What a Tangled Web We Weave

Chapter 7

The next morning consisted mostly packing all of their stuff and putting it in the Impala. At one point Dean and Harry had a small clothes fight, which they could not remember how it started, and then chased each other around the parking lot. Sam stood there, shaking his head and smiling widely. There were only rare occasions when they were that happy. They checked out of the motel, and then packed into the car, Dean and Harry still teasing each other relentlessly all the way to La Push. At one point Sam had to tell Harry "No, Harry, you can not shave Dean's head after he has fallen asleep." And then to Dean he said, "No, Dean, you can not molest Harry in front of Edward." The patronizing tone was all too evident in Sam's voice; it was as if he was speaking to children.

The rest of the car ride was spent pouting on Harry's and Dean's part, and Sam just kept trying not to laugh. When the arrived, it was like the pack already knew they were coming (which could be plausible since Bella spoke to them regularly). Jacob stood somewhat to the front, grinning ear to ear like the big goof he was. Dean got out first, then Harry who immediately ran into the shifters arms, and Sam came out last. Dean and Sam hung back, mostly to scope the area out and observe the rest of the pack with guarded eyes. It seemed that the others had a similar demeanor, because they kept their eyes to them as well.

"Jacob! I can not believe its been so long!" Harry exclaimed in joy as he hugged the taller male.

"Damn 'Ry have you gotten shorter, or what?" said Jacob as he let out a bark of a laugh that always reminded Harry of Sirius.

"Bloody hell, you better not be calling me 'short', you tall freak of nature! I mean, besides Sam, your tallest person I have ever met, and I have met a lot of people in my time." Harry lectured after he got out of the hug, and now stood there, hands on hips. Dean snorted in amusement and then came up behind Harry so that he could slip his arms around his love's waist.

"Names Dean Winchester, I am Harry's husband, and that over there, is my brother, my own 'tall freak of nature', Sam." He smirked as he held out his hand in appropriate greeting. In the background, Sam let out a 'hey!' Jacob shook Dean's hand as he smiled himself. The shifter glanced at the brother that was mentioned at least twice now and then could not stop staring. It was like everyone faded away and all he saw was this man named Sam. He was tall, but still a bit shorter than himself. He looked to be 25 or so, which would be the same age as his own, with brown floppy hair and big puppy dog hazel eyes. Most importantly, it seemed that Sam could not stop starring himself. This was his mate. He had imprinted.

Dean let out a cough to gain Jacob's attention once more because their hands were still clasped and it made Dean uncomfortable, just like the look that Harry's old best friend gave his little brother did. Jacob seemed to snap back to Dean, before blushing slightly, and dropped his hands. Now everyone but Sam and Dean seemed to know what just occurred. Most were in shock, some like Sam Uley and Leah seemed genuinely happy for their friend, and Harry was ecstatic. He was jumping up and down and then hugged Jacob and then ran to hug Sam, and then he didn't know where to go, so he went back to Dean a bounce in his step.

"What just happened?" asked Dean.

"Jacob just found his mate. It is Sam!"

And then all hell broke loose.

SCREAM!!!! I am soooooo sorry this is late and short…soooo inexcusable. I know! I have been beating myself up. Sigh. But I ended it short for a reason. I wanted to create some dramatic cliff hanger…whatever this next chapter will be up sooner and will be longer!