a/n Even with the lack of review i'm posting the story, i've added and removed some things in the first story check it out, maybe the language is better :)

Feeding

Raven and him were half listing to the chief that was speaking, "so the batter is done all you'll need is put in into the iron…" he trailed off as Dean poked the hot iron and yanked his hand away, "or just press the buzzer and I will come immediately." Dean offered a charming smile and sat down with Raven that had her plate ready. "You want me to fix it now?" he asked sighing and Dean smiled a bigger charming smile is finger poking the whip cream and sucked his finger happily as Raven was waiting eagerly for the chief to fix their waffles.

Both ate their stack of waffles while talking with their mouth full the chief was tired as hell but kept making chocolate chip cookies and other sweets. "Don't worry Bo you'll be off the entire day tomorrow." Dean offered as he stuffed his mouth full. Raven had left him alone after almost puking her guts off after eating one to many. He wasn't near finished, the chief was done with everything and was putting everything in jars or package them in.

"Is this the reason why you left our bed?" Dean twirled on the chair facing Nathanael with a wide sheepish smile. He had jam around his face his finger sticky and Nathanael licked his lips. He walked towards Dean and, saw the chief put everything quickly away Dean's legs spread apart, and he steeped in between them. He brought one of Dean's sticky fingers to his mouth, "delicious."

"I know he's a keeper." Dean beamed high on sugar and life.

"I was talking about you." Nathanael murmured into Dean's lips that smiled crooked. "A keeper ey?"

"Mmm"

"Not gonna have to worry about him right?" he asked while nibbling his mate's lower lip that sighed into his embrace cuddling closer to him.

"Perhaps, I mean he can cook for me all day long." Nathanael faked a growl and Dean laughed bringing him to a kiss. "Let's go to bed."

"We can do it here."

"No!" he gestured "this is like church you don't have sex in churches that's just wrong!" Dean scowled as pushed Nathanael off and twirled him before jumping on his back. "Hiddya up!"

"I don't think the expression is like that."

"Same shit." Dean snorted reaching for the last cookie on his plate and took a bite of it while holding on to Nathanael that was surely rolling his eyes at him. They were about to head upstairs when they heard crying desperate crying. "What the hell…" Dean got off Nathanael following the cries. "What's wrong?" he looked at Kelly that was crying.

"They murdered him."

"Who? Hank, they murdered Hank!" She got up, "why did they do it? We don't hunt humans."

"We don't its illegal." Dean replied before Nathanael could. "Hank… he's your boyfriend." Hank was human she had been seeing him the past three years. She nodded, looking at him sobbing. "Who did this?" she shook her head.

"Who did this?" Nathanael demanded to know.

"Billy and his group." Nathanael didn't need more he left furious.

"Nathanael." Dean called running after his mate.

"Stay put Dean." Nathanael shouted after Brandon they where out Dean looked up at Raven that was rapped in a sheet. There would be deep in the woods head of wolfs the next day. There were a reason why it was illegal to hunt humans. If drinking or feeding on a wolf drove you mad the flesh of a human would leave you addicted. There was a time wolfs did hunt humans ripping the flesh and devouring the flesh and meat. But like any addiction it drove you mad, the humans fought back. Wolfs that wasn't in a pack or real wolfs were hunted down and their heads chopped off.

Sure had Nathanael made it illegal at the time but some wolfs couldn't kick the habit of hunting humans, they eventually all died. As they were a risk to wolfs and real wolfs. They allowed humans at the time believing their kind were all dead then later making them think that wolfs or werewolf's where all in fantasy books. They could not risk humans know about their existence now with the technology so advanced with their weapons stronger and deadlier. They wouldn't risk it, it could be a end of wolfs.

Dean left her with the others to comfort her, he felt a chill in his body. Who and why would start to hunt humans again? This was not good he had a gut feeling that this was just the beginning. He hurried upstairs to Nathanael's library, many books in the library were Nathanael that himself had written. There were all about wolfs, everything. Some other leaders had some copies of some books the law books of course but their history too. Dean had tried once to read a book but only finding it impossible to understand as it was in another language, a dead language. But technology had its perks, he found the book he wanted and went to the book scanner. He put the book in matter of seconds a 3D screen appeared, he pressed the translator to English and searched for hunting humans.

He licked his lips looking at the screen flipping until he found it, Julian. The first wolf that started to hunt humans, one of Nathanael's first pack, Julian was from Rom, Dean read that they called themselves The blood wolf pack, the text was all about the arguments for killing humans about the kick about the rush, it wasn't Nathanael that written but Julian himself it was his journal. Dean shivered, he remember the kicks of killing a wolf the rush. It was so addictive, but he did feel the rush often when he and Nathanael would mate and his teeth would sink into Nathanael's body breaking the skin and tasting the blood. The transformation, being the true primal self. Being feral the rush of it all no morals no human laws that been imprinted as a child. Nothing. Just the feeling of power and need and greed.

It wasn't a habit he had just that he got carried away sometimes with need, so if they felt just a fraction of what he felt with Nathanael it must be such a need for them to want more. To kill more humans. Dean frowned, it couldn't be… he had seen that mark before. It was a mark that was in printed on wolfs that once or still were in the blood wolf pack. His eyes fluttered shut searching in his memory for that symbol he knew he had seen it somewhere. But where? Frustrated he grabbed the next book, there were no symbol. Like a fog it came, he seen it… on Cesar. Now he remembered he saw it long ago. Very, very long ago when he first meet Cesar and he had put a leg to his chest and he had seen a glimpse of that symbol on his ankle. At the time it had meant nothing… but now? Did Katharine have one too? Nathanael didn't he would know, he seen every inch on Nathanael his tong had been everywhere his hands too. So he knew what was on Nathanael skin.

But… he looked at his wrist, once he had cut off the protecting mark on his wrist, it had healed leaving a scar to then leave no visible mark of it… so perhaps had Nathanael done the same? Had Nathanael hunted humans? He shivered again, he knew that Nathanael had a dark history, that he was dark. There were much in Nathanael past Dean didn't want to know or ever want to know, he had seen glimpse of Nathanael's darker side and it hadn't been pretty. But… he had to know he opened the book seeing portraits of killed wolfs that where once in that blood pack.

He put the book back looking up high on the shelf he grabbed the ladder climbing up and pulling out the first book that was in a glass box to keep it safe, there were book which wolfs said to call the black books, it was the first writings. There were six to be exact there they where, Dean held it to his chest climbing down like holding the holy grail he opened the book gently. He had wiped his hands before even touching it, it smelled old. Old papers and scrolls. Dean wondered if he should put gloves on, ever so gently he turned the first page, it was symbols of a language, the wolf language. Only the first packs knew that language. He cursed, he put the book into the book scanner, with a computer voice it said; No record found.

"Dammit." He heard footsteps and like a child caught in the cookie jar he put the back quickly back in the glass container and hurried up the ladder.

"What are you doing?" Dean froze, he climbed up ready to put it away quickly, "come down." Dean did as he was told, Nathanael smelled wolf blood. His hands were clean but he smelled the blood, Dean knew then that Nathanael had been in his wolf shape when he killed the wolfs. "Please tell me that you didn't destroy the book Dean." The tone almost hoarse, "it's the…"

"Black book… I know… I didn't destroy it I just opened to then realize that I can't read it." Nathanael nodded his head taking the book from the inspecting it just to be sure, then as he decide that it wasn't harmed he turned to face Dean that looked skittish. "what?"

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm not…"

"Do not lie to me." Dean felt a cold stone in his stomach, one thing Nathanael couldn't stand was lies, even if there were a little one. If a lie came from him it was a big deal, as Dean was true fully with him all the time or learned to be that anyway. When he did lie once about something that was big Nathanael had been furious with him scaring him like hell.

"I was searching for answers… why wolfs are starting to hunt humans… my gut feeling says this is just the beginning, who knows how many they killed already? If humans find out we're all dead." Dean said almost hysterical, he was scared not for his life but for hundreds of wolfs.

"I would never allow anything happen to you." Nathanael didn't even think twice as he said it.

"I know. But… my gut feeling is never wrong. Ever." He said stepping closer to his mate searching for comfort.

"Being a psychic?" Nathanael teased, but it was true Dean's gut feeling were never wrong.

"I'm no psychic."

"Your brother were."

"Brother?" Dean questioned, he had no brother… like being slammed in the face memories came flooding back of a Sam Winchester, parents… about the hunt about his childhood everything. "I mean. Sam was nothing like that he saw vision." He felt uneasy, it was common for wolfs to forget about their humans lives after a few centuries. He felt a guilt inside of him.

"It is genetic… Dean you'll never forget them permently, I will remind you of them."

"Thank you… about the wolfs. They were called the blood pack, and this symbol… I thought all wolfs died that was in that pack."

"True."

"Your lying. I remember seeing that mark at Caesar." Nathanael's eyes narrowed down.

"Caesar was never in the blood pack… he was… special…"

"But he did? He did hunt humans."

"What you don't get Dean it was different times then, darker times. There is a reason why we call it dark times. Many wolfs were in that pack."

"Including you?" Dean didn't get an answer, "including you?" he snapped.

"Yes. Julian was the first Dean, was the fist wolf I ever changed. I didn't even know I changed him. It was him in a way that taught me… when I was a child I was different. I didn't relate to humans but wolfs. I spoke to them, grew up with them hunted with them… sometimes it was humans… Julian… I attacked him and he attacked back he cut me my blood must have dropped on his mouth. He changed it was him that taught me to be human. To act, to be proper gentleman."

"You shared… bed with him?" he choked out.

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Twice. In one night, I almost killed him, tore him. Then never again. I was just a boy acting on instinct." Dean looked at Nathanael. "He dressed me, I learned him how to hunt… animals or humans. Every wolf in my first pack hunted humans. So did the second batch, so…"

" Crystal? Katharine? Isaac"

"Yes. Even Isaac."

"How… was it because humans fought back? Why did you stop hunting humans?"

"I saw that it drove many mad. I made them stop. It was very difficult as for years and years they hunted humans. We learned together how to be humans again. The stronger you are the more feral you are…" Dean nodded. He would always be a mystery why he wasn't like the others that been directly changed by Nathanael.