It had been a week since the Winchesters had visited, a week since Adam had flown off the handle and beaten Sam to an inch of his life. He had only just been able to manage to get out of bed, his arms had been broken as well as his left leg, he had busted three ribs, suffered a punctured lung and a dislocated eye socket. Luckily he had managed to survive the assault due to the wolf blood running through his veins. His arms had healed first, within two days and his leg in four it was his eye and ribs that were taken the longest. For that time he had mostly been asleep dreaming of kind emerald green eyes that wanted to save him. Fantasies of what his life would have been like if Dean had been his mate and not Adam. How he had wished it was so but the scent never lied. His body was attuned to Adam's his scent was the one that sent him into his heat and it was only his scent that could get him through them. He had just drawn the short straw in his life and managed to end up with the abusive asshole Alpha. What had he done to deserve this? He had no choice but to stay with him. Only Adam could get him through his heats and without him he would die. But would that really be so bad? So far they hadn't properly mated just yet, he didn't wear Adam's bite and he knew the other man would never wear his. Adam had wanted it all done officially and be named heir at the same time. He wanted to reclaim the lands he felt that he was owed and basically take everything that Dean had ever had. He felt that as his brother was not pure wolf that he shouldn't be allowed to live on pack lands let alone actually run them one day. What he meant by pure wolf Sam wasn't sure. Yes he heard Adam mention that Dean had been born human but that was impossible for a were…to be born human and survive was a miracle…

Drawing in a deep breath Sam made his way over to the bathroom, his legs shook the whole way and he knew he was moments away from face planting the floor but somehow he had made it. He sank down to sit on the toilet seat and he grabbed the shaving mirror off of the sink. Another thing Adam hated was stubble, he said that only lowlifes and humans had hair on their face which seemed hypocritical of a wolf to say. Adam as a wolf was an imposing sight, he was a huge sandy colour wolf that towered over Sam's chocolate brown. He dominated him in every single way and there was nothing he could do to break free.

Slowly Sam grabbed the nearest razor, he placed it up to his throat and hesitated for a moment as a dark thought crossed his mind. All it would take would be one little slip then he would be free forever. No more abuse. No more Adam. He would never have to be properly mated to the man. Shaking his head he pushed those thoughts away and tended to the week old beard that had started to grow.

Carefully he made sure that every single hair had been sheared before he ran a brush through his unruly locks. His hair was one thing that he had refused Adam on, there was no way he was going to shave it. When his mother had been around she had told him to not let anyone cut it, that it was the sign of his position in his pack…well it wasn't his pack anymore…

Satisfied he placed the brush back into its previous positioning making sure it was straight and level with his toothbrush. Nothing could be out of place. Sighing he pushed himself to his feet and walked back into the bedroom, he reached the dresser and pulled open the draw. He grabbed the nearest jumper and was about to close it when he noticed the piece of paper Mary had stuffed into his pocket. Peering around him he made sure that no one was watching, nodding to himself he reached for the paper and read the words carefully.

I know what he is. Call me whenever you need help sweetie. Underneath in her perfect handwriting was what he presumed to be her phone number. How could he call her? She was his son at the end of the day it was probably a test set up by Adam himself to see just how loyal Sam was to him. But still something made him keep it, he had a tiny glimmer of hope and he didn't want to lose that just yet. He might be broken but he wasn't destroyed. He placed the paper back and covered it with a couple of layers of his shirts just in case. He pulled on his jumper and checked himself over once more in the mirror. There was a dark circle under his eye and the bone was slightly protruding through his skin where it had been dislocated but apart from that he seemed presentable.

Bracing himself he placed a smile on his face and made his way out of his room ready to see Adam for the first time in a week. The alluring scent called to him and his smile became genuine as the feeling of warmth love and home washed over him. The scent never lied…his mate might be a monster but he was his mate.

…

Dean felt like hell, his head hurt, his chest hurt…everything hurt. It had been going on for a week now and he had no idea what was going on. After Adam's he had driven to the nearest wood and shifted. He had run for hours only stopping to drink, he ran away his frustrations and anger. He let it all go before he made it back to the Pack house not wanting to burden the other wolves with his uncontrollable emotions. Since he got back he had started to feel rough and it had just gotten worse with every day that passed.

He threw his arm over his eyes as he threw his body down onto his bed. He had just come from a were council meeting some dispute over a patch of land between two families. His father had expected him to attend to learn the ways as it was because one day…if his little brother didn't have anything to do with it….he would have to take charge. That had pretty much drained him, there is only so much bickering he could deal with. His head was pounding and his chest felt heavy like there was an enormous pressure pushing down on him.

He flipped his body so that he was lying on his chest, he buried his face in his pillow and tried to block out the streaming sunlight that was pouring in through his bedroom window. He groaned and grabbed the pillow beside him throwing it at the window hoping for it to somehow grow hands and close the god damned curtains. Pain racked through his body as he drew his legs into his chest, he could feel the sweat dripping off of his forehead and fire danced through his veins.

His inner wolf howled and snarled at him seeming to try and fight off whatever it was that ailed him. He had never felt like this before not even when as a child he had unwillingly ingested some silver, it had put him in a coma for two days as they tried to flush the poison out of his system. Looking back at it he wasn't sure it was an accident…could it be that Adam had spiked him when at his house? No he would have not been able to shift.

Another bout of pain rippled through him causing him to groan. His arms shook as his muscles convulsed, he felt like his body was rejecting him, like every part of him was turning on him and he honestly had no idea what to do. His head titled to the side and without warning he started to heave, vomit flowed from his mouth and landed on the floor by the side of his bed. Red flecks appeared in it and soon Dean was throwing up pure blood. After a while the heaving stopped and he lay back down on the bed, his hands pressing tight into his stomach.

He could hear the sound of footsteps pounding up his stairs and he knew that the scent of his blood would have sent alarm bells ringing with his parents. He wanted to call out but his throat felt tight, his heart began to beat faster and he was sure that he was going to die.

"DEAN!" John shouted as he entered the room. Dean sensed his father and Alpha come to his side with Mary on the other. As much as he wanted to lift his head and talk to them he knew he couldn't. The pain was too intense, the sweat rolled down his forehead in waves and he could feel his shirt sticking to his chest. He felt his mother's hand fall on his forehead and he heard her start to swear softly. His father ripped open his best white shirt and pull off his clothes which literally had to be peeled off of his body. He could hear them trying to talk to him but everything was muffled. His vision began to darken and he could feel the call of unconsciousness reach out to him. A way to stop the pain and the suffering.

He don't want you his wolf growled out to him. He rejected us he added getting angrier with every word he said although Dean had no idea what he was on about. Who? All he could think about was the pain and the feeling that he was being torn apart, like he was losing everything that made him what he was. All he was, was a vessel of pain and sorrow.

"Dean Honey, you need to stay awake," his mother's voice floated through his head breaking his wolf's monologue. "My pup I need you to stay with me," her voice became louder as the darkness started to fade away. "You're my baby boy no matter how old you get, remember how I used to sing to you when you got very ill? Do you remember?" Dean wanted to nod but his head felt too heavy, the pain in his chest increased to the point he was certain he was having a heart attack. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better," Mary started to sing her words focusing Dean's mind making it become clearer. "Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. Hey Jude don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her the minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better," Dean could feel the pain start to subside and he became aware that his mother was stroking her hand through his sweat soaked hair while John was massaging his chest, huh maybe he did have a heart attack. "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders, for well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making a world a little colder." Dean watched as tears rolled down Mary's cheek, with a slow shaking hand he reached up and wiped away a tear, she grasped hold of his hand and held it there for a moment seeming to revel in the feeling of his pulse beating.

"Na…Na…Na…Na Na Na…" Dean stammered his voice wavering but he knew that this is what his mother wanted to hear. The smile that broke out across her face was reward enough.

"Hey Jude, don't let me down," Mary continued through the tears. "You have found her, now go and get her, remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better."

Feeling his strength start to return Dean found his voice and sang in tune with his mother. "So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, you're waiting for someone to perform with, and you don't know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder." Slowly their voices drowned out and Mary smiled down on him with the tears falling from her eyes. John continued massaging his chest and Dean could feel his heart begin to slow down however it was still beating faster and that heavy feeling still weighed him down.

"Hey baby," Mary said kissing Dean's palm. "We got you back."

"What happened?" Dean asked watching his father continue his movements.

"You had a heart attack Ace," John replied. "I need to keep your heart going."

"Why?" Dean stammered fear flooding through him, he had no idea what was going on and that frightened the hell out of him. He had been fine until visiting his brother…damned Adam everything always happened when he was away.

"I need you to be honest with me," Mary said placing Dean's hand on his chest while she perched on the edge of his bed. She continued to run her hand through his hair, her scent filled Dean's senses and he knew she was projecting to try and calm his furiously pounding heart. He breathed in deeply and allowed the love and feeling of safety to overwhelm him. "When you met Sam how did you feel?"

Dean frowned, he wasn't expecting that. He thought back to the soft hazel eyes that seemed so sad and defeated. How the man's brown hair fell in front of his face when he wanted to hide away from the world. How they had seemed to stare at each other like nothing else had ever mattered, he had never looked at a man like that before. To him it felt like his whole world had been lifted when he looked into those eyes. He then thought about how quick Sam had been to run away, how his touch seemed to disgust him…with those thoughts the pain started again. He turned his head and more blood was expelled out of his body. His father continued to rub at his chest and his mother stroked his back. "What the fuck was that?" he asked wiping the blood away from his mouth.

"Language," Mary scolded helping Dean to settle back into the bed.

"That my son was rejection." John exclaimed moving his hand away to inspect the way Dean's chest moved.

Dean's eyebrows rose. He had heard about what happened to were's whose mates rejected them. Their organs begin to shut down and the wolf inside began to eat from the inside out. Eventually their hearts give out from the love they have been denied…but why had it happened to him…he didn't have a mate…he would have known surely…the only person he had met…wait…

"Sam…" he whispered seeing Mary's knowing smile. Slowly he shook his head feeling a ripple of pain run through his chest once more. "No," he added the pain beginning to increase again. "No, he's Adam's mate…" he winced as the pain rippled through his body making him convulse once more.

"I don't think he is," Mary exclaimed kissing the top of Dean's head and bringing her son into her chest. "When we left Adam's I noticed his scent had changed."

"Changed? How can it change?" Dean questioned.

"We believe Adam has been using your scent," John added sitting down on the end of the bed so that he could look Dean in the eye. "He has clearly been abusing that poor boy and we believe he has been doing it as you. Well smelling like you."

Dean frowned trying to process the information. "How the hell did he get my scent?"

"I don't know but I'm going to find out," John declared his eyes narrowing and his expression darkening. "We have to focus on you Ace, keeping you alive, my Alpha influence will only go so far. We need to get Sam away from Adam before his rejection kills you."

"Awesome."

…

"Tomorrow!" Sam declared his heart racing in his chest, he was staring at his mate like he had grown a second head. He couldn't have heard that right, there was no way Adam had just told him that their mating ceremony was going to be held in the pack lands in front of the whole pack tomorrow. He must have water in his ear, yeah that's it.

"Are you deaf as well as stupid?" Adam huffed annoyed his hand flexing at his side like he was trying not to lash out. "Yes tomorrow, seems mother has come to see our way of thinking and she thinks that there is no point in waiting. The crowning ceremony will be conducted at the same time so let's get this ball rolling aye Sammy!" he declared clapping his hands together.

"Don't call me Sammy," Sam said automatically then held his breath instantly. He had never spoken back against Adam like that before, many a times he had used the hated nickname and he had let it slide but now his mouth had betrayed him. Slowly he took a step away from his mate as his expression turned thunderous. The smile morphed into a sick grin and his hands clicked together in warning. He licked his lips and took a step closer to Sam who in turn started to back away further. He could see the moment the darkness took over, the moment where he went from this loving Alpha whose scent he couldn't get enough of to this dark monster that really was in control.

"Did you just say something?" Adam challenged his hands curling into fists as he stood face to face with Sam. He lifted his hands and placed them on the Omega's shoulders, he leaned closer so that his nose was pressing against the other man's like he was about to kiss him but Sam knew better. "Because I thought I heard don't come from your stupid mouth," his breath ghosted across Sam's face causing him to involuntary shudder. "What is the one word I hate?"

Sam swallowed, sweat broke out across his brow. "Don't," he stammered his fingers gripping the kitchen counter behind him. He desperately wanted a way out, to take back the words and go back to when Adam was happy. He liked it when he was happy because then he didn't hurt.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you," Adam declared his grin growing showing off his perfect white teeth. The sharpened edge of his canines visible.

"Don't," Sam repeated flinching when Adam slammed his hand down on the counter, cracking the marbled surface.

"Don't, Don't don't…I HATE THAT WORD!" he shouted his spit flying into Sam's face. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy when are you going to learn that your tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble. First I had to beat you for making eyes at my disgusting messed up brother, you know he isn't even a full wolf?" Adam's hand reached up to cup Sam's chin squeezing his lips together painfully. "Not like it matters Dean won't be around for much longer after we have completed our mating." He seemed to note Sam's shocked expression. "Oh did you not hear, my dear brother seems to have had a heart attack, not expected to make it through the night its why the mating has been moved up. Alpha is ready to name me as crown Alpha seeing as his eldest will not make it. So any thoughts you have had about him are useless, you're mine and you will have respect," Adam released Sam's chin and physically threw him into the side of the counter.

Sam yelled as his pelvis connected with the wood, he felt the bone snap and blood started to pour out of his side as he fell to his knees on the floor. Tears filled his eyes, tears from the pain or from sorrow he didn't know. Images of Dean flooded his mind, the beautiful man he had seen a week ago standing in this room tall and proud. Like the world didn't matter for him because he was a God. The man whose eyes had haunted his dreams and every waking moment. Whose touch had sent a fire straight to his groin that he had been too embarrassed about and had to sort out before Adam saw. He was meant to be getting mated and he was getting hard for another were. He knew that he was wrong and messed up, he couldn't risk Dean seeing just how much. He didn't need him telling his brother that he was mating a freak…an unfaithful messed up Omega who hated his Alpha. Who only stayed with him because the scent told him that they were meant to be.

The tears cascaded down his cheeks as Adam bent down to his level. He pursed his lips and held his hands in between his knees. His usually perfectly flat blond hair hung down in front of his face as a fire danced in his blue eyes giving a sense of the madness that really lay beneath the charm and the good looks. "Now look what you have done you crazy bastard," he huffed his eyes glaring down at the growing patch of blood. "At least it wasn't the face we don't want you hurting that when we are in front of the whole pack," he tutted pushing himself to his feet. "You best be on your best behaviour one slip up and I swear…" he shook his head and turned on his heels away from the crying Sam and the growing blood stain on the floor.

Sam cried for the pain, he cried for the loss and he cried for the life he was about to live. For the nightmare his life was about to become.

TBC (I hope you enjoyed and as always thank you to all those who left a review for the last chapter. It means so much to hear from you so thank you. Let me know what you think and I will see you all in Part Four!)