Sam's eyes widen and he backed as he watched the wolf close in at him, he gasped as it took a human form. He looked in shock but shook his head and saw those light blue eyes he suddenly felt dizzy. The man smelled him like really was sniffing him. "You're related with Dean." He pointed out smoothly almost gently almost purring out Dean's name, which Sam found ironic as he was a wolf and not a cat. Whatever the man was it was no werewolf he hunted his handful of them so he knew. What this man was he did not now all he know was that he was powerful which also meant very dangerous.

"You know Dean?" Sam stuttered out slowly backing away from the man that gloated with power, he almost dropped to his knees but didn't. His father had taught him since a toddler never give your power up never surrender, die with your honor then die then as a victim.

"Yes," he said his white teeth showing. He sniffed him, "you haven't been around him yet." He said almost bitterly and took a step back and did a gesture with his hand showing he was harmless which Sam found hard to believe. Sam could se that not far behind him was a pack of wolfs hiding, lurking in the woods. It wouldn't surprise him if they had already surrounded him. Sam held his side still fighting for air as he felt his lungs burn in the cold and after running. "What you doing here? It's a private area."

"I'm looking for Dean… and this creature…"

"You mean the hell spawn?"

"Yes," Sam glancing around him. "You know it?"

"Know of it. It's being dealt with as we speak, you have to be Dean's brother. I never knew he had a brother." Sam felt a clench in his stomach.

"Perhaps you didn't know him very well." Sam replied, backing away slowly as the man's eyes narrowed his eyes at him furious, "I mean if he trusted you he would have told you." He didn't mean to piss him off he really didn't. The man was an inch shorter then him but he felt so damn short and small as he narrowed his eyes showing his teeth threatening at him. He was growling at him. "Or he was still pissed at me." He offered quickly and the man backed away a step. He needed to stay alive, if this man knew Dean there was a chance he could be a lead.

"Perhaps." Sam crooked an eyebrow the man was suddenly calm, "he left over nine weeks ago." Speaking almost majestic like a proper man Sam found it disturbing.

"So his alive?" Sam sighed with relief feeling a weight from his shoulder fade.

"Yes," Nathanael replied amused. "How long was it since you spoke?" he wanted to know what Sam meant with Dean not trusting him. It had to been that he was mad at this boy, it just had to been so… but a small whisper in his head said that why would he trust him to tell him about his brother when he didn't trust him with his heart, his heart that he desperately wanted.

"Over four years." Sam stuttered out, "you gonna kill me?" he questioned feeling like he couldn't deny this man a reply.

"No"

"So I can leave?" Sam asked backing away slowly glancing around him seeing and feeling the eyes on him.

"No," Nathanael walked up making their nose bump together and said snarling, "I want you to tell me everything about Dean that I didn't know." He was pissed he spent those three years with Dean how could he not know this?

He remembered laying next to Dean as the drugs wore off his system, perhaps it was him or maybe Dean that leaned in first for the kiss, he didn't remember but he did remember the mind blowing sex. It had taken him a long time to accept the fact that Dean hadn't been with another man he had been the first. He didn't know why at the time it bothered him he did know now it should have been a better place then a dump, and he should have made it matter, been more careful.

It was clear as day as the second day in their sex orgy when he realized Dean was in fact hungry, it had been hard to tear away from his body.

"Food," Dean moaned in a plea.

"No," Nathanael denied determent nuzzling Dean's neck while touching the sweaty body. The sound of Dean's stomach complaining made him realize Dean did need food to survive. "Okay," Dean had winced as he stretched his sore body. "You stay I'll go." He gestured standing up and dressed, he couldn't help his smirk as he caught Dean's glace at his body and a slow blush creped up Dean's cheeks.

Somehow he doubted that Dean blushed, he wasn't the type. He had seen Dean charm and getting the girl at the end of the night or sometimes two girls. He knew Dean was a cocky son of a bitch with a boyish twinkle in his eyes and sinful mouth that he wanted to taint. He enjoyed having that effect on Dean, he kissed Dean's lips in a quick movement and left.

He remembering coming back to the room with two boxes with pizza and hear the shower. He settled on laying down on clean sheets the pictures on the wall were gone so was any evidence of him staying there except his bag. The maid must have been there. Dean had gotten out and looked at him surprised "how the hell did you do that?" he only crooked his eyebrow "your quiet…" he narrowed his eyes at him, "I've been trained for years and what are you? Quiet boy? Sneak boy?"

"I'm no boy."

"Really?" Dean had asked with a teasing voice and he had grinned as a reply and pulled off the towel around Dean's waist and yank him to bed, "so how old are you?" Dean had asked with his goofy smile.

"Older then you" he offered cryptic it took no genius to figure out that Dean was a hunter. He always kept his eyes on hunters that came into his territory. He didn't mean to go to bed with one but Dean was irresistible.

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"I have to answer" Sam said with a shaky voice.

"Then answer." Nathanael replied bored looking up and down at this lanky boy he was nothing like Dean at all. He watched as the young boy grabbed his cell and answered.

"Dad"

"Sam, you okay?"

"Yes" Sam answered a little breathless.

"Hello little brother." Sam couldn't help but to feel joy and smile huge as he heard Dean's teasing voice.

"Dean?" that caught Nathanael's attention he gripped the phone from Sam that fought for the phone but quickly lost.

"Sammy?" Nathanael grinned against the phone and held a hand up for Sam that froze in his tracks. Sam felt his heart slam in his chest, there was something in Nathanael's eyes that made him scared that made him dominate.

"Hello Dean."

"Nathanael? What the hell?"

"Long time, it's been what? Nine weeks." He questioned a little bitter and looked at Sam that was shifting his footing.

"Others have been gone longer." That was not the point at all, Nathanael didn't care if the others left for that long, he didn't love them care about them as he did for Dean.

"So?" Dean started to stutter excuses but then he snapped.

"Wait! You grabbed my brother! If you hurt him…"

"Why would I hurt your brother you never once spoke about?" he asked mocking and made a sound with his mouth. He heard the sharp inhale of Dean. He took pity on Dean, "no I haven't hurt him. Now have I Sam?" he asked Sam that reached for the phone. He shook his finger mocking at Sam that said aloud.

"Dean, how the hell do you know this freak show!" Sam didn't know where he got his guts from, perhaps knowing Dean was around again. Nathanael narrowed his eyes and smacked him, making him fall down on the ground with a grunt.

"SAM!" Nathanael put a leg on Sam's chest pressing his foot down if he pressed harder Sam's ribs would crack a littler harder and Sam's lungs would collapse.

"Now now that was rude."

"I swear to god Nathanael! If you hurt my brother…"

"You will do what? Do tell Dean." He questioned with a huge devilish smirk.

"Just don't hurt him."

"Is that a request or an order?" Nathanael wanted Dean to beg, he was pissed over that Dean hadn't told him everything about him, he wanted to know every last detail, he wanted to know everything. He needed to know it for his own sanity that went out the window when Dean left him and the bed they shared.

"Nathanael… he hasn't done anything…"

"He went into my territory the private one. Searching for… well you." He chuckled and looked down at Sam that was fighting for air, "yeah your brother doesn't look so good… blue lips… hmm maybe he won't make it." He mocked, he wanted to punish Dean badly. He wanted him to hurt to ache then perhaps he would feel better that it would perhaps fill that strange hole inside of him that just kept getting bigger and bigger as the time went by.

"He didn't know c'mon Nathanael." He chuckled amused Dean tried really hard to sound cajoling or charming but failed miserable. He could hear another voice in the background and hear Dean call him dad. They were fighting for the phone, Nathanael glanced down at Sam.

"You all are stubborn." He said to Sam that narrowed his eyes at him. "Dean you want your brother, you just have to come and get him… alone."

"Okay, just don't hurt him, please."

"I won't if you come here for less then two days."

"That's impossible!"

"You better make it possible." He shut the phone down and glanced at one at the wolfs which was Raven. Sam saw the wolf turn into a stunning female with black hair she was damn strong as she lifted him up over her shoulder.

§

Sam stirred he was on a bed, he blinked up to the ceiling, he tried to move but realized that he was tied up to the bed. He could almost Dean crack a joke about being a kink. He began to tug the robs.

He saw the same female that lifted him up look at him "you're awake… good." Sam wishes he wasn't. He saw the man with the light blue eyes untying him and smiled politely, Sam scoffed as a reply it was a little late to be polite. The room was decorated Victorian style, expensive the man was rich what possible ties could he have with his brother? What had his brother gotten himself into?

"So tell me about Dean." Sam sat up wincing looking at the young man that sat himself down on the bed looking at him with those radiating eyes that was hypnotizing. He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Fuck you." Proud he smiled as the man flew back. He tried to push himself out of the bed and gasped as the light blue eyed guy stood in front of him pissed of.

"So you're a gifted boy." Sam spat out as a reply.

"You think I'm gonna betray my brother, then you're a fool thinking that." The light eyed laughed at him and blinked, Sam felt suddenly being hypnotized by his eyes.

"So let's try that again. Tell me something about Dean." Sam tried to struggle the eyes but it was impossible.

"His free." Sam said with gritted teeth, "you will never cage him. If you try he will break out. The harder you pull on the leach the more will he try to run." Nathanael tilted his head to the side in deep thought. "Hurt my brother I swear I will find a way to kill you." Sam threatened.

"Now why you have to go there?"

§

Dean was breaking every speed law in each state, he drove up to the path that would lead him to the mansion with a hammering heart. He felt a cold hand in his stomach that was twisting and punching him, perhaps it would have been best if he brought along their father but then again Nathanael would sense his father and perhaps kill them both or worse.

He ran up the stairs and pushed the heavy doors open wildly looking around for his brother but only seeing other wolfs. He had sensed some in the woods, others waiting for him at the gates. Dean yelled aloud with a desperate tone "SAM! SAMMY!" his blood was rushing in his body, prepared for a fight to the death to protect his skinny little brother that use to worship him as a hero. His little brother that somehow with his puppy eyes always got the last of the cereal and always made him melt. His little brother that had looked at him sadly before slamming the door shot as his father had roared that if he left he wasn't welcomed anymore.

Dean's eyes darted up the stairs seeing Nathanael, for a second he forgot all about Sam and looked up at Nathanael with love before his eyes flickered back, "what the hell have you done with my brother!" Dean fought for air as Nathanael took a choke grip on him lifting him up while showing his teeth.

"Don't forget your place Dean," Dean dropped to the marble floor with a huff his neck stretching out to the side as a reply. He knew that he pressed his luck each and every second with Nathanael. He was well aware that not everyone could get away with his attitude of defiance for Nathanael. It was instinct he was a lower rang then many in the clan.

He was just someone that Nathanael wanted to share bed with for awhile. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked more softly not so demanding stroking his sore throat. He looked up at Nathanael that was looking down at him. Dean's hand dropped from his neck and stretched to the side again it felt like a lifetime as Nathanael eyes fixated on him intensive then Nathanael blinked and looked up Dean followed Nathanael glance at the stairs, Nathanael was standing there looking at him and Dean made a dash for it.

He ran through the hallways and into the room and saw Sam for the first time over four years. "Sammy" he sighed with relief and walked straight up to him that hugged him tight.

"God Dean you have no idea." He choked out and Dean stroked Sam's hair.

"You've gown." He backed to se Sam seeing Sam all grown up "collage… have you graduated?" Dean saw the sad in look in Sam's eyes he would find out the reason for Sam sadness but now was not the time. "We need to go." Stating out the obvious.

Sam could only nod as a reply, he held Dean's leather jacket tightly his knuckles turning white as Dean peeked out the door and nodded as a signal that the coast was clear, they walked carefully through the halls and downstairs. Dean pushed Sam behind him protecting him as they walked towards the big front door. The place was bigger then a freaking castle.

Dean froze in his tracks and glanced at Nathanael that was behind him. "Sam…" Sam nodded and went behind him so Dean was facing Nathanael that was looking at him then he started to sniff him. Dean felt a battle within and saw Nathanael's feral grin and knew that he seen it. He tried to stand up straight and proud but winced and ducked stretching his neck.

"You and me need to talk." Dean glanced at Sam quickly, "don't worry Sam it's gonna be okay." Dean nodded in trance and followed Nathanael that walked upstairs he vaguely heard Sam call for him. In daze he entered the all too familiar bedroom. Nathanael slammed him against the door and pressed his knee between his legs and Dean grunted in pain mixed with pleasure at the quick move. Dean crashed his mouth over Nathanael and pushed him back and fanatically kissed his lips and neck and nibbled his neck hungry. He tasted the skin that tasted sweeter then honey and his hands went under his t-shirt and tugged on it. Fanatically wanting to touch warm flesh.

His hands sneaked under the t-shirt and stroked the chest greedy, he moaned into the mouth. He didn't want to open his eyes and look into the light blue eyes he loved, because it would make this real and he didn't want it to be real.

Dean shook his head and rested his head on Nathanael's neck that was breathing him in, rubbing his face against his, his hands everywhere. Dean couldn't do it he shook his head, he tried to remember the threat and he backed away but there were no place to go as Nathanael had him pinned to the door, his eyes opened looking pleading at Nathanael that had this dark look in his eyes.

Dean closed his eyes and when he just felt his back lean against the door he peeked on eye open. Nathanael was watching him with those light blue eyes and Dean fluttered open his eyes the knee between his legs was not pressing him or hurting him just holding him up. If he stretched his foot out he could touch the ground with his toe tip.

Carefully he was lowered and Dean couldn't look away from Nathanael's eyes, his lips were so close. Dean's arms were pinned in a position as his he was lifting weights. Nathanael's held his wrist in a steady grip that loosened as Dean carefully pressed his lips against Nathanael's. He fluttered close his eyes and landed on the ground gently instead of Nathanael's holding his wrist he clasped their hands together before letting go and resting on his hips. His own clenching the material of cloths.

Dean lost himself into the kiss, nothing felt as good or as right in the world, this must be heaven Dean thought and was half-aware that Nathanael lead him to the bed. This was a very bad idea a real bad one.

He moaned as he felt Nathanael pull off his boots and socks, he squeezed shut his eyes tight this was not good at all. His pants didn't touch his skin anymore neither did his shirt or underwear, he was nude and he pressed his head against the pillows moaning loud as Nathanael sniffed him. His nose touching his ankle, sniffing his way up to his mouth. Dean spread his lips as he tasted Nathanael's tong.

This was not good at all no… not at all Sam was downstairs think of Sam. "Nathanael" Dean bit his lips hard to not whimper his name again but it was hard not to. As Dean felt Nathanael's naked flesh press against his he snapped his eyes open, "no" Nathanael didn't listen or didn't care.

He remembered hearing that a leader grabbed one of his clan members to his bed female or male. One day all of them had tried to kill him but with out any luck, instead of killing them all, they became his slaves in every possible way. Dean remembered seeing one of the clan members in a photo seeing the hollow look in their eyes the hope that the leader didn't pick them for the night.

Nathanael had killed the man as he had tried to take one of his clan members. A female had taken over the clan that now was harmless and lived in peace. Dean shook his head as he felt Nathanael nibble his neck, "stop" he moaned. Perhaps moaning and saying no and stop wasn't the way to go. Dean opened his eyes seeing Nathanael stand on his four hovering over him with dark desired full eyes.

"Sam," he said hoarsely. His baby brother was downstairs probably fearing for his life and he was here naked pressing his skin again Nathanael's.

"Don't worry his safe." Nathanael wanted Dean to forget about Sam and concentrate on them instead. He saw the doubt in Dean's eyes, "no one will harm him."

"His worried," Nathanael leaned down for a kiss, "his worried" he murmured into his lips and Nathanael sighed defeated. He sat up looking at Dean his finger stroking Dean's cheek that closed his eyes and tilted his head to his finger and Nathanael rested his palm against his cheek.

He wondered why he even allowed Dean to leave in the first place. He leaned forward and kissed Dean's sinful mouth and closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Dean's "I want you to stay." It wasn't an order behind it, it was a request a plea he hoped Dean would listen to.

"My family." Nathanael sat up a little colder narrowing his eyes down at Dean that looked at him and propped himself on his elbows then leaned on one as the other rested his hand on his chest to stop him from getting closer.

"I'm your family! This tribe is your family!" he growled pissed and leaned over so their nose bumped together his arms on each side of Dean's head trapping him under him efficiently. "You would have been dead if it wasn't for me. Really dead." He snapped livid and Dean kissed him softly.

"I know," he looked into Nathanael's eyes, "downstairs is my little brother I've always protected. Waiting for me, trusting me to return to him, in a motel room states away is my father. They are my family, my human family… remember having one?" Dean asked snippy the last part. Nathanael's showed his teeth and growled primal.

"I think you forget who I am." Dean blinked a couple of times and nodded his neck exposing to him but not for pleasure but for submissive ways. Nathanael sat up again this was not what he wanted, he wanted Dean to stay in his bed. Stay forever but he couldn't force him it wasn't in his nature.

"Let me take my brother back to my father and I'll return." Nathanael nodded and let Dean go it would be for a second time he let Dean out of his bed it wouldn't be a third time, he said it to Dean that looked at him as he dressed. "Why?"

"Because," he snapped, he saw the twitch of hurt in Dean's eyes and walked up to his lover and stroked his cheek soothingly, he rested his head on Dean's neck and breathed in. Dean's head rested on the shadow of beer on Nathanael's chin.

Dean rubbed his face into his neck and breathed in, his heart clenched and he couldn't help but to hug him fiercely, he desperately wanted to stop loving Nathanael so much, he wanted it to stop. He was so beautiful so freaking beautiful, Dean kissed him once before leaving. He walked down stairs feeling that Nathanael was close again, he was behind him only a few feet's away.

"Sammy you okay?" Sam nodded glancing at the pack and Dean nodded and grabbed his arm, "let's go." He lead Sam out the door as Blake and Ivan blocked the entrance. Dean twirled around seeing Nathanael lean against the trail of the stairs a hand gripping a knob.

"Remember Dean." Dean nodded but Nathanael wanted Dean to understand, "if you don't I will hunt you down and you don't want to suffer the consequences."

"Your threaten me?" Dean questioned growling. From the corner of his eyes he could see that the others was ready to attack him. Nathanael didn't say anything but just looked at him dangerously, and Dean narrowed his eyes down and pushed harshly away Blake and Ivan that fell on their asses of the force. "Back off." Dean's eyes glittered with anger as Blake tried to grab Sam. He kicked the door open in rage and pushed Sam roughly into the car.

"Dean what is it you have to remember?" Sam asked shaky while watching his brother boil with anger as he gripped the steering wheel hard. Sam licked his lips nervous and for the first time really looked at Dean. "You're one of them aren't you?" he asked shaky and gripped Dean's arm that looked at him.

"Yes," Sam Winchester's life froze. "How?"

"I died." Sam closed his eyes "I… dad send me to this job three years ago… I meet Nathanael in some bar we became… friends in a matter of speaking while I hunted for this… I can't even remember for what. I got attacked, I remember seeing this guy being ripped up while I spoke to dad, and the guy screamed like literal screamed of terror and pain. I felt a hand go through me like thousands of fire and ice… gripping my heart and almost ripping it out. Then everything got black. I woke up in manor… saw Nathanael… he changed me."

"Oh god."

"Sam, they aren't dangerous, they never hunt for humans, never harm humans. All we hunt for is animals." Sam shook his head in disbelief, "never, you think I would harm another person? Me?" Sam shook his head moving as far as he could away from him and it hurt badly.

"You died three years ago." His little brother argued.

"And came back… I didn't die, I was in a place between life and death." He snapped back, there was a silence and long one then Sam moved back sitting up correctly his mouth opening and closing. Then he said.

"So… you turn in the full moon?" Sam asked jokingly and even Dean managed a chuckle and shook his head relieved that his brother didn't hate him.

"No, we can change whenever we want to… want and want when we have too… I only… change when I hunt and feed." Dean's grip on the steering wheel loosened and he rested a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I never knew it had been three years little brother." Dean looked at the road, "so school…"

Sam closed his eyes and told Dean everything, about Jess the fire the pain, about the hunts with their father about adventures, about everything even about classes. It felt good to talk again like really talking, Dean listened and cracked some jokes and for first time in years Sam felt like he had his big brother back. "You are going to stay right?" Sam asked as he threw the bag with food in the trash before entering the car again.

"Remember what Nathanael said? About me remembering? I have to go back after I drop you off to dad."

"No you don't have to Dean you could stay dad and I could…"

"Sammy, even if every wolf out in the world would try to kill him they would fail, he's more powerful then you can image. My strength aren't even the strength he has in his toe nail on his pinkie." Sam frowned at the comparison. "And…"

"And what?" Sam asked frowning.

"I wouldn't want to harm him." Dean admitted with emotion.

"Why not? I know he gave you life but he doesn't own you." Sam argued. He looked at Dean, it was weird Dean had always looked older then him now they were about the same age. Dean's hair was a little longer then he remembered it was spiky.

"Yes he does… but it's not only that Sam…" he licked his lips nervous and looked up to the dark sky as he drove, "I love him." He whispered weakly, the wind almost carrying the words out his lips.

Sam shook his head he had to heard wrong, "you love him? As family?" he got a shook of the head "friend?" again another shook, "as in love?" Dean glanced at him looking very vulnerable, his eyes shining in the dark exposing himself putting his heart out there. "Wow… that wasn't expected… I mean… all the girls…" he trailed off his brother speaking up looking somewhat upset.

"I know… I wasn't either… I've never…" he stutter out and held his stomach "I never…"

"It's okay Dean. Does he know?" Dean shook his head and looked at him firmly. His jaw clenched his shoulder tense looking deep into his brother green eyes that looked at him with those puppy eyes.

"And he can never know Sam, ever."

"Why?"

"Why? Didn't you listen? He's the most powerful out there. His… perfect and I'm not… I… I'm gonna spend an eternity there Sam. Over eight-hundred of years will I be own. And then I'm gonna live another of five-hundred of years… if they don't kill me… you think I want him to know? He will never…" he shook his head, "mayor chick flick moment." He said sniffing a little. Angry brushing his tears away, "see what the fuck is doing to me? Making me weak and acting like a damn school girl." He offered a lopsided grin but Sam saw under the act.

It was true, never had anyone affected Dean like this, he understood the fear for Dean of exposing himself like that, under his childhood he had a real hard time expressing himself. At his early teen years, he tried once or twice only to get his hopes and heart let down.

Sam wanted to say he had to risk sometimes to gain but knew it would only piss Dean off. "Dean he did… ask a lot about you."

"What?" Dean asked frowning pulling out a cassette tape and pushing a new one in.

"Yeah… in the woods then when he dragged me into the mansion…"

"About what?" Dean asked worried glancing at Sam that was looking at him. It wasn't a talk about gossip but about serious things.

"Nothing like that more about you who you were… he got pissed when he found out you had a brother and didn't tell him, I blurred out that perhaps you didn't trust him…" he glanced at Dean that he would snap at him but he only nodded, "and he just… I don't know like vibrated anger. Dean I don't know what to say… all of this… is surreal… dad… oh god dad… he will kill you!" Sam burst out grabbing Dean's arm that grinned crooked at him.

"Yeah I kind of figured that out already." Sam didn't se the humor in it and shook Dean arm angry. "Relax he doesn't know yet… I'm just going to drop you of and you will make damn sure that dad never enter Nathanael's territory… absolutely not the private one." Dean said adamantly.

"Dean, dad has been looking for you for three damn years! You think he would just let go because you say so?" Dean glanced at him and stopped the car with an abrupt stop. Treating the car in a way he never treated her before she gave a sound of objection.

"You will make damn sure Sam! He will die! Get ripped up to pieces so will you Sam!" Sam shuddered. "Nathanael isn't the most merciful out there. His vengeance, his dangerous Sam, you don't want to get involved there." Dean warned sharply.

"But you did." Sam glanced at him as Dean started the car again.

"I didn't know. I really didn't get it until I was too involved."

§

John Winchester paced around the motel room, he had gotten a phone call four hours ago, announcing that they would be there soon. John walked out watching cars drive pass the motel, he waited and waited and sighed with relief as he saw Dean's car pull in the parquet lot.

He grabbed both of his sons into a fierce hug that hugged him back tightly especially Dean that didn't let go as Sam backed away. John looked for any wounds and Dean smiled a weary smile.

Sam was the first one to suggest that they would go inside. Once inside the interrogation started Dean shook his head and said he was tired. Dean pushed the two queen sized bed together without looking at the other in his family and laid down in the middle. The two Winchester understood his need to be close to his family. Family had always mattered to Dean it meant everything to him.

Dean stirred a couple of hours later and sneaked outside and around the motel. He had Sam's cell and called his own soon Nathanael picked up, "a month." Was the first thing Dean said not hello not anything but a month. He tried to sound secure and strong but his voice bobbled somewhat and he was shaking.

"No now." Dean squeezed shut his eyes and kneeled down balancing on his toes. He was curled together.

"Please" he choked out in a desperate plea.

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