Watching the dynamics of the Winchester family was interesting to say the very least. John sat at the head of the dinner table as per usual were traditions, Mary was at his right and Dean at his left with Sam beside him. However John leaned close to his wife and he never spoke down anyone who served them, his attention was focused completely on whoever was speaking and he genuinely seemed to care. All the attributes Sam had never seen in an Alpha before, with Adam it had all been about him, what he had done, what he had wanted, that he didn't like the food or the staff and him ordering new food to be made fresh within the hour because the other plate wasn't neat enough. But with John it was different and Sam wasn't sure what to make of it. He had no idea how he was meant to act or what to do so he went deep into default mode and chose to stay silent. He always got into less trouble when he didn't say anything…at least most of the time that was.

He carefully cut his steak, rare of course, and ate it as quietly as he could. Adam had always hated the sound of his chewing. It took him longer to eat but at least he could come out of it seemingly unscathed. He stared down at his plate listening to the Winchesters laughing amongst themselves. Dean kept shooting him small smiles every now and again and Sam could feel the young Alpha knock his knee against his own in what he presumed to be a comforting gesture.

"So Sam what do you do?" Mary's voice filtered through causing Sam to jump slightly. He mentally swore to himself and lifted his head to meet the trio stares. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and shifted nervously in his seat, he had no idea what they expected him to say…what did he do?

"Erm," he stammered. "I cook, clean…" he trailed off knowing that he was essentially describing the typical perceived image of an Omega. He watched Mary shoot John and Dean a knowing look. "I like to read," he added hoping to salvage the situation, he didn't want the Winchesters to think that he was worthless or good for nothing else but to be a house husband, the only thing Adam ever saw him as. "I tend to the garden as well."

"Ah…something that Ace here is useless at," John laughed breaking the tension in the room. "He tell you that everything he touches just dies."

"Hey not everything," Dean pouted placing his cutlery on the plate.

"Do you remember when you was ten and we gave you that cactus to look after?" Mary pitched in leaning forward as the plates were cleared away, her eyes connected with Sam's while a smirk crossed her face.

"Oh come on," Dean huffed throwing his arms in the air. "Sam don't need to hear about that."

"I…I…want…too," Sam stammered speaking without thinking, automatically he wanted to reply and beg for forgiveness if it wasn't for the smile that crossed Mary's face. "If that's ok," he added feeling like a small child asking for permission.

"He had it for about two days…"

"More like a week," Dean sighed.

"Defiantly only two, it was a week when you told us," John grinned leaning closer wrapping an arm around his mate's shoulder to which she snuggled into instantly.

"Well Dean wanted to prove that was responsible enough to go out of the pack lands on a trip with the other pups so we told him that if he could keep a cactus alive for a month then he could go." Mary continued. "After a week we went into his room to investigate and the cactus was pretty much cut in half, the soil was soaked, practically swimming in the pot and its needles were all over the floor. When we confronted him you know what he told us? That is was meant to look like that."

Sam felt a smile tug at his lips as his mate rolled his eyes. John and Mary were both softly laughing along with him and for once he felt like he was free, he felt comfortable.

"I was ten!" Dean argued.

"And a cactus is hard to kill yet you managed it Ace."

"It was possessed or something! Damn thing wouldn't stop attacking me."

"Seriously?" John chuckled.

"You mean you couldn't be bothered and thought watering it a months' worth all at once would save you time?" Mary joked.

"No…" Dean protested his eyes flicking between his parents. "Maybe…" he seemed to notice his parents raising their eyebrows at him. "Alright yes, I was fed up of being pricked every time so I thought why not, how was I supposed to know it didn't need watering? I got annoyed and might have accidently on purpose tore it in half."

Sam laughed, a full blown laugh, his cheeks started to hurt but he didn't care. The Winchesters laughed along with him or at him he wasn't sure which one and for once he didn't care. He didn't care if he was being judged, he didn't care if it wasn't his place, and all he was focused on was the petulant look on his mate's face.

"Then there was the mother's day roses, the lilies, and the tree in front of the Manor." John laughed.

"What tree?" Sam asked through his laughter.

"Exactly," Mary replied.

"Alright, alright," Dean murmured throwing his hands into the air in defeat. "Plants don't agree with me."

"More like you are the grim reaper to them," Sam muttered without thinking. Silence descended over them and Sam's heart started to pound. Oh god he shouldn't have made a joke…it wasn't his place….he had just insulted an Alpha…his Alpha.

"There's a sense of humour," Dean declared laughing, his arm fell down to rest on Sam's knee.

A smile crossed Sam's face as his heart began to pound at a more regular rhythm.

"We will make a Winchester of you yet," Mary smiled.

…

After dinner they had retired to the living room, which consisted of three sofas lined up together in front of a fireplace, a huge screen TV with a variety of consoles underneath, a full surround system and beside it was bookcases running the length of the wall filled to the brim. What wonders it contained Sam couldn't help but imagine however he knew that he wouldn't be allowed to touch. Adam never let him touch anything of value or importance, he barely trusted him with cooking utensils as it was he had to get someone else to do the chopping for him. On the walls behind the sofas was what appeared to be a family tree, with pictures of each member next to their name, Dean and Adam being the newest addition to it. There were so many wonders and new experiences in this one room and it made Sam sad to know he probably wouldn't be allowed to access any of it. He knew that after a while he would be confined to Dean's house, to go back to serving his Alpha like a good Omega should do.

"Where did you go?" Dean's voice whispered in his ear pulling Sam out of his thoughts. Slowly he turned his attention back to the room, he heard Mary and John deep in conversation while Dean's worried gaze was boring into the side of his head. "If you want to head back…"

"NO!" Sam shouted hurriedly. "I'm ok here…I mean if that's what you want…"

Dean eyes narrowed and his shook his head not saying anything else. Sam frowned had he just said the wrong thing? God had he messed this up already? He wanted to say something, anything to put that beautiful smile back on the young Alpha's face but the words failed to come. What if he said the wrong thing? What if he proved that he wasn't worth it? So instead he stayed silent, his eyes staring down at his hands and allowed the others to talk amongst themselves. How stupid was he thinking that he could just fit in…yes it had been easy at dinner…but now…now he couldn't help but dread the moment the curtain would drop. When his world would go back to the way he had only ever known, happiness never lasted in his experience.

…

Dean tried to tune into the conversation but he couldn't help but keep shooting worried glances towards his mate. He thought that they had turned a corner at dinner with that joke, he thought that maybe Sam would realise that he was safe here and free to be whoever he wanted to be. He was dying to reach out to him, he wanted to comfort him and show him that not all Alpha's were like his brother but he had no idea what Sam had experienced. He didn't want to add to it and he didn't want to panic the poor Omega anymore. There was so much they had to experience. So much he wanted to show the other man.

"You be ready to head out in a couple of days Dean?" John called out to him.

"Yeah should be," Dean replied, he had completely forgotten about that.

"Where…" Sam's small voice called out his head lifting so that his confused and watery hazel eyes stared at him. "I'm sorry," he trailed off.

"Where what?" Mary encouraged.

"Where are you going," Sam stammered his eyes dropping to his lap and his body physically flinching.

"Every month, the day before the full moon we go out and hunt," John replied leaning forward his eyes lighting up with the thought of a new hunt, he had always enjoyed it more than Dean had ever had. "It's a Pack Alpha's responsibility to make sure that their land and the surrounding areas are clear from any rogue wolfs or other threats. We find them and exterminate them for the good of the pack."

Dean noticed the moment panic flooded Sam's system. He moved closer to his mate and threw his shoulder over the back of the sofa, not quite touching the other man but close enough for his scent to hopefully give him a form of comfort.

"As crown Alpha Dean is expected to attend each hunt, when this pack is yours then it would be his responsibility to make sure that the land is protected. It's routine no need to worry about it," John continued shooting Sam a grin though Dean could feel that his words were doing nothing to calm the young wolf's nerves. "We will be away just for the night then be back in time for the full moon."

"Sam honey you can help me tend to the garden while the Alpha's are away," Mary said softly and Dean was glad for her intervention. He felt a small amount of tension melt away from his mate but not enough. There was something troubling him that was for sure. He didn't want to leave his mate after only just finding him, especially as they were still unmated, which was a conversation he wasn't looking forward to.

"I…" Sam stammered his attention focusing on Mary. "I'll like that."

Dean smiled, his hand squeezing Sam's shoulder gently. They still had a long way to go however he hoped that he would be able to bring the young wolf out of his shell. He knew that Sam was a beautiful person inside and out he just needed to find himself once more. With Dean by his side he just hoped that he would be able to help him.

…

Sam laid on his side on the huge bed, he bit his lip and tried to supress his tears. It was all too much, he had only just found his mate and he was going to leave him already. In a strange land…yes Mary was nice enough but he didn't know her not really. What if Dean never came back? Everyone was always quick to tell him how messed up Dean was, how he couldn't control his wolf how was he meant to go out and actively kill these rogues. Then those thoughts made him feel guilty, he shouldn't be doubting his own Alpha. If Dean knew…

He let out a sob and curled his legs up into his chest, he could feel the Alpha at his back. Both falling asleep facing the opposite way as neither one really knew how to act, well technically Sam had never fallen asleep. His traitorous thoughts never letting up.

He felt Dean shift behind him and he bit his lip trying not to make another sound. If he ever woke Adam then he would find himself being thrown off of the bed and being forced to sleep under it with no pillow or sheet to cover him.

"Sam?" Dean's soft groggy voice called out. Sam lay still hoping to feign sleep, his heart pounded fiercely and the tears continued to fall. He felt weak, he felt like a failure and he didn't want the Alpha to see him like this. He wanted Dean to remember the man who had cracked a joke not this pathetic shell he knew he really was. "Sammy?"

Sam buried his face into the pillow, he felt Dean's arm snake around his waist. Wordlessly the Alpha forced him to turn around and pulled him into his chest, Sam's head automatically buried into the crook of Dean's neck, shedding tears on the soft skin beneath him. Dean's right hand caressed his back sending shivers running along Sam's skin while his left hand ran through his hair. He didn't say a word, he seemed content to just lay there and allow Sam to cry out his anger, his sadness and his failure. Dean's lips pressed soft kisses to his forehead and his scent reached out to him. A feeling of love and home washed over him, he allowed his Alpha's scent to overwhelm him. The tears began to slow and he found himself sniffing Dean's neck and burrowing further into his body. He could get lost in the scent that belonged to his mate in fact he wished that he could. He wished that the rest of the world didn't exist and this was all there was because lying here in his Alpha's arms feeling his scent all around him was perfect.

"Better?" Dean whispered, his lips in Sam's hair.

"I'm sorry," Sam murmured into Dean's neck.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dean replied pressing another kiss to the top of Sam's head. "What was done to you…" he drew in a deep breath and Sam could hear the growl ripple through the Alpha's chest and it made his heart flutter to know that this was caused by the protective instincts of his wolf to protect his mate. "I don't know what you have been through…I don't pretend to know…you can talk to me…if you want to…I won't think less of you…You're my mate Sammy…"

"Thank you," Sam breathed lifting his head. He stared into Dean's eyes that shimmered even in the darkness that surrounded them. "Thank you for finding me," he added his hand reaching out and lying on top of Dean's chest over his heart. "I…I…thank you. I'm sorry for being a mess, I know you said I don't need to be but I do…I think I do…I need to be…does that make sense?"

"Not really," Dean laughed his arms tightening. "As long as it does to you."

"I don't think much does anymore, but it will. You'll be ok hunting…I mean….I don't…"

"I've done it many times Sammy, there's no better hunter than me and Dad trust me," he winked. "He lures it out and I have the silver bullet not much else to it. I'll come back to you. No matter where I go or what I do I will always come back to you. I know we haven't had much time but you are my home and I will spend every day of my life showing this to you. I will never allow anyone to hurt you again. You will be safe here, this is your home now."

A slow smile spread across Sam's lips. "I will try my best for you."

"I just want you to be you," Dean interrupted. "I don't care if you fuck up or if you are unsure. I fuck up more than most…look at that fucking cactus," he paused to shake his head and Sam let out a little chuckle. "I might not be the best, I'll make mistakes, we are only human…well…just wolfier."

Sam nodded his head, he sniffed the air once more and allowed Dean's scent to fill his senses. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips to his mate's. Dean kissed him back softly, their lips moved together in sync like they had been doing it for the whole of their lives. His arms tightened around him and Sam moved so that he was laying practically on top of the Alpha. He felt the man's arousal press against his boxers, his own showing his interest. Their lips continued to clash together, the kiss never deepening with neither man wanting to take it too fast. Sam ground his hips into Dean's and the man groaned into his mouth.

Feeling confidence flooding his veins Sam continued the movement, loving the sounds that he was causing to fall out of Dean's mouth. His own hands moved up to tangle in Dean's short hair, he was panting fuelled with power from the scent. He knew that they should probably stop but he didn't want to. Yes he might not be ready for anything else. He might not be ready to be mated but that didn't mean he couldn't have this.

He felt Dean's hand grasp at his boxers and it was his time to moan. His own reached for Dean and together in rhythm they began to move. Their lips never disconnecting, a few short tugs and it was all over. Sam spilled his seed over Dean's hand and a moment later Dean spilled his. They continued to kiss for a couple more minutes before they pulled apart.

Sam stared down at Dean, his lips were swollen and his green eyes were blown through his lust, his chest heaved and his scent signalled his orgasm. All in all the Alpha looked like some sort of God. He pressed another kiss to the man's lips before pushing off of him. He had no idea how everything had just spiralled into what just happened but he was glad it had. He reached down and grabbed the nearest shirt not caring whose it was. He wiped his own hand and passed it to Dean who did the same.

Dean had a massive grin on his face as he settled back down into the bed. He opened his arms and Sam gladly cuddled back into the man's chest, burying his head into the crook of his neck again. "That was good," he whispered not wanting to break the moment.

"That was fantastic," Dean agreed pressing a kiss to Sam's head. "You ok? That wasn't too soon…" he worried seeming to have forgotten that it was Sam who had instigated it in the first place.

"You know what, yeah I am…I'm good…" and for once in his life he actually meant it.

TBC (Oooo things are hotting up for our boys there! Hope you enjoyed and let me know what you thought! As always thanks for reading and reviewing, means so much to me to hear from you so thank you. See you all in Part Eight!)