"Duck," Dean shouted to which the hunter turned to peer behind him giving the were the opening he needed. Without hesitation his right hand reached for the gun, his fingers wrapping around the barrel forcing it away from his forehead. He felt the hunter squeeze the trigger, a shot rang out and intense pain rippled through his left arm. He groaned as he battled through the pain pulling the berretta from the hunter's fingers and throwing it the floor beside the unconscious form of the first intruder who had passed out from blood loss.

The hunter yelled, his fists flying into Dean's face who stumbled back upon impact. Blood poured out of the wound in his arm and his nose crunched under the punch. Another fist came flying in his direction but this one he managed to dodge. The hunter rounded on him, he pulled out a silver blade out of the waistband of his jeans, and the edge glinted in the moonlight. He twirled it in his hand with a malicious smile crossed his face.

"I'm going to enjoy this wolf boy," the hunter grinned.

Dean spat blood onto the ground and straightened his back, he ignored the throbbing in his arm and nose. He ignored the sounds of the left behind pack sobbing. His eyes narrowed towards the man as he let out a low growl. He could feel his wolf begin to stir inside of him, the smell of his own blood causing it to awaken. He could feel the pull of the moon for the first time in his life, he felt alive.

Grinning Dean side stepped the twirling blade, he threw a punch that connected with the hunter's jaw watching his head snap to the side. He kicked out his right foot winding the man. He took a step closer and felt the hunter's blade slice into his shin. His leg gave way and more of his blood was spilt on the ground. The hunter laughed as he recovered straightening to his full height in front of him.

"Oh Dean," the man said through his laughter tapping the blade against the palm of his hand. "I was told it would be easy pickings but this…come on…give me a challenge," he leaned down and retrieved his previously abandoned gun.

"Who are you?" Dean asked attempting to stand to no avail.

"I'm the hunter who is going to put you down but you can call me Walker. Gordon."

Dean frowned "Nope sorry dude never heard of you," he smirked hoping to buy himself some time. He could already feel his body attempt to knit together the torn muscle in his shin. His arm was a different matter, he was almost one hundred percent sure that the bullet was either made of silver or had flecks encased inside.

"I've heard all about you, the were who can't shift, the one wolf who is human on a full moon…you have got to know how funny that is," the hunter chuckled his hands grasping onto the scruff of Dean's shirt forcing him to stand on his mending shin. "When I was handed this case even I thought that it was too good to be true but here we are." He placed the silver blade under Dean's throat. "Enough talk, I will ask you again…any last words…"

Dean smirked. "Yeah duck."

"Like I would fall for that again."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Dean shrugged as a flash of brown fur leapt into his vision, colliding with Gordon's back.

The blade sliced across Dean's throat, not deep enough to sever an artery but enough for blood to start pouring through his fingers. He was dropped to the floor in the hunter's surprise. Placing his hands around his throat he crawled backwards until his back connected with the porch steps, watching as the wolf that was his father attack the hunter before the dark spots in front of his vision took him under.

…

Sam sprinted through the woods as fast as he could, every moment that passed he could sense less and less of Dean. He hoped that it was because he was getting closer and not because…no he wouldn't even entertain that thought. John had disappeared in a blur of fur ahead of them while Mary kept a steady pace with Sam. He could feel her fear or was it his own?

As they pushed through the clearing that signalled the end of the forest perimeter, the sound of snarling and angry howls could be heard. John was standing over a man who was lying face first in the gravel, his hands were trying to grasp hold of what looked to be some sort of blade but a heavy paw on his wrist stopped him in his tracks. His head was pushed to the side with John's drool dripping onto his cheek. His teeth were inches away from the man's skin and it was clear he was toying with the man rather than going in for the kill. Or maybe he hadn't made his mind up of what he wanted to do yet. Beside them another man was groaning seeming to have just regained consciousness, he had a pool of blood around him and he was clutching at his arm for dear life.

Mary came to a stop beside him and her hitched breath and desperate sob had him turning his attention towards the manor. With no hesitation he ran towards the steps where his mate was laying. Dean's head was tilted to the side and his eyes were shut, his chest heaved with every breath and there was blood everywhere…there was so much blood. Sam nuzzled his mate's neck trying to rouse him however all he succeeded in doing was getting his fur drenched in his blood. The open wound across his throat oozed along with the one on his shoulder and his shin. His clothes were saturated and there was a thick smell of silver floating through the atmosphere. Dean's body was limp and lifeless.

Sam bit lightly at the Alpha's throat and still there was no reaction. He could taste the blood in his mouth needing to supress the intense feeling of nausea that was creeping up on him. His tongue flicked out licking at the cut on Dean's throat, his saliva helping his body to close the wound. Slowly the skin began to knit together leaving a faint scar which would soon fade over time, he hoped. However Dean's blood continued to pour out from his shoulder and by scent alone Sam could tell that he had a silver bullet stuck inside, a bullet that would be slowly poisoning him.

'Dean!' Sam exclaimed feeling the sob wrack through his body. He nudged his head underneath Dean's prone form, forcing the Alpha's arm to wrap around his chest though the grip was slack. 'Hold on' he instructed to which he got no response. Gritting his teeth he pushed his body up attempting to pull his mate onto his back to no avail. 'Dean please hold on, I will get you help, you will be fine' he soothed mentally hoping that his mate would be able to hear him and not the growing panic that was rising with every moment the other man was unconscious. 'I can't lose you, I won't. Hold on my Alpha' he added mentally submitting his best omega pheromone hoping that it would help to rouse the Alpha inside of Dean.

…

In front of him the rest of the pack began to arrive through the woods pausing to drink in the sight. John still had the hunter pinned down and Mary had by now pounced on the other one though both of their attentions were focused solely on Dean. Sam could feel them both holding their breaths seeming to think the worst. No there was no way that was going to happen, the Dean he had come to know in this short amount of time wouldn't give up that easily, he was a fighter and a simple silver bullet wasn't going to take him down.

Sam growled protectively as a were came too close, he stepped in front of his mate and his hackles rose his whole body on high alert. Dean's arm was still loosely wrapped around his middle and this constant weight grounded him, as long as he could still feel him the man wouldn't be able to leave him. The were bowed its head in submission but still continued to come too close. Sam growled louder, he had no idea who the man was and he had no interest in finding out. No one was getting to his mate again not without going through him first. He knew he shouldn't have left his side and now if…when Dean pulled through he was going to have a constant Sam shadow attached to him.

Sam eyes flashed dangerously and he was about to snap out a warning to the wolf when he felt a small tugging at his fur. Instantly his attention snapped down to his mate whose eyes were open slightly although he seemed to be struggling to remain awake. His hand pulled at the fur again and in response Sam knelt. Dean tugged his still bleeding arm under his chest and forced his body to lay on top of Sam. His cheek pressed into the back of Sam's neck and his breath puffed through his fur. He could feel the Alpha's heart beating against his back and it helped to soothe the tension in his own body.

'Dean?' he questioned turning his head to see that his mate's eyes were still open. 'We need to get you help.'

'No,' Dean's voice was weak in his head though the power behind the Alpha command was still strong. 'Just run' he added his hand twisting in Sam's fur to the point where it was almost painful. He could feel Dean's blood dripping down into his fur and he knew he was going to need one hell of a shower before he shifted back.

'What? No we need to get you help…'

'Trust me.'

'Dean…'

'Sammy run' with those words the Omega sighed. He made sure that his mate was tucked safely on his back, his eyes connected with Mary's and with a small nod at her concerned gaze he turned his attention towards the woods where he had previously come from. He felt his feet begin to move, Dean's grip tightened on his fur as he leapt through the trees.

He wasn't sure where he was running to but he didn't care. He felt free. He felt the worry leave his body as he let the full moon guide him. Dean's body was pressed tight into his back and he felt his mate's fingers become slack though he was still conscious. He could feel the flow of blood began to decrease and he knew that Dean's body was beginning to do the work and start to heal.

…

Sam ran as fast as he could, jumping over the branches and racing through the trees never feeling as alive as he did in that moment. He came into a clearing, giant trees loomed above them, their leaves falling gently to the floor signalling the start of autumn. There were four trees in total with their branches twisting around each other creating a canopy. Moonlight streamed down through the gaps and illuminated the forest floor making the clearing look romantic and enticing. Making a quick decision Sam padded towards the trees and knelt down allowing Dean the chance to roll off of his back himself.

Dean did so clumsily landing on his injured shoulder letting out a groan. He pushed himself up on his good arm and pressed his back against one of the tree trunks his hand pressing tightly on the still bleeding wound. He sucked in a deep breath as his eyes connected with Sam's wolf ones.

How Sam wished he could be human in this one moment, how he wanted to wrap his arms around his mate and never let him go. How could this have happened? How could have hunters penetrated their safe haven? What happened to their deal they were supposed to have? There were so many questions running through his head that he had to push to the side. Nothing mattered more right now then the man in front of him.

'I think the bullet is still inside your shoulder' Sam declared worriedly padding up to the man's side and sniffed at the wound. The scent of silver was increasing. How Dean was still conscious after this level of poisoning was a mystery in itself. 'We should go back get someone to get it out, you need help.'

Dean shook his head shifting his back so that he was sitting up properly. "I'm fine," he said his voice echoing throughout the trees.

'You have silver in your arm and you expect me to believe you are fine' Sam rolled his eyes his snout nudging at Dean's hand making the Alpha move it away from the wound. Blood was still dripping but not as fast as it had been. The wound itself looked red raw and there was a sheen of yellow to it indicating the presence of silver infecting him. He leaned forward as if to lick it when Dean's good hand reached out and grasped hold of his tongue stopping him mid movement.

"Not a good idea Sammy," Dean chuckled releasing Sam's tongue moving to scratch him between his ears. "Silver remember," he added.

'We need to get it out' Sam declared stifling the urge to kick his back foot…no matter how good the petting was.

Dean sighed pulling his hand away he pointed down to the thick leather bound holster strapped to his leg. "Can you pull it off?" Slowly Sam's jaws lowered and his teeth bit into the straps that held it into place. He yanked and the holster gave way, the straps ripping in the process. He carefully placed it into Dean's lap and sat back curious to see what the man was going to do with it. "Good boy," Dean teased and if Sam had been human he would have flipped his mate off. With his good hand Dean unfurled the leather and pulled open the zip. He reached in and retrieved the handle of a wicked looking silver blade.

'Wait no…' Sam exclaimed in horror moving to rip the weapon out of his mate's hand however a stern look from the Alpha held him in place. 'You can't cut it out! We need someone who can help…a doctor…someone…' he rambled watching his mate press the tip of the blade against his open wound. 'DEAN!' he shouted as Dean pushed the blade into his shoulder. His face scrunched up in pain and sweat began to bead on his brow. His whole body was shaking and it was a wonder that he wasn't doing himself anymore damage with that blade. He rotated it with grunts of pain falling out of his lips along with more blood, it was a wonder the Alpha had any more blood left to lose.

"Fuck!" Dean shouted his movements pausing for a moment and his green eyes going glassy. He looked like he was going to pass out at any given minute however it seemed to pass and it wasn't long before he continued to dig. Sam wanted to stop him, he wanted to place his jaws around Dean's wrist and refuse to let go until he dropped the weapon but the omega side of him wouldn't let him. Sometimes he hated being an Omega and bending to every whim of his Alpha.

"ALMOST COME ON!" Dean shouted adrenaline seeming to flood through his system. He twisted the blade once more and with a pop he pulled it out and the silver bullet dropped into his lap. Sam expected to see smoke or something pour out of the wound but there was nothing. A few more droplets of blood escaped before the wound closed of its own accord. Soon all that was left to show what had happened was Dean's blood soaked clothing.

Dean lifted his hand up and wiped away the sweat that covered his forehead and he grinned at Sam. His other hand reached down and picked up the silver bullet. He held it up to the moonlight and seemed to be inspecting it but all Sam could focus on was the fact that his mate was touching silver…with his bare hands…and nothing was happening…

Sam frowned and sat back. 'Something you want to tell me?' he asked feeling like an idiot of making a big scene about needing help.

Dean at least had the decency to look sheepish. "Errr surprise?" he answered shrugging his shoulders and trying his best to look cute and innocent.

'You can withstand silver?'

"Remember what I said about being a freak?" Dean snorted turning the bullet over in his hand. "See why I wanted to get away? The pack can't know about this."

'Why not? This isn't something you should hide! Does Mary know about this? Does Alpha? For god's sake Dean for all they know you could be dead!' Sam shouted seeing Dean wince at the intensity of his voice inside of his head.

"I'm already the freak…they don't need to know…I'm trusting you Sam…they can't know."

Sam sighed feeling the fight drain out of him, was there anything he could deny his Alpha? Slowly he nodded and lowered himself to the floor and placed his head in his paws in defeat. There was no use arguing with Dean not when he thought the man was going to die. 'Next time you get shot you can carry your fat ass through the woods,' he grumbled hearing Dean chuckle in response.

"Deal," Dean replied flexing his arm seeming to be satisfied at the movement he had. He reached down and pulled off his now ruined top throwing it on top of the blade he had placed on the nearest tree trunk. His eyes peered down at the wound which was now a small pink hole, a scar to match the one on his neck. The glow of the moon increased in brightness and seemed to radiate towards Dean, bathing his skin in the light.

Sam's breath caught in his throat as he pushed his head up. His eyes roamed the length of Dean's body, he could feel heat begin to roll throughout his body as intense need washed over him. His thoughts turned towards how he could have lost his Alpha, how it would have been easier if they could communicate with one another without having to be within touching distance. He had almost lost his mate twice before they had even mated. No more…He was done with waiting…

He growled and pushed himself to his feet. He stepped closer to Dean who was staring at him with a confused expression on his face. Sam felt the moonlight on his face as the heat continued to rise inside of him. All of sudden he was standing naked in front of Dean on his own two feet.

Dean's eyes moved down and seemed to scrutinise every inch of Sam's body, his pupils dilated and lust crossed his face. Sam smirked and cocked his leg to the side giving the Alpha a fuller view. How he managed to shift before sunrise he had no idea but he wasn't going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. All he was concerned about was making the man in front of him his.

"I think we have waited long enough," Sam declared crossing the distance between them and crashing his lips against the other mans.

TBC

(I'm sorry! I never planned to leave it there but this chapter was getting too long! I want to say thank you to all those amazing reviews and the support you guys have been giving it means the world to me so please keep it coming. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter where the much awaited mating will happen ;). See you all in Chapter thirteen unlucky for some but not for our Winchesters!)