Love, Loss and Life

Chapter 4: The Runaway

Summary:

The heat begins and Sam disappears

Silence reigned over the trio as Sam stared at his mother's eyes, not believing what his mother had just said.

"But-, but- it's too early," Said stuttered, panicking, eyes getting wider as he stared at his mother. "Way too early."

"Baby, I know but it's happening," Mary replied calmly, placing her hand on her youngest son's shoulder, trying to calm him down. She could see Sam beginning to panic. Pulling Sam close, Mary began to stroke his hair, hoping to help him relax.

Dean just continued to stare as his brother and mum hugged. He didn't know what this meant for him. Was he supposed to mate his brother now? Did this mean the end of his freedom? Shaking his head, Dean tried to force himself not too think about that as it was not about him. His brother was going through a huge milestone in his life and he was moping about not being able to hunt when he wanted. Scoffing, Dean focused back on his brother.

Sam had pulled away from their mum and was staring at Dean.

As they stared at each other, Dean could smell his brother. His mind clouded with the sweet tantalizing scent of him. Dean started to drift towards his brother, hypnotized by that beautiful smell. He just couldn't help it. His mate was amazing, smart and smelt like a fresh, summer breeze, like a rich chocolate cake, like the perfect omega.

The sharp voice of his him mother stopped him in his tracks.

"Dean!" Mary snapped, noticing Dean's blown pupils and his gradual move towards Sam. She moved in front of Sam, hoping to block his scent with his own. Jolting out of his trance, Dean stared at his mother, shocked by the change.

"What happened? Why is this happening now?" He asked, not wanting to be there with his heat-riddled brother.

"Honey, you need to calm down. Your mate is in heat and its affecting you," Mary soothed, looking at her oldest son. Looking around his mother to see his brother, his mate. Dean suddenly felt irrationally angry with Sam. He didn't want to mate now. He thought he had more time to enjoy life. He didn't want to be tied down and have to deal with his strange bitch of a brother.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean snapped, glaring at his brother.

Jerking back as if snapping back into the conversation, Sam stared at Dean. "What?" He asked, looking really confused.

"You know what I mean!" Dean snapped again, anger building. "You're doing this to me. Trapping me as your mate with this heat. It's all your fault."

Mary just stared at her son, stepping aside in shock, unbelieving of the things Dean was saying to his brother, his Mate. She just gaped as these horrible words spewed from her beloved eldest's mouth. Sam was just as taken back. Why was Dean blaming him? It wasn't his fault this heat had come on now. He couldn't control his heats. "Why are you blaming me? I haven't done anything!" Sam shouted back. He couldn't believe his brother was acting this way.

"Of course, it's your fault. You've always wanted to keep me with you, clinging to me like a bitch in heat. Why can't you just leave!?" Dean ranted, wanting to get his feelings out quick, his emotions building up and erupting like a volcano.

"Why are you being like this, Dean? I thought you loved me? I thought you wanted me?" Sam said, tears starting to well, but not falling until the last blow

"Well maybe I don't want to be tied to a little freak like you!" Dean suddenly shouted, panting angrily.

Shocked into silence, Sam stared at his brother, not believing what his brother had just said. Dean knew how much that word hurt him. Sam didn't want to spend another minute here, feeling like this.

"Well, maybe I will do as you say and leave," Sam spat. And with that, tears spilling from his deep hazel eyes and streaming down his cheeks, Sam sprinted towards the forest, leaving Dean staring wide-eyed after him, regretting everything he had said.

Running through the forest, Sam couldn't stop the tears, feeling hurt fill his heart. His brother, his mate didn't want him. Hated the thought of being mated to him. Coming to a stop, Sam bent over resting his arms on his knees panting, feeling sweat drip down his face.

He could feel his heat getting worse, his whole body was on fire, with slick gathering between his legs. It was getting harder and harder to think straight and keep running. He didn't know where he was going or what he was thinking taking off from camp like he had.

Straightening up, Sam looked around continuing to sweat. Suddenly a voice from behind Sam made him freeze.

"Hello again, pup."

Dean was pacing. It had been a few hours since Sam had ran and he was still missing. Dean was getting really worried. Sam should have been back by now and Dean kept glancing at the main entrance to the forest that Sam always took as it came past the pond that they always swam in as young pups. He really wished he hadn't said those thing to Sam.

Dean loved his brother. He really did and being his mate really wasn't the end of the world. It may not be his ultimate goal and want but he wouldn't want his brother dead just for his freedom.

Sensing eyes, Dean glanced away from the entrance he had been staring at intensely. To his right, next to the main tent was his mother, staring at him silently. Her eyes spoke of disappointment and worry. He suddenly felt himself fill with shame. She could always make him feel bad about what he had done with just look. He felt like a pup again with just a glance of disappointment from her.

"Mum," Dean began.

"Just don't, Dean" Mary interrupted, anger entering her face. "You have seriously messed up and I don't think I've ever been this, this. I don't even know what to say," Mary stuttered, her emotions clearly a mess.

"I know, mum. I hurt him and that's not what I wanted at all. I just feel so out of control, like I can't see where my life is going. With his heat starting so early, I just felt myself explode and I didn't mean to hurt him," Dean said. "I made him cry," he whispered, eyes dropping to the ground.

Mary sighed. She knew he felt bad but maybe that wasn't enough.

Walking closer, Mary placed her hand on her oldest son's shoulder. "Look at me Dean," She said, waiting for his to obey. When he did she stared into her eyes, hoping to find the words.

"Dean, I understand. I do. I wasn't always so sure about your father. Granted, I was older than you but still young in finding your mate standards. He was pig headed and arrogant and I couldn't believe he was meant to be my mate, but he became my world. You love your brother and I know it may not be your ideal situation, but you are made for each other. The sooner you realise how good you've actually got it, the happier you'll be," Mary said, looking into her son's beautiful eyes. "If you're not careful, you'll lose him, and you'll never forgive yourself if that happens."

Dean looked back at his mother and knew the truth. He did have it pretty good. He had a brother and mate that he loved and who loved him in return, an amazing pack and pretty awesome parents. So what if he'd never travel the world, he would be loved no matter what.

Suddenly his head snapped to the side towards the woods. Something was wrong. Sam was in trouble. "Mum, get the pack ready and follow my scent," Dean said quickly, beginning to strip his clothes. "Sam is in trouble. I think it's the wolf again."

With that, Dean shifted. In place of the handsome young man was the most beautiful wolf that was quickly turning away from his mother and dashing through the forest.

To Be Continued!