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Chapter 16
Dean put his phone away, unsure what to think. He'd been surprised his Dad had lasted so long at Bobby's in the first place but now he was out there somewhere and who knew what he was thinking. Would he be a threat to Sam, either by trying to kill him or letting it slip to hunters who wouldn't care that Sam hunted too? And it wasn't just Sam in possible danger; he'd be seen as collaborating and killed too, if he was even human when they were found. He knew the urge to bite, to claim him totally, was growing with every heat Sam went through. Soon he wouldn't be able to fight it. And Dean was actually looking forward to that day, be being more of an equal to Sam. He wasn't big on the pain aspect but he could live with it.
Dean grinned as Sam practically lifted Bobby off the ground in a hug. Bobby just laughed and patted his sons back. "Welcome home boys. Toss your gear in your room, I've got dinner on." He told them and Dean tossed Sam his bag, following him inside. They dumped their bags in their room and shed their jackets and boots before heading downstairs, following the smell of grilling meat.
Bobby knew why the boys were back, they always tried to make it home for Sam's heat as it was safer for everyone. And he enjoyed having his boys at home, it felt like he didn't see them enough as it was. And with John at there in a questionable state of mind he felt safer with them where he could see them.
"Smells great Bobby." Dean commented as he moved to grab the beers.
Bobby served and they sat down to eat, chatting about their most recent jobs. He could almost feel the charge in the atmosphere by the time they finished though so he put aside his beer and stared at them. "Alright you two, what is it?"
"We need to set up some sort of bedding in your panic room." Sam answered nervously.
"What?"
"We don't think Sam's gonna be able to stop this time Bobby, it'll be safer for everyone if we're in a locked room for it." Dean answered, taking Sam's hand in his.
Bobby stared in shock before sighing and nodding. "I'll work something out for you.
"Thanks." Dean grinned at him and tugged Sam upstairs; they needed to shower after a day on the road.
Bobby looked down at the makeshift bed and nodded, it was as comfortable as he could make it. He turned to find Dean in the doorway. "You sure about this Dean?"
"Yeah Bobby. I actually…want this. I want to be with Sam as long as we live and we've got a better chance at that if I'm not human. Sam will help me adapt and keep control. Just…if it comes down to it don't let me hurt you." Dean pleaded softly.
"I've got tranqs that'll take down a werewolf, should work on you if needed." Bobby assured him and Dean nodded.
Sam joined them and smiled at the bed. "Thanks Dad."
"No problem boys. Now let's get back upstairs, too cold down here at my age." He grumbled and they laughed but followed him. It was good to know the room was ready for when they needed it.
Sam pinned Dean to the wall, kissing him hungrily and Dean responded eagerly. Bobby had already gone to bed so it was just the two of them awake, the light of a full moon pouring in through the window. Dean pulled back to breath and reached up to stroke Sam's cheek, seeing that his eyes had already changed. "Come on Sam, let's move this downstairs." He urged and Sam practically picked him up to get to the panic room quicker, making Dean laugh. Once inside Dean sealed the door and then found himself on his back on the 'bed', Sam pinning him down. His clothing was soon history as Sam pretty much ripped it off him even as Dean worked to get Sam's jeans undone. Soon their clothes were gone and Dean was moaning in pleasure underneath Sam. Sam was wilder than usual even for being in heat and Dean knew it would happen tonight but he didn't try to fight it, instead he clung even tighter to Sam. By the time sharp teeth plunged into the tender skin of his throat Dean barely noticed the pain of the bite.
Seconds later though he was writhing in agony and screaming, Sam making soft noises and holding him close. Dean moaned in pain as his nails sharpened to claws and his teeth changed to be like Sam's. His body temperature jumped, trying to fight off the infection but it was no use and green eyes shifted to cat like gold. Dean's mind was blank, all thought consumed by pain and animal instinct even as he snarled. But then a familiar scent reached him and the newborn werejaguar focused on his mate. He whined in pain and was pulled closer, a cheek nuzzling against his. But then he growled as hunger caused his stomach to cramp. His mate moved away briefly and then the smell of fresh raw meat reached him and he pounced, tearing into the raw steak. And then his mate was there again, holding him and Dean recognised a further scent on him, the scent of Heat. He whined and wriggled against him in offering.
Sam looked down at Dean, his head clearer than earlier in the night. He was relieved that the bite had reacted so well and that Dean was so relaxed. As Dean whined and wriggled Sam swallowed, instinct rising to the surface again. He nipped at Dean's throat before gently lapping at the already healing bite. He rolled them so Dean was on his back and soon they went back to doing what they had been before the bite.
As the moon set Dean shifted in his sleep where he was curled in the safety of Sam's arms. The catlike features faded even as Sam tightened his grip slightly. Neither woke when the door opened and Bobby peered inside, able to see the bite on Dean's throat clear as day. So now he had a son-in-law. Bobby smiled and slipped back out, leaving the room unlocked for when they woke.
TBC….
Was tempted to leave I there but that would leave the issues with John unresolved.
