THE ROAD SO FAR:
Sam was taking too long in there. Again, he glanced at the watch and swallowed around the lump in his throat. Maybe his words in the note sounded as if Sam HAD TO wear it for him. Maybe Sam thought that if he didn't put it on, that Dean would be pissed? The alpha thought about every single phrase in the note and turned it around in his head a dozen times, checking it over and over again, wondering if he had been indirectly threatening.
Sam should be done by now. How long could it possibly take to get dressed? Well, maybe Sam didn't like it and was thinking about ways of getting out of this situation just like Dean was right now. Dean closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a calming inhale. It did nothing though for his nerves though. He kept on waiting anyhow. The alpha sat anxiously on the couch, tapping with his foot on the floor.
Another ten minutes passed and the clock read that it was shy before nine, when he finally had enough. This way or another he'd go in there. He'd ... hell, Dean Winchester didn't know what he'd do. He only knew that he had to do something. Now.
Fields Of Jasmine
Chapter 29 ~ Attack
Sam's fingertips ghosted over the soft fabric ever so lovingly.
He wore a soft smile as he felt his own touch, above his heart, through the soft fabric of cream colored satin and hazel-brown lace.
It felt good, so good. The omega spun around once more, watching the skirt fly and the folds settle down again. It didn't feel as though he was doing something wrong. He knew that deep down it couldn't be wrong to feel good, but other people might not understand if he felt comfortable in a dress, when he looked more like a guy than a girl. Most of all, he didn't know how Bobby – and rather more – John Winchester would feel about him if he'd run around in a dress. John Winchester who was a hard man. A man with a rough stubbles and pepper-salt hair. His mate's father.
These were all things he needed to think about before letting himself feel truly comfortable with that piece of fabric. It would mean so much more if Dean's family and friends wouldn't accept him this way. If they wouldn't, would Dean? COULD Dean accept that these were things he liked?
Sam couldn't remember that part of him from his life before the surgery. It was as if those feelings and longings had not existed back then. That might be because he had taken suppressants. Well, Sam didn't know if the pills he took truly were suppressants, but he could remember taking tiny pink or blue pills every other night.
Then again ... he also knew that other people wouldn't understand. Maybe even Dean didn't understand. He had seen Dean's reaction when he once had tried to discuss suppressants with him, only to see how his mate reacted to that topic. While, his alpha hadn't seemed too fond of those pills either, Dean hadn't said that he didn't want Sam to take them either. He left it pretty much Sam's choice whether he'd take suppressants or not.
A soft sigh fell from his lips as he gazed at the bedroom door, debating once more with himself if he should go out there in the dress or if he should get dressed in his pyjamas. What would Dean expect him to do? Another sigh. And another five minutes passed.
Meanwhile, he was two steps closer to the door and was taking a third one, biting his lower lip.
His hands were shaking and his stomach churning at the thought of what he'd find on the other side.
Maybe he was thinking about this too much. Maybe it would be so much easier if he stopped analyzing the rights and wrongs of him wearing the dress or Dean's reaction and just left the bedroom.
Because this was him, right? Yeah, he liked his jeans and shirts and shit. But he also liked the feminine things. He liked the idea of wearing dresses or maybe even skirts. He hadn't even thought about underwear so far. But was it really that wrong? Sam sighed again and shook his head, gathering all the courage he could and finally reached for the door handle.
But he didn't have time to lay a single finger on it, when the door burst open. Sam was greeted by a snarling and hyperventilating young Winchester who appeared in the doorway and immediately stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were blown wide and his breath caught in his chest as he stared at his mate.
Sam flinched and pulled his hand back tight against his chest. He practically shrunk under the older man's stare. The need to hide himself, hide what he was wearing and how he looked like, struggled to overtake every thought right then.
His cheeks took on a dark shade of red as he kept on staring at Dean, who – in return – stared back at Sam, eyeing him from the top of his chestnut hair to his toes and back up. No matter how awkward this might have been, Sam needed to be seen exactly as he was. He needed Dean to know that this was a part of him, even when he had denied it for so long.
Sam could remember that he'd taken those pills back in the day when he had still been this shadow. He'd done so to hide himself from people like Dean, to hide what he was and suppress what he longed for. He hadn't wanted others to know how he ticked. And that, sure as hell, was as unhealthy as all the rest.
A soft "Sammy" fell from the ex-hunter's lips. Sam bat his lashes and gazed up through long bangs of dark hair, asking him without words if this was alright. The tension in Dean's shoulders faded and his lips twitched. The alpha's eyes lit up, as if a spark of light inflamed those green dark eyes, morphing into a bright beam.
"You're ..." The ex-hunter took a step into the room and closer to Sam, who just stood there. That flush on his cheeks. Beautiful eyes cast towards the floor. Ashamed of how he was looking, or what he was presenting, Dean didn't know. "You look amazing."
And he did.
It didn't matter that he looked more like a guy than a girl. Nor did it matter that there was nothing filling out the space where a woman's breasts should fill out the upper quarter of the dress. Dean doubted that even if there were hairs on the omega's legs, that he could look bad in it.
There were plenty of men out there wearing woman's clothes without Sam's very special features. This wasn't a bad thing. It simply wasn't. But Dean couldn't understand why the hell Sam should feel ashamed about something that was only natural. It wasn't a kink. Or a fetish.
This was Sam.
And no matter what he wore or in which kind of clothes he felt more comfortable, this was him and no one could change a person for what he or she was.
That's what made this world as colorful as it was.
That's why no one who felt like wearing dresses – no matter if guy or girl, if thin or plump – should feel bad about what he or she liked. It was what it was. Nature.
There was nothing to be ashamed of. No matter how someone looked. Sure, Dean had watched out for that kind of thing in his past. Of course he'd been drawn to the pretty chicks at high-school or dinners or bars. He had hit on girls with big boobs and deep necklines, with short skirts and firm legs. Hell, he'd even made jokes about those who didn't fit into the kind of supermodel-category. But that had been back then and he hadn't always been the man he was now. Because now he was damn well older and more grown up (most of the time anyway) and he thought different from how he had been thinking back at high school.
Actually?
He could smack his younger self for being such an ass back in the day. For even daring to think as he had thought.
Dean released his breath slowly, as he walked up to his omega with a soft smile. When he stood before him, he laid one hand on Sam's waist and the other one on his cheek and tilted his head up, so that he was looking him in the eyes.
"You look amazing, Sammy.", he whispered, his hand slipping down to Sam's neck.
"Dean ..." Sam looked aside, not able to look him in the eyes. It wasn't like he didn't believe him. Dean was telling the truth, because he'd know if it wasn't that way. However, Sam was sure there should be shame and embarrassment. Feelings that he thought Dean was sure to have about his mate now.
"Don't." Dean's hand slid over his shoulder and crossed the lacy short sleeve to where it ended. "Don't do that." His voice was soft and calming. "Don't think that it's wrong." Sam looked up again, locking gazes with his boyfriend. The former shadow of the hunter-hood looked so young and shy.
The alpha pulled Sam in, their pelvis touching each other's. "There's no reason to be, Sam."
He took in his face, those freckles and ever so green circles. "You're someone else now. You ain't that guy from two years ago. The one who hid away from everyone, afraid to be discovered as an omega. If you want to be, you can be both." Dean meant what he said.
Sam didn't have to put on a show or whatever he thought he might have to do to deserve his place in society. "No matter what. I'll be right here, okay? If you want to wear a cowboy hat and hot pants I'm totally in for that." There was this cocky grin and mischievous glint in his eyes again.
Sam blushed harder.
"You are who you are. There's no reason for putting on a show for me or whoever else you think you could be disappointing." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Those people out there? I get why you think you have to look like a regular guy. But you aren't a regular guy. You may look mostly male, but that doesn't mean anything. You get me?"
Sam gave him a jerky nod, as he wasn't quite sure what to say to that.
"Good. And now ... let me have a look at you." Dean's grin widened and he made a step back, though, leaving his hands on Sam. He looked down on him, taking in his bare feet and big toes curling inwards against the wooden floor.
"I got the right size?" Yes, this was enough of a chick flick already. SO they'd better stop before either of them started crying. Sam gave him another nod, returning a tiny smile.
Dean tugged a thick strand of hair behind Sam's ear, revealing his scar. "You like it?"
Sam's smile widened a bit more as he gave him another shy nod. "I love it.", Sam's voice was a bit hoarse.
"Fine. That's real good." He couldn't stop to grin like a dumb idiot. His heart was making back-flips right now, dancing a tango of glee at Sam's response. "You ... you want to watch some TV?"
Sam shook his head and gazed towards the bed. He never asked for what he needed – emotionally or physically – with words. The omega never did.
What Dean supposed was because of what he'd been though before they found him in the woods. Sharing a year of your life with a demo-ridden vamp sure wasn't fun. Even when Sam didn't talk about his time with Savanger a lot, he still could imagine what it had been like.
Who'd want to go into such a dark place again? Freely? No healthy soul would. Even when psychologists said that things like that had to get digested and worked out, sometimes it was better to store them away, or lock them in some forgotten corner of the mind. Dean Winchester knew what he was talking about. Of course he'd been through a lot of shitty situations himself, but there wasn't any he could possibly compare to what Sam had endured.
"Bed?", Dean asked eventually. And Sam nodded again.
Dean's hand slid down the rest of the way and intertwined his fingers with Sam's. He tugged the younger man with him and let him sit down at the edge of the bed, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I'm gonna turn the lights off, baby.", he whispered against the omega's smooth skin.
When the alpha had done that and was back, Sam was struggling with the zipper at the back of the dress. He only turned around when Dean came back in.
"Don't." The older man's voice was a bit rough and it had a hint of an order in it. "Is it comfy?", this time it was spoken softer.
Sam gave him a nod.
"Leave it on.", Dean tried to reassure him. "I like seeing you in it. It's nice."
Sam seemed to ponder that and let go of the zipper after another moment of thinking.
Sam crawled under the covers, so did Dean. The omega nuzzled into the ex-hunter's chest and breathed a heavy sigh. He pulled his hands in between himself and Dean then wiggled around until he was comfortable.
The ex-hunter did the same as he slung his arms around Sam, one of his hands coming to a rest on the outer side of Sam's thigh, since he had one of his legs thrown over Dean's.
"You think it's okay?", Sam asked after quite some time.
Dean, who was already half asleep frowned. "What'd you mean?" There was a beat of absolute silence. "The dress ... and ... me." He needed to know, to hear it again. Dean's frown faded and he smiled. "Of course I do. Like I said. That's you and I don't want you to be any different, baby boy." Dean's fingers slid under the skirt, drawing circles into the omega's smooth skin tenderly. "You look real good in that thing." A grin grew and took in his whole face. "Should've bought you a red one."
Sam nudged him in the chest with his finger and chuckled.
"Ouch. What the hell? That ain't funny. I mean it." With that he earned himself a more intensive poke. "Not joking, Sammy." Dean's voice morphed into a more serious one. "I mean it.", he added. "You'd look sweet in a red one." "I hate red.", he murmured into Dean's shirt. The omega's upper arm snug around his mate's middle. "And pink. I don't like pink." Dean wasn't sure what that hint was for and it took him a couple of moments to ponder what Sam had said. Then eventually – finally – the bulb above his head went on and his lips formed a perfect "o".
"Even when it's lace, or satin?" Dean could literally feel Sam frown into his chest. He could hear the wheels in his mind jump into geek-mode. "I don't like pink. And red. No matter what fabric." He told his mate calmly. "I don't like royal blue either. Or ... any other of those intensive colors. And I ... I don't like to wear all that stuff women wear. ... It's just ... this." Sam was talking about the dress, that was clear.
Dean hummed low and nodded into the mop of hair under his chin. "I get it, Sammy. Only things which appeal to you. That's perfectly fine with me."
"Yeah?", Sam was a bit surprised that the alpha didn't put him into a box beforehand. He was even positively surprised, that Dean understood.
"Sure thing. Whatever you want, I want it too. And if you don't want something, I won't want it either. Don't you get it?" Dean pulled back, just enough to gaze down at his mate's sparkling eyes.
Sam tilted his head to the side. "We're in this, no matter what. I don't care about anyone else, or how others think that things are supposed to be." Dean traced with his knuckles over Sam's cheekbone with a fond smile. "This is us, and I don't think that either of us is like anyone else out there. We can't apply to them. No hunter or ex-hunter can. That's how it is."
The alpha found himself searching Sam's lips and brushing them against his. It only took Sam a moment, before he started to kiss back and moan into the kiss as soon as Dean started to suckle on his tongue and biting his lip.
Instinctively, Sam pushed his pelvis against Dean's, feeling hardness beneath layers of fabric. The alpha's grip on his thigh tightened as he pushed up against him, his hand slipping further under the dress, up to the curve under Sam's butt.
"We should sleep.", Dean murmured against kiss-swollen lips. Little Dean Winchester didn't agree – obviously – though. "Mhm." Sam knew that. But he actually felt like making out and groping at each other. He didn't care if he'd have to get up early the next day. Well, at least not until the next day anyway. They kept on kissing and touching and slowly but surely the whole making out became more heated, and when Dean's hand slipped past the waistband of Sam's briefs, there was no holding back anymore. Dean's fingers wrapped around Sam's length tightly and the omega moaned in return, hiking his leg up higher as the both of them were still laying on their sides.
Though, that wasn't quite what Sam wanted. Not at all. It was nice to have friction there, but he'd like it even more when Dean showed some more attention towards what was hidden "behind". Not that Sam didn't enjoy it, but the thing was, that his member wasn't the main attraction here.
That was what Dean didn't know, since Sam wasn't too keen to talk about things like that to his mate. He might as well show him that it'd feel a lot better to him when he touched him somewhere else.
Sam, who had his hand on Dean's still denim-clad manhood, slipped his hand under the skirt of his dress and took a hold of Dean's hand. A bit surprised, but open for whatever Sam wanted to do with him, he followed the omega's word-less prompt and let go. He followed Sam's hand, which tugged him further down, to that very wet, slick fold. Sam whimpered at the first touch of his mate's seasoned finger slipping in between his wet folds, searching out the one tender spot at the very top. A high pitched gasp fell from Sam's lips, when Dean stroke over it once more.
The alpha growled possessively into Sam's ear, as he moved his middle-finger further down until he nudged at his opening. Another aroused sound got pushed from the omega's chest, when his finger entered him to the second knuckle.
Dean's hot breaths ghosted down Sam's exposed skin, and Sam's desperate breathy moans, got muffled by the ex-hunter's shirt. Eventually, Sam's hand found its way back into Dean's boxers and as it was, this seemed to set the alpha off.
Suddenly, Sam found himself rolled onto his back, Dean hovering over him with his pupils blown wide. The alpha nudged his legs apart to have more space between them and crushed his lips into Sam's mercilessly. His hands found Sam's wrists and he urged them upwards above the omega's head, bringing him into a more submissive position.
That didn't mean anything at all. Hell, Dean didn't even think about (not entirely at least) what he was doing. This was instinct. This was his omega. It wasn't like he would try to knot Sam, or even think about penetrating him.
No way. No way that he'd do that right now.
Instead of feeling aroused by Dean's hard manhood press into his from above, Sam squeezed out a panicked gasp. He wiggled his hands and wrists and tugged. His knees went up in an attempt to get Dean off of him.
"No.", he breathed. He knew this had nothing to do with Orthos or what had happened to him. He knew Dean wouldn't hurt him or make him do something he didn't want to, but all of a sudden a part of him found itself back at Savanger's. He found himself tied to the bed and Orthos above him.
He couldn't stop the panic attack from happening, nor avoid sounding like a frightened...something.
His chest grew tight and his throat started to close up on him, making it impossible to breathe. Dean let go of Sam's hands and rolled off of him the very moment he noticed the omega's distress.
It took him a moment to understand what was happening, but when he did, it hit him full-force.
"Sammy?", he croaked out worriedly, as he watched the omega scoot back against the headboard and pull his legs up towards his chest, hugging them tightly. Sam sucked in hacked off breaths, wheezing with the effort of getting enough oxygen into his lungs.
"Sam. It's ... It's okay. We ..." Dean sucked in a deep breath. His own arousal fading away rapidly as his chest filled with guilt. "I'm sorry ... I didn't think ..."
"I'm sorry." Sam's eyes moved frantically, as if he was searching the room for somewhere to escape or hide. He didn't even notice his mate beside him, didn't knowledge his words. "So sorry. I ... I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't ... Oh god, no. Don't."
"It's okay." Dean tugged himself back into his jeans and crawled up beside Sam, where he leaned against the headboard and pulled him against his side. "It's okay. Don't worry." He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his temple. "Too fast too far, huh?" Dean swallowed, and reached with his other hand for Sam's face, stroking it tenderly. "It's okay. You're safe, Sunshine. You're with me."
Sam nodded into the alpha's shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut tightly while his breathing started to calm down slowly. "I didn't want to ... I ... I'm sorry. I really am."
"Nothin' to be sorry for, babe." He was only glad that Sam didnt pull away from him. That it was quite the opposite though he was the reason that Sam was freaking out. The alpha reached for the comforter and pulled it up over Sam's legs and lap. "It was like ... back then." He still struggled to get his breathing under control. "I ... want it. I want this. With you. I ... I'm sorry." "It's perfectly fine. Don't you worry about this." Dean placed another gentle kiss to his omega's temple and card his fingers through sweat-damp hair. "I shouldn't have pinned you down like that. I didn't think." Something he could kick himself for.
Sam drew in a shuddering breath as he blinked his eyes open. Thinking about this closer, Dean realized, that he'd never had Sam beneath him like that. Not in bed and certainly not holding his hands or wrists, even when it hadn't been violent. It had always been the both of them on the couch, Sam on top of him, or beside him. And when Dean had been atop of his mate it was never with his hands somewhere close to Sam's. The omega's hands had always been free to roam and he certainly hadn't ground down into him that eagerly.
Sam gave him a short nod and swallowed. Again.
"I'll go grab a shower, 'kay? And then we'll cuddle up and make out some more." He winked at Sam who nudged him into his ribs in response. "Or we just sleep." The omega made a small noise. "You don't stink. You can stay. Shower tomorrow."
And as simple as that, Dean obliged. Because after all it was Sam in charge of him and not the other way around. The being in his arms may was an omega and omegas may be more submissive or – how others would call it – meant to follow their mates even if they didn't approve of certain things, but they sure as hell had the upper hand in a relationship.
They just didn't wear it on the outside.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Sam had spent the night in the dress.
Dean had slept the night in his tee and jeans.
When the clock struck six, the both of them shared lazy kisses and rolled out of bed. While Dean took his shower, Sam got dressed into something more convenient and packed a duffel for himself and one for Dean.
Once done, he left them on the bed and moved into the kitchen, where he started on preparing breakfast.
He glanced down at his bandaged arm and frowned, after getting the bottle of pills from the counter. Actually it didn't hurt that bad anymore, and Dean had told him that those stitches could come out today. SO he might not need the pills anymore as well.
Sam put them into the closed cabinet and then thought for a moment.
Actually the coffee maker had been torn apart and its pieces were lying in the sink in a pool of dark-brown water. The omega threw a glance over his shoulder towards the bathroom and shook his head absently.
Obviously – if they wanted coffee before they'd hit the road – he needed to put the coffee machine back together.
It had looked worse than it actually was.
The thing was put together in less than ten minutes and was making it's gurgling noises when the first drops of black gold hit the bottom the pot. The machine itself even sounded a bit less at its limits.
The eggs were in the pan, when Dean emerged from their bedroom fully dressed and with a towel over his head. He hummed at the soft smell of coffee and eggs and pursed his lips gleefully when his gaze landed on Sam's back.
A wave of disappointment washed over the alpha, when he saw him wearing jeans and a shirt. It wasn't like it wasn't okay, or that Sam didn't look good in those clothes either. It was just that ... that Sam should feel free to wear the dress, or whatever he preferred.
Though, Dean knew society and he also knew that some people wouldn't approve seeing someone – obviously male – wearing dresses or skirts, or women clothes in general, in public.
Because it meant that Sam wouldn't dare to wear them in public either.
And he actually felt anger flare up in the depths of his gut, as he thought about his mate – his omega – not being able to do what he wanted because it wouldn't oblige whatever rules society had come up with dozens of years ago.
Hell, guys had been wearing skirts all the damn time if you think of Scotland, Egypt or the early antique. He couldn't change current society's view, so he might as well get over that and focus on what lay before them.
Dean walked up behind Sam and wrapped his arms around the taller man, then kissed his neck. "Hey, babe. - What're you doin'?"
"Eggs. Bacon." Sam pointed with the spatula towards the coffee maker. "And coffee."
Dean hummed low and tightened his hold around Sam's middle before he let go to get mugs and plates from the cupboard. "Smells awesome."
Sam bumped with his hip into Dean's and nearly sent him off balance. The alpha squinted at his mate and bumped back into his side, but the taller man stood his ground and chuckled.
"When'll we take off?"
"Seven? We should make it to Lawrence by nightfall. We can stay at the storage of yours and then we'll start digging through your stuff in the morning." Sounded like a solid plan to Dean. He also hoped that they'd be on their way back by tomorrow night or the morning after.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
The demon gritted her teeth and snarled, as the pup once again snapped at her fingers. She rose the whip and flicked it at the rebellious beast.
"This will not work, young one.", A voice rose from the darkness behind her and a yellow-eyed man stepped out of the shadows. "You can't break it, as long as it feels its connection to the human. That is why he should have killed the kid in the first place.", his last words were snarled, yellow eyes gleaming up like gems in the darkness of the room.
"It is not my fault, father.", she hissed back at the man behind her without turning around.
"You had one job, Sweetheart. One damn job. I've thought I gave this task to the right child of mine." He sounded a bit calmer, and though as if it was the silence before a storm.
The blonde wasn't the one to flinch back from her father like the others of his children. That was why he picked her for this job. She was a reckless one and though she used to plan whatever they had in mind.
"You did. - And I am going to fix this, father. Like I always do."
"Orthos's child will not bow before any of us. He will not surrender until the distraction is gone. Its mind is stronger than the others since he is growing up with the confidence of not being completely alone. - It can feel his human side stronger than any of the others due the connection to the birth-giver. Either you kill the human, or our plans will fail." The man made another step towards his daughter and laid his heavy hand on her small shoulder. "You better hurry up though. Otherwise we cannot hold up our pace and the plan will fall apart, Meg." The yellow eyed demon paused, his lips twitching. "John Winchester killed all of them. This one is our last chance for this generation to succeed. I will not accept any kind of failure of you again."
She nodded, letting the whip sink. The beast was still holding her gaze as it bared its white teeth at her. It was clear as day. Either this would work, or her father would cast her down into hell.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
They were – indeed – on the road by seven. Sam rode shotgun, and to be honest, Dean felt as if he could get used to this. Back then it had always been him and his baby. And now there was Sam too, making him feel whole again after so many years.
Dean's hand found his omega's thigh only five minutes into the drive and squeezed it gently. Sam's hand joined his mate's seconds later, covering it with his. They shared a fond smile over the short distance.
They made only a single break on their way to Kansas and that was to pick up a fast lunch and coffee at a very tiny and abandoned looking diner at the side of the road. They made it in and out, without Sam having to freak out, since there was just a scary old cook and the even older weird looking waitress. No one else.
Dean felt the urge to salt and burn that place down to the ground after leaving it. Just to be sure. He swore himself that he'd never stop at such a crappy diner again.
They reached Lawrence much earlier than Dean had expected and went to the caretaker of the storage company since Dean decided that it may not was a good idea to break into Sam's container. Well, in this case it looked more like a real storage room. Two to be exact, as it turned out.
Sam had rented two, which laid right beside one another.
The small plump guy gazed up at Sam as if he was surprised to see him.
"Mister Miller!", he called out as soon as Dean and Sam were inside the office. The small guy threw his hands in the air cheeringly and hurried around the counter, where he brushed past Dean and wrapped his short arms around Sam in a bear-hug.
"It's nice to see ya', kid. - Thought you'd never show up again." The man pulled back, his dark-brown eyes gleaming and sparkling with joy. He patted Sam's shoulder. The omega frowned as he looked down at the man curiously. He couldn't for the sake of it remember this guy, even when he had the feeling that he needed to.
The man mirrored Sam's frown and made another step back to take him in. "You look thinner.", he acknowledged. His gaze darted towards Dean, who he just now seemed to notice. The small man's gaze turned hard, as he took in the alpha from tip to toe. He then looked back at Sam, letting his gaze roam over the omega once more.
Obviously the man was putting together his own assumptions about Sam's absence and the way he looked.
"What the hell happened?"
Sam opened his mouth to talk up, but Dean was first to reply. "My boyfriend lost his memory due an accident."
The little guy seemed to look straight through the alpha's lie. "I may be a beta, and I sure as hell don't know a lot about your relationship to Sam, but I can tell you that ain't true, mister." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "He'd never take someone to his storage. – Why would he start now?"
He then turned to look back up at Sam, watching him for a couple of minutes.
"I ... Dean's right. - I only remember bits and pieces." He brushed the hair out of his face, revealing the scar, wanting to proof that Dean's lie was true.
The smaller man's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Oh." Sam smiled shyly. "I only remember that I've had ... a storage here ... or a container where I keep things. I ... It's the only thing I remember. I also have the feeling that I should be remembering you. But ... I don't. And I'm sorry."
The small guy rose his hand. "You've been callin' me Harry." He seemed to think and that he was a bit embarrassed by his own behavior. "You sure don't remember where you put your key either, huh?"
Sam gave him a nervous nod. "Maybe you could show us where -" The man – Harry – hurried back around the counter and opened a small box where he rummaged around for quite some time. When he had found what he was looking for he held up a key with an eight-ball as key-chain. "There it is." He smiled. "I bet you guys are gonna crash there for tonight, will ya?" He rose both eyebrows.
Dean grinned at the man. "Did he often crash in the container?" Harry gazed at the alpha curiously, then he looked back at Sam. "He's your boyfriend, huh?"
Sam nodded.
On their way to the storage room, Harry was babbling along. Though it was a useful babbling, since he was telling them a whole lot about Sam and the room he was guiding them to.
"You only slept there, when you came back limping or somehow ... sore ... from one of ya' trips.", Henry continued to tell. "I still have your car too, you know? Haven't sold it as you told me, kid. Figured, I'd wait more than just a couple of months for you to come back." He winked at Sam and gave him a soft smile. Sam gazed surprised at him. Dean did too. "If you guys want to stay here for the night – or longer – I'll throw on the generator so you'll have electricity and warm water. - At least a while though. Ain't like you could heat enough water for a shower though." He chuckled. "Besides. - It only had to reach out for that kid to get his wounds cleaned and bandaged, right?"
Sam's frown deepened as they rounded a corner and gave Dean a look. The alpha looked back at his mate at least as curious.
Another couple of locked up storage doors later, Harry stopped and handed Sam the keys. "Good to see you walkin' and talkin', kid." The man adjusted his ball cap and patted Sam's bicep. "Don't shy away and forget to say good bye when you guys leave." And with that he turned around and was about to take off. "Wait!", Sam called out. "How'd I pay for this?"
Harry stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "You've paid for fifteen years straight away. And a bonus so I wouldn't ask questions. And another bonus for writing the bill and the contract on someone else's name, Samuel Tristan Harvelle." He chuckled. "You also told me where I'd find your money in case you wouldn't come back. You also told me to take it and burn everything I'd find in your storage before anyone else'd raid it."
"Money?" Sam's eyebrows rose high.
Dean's did too.
Harry chuckled. "Left lower drawer of the desk to the right. There's a hidden bottom panel." Then he disappeared behind the corner. Sam and Dean shared surprised looks. "Wow.", Dean croaked out. "You sure know how to surprise people." The omega cast his look down into his hand and took a deep inhale. This was the key to his past. Maybe to all of it. This was the moment where everything he had seen in visions and memories would get proofed. Where he'd get to know for certain who he had been and what he had done.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Meg ground her teeth together, as she watched both men disappear behind the heavy iron door.
A couple of minutes earlier, and she'd have gotten her claws into that birth-giver's throat. - And the Winchester's.
The blonde gazed back over her shoulder, locking gazes with a half grown beast. Black fur moving with the cool wind, its white eyes gleaming in the light of the full moon. "Time to get the show on the road."
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
A spark of hazel lit up in the beast's white eyes. Around him his sisters and brothers were sleeping contently, while it was still chained to the hook in the stone-made floor. It tore on it mercilessly, chains rattling and cracking. It howled and snarled and made another rage of dangerous noises as the shackles tore into the skin of its feet and neck.
That was, until the biggest of them emerged from the shadows, stalking towards the pup with such grace, as its long black hair gleamed in the orange light of the gleaming fire. Orthos nudged his rebellious child against its big skull and growled into its ear, as he started to lick his wounded neck and then moved to where the hook was driven into the ground and holding back the rebellious kid of his.
... to be continued