"Everyone down on the ground!" the masked intruder at the door called out, the gun he was holding was pointed straight at John. He gestured towards the floor when the pack Alpha refused to move meaning that the rest of the were's followed his lead. "Get down or I will put this fucking silver bullet through his brain!" the man bellowed pushing closer to John so that the barrel was level with his temple.

John slowly nodded holding his hands out in front of him while he lowered his body into a kneeling position his eyes never leaving the man in front of him. Behind him the rest of the pack followed until they were all kneeling on the floor. The masked man stepped to the side to allow four more of his companions to enter the glass room, well there was only one pane of glass left since their gunfire had shattered it sending the pieces raining down on Dean…Dean…the thought of his Alpha caused a lump to form in Sam's throat. Oh god the man was left down there defenceless and blind.

Sam attempted to swallow the bile that was slithering up his throat, no he needed to hold it together for Dean's sake. His hand entwined with Mary's and he could feel his father grip hold of his shoulder presumably with Ellen tucked against his side. The new gunmen circled the pack their eyes trained on every one of them, well Sam presumed they were seeing as they were all wearing balaclavas, they covered all corners watching and waiting to see if anyone would dare to make a move. They probably had a silver bullet for each and every one of them.

The main intruder laughed as he taped his gun in the palm of his hand. "Good," he said through his laughter. "Now if you all do as we say no one has to get hurt," he added his eyes focusing on John once more. "You will be a good little wolfie for me won't you," he tutted. "One wrong move and my man down there will put a bullet through your precious son's skull."

Sam could see the fire dancing in John's eyes at the mention of Dean however he held his tongue his worry for Dean taking over the Alpha wolf inside of him. "You hurt my son I will kill you," John warned to which the gunmen merely laughed at.

"Of course you will," the main gunman cackled. "I would like to see whose quicker, you…or my bullet."

"What do you want," Anna's voice called out.

"What I want is what you couldn't give…" the man replied his eyes peering out somewhere over the tops of their heads. "I want retribution, I want justice for you have been harbouring a murderer, we half expected Ellen to finish the job for us but I can see he got his hands on her too."

"You're hunters," John growled shifting slightly which caused the gun to be lowered back onto him.

"Yes," the man replied his lips curling up into a smirk. "A little birdie told me about this…farce of a ceremony you would be having…crowning that killer…well it was something we couldn't allow…our quarrel is not with you but that monster you created."

"Dean didn't kill Jo," Ellen called out.

"Corrupted one of the best," the man tutted. "I should kill you to put you out of your misery."

"YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Bobby yelled.

"Ellen I always knew you were a little bitch…how long did it take to get some cock?"

Bobby growled attempting to stand however Sam reached behind him and grasped hold of his father's wrist pulling him back down. His fingers tightened in warning trying to convey to the elder wolf the danger they were currently facing. He couldn't handle losing his father, not when he was worried for his mate.

"Good wolf, listen to the kid," the man laughed his eyes focusing on Sam. "I know you…" he gestured to one of the men who was standing at the door and instantly he took his place with his gun level on John's head. The man strode over towards Sam his eyes narrowed towards him like he was trying to place his face. "You're killer's little bitch," he snarled reaching forward and grasping hold of Sam's hair.

The omega yelped as he was yanked to his feet, Bobby's and Mary's grip being forced from him. He was thrown across the room into the one remaining window. The man's hand twisted in his hair causing Sam to wince with the pressure behind the hold. His face was pushed against the glass, his gaze being focused on the events conspiring below him. He could see Dean curled on the floor, a man standing over him muttering something while he kicked the Alpha in the ribs repeatedly. Sam's heart leapt to his throat, he wanted to shout out to his mate…this wasn't fair…Dean could handle himself but not while he was effectively blind.

"We have front row seats," the man chuckled in his ear.

"Dean will kill you," Sam hissed feeling determination rise through the bond whether this was coming from himself of his Alpha he had no idea.

"If he doesn't get killed first."

"Better people have tried," Sam bit back his head getting slammed into the glass causing a crack to appear. He could feel blood start to trickle from a cut to his forehead, the droplet dripping into his eyes. He closed them briefly attempting to shake his vision clear. However when he closed his eyes a strange sensation washed over him, instead of the pure blackness behind his eyelids his vision was blurred, it was like looking through fog, he could make out a blurred figure standing over him and he could feel pain radiate through his body especially from his hand and his chest. What the hell? The man pulled at his hair causing Sam's eyes to fly open at the sudden pain. He was slammed back into the glass his eyes focusing on his mate who was crawling to his feet. There was no doubt in his mind, he had just been able to see through Dean's eyes…could that mean…

Masking the smile that was threatening to overwhelm him he focused his attention on the Alpha below him, ignoring the man still holding him and the pack behind him. Ignoring all but his mate.

'Close your eyes,' he sent out mentally to Dean, glad that the men that was holding them captive were human rather than wolves.

'Helpful,' was Dean's retort.

'Alpha trust me,' he added hearing Dean's mental sigh.

'What the fuck,' he felt Dean pull at their bond and he knew the moment that he had attuned into his own sight. It wasn't perfect but it would give the Alpha a sense of what he was dealing with.

'I got you Dean.'

…

Ok this was weird, his eyes were shut tightly and it was like he was looking down on himself from a great height. He could see the man walking towards him, from the looks of it he had no mask though his facial features was not clear from the angle Sam had. He could feel phantom pressure pulling at his hair and a wetness dripping down his forehead though he tried not to dwell on it. He didn't need to think about what might be happening…no…at least he couldn't feel his probable broken ribs and his burnt hand anymore.

The man in front of him reached out his hand, Dean ducked to the left avoiding the swinging fist that would have come crashing down on his temple. He could see his body move to the side and it was like having a major out of body moment. Still it was better than blurred lines. Anything was better than blurred lines.

The man twirled his fist reaching out once more, Dean's hand flew up attempting to grab hold of the flying appendage but his judgement was slightly off, damned camera angles. The man's knee kicked up hitting him square in the stomach, in a movement that was expected to wind him he didn't feel anything. His own senses were dulled compared to Sam's. Smirking he kicked his own leg out hitting the man in the groin and in the same movement he grasped hold of his left hand forcing him down onto his knees. His face was turned towards him and his closed eyes were staring down at him though all he could see was his profile from the side. He needed to know who or what he was dealing with. Feeling someone restraining his mate he knew he wouldn't be able to ask him to move so it was down to him. Still holding onto the man's hand he twisted the appendage back until he yelped. His other hand gripped onto his shoulder. Grunting he pushed the man straight onto his back. He kneeled down so that his knees where either side of the man's head, still not good enough. Growling he pushed himself to his feet. His hands locked around the man's throat and with a tug he had him in a kneeling position, his back pressed against Dean's knees. He dug his fingers in further causing the man to lift his head giving Sam a full face view.

The man was portly, his skin was dark or was it the shadows, he couldn't tell. His eyes were dark and he apparently had no hair. The man's face was twisted in a satanic snarl, his mouth was moving spitting out obscenities but Dean couldn't hear what he was saying. He pushed the man closer to the viewing area, light from the broken window glared down on them giving Sam a better view. Recognition washed over the mated pair instantly.

"Uriel," he could hear someone speak into his ear though he knew that it was the man who was holding Sam. "He was at Dean's trial, he tried hard to get that killer put away for good," the guy continued. "Now you get to watch your precious Alpha die by his hand," Dean felt the pressure pull tighter at the back of his head as Sam's gaze was moved away from the arena briefly. He could see flashes of the viewing room but it was moving too quickly. He could make out people standing with guns and what he thought was his father on his knees. He felt Sam's head crash into the glass as it cracked further.

Through this distraction his grip on Uriel loosened. The man used this to his advantage. Dean felt Uriel's legs push out behind him and kick at his ankle causing his knees to buckle. He grunted attempting to grab at the man now blinded once more, Sam's gaze becoming blurred due to the head trauma. His hands grabbed at air, his own eyes blinking open. Uriel was laughing, his voice hoarse.

"Pathetic cockroach," he was laughing. Dean could feel his hands reach for him to which he managed to jump out of the way, his connection to his mate now lost. "Look at how useless you are," Uriel continued to say his voice coming closer where Dean presumed he was getting ready to make his move. "A wolf without his sight, you are making this too easy."

Dean could feel the breeze closer to his body now and it was coming from something more than a broken window. His feet shuffled on the floor weary of the traps and various devices that had been set up around him. What a great trial they had chosen for him. If he made it through this in one piece he was going to put a formal complaint in to the were health and safety, he was sure this was breaking a load of rules that no one probably stuck to.

The air around him began to vibrate, an unseen energy charging the atmosphere. Uriel's laugh morphed into an elongated howl. "Fuck," Dean breathed. He could sense the other man changing, he didn't have a hope against a wolf.

'Dean!' Sam's voice called out to him. Dean screwed his eyes shut the same moment that the large black wolf leapt on him. Dean was sent flying into the nearest wall, his head a millimetre away from a hanging silver blade. He could see himself buried underneath the wolf, the wolf's jaws was snapping in his face covering him with his drool.

Dean's hands were holding the wolf's jaws at bay though his arms shook with the exertion. He bit his lip as he removed his right hand, his left arm buckling slightly under the pressure causing one of Uriel's teeth to scrap at his throat. His right hand reached out blindly, trying to feel the blade that he knew was hanging around somewhere beside him though without his own sense of touch it was proving to be almost impossible. Letting his eyes open all the pain that was radiating through his body suddenly made itself known causing him to yell. Somehow his hold on the wolf was staying. His own vision was becoming lighter, he could now make out the yellow of Uriel's eyes though he still wasn't able to see any details. His fingers continued to dance across the wall, his fingertips finally finding the blade as he felt it slice into his skin. He reached out further mindful of the aggressive and insane wolf that was getting dangerously close to his throat for comfort. His hand slid down the edge of the blade until he could feel the device it was sitting on.

Closing his eyes he was once again graced with the third person view of himself. He could see the lock in the wall that the blade was nestled in. Summoning his wolf strength he yelped as he managed to pull the blade free. He swiped at the wolf's neck who jumped off at him avoiding being decapitated. Dean pushed himself to his feet swinging the blade in his hands.

Uriel jumped towards him and Dean leapt to the side catching the wolf in the shoulder with the blade. Uriel howled as he turned on his heels and pounced at Dean once more who narrowing avoided him. "How?" he could hear the man whisper to Sam. Dean cracked his head to the side, the wolf circled him his bright yellow eyes boring into his own dull green. There was blood dripping from his shoulder. He twirled to the side though the wolf's claws scrapped down his side. "Oh of course," the man continued to talk. "Hello Dean," the man's voice directed at him had Dean pausing in his movements.

Uriel took this chance and sent his whole body flying into Dean's chest. Dean was thrown into the air, his head connected with the side of what felt like chest of some sort. Sam's head was moved away as his vision was filled with images of his pack. "There is no way out Dean, you can't use your omega," the man continued to talk. "You die they can go free," Dean could see the men surrounding his pack cock their guns loading a silver bullet into the chamber. "How many more have to die for you?" the man asked his hands pulling away from Sam and forcing his head down. Sam looked up and Dean could see through his eyes the pistol that was pointed directly at his head.

"No," Dean muttered. He could feel adrenaline pulse through him. No one threatened his mate. No one. Sam's arm snapped out and his hands enclosed around the barrel of the gun taking the man by surprise. Dean joined his strength in with his omega's ignoring the peril he himself was currently in. Sam managed to push the gun up so that it was no longer pointing at him, the man's finger pressed the trigger, firing into the glass finally breaking it.

"What?" the man exclaimed clearly shocked. Around them the other hunter's attention was drawn to the commotion causing the rest of the pack to act. Where there had been a room full of humans wolves now stood in their place each one pouncing on the nearest attacker. Bullets were fired but whether they found any targets Dean couldn't tell.

'DEAN' Sam's voice shouted out as he could see through his mate's eyes that Uriel was now dragging him.

…

Dean's eyes fluttered open, his head was pounding and there was blood pouring out of his own head wound however where he had once been cast in darkness he could now see flurries of light. He squinted as he could clearly make out the shape of the wolf that was dragging him by his leg, his claw embedded into Dean's skin. He smiled despite all the pain he was in. Finally.

He lifted his head up and noticed that the wolf was dragging him into the centre of the room where apparently the hunters had managed to blow a hole in the floor so that would explain the previous shaking. He had no idea what was down there and he had no intention of finding out himself. Uriel was coming to the edge of the hole.

Knowing that this was most likely his last chance he gripped hold of the blade that somehow had managed to stay in his right hand. He could feel his strength waning, from up above he heard the sickening sound of a crunch like someone had just fallen. He could feel Sam pushing at their bond, adding his own strength into Dean like the Alpha had just done. Grunting Dean pushed all their strength into his right arm and swung the blade across Uriel's paw, the one that was holding him.

The wolf howled as he pulled away, his paw staying embedded into Dean's leg. Without giving him a moment to recover Dean kicked out at the wolf. Uriel howled as he fell to his side on his three legs, losing his balance he was sent tumbling down into the hole. Dean pulled the paw from his leg wincing as pain flared across the whole of his body. He crawled towards the hole, lying on his stomach he peered down. Beneath him was a menagerie of silver spikes, each one had been sharpened to the point of instant death. Uriel was impaled on three of them, his yellow eyes morphing back to his dark brown and his wolf form becoming human. Dean peered down at the paw he was still holding, feeling bile slither up his throat as he noticed that it was now human. Quickly he threw this down into the pit. He pushed himself away from the edge of the pit and rolled onto his back.

…

"Dean!" he heard Sam yell as he saw his omega come running towards him. Sam shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around Dean, zipping it up and it was then that the Alpha remembered that he was still indeed naked. Perfect.

Sam's lips captured his and he gave himself into the kiss needing to feel that his omega was safe. "You need to stop scaring me like that," Sam laughed his voice shaking slightly, Dean reached up and brushed at the wound just under Sam's hairline that was already starting to heal. "You can see?"

"Guess I needed that knock on the head," Dean joked his arms suddenly becoming full of his omega. His eyes focused on the pack that was slowly starting to filter down from the viewing room, most were naked where they had shifted and they all had some form of blood on them. Dean guessed that if he was to go up there he would find a massacre of hunters. Well screw them, they had interrupted and threatened them in their own home where they had kept to their side of the bargain. He saw the masked man's body lying just underneath the viewing area. "Made him fly?" Dean asked bringing his attention back to Sam.

"He threatened you," Sam shrugged.

Anna walked over to the man and without hesitation she pulled the mask off. "I knew it," she growled her eyes flashing bright. "How did he escape?" she turned towards her companions from the council and Dean didn't need to be told who she meant. It had become clear to him the moment he had realised that it was Uriel standing over him.

Zachariah. Dean just wished the bastard wasn't dead, he wanted to bring him back so that he could kill him again.

"I think that is enough for today," Anna declared to the disgust of her fellow companions who all seemed to be protesting that Dean had not completed the trial by himself. "Alpha Dean has more than proved himself, he has passed the third and final trial. We are ready to officially recognise him as Alpha Winchester's Crown Alpha!"

TBC (Hope you all enjoyed that chapter! Thank you for reading and please take a second to let me know what you thought, thank you to all you lovely loyal lot who are always there you mean the world to me and make my day brighter seeing what you have to say. I will see you all in Chapter thirty three!)