Thanks to MK KNIGHT for betaing :)


CALL OUT: I can't remember for the hell of it who gave me a prompt like that:

something like damaged Sam being given around in the family. They die one after another. Then he ends up - somehow - with the WInchesters, due an accident of a former hunter-family.

please - whoever gave it to me - i'll be dammned, but i deleted the message ... PLEASE send me the prompt again.


Fields Of Jasmine

Chapter 28 ~ Cream & Brown Lace

John hadn't visited them again.

Not that Dean cared anyway. Then again ... he had thought about what his father had told him about the apology, about the pleading way he had looked at him. However, that didn't change any of what John had done. Sometimes you couldn't just forget some things and you sure as hell couldn't fix some of them. But here they were, basically working the same case with the same purpose.

They weren't supposed to fight. Dean Winchester was at least as stubborn an idiot as his father was, but – yes there was a but – he didn't want to be his father, and he knew his father would've never forgiven Dean if he were to lie to him. So what was he supposed to do? Keep on fighting the old man? Or rather giving in? It definitely wouldn't mean that he trusted him again. Nope. No way. Especially not around Sam. He had tried to kill him, after all. And even if it looked like John understood, it only looked like it. There was no proof that he was also thinking that way and not just saying it.

Once a liar, always a liar. That was what Dean had been taught by his own flesh and blood. So why slip that belief overboard now? Because this time it was his father?

Hell no.

That wouldn't be happening. As long as he couldn't be sure that Sam would defend himself, let alone being able to, he wouldn't let himself be fooled by the old man. Dean sighed and wiped his hand over his face. He then shifted, groaned and sniffed. What thoughts to wake up to, huh? Instead of thinking about how it'd be to have Sam's soft mouth wrapped around his member or how fabulous it'd feel to have Sam kissing him, he was thinking about his father.

That bastard.

Dean shifted and turned his head to the side so that he was able to watch Sam's soft features while he slept. His cheeks were tinted a faint red, his lips were parted slightly. Tender looking eyelids fluttered for a moment, before they settled down again. Nope, Dean Winchester couldn't be a happier man.

He had everything he needed right here in his arms. All the love and tenderness his heart had unknowingly longed for was right here with him. He couldn't understand why he had thought so poorly about that man back when they had first met.

The alpha lay there and watched Sam sleep. He felt the rise and fall of Sam's torso against the side of his chest and warm puffs of air against the exposed skin of his neck where Sam's head was resting on his shoulder.

A smile tugged on the ex-hunter's lips as he thought about a certain piece of fabric. He had been successfully hiding it from Sam and could only imagine how it would look when the omega wore it and what Sam might say about it. Dean wondered if Sam would like it or if he had been completely mistaken by his mate's actions back at Barney's. No. Dean Winchester was sure that he was making the right call.

The omega – his omega – had looked incredible back at Bobby's. And for the short amount of time, while Sam had thought that he'd stay undiscovered, he looked happy. The hazel of his eyes had lit up like he'd only seen happen when Sam was looking at his mate. Dean had been waiting for the right time to share this with Sam, to give it to him.

But they hadn't had enough time because of the case and then John had stopped by. There were other times that just hadn't felt right. Dean wanted it to be perfect. He wanted Sam to feel comfortable with it – in it. So yes, Dean Winchester had been waiting for the right moment, so that Sam would have time to adjust or whatever you call it. Besides, they were always together lately and he wanted to surprise Sam, not just give it to him. He wanted Sam to find it…like a present and let him choose if he wanted it or not. Most of all, he didn't want Sam to feel pressured into anything, which Dean was sure he wasn't doing.

Because Sam would like it. Right?

The way he had looked at it, the way his scent had changed into the sweetest smell ever, had been stunning. So here he was, Dean Winchester, trying to figure out how to do it and how to get Sam's attention drawn to something else while he prepared things. Then again, if they left the bedroom and Dean went back in to prepare it, Sam could possibly walk in on him, since there weren't any keys for the rooms.

This wasn't as easy as Dean had figured it would be. What a pity. So he needed a plan and since he had no clue how to plan something like that, he started to treat it like a hunt. He calculated all possibilities and what he'd need to do beforehand so that it would work in that short amount of time before Sam woke up.

Very soon, he had a solution and a solid time plan. He pulled his mate closer and turned to his side. He then wrapped his arms around Sam and buried his nose into that soft mop of hair.

Sam made a small sound and shifted, adjusting to his mate like no one else could. For someone from the outside it may look as though Sam tried to crawl into Dean and the other way around. Dean looked as if he was trying to fuse the both of them together, so that he wouldn't ever have to let Sam go. Like he was trying to carry him safe and sound inside of him, protected from everything evil and bad out there in the world.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam stirred. He made a small soft sound and buried his face deeper into his alpha's chest. His arms around his mate tightened for a short amount of time, before his muscles seemed to relax again.

"You wakin' up, Sunshine?" The hunter grinned broadly, not only because of the way Sam woke up all cuddly, also because he had figured out his plan about how he'd give the dress to Sam.

His omega hummed softly and shook his head. Though, he pried one of his eyes open and tilted his head back, just enough to have a bleary look into the room. It didn't look that bright yet. "Nope.", he mumbled. "Waffles.", Dean sing-songed. "Strawberries." He carded his fingers through Sam's thick mop of hair. "Chocolate sauce." Yep, he knew how to push the omega's buttons just fine.

"Pancakes.", Sam croaked out. "Blueberries." He paused. Dean could practically feel Sam smirk into his chest. "AND whip cream...with sugar.", Sam added. "You're tryin' to negotiate with me 'bout what's for breakfast?" The ex-hunter huffed out a breath. What a sneaky bastard. "Fine...Waffles. Blueberries and chocolate sauce."

"Pancakes, Blueberries. Whip cream.", the omega repeated.

"Pancakes, strawberries and chocolate sauce." Dean stopped massaging Sam's scalp.

"Waffles, Blueberries, whip cream and chocolate sauce." Sam wouldn't give up. This was one of their smaller, playful battles.

"Waffles, Blueberries, whip cream and chocolate sauce it is.", the ex-hunter gave in with a huge sigh.

"In bed." The omega yawned and pressed further into Dean. "Then I may consider following your suggestion to get out of bed." All muffled and barely understandable since he spoke into his alpha's shirt. Dean chuckled and sniffed. "You're a hard negotiating partner. I've to give you that." He nudged Sam backwards, so that he was able to pull his arm free from under his mate. Lazily, Sam rolled on his back, but kept his eyes shut. Even when he felt Dean trying lure him into a kiss. Sam refused to move. Dean groaned and got up from the bed then, limping his way out of the bedroom.

Half an hour later, they had breakfast in bed. They sat together, propped up against the headboard, a big plate in between them with waffles, blueberries, strawberries, whip cream AND chocolate sauce. They ate slowly and in silence for most of the meal.

Every now and then Sam would gaze out of the small window, eyeing the bright sky longingly.

"We should have breakfast outside as soon as it's warm enough.", the omega murmured between bites. The alpha nodded his approval, his mouth stuffed full with pancakes and strawberries.

There was something bugging Sam, Dean could tell. It had been a couple of days and sure, the omega had tried to talk about it, but Dean was avoiding one topic like it was the plague. Sam had caught on to Dean's reluctance and had decided to that he wouldn't mention the apartment again, but even he knew they couldn't avoid it forever. Dean knew, at some point they had to talk about it as well.

"I'd like to get my things from my apartment.", Sam murmured softly, his head ducked as if he was waiting, thinking he'd get a slap over the back of his head or something. Dean stopped chewing and frowned. He hurried up to get the bite down after his initial shock was gone.

"Sammy-"

"Wait. - I know you don't want to go there and that's fine. But I need to. It's were my life was and even though I'm not living it anymore, I'd like to look through my belongings and take some things with me." He knew what he was doing of course. Sam wanted to learn more about his former self, knowing about the demons and Orthos and all the other things.

"SO I thought ... I could go there on my own? I mean ... I'd need to borrow a car from Bobby, but I think I can handle it. And I'd be back in a day or two tops." Sam started to babble, wanting to get everything out at once so he wouldn't forget about anything. "I'd come back, Dean. Promise. I do. I ... There are still some things I can't remember, I think. There're ... maybe there's something that's going to help us. Maybe I knew more about what was going on and ... and maybe ... maybe there's something about those seals and how to stop them and-"

Dean opened his mouth to say something, and closed it again, stopping himself from making an ugly remark.

Because Dean Winchester used to be a dork, when it was about things like that. He swallowed hard and thickly as his throat went dry suddenly. "Sammy ...". "I know why you don't want to go there and it's fine. But my past's ... it's kinda blurry, but nothing specific. I need more, Dean." Sam had both of his eyebrows risen and looked over at his mate with huge innocent eyes, searching his face for signs of understanding.

The alpha cleared his throat and drew in a deep breath, then he held it and grazed with his teeth over his lower lip. This was important to Sam, so it had to be important to him. He knew that. He felt that it should be that way. But going back to Lawrence? To where his family's future had been doomed? Going where he'd be so close to the place where his life had changed so drastically?

He wasn't sure if he could do that. Dean didn't know if he could go there and leave again without at least stopping by their house which had been sold and rebuilt, occupied by another family. He didn't know if he could go there without having an emotional breakdown. Because he was Dean freaking Winchester, and no Winchester ever had emotional breakdowns…ever. If they saw one coming, they'd outrun it as fast as they could. But this was important to Sam. Maybe his omega was right and they'd find something that would be important for their case. Let alone, that they may find something that was important to Sam too. Dean imagined how he'd feel in his mate's place and how bad he'd want to go back to where he had come from to figure out who he truly was.

Neither of them was the man they had been two years ago. Most of all Sam. His omega deserved to know. He deserved to research himself and his past life. He deserved it more than anyone else did because he was a freaking hero. He'd saved dozens of lives.

"Yeah, okay." Dean blew out the breath he had been holding. His scent was bitter with grief and something else, Sam couldn't put his finger on it yet. The omega's face lit up. His lips twitched, and eventually they curled up into a bright smile. "Really? - You'll let me go? I -" Sam was about to jump out of bed, breakfast forgotten. Dean's hand on his shoulder stopped him and pushed him back down. "WE will go there. There's no way I'll let you drive alone. WE will go to Lawrence and have a look at your apartment." He paused, thinking. "As soon as we know where it is."

At first Sam stared at him in disbelieve. Then his lips parted slightly. "You're comin' with?"

"Of course I'm comin' with you." Dean offered a tiny smile and stole a glance at the half-empty plate between them. Then he looked up again, catching Sam's gaze. He couldn't stand those gleaming gems of hazel and green and blue for too long though. The omega was looking so grateful and happy, it nearly hurt.

"I know where it is. I've found an address.", he declared proudly. "I'll get the laptop and show you." Again he wanted to scramble out of bed, but Dean still held him by the shoulder and once again pushed him back. "First: We're having breakfast." Dean cocked both eyebrows to underline his words. "THEN you are going to show me where your apartment is AND THEN we'll plan a route. And when THAT's done, we'll do what we always do."

Sam's face started to fall, his smile fading away. "And TOMORROW we'll get up real early to go to Lawrence." Dean's smile widened a bit more now. Though his body remained tense and his face kind of frozen. "We'll pack our stuff tonight." He watched Sam's face lite up again. Those dimples. Those damn freaking dimples. Dimples everywhere. There wasn't a lot else but dimples in that face right now though. Except for those shining eyes. Soft sweet lips curling up. This was priceless and definitely worth going back to Lawrence. This – right before him – was worth dying for. "Okay." Sam seemed all nervous and loaded with energy all of a sudden. He practically bounced on the mattress.

The alpha chuckled and shook his head, forking up another piece of pancake. "Eat. And stop bouncing on that damn mattress. You're gonna mess our bed up." Sam stole a peck from Dean's cheek. Dean wiped his cheek off and made a sound. "Dude. Stop it. And EAT. You're still lookin' like a damn skeleton under all that clothes." "Yes sir." He slid up right beside Dean until their shoulders touched.

Dean made a low noise in the back of his throat. "You like me callin' you sir?" Sam forked up a piece too and shoved it into his mouth. "Don't tempt me, baby." The alpha gave him a mischievous smirk. Sam hummed in response. They ate in silence then.

When they were done, Sam slid right under the covers and devoured Dean, drawing an incredibly mind-blowing orgasm from deep within the alpha's soul, leaving him blacked out for a couple of seconds.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam gave his mate the address, which he thought had to be his apartment. At least that was what he thought it was. Both men were surprised to learn that it wasn't an apartment. The address would lead them to a storage complex on the outskirts of Lawrence, as Google Maps showed them.

The omega leaned back in the chair, his forehead creased in a deep frown. "A storage?", he murmured to himself. "I ... I remember it being an apartment. I've a desk in there. A chair. There're pictures on the walls and ... and there are no windows, but ... There's a coffee maker and ... and a computer and I can remember myself researching a case on it. There's a fridge and there are sandwiches in it." He gazed up at his mate helplessly. "Why do I remember those things if they aren't real?"

Dean stared at the screen, pursing his lips. "Doesn't matter. We'll go there and have a look at your storage. Maybe we'll find something about where you've had your home." He tried to sound reassuring, but failed. He himself wasn't sure what this meant. But maybe they'd find something there. A lead. Anything. Something that'd lead them to Sam's apartment.

"You remember yourself taking a shower there?" An Idea bloomed in the back of his mind.

Sam thought for a moment and then shook his head. "That's weird." He thought again. "I don't remember a kitchen either. Only the fridge ... and the coffee maker."

"That's what I thought.", the alpha grumbled bitterly and bit his lip. Then he shook his head with a sigh. "You think I – Maybe it was only imagination though." Of course Sam had to start to doubt himself. "No." And of course the younger Winchester needed Sam to have more self-confidence. "You remember that place, so it's gotta be important to you."

Sam sniffed. He had imagined that a bit different. He had thought that all his memories would come back clear as day. But they hadn't. There were holes and pieces which didn't fit. He remembered dreams and visions and all that, but most of all he remembered cases. Some things even seemed blurry to him and not quite clear.

Sure, after Missouri had brought back his memory, it had seemed like a lot. Now that everything had settled down though, he started to realize that with a second, more thorough, glance he didn't remember everything as clearly as he had first thought.

Pictures and conversations with strangers. That girl from some bar taking him home. It was weird to feel so misplaced. Well, not here anyway, but in his mind and body. What he had felt back in the day and who he had been didn't fit to the man he was now. "Don't you worry, baby." Dean laid his hand on Sam's thigh and rubbed up and down a couple of times. "We'll figure it all out."

Sam gave him an hesitant nod and the left corner of his lips turned upwards. He was a bit more uncertain about the other information that awaited them. What if they wasted good time for this little trip down to Lawrence without coming away with something useful? And he was not talking about his own background story. He was thinking about the case.

Because that was what he hoped that'd get Dean's mood up a bit. That the alpha wouldn't have the feeling that he was driving Sam down there because he had to. Because Sam was his mate. That was the last thing he wanted.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

The day passed agonizing slow. For the both of them. In the afternoon they went to Bobby's and told the rest of their group about their plans for going to Lawrence and checking out Sam's storage container – IF it was a container.

John stood in the background listening, while Sam could feel the older Winchester's gaze drill into him with a punishing pace. That was by far not how Sam had imagined that. Bobby had found out a hand full of things about the riders. Other things than the common lore though. Those riders didn't only bring death, pestilence, war and famine. There were also more than four of them…there were thirteen of them. Aside from Death, War, Pestilence and Famine, there were the Seven Deadly Sins. Which seemed ridiculous, because how could those douchebags possibly be on the same level as the riders? Well, in the catholic, and most of the other religions, they weren't as powerful as the four riders of the apocalypse, but they sure as hell were related to them. That threw a completely different light on the whole story.

And there was definitely a lot to catch up with too. SO Bobby had managed to figure out where to get a rare example of "Diluculat" meaning as much as "the day is dawning". As per Bobby it was a novel. A freaking novel telling tales about some freaking old lore, which they may be able to use to stop this.

A damn novel. That was ridiculous. Anyway.

Ellen and Jim would go borrow the "Diluculat" from some generous Millionaire ... who was living in the United Kingdom. That meant that they'd have to catch a flight and cross the sea for an about three-hundred years old book. Which, by the way, was in a building guarded better than Fort Knox itself back in the day. At least that was what an article said about the guy.

As it seemed, there were hundreds of rare specimens stored there. Until their return, there wouldn't be a lot to figure out anyway. First they'd have to read through the novel as soon as Ellen and Jim got back. "Forty-Eight hours tops.", Ellen assured the grizzled hunter. "You've a plan how to get in there?" Dean leaned forward.

"We have one." Jim winked at him and Ellen grinned cockily. "Father Murphey and Sister Mary Bridget are going to have a look at that novel. The guy's chauffeur is gonna wait for us at the airport to pick us up."

Stunned, Dean Winchester eyed the both of them. "How're you gonna get the book out of there anyway? And on the damn plane? The guy's gonna freak out if it's missing." "Depends on if he'll notice.", Ellen answered. The alpha huffed out a breath and shook his head. That couldn't work. "What if he does though? There's no way either of us is gonna get you out of there then." The female hunter grinned. "We're in the same line of work since you were wetting your diapers, son. - Trust me on this. We'll be back on Saturday…with the book."

Sam listened, careful not to miss anything, as he tried to use the topic of discussion to remember more about his past. It wasn't that he had a feeling there was something that would trigger a memory, but he was trying to keep an open mind. Besides, he was more worried now than before that neither Ellen nor Jim would get out of there without being arrested. That whole plan sounded a bit fragile to him…with too many ifs and whens.

"There's no other way to read it? I mean ... Aren't there digital copies?" He remembered that he had read something about people scanning high priced books and then selling those pictures so everyone could have a look into them. Still, those copies were highly expensive. Something that Sam didn't quite understand. Then again ... he didn't have to understand certain things anyway, did he? Bobby's ears perked up. "Do they?" Sam nodded with a faint smile. "I think I've read something about that ..." The omega cleared his throat. "I can have a look into it. And if I find something, Ellen and Jim wouldn't have to fly and ... risk getting arrested." They all seemed to ponder that though. "Good idea, kiddo." Bobby rubbed over his face.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

To Sam's defeat, he didn't find anything on the web which would've led him to a copy of the novel.

So Jim and Ellen took off towards the airport around six in the afternoon after having a greasy, but awesome, dinner at the grizzled hunter's house. When Sam and Dean left, it was eight. Not that late for either of them, but both were exhausted. Sam was definitely tired. Something Dean couldn't possibly accept, since he still had plans for tonight. Dean Winchester didn't have time to be tired and Sam wasn't supposed to be tired right now either.

They were barely inside their house, when the alpha talked up. "You wanna grab the first shower?", Dean asked innocently while he toed off his boots and got out of his jacket. Surprised, that his mate didn't seem to want to join him, Sam rose both eyebrows as he turned around to face him. The omega looked him up and down and tilted his head to the side, wordlessly questioning if he didn't want to join him.

Dean smiled and walked up to him. He then laid his hands on Sam's hips and pulled him in close, stealing a lingering kiss from those godforsaken soft lips. "Have your shower, baby boy." He smiled against his mate's lips and gave him another peck, before he pulled back. "'kay." Sam still seemed curious, but did as Dean told him. When he was done in the shower, and dressed in his night-gown he found himself even more surprised, that the bed was empty. Actually he had assumed, that Dean would be there, waiting for him.

But the alpha wasn't there. Instead of something alive and breathing, there was a box on the bed on top of the covers. It was plain brown with a white sheet of paper on top. From where Sam stood, he could see the handwritten letters. Carefully, as if something could possibly jump out of the box, he tentatively walked closer. The omega's frown deepened. When he eventually stood before it, his eyebrows rose up in surprise. There was a flash of joy crossing his features, and his eyes lit up, as he read the last word at the bottom of the paper. He took the small note into his hands and read. First, confusion struck his mind like lightning, but as he kept on reading his features relaxed visibly.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean stood in the kitchen by the sink, his ears strained so that he wouldn't miss Sam turning off the shower. He busied himself with taking care of the coffee maker, which – in fact – he had never cared about that intently. Actually, he wondered how the thing was still working since this was the first time – since he had bought it two years ago – that he was cleaning it. It definitely looked pretty ugly from the inside. Like a coffee-maker after two years without cleaning would look like.

Rather disgusted, he eyed its parts, which he had put into the sink after dismantling it and wondered intently if he'd be able to put it together again when he was done. Then again ... maybe it'd be time for a new one anyway, since it was making those incredibly awful gurgling noises lately.

The water in the sink was turning brown and black slowly, as he scrubbed the parts, trying to clean them up properly. The alpha froze at the very moment he heard the shower being turned off.

Was it really the right call to make? Debating whether it was the right call now wouldn't help though. Sam would be out of the shower and in the bedroom within minutes. Then again...there'd be enough time to get there and pack the box away again. He let go of the soapy sponge and the part which held the coffee of the machine and cleaned his hands on a rag. Dean heard the bathroom door being opened. Now it was definitely too late to even think about putting the box away anymore. What if Sam had just looked at the dress because...because it was there? What if he wouldn't like it though and what if he never desired to wear such a thing? What if he looked at it, because it was just...disgusting? People were always looking at things which they didn't like. Mostly they were staring at those things more than at the ones they like to own? Right?

Dammit. Anywho. Now it was too late to be thinking like that and he sure would know in a very short amount of time if Sam liked it or not. Or if he'd feel messed with.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Sam eyed the box curiously and wondered. Dean asked him in that letter if he'd wear it for him. And if he'd come into the living room and join him on the couch with whatever was in that box.

His alpha had also written that he thought it'd match Sam's eyes and that he'd love to see him in – whatever it was – that nice thing.

"Duh." He blew out a breath and shook his head. Nervousness was creeping into his very nerves as he bowed down and reached for the cover to open it. When it was open, and Sam's gaze fell onto what was inside of it, the cover fell from his hands and it hit the floor with a soft thud. A sharp intake of air followed and the omega's eyes instantly started to soften. Then there was a flash of insecurity and right after that shame.

"No ... oh no.", he breathed, crushing Dean's note violently, which he still held in his right hand.

He actually had hoped that his mate wouldn't have seen it. He had bet on it that he didn't. This was awkward. So awkward and wrong. Sam's throat went dry, so did his mouth, as his gaze lingered on the hazel-brown piece of fabric inside the box. Only hesitantly he tore his gaze away from it and stared back at the crushed note in his fist with a deep frown on his forehead. It was Dean's. Dean had seen him with it and he had seen him back at Bobby's with Karen's dresses. He knew. And though ...

Sam blew out the breath he was holding and shook his head. The alpha wouldn't have bought it for him if he wasn't okay with Sam wearing dresses, right? He wouldn't want to surprise him with it and he sure didn't think that he was disgusting because he liked women's clothes.

At least it looked like it.

Dean wouldn't ask him to wear it, if he would think that Sam was sick or crazy or whatever, right?

But even if he didn't mean that, his alpha would agree with it either. They hadn't talked about that particular topic after all. Torn in between feeling funny about getting dressed like a girl and showing himself to Dean and feeling pure joy about his mate buying such a beautiful thing for him and wanted him to wear it, Sam stared back at the cause of his strife.

He'd see, and smell, if Dean was approving or not. So what did he have to lose?

Causing his alpha grief, because he wouldn't wear it, in case he truly wanted him to see him in that dress?

Or, on the other hand, seeing and scenting disgust from the person he wanted to spend his life with? Either way he could be screwed. Either way he could make Dean happy though. Sam chewed on his lower lip as he reached for the cloth and ran his fingertips over the soft lace. One thing he knew for certain: he wanted it. He wanted to feel how it'd feel on his skin.

~ 67' Chevrolet Impala ~

Dean Winchester was scared shitless.

To say the least. He'd been debating with himself for the past ten minutes. Should go in there and rip that damn thing apart instead of sitting and waiting on the couch. He wanted to go in there and tell his omega to forget about that whole thing and that they should act as if it had never happened.

Dean's hands were shaking with nervousness, his palms were sweating.

Sam was taking too long in there. Again, he glanced at the watch and swallowed around the lump in his throat. Maybe his words in the note sounded as if Sam HAD TO wear it for him. Maybe Sam thought that if he didn't put it on, that Dean would be pissed? The alpha thought about every single phrase in the note and turned it around in his head a dozen times, checking it over and over again, wondering if he had been indirectly threatening.

Sam should be done by now. How long could it possibly take to get dressed? Well, maybe Sam didn't like it and was thinking about ways of getting out of this situation just like Dean was right now. Dean closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a calming inhale. It did nothing though for his nerves though. He kept on waiting anyhow. The alpha sat anxiously on the couch, tapping with his foot on the floor.

Another ten minutes passed and the clock read that it was shy before nine, when he finally had enough. This way or another he'd go in there. He'd ... hell, Dean Winchester didn't know what he'd do. He only knew that he had to do something. Now.

... to be continued