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Chapter 14

Dean glanced over and smiled at the sight of Sam stretched out as best he could beside him. It was so much better having Sam in the Impala with him than in a separate car. Sam glanced over and smiled at him shyly. Dean grinned and kept driving, nothing beat this.


Sam rolled back to his feet and snarled, putting himself between Dean and the shapeshifter as Dean tried to get his gun reloaded. The creature stared at Sam's fangs and eyes in shock before backing away, things not going according to its plans. Sam lunged for its throat before Dean got a shot off, blood coating his claws as the shapeshifter collapsed. Dean lowered his gun and stared at the corpse on the ground. "Okay that is beyond creepy." He whispered, seeing his own features slack in death. Sam stood over the body breathing hard even as the animalistic features faded. He knelt down and wiped the blood off his hands before turning to Dean and yanking him into a hug, nuzzling his throat and inhaling his scent deeply to assure himself his mate was safe. "It's okay Sammy, I'm here."

"I thought he'd killed you." Sam admitted.

"How'd you know?"

"His scent was wrong. He could imitate your form and voice but not that." Sam answered and Dean nodded. Sam pulled back and went back to the body, pulling at the skin and Dean gagged but realised what Sam was doing, removing Dean's skin so he wouldn't be blamed for the dead bodies in the other room. Once Sam was done they wiped everything down and left, leaving an anonymous call to 911 so that the bodies would be found.

Dean went straight into the shower back at the motel, wanting to wash away the grime form the sewers, not to mention the bit of blood on his head. He wasn't at all surprised when Sam joined him.


Dean laughed as he ran, in the dim light it was nearly impossible to make out the form of a sleek pitch black cat hunting him. They both found these games to be great training and a good way to let off some steam. But they only did it when absolutely sure to be far from civilisation; the last thing they wanted was to cause a panic or to have hunters after Sam. Dean 'oomphed' as he went down under Sam's weight, feeling his paws pinning him down with claws retracted. Sam nuzzled him and then licked his cheek before taking off and Dean scrambled up to go after him.


Sam lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Dean's head lay on his chest, deep even breaths moving across Sam's skin. He couldn't sleep though as he held his mate close, they'd managed to keep his inner kitty happy enough his last heat that they hadn't had to go all the way but he doubted it would be enough this time. He was worried, what if he couldn't keep from bitting Dean under those conditions? Dean might say he would be fine with it but Sam knew it would be a lot for Dean to deal with. They didn't even know exactly how Dean would change since jaguars didn't usually mate with humans. He was scared that it would be too much for Dean. He smiled as Dean shifted in his sleep, arm tightening around Sam's waist and Sam moved his hand to stroke the short blonde hair. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He was happier than he had ever been; he had to stop borrowing trouble and just enjoy what they had. After all neither of them was immortal, they could die any day on a hunt. Being hard to kill didn't mean Sam wouldn't slip up one day or come across something stronger than him.

TBC…

Short little filler chapter.