Author's Note: This is the final part of Saint of the Sinners.
Other: And, a continuing thank you to my betas for this story, vrskaandrea and Wildfire's Flame - any remaining errors are solely my own.
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Saint of the Sinners - Part 3
Dean walked into the kitchen of his three bedrooms, two and half bath home, which Bobby had left him. He sometimes loved waking up to the scent of cherry pie somewhere in the house but other times it drove him up the wall because he'd come into the kitchen expecting pie. But all he'd see was a Louisianan man - Benny - standing at the stove fixing this, that, or some other thing. Okay, if Dean was being honest, which wasn't likely to happen, he'd admit he'd been avoiding actual cherry pie like the bubonic plague. Damn Adam and Michael and their over-Dean's-head medical mumbo-jumbo. He was avoiding it because it made him think of a certain dark haired man that smelled like cherries in a way Dean knew was no longer innocent.
Dean could easily eat and enjoy other types of pie without a problem…apple, peach, strawberry rhubarb, it didn't matter as long as Benny or even Gabriel was the one baking them. But anytime he tried cherry pie over the last small handful of years he'd end up having to fight off a hard-on because he couldn't keep his mind from going straight to idea of his lips wrapped around a particular part of Benny's anatomy while Benny fucked his mouth until his knot inflated and - yeah, not really the train of thought he needed to be on if he planned on actually facing Benny that day.
Benny knew Dean was in the same room as him; he'd heard Dean come in, but could also smell him, leather and motor oil…the latter of which had taken years for Benny to realize was actually part of Dean's scent. Benny had always wondered how many people no matter their secondary gender hadn't realized that Dean actually smelled a lot like Baby or was it the other way around?
Benny had been running a slight fever most of the day and so nearly jumped out of his skin when Dean wrapped his left arm around Benny's waist and leaned his head so he could scent him better. Dean was one of the extremely few people who Benny didn't mind scenting him without asking permission first, which was why he tilted his head so Dean could scent him better.
"You smell good enough to eat." Dean said distractedly. He was aroused and felt he was somewhere in-between Hell and Heaven.
Benny huffed before pressing the button on the Keurig to start it…Dean needed coffee before anything would be held against him. Benny glanced over his left shoulder to find Dean watching him with hooded bright green eyes.
"I'll never understand you, Benny. While it wasn't exactly frequent, Cas and I had gotten into fights before for one reason or another because of our alpha nature. But I've never felt threatened by you…in any form for any reason," Dean admitted, watching the Keurig, but otherwise not moving from his spot behind Benny.
Benny sort of twitched a smirk before placing his left hand over Dean's. He could explain to Dean what caused his fevers. His fevers being something Dean had been aware of for years but Dean wasn't aware of the actual cause. He could explain to Dean why they'd never butted heads due to their secondary genders. But realistically, he knew he wouldn't. He'd spent twenty years as a marine, had lost his right eye during his final deployment, and yet he only showed cowardice at the thought of admitting…that…to Dean.
Dean let his eyes drift closed before absently licking Benny's mating gland. Benny instantly stiffened, his left hand gripping Dean's tightly, and he gritted his teeth. Dean pulled his head back and tried to get a look at Benny to gauge why he'd reacted the way he did but was looking at the wrong side of Benny to see his facial - eye - reaction. Dean took a step back away from Benny. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Dean said concerned, unsure why he had felt the need to do so.
Uncertain about how Benny was feeling and unused to admitting his own feelings, Dean turned to leave the room, only then noting Benny shaking his head. His steps were unhurried until he was fully out of sight and then Dean felt his gait shift as he started to walk faster and faster until he was nearly running. He didn't slow until he was out in the sea of cars surrounding the property.
Benny shook his head, knowing full well that Dean would misinterpret what he meant, but just needing Dean to get out of the room before he found out just how different they were. As soon as he heard Dean's footsteps begin to fade after leaving the kitchen, Benny crouched down, his left hand with a death grip on the handle of the oven.
'Merde!' He thought, able to feel himself begin to slick with moisture in his nether regions. 'I can't be in heat!' He thought frantically, squeezing his eyes shut. 'I need to get out of here!' He thought, trying to calm his suddenly erratic breathing. 'But, where would I go?' He thought regretfully, slowly opening his eyes. He could see part of his reflection in the 'window' of the oven, and groaned softly. His focus solely on his normally bluish grey eyes that were now prominently showing the omega gold threads that made him an Omega and not an Alpha like Dean always thought. "Dean," he whispered, his voice scratchy from disuse, but also surprising him with the amount of need he felt after just one word, one name uttered in disbelief.
Benny stood on unsteady legs. He felt the heat coil around his balls and testicles and felt his temperature increase dramatically. Clenching his jaw, he couldn't believe that now after all this time, he was going into heat. All because of one man's touch; a touch that had never before even registered as sexual. Dean's touch had always been deliberate, calming, and maybe even playful at times. His touch could also be teasing and definitely demanding. But sexual? Never in a million years. Running a hand over his short dark brown hair, he knew what he had to do even if he was not sure how Dean would respond.
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Dean was once again back in his kitchen, standing beside the small island that was in the center of the room. The stool he had been sitting on was now on its side on the floor, his left hand gripping the edge of the island tightly. "Try that again," Dean said confused. There was no way in hell he'd heard Benny correctly. There was no way he could have missed the signs of Benny being something other than an alpha. No matter what his inner alpha was screaming at him, the signs being right in front of him…or what his own eyes could see in Benny's own. Benny was not an omega. He couldn't be but Benny's next statement shattered that illusion to a million pieces.
"I'm an omega who hasn't been in heat since I was seventeen." Benny said slowly, trying to adjust back to actually using his vocal chords, again. "My doctor said…that it shouldn't be possible," He added softly.
"Why not?" Dean asked curiously. He knew with Benny still in the very beginning stages of his heat that they'd both be more clear-headed but that they'd need to figure out quickly what they needed to do. They couldn't stay in the same house. If they did, Dean wouldn't be able to stay away from Benny. They had to choose who would be staying at the house and who'd be going to stay with Adam and Michael while Benny was in heat. Michael was mated to Adam so another omega's heat wouldn't affect him as much as it was going to affect Dean.
"Do you know why I don't talk about my father?" Benny asked hesitantly.
"Because he's a son of a bitch like John?" Dean asked with a malicious smirk.
"I had acted like an alpha - like my father - since I was a wee babe, but…he…"Benny lowered his head and looked away from Dean's expressive eyes. "I was six the first time he got into bed with me," he whispered.
Dean's eyes went wide. Okay, he hadn't expected that. He'd expected killer or even serial killer but not pedophile!
Benny looked up at the silence that filled the space after he had last spoken. Meeting Dean's startled gaze, he continued "I was twelve when I presented as omega, and for the next five years, I barely attended school because during my heats he would fuck and knot me until I could barely walk. Despite those facts and the fact I'd recently become aware of the wrongness of what my father was doing…" he paused and placed his hand on Dean's before continuing. "My heat addled brain didn't care...and even after my heats he'd repeat the process until he triggered another. I honestly don't know or want to know just how many times I ended up pregnant but I never carried a child to term. By sixteen, I was getting frail. My body just couldn't take being in almost constant heat or the numerous miscarriages. It was slowly killing me." He shook his head.
"Normally, I never carried a child more than a few weeks, a couple months were pushing it, but the last time he got me pregnant…" Benny bit his lip and focused on Dean's hand that he had a hold of now. "I was seven months along when I went into labor. It about killed me. The baby didn't survive and my father ended up in jail because there was now proof from several sources of what he'd done to me. After that, I was told I couldn't go into heat anymore and the worst I'd ever have again is a slight fever. You know the rest of my story. I've spent my entire adult life letting everyone believe I was just a sweet smelling alpha." Benny explained, surprising himself that he'd been able to explain that all so clearly and without flinching from the expected censure.
"Then, how are you going into heat now?" Dean asked slowly but curiously before something else dawned on him. "Are you in danger? Can your body handle going through another heat?' He asked concerned. While Benny had obviously recovered from his ordeal by the time Dean met him; he also knew there could be internal issues that could be dangerous to an omega.
"I don't know." Benny said sadly-honestly, and that was the answer to all three questions, but he figured Dean could figure that out for himself.
Dean scowled. He didn't like that answer but had another question. "So, who's going to go stay with Adam and Michael? Because, we both know within a couple days that if we're still around one another that my alpha and your omega urges are going to override our common sense." Dean pointed out bluntly, changing the subject a bit.
"Or, my heat could kick start your rut and we could fuck like rabbits." Benny pointed out.
Dean narrowed his green eyes into slits. "You know I've been on medication to stop my rut since Emma was born," he said, borderline angry.
Benny shrugged and pointed out shakily with his disused voice, "And I've also seen where it says that an omega in heat in close proximity to an alpha can cause the medication to fail."
"Benny, it's been over ten years since I've went into any type of rut." Dean sighed and pulled his left hand loose. "If I went into rut…No…I could be a danger to an omega even if they didn't have prior problems." Dean stressed. "Not that your heat is going to be any better," he admitted licking his lips unconsciously.
Benny's golden eyes instinctively followed the movement of Dean's tongue before he considered his next action carefully. He could admit how he'd felt about Dean since…well, before he knew that Dean and Castiel were 'just friends' and not in fact secret lovers. But that would mean admitting to an even darker secret. A time where Benny had initially wanted to put a bullet in Cas' head, cut his balls off, or just a simple little harmless penectomy to kill the jealousy he had felt over another man.
Okay, so he had spent almost four years of being on the nearly homicidal side of jealous. And no he knew he couldn't admit to his feelings for the man in front of him. It wasn't simple cowardice that was stopping him but because with his pending heat…Dean would have no real reason to believe him. And there was really no reason to believe Dean felt the same way, anyways. Just because he licked me earlier, it doesn't mean a thing. Answering Dean's earlier question and avoiding Dean's comment about Benny's heat, he said with just the slightest hesitation, "I think it would be better if I went to Adam and Michael's place. After all, the last time you spent the night at Michael's…even with your medication, you ended up going into anaphylactic shock due to all the cats," he pointed out.
Okay, admittedly…Dean hadn't thought about that problem…despite the fact that Benny had been the one to sit with him until they released him from the hospital. Dean just nodded his acceptance of Benny's very sensible reasoning. But also found he was digging the fingernails of his left hand into his palm the more he thought about Benny being in heat. Swallowing hard, he muttered "I'll help you pack."
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It had been five days since Dean had seen Benny and he was trying to stay busy and was therefore, distracted. He was working on rebuilding a transmission for a client who had came to Singer Auto Repair and Restoration a couple days ago. He loved cars but transmissions were something he'd like to dump in the Marianas Trench never to be seen or heard from again. The kicker was the transmission was for a '67 Impala…and hadn't that been a laughing moment…besides Baby and at car shows, he didn't see many '67 Impala's.
When his cell phone rang, he hit accept without bothering to look at the name since he was trying to keep his concentration on his irk worthy task. "Singer Auto Repair and Restoration, Dean Singer speaking," he rattled off, not considering he was on his personal phone and not on the phone in the small office.
"Either come and get Benny or I swear to…whatever fucking god you believe in that I'm going to kill him!" Adam said angrily.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the transmission in front of him even as he registered his half brother's voice. "What did he do to piss you off so much, Addy?" Dean asked jokingly.
"Don't call me that Dean. You know I don't like it and don't get me wrong, I had thought having an extra omega around would be fun. I loved Benny being the cause of Michael losing a bit of his stoic-like control. It was nice…and the extra sex has been even better…but Benny won't stay in his motherfucking room and last time he got within arms reach of Michael, I clocked him hard enough to knock him out. Now, you and Michael know what alphas can fight like over a potential mate…" He paused as another voice could be slightly heard in the background before finishing, "but omegas can be just as deadly," Adam seethed. "In Michael's defense, he has been trying to keep Benny at arms reach, but Benny's heat addled mind isn't comprehending the meaning of no," he added wrinkling his nose.
"I'll be there in twenty." Dean said hurriedly, knowing that omegas were underestimated in their fighting ability…and he liked the idea of keeping Benny in one piece. Because, while Benny might be able to handle Adam's ire, if he hurt Adam even accidentally, Dean would be dealing with one pissed off alpha in Michael.
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Dean pulled into the driveway of the ranch-style house, twenty-five minutes later then he planned to be. He would've arrived on time if he hadn't been pulled over by Jody Mills and hadn't dropped the transmission he had been working on when he pictured the scene of Benny trying to be intimate with Michael. Cursing fluidly, he had hopped into Baby and sped out of town when Jody had pulled him over. Jody was coincidentally the Sheriff, an old friend of Dean's…which was one of the main reason he wasn't facing a hefty fine for speeding once he explained the situation, and the other was because Jody was one badass of an omega, herself.
Dean got out of the Impala in a hurry and made his way quickly up to the covered porch where Michael stood with his hands flat on the side railing. "You look like shit." Dean said honestly, after looking Michael up and down.
Michael's head dropped, his crystalline blue eyes swamped with an emotion Dean didn't want to acknowledge. "I just needed to be able to breath for a minute. Adam's scent is very pleasant…but being in there, I feel like I'm drowning in the cherry pie scent…and it's so thick, I can taste it." He paused and met Dean's worried gaze. "It started smothering me.' He admitted, knowing that another alpha would understand precisely what he was saying.
Dean wouldn't admit that there was a sick thrill in seeing Michael a bit off kilter, but it was also more than a bit concerning that Michael who was a mated alpha was being affected so severely by Benny's scent. Dean had never really wanted a mate…not including what ended up being a clusterfuck when his relationship with Lisa had ended…but as an unmated alpha, just how badly would the scent affect him? He couldn't help but wonder.
"Benjamin Lafitte!" Dean and Michael both snapped their attention toward the door to the house where Adam's shout came from.
"You get yours, I'll get mine?" Michael suggested.
Dean just nodded, following Michael inside…not even bothering to stop and think about what Michael actually said.
Adam had heard Michael come back inside and hoped it meant that Dean had finally arrived. Glancing away from the other omega, he was grateful to see Dean had followed Michael into the den. Somehow Adam's idea of 'distract' Benny while waiting for Dean had devolved into being chased around by the eye patch wearing man. So when he saw Dean was present, he ran straight for Michael before side-stepping a bit to grab Michael's right wrist with his left hand and just keep running straight out the door - about dislocating Michael's shoulder in the process due to the surprise of doing so. However, Michael was able to pull the door shut behind them as they reached the porch of their home.
Adam doubled over laughing. "I would say I feel bad for Dean, setting him up to deal with Benny in his current state, but I really don't. Why did either of them think that Benny being here was a good idea?" He asked his mate curiously, after he'd managed to stop laughing.
"Because they thought I could resist the allure of his scent…but I don't think they considered what someone would behave like when they hadn't been in heat in twenty plus years," Michael explained.
"So, we're staying at Dean's while they work this out?" Adam asked, changing the subject.
"Well I'm not living in a damn hotel until they get that damn scent out of there once Benny's heat is over." Michael snapped. "Besides, I already packed our bags and made them dinner. It will take Dean a bit to notice we have left since he will be otherwise engaged."
Adam snickered at that thought. He knew Dean felt guilty over a lot of things in his life, Adam included but Adam still wanted his brother to be happy and if Benny was what it would take, then he'd be damned if he'd let his brother's own stubbornness ruin it. Following Michael to the separate garage that housed their cars, he wasn't surprised when Michael paused and shook his head. "What is it?" he asked already guessing what had made Michael pause.
Michael just narrowed his blue eyes at the other man before tugging him flush up against him, trapping Adam's hands between their bodies. Kissing him soundly on the lips, Michael pulled back slightly and admonished. "You've been very naughty Adam."
Adam licked his lips and smiled at his Alpha. "And what do you propose to do about that?"
Michael let Adam go as they got to Michael's cherry red Mercedes Benz. But the moment the doors closed and locked behind them, Michael began his punishment of his lover and chuckled at the knowledge that Adam had just pulled a Gabriel level prank on his brother.
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Dean's eyes went wide and sparked with Alpha red as he caught sight of Benny and his sweet cherry pie scent, one that would on a normal day drive him insane, much less now when Dean could see the raw need all over Benny's handsome face. The attraction was palpable and combined with the sad, pleading look in Benny's gold-dusted eyes Dean just couldn't deny any of it any more.
In a blink of an eye, he was by Benny's side, feral growling sounds emitting from his throat. Taking Benny by the neck, he jerked the other man's head back and started to nuzzle his nose in Benny's scent gland. Benny's breath hitched and he started shaking uncontrollably; thrills he had never felt before coursing through his body. Dean licked at a spot on Benny's neck and Benny felt a new wave of slick dripping out of his body at the very intimate touch.
With shaky hands, he reached out and let his fingers brush over Dean's left arm, the one that was holding his neck and in that moment it was like Dean was struck by lightning. Dean broke out of his daze and the next thing Benny knew, Dean's hand and mouth were all over him, caressing and running calloused fingers under Benny's shirts. The pull push was both gentle and rough at the same time. He felt the need for an Alpha rush over him once more and let out a small whine of need. One that Dean gladly swallowed with his kisses, along with any whimpers caused by Dean's delicious tongue swirling against his.
Benny didn't know, but with every change in pace of Dean's movements, it was actually Benny's actions that were causing it. Dean pulled Benny tight to his chest to kiss him hard on the lips as his left hand trailed down Benny's side. Benny gripped Dean's hip with his right hand and pulled the male Alpha even closer causing Dean to gasp as the Omega's body was suddenly completely flush against his own, only a thin layer of clothes separating them.
Another growl escaped Dean and the red completely overtook his green eyes, the animalistic instincts making him shove Benny against the nearest wall. Neither of them paid any attention to the pictures that fell to the floor from the force of the two of them impacting the wall. Kissing Benny fiercely, he felt his tongue intertwine with Benny's in a dance as old as time.
Both drunk with each other's scent and with the feel of the other's body, they both knew they wouldn't last long, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feel of it all and taking and giving, connecting on a deeper more emotional level. Dean dipped his head in defeat, knowing that he was losing the battle to take things slow and easy.
His heart was racing, and his mind was going completely blank. He was being reduced to the primal instincts of the animal within him. He knew he was attracted to Benny, but there were feelings he wouldn't deal with, couldn't deal with at least right now. The main one being the overwhelming sense of paranoid fear he might lose Benny too, like so many others in his life. If only there was something he could do to make sure, or at least to delude himself that Benny will stay by his side.
His inner Alpha screamed at him, feeling a connection to Benny unlike he had ever felt before. He had never felt this way not even with Lisa, or anyone else he had ever been intimate with in his life. It felt so good to be touched and to touch someone else. His Omega... Oh God… he had thought he would never feel this way, not after all the Hell he'd seen and done. He didn't think he deserved it but he sure wasn't going to let go.
Dean pulled slightly away from Benny's swollen lips and went on to kiss his neck, licking as he did so. "You're mine," he whispered.
Benny nodded absently, his head thrown back as Dean took him higher than he ever thought possible. Closing his eyes, he let go and Dean followed him over the edge. Their energy pulsed and flared against one another, intertwining and merging until they were almost indiscernible from one another. Benny nipped along Dean's shoulder line and caressed the stubble lined jaw with his hands. "Mine too" he groaned out as he reached another high in his life.
"Mine... Mine?" Dean questioned curiously, his mind fractured by what they had just done and were continuing to do.
"Yes, cher. Yyy... yes." Benny moaned as Dean shifted against him. It had been so long and some part of Dean's rational mind that was currently buried in pleasure knew Benny had been right. His medication had failed him and he was going into full rut.
Dean growled and took a deep breath, a mistake on his part, because he was nuzzled right against Benny's scent gland which filled his own nostrils with that sweet Omega scent that drove him crazy. His mind completely fogged over and without thinking he clasped his teeth over the gland, biting down hard. Benny screamed and shook in his arms, the feeling of being completed running over and thru his body, making him arch and hiss against his partner.
Dean licked the wound and pulled away for a second, then leaned in and kissed Benny and kept kissing him, kissing his mate until they both fell asleep on the floor of the den of Dean's brother's home.
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"I'm sorry, Dean." Benny said apologetically…for about the twentieth time since Dean had walked into the living room less than an hour ago, Benny's heat finally waning after almost two weeks.
"Why are you sorry? You're the one with the mating bite!" Dean asked regretfully. He had been so caught up in the heat of the moment; he had forgotten himself and Benny's possible precarious position. He had regretted the bite instantly, not because he hadn't wanted to mark Benny but because of the possible danger that it could entail to his mate.
Benny buried his face in his hands. "I don't regret the mating bite...I regret that you didn't really have a choice," he admitted softly.
Dean narrowed his brilliant green eyes and tilted his head, unaware he was mimicking a habit of Cas' he had seen a million times in the past. "You don't regret the mating bite?" He asked carefully for clarification.
Benny looked at Dean. "No," he said bluntly but clearly.
The dots that had been dangling in front of Dean suddenly connected in Dean's head. "I think we went about this the…wrong way." He pointed out. "Let me see if I have this straight." He said carefully, deliberately. "You actually think I couldn't control my desire to bite you?"
Benny moved toward the front window of the house and didn't answer which was all the answer Dean needed.
"Benny," he said softly but waited until the other man turned to face him before finishing his thought. "It's true I was being completely devoured by your sweet heat and my own rut and biting you would satisfy that primal urge inside of me. But…" he paused for effect and to make sure he had Benny's attention. "I would never have bit you if you weren't the one for me. I have never bit anyone else before and never will again as long as we both live."
Benny's eyes widened at the statement but before he could say anything, Dean placed a single finger over Benny's lips. "You have feelings for me, don't you?" He asked curiously.
Benny just nodded, his bluish grey eyes following Dean's every movement.
"And I have feelings for you," Dean admitted softly, cautiously. He'd worry about the consequence of those words later…Right now, they sounded like a good idea even as a coil of fear wrapped itself around his heart.
"We're both idjits." Benny said with a smile as he pulled Dean into his space. Dean's prosthetic leg protested the movement but then he forgot all about it as he felt the tightness in his chest dissipate like it never happened.
"Bobby was right all along, we really are idjits." Dean said laughing just as a sneeze attack overcame him. Coughing, he glanced around the middle of his brother's home and swore. "They have way too many friggen' cats here…"
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It took almost another week to get Adam and Michael's home back to the way it was, in addition to getting Benny's heat induced scent out of there. Then going home, Benny ended up having to scrub Dean's house from top to bottom since Adam and Michael had also taken their indoor cats with them which due to Dean's allergies meant it had to be cleaned.
It was almost a month after Benny's heat had ended that Dean noticed Benny's scent had picked up a trace of Dean's own scent, the part that smelled like leather which was undoubtedly due to their mating repetitively. But that wasn't what had Dean humming under his breath as he finally finished that transmission that was way overdue. He was glad the owner had been understanding and wasn't actually using the car to drive around in like he did with Baby. No, he was smiling and humming Metallica because he had noticed Benny's scent had picked up an added hint of cinnamon to it.
It had taken Dean longer than he will admit too before he realized just what that meant. He already had Ben and Emma, though. He didn't necessarily need or even want another child and statistically he knew it was unlikely that Benny would carry the child to term due to his prior history. But no matter what happened, he knew Benny was going to need his Alpha and so, Dean was going to do his damnedest to support him. Closing his eyes, he let the cool air of the day wash across his face, determined to face the future with his Omega by his side.
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Dean shifted uncomfortably on the hard concrete floor, blood flowing sluggishly out of his left hand as the memories collapsed in front of him. It was the anniversary of his brother Sam's death but it was also a day Dean needed to face. Sluggishly, Dean curled his hand around the broken glass he could feel embedded in his palm and gasped as white hot pain flashed across his mind.
"DEAN!"
Dean stiffened at the sound of the younger man's voice and then a hand was touching his shoulder and his face. Blinking blearily at the younger man in front of him, Dean tried to pull the edges of his anxiety back under control. "Is Benny…. Is he?"
The man that kneeled beside him smiled at him, hazel eyes bright. "He's fine and your son will be even better when his Daddy makes an appearance."
Dean swallowed hard. "Sam, I can't… I don't… I want to be there… But…I can't lose someone else… Especially not today of all days. I just don't think I can do it."
Adam glanced to the other man that had followed him out of the house before shaking his head slightly. Michael knelt on Dean's other side slowly and cautiously. "What do you see Dean?"
Dean shook his head. "I'm fuzzy. I've lost so many people."
Adam swallowed hard and gripped his brother's right shoulder with his hand. "Feel me Dean."
Dean blinked at his brother. "What?"
"Feel me. Use your senses to tell you what is real and current and what is past and long gone. You are safe. Benny is safe. The best omega doctor around is with him and you know Benny won't give up. But he needs you Dean. The baby… your son is almost here."
Dean nodded and finally allowed himself to be pulled from the cold concrete floor. Michael had a hold of his left hand and had been slowly pulling the glass out of Dean's palm when he stood. "We'll have to clean and sanitize this first."
Dean nodded, his green eyes sharpening and the haunted look slowly vacating the premises. "First aid kit is on the wall by the inner door."
Michael turned to where Dean indicated and hurried to the wall to get the needed supplies. Moving back, he gently tugged Dean over to the sink where he turned on another more centralized light. Rinsing Dean's hand, he didn't see anymore glass so he poured antiseptic over the wound and wrapped Dean's hand in an Ace bandage. Finishing, he gave a critical once over as he gazed over the too thin frame of his mate's brother. This happened every year but Michael had hoped this year would have been different. "When is the last time you ate anything Dean?"
Dean shook his head. He didn't have an appetite. He never did when the memories took him over. Moving forward slightly, he felt his skin flush and then Adam was front and foremost in his blurry vision.
"Focus Dean. You had a flashback. But this is real."
Dean raised his hand to Adam's face. "Adam… But Sam…"
Adam shook his head. "I know you miss him and I am sure he misses you too. But I am here. Michael is here. Ben, Emma, Jack and Gabriel are all here. Benny is here."
Dean turned slightly and caught his reflection in Baby's side mirror. Steeling himself, he pulled himself up to his full 6 foot one height and nodded. "I'm coming Benny."
Michael and Adam both took up sentinel positions on either side of Dean as he hastily left the garage and made his way across the small enclosed yard to his home with Benny. A new day was dawning and as he opened the door, the sweetest cry met Dean's ears. Pushing into one of the spare bedrooms they had converted since it was on the first floor, Dean met Benny's eyes as Gabriel held out his infant to him.
Grasping the boy, he felt his heart constrict as he felt the warmth of his family. It may not all be blood but a wise man once told him family didn't end with blood. Family cares about you, not about what you can do for them. Family is there through the good, and the bad. Family has your back even when it hurts and today hurt but now such joy as well.
"Heya Sammy…" he said softly to the bright intelligent looking eyes that was watching him carefully. Eyes that he could have sworn were just like his brother Sam's had been.
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Author's Note: Okay, I lied…there is one more teeny little chapter to this. It's an alternate ending.
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