AN: Jensen is now Dean. I'll explain the whole, 'aren't the birds pretty...' thing later in case you were confused about it. Because of what happened to Sam in the previous chapter, this one will be mostly in Dean's POV.

Only a couple more chapters left. So, be prepared that the story will soon be coming to an end.

Dean was in his tent going over everything he knew about Alastair and Nick. It wasn't much, but his contact knew that he had a personal lab somewhere within the city. He was waiting for him to get back to him with a location.

He sighed and massaged his temples in exhaustion. It's been one week since Sam left... one week since Jared left... one week since he his mate left, and Dean didn't feel any closer to finding him than he did a week ago. He slammed his hands on the table. Where was he?! Where did he go?

Dean didn't know how many times he went into the woods, but he's been all over the damn thing trying to find any trace of his mate. But he couldn't find anything. When he went into the woods the first time, he could smell a linger of Sam's vampire scent, but because it was fading into his natural scent, it was hard to pinpoint it. He felt angry that he couldn't find him.

It didn't take long for Sam's scent to disappear all together, but that didn't stop Dean from still going out there. No matter how many times the others would tell him it was a lost cause, he ignored them. If he listened to them, he wouldn't be here now trying to find this lab that he believed Sam was. He didn't know why, because there wasn't any reason to believe that that's where Sam was, but he did. He had to follow his instincts. He felt tears sting his eyes.

He turned his head to the picture on his nightstand and picked it up. A smiling baby boy in the arms of an older boy who wasn't even looking at the camera stared back at him. He didn't remember much about the day that it was taken, but he did remember that when it was taken, all he could do was stare at Sam. His whole world was right there in his arms.

"I had you back, Sammy." His voice broke when he said his brother's voice. "And I didn't even know it. Why didn't I know it was you? You were my life, and I didn't fucking know!" Dean yelled dropping the photo back down.

Dean sat back down going over everything for the umpteenth time. He didn't know why he felt that Sam was with Alastair or even Nick, but it made sense. Sam told him that his family was killed, which meant that Alastair and Nick would be the only family that he had left... the only family that he knew.

It hurt him deeply that they would be the ones Sam considered family. Dean was his real family, yet he had no idea who he was. He shut his eyes desperately trying to stop his tears. He wasn't there to see Sam grow up. He was raised by a bunch of vampires, and he wallowed in guilt for twenty years. He wasn't there to see Sam grow up to become the man he was. He wasn't there... and it was his fault. If he had just done what he was supposed to do, they wouldn't be here now.

Thinking about Sam brings him to thinking about Jared. He's in love with Jared who turned out to be his brother... the same brother who he's been looking for twenty years. He made love to his brother. Incest. He should feel guilty and ashamed for doing it, but he can't bring himself to. Why should he feel ashamed of something that felt so right? Why should he feel guilty and ashamed for doing something that felt right with his mate? If it was wrong like society made it out to be, then why would they be mates?

To make matters worse, he fell in love with Jared who was Sam the whole time. Sam knew himself as Jared, so who was Dean in love with? Was it Jared or Sam? Then again, he fell in love with Jared, but he was also conflicted because he wanted Sam. But then he finally put Sam aside and accepted Jared as his mate. What was he supposed to do now that Jared was Sam? He didn't want Jared just because he was Sam, it just happened to be a bonus for him.

But what happens when he finds out? What will Sam do when he finds out that his mate is his brother? Would he not care? Would he be angry? Would he be disgusted? Would Sam not want him? Would Sam not even want to be called 'Sam'? He doesn't know what he would do if Sam didn't want him the way he wanted Sam.

That night, Dean is looking over the blueprints that his contact had delivered to him just a few hours ago. Now that he had a new blueprint, he had to study it. He had to know everything about the place from the ground floor to the ceiling. Alastair worked there and was reported that it was where he would spend a great deal of his time. That had to be where Sam was.

Out of nowhere, Dean is startled when he hears yelling and screaming. He grabbed his gun that he had filled with the silver coated bullets and ran outside. All around him he sees humans running away scared, and werewolves in their wolf forms running toward what Dean assumed was the source. What the hell was going on?

Dean panicked a little, because this has never happened. They've never been ambushed before. He shuts his eyes trying to shift into his own wolf form, Come on, come on, but he can't. He can feel the shift in the back of his mind, but it won't come. His wolf refuses to come. He curses at his animal. His wolf has been wanting to come out for years, and now that he's trying, it doesn't want to.

Cocking his gun, he ran with the other wolves. He made his way to whoever was attacking them, and he smelled vampires in the area. Dean furrowed his brows. That was impossible. Why didn't they smell them before they made it to them? They should've been able to smell their scent before they even stepped into the woods.

He fires off his gun at vampires and humans who he knew weren't with the Archangels. Near the edge of the clearing, he sees a man he recognized. Alastair. His eyes flash red. He turns and sees Bela and Danneel's wolves.

"Danni! Bela!" They turn to him. "Get the women and children out of here. Now!" The run away to do their task.

All around him, vampires, humans and werewolves drop to the floor either dead or paralyzed. Dean fights his way closer to Alastair getting hurt along the way. Then he stops dead in his tracks when he sees a familiar person standing not too far away from him... Sam!

Sam is shooting the wolves and the humans that didn't come with them. Dean's eyes widen at the sight. It's like time was slowing down for him, only for him. He was walking, why was he walking?, toward his brother not looking away. His gun is drawn and pointed at Sam, but not even him killing his people and friends could make him fire.

Why was Sam doing this?

Sam is fighting back like a pro. He clears his throat and yells to his friends, "Don't fucking hurt Jared! Don't any of you shoot Sam!"

Dean sees Alastair still fighting, but he ignores him. He doesn't care about him at the moment. He turns back to Sam. He's just standing over the dead body of another one of his friends. Dean notices that Sam is out of bullets and throws his gun to the side like it was nothing. Dean pulled back a human from his side by the collar when he was going towards Sam, and threw him to the ground.

Sam and Dean were now standing in front of each other... face to face.

Dean still had his gun drawn, but now points it at the ground. Sam is hurting his people... Sam is fighting on the wrong side... Sam is defenseless, yet Dean doesn't shoot. He can't shoot Sam. He feels his grip on his gun shaking. His whole body is shaking.

"Jared?" Dean calls out. He figured that Sam didn't know his real name. Even with all the screaming and gun fire, he knew Sam could hear him, but he didn't answer him. Sam doesn't even make a move to go after someone else. Something was very wrong with Sam. His face was blank. His face showed no emotion. Dean looked closer and saw his eyes glazed over. He stepped closer. "Sam?"

All of a sudden, Sam lunged at him and tackles him to the ground. Dean was caught off guard, but he wasn't going to just accept every hit. Dean put up his arms to defend himself from the blows that were being thrown his way. He doesn't once try to hit back. While Dean is defending himself, he kicked Sam off of him and they struggle to their feet.

"Sam, why are you doing this?" Sam doesn't answer. "Sam! Please, stop!" Dean ducked from another hit, but was then sucker punched which knocked him on his ass. He groaned in pain.

Dean still refused to fight back, because not only was this his brother and mate, but there was no way he was going to hit Sam when he wasn't completely himself. He may not know Sam as well as he wanted to, but he did know Jared and this was not him. The little boy he loved more than anything wouldn't do this. So, how could he fight back?

Sam got on top of him and punched Dean constantly. Dean growled and with all his strength, he flipped their positions. With Sam beneath him, he pinned his arms above his head. Sam was struggling and moving to get out of Dean's grasp.

"Jared, please..."

Something flashed across Sam's eyes. Dean gasped. Not only was it because of the flash, but now that he was on top of Sam, he could smell a different scent all over him. It was similar to the scent Sam had after they had had sex. Dean growled as loud as he could. Someone touched what was his. Someone touched Sam!

Dean didn't know why he did it, but he leaned down and kissed Sam's lips hard and angry. The longer he did it, the softer the kisses became. He realized several things at that point. The first was he was crying. He broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Sam. The next was that Sam stopped struggling. A tear drop fell and landed on Sam's face.

"Sam? Please," he begged shutting his eyes pleading Sam to come back to him. His eyes shot open when he felt a hand on his cheek.

"Jensen?" a soft and fragile voice said.

Dean looked down at his mate studying his face. Sam's face was no longer robotic. He was scared and sad and lost. His eyes showed fear and shame. He got off Sam and pulled him to his feet.

"Jensen, what's happening?" Sam asked as he took in the fighting around him.

Sam and Dean looked around at all the fighting happening around them. It was like no one noticed them, because they were being completely ignored. Dean grabbed hold of Sam's hand and started to pull him away from everything. Now that he had Sam back, he didn't care about anything else anymore. He didn't care about the fight. He didn't care about Alastair. He was sorry to say it, but he didn't even care about helping his friends.

As they were making their way to the area that Dean keeps all the vehicles, he was suddenly pulled back. He was about to question Sam, when he took in the sight in front of him. Sam was in Alastair's arms with a gun pointed at his throat. Dean couldn't move, because he didn't want to take the chance that Sam would be shot. And there was also the fact that over a dozen guns were pointed at him. How many people did that bastard bring?

Alastair's eyes never looked away from Dean, even when he spoke to Sam. "If you don't stop struggling, I'll have them all shoot your boyfriend right here and now!"

Sam gulped and stilled.

Dean sees the fighting had stopped. Alastair's men had gotten the upper hand. Everyone who was left was staring as their alpha was in a fatal position. They didn't want to attack in case it would lead to Dean getting shot.

"Why are you doing this? How did you find us?"

Alastair laughed at the questions. "Because you keep trying to stop my research. You keep stealing my test subjects. The cure will happen, and there's nothing you can do about it." He looked at Sam. "If I'm right, it will be very soon. As for how I found you," he pressed the gun further into Sam's throat, "ask Sammy."

Dean was so confused. He looked from Alastair to his brother, "Sam?"

He knew it couldn't be right. Sam would never give them up, and even if he did Dean had to believe Sam had no choice. By the look of confusion on Sam's face, he was right.

"Aren't the birds pretty, Sam?" Alastiar asked Sam.

Sam's arms fell to his side and his face went blank, eyes glazing over. Dean's heart almost leaped out of his chest when he saw what happened to Sam. What the hell just happened?

"What did you do?" Dean demanded stepping forward. He was stopped when several guns were cocked.

Alastair wrapped an arm around Sam's waist. He hummed kissing Sam's neck. He ignored the growl coming from Dean. "It's just a little phrase I came up with to get Sam in a more... submissive state as a young boy. Whenever I say it, Sam will do whatever I say. He would've stayed that way if his bastard of a father didn't take him from me. Sam is completely mine and will do whatever I say."

Sam didn't react to anything that was being said between the two men. He just stood there.

Dean looked at his mate wanting to burst out in tears. "Sam, please snap out it! It's me, Dean, your brother. I love you. Please, come back to me!"

But Sam continued to stand there oblivious to Dean's outburst. Alastair laughed at the failing attempt of getting through to Sam. He pulled Sam away and looking back to the other man, "It's time we left. I'm going to take Sam back home and fuck his brains out. Kill them all."

"NO!" Dean starts after them ignoring all the guns. Now that Sam was out of the way, all of his people took that moment to attack. Dean punched a human that was about to fire at him. He knocked him to the ground and out of nowhere he finds himself overcrowded with all of Alastair's men. "Sam!"

Dean breaks free begging his wolf to come out, but the fucking animal refused. Come on you son of a bitch! Only having his eyes on Sam, he didn't notice what happened until after he tripped. His eyes never left Sam. Dean struggles to get to his feet, but then he felt a burning pain overcome his head. Black spots flash across his vision. No! He was losing consciousness. He had to get up. He needed to get Sam back. The last thing he sees is Sam and Alastair disappearing into the woods.

Dean looks around and sees nothing but white everywhere. Where was he? "Sam? Cas?" Nothing.

He was completely alone. Dean didn't know where he was or if he was anywhere. It was strange, though. He felt like he's been there before. Maybe a long time ago, he was there but nothing was coming to him that would explain anything. He walked for who knows how long in different directions. He stopped feeling like someone was behind him, like he was being followed. He spun around and his eyes widened.

It was a wolf. A black wolf. His wolf.

"What the hell?" Dean stepped closed to the animal.

The wolf growled. Dean stopped. The animal looked dangerous and wild. That was unheard of. Every wolf reflected their human side.

That was when it came back to him. He looked around and suddenly knew where he was. This was the place where every wolf came just before they turned. Every wolf was born human, and just before they turned they would go to sleep, and come here. Every wolf was told that if they wanted to turn into a wolf, they would have to find their wolf first. It was a difficult task to expect from a two or three year old, but it was very easy.

Dean remembered he came here as a boy, and was scared at the thought of being alone. He ran around looking for his parents, but couldn't find them. He had tripped and began to cry. He remembered that he was there for a long time, but then felt a warm body near him. He had looked up to see a kind and beautiful jet black wolf. He had wrapped his arms around the animal and hugged him. He remembered feeling safe.

'Why you crying?' the little wolf asked.

Dean wiped his tears away. 'I wan' my mommy and daddy.'

The wolf whimpered. 'I don't have mommy and daddy.'

Dean looked at the animal. 'Do want to come wit' me? You can be my brother.'

When the wolf agreed, he jumped into his lap and Dean hugged him as tight as he could. He wasn't alone anymore. He remembered a white light envelop them both. Now here he was standing before that same wolf as an adult. Dean felt guilty as they both stared at the other.

'I'm sorry.'

The wolf growled. 'You're sorry? You don't get to be sorry. You locked me in here alone for twenty years!'

'I know.'

'I could've helped you! I could've helped you find Sam. I loved him just as much as you did. He's mine too, not just yours. Now, after this long you decide to ask for me.'

Dean felt his bottom lip tremble and he fell to his knees. 'I need your help. Please, help me.'

The wolf whimpered. 'I can't. Sam never found his wolf. I'm sorry, Dean.' He turned his back on Dean and ran away.

'Come back!'

Dean comes to and hears several voices talking. He sees that he's back in his tent and he groans from the pain that flashed through his body. Dean slowly sat up and noticed that he had bandages on his hand and wrist.

He walked out and immediately saw Castiel and Gabriel talking to each other. Dean looked around, but didn't see anyone else. Now that he was looking for another soul, he couldn't hear anyone. No talking, no children's laughter, no wolves running around... nothing. He went up to Castiel and his brother, and when they noticed him approaching, they stopped talking.

Dean rubbed the back of his head when it started to hurt when he was looking around. "Where is everyone?"

Castiel and Gabriel exchanged nervous looks. Now that Dean was looking at them, he could see them silently debating who was the one that was going to speak. With everything that was going on, Dean's patience was running thin.

"Cas! Speak," Dean snapped at his second. He was still angry with the other wolf, but he had more pressing matters to be concerned about. He had Sam back, and then lost him just to have it happened again. He would worry about Castiel's past actions when this whole thing was done and over with.

Castiel was a wolf not some domestic dog, so he wasn't going to stand there and be spoken to as one. Then again, he was already in hot water with Dean anyway, so he bit back the remark. Instead of answering, he pointed behind Dean.

Dean looked behind him and frowned at the tent that Castiel was pointing to. It was the day care. He furrowed his brows. Why would everyone be in there? How could everyone fit in there? He had over a hundred people who were apart of the Archangels, there was no way they could all fit in there. Something was wrong.

Castiel and Gabriel followed Dean to investigate the situation. Just as Dean was walking inside, he turned to his second, "What the hell is goin-"

Dean stopped frozen at the sight before him. He could feel his heart beating rapidly. His jaw dropped. This was a trick! It had to be. Just that morning, there were hundreds of wolves and humans, both adult and children running around happy. Now... there were only four people and that was including Castiel and Gabriel.

Dean looked behind at his second. "Where are the women and children? Are they safe?" Dean could feel tears in his eyes. The children had to be okay... they had to.

Castiel nodded. "The children are okay, but the women," he took a deep breath, "not all of them made it."

Danneel stepped forward. Dean could see signs that she had been crying. He had told her to get them all to safety, and to know that the not all of the women made it had to have hurt her deeply.

"I'm sorry alpha. I tried to get them away, but the vampires were chasing after us. With all of the children, we weren't fast enough. Jody and some of her men managed to help, but by then it was too late."

Dean walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head, "It's okay. You did what you could, and I can't ask more from you. Those kids are alive because of you."

Dean looked behind her to the back and saw yet another devastating sight: Bela... crying. He pulled away from Danneel and went to Bela to see what was wrong. He didn't have to ask to see what had her in tears. She was crying over Benny's body.

It felt like getting the wind knocked out of him. No. Benny was there for him just as much as Castiel. He was there from the very beginning. Dean was the one that introduced Bela and Benny. He was there when they decided to tie the knot. Now he here he was dead.

"Bela, I'm-" He was cut off when Bela looked up at him. He didn't know how long she had been crying, but knew it had been awhile. She looked so broken, like her world had ended. Losing a mate, it might as well have.

More tears fell from her eyes, "Why? Why did you do this to us? Why did you have to bring him here?" She didn't wait for an answer, because she lowered her head and rested it close to Benny's face.

Him? Who's 'him'? Was she talking about Benny? That didn't make any sense. He didn't know what she- His eyes widened in realization. He backed away. Dean shook his head feeling more tears fall down. Did she mean... Sam did this? Or did she mean that he brought the person who did kill Benny? Did it matter?

He was about to turn to go to Castiel and the others when his attention turned to the back of the tent. From where he was standing, he already knew what it was, or what they were. Dean slowly went closer and felt his heart and breathing pick up speed.

"No," he whispered when he saw who it was that had caught his attention. He saw five of his friends laying down... dead. Five of his friends were gone. Jo, Ellen, Chuck, Kevin and Charlie were all dead.

He couldn't take it anymore. Without another look, Dean turned his back on the bodies of his friends. He lost so many people. He lost more people that night than any other time during their raids. How did he lose so many people? Why didn't he save them? He was supposed to be their leader. He was supposed to protect them, and he failed them all.

Dean didn't know how many hours had passed, but he was sitting on his bed staring down at the picture of him and Sam. He had him, and he was taken from him all over again. All of this, because of his brother. He didn't blame Sam for anything, and he didn't hate him for what happened. How could he? It wasn't Sam's fault this happened, it was his.

It was Dean's fault. If he had just taken off on his own, and searched for his brother by himself then none of these people who died that night would be dead. He was selfish to think that he could involve other people in his search for one person. He did this. He killed all of those people.

Dean grabbed the photo and stuffed into his wallet, and his clothes into a duffel bag. He shoved Sam's mother's journal into the bag as well. He looked around for his car keys and the blueprints to Alastair's lab. He didn't need them, since he's memorized everything about the building, but he had to have it just to be safe. Turning off the light, he walked out. He checked his watch. It was going to be light out in an hour. If he was going to make it, he would have to leave soon.

He ignored his friends who were standing in front of the tent to the day care. Castiel lit a match and flicked it to the ground. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to do that since they were in the middle of the woods, but none of them cared. They wanted the whole area burnt to the ground. Dean didn't stay and watch the tent catch fire.

"Dean!"

"Where are you going?"

Dean ignored Castiel and Gabriel. He just kept walking to where he kept their vehicles.

"Dean!"

"What?" Dean yelled turning around. He didn't want to waste anymore time. "What do you want?" Dean sees everyone behind him with their own bags.

Bela crossed her arms angrily. "We're going with you."

Dean shook his head, "No, you're not." He turned his back on them to continue his walk.

Bela dropped her bag and sprinted toward him. She got in front of him and pushed him back. Tears fell down her cheeks. "Well, too fucking bad. I'm not asking you. You may be my alpha, but Benny was my Alpha, my husband. I'm going with you. We're going with you."

Dean looked back and forth between them all, and suddenly felt grateful. He had great friends, and he didn't know what he would do if he lost them too. He knew Bela only wanted to go to seek revenge, but he was grateful nonetheless.

He was about to open his mouth to agree, but stopped when they all heard howling coming from the woods, and it was very close. They all turned to see five wolves running toward them. Dean smirked when they shifted into their human forms.

"Don't forget about us," Jody said.

Bobby, Jody, Lisa, Ash and Anna were standing there ready. Ready to follow him into a huge fight. A fight he admitted he was going to need help with.

Bobby walked up to him clapping him on the shoulder, "You're going to need help, Dean. Or are you still going by Jensen?"

Dean chuckled. "Dean."

"Good to have you back boy."

Dean looked between them all. He didn't want them to go, because he knew they were going to get hurt. But he knew he couldn't do this on his own. "None of you guys have to do this. There's a chance not all of us are going to come back."

Bobby shook his head, "Don't you think after ten years, it's time we ended this once and for all?"

"We're going to Pellegrino's lab. We're killing everyone. No one, but us is walking out of that building. We're stopping this cure. This ends now." Dean turned around and made his way to the cars.

There were three vehicles. The two trucks they took to their raids and when they needed to go into town to get supplies. Then there was the third. It was the only car that had a cover. The one car that no one was allowed to touch, see or even think about.

Dean lightly touched it and smiled. He ripped it off and saw the black beauty underneath. A 1967 Chevy Impala, black and gorgeous as hell. He caressed the hood. "Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?"

He threw his bag in the back and got in. Shutting the door, he turned over the engine. He shivered at the powerful roar she made. He wouldn't be able to howl himself, but the sound of his baby made up for it.

Dean stops in the center near the others. He allows the others to put their bags in his trunk, and when they close it they shift into their wolves. The light from the fire that was slowly spreading and getting closer to them made them all look terrifying.

"Hey!" They all look to him. "We're killing everyone, but if any of you go to hurt Sam, I'll make you wish you never came with me."

Dean didn't wait for any sort of response. He put the car in drive, and stepped on the gas. As he was driving out of the woods, nine wolves were running behind him. His grip on the steering wheel tightens when he hears several of the wolves howling.

"I'm coming Sam."

AN: I wanted to explain how a human changes into a wolf and there's a reason for that. And you'll find out what that is later. A wolf and the human always have a connection and that includes them being able to talk to each other. Until next time. -Kauri510