"Get away from my mate," Dean growled his wolf in full control. He held Adam's fist in his right hand and he bent the appendage back until he heard a sickening crunch. All around him his pack gasped and he felt his mother get to her feet however he didn't care. The only thing he was focused on was the fact that his little brother was just about to hit his mate…that he had stolen his mate and attempted to make him his own just for the sake of a stupid title. He opened his mouth and a low rumble escaped his lips, his fingernails lengthened into claws showing how little control he really did have. "Get away…" he hissed.

"Or what?" Adam asked his eyebrow raising. "What are you going to do brother? What can you even do?"

Dean could feel his control slipping. He pulled Adam's hand back further, smiling as the other man let out a yell. He snarled bearing his teeth that had elongated, behind him he could feel the pack start to back away, every were knowing that when Dean wolfed out it was best to get the hell out of dodge. He pulled the wrist further back to the point where Adam's bone protruded through the skin. A dark chuckle rumbled out of his throat enjoying the pain he was inflicting. "Hope it was freaking worth it," he growled releasing Adam's hand and taking a step back. He could feel his mate staring up at him, he could hear his heart pounding fast whether this was through fear or adrenaline he had no idea.

"Dean, sweetie come here," Mary called out to him. He could hear her but his body refused to listen. The anger ran through his veins and he was its puppet, in his mind's eye all he could see was the many marks littering Sam's skin, the haunted look on his face and the fact that he had been inflicted to the torture. He growled once more taking a step towards his brother who was laughing at him on the floor. "Dean!" he heard her call again but it fell on deaf ears.

"GO ON DEAN RUN BACK TO MUMMY!" Adam yelled pushing himself to his feet. He flexed his wrist as his skin knitted across the exposed bone so that it was like nothing had ever happened. "THAT'S WHAT YOU DO BEST DON'T YOU BIG BROTHER. YOU HIDE BEHIND OUR PARENTS LIKE THE PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A WERE THAT YOU REALLY ARE! CAN'T EVEN SHIFT!" Adam laughed. A rumble tumbled out of his mouth as his nose started to elongated, fur sprouted across his skin and his two feet turned into four. In a blink of an eye a sandy blond wolf was standing right where Adam had been previously. His teeth were bared and his blue eyes shone brightly.

"ADAM!" John shouted the Alpha tone clear in his voice. "Shift back now," he declared.

Make me Adam's voice echoed in their heads as he projected his thoughts. The wolf lowered his body his eyes locked onto Dean, drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth as he snarled deeply. Dean felt an answering growl well up inside of him.

"Please…" Sam's thoughts broke through the angry fog that was Dean's brain. "Please don't do this, I can't handle anymore." He sounded broken and close to tears. Slowly Dean could feel his wolf begin to respond to the needs of his mate's, the anger began to subside, his claws and teeth retracted. He felt like he had control for the first time in his life. Drawing in a deep breath he took a step back so that he was at his mate's side, his eyes staying focused on Adam the whole time. He leaned down and offered his hand which was now completely human. He felt Sam reach up for him gingerly and slowly pull himself to his feet. Not releasing the man's hand he turned to face the wolf that was his brother.

"You're not my brother," Dean said watching his parents step down from their place at the head of the pack to stand by his side. His mother wrapped her arm around his waist while his father stood slightly in front in case Adam decided to try anything. "You're a monster."

Me a monster? Dear brother we are all monsters here. Why don't you wake up and think with your wolf for once…oh wait I forgot you can't. You're an abomination, you won't be able to lead this pack, who wants an Alpha who can't protect himself? Adam growled his front left paw running through the grass.

"Adam for shifting on my land without permission I hereby exile you from this day forward. You are to stay on your lands and not set foot near Dean or Sam. As your Father I command it, as your Alpha I authorise, for this is what I decree, any opposed speak now." John spoke up his eyes looking from one were to the other but no one disagreed. "You are not my son and I withdraw your right to this pack and to the title as Crown Alpha."

NO! Adam screeched leaping towards Dean. THIS PACK WILL BE MINE his jaws opened wide and his claws flexed ready to make the killing blow. I CHALLENGE YOU DEAN TO THE TITLE!

…

One minute there had been a hand in his and the next it was replaced by a giant paw. Two wolves collided with each other, their jaws snapping and their claws ripping through fur. Blood started to pour but it didn't deter the two men. Sam stood their transfixed watching the brother's struggle against each other. John and Mary were standing back ready to intervene, shocked expressions were on their faces which the rest of the pack mimicked.

Adam's wolf drew back, blood poured from a wound on his neck and blood dripped from his front canines. His blue eyes glowered and it was clear he was just as shocked as the rest of wolves were. Standing tall in front of Adam was the most beautiful wolf Sam had ever seen. His fur was a snowy white with flecks of silver running through the tips, he was a bigger wolf than Adam and his emerald green eyes held a passionate fire. The eyes were as enchanting as a wolf as they are on the human.

The white wolf was standing directly in front of Sam, his body was low to the floor and an animalistic snarl rumbled out of his throat. His teeth were bared threatening the sandy wolf to try and make a move. Sam wanted to reach out, to touch the soft white fur and to pull the wolf back to him. He wanted to run upstairs and hide away from the rest of the world with the wolf curled around him, he wanted the safety and security he hoped would come from his new found mate. He didn't want to lose him before he even had a chance to get to know him properly. Adam would never give up his claim until he or Dean was dead, through the bits and pieces he had overheard Dean couldn't control his wolf like Adam could which spelt out danger right there. This was all a trap…

"No," Sam stammered the word sounding foreign on his tongue. He took a step forward so that he was standing beside the white wolf, ignoring the blood gushing out of a wound on his back left leg. "No," he reiterated reaching down to run a soft hand through the fur. His eyes locking on the stormy blue of the sandy wolf.

I hate that word! Adam boomed snapping his teeth towards Sam who was pushed to the side once more by his mate. I thought I had beaten some respect into you! An omega as pretty as you should be seen not heard besides all you are good for is breeding. Why I am not surprised my brother gets a pretty little sex toy…

Dean howled, pushed Sam to the ground and leapt towards Adam. His teeth sunk into the other wolfs neck before being thrown off. Adam's claw raked the side of Dean's face splitting the skin around his right eye, not giving the wolf time to recover he leaned down and sank his teeth into the bite mark on Dean's leg. Dean howled, his blood gushed out through Adam's teeth.

"NO!" Sam screamed fear running through his veins. Heat rose through his body along with an undeniable anger, something he hadn't felt in over six months. He felt his bones beginning to break and fur erupted across his skin. When he landed on all fours without thinking he leapt towards Adam, his teeth imbedded into the wolf's back causing him to release Dean's leg in surprise. His teeth sank down harder as his eyes locked onto the shocked green of his mates. He swung his body to the left to avoid Adam's frantically waving claws. One slashed at his left shoulder however he didn't release. All he cared about was getting the wolf away from Dean. He had just found his chance of breaking free there was no way he was going to lose it.

Adam snarled shaking his back, Sam released his grip and jumped back as the sandy wolf turned on him. His eyes were blazing and there was a murderous look on his face. Without hesitation Dean jumped on Adam, his teeth closing in around his brother's neck and forcing the wolf underneath him. Dean's paws pinned Adam by his head and his teeth was still in his skin. His kind green eyes were hard and unforgiven, no sign of the human that he used to be. Sam could see that he wolf was in full control.

Sam shifted back and stood to his full height, naked in front of the Alpha and the whole pack though he didn't care. He rounded the two wolves on the floor and slowly knelt down beside his mate. Dean growled at him and his teeth sank deeper into Adam's neck showing that he was mere moments from ripping the other wolf's head off. "Dean you're not like him," he said softly, his shaking hand reaching out to run through the white fur. "You're not a killer." He felt the wolf growl in warning however this didn't deter him. "I don't' know how but I feel like I know you. I feel like I have been waiting for you the whole of my life, please don't throw that away…I want to get to know you…I want you…you're my mate…You. Are. My. Mate," those words had never felt so great to say.

Dean's eyes lifted up to look at him while his teeth released Adam with a wet pop. Understanding flooded the green as the wolf took a back seat. Dean took a step back from the other wolf, blood dripped out of his mouth and his left leg was lifted up. He nudged his head against Sam's hand and playfully licked at it. Smiling Sam stroked the wolf between his ears. Relief flooded through his system.

Adam shifted back, his human form laying naked and bleeding on the floor. "Leave my lands and never come back," John declared standing in front of Sam and Dean. "If I see you again I will kill you, blood or no blood."

Mary smiled at Sam, her watery blue eyes drifting down to her wolf son. "Come Dean lets go somewhere where we can change you back," she said softly gesturing for the wolf to follow.

Dean licked at Sam's hand once more encouraging him to follow which he done gladly. Leaving John and the rest of the pack to deal with Adam.

…

Sam stared down at the white wolf laid out on the bed, his leg was hanging off of the edge and it was already starting to scab over. Mary had led the couple inside and up to one of the guest bedrooms as apparently Dean's place was too far away. As soon as they entered the room Dean had hopped up onto the bed and closed his eyes to which Mary explained that as he wasn't a usual were he couldn't shift when he wanted, he didn't have the control to flick between one form and the other. The only way for him to shift back was to wait until he had fallen asleep and then let his body change naturally. Apparently for him to shift to a wolf on instinct like that was almost impossible, that explained the shocked looks. She had offered to stay and watch over him until he woke but Sam had politely refused. He wanted to be the one to protect his mate when he was his most vulnerable as Dean wouldn't wake until he had fully shifted back to human.

So here he was…sitting in a stranger's room…in a strange pack land…with only an unconscious wolf for company. How his life had changed dramatically in the space of a week. He scrubbed a hand across his face as he sank down in the chair near the bed. He reached his hand out and stroked the wolf between the ears needing the comfort. He could feel peacefulness and content wash over him. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips as he stared down at the man who he would come to know as mate. The beautiful and enchanting male that had stolen his attention the moment he had first laid eyes on him.

…

A few hours passed, outside Sam could hear the shouting of John and Adam, the various growls of other pack members and the sound of chairs being stacked. He could hear snippets of conversation, people gossiping about Adam and how they knew he had always been trouble. Others talking about how Dean managed to shift like that and a few questioning what the Winchester's knew about Sam himself. Well Sam could say the same thing the other way around, the only experience he had ever had was with Adam, he didn't know much else about the other Winchesters.

A soft sigh from the bed drew Sam's attention, he pulled his hand back as a faint glow framed Dean's silhouette. The hair began to recede and his limbs stretched out in front of him, his snout decreased in length and the hair on his head turned from white back to dirty blond. The scab on his left leg cracked and fell off leaving fresh new skin underneath. The cut above his eye vanished leaving no signs of the fight he had been in earlier. When he was done shifting Dean's let out a groan and flipped onto his stomach, his hands reaching up underneath his pillow. And he was naked.

Sam flushed bright red, he felt like he should advert his eyes but he found that to be physically impossible. Dean's muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat from the change, his bum was perfectly rounded and staring up at him and the curve of his spine dipped in at all the right places showing off his athletic body. Just looking at the Alpha caused heat to roll in Sam's belly, he could almost feel the drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth, just the impression he wanted to make to his mate. His hand longed to reach out and touch but his head stopped him from doing so. He had barely had a conversation with the guy…He dropped his eyes at that thought, god what was he doing…he went from one man's bed to another…someone he didn't even know…his real mate…what if he was like Adam? What if the whole show was a front? God what if he was worse? Sam knew he couldn't handle going through that again…no he would rather die.

Pushing back the suffocating fear he lifted his head and almost fell off of his chair as his eyes locked onto confused green.

…

First thing Dean was aware of was the bed underneath him, huh, last thing he remembered he was outside. The second thing was that he was so very naked. The third…that he wasn't alone. His eyes fluttered open, immediately noticing that Sam was sitting beside him with his eyes in his lap seemingly lost in his own head. He furrowed his brows as he tried to piece together his patchy memory. He remembered being outside and Sam acknowledging the fact that they were mates, he remembered the pain and heart ache going away…he remembered Adam threatening Sam…Quickly he flipped his body and sat up in bed drawing Sam's fearful attention towards him.

"You okay?" Dean asked his eyes checking Sam for any kind of injury. He noticed that he favoured his right shoulder more than his left and that his previously white shirt had flecks of blood on it.

"Me?" Sam asked.

"Unless there's someone else in the room," Dean joked subtly making sure that there wasn't in fact anyone else around. Many a times he had woken up in this sort of position with his mother leering down on him, fussing and checking him for every little scratch or bruise he may have.

"Err no," Sam replied confused.

"Is that a no to someone else or no to be okay?"

"The first one." Sam said nodding slowly. "I wasn't the one who almost had his leg torn off," he mumbled as an afterthought, if Dean was completely human he knew he wouldn't have been able to hear him.

"Huh," Dean replied looking down at his legs, he moved the right then the left checking them both for any signs of injury, apart from the pink hue of new skin he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Shrugging his shoulders he turned to his side and placed his hand underneath his head so that he could see Sam's full profile. The man was blushing fiercely and his eyes were roaming around the room, looking anywhere apart from at him. He smirked as he bent his right leg and let his left hang off the edge of the bed. Sam blushed harder and Dean could see him taking a look through his hair. "You okay Sammy boy?" he winked.

"Don't…" Sam started to say but stopped himself. Whatever he was going to say died on his tongue as he finally looked up at Dean. Their eyes connected and slowly Sam's gaze fell below Dean's waist where he was still completely naked. His blush deepened but there was an intense look of lust crossing over his face.

Dean smiled, this was going to be fun getting to know Sam.

TBC (Hey everyone, hope that was alright, was a hard chapter to write for some reason. Anyways thanks to those who review and to you who read, you mean the world to me. See you all in part six)