You guys see, I do what I can to embed your requests for this story. 2 of you guys thought it's going to easy between Sam and Dean and asked me to spice things up.

Well, here we go. I'm spicing things up.

But that's only possible because it fits into that part of the story. - SOMEHOW

You guys can say THANK YOU to the both anonymus prompters for the cliffhanger. 'Cause this chapter wasn't supposed to have one at all. But now it definitely does ^^

Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 32 ~ Heat

As it turned out, Sam had fed them from a vending machine for the past couple of days. That was where the orange juice and cherry juice were from. That small tarts and pies.

Dean could even remember the sticky sweet artificial taste of apple in between too sweet juice and bitter pills. Dean wasn't too surprised to find the vendor quite empty too. Obviously they've been there for a few days already and the vending machine was the only thing close enough for Sam to get food for the both of them without having to leave Dean for longer than fifteen minutes. Not that it looked like as if there was any kind of civilisation for another hundred or twohundred miles around anyway.

"Where'd you get the coins from?", Dean wondered as he eyed the heap of empty bottles and papers on the small kitchenette. "Don't remember havin' that much.", he added in a mumble.

"There were about twenty dollars in the car. Searched the upholstery and glove compartement.", Sam answered and yawned as he rolled on his back, swallowing a wince as the bruise on his back made itself known. The omega's voice still sounded hoarse and raw and used. He also looked exhausted despite that he had slept and that he should've been well rested.

His eyes were trained at Dean, who sat at the table and unwrapped two chocolate chip muffins which he had gotten from the vending machine. He also had come back with two big mugs of coffee. One black and one golden brown, smelling like vanilla and sugar.

Dean stole a glance at the younger man. "Coffee's getting' cold over here. Old creepy lady wants her mugs back too." He grinned mischievously. "Not that I could say that she's not motherly." He chuckled. "Then again … she threatened me with her gun if I don't get them back to her. - AND she's chargin' five dollars if we break them." He paused and tilted his head to the side. "She's a ray of sunshine."

Sam smiled softly. Seeing Dean acting like before. Seeing him walking and talking properly. That was nice. He'd been worried that he had made the wrong call by holing up at the motel instead bringing his mate to the ER.

And he would have if Dean hadn't improved. He'd dumped all sense of wit and sent it down the drain.

After the first day, when Sam had woken up to Dean retching and hanging over the edge of the bed and puking onto the greasy dark-blue carpet he had feared that the ex hunter was worse as he had first thought.

He had also packed up their duffels and was ready to hit the road with him, searching the next hospital. But Dean had pushed him away and told him that it wasn't necessary and that there was no way he'd go into a hospital because of such a minor thing like a concussion.

Though, the ex hunter hadn't seen himself the way Sam had. Dean hadn't been pale. He'd been gray. Dark half-moons under his eyes. His circles dazed. And his mind obviously disoriented as he was drifting in and out of consciousness and talking about things to someone Sam couldn't see.

The omega had made sure that Dean'd stay hydrated and made him eat all the junk food he could find.

Only small serves each time Dean'd wake up. He'd gotten all the tarts and chocolate bars, water and juice from the vending machine on the first day, making sure he wouldn't have to leave his mate for unnecessary things like food or even water.

Sam hadn't dared to sleep peacefully either. He had woken every couple of hours with a start during the nights, afraid he'd forget to check on Dean, or miss something – like him stopping to breathe.

Sure, Bobby had reassured and told him, that it looked worse than it obviously was and he had also told the young omega, that concussed people were sometimes halluzinating. But then again, Sam remembered one of his half-memories, that those symptoms could also be signs of a head-trauma.

Then …

Yesterday, Dean had improved drastically.

The ex hunter had slept more peacefully and there hadn't been any invisible people he was talking to. There hadn't been vomitting or moaning in his sleep. Dean also had seemed more stable on his feet when he brought him into the bathroom to take care of his business.

So Sam had dared to lie down and let himself sleep deeper for the first time within the past four days.

Dean squinted at Sam, noticing that he was far away with his thoughts. Instead of ordering him to come to the table for breakfast again, he grabbed the mug with sweet coffee and the muffin and walked over to the bed, where he sat down at Sam's side, right beside his waist.

"C'mon. - Breakfast." He smiled warmly at Sam.

The omega's lips tilted upwards slightly. Ever so carefully, he moved backwards, though it looked a bit awkward and stiff. So as bad as he wanted to hide his bruised back from his mate, Dean would know. He couldn't possibly hide such a thing from him. Every bit as Dean couldn't hide his injury from Sam.

The alpha's face darkened. "You're hurt.", he stated coldly.

"Nah, not as bad. Only bruised and sore. I'll be fine." Sam eventually managed to shove himself up and lean against the headboard. He took the mug from Dean's hand while he watched Dean watching him.

"I'm okay. For real."

"I'll have a look at it anyway. - After Breakfast.", Dean said in that very serious tone he used when he was that serious with a hint of angry, that that small vein on his forehead would start to pulsate.

Sam nodded.

Then there was silence.

Dean went to get his own coffee and the muffin and sat down on the bed right beside Sam. "What happened back there?"

Sam looked up through long bangs of hair. "What do you remember?", he asked calmly and slurped on his coffee.

Dean thought for a moment. "Gettin' jumped by the … that monster. - The demon looked as if it exploded." He gave Sam a curious look. "How'd you do it?"

Sam made a barely hearable sound. "I didn't do anything." He paused.

Dean only looked at him and straightened up slightly.

"He did it." The omega bit his lower lip. "He saved you. - Then he saved me. He killed the demon. Not me."

The alpha hummed low. "Who's he?" He spoke softly, though he sounded as if he was on edge.

Sam brushed his hair back, but it fell back into his face. He laid the muffin onto the comforter and took a deep inhale. Then there were another few moments of silence.

Dean gave him the time he needed to find the right words. Even though he felt like pushing since he was sure he wouldn't like what he'd hear.

"Orpheus. - My child.", Sam said so very softly that it was barely hearable.

Okay, out of all things he thought he'd hear, that was definitely not one of them.

Dean stared blankly at his mate.

Sam cast his look down.

Dean continued to stare, holding his breath.

Sam waited for his mate to say something. For an outburst. Or for accusing him to be ridiculous.

"Say something.", Sam mumbled after the silence continued.

Dean opened his mouth and shut it again, the words getting caught in his throat. What was actually better than spitting them at Sam. At his mate. Who actually seemed to think that that beast which had nearly killed him, had come to his rescue.

THAT was ridiculous.

Then there was a pair of hazel-green eyes blinking at him from behind long strands of dark hair. An hopeful expression carrying in them.

"Say somethin'.", the omega repeated.

"Your child? Really? You're talkin about that … that monster?" There it was. Now it was out, the pressure in his chest released. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

"Dean. - It … It didn't hurt me." Of course Sam had to try and defend the thing. It was a part of his. It was his.

"You're imagining things, Sam.", Dean said pluntly. Coldly. His eypression hard and unreadable. "It was luck. That's all it may was. - Me wakin' up when I did and …"

"No, Dean. It wasn't like that. If it would've wanted it'd killed you. It would have. But it didn't. It didn't kill you. And it didn't kill me. It was protecting me. It was protecting us. - I didn't see it all. All I know is, that he killed the demon. That he killed the other one too. It didn't hurt me because it didn't want to." Sam threw the covers back and rolled out of bed without spilling the mug of coffee in his hand.

"Sam. - That can't be. Listen. Just listen to me." Rather annoyed and a bit pissed he reached for Sam to hold him back, to get him to sit back down.

But the omega wiggled out under Dean's hold who had him gripped tight on his forearm. "No. You're not listening. - It's not evil. It's not."

"How could you know? It could be some game. Demons are liars. They are traitors. They are messy bastards. They're playing mindgames. That's what they do!", Dean was close to yelling now. "Dammit, Sam.", he hissed through gritted teeth.

"You don't know what you're sayin'.", Sam murmured, putting the mug on the table a bit more forcefully than he had intended to.

"Yes, I do. I've been hunting them. I've been interrogating them. I know what they say and do to get into your head. - So they do with you. They want you to let your guard down. To make you bond with it. And when you're trusting it enough, then it's going to kill you. Because that's what they do. What all of them do." Dean was furious. Why would Sam not understand? It was that simple. It's always been that simple.

"No.", Sam brreathed, his head bowed and his eyes shut. "It's not. - It can't be. He's not like them."

"That's wishful thinking, Sam! That's what it is. And nothin' else!" He was yelling now. Yelling at Sam because he wouldn't understand. He didn't want to understand. "You gotta know that.", he added while he watched Sam's heaving shoulders, his flaring nostrils. "You're not thinking clear. You're entiteling that THING as your child, dammit. It's a parasite. Nothing else. It doesn't look even human!"

Sam's eyes shot open, a dangerous glint in his bright eyes as his gaze snapped towards Dean. "I don't care, Dean. I don't give a damn about what you're thinking. It saved you. It saved me. It CAME. You didn't see it, you weren't there. It fought."

Dean huffed out a breath and shook his head in disbelieve. It took him everything to not just let the bubbling anger boil over. "You're putting that THING above your mate? That's what you want? Your so-called CHILD? That THING that nearly killed you? You're putting that creature before the guy who saved your sorry ass back in the woods? The man who stayed by your side, who offered you comfort and safety? The alpha who came for you in columbus and took you back to the Salvage so you wouldn't starve because you weren't able to go into a supermarket and get food? You sure that's what you really wanna do?" Dean jumped up from the bed, his face turning a dark shade of angry red. He blew out a raged breath, his vocal cords itching with all kinds of real bad things he could say to the omega. And he did everything to keep those things inside his mind and mouth before he'd make things worse.

Because a tiny part of him understood. That tiny part remembered what the doctor at the hospital had said to him. That Sam may felt different about the parasite. That he didn't see it as the threat it was.

"I don't put anyone first.", Sam murmured calmly and hurt. Was that how Dean was really thinking? That he owed him for coming for him? That he owed him for saving a sorry omega's butt? Was Dean sorry that he got stuck with an omega that way?

He had hated them – Sam knew. He had hated him too in the beginning. At least until their bond was manifesting. Maybe Dean didn't want it that way. Maybe he felt as if he needed to be mating with Sam …

Dean huffed out a breath. Somehow "not putting anyone first" cut deep into his chest and pierced his heart. Because it sounded as if Sam didn't care as much about him as he was supposed to do as a mate.

"We aren't mated yet, Sam. - So … you choose your CHILD before me? Go. Because I won't put up with that. I won't take you back to the Salvage with me and bring everyone else in danger because of your delusional hopes that that thing's good. Because it ain't." The alpha's voice was calm and cool. His eyes cold and dead, no hint of emotions remained. "It'll never be."

There was a beat of silence.

Another one.

Dean kept staring holes into Sam's head.

Sam kept his gaze down, swallowing back a sob and holding back tears. It sounded so easy, didn't it? He wasn't supposed to give up on Orpheus as long as there was a chance that he was good, wasn't he? Sure, maybe Dean could also be right in some ways. But he hadn't any sort of proof for that. Though he hadn't any sort of proof for what he was thinking either.

When in doubt, for the accused …

"That's it? I've to choose? You or … Orthos's child? You don't even WANT to try and find out if he's evil or not? You don't give it a chance to proof that it's not?" Sam didn't turn around. He couldn't face Dean right now. If he would, and if he'd see that hard expression on his face and eyes, the disgust and hate – he wouldn't be able to stand that. He possibly couldn't. Because this … the anger and rage, the unbelievable hate which radiated from the alpha … it was barely bearable for Sam.

For his mate.

"Yes. That's it. - Me … or IT." Dean's voice didn't break. Didn't shudder. He was cool about this. At least to the outside world. "I won't discuss this anymore. It's either me or it. Your choice. I hope you can live with the outcome ..." … if you're deciding against me, was what had been left unsaid.

Sure Dean knew that Sam hung on him, that he loved him. He knew that and he didn't shy away of using it gainst the omega. Besides, omegas were used to feel the bonds to their mates even more intensive than alphas. - Or at least that was what people said.

Sam was different. He was carrying his heart on the outside. He didn't have those thick unbreakable walls built up like Dean. He was so not like the alpha.

The younger man swallowed thickly. His eyes started to water as he repeated Dean's words in his mind. The hunter was pushing a part of him away. He was denying Sam a chance to figure out if that kid – dog, lion, kat, whatever it was – was evil. He wouldn't give it a chance. He'd rather shoot it. Sam knew.

What hurt even more was, that Dean wouldn't listen to him, didn't listen to what he was saying and trying to explain. He wouldn't give Sam a chance to proof what he was thinking about Orpheus.

Sam also knew that Dean was playing unfair. He knew that Dean knew that he had nowhere else to go since he'd burned the storage down. That he had no money and no vehicle to get away from here.

They both knew that Sam had nothing but the things he carried right now.

But he wouldn't let that hinder him on showing Dean that he was right. That there was a chance that Orpheus wasn't evil. He wouldn't let Dean pressure him because he wasn't agreeing on this. There was still a spark of pride left somewhere inside of him.

"I don't want to choose.", Sam mumbled wettly.

"Me or it, Sam. - That's how it is." Dean stayed calm and cool.

"I can't leave it out there. I can't … not without knowing for sure, Dean.", Sam tried to interfere, show him that he was ready to negotiate about this.

But the ex hunter definitely wasn't. "Then go.", he said breathlessly and cast his look aside. "Go.", he repeated as if the first time it hadn't hurt any less. Hell, he didn't even know why he said it. Maybe because out of hurt, or because Sam wouldn't obey or take Dean's word as a fact. He couldn't tell.

He only knew, that right at the moment that his words were out, he whised he hadn't said them.

Dean didn't dare to look up, afraid of the shocked expression he would read all over Sam's face. Afraid that he would see the hurt and despair which rolled in thick waves from his mate. Ex-Mate actually.

If they were breaking this bond … if it was even possible to break it anymore … Dean had heard about mates who were divorced. He had also heard that it would hurt like hell. And that it'd get better the longer they'd stay apart.

But that wasn't what Dean wanted.

He didn't want to break up with Sam.

He didn't want to rip their bond apart.

What he wanted was Sam to agree. Because he was the one who knew about those bastards better than anyone else. He was practically the master of demon-hunting. At least he had been …

Sam didn't say another word. Instead he sucked in a shuddering breath as a sob choked it off.

"You know what?", Dean pushed away from where he was leaning against the end of the bed with his calves. He needed to cool down. Needed to get his shit together, before he'd say something else.

"I can't stand you right now." Those words ripped through Sam's chest like sharp claws.

As the alpha brushed past Sam, bumping into his shoulder and side, snatched his jacket from the chair and the keys from the table and was out of the door before Sam could even process what was happening.

As Sam stood there, holding onto the back of one of the chairs to anchor himself, he fought to catch a deep calming breath. For long minutes he didn't know where this had come from. Why this had escalated to fast. He had no clue how he could possibly make this up to Dean. Because – to be honest – he couldn't. That was the way he thought. He couldn't just KILL that creature. Not as long as there was no proof for Orthos's child being evil. And he wasn't sure if he could do that even if it was.

What actually didn't matter anymore anyway. Dean had sent him away. He had left. And he sure as hell'd come back to pick up his things.

Sam chocked out a sob. He ahd to get his shit together. He had to think straight.

Dean was breaking up with him.

That was nothing he was supposed to think about right now.

Dean didn't want him – because he hadn't the same persuasion.

The hate and anger …

The omega swallowed a sob and closed his eyes for a moment.

Dean'd come back. He'd come to pick his things up and leave Sam behind. That was what he was going to do.

Sam wouldn't survive that. He wouldn't survive the expression on his mate's face. He wouldn't be able to bear feeling Dean that close to him. He couldn't look him in the eyes. Couldn't possibly stand his scent or the fact that his mate was rejecting him.

He couldn't.

There was only one way to avoid coming into that situation and having to face Dean again. Because Dean had sounded determined. And utterly confident of what he had been saying.

Dean meant what he had said. There was no doubt.

At least for Sam.

So he gave himself another couple of calming breaths before he dared to open his red-rimmed eyes again. It actually hurt about even thinking about leaving …

But he had to … he knew. Dean had said it himself. If Orpheus was one of the bad … creatures … Sam'd get him and Bobby and the others in danger. He'd get them killed.

That's why he had been taking suppressants.

That's why he had been staying alone.

Because he knew he'd mess every kind of relationship up. This way or another he'd do. And now he understood why his former self had wanted to forget, to start something new. The Sam from back in the day had wanted to relearn to trust others, to find confidence in his emotions without being disappointed.

And he didn't want to get them killed. - Not because he based his trust into that creature on a mountain of feelings. So he wouldn't be able to ask Bobby if he'd be allowed to stay there for a couple of days either. - Not even until he'd get something on his own.

Besides, Dean'd be there … and then again … if Dean'd tell Bobby about this … about what Sam had told him, what he thought and felt, then the old hunter would kick him out too. Not to mention John Winchester, who was still there too.

The eldest Winchester only waiting for Sam to fail. For Dean to realize that it was a mistake to take Sam in. To trust him. To even think about keeping him. Even when fate had planned for the both of them to stay together, to be mates, that didn't mean that they had to follow its course. It didn't mean anything.

If the both of them hadn't have sex so far, breaking their bond wasn't that difficult. Okay, it wasn't possible to really break it, there'd always be some sort of connection between the both of them, but it was the closest to breaking up they'd get to do.

And now here they were.

John Winchester had been right, hadn't he?

So yes. Maybe leaving the one person he loved most would save this person's life …

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean was so pissed. He hadn't even had words for it.

How could that omega DARE to … to act that way. To disagree with him. His mate. His alpha. Then again, weeren't omega's supposed to be more … patient. More obedient? Who the hell had put this kind of myths into the world? Sam didn't obey. He was stuborn. He didn't listen to what Dean was saying. NOPE.

Okay, omegas did have their own mind, like any other person on this world. Of course. But they were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be the clever ones, wheren't they?

Not so Sam. Of course not. Because he wasn't like the others. He HAD to be different. Right? He had to have his own mind and put himself on the creatures side. Because YES, in toubt for the accused.

What bullshit, wasn't it?

Dean pushed the accelerator down, in hope to find a damn roadhouse or another kind of bar, where he could get drunk – or properly laid. Because all he needed was a good fuck. All those months putting that much energy and encouragement into another person … just so Sam'd obey? Wouldn't even LISTEN to what he was telling him?

Maybe the scen tof someone else on him would set Sam's head straight again. Maybe showing him that he could have anyone else would make the omega more pliant. More understanding.

Then again.

He didn't want anyone else. He wanted Sam. And he wanted Sam to understand how dangerous this was. How he could possibly bring himself into immediate danger by trying and trusting that devil's spawn.

(Not that this would make any sense at all. - But that's just how Winchesters were ticking. Because they could be real dickheads and pricks and total assholes at times.)

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his eyebrows pulled together.

It took him an hour before there showed up some biker-bar at the side of the road. Most of his anger was gone by then anyway, and he was rather over-thinking what he had spat at Sam. Calling his ass sorry, and practically telling him that he was supposed to be thankful. To fall to his knees and kiss Dean's boots for saving him. For owing him.

Sure those things were said because he had been angry. What bothered him ore was, that he had meant it back then.

And then telling Sam that he should go, despite the fact that Dean knew that Sam had nowhere to go. That he had no choice but to stay. Leaving him behind and thinking that Dean was really breaking up with him …

Oh god, he was such an ass at times, wasn't he? He had pressured Sam into agreeing with him. That was something he should never do nor try with someone he loved, was it?

Instead of giving into that long-trained hate against all creatures and monsters, he might should consider that there was something true about what Sam had been telling him.

Deep down he knew that.

Deep down he knew that he had fucked up. That he'd may or may not had to fall on his knees before Sam and beg him to forgive him (not literally of course, because no Winchester was begging – ever).

He had let himself being carried away … into a very bad direction.

Dean janked the steering wheel around and reversed on the biker-bar's parking lot, getting Baby back on the opposite lane of the road.

… to be continued