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Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 12 ~ Sun's Goin' Down

Dean sat down at the kitchen table and gestured towards the seat opposite him while he held his gaze on Garth. The scrawny alpha sat down with a sigh and laid his briefcase on the table from where he extracted a file.

He handed it to Dean who took it with a short nod. "What's that?"

"Samuel T. Harvelle's past." Garth sighed. "I found quite a bit until he hit the age of sixteen. That was when his parents died in a house fire." The scrawny guy leaned back, his big gray-blue eyes open wide. "Then he just ... vanished."

"He did what?" Dean's eyes narrowed at the file.

"Looks like he was a hunter, Dean." Garth pursed his lips. "Made himself quite a name in the scene."

"How come I didn't ever come across him then? Besides ..." He huffed out a not humorous laugh. "... He doesn't look like a hunter, buddy. Ever had a look at him? I sure as hell would've heard of a hunting omega, don't you think?"

Garth shrugged, a mischievous grin on his lips. "He didn't go by his real name and even lesser with his gender. Guess he wanted to avoid just that." The little guy cocked an eyebrow at his friend as he waved towards him.

"Aw, shut up, Garth," Dean grumbled and flipped the file open. "How come Jody didn't find out anything about it?"

"Cause he managed to generate a pretty good false identity for himself - Even Ash didn't manage to figure it out yet. Jody could only find what Sam – over there – "Garth waved towards the living room. "Wanted the orderlies to find in case something happened or someone would miss him. OR he'd pop up in a hospital badly wounded." He gestured towards the file again. "And for the hunting omega part: You might've heard about suppressants? Red little pills? He hadn't been seen at the Roadhouse either – nor in any other hunter's safe house so far. But they were whispering about a shadow. Sometimes hunters would head somewhere for a haunt or werewolf or something and when they arrived it was already done and wrapped up? How come that some hunters got saved by some mysterious tall figure in the dark before they got ripped to shreds or mauled on?"

"Sure I heard about that. Happened to me once or twice too. The coven in Idaho and ... I guess there was that Wendigo-thing in North Dakota. They were gone before I got there." Dean started to think a bit harder. Of course he had heard about a shadow (how he had heard other hunters call the giant nobody who used to beat them in fighting the evil). But that guy over in the living room?

Sam looked freaking broken and weak and ... not like he was a killer at all. A giant softy at best, fighting by smothering someone to death ... That's what he was. Just. Not. A. Killer.

"Why would you think that?" Of course he had to ask even when it didn't sound believable at all. Garth was someone to interpret stuff into stuff which he turned into a soft fluffy cotton-ball so it'd sound mysterious and cool. Who didn't want some good power – a superhero – to be out there? Making the unbelievable believable.

"Because." The younger man's face lit up with excitement. "When Samuel T. Harvelle vanished, the shadow vanished too. No reports from others of the network that a monster got snatched away before they arrived. Not a single haunting solved." He rose his hands, gesturing around with them wildly. "It has to be him, Dean. Sam's our shadow." He beamed at the hunter as if he was explaining the solution for why the earth was spinning around itself and the sun and why it existed at all.

"Garth," Dean huffed and rolled his eyes. "There's no shadow-hunter and there never was one."

"I'm tellin' you that he is." For Garth this guy was something like proving that there were aliens out there somewhere. Like he had found the evidence that Elvis Presley was still alive and had caught him on film.

"No one ever saw that guy. He's an urban legend among our folks." He didn't believe it at all. That was just too ... crazy. An omega taking suppressants to not be smelled at all? No one could tell what he was and that would make people think that he was an omega taking suppressants. But then again ... If he used a whole lot of cologne or perfume everyone would think he's a scent-junky or something.

Dean cocked an eyebrow at the man and gazed at him in disbelief. He then laid the file back on the table and closed it.

"The file's full of your so-called evidences that Sam – my Sam – is the shadow?" Of course, because even when Garth was quite a chaotic mess sometimes, he was very precise and careful with his obsessions. Such as The Shadow (how Garth had named him).

The shorter man nodded furiously, still beaming at Dean like a kid on Christmas.

"You won't tell Sam about your assumptions, understand?" It was a warning. "He's in no condition to even think about stuff like that at the moment. You understand?" Dean just didn't want a crazy fan-boy cornering the omega. Garth's looks would creep Sam out enough anyway.

Garth nodded furiously. "You're gonna have a look at them, right?" It seemed to be like Christmas for him though, so Dean couldn't say no. He wouldn't. And he knew he'd regret it later on, but he'd have a look at the alpha's collection of weirdness – just for his and the other man's peace.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

The two sat in the kitchen for quite some time. Dean listened to the other alpha's explanations rather annoyed, glancing towards the living room every now and then.

Dean sensed it before he heard a muffled "Dean." It felt like a call, a pull in his gut and chest.

He was up on his feet from where he had been sitting opposite of Garth in a second and on his way into the living room.

"Sammy?" His gaze immediately darted towards the couch and the utterly distressed scent that took him over right when he came closer to it.

"D'n?" He sounded as awful as he looked.

He was beside the omega in a second and kneeled down, searching his pulse and counting it down. It was strong and though a bit too fast still. "How're you feelin'?" He smiled down at him, his hand finding its way on Sam's cheek.

"Don't feel so good," Sam murmured, hazy dazed half-open eyes darting towards him. "Dizzy."

"You hurtin' somewhere?" he watched the omega like a hawk. "Your head? Back?"

Sam nodded. "Did I hurt you?" he murmured, only half awake.

Dean chuckled and shook his head, holding Sam's gaze. "Nah. You can't hurt batman, can you?"

A small tired smile tugged on the omega's lips. "You're not batman. You're batman's trusty sidekick." Now he smirked and wiggled his left eyebrow.

The alpha's smile widened and turned into a cocky smirk. "I am batman." He leaned in closer, making them share their breaths. Their noses barely touched, when Dean cupped the omega's face in his hands tenderly. "And you're something like ... like ... cat-woman or something ... All lanky and – well, you don't have boobs. No tail. You can't jump from the fifth story without breaking ya' bones," he babbled whispering against Sam's lips. "But you're my boy, Sammy."

Their lips were brushing against each others while he added those few last words. "You're probably everything I've ever wanted without knowing though. And you scared the living shit out of me back then. Just fainting like that ..."

Maybe it wasn't quite the right place, or the right time, but he felt like he had to say it now or he wouldn't ever do it. And then he sealed his lips over Sam's tender ones.

Dean's tongue darted out slightly, trailing it along Sam's lower one, asking for permission. And without hesitation, Sam opened up to him. Let him in. All tangy pheromones and sweet jasmine. The soft scent of the flowers filling the room even when there weren't any.

It was all Sam's.

Only Sam. No one else but the omega and his alpha for a very long moment. It felt like time stood still while they shared gentle kisses.

When they broke apart, it was like the world started to spin again in slow motion until their bodies caught up with it again, finding themselves in the real world.

Dean grunted when he sat back on his heels, one hand staying on Sam's cheek. He gasped and bit back a wince, when the muscles of his back protested. When he'd take a shower tonight he'd probably see vivid bruises all along his left side where he had hit the floor.

"You're hurt," Sam murmured worriedly. His hand came up and he brushed with his knuckles along Dean's stubbed jaw. "I ... I didn't want to ..." Sam cast his look away in shame. Dean had gotten hurt because of him. Only of him. "I'm sorry," he breathed.

"It's fine. Only a couple of bruises." Dean gave him a reassuring smile. It hurt to see that kind of hurt on Sam's face. The guilt. Sam's eyes shone with unshed tears. "Sammy," Dean sighed. "I won't lie to you, okay? I've had worse. Trust me."

The omega gestured towards Dean's leg.

"No. Not worse than my old bones." He gave him a wink and a cocky grin. "Nothing my pills can't deal with, okay?"

Sam nodded, still not looking him in the eyes.

"So. First - I want you to sit up and get your blood going again. Then you'll get a strong coffee and breakfast. And THEN well ... we've a visitor." He nodded towards the kitchen. "You're up for it?"

Sam sucked in a sharp breath. "The counselor," he murmured flabbergasted "I forgot." He swallowed hard, staring at Dean in shock. "How ... how long? When did he come ... I" He started to struggle with the blanket but Dean stopped him by helping him sit up but wouldn't let him get to his feet. Yet.

"It's fine, Sammy. I know him." He smirked. "He's ... Garth's a hunter himself. It's fine."

"But ... HOW?" Sam's eyebrows furrowed and pulled together. "Did you ..."

"No. We didn't call him. I'll explain it all later, okay? First you're gonna drink and eat or I'll force-feed it to you."

Sam nodded again, his heart racing in his chest. Of course there was another scent lingering on Dean's clothes besides the musk and old wood and oil and metal. Of course there was a hint of something more ... lighter. A salty tang.

"Another alpha?" he asked looking up at Dean with wide eyes, a hint of panic on his features.

"Yeah, another alpha," he answered right away, not shying away though he sensed the omega's fear. "There's no need to worry. He's harmless. Really." He stole a kiss from Sam's lips as he rose. "I know him. He's like you and me, Sammy."

The omega didn't believe him completely though. There was always something weird about meeting new people – about being close to them. Like in the same room for example. Or even the same house.

His eyes moved restlessly up and down over Dean, swallowing hard, reaching for his wrist to hold him back. "Please." Sam's voice was weak. His stomach cramped achingly at that.

"It's okay, Sammy," he tried to reassure him. "You'll see, okay?"

Sam's gaze flickered towards the hall and then back at Dean. "You won't leave me alone with him. Right? You'll be here. Right?"

Sure, Sam was pretty nervous and upset, about certain things. Generally about new things. But seeing him that scared? That was different. Sam had never looked that scared since he was with Dean.

"Of course I will." He smiled sympathetically at him. "I won't leave you alone with him, okay? I won't let him get near you." Dean felt ridiculous about it, since he knew the small scrawny guy next door like a brother. That guy couldn't kill a fly. Well, as long as it was non monster-fly.

It was like talking about a cute puppy without teeth biting someone. Though, he could understand Sam's worries. He didn't know the man yet. And Alpha usually meant big, muscled guy. Maybe even bigger than Sam himself. Definitely someone with way more strength that Sam had at the moment.

All the people he had met so far until they had found him in the woods hadn't been very nice towards him anyway.

"You gonna be okay for two minutes or so?" Dean figured, the calmer he stayed, the calmer Sam would stay.

Sam gave him a nervous smile and nodded, as he let Dean's wrist go.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Ten minutes later, the alpha came back, drawing the salty stench of the other one with him into the room. Sam's gaze snapped up towards the arriving familiar form, wearing a pleased smile on his face and a plate with food in his left hand and a cup of coffee in his right one.

He sat the things down onto the table and sat down beside Sam, biting back another wince as the bruised skin of his back made contact with the backrest. Well, it came out as a choked gasp anyway.

Sam leaned up against Dean's side.

What wasn't quite what Dean wanted though. Sure cuddling was nice and having Sam so close was even nicer, but he actually wanted something else more at the moment.

"C'mon. You go and eat, baby," he nudged him with his knee and straightened up.

Sam sighed. He knew there was no way around, besides he truly felt hungry. So he sat up, his head spinning a bit as he had to change his position to inch forward on the couch and reach for the plate. He grasped for it and grabbed it with shaky fingers to put it on his lap.

There was a heap of scrambled eggs, five stripes of bacon, two pancakes, two sausages and three slices of fresh toast. Well, and a fork.

Sam gave Dean a quizzical look.

"You go and eat." Dean smiled at him warmly.

His stomach made an interested gurgling noise. "Yeah, think I will."

Dean watched the omega eat piece by piece, taking small sips of coffee in between. Sam ate slowly and chewed well, moaning every now and then at the delicious taste of the food in his lap. When he had emptied the coffee, Dean went straight to get him another one with a second spoon full of sugar.

Sam washed down the last few reminders of food with it when he was done with the plate.

He burped and leaned back with a content sigh. "That was awesome."

Dean beamed at him proudly. "Yeah," it was barely a whisper over damp lips. "You think it's okay if I get Garth?"

Sam's face fell and his emotions seemed to shift and crawl towards a way darker place. He only nodded once and wouldn't look up at Dean.

"You'll see. It'll be fine." Dean winked at him and leaned in, placing a tender kiss to his cheek. "Okay?"

Sam stole a glance at him and shook his head, letting long bangs hide the scar on his face.

"Sammy. Okay?" he asked again, cradling the omega's face in his hands and made him look up. "He's harmless. I promise. I need to hear you sayin' it."

"Yeah," Sam murmured. "It's okay." and offered a nervous smile.

Dean stole another soft kiss from Sam. He let go of Sam's face. "I promise, Sam, okay? You'll be just fine. WE'll be fine."

Sam nodded again. "Sure."

Dean watched the omega some more, but decided that it'd be better if he would get to know Garth rather sooner than later. The sooner Sam'd see that Garth was no threat, the sooner he'd learn that no one of Dean's friends would hurt him deliberately. That he was safe and that each and every one of them would protect him as it was needed.

"Garth!" Dean called out. "You can come in!"

His voice was like thunder in the silence and made Sam flinch and inch closer towards him.

Not a second later, a short scrawny guy came around the corner, kind of a light swing in his movements showing how excited he was to meet the omega.

"Hey there, dude." Garth grinned broadly, his blue-gray eyes lighting up. He chuckled.

Sam squinted up at him, taking him in from tip to toe. His nose told him that this had to be an alpha, but by the looks of it he looked like an omega. Rather a beta. He stared up at the man, as he extended his hand towards Sam.

He gazed up at the alpha, studying his features before he looked at the hand. It was small in comparison to his own. So much smaller.

Hesitantly, he reached for it and took it carefully.

Garth's smile grew wider and he squeezed Sam's hand enthusiastically, despite the fact that Sam was about to withdraw his again.

Dean cleared his throat. And Garth let go. Eventually.

The small man sat down at the table and sighed happily. "So ..." He patted his own thighs and drew in a deep breath.

Sam kept on eyeing him.

"... I'm a friend," he said, still smiling broadly. "And ... I ... You're huge!" He chuckled again, this tome sounding more nervous.

The omega's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Dean as if he'd be able to explain why the hell this man seemed so ... off his rocker about meeting him.

Dean just shrugged and when Sam looked back at Garth, he gave the shorter man a meaningful glare. Garth seemed to get the message, though he was still looking at the omega as if he was the cookie jar in mom's kitchen.

"Thanks?" Sam's eyebrows were risen. "And you ... you're ... short." He didn't quite know what to say, but he knew he had to say something. "But ... you seem to be nice," he corrected himself eagerly.

Garth didn't even seem to notice the rather uneasy retort and waved at him. "So ... I need to send them a report about you and how you are doing. So ... You look good, Sam." He beamed at him.

Sam smiled a bit. "Yeah. Bobby and Dean're real nice."

"Have you gone outside of the Salvage yet?"

Sam shook his head. He wasn't eager to leave Bobby's property anyway. "No."

"No problem. I'll tell them you're going out on a regular basis. Gettin' groceries and stuff. You've gained weight?"

Sam looked up at Dean quizzically, asking him if that was even important.

Garth caught up on his confusion. "Amelia wrote into her report that you're underweight. That's why I have to report about it too. So I take it, yes?"

Dean gave him a sharp nod. "Yeah. He did. Though not a lot."

"You're a hunter too?" Sam blinked at him and Garth nodded.

"Yeah. I'm kind of. I took your case. Figured it'd be better you've got me instead of some other douche-bag. I know how they're working and ... well ... You don't look that good to be honest, so they'd assume you don't do well and ... other things. I've had a look into your files and everything and I figured – since I know Bobby and Dean – that'd be better you've got me here in case someone's still after you." He smiled, though a bit more confident now. "Right?"

Dean nodded. "Right."

Sam's eyes widened. "Dean. - There's someone upstairs to have an eye on the van?" There was a hint of panic to his voice.

Dean shook his head. "No." He put a reassuring hand on the younger man's shoulder. "But we've Jo and Joshua out there having an eye on her. They're not gonna leave her out of their watch until tonight."

Sam eyed the alpha carefully, trying to read in between the lines. "You're not goin' right?" Sam swallowed. "You're not up for it."

Dean huffed out a dry laugh. "Nah. I'm stayin' here with you. Bobby won't let me go with and I guess he's right. I feel kinda sore." It wasn't him to admit stuff like that a lot. And though he was kind of glad that he was sore. Without the Vicodin it'd be a lot worse though than just feeling sore.

"You're going to ... you know ... question her?" Sam blinked at him, then at the other alpha.

"We need some more answers and if she knows something. Anything. We've to know." His voice was soft, reassuring. "So ... when we take her back here, Garth's goin' to take you back to my house, okay?"

Sam gazed at him confused. "Why not you?"

"Because I've to be there, okay?" Dean looked at him intently, wanting him to understand how important this was for him.

"But there's Bobby ... and there'll be the sheriff ..." Sam's heartrate sped up, his breaths became faster. Just because the others trusted Garth didn't mean that he had to. And it definitely didn't mean that he would like to have the scrawny guy's company.

"Yeah. But ... there are some things you don't know about me, Sam. And that. That's something I can do way better than Bobby or the others ..."

"You mean torture?" Sam wasn't stupid. "You're not going to kill her before she told you things, right?" Sam looked at him, his eyes shining a bit. "That's why you don't want me around?"

"Yeah." Dean looked serious. He knew how very wrong it had to sound to someone else. Torture. Hurting someone deliberately. Even when it was a monster. He saw it in Sam's eyes. All over his face.

Now he felt weirdly bad.

Sam swallowed hard and nodded as he looked aside. He didn't need to understand, the omega told himself.

"I don't want it near you. So ... Garth's gonna take you back to our house where you're safe."

"Where I won't hear her scream." Sam murmured.

"I'm not that bad of a company," Garth spoke up. "We'd get to know each other a bit better. We can watch TV or something."

"You are going to torture someone ..." Sam huffed out a breath. "Dean. I told you that I don't know her. That she may not even have been with the nest." He looked up at him with big eyes.

"You only knew five of them – including Savanger." He gave him a pointing look in return. "She could be one of them. We need to know, Sam. It's important. We need to know why they abducted people. And why they took you."

"Without killing me instantly you mean?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded.

There was a beat of tense silence.

Garth looked more uncomfortable with every passing second.

"Okay. I'll go with Garth," Sam murmured, his look cast into his lap. "But I'd rather you didn't make her." He gave him a look. "It's not her fault she ended up as a vampire. Maybe there's some kind of cure ... something we can do to change her back?" Hopeful big eyes gazed at him, thrilling into him. Nailing him right where he sat. "She'd be human again ... She would tell us."

Dean bit his lower lip, thinking. He didn't know about a cure. Hell, he had never thought about a cure either. If there was one, it wasn't something any hunter was practicing. "Sam ... there's no cure for that." He gazed at him pitifully.

"What if no one found it yet? What if ..." Sam thought. A migraine started to flare up again as he thought. He didn't know why ... or how ... but he had the feeling that there was more about curing monsters. He just knew it. "I don't know ... it's like I ..." He touched his left temple with his pointing-finger. The more he tried to catch the trail of thoughts that let him ASSUME that he had to know something about that stuff, the more it increased.

Sam sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

"Sammy?" The syllables were dripping with concern.

"I know, Dean. I KNOW," he ground out.

"What do you know?" the alpha asked. "What is it?"

Dean was suddenly there, right up beside him, kneeling on the couch.

"I fuckin' know." Sam gasped, clutching his head, fisting his hair tightly as the ache increased.

The alpha curled his hands over Sam's. He withstood his first impulse to yell at Sam, make him snap out of it.

Instead he bowed down, brought his lips close to Sam's ear so that he had to feel his warm breath against his skin.

"Baby," he whispered. Only hearable for the omega. "Stop it, Sammy. Whatever you're doing. Stop it." His voice was calm and gentle despite his racing heart and raw nerves. "Shshsh ... stop it ... I'm here, okay? Whatever it is. Whatever you try to do in that giant brain of yours - Stop it." Dean closed his eyes, breathing warmly into Sam's ear, making him feel, making him listen.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. He could hear his alpha talking. He could hear and feel him so close. His scent everywhere. Pulling him back from the edge of losing consciousness, of trying to get to the wellspring behind that particular glimpse of a thought. Of healing a vampire.

Sam gasped. "Dean," he whimpered, his breaths coming out in short hacked gasps.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm here, baby boy." Dean continued reassuringly. "Deep breaths - Just deep breaths, Sam. In and out ... in ... and out."

The omega eased the grip on his hair and head until he let go. Eventually he took Dean's hands in his, holding them to his head. Dean buried his fingers in the omega's hair, moving his lips up to the man's temple.

Sam's breaths slowed down gradually.

"That's it, baby boy." Dean's voice was low, husky.

Eventually, Sam's breaths calmed down.

Dean gathered him in his arms and held him close to his chest, rocking him slowly. "You wanna tell me what that was about?" He kissed the top of Sam's head.

Sam pulled his legs up and pressed them against his chest tightly as he curled up into Dean's side. He exhaled shakily before he answered. "Tried to remember it. I know. I know I should know."

Dean sighed. "What did you try to remember?"

The omega made a desperate sound in the back of his throat. "I don't know... There is something... Something I know I need to remember. And I can't."

Well, at least he had a full-blown headache now and the stomach-cramps were back too. Though, if Sam would take time to feel it better, to think about it properly, he wouldn't call it stomach-cramps. Because it didn't really hurt. It was more uncomfortable ... and shifting ... and just weird.

Dean sighed again. "Don't push it, Sammy." He looked up at Garth, who sat mortified on the coffee table and watched the both of them with wide eyes. "You mind gettin' us Tylenol from the kitchen and a glass of water?"

The scrawny alpha nodded and rose instantly. "Sure thing. Anything else?"

Dean thought for a moment and shook his head then. "Nah, it's fine. - Just Tylenol and water."

Garth came back about five minutes later. As ordered he had a pill bottle and a glass of water in his hands, which he handed Dean.

Dean made Sam take the pills and drink the water.

The scrawny alpha didn't sit down again. Besides, he looked a bit more uncomfortable now.

Dean noticed.

"Look, Garth. Why don't you call Bobby and let him know that you're here, huh?" He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Garth nodded. "Sure thing. I'll be in the kitchen then ..." he murmured and took off, leaving the them to themselves. He kind of looked relieved, so Dean figured he didn't have to feel bad to send him out.

Sam nuzzled into the alpha's chest, soaking in the warmth radiating from him. Drawing in deep breaths of his comforting scent. Dean carved with his hand through the mop of hair soothingly and leaned back, taking Sam with him.

"What makes you think that there's a cure for vamps?" Sure the ex-hunter was curious. What else should he be? Specially after Garth stopping by and telling him about his ridiculous theory about Sam being the shadow. Well – at least a hunter. At some point the alpha was right, given the fact that the omega had kind of vanished after his parents had died and that he had another identity.

Maybe he had only been some kind of tipster or host for hunters.

There were a lot of them out there actually, so it wasn't an impossible thing at all ...

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

They had lunch pretty late afternoon. Together. Sam. Dean. Garth.

A while later, Bobby came and after that, Ellen and Sheriff Mills. Sam sat among them while they were talking about how to get the drop on the vamp without it smelling them. Without giving themselves away.

They cleared the hallway and living room afterwards and set everything up. By seven p.m. they had everything arranged and were ready to go get the monster captured.

Sam and Dean were waiting in the kitchen, while the others went out, armed to the teeth with machetes and arrows covered in dead man's blood. The omega watched them leave worriedly and sipped at his coffee.

"Sammy." Dean reached across the table and took Sam's hand. "It's gonna be fine, okay?" He smiled at him warmly. "Lets get back to our house, huh?"

Sam nodded and put the mug down on the table. "Yeah, let's go." His lips were damp with the gold-brown liquid. He was glad that they decided that he wouldn't have to go with Garth. Well, he was going to be with Garth, but not right away. Garth'd come to their house and then Dean would leave.

It actually didn't sound a lot better, but it kinda felt like it though.

They moved over to Dean's house and got settled in the living room. It was quite cold back there since they had spent the last night and today at Bobby's, so Dean got the comforter and blanket from his room and brought them into the living room.

"Here we go," he whispered as he nudged Sam's legs up on the couch and gestured him to lay down on it.

The ex-hunter sat down at the edge of it, right beside Sam's hip and laid his hand on the omega's hip, rubbing with his thumb small circles into it. "You feelin' okay?", he asked, knowing that Sam felt uncomfortable about what was going to happen. He could feel it. He didn't want someone to be tortured and killed. Sam didn't seem to like any of this.

But some things had to be done. They needed to get to know about all of this. There was no way around.

"Yeah." Sam gave him a weak smile.

"Liar," Dean said with a soft smile.

"Why ... why can't you just ... I don't know." He sighed heavily and shook his head. "Keep her. Wait a bit longer. I'll do research. I'll find a cure if there's one. I'm sure. She doesn't have to die or something ..."

Dean sighed too and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that there wasn't a cure. He'd know if there were. He understood why Sam wouldn't want him to torture and kill someone. He could understand. But sometimes there were things that needed to be done. No matter how hard it was ...

They didn't talk any more about it then.

Sam settled in on the couch and Dean made fire in the fireplace. He made burgers then, serving one to the omega with a side of french fries. He himself didn't feel like eating at all. Sam didn't seem to either, but the alpha insisted.

It was very calm. A bit too calm.

Dean wished he could turn on the TV, but then he might miss something from the outside, so he wouldn't touch the remote control.

Though, when a knock at their door was heard and both men perked up, Dean moved over to the front door and opened it.

What he saw wasn't what he had been expecting at all.

There was Garth. Covered in blood and an angry gash on his left cheek. His hand shaking with emotions and his lips quivering.

"It wasn't a vampire, Dean," he murmured right before the eyes rolled back into his skull and the scrawny alpha collapsed forward ...

... to be continued