Dean's duffle was thrown on the bed with the contents spilling out onto the floor where it had been abandoned an hour ago. His boots was poking out from underneath his bed and his leather jacket was hanging haphazardly off of the doorknob. The whole room looked like a storm had hit, a storm called Sam.
The man in question was standing in the doorway staring at the mess he had just created, a red hue tinted his cheeks and his eyes were darting wildly in his head. He rubbed his hands over his bare forearms. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Two days ago he had fallen asleep in Dean's arms and he had not looked back since, every night they fell in together, Sam's head cushioned on the Alpha's chest his arms locked tight around him. They kissed and fooled around once more, Sam wanted more, he wanted to mate with the man but there was always that voice at the back of his head that stopped him. A voice that sounded like Adam…telling him he wasn't good enough, that all he would ever be is a sex toy or a hole to fill and a baby making machine. Omega's were made to be breed and seen not heard. His voice followed him around everywhere he went, the only time he could escape it was when he was in Dean's arms.
So when he had come into their bedroom and seen Dean's duffle sitting there mocking him, telling him that tonight he would be alone…he kind of flipped…or more like the duffle flipped. He desperately tried to put everything back into the right place but he didn't know how Dean liked it packed. Adam would always want the shirts placed on top of the jeans with the arms folded on the inside, no creases, his shoes would have to be placed in double plastic bags as he couldn't stand to get any mud on his pristine designer clothes. Tops to the right and trousers to the left. Sam tried to recreate this level with Dean's but when he realised that it wasn't clothes but weapons, ammo and his leather jacket, he was at a loss what to do.
Shaking Sam slowly lowered himself to the floor, his hands rubbed desperately at his arms. He could hear Adam's sneering, mocking voice in his head telling him that Dean was going to be pissed. He could almost feel the phantom punches on his skin for all the times he had messed up. He moved his hands up to his head to grip at his hair as his body began to rock. Adam's voice grew louder and louder, calling his name…mocking him what that nickname he despised. "Sammy…Sammy…SAMMY!" The voice increased in volume until he sounded like he was almost in the room with him.
"SHUT UP!" Sam shouted his fist flying out and connecting with something hard that cracked under the pressure.
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"Fuck," Dean groaned taking a step back with his right hand flying up to his nose to stem the bleeding. Yep broken…he stumbled backwards with his back connecting with the edge of the bed. Sam looked at him, his wild brown eyes dancing in his head clearly seeing something that wasn't there. Ok maybe walking up to his mate who seemed to be stuck in his head wasn't his best idea. He titled his head back to stop the flow of blood while he tried to keep his eyes locked onto the terrified form huddled by the door.
"Sam?" he called again, his voice nasally. Again no response. When he had walked into the house after having a word with his mother he didn't expect to be met with what looked like a bomb site. His duffle had been torn and thrown out of the door with his belongings scattered across the room. His favoured Colt 1911 was sticking out of the top draw of his wardrobe with the clip hiding underneath it. As soon as he saw his mate slowly rocking and mumbling to himself none of that mattered. All he cared about was the scared Omega.
He pulled his hand away from his face, smearing a line of blood across his cheek. His nose snapped back into position and he could feel the bone beginning to heal. "Sam?" he called again inching along the floor on his hands and knees slowly so not to startle the younger wolf. Still no response.
Dean unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt so that his collarbone was now revealed, he bared his neck to the right showing that although he might have been the dominate wolf he meant no harm. Instantly Sam's neck snapped to the left in response. Ok that was good. Something he should have done in the first place! Sam's nose lifted into the air seeming to have caught onto Dean's scent. His eyes stopped in its tracks and peered at the Alpha, a curious expression crossed his face. Slowly he began to unfurl from his position, his hands moved down from his hair and he blinked rapidly. Confusion and recognition flooded the hazel as he seemed to notice that Dean was now in the room.
"You with me?" Dean asked hesitantly reaching forward with his right hand.
"Dean?" Sam asked his voice sounding small and confused. Taking that as confirmation Dean closed in the space between them and tangled his hand with his mate's, bringing him into his chest. Sam's nose automatically snuggled into his exposed skin, taking in his scent. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…I tried to put it back…please…I'm sorry," he sobbed his body shaking.
"It's ok," Dean soothed pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead while mentally cursing his brother, how could he see someone as special as Sam as nothing more than a slave, a piece of meat. His wolf howled, he wanted blood for what had been done to his soon to be mate. He knew the feeling would get worse when they actually mated but that was an issue for later…or never. He just hoped that he wouldn't see Adam again, if he did he knew that one of them wouldn't be making it out alive…
"No…please…" Sam stammered.
"Sammy," Dean placed his free hand under Sam's chin and forced his head up so that their eyes could meet. "I don't care about the bag, I care about you," he whispered with a small smile on his face. "I was going to repack anyway you just saved me the bother," he joked seeing the ghost of a smile spread across Sam's cheeks. "What was with the redecorating?"
"I erm…" Sam tried to look down however Dean refused to break the connection. "I didn't want you to go. It's stupid…just…don't…"
Dean leaned down and captured Sam's lips with his own, he didn't need the Omega to say anymore. He could only imagine the horror that befell him if he ever displeased Adam, in fact he didn't want to imagine just in case he did actually lose control. He deepened the kiss and smiled when he felt Sam's tongue reach out tentatively towards his own. His own hands tangled into Sam's hair to which his mate climbed onto his lap his own arms wrapping around Dean's neck. He could feel his arousal push against his jeans as the scent of his omega flooded his senses. He wanted nothing more than to take the man there and then. To take him, mate him, breed him and show the world that he belonged to him. He could feel the wolf growl at the pleasure of that thought and slowly Dean pulled away. There was no way he was going to lose control, not when his omega was still fragile. He cleared his mind and tried to will away the straining tent in his trousers and desperately trying to ignore the similar one happening in the Omega's. He pressed his forehead to Sam's and for a moment both men seemed to content to just sit there.
"It's one night and I'll be back," Dean whispered his eyes looking down at their now joined hands. "I promise."
"I was just being stupid," Sam mumbled miserably.
"One thing you are not is stupid, I can't pretend to understand what…" he paused, even the mention of Adam's name caused his blood to boil. "If you want to talk I'm listening or mum, just as an option." Dean turned his attention over his shoulder to the mess that had been made of his bag, he shook his head and slowly let out a laugh. One that he was surprised to hear mirrored by the Omega. He captured the man's lips once more. How he had lived his life without the whirl wind that was Sam he had no idea.
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"It's only a night," Sam murmured watching the black Impala peel away after a truck. "It's only a night," he repeated standing in the driveway of the manor feeling lost. He felt like he had lost a part of him, like a part of his soul had been taken from his side and he wasn't sure what he could do to fill it. At least temporarily. "One night," he said one more time his eyes moving to the steps of the manor where Mary stood. She had a sombre expression on her face but smiled when she noticed he was looking at her, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She was worried. What did she have to be worried about? Dean said it was routine…John said they had done it many times before. Of course she was worried her mate and her child had drove off to go hunt some rogues that may be circling their land. Rogue wolves…Dean could handle it…though he couldn't shift…what if something happened? Oh god what if something happened….
He didn't realise he had begun to hyperventilate until he felt Mary's arm wrap around his shoulders. "It's ok sweetie, they know what they are doing, John will look after Dean I can feel that he will," she whispered. "It will be easier when you can feel Dean, you will be able to be with him wherever he goes," she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her heart. "Feel," Sam paused for a moment, he could feel love washing over him and reassurance, he could feel pride and the sense of adrenaline and he knew straight away that it was John. Mary moved his hand effectively closing the link between them. "See he won't let anything happen to Dean," she added whether this was to reassure herself or Sam he had no idea.
"Thanks," he whispered his eyes trailing to where the car had vanished a couple of minutes ago. It was one night he could do this…he could do this…he had gone years without Dean…one more night would make no difference…oh who was he kidding…he couldn't do this…
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Darkness had fallen, the cars had been parked under the security of the great willow that signalled the end of the Winchester land. The Impala's boot was propped open with the various weapons strewn across it. Machetes, silver knives, a sawn off shotgun, a Winchester rifle and the Colt 1911 lay before him, his arsenal against those who would do them harm. Rogues were the typical were's that horror films portrayed, those whose mates had died causing them to lose their minds, those who had been abandoned by their pack and left to fend for themselves and those who had a taste of human blood and craved more. They were the ones who gave their species a bad name and caused hunters to come a knocking. For the last hundred years the Winchester pack had a deal formed with a hunter organisation called The Men Of Letters. In this agreement they would keep to their lands and deal with their own rogues and the hunters would leave them alone. The occasional hunter would come asking for their advice, expertise and even once John had to assist on a hunt. It was this pact that kept their family and friends safe, it was this pact that meant every full moon eve they would leave the safety of their lands to patrol their border. A pact Dean would have to honour if and when he ever made Alpha.
Dean grabbed his Colt, he picked up a thick black cloth that was covering some form of velvet box. He peered behind him, his father was too busy shuffling out of his clothes he always hunted in wolf form. Noticing that he was occupied he pulled the cloth off, opened the lid revealing a branch of his wolfs bane. Hurriedly he crushed the plant in his hands and stuffed the leaves into the casing of his bullets. With one more check to see that his father was paying him no attention he pulled out a second box, this contained a special ammo clip complied entirely of silver. He picked up the silver with his free hand and sprinkled some wolfs bane into this and forced it into the gun. He threw the boxes into his duffle bag and closed the boot carefully. He pulled the safety off of his Colt and turned to wait for his father to be ready.
Silver, another weakness of the wolf and another thing that Dean could tolerate. He had found this out the other month when he picked up a silver knife by accident and his mother had freaked out. Of course he faked a reaction but really he had felt nothing. Later when he had been alone he had retrieved the blade again and this time held it for a good ten minutes and still there had been no reaction. He thought he should tell someone but then what good would it have been? He was already seen as a freak he didn't see a reason to give more fuel to that fire.
A black wolf padded to his side, he inclined his head and his light brown eyes sparked an unspoken question. Dean pulled his gun out in front of him and nodded slowly. The wolf of his father took the lead following his nose while Dean brought up the rear. His human form was weaker and slower but he had quick reflexes when it came to his weapon, at a young age his father had deemed it necessary that Dean learnt to shoot, to protect himself and his pack when they were at their most vulnerable. Meaning on a full moon when he was the only human around.
They walked the perimeter for a couple of moments while John seemed to scope out their surroundings. The wolf circled the same spot, his nose flat to the floor and his ears pressed back. All of a sudden his head jerked up, his eyes locked with Dean's before he took off in a sprint through the woods.
It seemed that his father had caught a scent, just when Dean wanted a nice quiet night. Sighing he broke out into a run trying to keep up with the wolf. It was going to be a long night…
TBC (Hey everyone, thank you so much for all your kind reviews and to those who read, I'm really enjoying writing this story and means a lot to me to hear that you are enjoying it too. Shorter chapter as had to split it into two. As always thanks for reading and reviews are awesome! See you all in Part Nine!)