"Sam I don't like this one bit."

"Dad you said it yourself that the family needs your help. I'm gonna keep the trail on Dean." John Winchester shook his head he was so god damn tired he just wanted to sleep, he just stopped fighting with Sam over anything he didn't have the energy neither did Sam.

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Nathanael glanced at the bed and walked down seeing the prey, he paced around feeling the frustration itching his skin. Like a itch that wouldn't go away and the more you thought of itching the more you wanted to scratch until you bleed.

They would drag a prey indoors but into the other side of the mansion that faced the forest. When they where done with the prey, they ditched the body in a hole in the woods that would compost.

Nathanael remembered when Dean was just a pup a new wolf, when he first was reborn to a wolf. Dean had been sleeping deeply under the thick covers, the others had hunted two dears. He remembered not wanting to leave Dean's warm body, he had debated within himself if he should wake his new found lover up or not, but Dean had been sleeping so peacefully on his stomach with a tiny boyish grin on his lips as he dreamt.

He'd left the bedroom and walked downstairs, the others backed away from the prey. The leader always feasted first, and ate until he was sated and left the rest to the pack. This time he didn't, instead he ripped out the back leg from the dear and left the other to feast. He sighed with relief as he saw Dean hadn't moved an inch from his position, then thought to himself that it was ridiculous, Dean couldn't just disappear from the bed without him knowing about it. But that sigh of relief escaped his lips anyhow.

He crawled on top of the bed nibbling Dean's neck that made sounds of protests as he was disturbed from his dream. Nathanael smirked and put the leg of the dear under Dean's nose that sniffed loudly. He brought it back to his mouth and took a large bite. Other couldn't eat as humans but he could. Sometimes they could if the meat was soft. He watched as Dean's hungry eyes landed at the dears leg, he was almost drooling.

Dean had left the bed saying very zombie like, "food," while sniffing loudly, and Nathanael had chuckled and showed him the leg again gesturing that he would come back. Dean crawled up on the bed again hesitating, licking the blood while watching him carefully. Nathanael knew his hesitation it was basic instinct letting the leader eat first.

Nathanael had smirked and licked Dean's chin that changed into wolf shape and grabbed the leg and jumped down of the bed. Nathanael scowled and grabbed the leg from Dean that sat down waiting. He started to eat and offered Dean and continued, as he was sated he gave the rest to Dean that was chewing the leg of the dear.

He went down and they backed away from the dears which meat was almost completely peeled off from its bones. He grabbed one of the dears pulling it up after him, he dropped the dear in front of Dean that attacked the deer hungry. As Dean changed back he licked his bloody fingers content and Nathanael changed and licked Dean clean from blood that buried his fingers into the fur and changed to his wolf shape too and both jumped on the bed.

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Moody he showed his teeth to the pack roaring, he wanted them out from the manor right now. They didn't waste anytime and quickly abandon their prey and made a run for it. Pissed he broke a chair older then four hundred of years. It was one of his cherished chairs, no one but him were allowed to sit on it, now it was shattered on the floor his eyes fixated on the pieces for the longest of times before breaking contact with the object. He would have on of the wolfs to repair later.

He knew a reason for his sudden madness, for the dark moody attitude. It was Dean. He wanted Dean back now. Before Dean he had been a cold leader, taking care of his clan but nothing more, with Dean it changed. He even played with the others. Now Dean was gone and his anger and darkness came over his clan like the plague.

Nathanael knew he wasn't the only one that wanted Dean back, the others wanted it too. Which was ironic as they never wanted him around the first time around when he was new but that had changed after awhile. Dean had fought hard to get their approval and acceptance as he should have been low on the rank order but somehow was stronger then that which made some furious. But some came around Nathanael remembered waking up one morning hearing laughter and hushing noises, Nathanael had crooked his eyebrow watching Dean wrestle down a girl named Raven as her black hair, she had kicked him off, not even a second later he was jumped by four others.

They where thirty-five total living in the manor, Nathanael watched amused as Dean crawled out from the big group with a big boyish smirk on his face as he looked up at him in a, I dare you to play with us, how could he refuse that face? For the first time since Nathanael had been a little boy he played with the others that had been more then surprised and shocked.

With Dean he realized how long ago since he cracked a smile or even laughed for that matter and he missed it now.

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Dean picked up his cell phone and called, he paced back and forth, if he stepped over that invincible line, he would be stepping into Cane's territory, and he didn't like others passing through, he was a cruel man. Dean had heard from the gossips that Cane despised Nathanael and his clan, that anyone loyal or close to Nathanael was his enemy. He wondered why Nathanael let him live but it was not his place to comment he wasn't high enough on the rank to butt into any political since when it came to territory and leaders.

"C'mon c'mon pick up the damn phone dad." Dean scratched his head pacing faster forth and back. Tracking his father down was not hard, he had caught his scent a few days ago.

" Winchester." Dean frowned, his father sounded tired.

"Dad?"

"Dean? What…"

"Don't say anything, just get up slowly and walk to your car… carefully do not! I repeat do not get somebody's attention. Please dad trust me." He pleaded and he heard his father stand up. They didn't hang up "ok continue walking, okay good I can see you." Dean smiled brightly but it disappeared, "okay dad I hope your knees are strong because run! RUN!" Dean yelled as his father ran towards him.

Dean saw two of Cane's clan members. Cane always had watch outs where there was a line between two clans, there wasn't any grey zone here and that was not good at all at least not for him at the moment. Dean ran in front of his father pushing him almost lifting him while running. "YOU!" Dean pushed out his father out from their territory and he showed his wrist quickly. He never pulled his wrist card like this, he wore his leather bracelets to cover the scar up, they narrowed their eyes at him. "You have no right to be here!" one of them snarled despiteful.

"Well when you're chasing my father I had a right to protect him." Dean snarled standing behind the line, they were about to take a step forward "a ah this is Marylyn's territory." Dean said with a cheesy grin "kill me here and you're fucked." Still showing his mark reminding them as they growled at him then their eyes darted to the mark he saw the conflict and fear for that mark.

John Winchester grunted, dammit that hurt, being thrown like a care package for at least a couple of feet's and hitting the asphalt hurt bad. He looked up seeing his son for the first time in three years, he hadn't change a bit even his cloths where the same as the day when he left for the hunt. Not that his son had a huge closet, they couldn't afford it on the road.

John grabbed his gun and pointed it at the two men that had shining eyes, their backs crouched down as if they where ready to attack Dean. "C'mere and say that." Dean smirked mockingly and shook his head.

"Naw I think I will just stay right here. I mean why be enemies? I haven't done anything, neither has he, so why don't we just call it truce." They laughed as if it was the most ridiculous idea ever he got a little offended letting his hand drop.

"If you or anyone that share's your blood come in here in Cane's territory… is dead meat." Dean narrowed down his eyes no one threaten his family and got away with it, without a second thought he leaped at the man choking him while shaking him roughly. Feeling his wolf wanting to rip until there was nothing more to rip the thirst for blood, so easy to let his teeth sink down that throat and end the wolfs life just like that.

"NO, dad stay put!" he roared as the other man jumped him and bit his arm hard breaking and tearing his skin apart, making his whole arm bleed. Dean grunted in pain as he kicked him off and with a quick snap of the neck, the other was down. He went around the other, both looking into each other's eyes showing their teeth.

John gasped as the other changed into a wolf, Dean grunted, enough was enough, he shot the wolf right in the chest. Dean pushed the wolf off and scrambled out the territory, "fuck dad we have to hurry before they wake up."

"Dean their dead!" Dean shook his head and they made a run for it to the car, "why can't we just chop their heads of?" John asked feeling confused. Dean looked at the parking lot were his father's jeep were.

"Because then it would be a war between wolfs and we wouldn't want that. A lot of humans would get hurt." Dean explained feeling his heart hammering in his chest, every instinct in his body told him to go back and rip them. "Wait here… I'm gonna get your car." Dean ran as quick as he could without his father questioning his speed, started the car, and drove out from Cane's territory.

They each one drove in their cars to the closest motel and checked in before hugging close. Dean could smell his father in a way that he never could before, it was familiar and felt like home and safe. "Dean I've been searching for you over three years."

"Three years? What ya talking about? I've only been gone less then a year." Dean said frowning and shook his head when his father started to pace.

"What the hell happened?" his father demanded to know freezing in mid step walked up to him grabbing his arm demanding answers, but not noticing the blood on his hand or the fact that his arm was completely healed.

"I don't remember dad." It was half of a lie. Dean remembered hunting for something but only to catch something bigger then that. He remembered being in a bar and meeting Nathanael.

Dean had walked into a local bar searching for quick money, he flirted with the brunette waitress who in return had given him a free beer, then he felt it. A pair of piercing light blue eyes on him, he was use to men staring at him. But he would never go there, he was a lady's man 100 percent… then why did he feel hypnotized when he meet the young man eyes? He shook his head and focused on a pool table in front of him.

He won six hundred bucks in less of an hour, which pissed off the tattooed guy. Dean smirked his most charming smirk and shrugged innocently. The young man with light blue eyes walked up to him leaning against the pool table looking at the balls, "wanna play?" Dean had smirked wider. The tattooed guy took one glance at Nathanael and left quickly almost afraid of him which was a little bizarre and should have been a warning sign to Dean. But then again money was money.

"How much?" Dean's eyes went quick up and down sizing up the young man, he was an inch taller then him with a black t-shirt and worn black jeans, he had a black leather bracelet just like the one he had on his right wrist. Dean had felt something about him but dismissed it as quickly as it came, somehow he felt almost captured by the younger man. When his eyes meet up with those eyes he felt like he could trust this young man and didn't question his motives.

"For fun," Dean chuckled and shook his head dismissive. "C'mon when was the last time you played for fun and not for easy cash?" Dean bit back a retort that it was fun of stripping a man of his cash but said nothing, he glanced into those blue eyes and thought about it for a second and shrugged, "c'mon." Dean looked into those eyes and grinned, "I'll even let you go first." His tone made of silk and Dean felt goosebumps on his neck.

Dean had quickly started to enjoyed going to the bar and seeing Nathanael and play some pool or darts, and drink a lot of mounts of beer. It was for the first time for Dean to have a friend in his own age, something he never had in his entire lifetime.

Dean held his left side ignoring the masses around him, only holding his leather jacket close to his body to cover his left side, his head was ducked down to not catch anyone's interest or unwanted attention. With a stern voice he slammed the money on the bar counter, "a bottle of vodka." The man didn't care about Dean's haggard expression and took the money quickly as if Dean would change his mind of the liquor, the man gave him the bottle and turned away from him.

He never felt Nathanael come up behind him, the years of hunting had always made him alert and conscious about his surroundings so he jumped a little as Nathanael's hand grabbed the bottle over his shoulder. "Hey!" Dean twirled around and found those light blue eyes looking straight at him. Those eyes, Dean felt a shiver but kicked it away, even if he was in try it once generation he wasn't going there tonight.

"You okay?" Dean smiled looped sided and tilted his head to the side and offered a charming grin.

"Of course." The obvious lie would have been passed by others that bought into his charm, but somehow Nathanael seemed immune and looked at him with a crooked eyebrow.

"Really? And here I thought you were bleeding." Before Dean could stop him or even react Nathanael's hand slipped under the jacket and the flannel shirt and thin t-shit. Dean gasped and pressed his body back against the counter, "relax I know what I'm doing." Dean had no doubt in his mind that Nathanael knew exactly what he was doing to him. He rested a hand over his arm to stop him and looked around. "Let's go." Dean didn't have time to protest as he was manhandled out the bar. The cool night air hitting him hard and he shivered. Somehow managed to convince him of letting him drive his precious baby, with a grin his baby purred under Nathanael and Dean couldn't help his chuckle. Nathanael had even managed to charm away his baby in such of a short period of time.

They got inside Dean's motel room, and Dean suddenly regretted his decision of taking him there, not that it had been his decision in the first place. There was notes and pictures on the wall of various demons, either Nathanael would make a run for it, or call mental hospital. But instead of calling the cops or hospital, Nathanael pushed him back gently but firmly on the bed and made sure the door was locked before peeling of his own black coat. Dean grunted a little as Nathanael stripped his shirt off. He glazed into his eyes trying to read him but it was impossible, Nathanael must have noticed his try to figure him out because he looked him in the eye and winked while flashing him a cocky smirk. In that moment Dean for the first time in his short life understood the affect he had on females.

"Needle?" Dean nodded towards the bad in the corner, he didn't trust his voice at this point. He looked around the room, except from the demons pictures he put up, there were a couple of his cloths all over the place, which pointed out that he was a total slob. On a chair were female panties after being ripped off of a night of drunken passion, suddenly he got the desire of hiding them away from Nathanael, but then again that would have been ridiculous. So was the desire to smell his hair.

He winced as Nathanael cleaned the open wound, he touched the wound inspecting it. "You're a doctor?" he got hoarsely out and Nathanael just chuckled as if the thought of it was ridiculous. "Okay where ya learn to… fuck!" he swore as Nathanael pressed the wound "what the fuck!" he made a reach for the bottle of vodka and took a large gulp.

"Wanted to se if something stuck under the skin." Dean crooked his eyebrow and groaned throwing his body back to the mattress. Nathanael bandaged him up, he fixed the scratches on his arms. Wounds Dean wouldn't have cared about himself, his body was a map of scars. He pointed the fact out and Nathanael just smirked his white perfect teeth showing, "well don't want to mess that pretty boy image." Dean narrowed his eyes at him scowling but couldn't help his smirk.

"Well what about yours? All bloody and shit." Nathanael smirked he grabbed a needle, "morphine."

"No it's not that serious." Dean argued but Nathanael looked at him, "no I'm serious no morphine." His voice firm and left no argument it would make most men back off quickly.

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe." He said teasing, "I'll keep watch freckles." Dean crooked an eyebrow and shook his head. "C'mon it must hurt like hell, its deep… I'm not going to rob you." He looked at him in a way that was hard to resist that charm when he spoke, that tone of voice… so seducing, so he offered his arm and Nathanael didn't waste anytime as he poked the needle in.

"I'm gonna wash this off." Dean nodded and took a gulp of vodka, then what he did shocked him, as Nathanael checked the pressure he leaned forward and kissed him, it was brief almost haze. Dean's eyes widen of what he had done, he backed off as if it had been Nathanael that surprised kissed him.

"Uhm… sorry." Dean offered shaking his head but Nathanael just chuckled amused and rolled his eyes. "You drugged me." He offered apologizing feeling a little light headed and burst into laugher, "you fuck! How much did you give me?"

"Enough to knock you out." As soon he said it Dean's world became black. He remembered waking up in the morning throwing a knife at the person sitting on the chair. "That could have been fatal." Dean blinked a couple of times seeing Nathanael holding his loving knife with a hand, a knife his father given him at his eleven birthday.

"You caught it in the air?" he asked with slurring voice, he touched his head and accepted the water from Nathanael that just looked at him smiling that feral smile he had. Dean didn't want to move from the bed anymore he closed his eyes and felt a hand on his chest.

"You should rest Dean." Dean loved the way he said his name it was like deeeen like dragging out his name like tasting it. Dean couldn't stop his hand from grasping Nathanael's. He couldn't say it, it was too hard too bizarre. Nathanael just smiled softly knowingly and carefully stretched out beside him and Dean murmured with a thick voice.

"You're dangerous man."

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Dean listened to his father ramble how he had been searching for him for the last couple of years. Dean couldn't gasp the concept that he had been gone for three years. Three long years, he tried to understand how he could not have noticed that it had been three years.

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