrance of his vagina.

The omega tilted his hips upwards and spread his legs wider, showing his alpha that he wanted this. That he wanted him right there and now and that all his shame seemed to have vanished.

And who was Dean to deny him that?

His finger slipped past his folds, into that hot tunnel of Sam's. Both men moaned in unison. Dean could only imagine how incredible this would feel when it'd be his cock in there. Surrounded by heat and wetness, buried to the hilt.

He moaned again, his own aching member straining against soft fabric. He glanced up at Sam's face, seeing nothing but bliss and pleasure written all over it. The way his cheeks were flushed red. His eyes closed. His moth parted slightly.

This was heaven.

Dean's heaven.

Having Sam all laid out for him, writhing and making those sweet little sounds because of him.

That was heaven. There was nothing more beautiful in the whole damn world. Nothing that'd make him happier right now, than seeing his mate like that.

As Sam's breaths started to quicken, and his inner muscles contracted more and more, Dean sped his pace up. He sucked on him harder and drove his finger inside the younger man in a punishing pace.

And when Sam came apart for him, Dean followed.

Dean made sure that he had to change his boxers, and made himself ready to swallow whatever Sam had to give.

He found himself utterly surprised that there wasn't anything besides a flood of slick pouring out of where his finger was buried and the frantic twitches of Sam's manhood in his mouth.

But there was no come. No come at all.

Later on, Dean wondered if it was okay to think about things like that. After all he had known that Sam was different and had suspected, that this part may would work out different too. He had been positive about going down that road, no matter how sex would look with Sam.

Sam softened in his mate's mouth then and Dean pulled off of him, causing the younger man to whimper at the loss. The alpha got up on his shaky knees and feet and leaned into Sam, sharing a tender kiss.

Sam responded instantly and smiled lazily against the ex-hunter's lips.

"You promised.", he whispered sleepily, his eyes only half open.

Dean grinned, smelling that his mate was more than just satisfied with how this had worked out.

"You've kept your promise." Sam caught the alpha's lips in his once more. "I … I wanna do this to you too ..."

Dean chuckled and brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of Sam's face. "Too late, baby boy. Next time though ..." He stole a peck from Sam's lips and one from his cheek. "C'mon. Let's take a nap."

The both of them then headed into the bedroom after getting all cleaned up, and slept until the late afternoon, when the sun was starting to set behind the horizon of car-wrecks and trees.

…. to be continued