Fields Of Jasmine
Chapter 35 ~ This is slow-going …
Dean laid down beside Sam on his left side and caught the omega's dazed gaze.
"You shouldn't be talking to your dad like that." Sam's voice was soft and a bit roughed up.
"He fucked up.", Dean said calmly and cupped his mate's left cheek in his hand. He was running a fever. Though a low one, but still …
"We're all fucked up. - But he's your dad. He's the last parent you've left."
"Family doesn't mean blood and blood sure as hell doesn't mean family, Sammy."
"You told him about what I said to you … back at that motel. - You really think that it's like that? That Orpheus's on our side?"
Sam had heard them, had listened to them.
Dean sighed and shrugged. "I don't know. And – to be honest – it's hard to believe for me." But registering how John reacted to what Dean had told him, had reminded him of himself. And he had sworn to himself that he'd never become like his father. The guy who lived for the gig. For the hunt. And not for his family entirely. "But I'm considering it to be true."
So, maybe, Dean considered Sam's idea because John didn't. Either way, it was cool. That was this feely-touchy thing in which Dean wasn't all that good. Most of all he hated to think about himself and his motivations.
That shit was something for shrinks.
He'd stick with the common explanations.
"You think John's gonna tell Bobby?" Sure Sam was a bit scared that he'd tell the grizzled man and that Bobby may would kick him out.
"Bobby's gonna listen. He's gonna ask his own questions. And he's going to picture it for himself. He ain't gonna kick you out or something. He didn't before and he won't now." Dean traced with his thump along Sam's cheekbone.
Dean sighed and shook his head. You gotta drink."
Sam gave him a short nod and drank from the water Dean offered to him. Sam handed his alpha the glass back.
"I hate the cramps."
"I know. - You want some Tylenol?"
Sam shook his head and sighed.
The alpha nodded pensively. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Dean wanted to stay here with Sam. He wanted to cuddle and snuggle the living shit out of his omega, just so he'd may feel better.
But he wasn't sure how Sam'd take it. If he even wanted this.
After all he's been acting like a total dick. And he still felt like the worst scum for acting on it. After a few moments of some more debating with himself, Dean rolled onto his back to get out of the bed again, but felt a huge palm curl around his wrist to hold him back.
"Stay?", it sounded fragile and vulnerable and so much like the Sam he'd been before Missouri had brought back his memories.
Huge hazel-green eyes looked deep into his green ones. "You … you want me to stay?"
Sam's lips quirked up at the left corner. It was the closest to a smile Sam could actually muster. "I want you to stay."
Dean hid the blinding smile of his soul behind a mask of decent happiness. He crawled under the covers and inched closer, until Sam's front was flush against his. He tugged Sam's head under his chin and buried his fingers in the omega's soft hair.
He'd been lying if he claimed that the scent Sam was giving from him, wasn't intoxicating. It was even worse. Like poison dazing his mind and infiltrating his very nerves.
It took Sam a moment, but he eventually snug his arm around Dean's waist. "You won't hurt him before we know, right?"
There was a beat of absolute silence.
Dean sighed again. "Promise."
Sam smiled into his mate's chest and rubbed his nose into Dean's shirt. "Swear.", he demanded.
"I swear.", Dean murmured. His head felt heavy and fuzzy still. His muscles ached.
"On pie?", Sam knew he was being stupid. But he couldn't help it.
"On the Impala, Sammy.", Dean murmured, already half asleep.
That much had to be said: No alpha ever fell asleep at his omega's side while in heat. Ever.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Sam didn't sleep.
He felt exhausted and miserable and tired. But he didn't sleep. He couldn't.
He was thinking about – what Dean had called the parasite and he was thinking about himself and heat and if it wasn't a better idea to take suppressants again.
He hated this. He hated the cramps and he hated to feel as if he was leaking. YES, leaking. Okay, Sam knew it only felt like it and that it wasn't enough to even stain his sweatpants. But it felt like it – a lot. And that was disgusting.
Then there was the headache. No, scratch that. His full-body-ache.
The way he felt like he was cold, but running hot on the inside. He hated the way he sweated and how his clothes stuck to his skin due that.
Sam wished he could crawl out of his skin.
He sighed heavily and sniffed.
Carefully, not to wake his mate, Sam shifted and turned around. Then he turned on his other side again. Short after that, he groaned and shoved the covers off his body.
It was a forth and back, until Sam decided that he have had enough.
He needed a shower. Wherever a cool one or a hot one, or if he'd switch … he didn't care. He only wanted to feel clean again and less filthy.
Starting with his hair, which curled in thick strands of damp cords and stuck to the back of his neck and his forehead.
Ever so slowly, he crawled out of bed, got a fresh set of clothes from the closet and moved into the bathroom, where he turned on the hot water on.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
It didn't take long for Dean Winchester to sense the change. Actually, he didn't need longer than a single minute to register that something was different from when he had fallen asleep. And even if he couldn't possibly tell what, his subconscious mind was reacting to the lack of body-warmth beside him.
When Dean's eyes fluttered open, the first thing he consciously noticed was, that Sam was gone. The second thing was, that the water in the bathroom was running and that there were noises coming from the other room.
"Sammy?", he croaked out, as he rolled onto his back and squinted into the room.
It was dark.
But there was light falling through the gap where the bathroom-door stood ajar and Dean saw a shadow move inside. He heard the rustling of towels and the unmistakable sound of Sam pulling the shower-curtain back.
The alpha debated with himself wherever he was allowed to follow Sam inside or rather not. Maybe the omega wasn't in the mood to have company while showering.
After all it hadn't been that long since their fight and Sam was in heat. Somehow, Dean didn't like that word at all. Animals had heats. Humans not so much. At least since he was with Sam. It was only a colloquial thing to call it that.
Actually it was more like a circle or period only omegas had.
A wave of sweet and heavy jasmine-scented air washed over him and tore him out of his thoughts.
Dean heard bare feet shuffling over tiles and he eyed the bathroom-door even more curiously now.
He also sensed his mate's discomfort and that he felt filthy … and disgusting.
That was something, Dean Winchester didn't like, nor would he let Sam do this to himself. Being an omega wasn't something bad. It was special. Sam was special. He was rare. He was everything an alpha could ever want.
Yeah, Dean knew he hadn't thought like that before. But Sam had changed that. He and the fact that he was the ex hunter's mate.
It had changed a lot for Dean.
Yeah, he may felt a bit distant towards other omegas, and he may not trusted them, but he trusted Sam. Because Sam was Sam and that omega was so different from the others. Not just because of his background.
Dean plucked up all his courage and hopped out of bed. Gladly, he had taken his Vicodin before, so he wouldn't regret his sudden movement. Once, he had an extra set of towels and fresh sweatpants, he snug into the bathroom, where he laid his clothes on top of Sam's.
The shower-curtain was closed and Sam hadn't seemed to have noticed him. Dean didn't intend to let Sam know anyway. Ever so silently, he got undressed.
But then he hesitated for a moment as he reached for the curtain, unsure if it was the right call.
Because it may wasn't.
He'd promised Sam to not do anything he didn't want. And as the Winchester he was, he'd keep his promise. Not even when Sam was in heat.
To be honest: Some alphas were idiots. No matter how precious omegas were, some alphas turned into freaking dick-bags when they came close to an omega in heat.
But Dean Winchester wasn't such a dick-bag. Specially not with Sam.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Sam blew out a breath between his lips and small drops of water got blown from his pink lips. The water was hot and though pleasant. It ran over his forehead, soaked his hair and washed over his face. Cascades of the clear liquid ran down his – now definitely stronger looking – body. There were the hints of muscles and a bit of fat beneath soft skin.
He didn't notice Dean's presence, until he felt the shift in the air and the faint stream of coolness against his back, when the shower curtain got pulled back mere centimeters.
Sam's eyes snapped open and caught a pair of curiously glinting green eyes looking at him questioningly.
The omega told his mate with a single look that it was okay to get in and he made some place for Dean.
The ex hunter entered happily and pulled the curtain behind him closed as soon as he stood inside.
It didn't take another moment for Dean to come closer. He backed up, until there was merely an inch between the both of them left. Sam stood with the back towards him, still in the hot spray of water.
Dean urged him a bit forward though. "You should've told me.", Dean said, a thin layer of wetness covering his skin already.
"It wouldn't change anything, Dean.", Sam murmured and tilted his head back to get some of the hot water directly at his neck.
Dean's gaze wandered down Sam's tall frame and broad shoulders. His gaze landed on the livid bruise, which was already changing into yellow-greenish.
"Yeah. It would. I would've known, Sammy." He backed up and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. "I could've gotten you Tylenol or something. So you'd be able to sleep."
Sam leaned back against the older – but slightly shorter – man and let his eyes fall closed.
"I don't want pain-pills.", he murmured.
"Why not? If it's that bad?"
Sam made a small sound.
He felt Dean's half-hard manhood against his left buttock. A soft sigh fell from Sam's lips. "You know that I want you, right?", Sam spoke up after a few seconds of complete silence between he both of them.
Dean's fingers fluttered over his mate's flat belly. "We've got all the time in the world, Sammy." He nestled into Sam's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "We don't have to rush things."
The omega leaned back into him. "I want you to."
Dean kissed the sensitive spot behind his mate's ear. "No."
"I want to." He pushed back into Dean's crotch, getting his point across just perfectly.
"That're ya' hormones talkin'." He whispered against wet skin.
Sam seemed to ponder that. Silence filling the room, despite the everlasting sound of water hitting skin and tiles.
"I want you to make love to me, Dean. I want you to kiss me. Touch me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to make me yours." It was sincere. It wasn't just something someone said to get laid. It was Sam telling the ex hunter that he was ready for their bound to be sealed.
"We can't. It'd change everything. What if-"
"I won't change my mind. I don't want to break up with you. I want the both of us tied together." Sam intertwined his fingers with Dean's. Then – without forcing him to – he guided Dean's hand further southwards towards his erection.
"Sammy.", he whined. "You don't know what you're doin' to me here ..."
"I don't say we're doing it now. - I just … I want you to know that … that I want to be yours. That … that I'm ready."
Dean thought for a moment, feeling Sam's member in his palm. "You sure?"
Sam hummed and tilted his head to the side in an awkward angle to give his mate a lingering kiss to his jaw.
That was answer enough to the alpha. "I need you to be sure."
The omega gave him another kiss.
"Okay." Dean sighed. He unfolded his fingers from Sam's and laid his hands on his flanks. "Not
now though."
Dean didn't want to bind them when it was during Sam's heat. He thought to know, that hormones had quite some power over an omega and as long as Sam was in his circle he wouldn't do anything like getting into his pants to seal their bond.
On the other hand, Dean also knew that hormones hadn't THAT much power over someone and that they wouldn't intrigue Sam into something like that if he didn't mean it.
Dean didn't doubt that Sam wanted this. He was more questioning if Sam was truly ready for this, or if he was going to hurt his mate in some kind if they'd have their first time now.
First times were important to mates. First times would seal what was between them. It'd make them whole in some kind of way.
And Dean Winchester would not intend to rush things.
Dean pushed gently, and Sam obliged instantly. He took a step forward, so did Dean. The omega laid his hands on the tiles and let his head drop forward, hot water hitting the back of his head, neck and bruises. He felt Dean back up, strong hands skimming carefully along his sides. He felt hot lips press into his skin and the building heat in his lower belly increase.
A low sigh fell from the omega's lips. He made a tiny shuffle forward, so that he could let his forehead rest against the warmed up tiles before him.
He felt his mate back away for a moment and when the other body was back behind his, there was the cool, slick feeling of soaped up hands on his back. Calloused hands rubbed shower gel into his skin tenderly. They wandered to his front, beginning at his chest. Soft palms brushed over his hard buds, electing a gasp from Sam's mouth.
"Relax, baby.", Dean murmured against his mate's skin.
Sam obeyed instantly, like Dean was in control of his nerves and muscles.
"You're so soft.", the alpha praised, his left hand moving lower feeling muscles ripple under soaped up skin. "So soft, sweetheart." He continued to roam the man's body with his hands and mouth.
His left hand wandered down, neglecting the omega's impressive manhood, to reach what lay hidden behind it.
At the first touch of fingertips brushing feather-lightly along parted flesh, Sam gasped and for a moment it looked as if his knees would give out.
But he stood his ground after a moment of weakness, pushing back against Dean's manhood, feeling the hardness slip in between his slightly spread thighs.
"Baby.", Dean groaned, pushing up against his mate's skin. "You're all … tender … and so incredibly sweet.", he murmured in between kisses, his fingers diving in between slick folds, brushing over a hard pearl at their top.
Sam stifled a moan and bit down on his lip – hard – keeping himself silent. He wouldn't allow himself any loud noises or even cries. Hell, Sam had no clue why, 'cause he damn well could cry out at the warm feeling Dean was rousing inside of him. So instead he stuck to those small sweet noises he was making anyway.
Dean continued to massage the small bundle of nerves, not intending to penetrate Sam in any way. He'd get him to come just from that. Hell, and if those noises Sam was making wouldn't reach out to get himself off …
"Don't … don't hold back.", Dean rasped in that husky voice of his. "You don't have to."
Sam's breathy, desperate aroused sounds grew louder, his squirming more. His legs did grow shakier.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. - Let me hear you." Dean groaned at the twitch of pleasure he received at his own encouragement. Another jolt of arousal set the alpha's nerve-ends at edge, when Sam made a low guttural sound which was pretty much the mixture of a moan and a desperate whimper.
Without a second thought, Dean took his member in his free hand and wrapped his fingers around it tightly before he started to pump into his own fist.
Dean felt the exact moment his omega came. The moment, Sam's body tensed and a surprised cry fell from his lips. The very moment, slickness was pouring out of him and his manhood twitched and bulged at the sheer force of the orgasm which ripped through him.
It was just that, what Dean sent over the edge too.
Through the haze of his orgasm, he managed to catch himself before he'd crash Sam in between himself and the wall. Dean panted into Sam's neck, water raining down on his head and running down his face and back, where he had moved under the spray of water. He pulled Sam back against him, moving him back under the warmth of the water.
The thick and heavy scent of his omega lingered in the air.
He gave Sam's hard nub one last gentle flick, before he pulled back.
It took them some more minutes before they were ready to rinse off and finish up in the bathroom.
They decided that they were hungry after another lazy make-out session on their bed. Though, this time Sam insisted on taking the lead.
The omega was on top of his mate, straddling his lap and bowed forward to catch those luscious soft lips in his mouth.
It wasn't like he wouldn't feel the cramps or the slight pounding in his head anymore. He did. But wherever from the distraction or his hormones raging through his blood, Sam didn't care less at the moment.
Sam slid down his mate's naked torso, leaving a trail of kisses and kitten-like licks along his sternum and belly. His big hands rested at Dean's sides until a few seconds ago. Now they were nudging the alpha's sweat-pants and boxer-briefs down.
Dean tilted his hips up, leaving it up to Sam to control the scene. A low long moan rattled from his throat, when his achingly hard erection came free. His jaw dropped open and his eyes slammed shut at the first feel of slick wetness brushing over his manhood.
Not knowing what to do with his hands, the alpha found that ridiculously soft mop of hair. He tangled the fingers of his right hand into them, though not in an act to control Sam's movements.
Dean didn't fist his hair, or made any attempt to do something that'd let on that he was the one in control. Because he wasn't.
It was Sam who was.
And Dean was the one at Sam's mercy.
Sam waited for his mate's hand to form a fist in his hair, to MAKE him in some kind of way. His heart beat faster and louder at the thought of being FORCED, though not in that good kind of way.
Sam closed his eyes and breathed in before his rose lips closed around his mate's erection
"Oh god.", Dean moaned at the feel of wet, hot tightness closing around the crown of his manhood. If that wasn't already enough to make him come … Knowing that it was Sam. His Sam. - That fact alone made the fire in his lower abdomen burn up a nodge.
The ex hunter bit down on his lower lip – hard – keeping himself from bucking up into that wet heat and soft flesh around him. He bit even harder, as he had to withstand the urge to hold onto his mate's scalp and push him down in his haze of arousal
"Sammy.", it was definitely a mixture between a whine and a pretty desperate moan.
This could practically be called the most mind-blowing blow-job ever. The things Sam did with his tongue … with his lips. That was definitely something supernaturally extraterrestrial and couldn't possibly be from this universe.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
one week later …
Both men lay on the bed, half naked and panting, blissed out from their former activities.
Dean lay still on his back, while Sam had himself curled up against his alpha's side, one leg thrown over Dean's. One of the omega's arms rested across Dean's belly and his head was nestled into the crook of his shoulder and neck.
Both men were fixing points wherever on the ceiling or the far wall beside the window.
It was dark outside and still, the soft silvery beams of the moon were illuminating the room softly. Sam shifted and made a small sound.
They didn't talk. No words at all.
Because they didn't have to. They KNEW.
Dean's fingers carved through Sam's thick locks as he rubbed circles into his scalp. Both of them were drifting off into sleep soon after …
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Not even ten miles away from the Salvage, a black furred creature with white eyes strode through the woods. It's restless orbs searched it's surrounding carefully, while it moved ever so silently.
Tried blood was covering the animal's – or rather monster's – left flank.
The being got to an abrupt hold and it blinked, tilted his head to the left side and its ears perked up.
It listened for long seconds, but there was nothing heard that could've been caught by human's ears.
The very next moment it broke into a run and nearly at the same moment, there was a loud pang heard and something thrilled into the ground where the creature had been standing a second before.
It howled as something grazed its left rear and it tripped, though it caught itself before falling.
It took Orthos's child only a minute to get back on track, though it limped slightly.
Again, something was hissing through the air right beside the creature's head, and it kept on running. If anything its pace became a bit faster.
Though, the next hiss stopped, as the projectile tore into the creatures flesh and it went down with a pained whine, sending it straight for the damp ground and down a slope.
~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~
Samuel T. Harvelle gasped awake, his eyes wide with fear and blind panic, as he reached for his chest and fisted the soft material of his hoodie in his sweaty palm. Heavy pants fell from his half-open mouth and he sucked in a shuddering breath, instantly feeling his chest tighten painfully.
… to be continued