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Chapter 2: A Dangerous Meeting

Summary

Sam meets a scary wolf in the woods and Dean's feelings grow

The day Sam was born, John was so proud of his sweet omega. It was a difficult delivery. His darling Mary was in labour for almost 36 hours and when Sam was finally born, he was silent. No breath entered or left his body and there was a tense moment in the delivery room as doctors rushed to save the tiny bundle.

Tears rushed to Mary's eyes, as she watched her baby die before her very eyes. John couldn't believe the nightmare he was in, as he comforted his destressed wife. They had patiently waited for this baby, another child to call their own and were heart-broken.

The doctors called the time of death and Mary continued to sob as John whispered endearments, telling her everything would be okay but deep down not really knowing what was going to happen.

As they turned away from the baby's silence, a cry pierced the deathly quiet of the room. Twisting around, Mary watched as her doctors rushed to check the baby, which now had the biggest set of lung they had ever heard. John leant forward to try and see his precious baby. The doctors finished checking and rechecking the health of the small bundle and a woman in a bloody apron walked towards the couple and placed a wiggling bundle in Mary's arms.

Looking down, Mary watched as beautiful technicolour hazel eyes blinked open to stare at her, out from a pink scrunched up face. The loud cries heard before had quieten down to small sniffles. Mary's heart swelled at the small whines she could hear from between sweet pink lips. She couldn't believe her son was in her arms, alive, safe and making the cutest sounds.

John watched Mary smile down at the little angel she held in her arms and knew that there was someone missing to make this family complete. Releasing his omega from his arms, John made his way out of the delivery room, leaving mother to feed their hungry little boy. John left the room and rounded the corner to see a small child sitting in the waiting area, his little legs swinging back and forth as a gruff bearded man spoke to him.

"Hey Champ," John said softly.

The little boy's head snapped up, bright green eyes focusing on him, and widening as they took in the bloody gown John still wore. Jumping up, the boy ran towards John.

"Daddy," he called, climbing into John's arms. "Are you okay? What's with all the blood? What has happened to the baby? Are Mummy and the baby okay? Can I see-" the little boy babbles, until he was cut off by John.

"Dean calm down, your mother is absolutely fine, and we had a few worrying moments with the baby but he's fine now. We can go and see them now if you want," John said, trying to calm his son down.

"I can!" Dean shouted excitedly. Dean climbed out of his dad's arms and jumped happily next to him. Grabbing John's hand, Dean started to tug him down the hall.

"Hurry up, Dad. I wanna see them," Dean Said, continuing to tug of John's sleeve.

"Dean, slow down, there now going anywhere," John said, hefting his oldest son into his arms. John walked back down the corridor and entering the delivery room again.

Mary glanced up from her beautiful baby boy to see the rest of her lovely family. Her young alpha son and her fantastic husband, standing in the doorway. Beckoning them closer, Mary tucked her little angel into the blanket.

"Come on, Dean. Say hello to your little brother," Mary said.

Dean leant forward in John's arms to see the small face poking out from baby blue blankets. Dean instantly felt a tingle in his chest and as it travelled down to his stomach, he notice the bundle squirm uncomfortably.

"Mummy, he's beautiful but what's that tingly feeling?" Dean questioned, still staring at the scrunched up face in his mother's arms. John and Mary glanced at each other, knowing what the feeling meant.

"Dean, it means that you and your brother are connected. You're a bonded pair and will always be happy together," John said, looking down at his sons and loving that they would always stick together.

Dean nodded, still looking confused but understanding on some level the love he would always have for the small baby in his mother's arms.

A cough sounded from behind the loving family, as one of the doctors walked toward them with a happy smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt1 but I just want to know if you would like the results of the ABO tests for your son," She asked in a kind tone.

Already knowing the results, John nodded toward the doctor.

"Okay, well congratulations on your new born omega son," She said smiling. "Have you thought of any names?" She asked, needing it for the birth certificate.

Instantly Dean knew. "Sammy," he said, smiling down his baby brother. He reached forward and stroked his fingers through the459+ fine chestnut hairs on the baby's tiny head.

"Well Samuel, it is then," John said lovingly.

Mary nodded, agreeing with the perfect name.

"Hello, Sammy. My little miracle."

Crouching low, Sam prepared to pounce. Diving out from behind a large shrub, Sam landed on top a dandelion, tripping over his own gangly paws. Righting himself Sam stood up and started to follow his big brother's scent, hoping to catch him before he got home to scare him.

Looking up at the sky, Sam watched as a bird hopped from one branch to another then took flight. Sam wondered what it would be like to be a bird. To be able to fly away, be free. But he could never leave Dean and would never want to. He'd heard about Weres that could change into many different animals. He thought it would be amazing to be any animal, to experience being these different animals, it seemed almost impossible.

Still strolling through the darkening woods, Sam got a feeling someone was watching him. Stopping, Sam glanced around trying to figure out where that feeling was coming from. Not seeing anything, Sam started walking again but his hackles continued to rise.

A snap of a branch had Sam jumping in his skin, his ears perking up. Speeding up Sam's eyes moving back and forth nervously. He wanted to know what was there, what was following him because now he was certain something was. A bush rustled to Sam's left and he started to back away, frightened, eyes fixed.

A pair of icy blue eyes stared back at him.

Slowly from behind the bush, a gigantic wolf with golden brown fur and scars running across his face and along obviously strong shoulders emerged. He stalked forward advancing slowly towards Sam.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing," the larger wolf spoke suddenly, circling round Sam.

Sam stood stock still, feeling nervous around this unknown wolf. He was bigger and was saying these strange things to him. Coming back round to face Sam, the wolf started to scent Sam's face, making him squirm uncomfortably.

"And I bet you'd look even better under me," the wolf said, leaning into Sam's personal space, hot breath ruffling his fur. Backing away, Sam felt even more uncomfortable. This wolf was coming on to him, making sexual comments and he hated it.

"Who are you? Leave me alone!" Sam shouted, continuing to back away.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you little Bitch," the older wolf growled, baring his teeth at Sam.

"HEY!" a familiar voice called from behind Sam.

Out from the undergrowth prowled Dean in his large wolf form. Dean though smaller than the other wolf, he was muscular and not afraid to fight to protect his little mate.

"What do you think you're doing picking on my pack mate," Dean said, growling at the big wolf he had heard threatening his little brother.

"Alright mister knight in shining armour, nothing was happening. Just having a chat with your pretty little friend," the other wolf said calmly, glancing over Dean's shoulder to leer at Sam, cowering behind him.

"I don't care what was happening. You were rude towards my mate and you better leave him alone, or else I'll reach down your throat and rip your intestine out," Dean snarled.

"Name's Lucifer by the way," he answered, sitting down, relaxed as though Dean hadn't threatened him. "You're mate is he? Doesn't smell like he's yours," the wolf smirked.

"He. Is. Mine!" Dean said possessively. He had never felt that kind of protective possessiveness towards anyone, not even his little mate to be.

"We'll see," Lucifer smirked, standing up. "We'll see," he repeated. Winking at Sam, still hiding behind Dean's back he turned around and sauntered away

"Dickhead," Dean whispered, feeling anger rise inside him. Looking back behind himself, Dean's eyes softened staring back at his fearful baby. Nuzzling into his little brothers head, Dean spoke softly into his ear.

"Come on baby boy, we have a boring meeting to get to," Spinning around, Dean went into the undergrowth to grab his kill. Trotting back out, Dean could see Sam glancing around nervously.

"Come on, squirt," Dean said, "You're dragging my amazing self, down bitch," Dean said joking, trying to cheer his little Sammy up.

"Jerk" was the quiet reply he got back, as he turned away and started back towards camp.

Following Dean, Sam looked back over his shoulder and felt eyes continue to watch him. He hated it and hoped he'd never have to see those eyes again.

TO BE CONTINUED!

And don't forget, the dragon is hungry!