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Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 13 ~ Blood Shed, Life's Gone

Dean caught the falling body with his arms and lowered him onto the floor slowly.

"Garth?" he asked as he laid the alpha out on the floor and on his back. Dean instantly started to check the other one over with his hands, felt his pulse and breathing.

The man was out cold. Wounded. But other than that he didn't seem to be in any life-threatening danger.

"Holy shit," Sam gasped as he came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks with wide eyes as he stared down at both men. Eventually – not knowing if it were seconds or minutes – he swallowed hard and ripped his gaze away from them and towards the front door.

"Sam. - I want you to stay with him." The ex-hunter was already about to scoop the man up on his arms. He winced as the weight tore at his sore back and knee. Dean shifted the prone lanky form in his arms and gave Sam a pointing look. "And DON'T go outside, you got me? No matter what you think you hear, you WILL NOT leave the house, understand?"

The omega stared at him and then gazed at the front door, which was still open.

"DON'T even think about it, Sam - I'm serious. I'm a hunter. I know what to do. You're a civilian. There's no discussion about this."

Sam followed them into the living room, where Dean laid the unconscious man on the couch. "He's okay. Might have a concussion and a few scratches. Nothing too bad I guess." The alpha groaned when he straightened up again and looked at Sam. "You don't leave the house, got me?" he repeated. "I'm gonna check on the others."

Dean wouldn't look aside until he got a definite nod from Sam. "Good." He stole a kiss from the omega's lips and then went into his bedroom.

Five minutes later the ex-hunter was dressed in his leather jacket, boots, and armed to the teeth with a machete in each hand.

"You stay inside," Dean emphasized his words and underlined them with a stern stare.

Sam, who sat on the coffee table looked up at him and nodded.

"Your job is to keep an eye on Garth. I'll be back before you even know it, baby." He gave him a smile and his features softened a bit.

Sam's features turned a bit worried. "Take care?" His voice broke. He knew it was serious. He knew that it was dangerous ... Dean going out there, hurt from the fall in the morning, crushed by a giant omega. With a furious monster out there. "Be ... just be careful, okay? Please?" He pulled his eyebrows up, big hazel-eyes looking up at him.

"Sure thing, Sammy." He smiled reassuringly and a bit cocky.

The omega watched Dean leave. He heard the ex-hunter shut the door and locked it dutifully. Sam looked back at Garth, watching him for a long moment before he sighed heavily.

Sam thought for a long time, biting his lip. He could get the hunter cleaned up... maybe get him a bit more comfortable. He could check on his injuries and tend to them. Sam could do a couple of things...

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

So, Sam had cleaned the hunter up. He had removed his shirt and – miraculously – had been able to stitch up the deeper gash on Garth's side. The stitches looked pretty nice – for the fact that it had been the first time he had done such a thing knowingly. First his hands had been shaky and trembling. Sam had no clue what he was doing. But somehow he knew. He let his instincts take over and it was as if his subconscious mind led all the way through it until the last stitch was done and the wound disinfected and patched up.

Maybe he had been a doctor or surgeon. Or he had been a soldier or a paramedic or something...

After that, the omega had put on one of Dean's shirts on the hunter and had covered him with a blanket.

He had washed the dirty water from the bowl down the sink and had put the clothes and towels into the washing machine and had turned it on.

Now he was sitting here, watching Garth as his alpha had told him – anxiously. His gaze flickered towards the front door every now and then and he listened into the silence for any signs of Dean coming back. Of the others coming back.

But so far there were just the normal nightly noises from the outside. More silence to deal with ... He chewed his lower lip nervously.

Just when he told himself "fuck it," and was about to head for his boots and jacket, there were footfalls on the porch and he stopped still in his tracks towards his bedroom.

Then the door opened and a limping, dirty Dean Winchester entered, slamming the door shut behind him. Sam's eyes widened at the sight of dark brown and scarlet on the ex-hunter's hands and jeans and his shirt.

The omega swallowed as he blinked at him shocked.

Dean was obviously in no good mood – the tight lines around his eyes and the firm line of lips were definitely something to go by.

Sam straightened up after a moment and was in a few long strides right in Dean's face, his hands simply everywhere. His head, his neck, his ribs, checking him with tender touches.

"Sammy," Dean breathed, catching his wrists mid-move to stop him. Firm but not brutally. "I'm okay."

Their gazes locked.

It was like Dean could see right into Sam's mind, reading what he was thinking. The sharp stench of fear coming from Sam in waves.

"It's not mine, baby boy.", Dean pulled the omega's hands to his chest and held them there. "Not mine," he emphasized his words.

"It's the others?" of course it worked the other way around too. Sam just knew.

"It wasn't a vampire." Dean's voice broke. "Jo and Joshua are dead. Bobby and Jody are wounded." He blinked tears away.

Sam's gaze flickered towards the front door and made an attempt to pull his hands back, but Dean gripped them firmer.

"They'll be okay - It's mostly Jo's ..." He gestured at his shirt. "Ellen's patching them up right now. Said she could handle it."

Dean smiled a bit, his voice less strained and his eyes a bit warmer than before. He let go of Sam's wrists and laid his hands on Sam's cheeks to pull him into a gentle kiss.

"How's Garth doin'?" he asked when they parted.

"He's still out. Cleaned him up and everything. Didn't wake once." Sam swallowed, tilting his head forward so to rest it against the alpha's forehead. "I think he's okay, though still out cold."

Dean blew out a long breath. "I'll go grab a shower, 'kay?" He still smiled but sounded tired. The hard lines around his eyes started to fade away and morphed into creases of fatigue. "We'll talk tomorrow about the other stuff, 'kay?"

Sam nodded. He could wait. Besides. He didn't' feel pretty good either. Those stomach-cramps would be killing him some day. What had first felt like a worm felt now as if a snake was worming its way through his intestines. A tingling and nervous feeling which let the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Okay." Sam smiled at him, while he brushed over his belly absently, trying to will his guts back to hold still. "What about..." He gestured towards the hunter on the couch.

"You go and try to catch some sleep. I'll check on him after I've had my shower." He smiled tiredly at Sam, rubbing with his thump over his cheekbone. "You're lookin' tired, baby boy." Dean's voice was low, nearly a whisper.

Sam leaned into the touch. "You too. I'm fine. I can stay with Garth. Waiting for him to wake up." Of course he wanted to be useful somehow. After all it wasn't like he would just stand by while the others were doing all the work.

His alpha's face turned serious. "I want you to lie down." It wasn't up for discussion.

"I wanna be useful." Sam didn't know a lot about himself, but one thing was for sure: He wasn't someone who'd give up that easy. Not if he thought that he was capable of helping.

Dean's face softened, his touch tender against Sam's cheek. "You've had a rough day. I want you to go to lie down and get comfortable."

He then shooed the omega towards the bedroom and checked on Garth's vitals before he headed into the shower. When Dean was done and after checking on Sam, who seemed to be fast asleep, he went back into the living room and gathered his first aid kit from under the sink, towels and a bowl.

Of course he had seen that Sam had cleaned the hunter up and had put a shirt on him. But there had to be an angry wound on his side, which needed to get stitched up.

He sat the bowl with water and antiseptic on the table, so he did with the wash clothes and towels. He then pulled the blanket down, carefully and slow and tugged the shirt – his shirt – up, to see a couple of bruises where Garth had crashed into a tree. There was a bandage too. Dean hummed to himself and eased the bandage off to discover a neatly stitched gash.

His eyebrows rose in surprise and wonder, and his gaze flickered towards the omega's bedroom door. Dean put the bandage back in place and scoffed.

"Real nice," he muttered tiredly.

He was just about to pull the blanket back up, when the smaller alpha started to stir and moan in discomfort.

Garth's eyelids opened lazily.

"Dean?" he slurred.

"Easy buddy. You've got a concussion." He patted Garth's shoulder. "You go back to sleep."

Garth obeyed instantly and his eyes fluttered shut again, a soft sigh dying on his lips.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

It was the very next day, when they all found themselves in Dean's house in the living room. Mostly to give Sam surroundings he already knew properly and where he'd have a place to back off if he needed to.

Despite the fact that Sam knew those people, he felt uncomfortable in crowded rooms.

Garth, Bobby and Jody sat on the couch. Sam in the recliner. Ellen had found a place on the coffee-table and Dean was sitting on the arm of the recliner his omega was sitting in.

Ellen's eyes were rimmed red and tracks of tears were littering her face. Neither in the room seemed too happy about the outfall of the past night. No wonder. They were grieving over the loss of dear friends. Epecially Ellen over her daughter. Jo.

"So ... a demon," Dean said darkly. His voice low and strained.

Everyone looked over at him. Sam didn't. He kept on staring into his lap where his fingers were nestling with the seam of his hoodie. They had been talking about last night before – as some kind of warm-up for Sam – the omega supposed. Dean had asked him some questions that were rather uncomfortable and Sam nearly had told him about the thing with Henry's pet. But only nearly.

While Dean was filling him in on things he hadn't known yet, but were somehow important, Sam started to think. Hard.

The thing with those victims – that some of them had been pregnant. That they all ... well ... had been ripped open, as if something had dug out their livers and ... well intestines. OR, something had eaten its way out of their bellies ... Sam had to reach for his stomach, his big hand palming it through the fabric of his shirt.

It hadn't been a lot of Bobby and Dean had told him. But it was enough to make him feel nauseous. And as the THING moved inside his stomach, making itself known, he thought he might be sick. Besides ... it kind of felt like it was growing – now that he had an assumption about what his cramps truly were ... it was definitely growing.

Sam hadn't talked since back then. He had been weirdly calm.

Dean had assumed, that it was because it hit Sam hard, that some those women had been pregnant ... What hadn't been that wrong after all. Even when it hadn't been human babies and even when it weren't "natural" pregnancies.

"What do demons have to do with this?" Jody spoke up, sounding confused. "Thought we were talking about vampires in this case?"

"Well, she kinda was a vampire." Bobby answered gruffly, "A possessed one." he huffed out with a not humorous breath. "WHY? HOW?"

That was the question they all were asking themselves. Why and how would a demon possess a monster? Weren't they all into human meat-suits? Has it ever truly been monsters, or rather demons? Was it even possible to possess a monster?

"Whatever they're planning, Sam was part of it. They're going to need someone else to ... finish this. Whatever they were doing. If they don't get Sam back." Dean looked pensive. "The demon's gonna tell whoever it's working for – that we know ... so ... Either they're gonna try to get a drop on us, or they'll look for someone else but Sam to finish it." He looked up, meeting everyone's gaze, except Sam's who still seemed very interested in the zipper of his hoodie.

The omega's hands were trembling.

"Sammy?" Dean looked down at him, his hand heavy on Sam's shoulder. Dean was waiting for the taller man to spill.

He sighed and looked back into the round. "We were talking abut his visions and ... I've filled him in on the rest. Sam said that maybe ... they were all pregnant and ... that they didn't get ripped apart from whoever monster had them, but that – whatever they were pregnant with – had eaten its way outside." He cleared his throat gingerly. Shuddering at the very thought. "I think they weren't pregnant with human babies. So ..."

"What the hell do you wanna say with that?" Jody's face was contorted in disgust. "That they had ... that they've gotten ... and that – that those babies – weren't human? That they survived ... or ... How do you even call this?"

Bobby's eyes didn't leave Sam throughout the conversation. "Some kind of parasite growing in its host. Eating its way out of the body," he murmured, though loud enough for everyone to hear. "That's gonna give us something else to look into ..." He still eyed Sam skeptically, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows pulled together in a tight line. The grizzled hunter watched Sam pale. He watched him brush absently over his belly. The way he nestled his hoodie ... It was giving everything away. Everything. Bobby's eyes widened for the slightest of moments, his face getting out of control.

"Have heard of some creatures that do that kinda shit ... but none which are controlled by demons," Bobby continued calmly.

Sam's head snapped up and he stared straight into the man's blue-green eyes, pure horror written all over his face. That moment Sam knew that Bobby knew. He didn't know how, but he knew. And as if through a chain reaction, Dean's hand on Sam's shoulder tightened slightly, sensing that something was about to change. That the omega was about to jump up and bolt ...

Even though he sensed it before it could even happen, Dean hadn't any time to react, as he was taken aback from the omega's sudden movement. Sam shot to his feet and was on his way towards the alpha's bathroom the very next moment, locking himself in.

The alpha looked into the round. Everyone seemed helpless for long minutes, except Bobby. The old guy looked as if he knew exactly what was going on ... once again. With that smug though sad expression on his face.

The obvious noise of retching was heard.

Then a pause.

And more retching.

Dean stood in front of the bathroom door now, one hand on the knob, one flat against the door. "Sam. Open up. Please," he said, when there wasn't heard anything for quite a while from the inside. ... let me help.

Outside, he could hear Bobby and the others keep on talking about what and why a demon would benefit from something like that. Specially of that kind of shit anyway. After all those bastards loved to see their victims suffer. Though – this wasn't about the suffering. This had to mean something else. Specially since they knew about Sam's dreams and visions.

Venire tredecim diabolus.

"Don't make me bust the damn door, Sam," he said louder and even more concerned since there was no noise of movement from the inside. He understood why Sam had been off lately. Who wouldn't be bothered – after telling doctors to puncture his brain and making him lose his memory – to get abducted by demon-vamps and to learn that there were others before. Others who were dead. Ripped open from the inside. Choking on their own blood while feeling agonizing pain as some monster was clawing its way out of their insides.

Sam had all rights to be upset and distressed about what was going on.

Dean waited another moment before he spoke again. "Okay ... I'm counting to three." He listened. "One ..." He made a very long pause, holding his breath. "Two ..." He made a step back from the door, his eyes narrowing. The alpha was deadly serious about taking the door down. Tense shoulders and taut muscles brushing against the fabric of his shirt as he made another step backwards.

"It's not locked," came a weak and shuddering voice from the inside, followed by a choked sob.

Dean blinked. Yeah, well, he could've tried to use the door-knob and not just holding it ...

The alpha hesitated then. Sam didn't sound as if he was in pain or something. Sure he sensed hurt and ... terrifying fear radiating from the bathroom, but he thought it wasn't because of something physical.

He took a deep breath, before he turned the knob to the left and pulled the door open, lurking through the gap.

Sam sat – huddled up – beside the toilet, on the floor, whipping his wet cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie before he looked up. His eyes were red and swollen and glossy and it smelled like vomit and fear and distress. But most of all fear with a side of shame.

The alpha looked down at the younger man. Seeing so much pain. Feeling so much despair. He closed the door behind him and moved over towards Sam, where he sat down on the cool tiles beside him. Without any further questions or giving him a chance to back away from him, Dean wrapped him up into a tight embrace and tugged him close.

Sam couldn't hold back anymore and burst out into tears and sobs and hiccups, murmuring incoherent syllables.

Dean shushed him, rubbing over his back and stroking his head gently. "It's gonna be fine, Sam.", he whispered, though he didn't exactly know what was going to be fine. "We'll get through this. I promise. We'll find out what's goin' on."

Sam buried his face in Dean's shirt, his long arms wrapped around the alpha's rib-cage in a tight lock, holding onto for dear life.

He had to tell him. Not just because if he wouldn't he probably was going to die like the others. Also because Dean deserved to know what lived with him under one roof. Not just the omega, but also the thing which was growing inside of him.

Sooner or later it'd show and he couldn't hide it anymore. Sooner or later it'd rip through his guts and might become a threat to his alpha and Bobby Singer and whoever else would be close to him when it'd happen.

"No ..." Sam sobbed. "It won't. It won't, Dean. It's in me." Sam pressed his face into Dean's shoulder – so hard, the alpha wondered how Sam could still breathe. "I can feel it. It's moving."

Dean Winchester froze and his face went blank and a second later lines of pure horror formed on it as he paled. Hell, he couldn't even remember how to breathe.

Did Sam just tell him that it was inside of him? That – whatever this parasite was – it had the omega as a host? The realization about what this meant washed Dean Winchester's mind blank and shut it down for some rather uncomfortable minutes.

Sam cried.

And Dean held him. Too shocked to say something. To do something. He just sat there, and held onto Sam, who was holding onto him, trying not to freak out right there and then. Trying not to give Sam the wrong picture, by jumping up and yelling or whatever the hell he would be doing if he was capable of moving right now.

Dean buried his nose into Sam's hair and closed his eyes as he soothed the omega with soft whispers.

Tremors wrecked Sam's body.

The alpha carved through his hair, twirling one of the dark brown locks around his pointing-finger. Sam's body was fitting against his perfectly. As if they were made to be together. The way his long arms fitted around him, how the curve of Sam's jaw and cheek engulfed into the crook of the alpha's neck.

Neither of them had a clue for how long they sat there on the cold tiles. Neither of them cared either.

Just when Sam had calmed down enough and his hiccups died away, Dean shifted a bit to get some weight off of his aching leg.

"You know we've to tell the others, right?" Eventually the ex-hunter spoke up calmly. "So we can figure something out … think about getting you somewhere where they're able to help you."

Sam didn't move a bit.

As soon as Dean's mind was capable of his usual functions, it started to play through scenarios about how this could go south and how to get the thing out of Sam in the fastest of ways. Though, he had to admit, that he had no idea how. If it was a supernatural being – a parasite of any kind – it wouldn't let itself be carved out its host's body that easily.

"We've to tell at least Bobby." Dean thought out loud, "And Jim. They should know a doctor or someone who'll be able to do that kind of thing."

Sam shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. At least the alpha didn't smell angry. If he seemed to be something it was worried.

"I don't want them to know." Sam's voice was small and faint.

"They have to." Dean soothed over Sam's hair and cupped the back of his head to hold him close in case he would attempt to pull away.

There was silence again. The others voices were heard faintly through the closed door.

"Dean," Sam whimpered desperately. "I don't wanna. Please … please don't make me - I brought it here. I … I brought it here ..." A hurtful sob wrenched from the omega's throat.

His mind was working in full-blown panic-mode, adrenaline pumping through his veins and turning his pheromones salty.

Sam wasn't afraid of getting hurt, or kicked out. Neither did he care if they'd kill him or whatever hunters did with freaks like him. What actually bothered him was the way they would be looking at him. Angry. Disgusted. Disappointed. The others wouldn't tolerate him anymore and they'd expel him from their fellowship.

The way Bobby and Jim would act when they'd learn that he was carrying a monster inside of him. KNOWING that he was carrying something inside of him and not telling them. That he had lied to them and … that they'd know.

That he hadn't told them in the first place what really had happened with Henry's pet. That he had gotten forced to …

No, he wouldn't go there again. He couldn't.

And then there was Dean. What'd Dean Winchester think if he'd know what really happened? That this thing had SEX with him. That he had been someone else's bitch.

A monster's bitch.

THAT was what hurt most. Deep down in his heart the thought of being left alone because of what he was ached worst.

"Sammy." Dean breathed into his hair. "No one's gonna hate you." He stroke over the omega's head once more. "I understand." Actually he wasn't the one to have these kind of moments with another person. Usually he kept to himself about feelings and emotions. It had never done any good to him or the other one to share profound information about how everyone was doing. Specially because he knew why. Mostly he could sense why people were acting like they were acting.

"I understand why you think that this's bad. But I want you to understand that no one of those people out there is going to blame you for anything - Neither do I." He paused. "We'll figure something out."

Sam's arms were trapped in between himself and Dean's chest now. His head held firmly against the man's neck. And though, even when this was supposed to make the omega feel save (what was also supposed to calm him down – at least those people on the documentary about abused omegas had said so), but it obviously didn't.

Sam was pushing against his chest, trying to get some distance between the both of them.

But Dean wouldn't let him.

Sam wasn't someone to give into another person's ministration that easily, so he used more of his strength. He didn't want Dean to understand and to accept this. The alpha wasn't SUPPOSED to hug him and try to calm him down when he was such a giant screw-up.

Sam didn't deserve to feel safe and loved and accepted. He didn't. Sam couldn't understand why the alpha still seemed to want him around, or to even bother and try to care about him.

Even when they were mates.
Sam didn't remember a lot about this world, but he sure as hell couldn't possibly imagine that such a bond wasn't able to be broken somehow.

"Don't even think about it," Dean murmured, as he decided that he needed his second arm to hold the omega close to him. "You're not going anywhere, Sammy. You're stayin' right the fuck here. No one of us is gonna let you go down that fucking road all by yourself." He wasn't sure if Sam understood, if he wanted to understand, but he needed to tell him all that. "You're a part of our clan now. You're part of MY family, Sam."

Still, the omega tried to wiggle out from under those arms, but the ex-hunter was strong and seasoned in holding down struggling sneaky things. Sam on the other hand was in this weakened state and so not up for any kind of fight.

"I won't give you up. No one will," Dean whispered determined. "We belong together." … you're mine and no one else's. I won't let you go, nor I'd give you away because of some evil spawn growing inside of you.

"We don't," Sam sobbed. "How can you say these things? You don't even know me. You don't."

"I don't know you in every way. That's true. But I know you in a way which's way more important, Sammy." Dean spoke softly to him. He knew that getting loud and yelling at him for feeling as he felt right now, wouldn't make anything better – even when he wanted to. "I can FEEL you. I feel how miserable you are, how desperate. I can feel that you're afraid of getting pushed away and I can feel that those thoughts are hurting you."

He swallowed thickly. "I don't want you to be hurting, sweetheart. I wish you'd trust me enough to believe what I'm saying, and that we're going to do everything to make you better." He exhaled audibly.

Sam had stilled in his arms and was pressed tightly against him, still weeping, but obviously a bit calmer.

He believed Dean. He believed that the alpha thought he could save him somehow, that there was a cure or whatever. Samuel Harvelle trusted him.

But he didn't trust himself and he definitely didn't trust the beast growing inside of him.

to be continued


SOON:

"Anything else we need to know? Something that's gonna help us save number thirteen from getting' kidnapped?" Dean snapped, pacing the room in fast strides without looking at the omega. "Any reason you wouldn't tell us? Wouldn't tell ME?"

Sam bit his lower lip before he spoke. "The baby … It's … it's … at least if it is a baby ..." He had no clue how to say it. How to tell the alpha. He felt tears prickle in his eyes. "It's Orthos's. It's … it's not human. It's not a vampire … It's Orthos's." Sam sighed as his voice broke.

He heard Dean gasp. He heard him stop in his tracks. A sharp intake of air cut through the sudden silence.