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WARNINGS: I had a hard time writing this chapter. Hell knows why ...

I read through it a couple of times ... and it still feels bumpy all the way.

Storm's Last Season

Chapter 2 ~ Getting Settled

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

Through half-opened eyes, and dazed mind he could see someone else walking beside him ... he could smell another alpha close to him. He blinked his eyes open lazily, his fingers twitching.

For a split moment their looks met, and the green-eyed freckled alpha smiled down at him.

This one's scent smelled like so much more ... like safety, warmth and comfort.

"Hey there, buddy." Dean said softly – because he didn't know what to do or say else, when his gaze locked for a brief moment with the younger man's one.

NOW:

They settled the half-conscious omega on the backseat, wrapped in a blanket. The skinny man laid there, curled up, his eyes half-open.

Sonny sat beside him, the young omega's feet resting in his lap, while they drove.

Dean glanced every now and then into the rearview-mirror, checking on his friend and HIM. Pretty soon after they had left the driveway for the ambulance, the Impala was filled with the unmistakable stench of the omega. Sweet and luscious ... and scared.

Besides that ... there was also a faint smell of something different ... something that called to him ...

Oh God, how Dean hated being drawn to someone like that. Okay, he had never felt drawn to someone in this unique way. - Not ever. And he decided that he hated it.

Usually it was him to whom others felt drawn to. The omega should feel that kind of thing towards him, not the other way around.

When they finally entered the gate that led onto the salvage, the hunter blew out a sigh of relieve. He felt uncomfortable and then again cozy around the omega. He had no clue if it was because the man was actually an omega, or because he hadn't got laid the past couple of weeks ... or because of his luring scent.

Finally arriving at the house, the hunter spotted the grizzled, bearded man on the porch, obviously waiting for their return. He wore a tense smile on his face, when Dean and Sonny got out of the car.

Some time during the past ten minutes of their drive, the omega had started to get more and more restless, as if the drugs were wearing off. He started to curl up further into himself, pulled his feet from Sonny's lap and whimpered silently.

"They sedated him?" There was a hint of being-pissed-off in the old man's voice.

Dean didn't say anything. - This wasn't his job anyway. He had just been the driver ... then again, when he glanced through the window into the backseat-area and met a pair of dazed hazel-green eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

Life wasn't fair. No one should go through things like that kid probably had to. Something around the hunter's heart tightened dangerously.

"Fine. Lets get him out of there ..." Sonny sighed and leaned inside, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. "C'mon, boy. - It's more comfortable inside ..."

But the man just scrambled away from him, pushing his back up against the door in his back weakly.

"Drugs wearing off?" Bobby stood now at the hood of Dean's car, watching the situation from a save distance. He didn't want to crowd the young man. Though it would become a problem to get the kid inside when he was like that.

Sonny glanced at the old man and nodded bitterly. When he returned his attention at the frightened being, he was met with scared, panicking, tearing up eyes.

"It's okay, kiddo. - We're not going to hurt you. We've prepared a room for ya'. - A cosy bed ..." Sonny talked softly, his voice low and calm.

But the omega didn't seem to understand. Or he understood and didn't believe what moustache-man was saying. Either way it was a problem they had to work on first.

The very next moment – neither of them saw it coming – the door, the omega was leaning against, got wrenched open. The man fell backwards and got caught by a pair of strong arms, which scooped him up in the very second.

The omega was too baffled to protest, nor to defend himself.

The hunter shifted him a bit and adjusted his grip.

Bobby stared daggers at him. Sonny looked rather puzzled, but seemed to accept Dean's procedure. Or he was going to punch him later for doing it.

Either way, Dean was cool with it. The boy needed to get out of the car before the sedatives lessened further and it'd get close to impossible to get the guy out of his car without struggle.

"You're gonna bite, pinch or try to punch me and I'll drop you." Dean sounded severe, but there was this soft smile and the warm expression in his eyes, a lightness in his words that made him sound harmless. "Are we clear?"

Sam stole a short glance at the man, not clearly answering. He just cast his look back down and curled up into himself, pressing his arms tight against his chest and let himself being carried. He didn't look around, nor gave a lot of attention at his surroundings.

His mind was too fuzzy to understand. His brain felt too spongy to translate between his ear and brain.

Just when he got eased down on a soft surface, the omega dared to move again. He instantly was in the corner, his back pressed into the walls. He buried his face in between his knees, sucking in his own scent deeply.

He felt gentle hands slipping away from him and a cozy fabric covering him from the front. Soon he felt even warmer and slightly relaxing as soon as the pregnant scent of the male alpha was fading slowly.

Dean squat beside the mattresses for a few minutes sucking in deep breaths full of the omega's scent, before he got back to his feet and stepped back.

Bobby and Sonny stood in the doorway, watching the hunter closely. When the Winchester was out of the room, Bobby shut the door carefully and whirled around to face the younger man.

"What the hell, Dean?", he barked at him, lowering his voice so he wouldn't yell. Though he sounded pretty pissed.

The hunter stilled and cocked both eyebrows at the older man. "What?", he asked, slightly annoyed, "It worked, didn't it?"

A big hand landed on Bobby's shoulder, and Sonny smirked at him. "It worked, Bobby. Guess Dean's right about this." Then he looked at the younger man. "Next time you do something stupid like that, I'm gonna punch you, boy. - This could've gone down the wrong way too."

The hunter gave him a short nod, doubting that it actually could have gone south. - It had felt like just knew what to do right then. As if he knew, that the omega wouldn't freak out. Maybe because he knew that there were still sedatives in the man's system that weakened him. Or maybe because ... just because.

They went downstairs then, pouring themselves some coffee with a shot of whiskey. Bobby prepared a plate with peanutbutter-banana-sandwiches and a huge glass of apple-cider. He cut the sandwich in small pieces and put it on a tray, right beside the glass.

"Food's ready.", Bobby stated and placed the tray in front of Sonny.

The man gave him a thankful nod. "Thanks."

He then took the tray and disappeared upstairs, just to return without it minutes later. "Let's wait and see ... but I doubt he's going to touch it. - For what Harding said earlier, he haven't touched anything but hot chocolate and coffee so far ..."

Dean glanced up, still caught in the haze of the omega's scent. "He looks even more screwed than the others so far ..." He bit his lower lip pensively.

"None of the others had been buried beneath corpses ... we gotta wait for Harding for more informations. - I don't wanna get in there without being prepared." Sonny sighed and took a zip from his coffee.

Usually Sonny didn't relent on those kind of reports. So it meant he wanted to be hyper careful with the omega upstairs. That he didn't dare to do anything that could spook him off further. Obviously the alpha wasn't sure that he could help the man with his usual tactics ...

"Guess we'll see how he's really doin' as soon as the sedatives wear off." Bobby brushed over his beard. He gazed at Dean, who didn't look anymore, as he was in a hurry to take off and leave the Salvage behind. "What about you?"

"What about me?" The hunter glanced up at his old friend.

"You don't look like you're in a hurry to leave anymore ..." Bobby was a beta, but he sure as hell could read people better than alphas were able to smell them.

The younger man leaned back with a deep sigh. Something crossed his face right then and he gave Bobby a sly grin. "Guess I'm gonna stick around longer. - Therefore I don't need to pay for a place to sleep ... and food."

Rather surprised, Sonny looked the hunter over and huffed. Something was definitely off about that statement. Mostly the Winchester couldn't wait to hit the road as soon as they had an omega under their roof. Anyway. Maybe it was because Dean needed this. Needed rest and some distance from hunting. He sure as hell looked like he needed it, and neither of the older men would deny him that.

"Fine. - I guess then I've to make a run for supplies." Bobby muttered into his beard. "And pick up some stuff for the kid ..."

Dean was on his feet in no time. "With what car?" His eyes narrowed.

"Yours, you idjit.", Bobby gave back gruffly, "Or do you see any other moveable vehicles around the yard?"

"You're not gonna drive my baby.", Dean stated and fumbled in his jacket for the keys. "I'm comin' with."

"Fine." Bobby grinned. "Sonny?" He looked down at his troubled seeming friend. "Write down what you're gonna need for the boy, 'kay? - I'll check the storage."

It was late afternoon, when they came back from their shopping-trip from the mall. Both men looked utterly exhausted and wasted. They brought paper-bags and shopping bags inside and stored them on the small kitchen-table and beside of it on the floor.

Sonny leaned against the cupboard and watched the both men slumping down in the chairs with a mug grin. "Had fun?"

Both glared at him. "They've summer-sale ...", was all Bobby had to say about it. "What about the omega?"

"Drunk the cider. - But left the sandwich." He looked concerned.

"Ain't bad. - He'll need time. - Bought some protein and vitamin powder. Might as well tryin' milkshakes for starters." Bobby pulled two big plastic-bottles from one of the paper-bags and placed them on the table. "As long as we don't know why he won't touch the food – because obviously he's malnourished and has to be hungry as hell – we can't do anything."

Sonny nodded.

Dean watched the both men discuss and listened closely. He had no clue why he was that interested in the case ... and he actually tried to tell himself that he didn't care. And though ... he still had the boy's scent in his nose, making him all gooey and confused.

They didn't have to wait for long. The three men barely had stored the bought things, when it knocked on the front-door. Bobby opened it and greeted doc Harding and the sheriff – Jody Mills.

They settled down in the living-room with coffee and cookies (because Sonny always took care of his guests like that. Bobby on the other side couldn't be bothered as much.)

"Okay ..." The sheriff pulled a file from the bag she carried with and laid it on the table. It was thick and seemed heavy, and Dean wondered how they could have that much informations about a man no one knew. "That's the omega's file."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Omega?", he asked with a lough. "Doesn't he have a name?"

The thick white-grey eyebrows of the doc furrowed. "No. - Since he doesn't talk, and since he doesn't have an implanted device ... We tried to let him write it down. - But he wouldn't touch anything. "

The hunter growled at that. How could some bastard do something like that to another being? This kind of people were worse as the monsters he was hunting.

"In this file's everything we know. His wounds, the way he had been found, how he acted ... everything that could help you to make him speak, or tell us who this did." Jody laid her hand on the folder and looked Sonny in the eyes. "Me and the doc put it together for ya'."

Moustache-man nodded. "That's good. - What about the eating-thing? Is there something physical?"

The doc shook his head. "We made all tests and examinations a couple of days after the surgery. - There were several lacerations, bruises and small wounds. Most of them were old ones anyway. So we think that those he had when he was found, where from the transport. - Whoever made up the grave didn't bother to check if they were truly dead. Or he simply didn't care. The only wound that could've killed him was the bullet in his stomach." The doctor paused. "For the lack of appetite. - I tended to the conclusion, that it's something psychological. But that's on you to find out, Mister Gibbons."

"Are there any signs of sexual abuse?" Sonny asked the question as if he was ordering another beer in a bar.

The doctor sighed. "Yes. There are. - But they are older ones. Except the rupture he had on his prepuce ..." It was obviously unpleasant for the man to talk about that topic. "But it's all in there.", he pointed at the folder.

Sonny just nodded. "There's no way to tell for how long he was in the hands of the guy or woman?"

Both, the sheriff and the doctor shook their heads.

"There's not even a report that'd fit on him. - Not from the list of missing omegas.", the sheriff answered.

"Means, he probably got taken before he got his chip. - Or he never had one?" Sonny couldn't quite believe that. "Maybe the one who took him cut it out?"

Doc Harding shook his head. "No way. We would've found at least a small scar. He was clean back then." He cleared his throat. "But we implanted one into him right after the sheriff told us that there's no fitting report. - The datas and the serial number are in there too." He leaned back, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. "The kid got something else on him though ... there's a tattoo high on his neck, right below his scalp ... a bar code."

The three men's eyebrows wandered up high on their forehead.

"A what?" Dean's voice high-pitched.

"All of the dead ones had one somewhere on their bodies. - We haven't found any reports about them either that'd fit on their age or appearance. - That's why we think whoever had those kids ... he had them ever since they were born. - Or a couple of months, maybe a few years, later." The sheriff put another folder ont he table. "These are murders from about twenty-four years ago. It'd fit. All small families with little kids. The murderer killed the parents and took the two to five-year olds, but left the older siblings behind. Though we are looking for any relatives that'd be able to identify one of the kids."

"That's about the time you can smell what status they are going to have ...", Sonny muttered thoughtfully. "They were all omegas, weren't they?"

The sheriff shrugged. "High likely. But from the way the bodies were disfigured by the time we got there it's not that easy to tell. I still have to wait for the results on that."

"They never found the bastard?", Bobby spoke up, visibly irritated and angry by now.

The sheriff nodded. "So ... IF the man upstairs is one of these kids ... then he's in between twenty-five and twenty-seven years old and has been through one hell of a lot. - But he's our only chance to get a hand on the psychopath who did that."

Not that they wouldn't care less if it had been alphas or betas. - But killing omegas, not to mention torturing them, was even worse.

"Why doing something like that?" Dean shook his head in disgust. "Besides ... the pictures I saw on the news looked close to an execution to me ..."

The sheriff nodded.

"And why discard the bodies somewhere where they'd be found? Why not burying or burning them?", Dean asked, the wheels in his mind running a hundred miles per hour.

"We don't know. - That's why we need the omega's help." The sheriff cleared her throat. "We're afraid that the killer is still out there somewhere. - That's why we told the press that they were all dead. I don't want anyone besides us to know that one of the kids survived." She inhaled deeply. "Is that clear?", she mainly seemed to eye Dean, who nodded. "No word to anyone."

The men nodded in union.

They talked for a while longer over other private things, before they said their goodbyes and Sheriff Mills and doc Harding left.

It was warm and cozy and it didn't smell like he had to vomit from the acrid smell of everything he hated so much.

It was all the things he hadn't felt in a long time.

The omega knew he was somewhere else ... not in the hospital anymore at least. This room didn't look, nor smell like hospital. Though he didn't dare to touch the sandwich, nor to leave his place on the mattresses.

His eyes swept over to the giant king-sized bed in the middle of the room, right under the windows. It didn't look like anyone was occupying it. At least not recently.

The pillows and the comforter did look untouched too.

But that didn't mean, that there wouldn't come someone and sleep in it anytime soon. - It was already darkening outside, and there were voices that came from downstairs. Sure as hell they wouldn't leave him where he was right now ... they would drag him up their anytime soon.

Because that was what beds were there for, right?

The voices were muffled and he didn't understand what they were saying. - To be honest, the omega didn't even want to understand a single word of what they were talking about.

He'd see soon enough what these people had in plan for him. Maybe not now, nor in the next couple of days. But when he'd be better, when he'd look more like a human being – then – high likely – they'd come for him.

The omega tugged the blanket tighter around his shoulders and slid down, always having the wall against his back, facing the door.

Silent tears started to run down his nose and cheeks. He actually didn't know what to do, or how to escape. He had thought he finally gotten out. That his father would be the one and only monster that'd come for him. But obviously the man had been right. He hadn't lied when he said to him, that he wasn't alone, that there were others like him out there.

That there was no escape ... That the world outside the farm was way worse than any of him or his sisters and brothers could possibly imagine.

Four days later ...

Except for hanging around and watching TV, the hunter hadn't done a lot. He kind of was waiting for the omega to try and come downstairs, or to get nosy enough to leave the room, or even try to check out the house. But nada.

Maybe it was just to early though. Maybe he needed some more time.

His instincts told the Winchester to make sure that the kid was alright before he'd take on another job. Instincts he honestly didn't know he had.

He didn't feel uneasy or anything, though when there was the remarkable stench of the omega all over the house, and especially upstairs. Quite the opposite was the fact to be honest. The thing he didn't like about it was, that there wasn't just the man's typical omega-scent. There was also fear and distress lingering in the air, haunting their inhabitants 24/7.

Dean was actually hanging around on the couch in the living room, when Sonny thumped down the staircase, dripping-wet and with a washbowl in one hand, as well as a towel slung around his neck. Looked like their washing-session ended as well as the last four tries within the past days.

Sonny was quite upset and angry. Obviously kind of impatient too.

The older man slammed the basin on the ground and a loudly hissed "Damn it!" spilled from his lips, giving the basin a final kick with his boot. Dean watched him, as he tore the towel from around his neck and wiped over his face with it. "Son of a bitch!", he yelled angrily.

This was quite the first time, that the hunter saw the older man that furious. Usually Sonny was the alpha who used to keep his feelings under control. The one who kept his temper down, no matter what.

"Didn't work any better as yesterday?" Dean didn't joke. He sensed the older man's despair about the situation he was in.

A situation he had brought himself into.

Two days, and Sonny hadn't even gotten as much as a glimpse of the omega. The kid simply refused to get into contact with him. He was still too frightened and terrified of everyone and everything.

"I just don't get it ..." Sonny grumbled. "He's so freakin' terrified of me ..." The man looked at his younger friend. "I don't get him to open up a bit. - Not even getting him to take my damn hand ..." He huffed out a breath. "He's already reeking and won't even get himself clean... What the hell have they done to him?" There was lack of understanding in his gravely voice.

Dean made a thoughtful noise. Then he swung his legs from the couch and jumped to his feet. "How did that ...", he pointed at Sonny's soaking wet shirt and jeans, "... even happen?"

Moustache-man blew out a breath and shook his head. "Thought I'd get him to clean himself up on the mattress. I had him already a feet away from the basin ... - I've made a fast movement, and he scrambled backwards, sent the basin right into my freaking face ..."

Dean chuckled amused. "So he ain't aggressive?"

Sonny shook his head. "He's freakin' terrified."

Dean nodded to himself and eyed the basin for a moment. Then he walked over to it and picked it up, taking the red thing in a bit longer.

"Mind if I try my luck?" The hunter rose both eyebrows, eying his old friend with big emerald-green eyes.

Sonny chuckled amused. Alone the thought that Dean Winchester even suggested to help another man getting cleaned up and dressed into fresh clothes made him feel funny.

"Guess you can't make it any worse ... but don't blame me if you're looking like a soaked poodle later." Sonny still grinned from ear to ear, when Dean made his way upstairs. "Towels and washclothes are in the bathroom ...", he called after the younger alpha.

Dean just offered a small glance over his shoulder, before he disappeared into the corridor.

What the hell was riding him lately? He had no clue how to deal with someone who was traumatized. Hell, he didn't even had an idea of how to make it work without getting either of the both of them drenched ...

Reaching the omega's room, he stopped, staring at the door handle, before he pushed it down ...

... to be continued

... like I said ... I'm not completely happy with this chapter ... not at all ...

though, maybe someone has some bacon left for me?