"Oh I know he will kill us all. I'm ready to die for our cause." Dean looked at the man, this was not good this was not good at all.
"Why not just kill me now?" Dean cursed him and his big mouth, but he was aching he was suffering. His body couldn't take it, if he had been totally human he would be dead long ago. He could feel his life force leave him second by second. He couldn't do anything then hang there trying to balance on his toes to not but to much weight on his arms. If he lived this it would take a very long time to heal, his muscular on his shoulder blades were ripped, his collar bones broken so was his ribs. He could feel that he was bleeding on the inside to.
"What would be the fun in that?"
"He'll find me." Dean had no doubt of that.
"No he won't. Don't take it so personal. You're cool I like you... why couldn't you just have stayed as his whore? Sorry that was kind of harsh why couldn't you have stayed as his… lover? Why become his mate? What makes you so freaking special! Huh!" the shock was more powerful as it went through his body "answer me!"
"Jealous?" He gritted out mockingly. "This isn't about a cause. You want me gone cuz you want him for yourself. This aint about me not being a leader." Dean cried out in pain. He breathed out through his mouth fog coming out. "Were you his whore?" another shock went though his body. "You were. You were his whore for one night and he ditched you... Then I come along..."
"You cheated on the Nathanael himself with a cub!" Dean narrowed down his eyes. "Your precious Tom. Tell me Deano have you spoken to Tom anything lately?" Dean felt his heart hammer in his chest. "Could it be cuz he's dead?"
"What have you done to him? Answer me!"
"He suffered, then he died. Rather quickly I must say." Dean tried to attach him with his body. "Se what you did." The man went behind him gagging him. Then turned his body. Dean's breathing hitched even more in pain. He couldn't feel his arms anymore. Nor could he feel his toes. He screamed in horror in the gag, behind him was Tom hanging all gutter open. He was turned quickly again, "that what happened to your bitch. Or were you his?" Dean closed his eyes trying to escape but he felt a hard slap against his cheek "oh no you're not checking out just yet." It was a promise behind those words.
"How does it feel knowing you'll never be found? You know why? We covered your tracks. We knew it was gonna rain, knew about the storm. Your scent is washed off by now. Your trapped in this freezer… and gosh its cold." He mocked pulled the zipper up of his thick coat. "You know you hurt me, bit my friend. It's rude who knows what kind of deceases he could get..." he chuckled. "I mean he was trying to get some, and you being a whore wouldn't mind… was it that he didn't paid you?" Dean tried once again to escape but couldn't. "HEY! Pay attention when I'm speaking to you!"
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"Nathanael which way?" Blake wondered, finally gathering his courage. He failed Dean he failed Nathanael, he should have been executed for his failure. But Nathanael hadn't killed him yet. He didn't have the time perhaps.
"Shut up! I'm trying!" Nathanael screamed frustrated. It was purring rain his cloths were wet. He had the urge to cry of hopelessness.
"Dean. Dean has faith in you to find him." Raven said it secure "I know you can find him. I know your frustrated. Pissed. Please try just to focus on Dean. Please bring him back." Nathanael looked straight at her with narrowed dark radiating eyes. Maybe she was a threat to him after all. She took a step back as if she read his mind. The sky was pitch black and another thunder broke.
"The car tracks is gone. Think think. The cattle. The cattle was not just killed… Sam said he saw a mill…" he shook his head. "It was old… the once we found was frozen… freezer… a freezer. Who is it that has… Blake! You said you saw Miller. Miller is Richard's follower… its Richard that fuck!" Nathanael roared pissed.
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"Well I must admit my friend is right you are very pretty. Death shouldn't be so nice to you." Dean's eyes widen. The knife was big. "Lets take a look on that pretty face of yours." He knife pressed at Dean's cheek, "those lips. I guess he just love those. You won't be need them anymore."
"Richard!"
"WHAT!"
"Their coming! You need to leave now!"
"Dammit!" Dean looked at the two. Richard stroked his dark hair in frustration. "Kill him." Dean looked at the man that looked at him then at Richard that walked to the door, "your sacrifice won't be forgotten." Then the thick door was closed by five others. The man banged on the door.
"Richard please don't leave me in here." Dean recognized him, it was Joe from Joanna's clan he freaking hunted with him. Played with him he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "Don't look at me like that. It wasn't my idea." Dean for a second hoped that he would let him go. "I'm sorry but I don't have any other choice." Joe said as he advanced Dean with the knife.
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It finally stopped raining. Nathanael ran through the halls the others were catching the traitors that would be facing death, a trail. Nathanael would kill them all personally showing them all what happened to you if you ever ever touched Dean ever again. If you even looked at him in a weird way this would be their fate. Never again would Dean be allowed to be alone, alone which meant not in his presence. Dean would have a problem and curse and fight at him to the tooth. But Nathanael was prepared for that fight that argument. Never again did he want to feel like he was loosing Dean, never feel so freaking helpless of not finding his beloved mate.
He caught Richard scent and growled furious, Raven looked at him and nodded. Nathanael sniffed deeply running not walking fast but running his heart pumping. The scent lead him downstairs and down a narrow hallway he saw the big door and the faces of terror as two wolfs guarded the door. Blake was right behind him grabbing the two of the wolfs.
Nathanael kicked the thick metal door open that was fifteen inches thick weighed more then one tonne, there was a loud bang as it hit the concrete floor. He immediately felt the cold air slam against his warm body. He knew that the door had smashed someone but he was certain that it wasn't Dean. His eyes went immediately to the middle of the room were a limp Dean hang from the thick chains that dug into Dean's wrists to the bone.
He was at Dean's side in a split second with one easy move he ripped the chain into two the ceiling cracking. Frozen cows and meat was hanging around they truly knew what they were doing. Dean dropped in his arms and Nathanael quickly left the ice room and went out the building. He gently lowered Dean's batted body to the green wet grass. Nathanael's heart was beating fast of fear, he checked Dean's pulse it was weak to weak.
He hardly heard Raven coming no running towards him with water and blankets. Nathanael was already ripping his own shirt off and making sure he didn't press to much weight on Dean. Using his own body heat to heat Dean's so his body wouldn't go into to much of a shock. The blanket was thrown over his back making his body and the blanket covering him like a cocoon. In manner of minutes Dean's eyes fluttered up his lips quivering of the cold. His body trembling more as he became aware.
Nathanael could hardly breath as Dean's beautiful hazel green eyes looked straight into his eyes before closing. "Dean" he breathed out in relief. Nathanael felt such rage in his body, Dean's body was all broken and limp.
Nathanael was a man of many skills, art was one of them. But it had been over three hundred years since he last drew something that wasn't architecture or blue prints. Nathanael dragged the chair and sat down with the huge sketch sheet on his lap coal pencils on his thigh. He looked up at Dean that was sleeping deeply on the bed on his stomach, his arms under the pillow and the blue sheet kicked and tangled to his feet's.
Since the first time he laid eyes on Dean he wanted to draw him, well he wanted to do many things to Dean when he laid his eyes on him. Many things he done already but this he hadn't yet. The sun light was just shining through the big windows which curtains they forgot to close when they dropped on the bed. Dean looked ethereal a beautiful god he would worship forever and ever. His fingers were soon dark with coal his lower lip being licked and bitten on as he concentrated on capturing Dean's beauty.
Nathanael saw how Dean peeked his eye open and smiled lazy as he stretched his body, he smiled broad to his lover that smiled back. Nathanael slowly put down the pad and looked into Dean's eyes that looked at the drawing of himself impressed. "How many talents do you keep from me?" Dean asked hoarsely with sleep and Nathanael smirked. There were four different drawing of Dean four in different angels the latest one was a close up to only his face.
Nathanael looked at Dean like a prey, a pray he wanted to devour he stood up and smoothly stood up looking into Dean's eyes that rolled to his back looking into his eyes. Nathanael could hear Dean's heart hammer in his chest, he could smell the arousal thicken, Dean was easy Nathanael thought of Dean like a cat in heat.
He pounced on Dean that gasped into his mouth as he attacked his mouth. Nathanael looked with heavy eyes as Dean's eyes fluttered close how Dean's brows curled together as his mouth fell open when he his breath hitched when his hand travelled down Dean's body. "Your beautiful." He whispered husky feeling Dean shiver.
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They would pay.
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Dean winced as he woke up there was an IV bag and a bag with blood, a needle next to him that been used and a bottle of morphine. He couldn't move his arms, "Dean." His eyes travelled to Raven.
"Sammy?"
"The family is safe. No one is harmed. You need anything?"
"Morphine wouldn't hurt." He managed a weak smile. Raven smelled like blood. Wolf blood. It was a special smell it was their way to know if you killed your own kind. She reeked of it. "Tom they killed Tom." Raven looked down and sadly at him.
"I know. I'm so sorry Dean I knew that you and him were friends."
"Have you buried him yet?"
"Katherine did. She was furious. There's been a lot of wolf blood spelt the last few weeks. A lot. They were one hundred and seven that were in it or had knowledge of it."
"I was the most hated wolf." Dean said it bitterly and a little slurry. The morphine didn't take the effect he would want it to but it did dull the pain somewhat. He tried to bend his finger but it hurt too much it made his breath hitch and he groaned in pain. Raven was at his side touching his shoulder gently.
"Dean. Listen to me."
"No not now. I'm just… where's Nathanael?" he looked around.
"Can't you scent him?" she asked worried. Her once beautiful shiny hair cut off she was freaking beautiful, an angel would envy her beauty. Her fingers stroking his face.
"No. Please can you get him?" he said it exhausted, looking into her dark eyes that looked at him awkwardly suddenly.
"He's… busy."
"I don't give a fuck if he's coming up a world cure for cancer. Get him now!" he demanded pissed in authority that made her flinch nod her head and leave the room quickly. She didn't come back, the door opened and Nathanael stepped in looking relieved as he saw him.
"Dean." Nathanael breathed it out in a relief sigh, he had been worrying sick over Dean but he knew that Dean wouldn't wake up right away but that didn't stop him from begging Dean to wake up.
"You have time to execute wolfs that hurt me. But not time to se me? Or is it that your killing them cuz they betrayed you?"
"What?" that he didn't expect his brow knitted together looking at him in disbelief and reached out for his mate that was laying on one of their beds in one of their homes. It was the nearest home they had from the place Dean had been at, he put a glass he brought with him that had a red content it was blood, hearts and meat that been in the mixer so Dean could swallow it down.
"Don't touch me." He snapped edgy, "stop it. Stop killing wolfs. Let them live in fear instead. I don't want a blood bath in my name. When it's not even about me." He gritted it out wincing as being mad even ached. Nathanael felt his nose drills flare up he gestured with his hand wildly feeling that tension in his back he gritted out his radiating blue eyes shining.
"They hurt you!" he growled. "They hurt you Dean!" he was mad as hell, not at Dean but at those that hurt him. "You think I'll be merciful against them? They hurt you! They knew who you were…" he was interrupted by Dean's dead cold voice.
"Who's that? Nathanael's unfitted mate?" he spat it out in disgust looking without fear into Nathanael's eyes, Dean didn't fear Nathanael not at all.
"Stop it."
"I want my brother. I want to go home. I want to go to my brother. I want my family." His breathing quickened as he spoke he felt his lower lip tremble he didn't even look at Nathanael as he spoke he felt his eyes burn.
Nathanael kneeled down placing his hand on Dean's forehead the other resting on Dean's chest, "Dean." He said gently his thumb stroking Dean's forehead. Dean spoke as if he didn't hear him.
"I haven't seen him in a very long time. I need to se him. Now. Get me there or I swear I will crawl all the way there." Dean looked straight into Nathanael's eyes at the last.
"Your hurt. Baby your hurt." Dean looked at Nathanael's tearful eyes. "Your hurt." Dean looked away in anguish as he saw Nathanael's lower lip quiver. "Your hurt. I'm sorry baby I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry." Nathanael sobbed.
"Who was I to you? Before I became your mate? Was I just… a lay? A whore?" Nathanael flinched away from him hurt. Dean felt a twist in his heart, why was he doing this?
"Excuse me? We talked about this Dean." Nathanael with drew his hand from Dean standing up crossing his arms.
"Who was I to you? You were with Richard, you threw him away he loved you." Dean looked up at Nathanael.
"Many have loved the illusion of me." It was matter of factly no emotion it was flat it didn't mean anything to Nathanael, their affection their love never meant anything to Nathanael. How many had died in the name of love for Nathanael and Nathanael didn't even remember their name. How many had he thrown out like garbage?
"And me?"
"You've seen me." It was the truth Nathanael's hand hung on each side, he shown Dean every single emotion he had, everything he showed Dean himself all the time. It hurt bad really bad that Dean thought that was an illusion. Dean saw him as a wall of mystery Dean wasn't sharing either, so why was is only his to blame?
"Do you se me?"
"What are you talking about?" Nathanael asked it quickly the question harsh and he crossed his arms.
"Who was I to you Nathanael?" he really didn't want to do this now, Dean was to pale. His lips to cracked to many dark marks on that golden skin. He was hurting all over Nathanael really didn't want to do this now.
"They wanted me gone cuz I wasn't a leader. Cuz I was your whore. A whore you made to his mate. Cuz I didn't deserve the powerful Nathanael!"
"Is that how you se me? Powerful?" he felt his heart drop and put his armour on his wall up. He put an extra wall around his heart, his eyes dead. He stood up straight shutting Dean off from reading him. Dean's eyes narrowed to relax he looked away, Nathanael wanted him to look at him and not away.
"You are. There is no denying that."
"Is that all?"
"No." Dean admitted, he couldn't look at Nathanael, he didn't like that face that wall he didn't like the way he shielded away from him but he brought this up, he made Nathanael put that up.
"What makes you think I don't se more in you? I never saw you as a whore. Never once. Never." He took a step back from Dean. As Dean looked at him in a way he couldn't read he took another step back. "Why do you do this Dean? I am not your enemy. I'm not your competition. I am not a stranger. I'm not just a partner, a mate. I'm yours and it hurts Dean. Hurt that you can so easily think that I love less." The room was thick with tension and emotions. "What makes you think I don't feel the same? What do I do to make you doubt? I try to give you everything."
"I don't need things!" Dean defended angry, didn't give a flying fuck about a the newest stereo or TV.
"You look at me like I should have al the answers. I'm new at love. More newer then you. You were loved by your family. I… wasn't. I became a man at sixteen. A soldier. I had another up bringing then yours. I know all about you that you've told me. It was a different time when I grew up."
"I want to se my family."
"When your better. Or you'll…"
"Don't give me orders." There was a silence. "Tom died. They killed him, murdered him. Cuz of me. They thought I had an affair. Like you thought remember?" why did he have the need to hurt Nathanael? He was aching all over he was in pain but he couldn't stop.
"Don't go there." Nathanael warned.
"Why not?" Dean mouthed off. Something in Nathanael changed. Nathanael walked up to him leaning down his body he had a hand on his own chest the other one holding the pole of the bed.
"I'm not gonna be your punching bag anymore. I will not be the blame anymore Dean ya hear! I won't. I'm tired of fighting with you. I'm sick of it. You want to push me, and push push. You want to hurt me. You succeed. You hurt me. You hurt me then any other can Dean, you hurt me then you'll ever know." He backed away from him.
"Nathanael."
"No. your hurt. Just rest. Soon you rested I'll take you to your family and you can stay there as long as you want to stay. I can't stop you from that now can I?"
"Nathanael." He didn't reply but left the room and closed the door. Leaving Dean alone in his misery and pain. "I'm sorry."
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Sam chuckled "you look awful dude."
"Says the oldie."
"Shut up." Sam patted the bed and Dean sat down wincing and laid down stretching his aching limbs he sighed with bliss as he was laying down. He lied to Nathanael that he was better, he sort of expected Nathanael to argue with him. There had been one single nod and the car had been turned on. Dean couldn't help but to think he pushed to far. And maybe he couldn't repair it.
"Shouldn't you be at some old folks home?"
"Gee thanks Dean I feel the love…"
"Ya know what I mean."
"Yeah. But the kids won't let me… after Sarah died they been watching me like a hawk." Sam snorted then looked at Dean, "yeah she died a little over six months ago. We had a good life their nothing to complain about. I don't regret how I lived my life."
"Your talking to me like your dying." Dean said it worryingly looking at Sam that looked tired and worn.
"I am Dean."
"No." Dean said angry sitting hissing as he did so.
"Lay down. Stupid fool." Sam scowled Dean, "There's nothing you can do about it and frankly I don't want you to. I'm tired Dean. So freaking tired. We've seen things most haven't, this visions premonitions they wore me out. I feel so freaking old Dean I felt so old at forty."
"Sammy."
"That nickname I haven't heard in years."
"I'm sorry that…"
"No Dean. Its okay. Both me and dad knew that the last time you were he might be your last. We're never bitter Dean, just relieved that you were still alive." Dean looked down at his blue hands. "Dad was proud over you. So proud. And he loved you."
"I missed so much."
"You and time never did mix."
"The time I wasted just laying…"
"Too much information…" Dean chuckled. "Ya better tell that guy of yours not to bite my head of all the time, I aint as young as I use to. So I couldn't help that much. Don't know how he did it but he found you." Dean just offered a lopsided tired smile. "Dean, listen to me. I don't know what happened between you and him, but he does love you. Don't let your pride get in the way…" Dean looked down. "I had hope that you would come back at some point. I have something for you." Sam reached under the bed pulling a box, he opened it. "Pictures, Sarah loved to photo ever occasion." He said it affectingly and Dean smiled.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
"What no hug?"
"Bitch"
"Jerk." Both grinning like fools.
Dean JR looked worryingly up the stairs it had been hours and no sound was heard. None at all. He went up the stairs opening the door and froze. "Dad!" Dean startled awake, Dean JR ran to his father side that was not moving "dad? C'mon dad wake up!" his sister was at his side in matter of seconds shaking their father afraid before breaking into sobs.
Dean stroked his little brothers hair back pressing a kiss on his little brothers forehead, "heaven awaits you little brother. I should have known when you said nap. You never say nap never say I love you. Jerk." Dean broke into sobs.
His niece was clinging on his arms sobbing he stroked her back listing to the priest that was reading from the bible. JR was mute looking at the grave Clara's twins to small to understand what was happening and sleeping in their stroller.
Dean saw Nathanael sitting in the car, Dean entered the car with out a word, he looked at Nathanael in pain and laid his head in Nathanael's lap burring his face in Nathanael's stomach before he started to cry. Dean had never cried as much in his entire life, his body trembled in sorrow, his soul tearing. He felt so freaking alone, he lost his mom his dad and now his little brother. Then he felt Nathanael's hand rest on his head and he buried his face in Nathanael's stomach.
Suddenly he didn't feel alone anymore, he felt stupid for feeling like that in the first place. Nathanael was all he had left, all he had. His fist clenched in Nathanael's black suit. His eyes closed and the darkness closed into him, as he blinked away his darkness he saw the ceiling of the bedroom. He was laying in the bed covers on top of him he was stripped down to his boxers but Nathanael had dressed him in one of his old t-shirts. His eyes burned, his body felt dull and empty. He was alone, his lower lip started to tremble without shame he broke into sobs.
He felt broken. "Nathanael" he choked out in between sobs, "Nathanael please." He clung on the pillow as a lifeline curling his body together ignoring the pain in his body. The door opened and Raven stood there, "Raven, please. Nathanael." She nodded her head leaving the room, it wasn't until the sun was down Nathanael came. Dean felt Nathanael climb into the bed behind him and held his trembling body. "Where were you?" his voice raspy and hollow.
He didn't get a reply but a kiss on the neck, his hand searched Nathanael's out and brought it to his chest holding him firm, a silent request of Nathanael not leaving him, a reply was a kiss on the neck. Dean stirred hours later still feeling Nathanael close, he couldn't smell him like he could. "Am I dying?" he asked raspy, holding Nathanael's hand tight in his hold.
"No." Dean turned in Nathanael's embrace curling into Nathanael's chest trying to disappear in his embrace, "you're just weak at moment. Those chains had the same spell as the amulet you had remember? It came into your skin and because you were stronger then before you survived. But the poison is still in your system, and now you being sad it's making you even weaker. But that's okay Dean its okay to be sad. Or even angry."
Dean was silent for a long time. Nathanael breathed in Dean's scent letting go of Dean's hand that fought against it but when his hand rested on his back bringing Dean closer Dean relaxed. Nathanael kissed Dean's forehead. Dean looked up and into his eyes, "I won't leave you."
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Dean walked determent up to Raven that sat on the grass with Blake, that was unusual he glanced around him the others held their distance from them like they had the plague. Dean noticed Blake looking down in shame, "what?" he demeaned to know.
"What do you mean?" Raven asked.
"Don't play stupid. Why is everyone avoiding you two like the plague?"
"We failed." Blake replied.
"Failed?"
"Your capture." Raven said looking down the grass to.
"What? Are you dumb? Raven I told you, no I ordered you to go to Sam. Blake dude, you almost died. You did a amazing job, it was just the two of us against them all." There was a silence, "whatever." Dean snorted in no mood to get into touchy feeling crap. He cried enough, was under the cover enough, Sam freaking kicked him in his sleep telling him no screaming at him to get up. "Raven, I need you to train me again." She had trained him with swords and daggers but that didn't help him in hand bat combat. "One on one kind of fighting."
"Your still..."
"I swear if you say weak I'm gonna kick your ass." He snapped annoyed to Raven that looked down and sighed.
"Does Nathanael know?"
"Don't need his permission." When Raven didn't reply Dean looked at Blake "will you train me?"
"Would be an honour but we would need Nathanael's permission." Dean's face dropped and he left them pissed off. He walked to the other side of the house ignoring the looks of the others and went into the hall and into the training room. No one was there, Dean turned some music on and dropped on the floor to do crunches. For hours he trained kicking the bag hard he panted hard he used his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Hey." Dean looked up at Nathanael.
"Hey," Dean replied leaning forward. "Gonna scowl me or something?" Dean asked rather cold and Nathanael quirked his eyebrow crossing his arms, Nathanael had meant what he said before he wasn't gonna be his punching bag, he left him and Dean had to hunt him down then the other way around. "I just mean that everyone thinks I need your permission. I've lived with you for over thirty years… thirty…" Dean frowned looking at Nathanael that suddenly smiled at his crooked that corky smile Dean loved. "That's a long time…"
"Getting cold feet's?" Nathanael asked mockingly getting closer.
"No" Dean replied with a crooked smirk. "But back to the permission you need to tell the others that I don't need your permission for anything." Nathanael looked at him with those eyes that always made him melt. Dean walked towards Nathanael looking into his eyes "you need to tell them. It drives me nuts ok? I feel like a prison most of the times." He talked calm so it wouldn't be a fight.
"Your not a prisoner! Just that I wanted to keep you safe from something bad would happen to you."
"Guess what that happened, shit happens Nathanael it wasn't your fault it wasn't Raven's or Blake's fault. It was that fucker Richard." Dean replied angry. "I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm weak I'm not weak!"
"I never thought you were."
"Yeah? Your sure about that? Then why protect me so freaking much?"
"You know why." Dean rubbed the back of his neck, looking up and into Nathanael's eyes. "You're not trapped here, you go out. To the woods to the city and bars…"
"Yeah with Raven and Blake and four others, never alone."
"I don't go alone." Nathanael had a point there and Dean looked away.
"I'm gonna go and take a shower."
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Dean looked up to se Raven standing there, "hey… so if the offer still stand I can train you."
"What got permission?" he snorted.
"No… well sort of. We are still a little worried, about you. We all care about you here…"
"Really?" Dean asked in disbelief snorting and turned back to the punching bag, he'd been sleeping to long it was time to wake up. Raven stood next to him and touched his arm. Then out of nowhere he was flipped over hitting the mattress hard he jumped up to his feet.
"Your slow, to slow to react."
"Well I didn't expect you to flip me."
"Never expect anything." Dean felt his lip quirk up, he leaped at her crashing her down making her do a uff sound, "good." She said as she kicked him off "but foolish, what if I had a knife I could had cut you open when you leaped me."
"Ya never had a knife."
"Your sure?"
"Yes." She showed a knife and his brow twitched. He use to carry knifes as a second skin until he lived there, until Nathanael he had start to slip more and more with Nathanael getting to comfortable. To sure, to comfortable he just wanted a home… he should never had slipped up. he would start caring knifes, he would start practising his guns again. Nathanael just made him feel safe and cosy, but Nathanael couldn't always be there to protect his ass. He had to learn to really take care of himself and not depend on others as he had done with this pack for the last thirty years.
Nathanael was his mate not his protector, he understood now that he couldn't ask Nathanael to just let him wander when he didn't prove that he could take care of himself. Dean tried to remember how it had been before, he'd been a wolf longer then he ever been a human. He had been human for almost twenty one years. He tried to remember what his father taught him, it was long ago it felt like a whole other life. Another him.
Not only didn't he have to prove for Nathanael but also to himself that he was strong, that he was capable he had to grow up. But he couldn't lose himself on the way on it either. He needed to be strong not only for himself but for Nathanael, maybe one day a threat would come at Nathanael that he couldn't handle and he would need someone to help him. Determent he leaped at Raven with one quick more did he grab the knife from her straddling her holding the knife at her throat. "Better. Much better, but not good enough." She said as she kicked him off and she straddled him holding the knife but he knocked the knife out of her hands. Throwing it against the wall and the fight was on, he threw blows that she fought to block, but he got many hits in as she got hits on him.
He kicked her right in the stomach hard, and she dropped back. Dean leaped towards her and in the mid air she kicked him off hard making him crash into the wall hard his head hitting a iron pole that was there so you could pull your weight up, Dean saw black spots and he touched the back of his head seeing blood. He shook his head and looked up at Raven that stood up alert panting loud fear in her eyes. He took the opportunity to take her down, with a kick on her feet she dropped and he pinned her down with his strength.
"You okay?" she asked panting.
"Yeah." Dean said sitting up he tilted his body down so their noses bumped together, "se I'm a quick learner." He sat up looking down at Raven she was a beautiful girl that kind of girl he would had marry. Nevertheless, he was with Nathanael and he didn't love Raven like that. He stood up and helped her up. "C'mon lets hunt, I'm famished."
When Dean entered the bedroom Nathanael was sprawled on the bed on his stomach, Dean closed the door, kicked off his muddy shoes, and stripped down as he was walking towards the bathroom to take a well-needed shower. Not aware that Nathanael's eyes were open and had smelt the air and feeling a jealousy in his stomach. Dean threw the towel away and crawled on the bed on top of Nathanael placing kisses up the spine to his neck were he nibbled.
"You smell like blood." Dean touched the back of his head, it was healed after he had eaten. He had taken a careful shower… well he must have caught it before he took the shower.
"I was training hit my head." Dean replied raspy kissing Nathanael again, wanting to do other things then talking, he placed a firm kiss on Nathanael's cheek. He moved off as Nathanael turned around and Dean straddled him again quick to lean down for a kiss, his tong asked of access and it twirled eagerly in Nathanael's mouth as he opened his mouth. Making out was something he really enjoyed to do it was the best hello and se you later and let's waste some time together.
He broke the kiss touching Nathanael's lips looking with dark desire full eyes into Nathanael's light blue ones. They rolled and Dean's legs locked around Nathanael's hips and soon sounds of panting and pleasure echoed through the room.
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Nathanael felt the cold breeze hit his face, the summer was over and autumn was here, he liked the autumn it was so freaking beautiful in the forest. He sat down on a sock looking out in their beautiful view of mountains, he fluttered closed his eyes enjoying the silence and calm but it wasn't long as he could smell Raven getting closer. It was very unusual that she would search him out she always kept out of his way, never questioned him very loyal but that was before Dean, the last ten years she grown even closer to Dean and he didn't like it.
He thought he expressed that well with disapproving looks when she got to friendly. "What is it that you want Raven?" it meant many things Nathanael looked at the red sky the sky looked to be on fire.
"Thought you wanted some company."
"If I wanted it I would have asked for it." He said it cold.
"Then I won't disturb you." She said turning insecure around.
"But?"
"Huh?"
"You were gonna say but." Nathanael said glancing at her that stood there beautiful in her purple dress.
"I am no threat to you." Raven said daringly looking down.
"Say what?"
"You know what I'm talking about. I'm no threat for you. He loves you." Raven knew she was risking her life. But not setting things straight was even more of a risk. "What do you think he does when your gone?" she asked looking at him, this was her leader the one she respected above all else who she served for hundred of years.
"Is with you?" Nathanael replied shortly looking straight at Raven that crooked her head her lips quirking up shaking her head.
"He sulks." Nathanael's brow twitched. "He like literal sulks. He drags his feet after him, like a lost little puppy or something. It's the most adorable thing." She said with affection, her eyes sparking a little more. Nathanael felt his lip twitch.
"You love him." He narrowed down his eyes at her feeling his heart pump harder, fear so full with fear.
"Yes. He's my family. His my little brother." Nathanael looked at her suspicious. "He reminds me of Colin," her voice trembled a little. "You are not foolish, you know that I was about to die. He reminds me of my family, just as I remind him of his. I am his sister the sister he never had. But I am also in some freakish way his mom." Nathanael frowned. "I'm his friend best friend except from you."
"Your sure about that?" he question daring.
"If I wasn't I wouldn't speak to you. He changed us all Nathanael. He can never se it, he will never get how much he meant for this clan, for you. You're my leader and I will die to protect you. Not that you need it but you know I will, you know I'm loyal to you."
"Does he know how you feel." Nathanael demanded to know it wasn't a question.
"Of course." She chuckled, "I am the only female in his life that he refuse to go to bed with." Nathanael narrowed his eyes at her. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I would have left Nathanael if that changed." Nathanael looked at her.
"I turned you. I took you under my wing. But don't think for one moment the second you start to feel anything… try to do anything I will end It." it was a promise she shuddered feeling suddenly.
"That I have no doubt of." Raven said cold.
"Good then we cleared the air." She snorted "now leave." She hurried away from him it wasn't until the sky was a little darker he could smell his mate getting closer, walking lightly he was in a good mood, he couldn't help but to feel his lips quirk up. Dean nudged him with his shoulder looking at the sky and around him in awe.
Dean turned to face Nathanael that looked at him with a smile which he responded brightly, "Hey." He pressed his lips towards Nathanael's sighing happy smiling happy and relaxed as he looked at the sky making Nathanael move over and sat down on the cold stone and pressed his body closer to Nathanael.
"Hey." Nathanael replied with a wide smile and winked at Dean that moved his neck to the side and Nathanael rested his head on Dean's shoulder then felt Dean's head rest on his.
"Cleared things with Raven?" Dean asked gently.
"Yes."
"Why don't I believe you?" Dean asked a little sternly.
"What? I did." Nathanael said sitting up straight sighing, so much of being in a good mood.
"I'm her family Nathanael nothing more. Get that." Dean said the last harshly his smile gone. "I don't want to find out that you told her to stay away then we are gonna have some big problems." He warned his brow crinkled his arms crossed.
"I didn't."
"She is alive isn't she?" Dean sounded insecure suddenly and Nathanael felt Dean sniff him.
"Yes."
"Hurt?" another sniff.
"No."
"Good." There was a silence. "Your to jealous for your own good. Not everyone is after me. If anyone that should be worried it should be." Dean said more lightly nudging Nathanael that shook his head feeling his lip quirk up again.
"Are you?" he asked teasing.
"No I trust you." Nathanael smiled wide teeth shining in the dark the sun setting. "What?"
"Haven't heard that for a long time."
"Shut it. You know that I… love you dork." Dean stuttered the last part almost out looking at the sky again that was dark stars shining.
"Is it really that hard to say?" Nathanael asked curious. It wasn't like he was giving Dean love poetry or love songs but it shouldn't be that hard to say it. I love you three words. Three simple words. It was just words.
"Yeah."
"Not for me, and I never meant them before." Nathanael said hearing birds go to their nest and owls wake up, he heard a deer break a twig. The air much colder but it felt nice still.
"That's cuz you have nothing to lose." Dean said raspy scratching his head like he always did when things were getting to emotional for him when feelings started to get to hard.
"What do you got to lose?" Nathanael asked with a frown.
"You." Dean said looking into Nathanael's eyes with a sad smile.
"How come?"
"The ones I love always seem to die. I told my mom I loved her everyday and she died. If the gods hear if I'm to happy they will just take the person away." Dean stated like it was the obvious thing.
"But the… gods don't effect me." Nathanael offered, not believing in such things. He lived to long seen too much to believe in anything like that anymore. But he did believe in life after this.
"Your sure about that?" Dean asked as if he was asking if there really was a santa, Nathanael held back a chuckle cuz Dean was serious he looked into Dean's eyes saying before placing a firm kiss on Dean's lips.
"Yes."
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"Hit me."
"I am!" Dean snapped annoyed.
"Your holding back." Dean sighed annoyed, "don't hold back, never hold back. Take with all of your force." Dean looked at him, "you can't hurt me." Nathanael said then pushed Dean that stumbled. "Hit me c'mon. Hit me. Dean HIT ME!" Dean clenched his fist and punched Nathanael straight in the gut that didn't even react. "That's not good enough. Your telling me that's all you got? That's pathetic."
"Shut up! You know pissing me off wont work. It will just make you unlucky tonight." Dean growled angry as he kicked Nathanael that with one sweep knocked Dean down hard on the mattress. Nathanael kneeled down. "It's your fault, I haven't trained for years." Dean said it sulky like a little kid. Nathanael had the urge to kiss him but Dean had asked him to train him when Raven taught him everything she could… or said she could.
"That's no excuse skills are something you never forget. What did your dad teach you huh? Hit once and it's over?"
"Shut the fuck up?" Dean pushed himself up angry pushing Nathanael that quirked his lips up.
"Se that push was better then that weak punch. Now I want you to try to take me down with everything your father taught you. No weapon this time, just your body strength." Dean glanced up and down Nathanael's chest biting his lower lip his head tilting. "Focus." Nathanael said half amused. "I am the enemy, I'm the threat, lets say… I just hurt you brother, I just cut up his children, killed your father." Dean felt a fury awake in him. He growled at Nathanael, "good feel that. Hold on to that, now fight me."
Dean fought Nathanael with everything he had, every skill he possessed, he didn't hold in once. He felt his heart slam hard in his chest his adrenalin on full beat. He was panting feeling that feral within him "embrace the wolf use it! Become one with it. Your body is a weapon, every action has it ripple effect, know your enemy's weakness use it. Find it, let it think you have one but its not. I will train you that you won't have a weak spot." Nathanael spoke clearly and with authority, like a trigger to pump Dean up, as he blocked easily Dean's hits and blows. As Dean leaped him he just shrugged him off like nothing, when Dean clawed him his skin didn't break.
Finally Dean dropped on the floor beat panting loud, sounding like a asthmatic sweat purring down his body. Dean freaking saw black spots in his vision he wanted water he wanted a freaking shower. He wanted… he wanted to be better. His father taught him good, hand-to-hand combat he knew but he was better with a weapon in his hand a gun a riffle. He looked up at Nathanael that kneeled down his lips quirked up. "Your dad taught you good Dean, but it's not enough in this world. Not near enough, you need to know more, I'll teach you every combat that ever existed. I will train you that you'll take down fifteen wolfs without a sweat." Dean looked at Nathanael in awe. He sure had a powerful mate. A perfect mate for him that could challenge him. "C'mon lets get you to the shower."
"Naw I'm good here." Dean panted he heard Nathanael chuckle he was dragged up his feet that felt like jello. He felt like clay as Nathanael's fingers dug into his sore muscular in the shower, kissing each muscular as it became relaxed. Dean could so easily turn to clay in Nathanael's embrace, all of his tension and worry would wash away in an instant.
"Your good?"
"Yeah." Dean hummed. Nathanael took him to bed were they melted together as one and sighs of bliss came out their mouths. It wasn't until dawn Dean stirred and looked up at Nathanael that was looking in deep thought. "Sch, Sleep." Dean dropped a heavy hand on Nathanael's eyes to get them go close repeating sch. But Nathanael took away his hand gently.
"I'm good, I need to think."
"You think too much." Nathanael chuckled, "you know what I mean… so tell me." Nathanael quirked his eyebrow up in a your sure you wanna know? Dean quirked his lip in an I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.
"I'm young. Did you know that?" Dean chuckled into Nathanael's chest rubbing his face to wake up and breathe in the scent he was in love with.
"Your old dude." His voice raspy with sleep.
"In that sense…. Yes. But I'm young. People don't know that. I'm twenty two. There's been wolfs that been older then me... The oldest was thirty-five. He lived eighty years as a wolf. He was older then me." Nathanael stated looking up the ceiling his hand stroking up and down Dean's back that curled even more into his skin.
"Ok…"
"I mean… your should be like fifty six by now right."
"Your boneing me man." Nathanael laughed.
"Well you should but you don't feel older then twenty right?"
"So?"
"What makes you think I don't feel the same?" Dean's brow twitched. It was to late or early to think so freaking much Dean murmured something about the next mate would be a air head Nathanael pinched him sort of hard and Dean yelped a I'm kidding!
"Well… you lived over… two thousand of years so…" his chin burring in Nathanael's chest that propped his head up with his arm.
"Yeah, true. I learned things. But in a mind of a twenty year old. You learn things to right?" Dean nodded. "Same here. The difference between us is that I'm stronger then you. That's all. No more to it." Nathanael said like he was talking about nothing in particular.
"Yeah there is." Dean said more awake, looking up to Nathanael that looked into his eyes, Dean was bound into those light blue eyes, he blinked as Nathanael's beautiful plumy lips moved.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah your being alpha…" Dean said with a wrinkled forehead stating the obvious.
"Yeah, I became one cuz I was the beginning."
"You and your cousin." Dean corrected feeling somewhat proud that he knew something. He wouldn't tell Nathanael that he hunted down a couple of wear wolfs in his life.
"Yeah. But he died of old age." Nathanael admitted his hand resting on Dean's lower back.
"Huh? I didn't know that…" to figure that man out was impossible he was so full with secrets and knowledge perhaps someday he would crack them all. And when he did he would start questioning them. Wanting to learn more, cuz he wanted to learn from Nathanael he wasn't that dumb he knew that Nathanael was filled with knowledge and knowledge was never bad to have.
"He was…the father of the origin of werewolf's." Nathanael said calmly.
"Your kidding?" Dean puffed out.
"Nope."
"That's like… who knows this?" Dean questioned.
"You?"
"Is it a secret?" Dean almost whispered making Nathanael smirk a little wider.
"No. No one bothered to ask." There were silence, Dean couldn't help but to wonder how lonely Nathanael had been before him. Maybe he had all of the others wolf to feel less alone in the world. What other possible reason could it otherwise be? He could protect himself. It just had to be. Dean lost himself in thoughts, feeling calm of hearing Nathanael's heartbeat. Stirred from his gloomy thoughts when Nathanael kissed the top of his head, saying in some way that it was all worth it. He had him now. Dean blamed less Nathanael from keeping him away he understood but still wouldn't accept it. He understood that Nathanael didn't want to lose him. But he wouldn't be that controlled that isolated enough was enough.
"You said he died after eight years somewhat of wolfs. Did he get killed?"
"The older one? No. Dean. The thing is. Many wolfs dies before one hundred. There not many wolfs are over eight hundred."
"Raven…"
"Yeah Raven. She was about to die, before you came along that is. They just… give up. They stop wanting to live." Nathanael said a little hollow. It made Dean hug Nathanael closer saying that he was with him now.
"They just lay down and die?" Dean scoffed out, he couldn't really se Raven just wanting to die... he thought he knew her obviously he didn't know everything but this… he deserved to know that right?
"Yes."
"So… leaders…" Nathanael interrupted gently talking smoothly.
"Like Joanne. She lived two hundred years. She became a leader cuz the leader before her taught her everything before he died. So she's bound to the clan for six hundred years… if she lives that long that is."
"So I might die befo…" Dean felt Nathanael tense up and he snapped at him.
"No. You won't lay down and die." Nathanael sat up.
"If you do." Dean murmured into Nathanael's skin.
"What?"
"What ya mean with what? Ya think I will stick around after you die?" Dean snorted like any other thing to do was ridiculous. Every day with Nathanael was a bonus day, he suppose to be dead by now.
"Yeah… you'd become the leader." Dean broke into a fit of bitter laughter.
"Think again. I lost Sammy. He's life line goes on but they won't know me. I mean their grandchildren don't know me. It will end when my nephew and niece dies. You and Raven are my family to."
"But you could live on with Raven." Nathanael said it a little childish sulking. Dean laughed.
"No. I love her and everything. But if you… no. I couldn't I lost too much then." Dean looked at Nathanael.
"I won't go on if you leave ya know that right."
"Copy cat." Nathanael chuckled.
"Are we planning our deaths?" Nathanael asked calmly he would follow Dean anywhere even in death.
"Hell no. You promised to show me the world. Have things to do. Places we have to taint." Nathanael laughed happy.
"To get you on an air plane is hard." Dean made a pff sound gesturing his hand.
"Knock me out with booze and I'm ready to go." Dean said smirking proud. Nathanael's fingers tapping on his hip, as a rhythm only he heard. Maybe he did, maybe one of the wolfs were listing to music.
"Did you know if your afraid of flying is cuz you don't have control over it. People that have a need for control are often afraid of flying." Nathanael said all knowing and Dean snorted.
"Then you should be petrified." Dean said smirking knowing he rubbed it in. He liked to tease him.
"No"
"You're a control freak." Dean accused and snorted crossing his arms looking away then glanced at Nathanael seeing something that surprised him. "Are you pouting? You are…" A wide 100 watt smile broke on Dean's face.
"Dean what the hell?" he asked with out heat but amusement. Dean was kissing him soundly on the face not leaving an inch un-kissed.
"You're cute when you pout." Dean stated with a big 100 watt smile.
THE END
20jan 07
the next story is called is it over, and is more erotic and more things happen not so dragged out... i'm getting in more into this world, even wrote a interlude. hehe will post it soon.