The night sped by in the headlights, the road continuously spreading out in front of them taking them to a place that neither the Alpha nor the Omega knew. Missouri was a silent present in the backseat just occasionally shouting out directions when needed. Dean was a silent present behind the wheel, his right hand controlled the wheel effortlessly like the car was an extension of himself, while his left cupped his cheek where his elbow rested on the window. His eyes were staring out in front of him though it was clear his mind was miles away. Sam wanted to call out to him, to comfort him but he didn't know where to start. His mate had been forced away from his home, his family, his parents and his birth right. He had been accused of murder that he didn't commit and one that was purely unintentional. Dean's whole life had been thrown into turmoil something that Sam himself knew too well. His life with Adam had been a living nightmare. Just when he thought he had found happiness and security this happens. Looking at his mate all he could help but feel was grateful that they had the chance to be together to be whole. He had his Dean back and he's never going to let him go.

Sam turned his attention out of the window sensing the Alpha becoming uncomfortable about the staring. Trees ran the length of the road blocking off the view of any upcoming scenery that there may be. They had left Kansas ages ago, hours…maybe…he didn't know hadn't been keeping track of the time. To him the road seemed endless. He preferred his four legs personally but seeing Dean in his car, he had never seen the man so content and at home even under these circumstances.

"Right here," Missouri called out to which Dean followed on auto pilot. He steered the path down a concealed dirt path through the trees. A sign loomed above them saying welcome to Sioux Falls, they had made it to South Dakota apparently, huh, and when did that happen. "Keep going," Missouri continued to direct, apart from her occasional input the car remained silent.

The road before them turned into gravel with the car tires bouncing along the road, Dean visibly winced at what sounded like a heavy stone bashing into the front bumper. The Impala wasn't built for roads like this it appeared. After a minute the road split into two one road continued down towards a main road while another one led along yet another gravel path. Missouri directed Dean towards the latter which he followed reluctantly. The look on Dean's face every time a loose rock hit the car was like he was being hurt himself. Sam had no idea just how much the man loved his car, he guessed that because he didn't get the chance to appreciate what it is like to run as a wolf he used the Impala as a replacement for that feeling of speed and adrenaline.

The car continued down the road until a wooden doorway loomed above them, an old weathered sign hang down in the middle with the words 'Singer Salvage Yard' written on it. Sam had no idea who this Singer might be, he just hoped that he would be able to help his mate. Dean pulled the Impala into the drive stopping by a front porch. The house itself loomed above them, the paint work was peeling and it looked like it had been years since someone had done any maintenance on it. There were no lights on and for intents and purposes it looked like it was abandoned. Behind the house lay a scrap yard littered with cars towering high, most had been crushed with spare parts thrown into a pile beside it while others sat on the ground stripped of all that had once been inside of it. Dean's eyes focused on this wreckage before he turned in his seat to face Sam. His mouth was set in a tight line and there was a sadness deep in his eyes. Without saying a word Sam reached forward and entwined his hand with his mates hoping to provide him what little comfort he could. This one gesture caused the other man to smile softly though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't just sit there gawking all day boy!" Missouri's voice called out from the back as she pushed the door open. Sam sighed pulled Dean's hand up to his mouth pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He released his Alpha's hand and as one they pushed open their doors following the woman up to the doorway.

The door was open a crack with a suspicious pair of eyes staring out at them. The eyes looked at each of them in turn before opening the door enough so that they could enter. "He didn't bring the shotgun that's a good sign," Missouri commented cheerfully making her way into the stranger's house. Sam's eyebrows raised at the shotgun comment to which Dean merely shrugged his shoulders and followed the woman. Sam looked up at the house once more, what could possibly go wrong? It's not like they probably had a trail of hunters after them not to forget the were council. Drawing in a deep breath he followed the pair into the house with the door slamming shut behind him.

…

"Why should any of this be my problem?" the older man huffed his eyes never straying from Dean's face though he wasn't the one that was speaking. He had an old baseball cap on his head shielding his piercing glare though this just made him look the more suspicious. He had tuffs of greying hair poking out of the bottom showing that he didn't seem to care too much about personal grooming. He was wearing a plaid t-shirt with some suspect stains on with a grey top underneath, his jeans had various holes and stains. The guy looked like some kind of hermit and that was evident by the mess that was his house. Books littered every corner, there was piles on the desk, on the counters along with empty take out cartons, everywhere Dean looked there was some kind of mess. This place was a far cry from his own cottage making him miss home even more. He just hoped that his parents were going to be alright, he couldn't bear it if something happened to them because of a stupid mistake he had made.

"I'm calling in a favour Bobby," Missouri declared sitting down in the chair that the older man seemed to have previously vacated. "You're not too old for my spoon," she threatened holding out a wagging finger towards the man. "Because I love seeing the look on your face," she continued having an apparent one way conversation.

The older man sighed throwing his hands into the air and sitting down on the sofa in front of the woman though his eyes still continued to stare at Dean and Sam and back again. His eyes lingering on the omega for longer causing Dean to take a step in front of his mate subconsciously. "How do we know we can trust him?" Dean questioned feeling uncomfortable.

"Ditto," the older man declared leaning forward.

"You can't but you both can trust me," Missouri replied ignoring the growing testosterone in the room. "Alpha's," she declared rolling her eyes at Sam.

"HEY!" Dean and Bobby shouted at the same time frowning at one another. Great another Alpha to contend with that's just what Dean needed, to be on another Alpha's land was like being back in school and having to follow every single rule that was set out. Rules were one thing that Dean Winchester liked to bend well apart from Sam but that was in another way.

"Do you think of anything apart from sex?" Missouri called out breaking Dean instantly out of his thoughts. He could sense his omega's amused glare burning on the side of his face. "I don't need those images!"

Dean's cheeks felt hot as he tried to supress the embarrassment. How he hated fucking psychics that couldn't stay out of people's minds. "I wasn't," he protested. "Shut up," he grumbled nudging his mate in the stomach when he started to laugh. "Stay out my head," he warned though he knew that it came out more as a question rather than an actual statement.

"Stop projecting and I will!" Missouri added. "Boy thinks he is unreadable, don't you just see John in him?" the last sentence was directed towards the older man who was still studying Dean with great depth.

"Wait? You know my Dad?" Dean asked.

"Unfortunately."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your Daddy ain't all rainbows and sunshine idjit."

Dean's teeth grit together and he made to move towards the elder man however his omega grabbed his arm and forced him to stay where he was. The distrust Dean had in this man continued to grow with every moment that passed, he had no idea who he was and why they were here. If he had someone else to go he would turn around and walk out of the door. "Look pal I don't know you but no one gets to talk about my family." Dean warned.

"Fine," Bobby scoffed. "You really are a Winchester aren't you?"

"Damn straight."

Dean felt Sam tug on his arm forcing him to sit in one of the chairs perched beside a computer, Sam sat beside him his hand entwining with his own probably to keep him calm rather than out of love. 'Play nice' Sam's voice echoed in his head. 'As long as he does' Dean replied his eyes continuing to look at the elder man, the two continuing their everlasting starring competition.

"Bobby you out of everyone I know knows what it is like to be falsely accused by the were council, I helped you out then like you are going to do now for these boys," Missouri called out pulling the Alpha's attention away from one another.

"I knew letting you help was going to bite me in ass," Bobby grumbled pulling his hat off of his head to scratch at his hair. "Alright what do you want of me woman?"

Missouri smiled bright clearly satisfied at getting her own way, Dean wasn't sure if anyone ever had been able to say no to her not just because she seemed to be able to read their minds. If he admitted it the woman scared him. She was more of an Alpha than a Beta, clearly born into the wrong sex. She shot him a funny look to which Dean smiled softly trying to cover up what he had been thinking. He would have to be careful around her noted.

"I need a place for Sam and Dean to stay while I sort this mess out," she shrugged her shoulders.

"And you thought here…" Bobby added looking around the house. At least he wasn't in denial about the state it was in.

"The boys will chip in and help you get this place back up and running properly."

Dean scoffed raising his eyebrows. "We will?" he and Sam echoed at the same time.

"Yes unless you want to go back to that cell?"

"We will," Dean reiterated trying to sound cheerful about the prospect of doing some actual work for a complete stranger. Don't get me wrong he was used to hard graft, he had practically built his cottage from the bottom up and had done many repairs on pack homes throughout his twenty six years of life but that was different. They were his family. All he knew about this man in front of him was that his name seemed to be Bobby Singer and that somehow he knew his Dad but didn't seem pleased that he did. Oh this was going to great he almost wished he was back chained in that cell.

"They can stay but I ain't carrying them. They make a mess they clean."

"Yeah we wouldn't want to get mess on top of mess," Dean huffed to which Sam elbowed him in the chest.

"Watch your mouth you idjit!"

"Sam honey why don't you come help me load up the car, yes Bobby I will take the one you have just repaired and don't argue with me!" Missouri declared pushing herself to her feet and linking her arm through Sam's effectively dragging the omega out through the door leaving Dean and the other Alpha staring each other down.

Yeah this was going to be fun.

…

Sam escorted Missouri out of the house glad to be getting away from the growing testosterone and Alpha pheromones that were flying around. He was glad Dean wasn't able to scent because if he did he would have realised just what his scent was doing to Sam. All he wanted to do was allow his Alpha to take him there and then to show the other Alpha that Dean was the dominant one because he was mated. God when did he become such a cock slut for an Alpha. He just hoped that Dean didn't do something stupid and jeopardise their accommodation chances because of his pride.

"He won't," Missouri replied to Sam's thoughts as she led him round the back where a newly restored Mini was sitting in the garage. "He may be a Winchester but he isn't that stupid," she added to which Sam laughed. "Alpha's have to keep up their tough appearances trust me I have seen many in my life…you don't want to know how long boy…I lost count around two hundred…yes I am what you would call an elder wolf but it don't mean that I am old," she wagged her finger at him as she let go of his arm. She pulled open the car door and checked the inside.

"Why are you helping us?" Sam asked. There was no way a wolf her age would do anything without having her reasons, it wasn't like the elders to get involved in menial pack business, at least not in his experience.

"Can't people just be nice?" She asked settling her handbag onto the passenger seat.

"Not in my experience," Sam replied.

"You're right, when in this world does anyone do something nice when it doesn't have a gain in there for them? You see that is what the problem is with our society and one I plan to fix." She grinned leaning on the car door. "I like you Samuel, through everything you have been through you are still standing strong. You my boy are a survivor and it's weres like you that will make it." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek. "There is a story I told Mary years ago, one that I will tell you and you only. Years ago there was no such things as packs or pack lands. Humans and wolfs coexisted in a mutual arrangement, they didn't bother us if we didn't bother them. This treaty if you like lasted for twenty years before one night one of our own fell for a human. She was beautiful with bright green eyes and long blond hair, a girl that all the humans were fighting for. Her father had promised her hand to the local Prince, an arrogant and egotistical man that was so far up his own ass he didn't see through his own shit. Unhappy with this arrangement she ran from her own wedding to come into contact with a white wolf, the wolf comforted her and instantly they formed a bond. He kept her safe and hidden from the humans for two weeks before she asked him to change her. The wolf was not a were but a pure wolf with human thoughts, he had no human form so their love could never be. He refused to change her and she went back to the man she was supposed to marry. She got married and five years later died in childbirth. Another twenty years passed and this lone wolf was still around, silently guarding the little family from the Prince who had become an abusive father. The girl's child was a daughter who was a spitting image of the girl the wolf had come to love. He protected her and watched her grow up, every day becoming more beautiful. Until one day she too ran from the Prince, into the wolf's den. Like her mother she stayed for a week and he kept her hidden. Also like her mother she too fell for the wolf. This time he let her stay. The Prince sent out a search party and killed as many wolfs as he could along the way determined to find his daughter and kill the white wolf once and for all. He found the pair in the cave, his daughter curled up alongside the wolf naked, she had a fresh bite mark on her neck. In a rage he tried to kill both the wolf and his daughter. The wolf ripped the Prince's throat out but he took a silver blade to his heart. The wolf died in the daughter's arms. The daughter, who was now the first human to be able to shift into a wolf, gave birth to the wolf's child. A son. An Alpha. Another pure white wolf and it was this wolf that created a treaty between humans and wolfs. He found an underdeveloped land and created the concept of the pack land, a place where they could be free to be who they are. He explored and found other wolves and brought them all to this land where they created a neighbourhood. The white wolf's son became the strongest Alpha known to man, he led the colony to greatness and brought their kind back from extinction. It was prophesised that a white wolf was a symbol of freedom and bravery, when the wolf's son died in battle there had never been another wolf recorded of that colour…"

"Until Dean," Sam pitched in letting out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Yes, the Winchester line is one of the oldest Wolf lines in existence. Their legacy is great and it will only grow stronger through the new white wolf. He will experience things in his life that will challenge him and test him. He will need you more than ever if he is to find the white wolf within himself. That is why I am helping you because Dean is the future of this pack, Mary knew it the first time she saw him shift. The white wolf died in a great battle, he died at the hands of his brother…history has a habit of repeating itself so you need to watch out for the stubborn Alpha," Missouri cupped Sam's cheek. "Your mating was destiny, you will go on to do great things Samuel, both of you and your children. Keep this story to yourself Dean don't need his ego inflated even more," she laughed pulling her hand away and pushing her body into the car.

"I will be back in two weeks, make sure they don't kill each other in that time," she gestured towards the house before closing the car door. "Oh and Samuel," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo. "Give this to Bobby, he might understand then." She smiled at him once more before pulling out into the driveway away from the house.

Where she was going he had no idea but somehow he knew he could trust her. He held the picture in his hand not looking at it yet as he turned to go back into the house hoping that the two Alpha's hadn't killed each other yet.

TBC (Three cheers for Bobby! I hope you liked that chapter and Missouri's story. Thank you for reading and reviewing. See you all in Chapter Seventeen!)