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Season's Last Storm

Chapter 5 ~ By Your Side

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

Sonny sniffed and walked over to the counter, leaning with his butt against it. "Nothin' ... just ... It's ... does he smell like any other omega to you?"

Dean tilted his head back, standing there more casually now. "How should I know? - Haven't smelled an omega in years ...", his voice trailed off, trying to remember what it had been like.

Bobby and Sonny shared a look for the first time ever since Dean had entered the room.

"You sure there's no hunt you could go after?" Bobby's eyes narrowed.

"Dude ... are you crazy? - I can't leave when ..." And that was when it hit the youngest among the three men, and he paled the very next moment, his eyes widening as if someone had told him he became a daddy ...

NOW:

Dean Winchester sat in the chair, gulping down three glasses of bourbon in a row. This was simply impossible. Even if there was the tiniest spark of a feeling inside him, that he could possibly have a mate out there, not to mentioning an omega-mate, was too much for the hunter to take in right now. And on top of all that he should be gay? GAY?

Like these guys on the porn-channel? Alphas humping male betas and omegas?

Nah. No way. Dean Winchester wasn't gay. ... Well, okay he have had his moments when he had been younger. Had experimented around, and there might have been some male betas he have had under him ...

But that had been back then, right?

He had decided that he'd rather stick with hot chicks ... okay?

Besides, this soul-mate-shit was completely overrated anyway. You didn't just change your sexual orientation because the second half of your soul was born in the wrong body, did you? (Nope, Dean would never think about the other way round, since he was male and would ever be male, no matter of often he'd be reborn. - His SOUL was male, because there was no way HIM being a chick!)

He was a Winchester. And Winchesters didn't do change orientations that easy. EVER.

"Dean?", Bobby's voice was hesitant, as he stared at the younger pale man before him. "Are you alright son?"

The hunter continued to shake his head from time to time, obviously far away with his thoughts.

"Dean?" Sonny cocked an eyebrow at the younger alpha and then looked at his old friend. "You think he's crashing?"

Bobby shrugged. "Don't know. - Looks kinda like a mental breakdown to me ... just ... more silent?"

"Quite the same, man." The older alpha-man sighed and leaned back against the counter again, staring at the hunter absently.

Another five minutes later and Dean rose from his seat, without looking at one of the both older men. He turned around and was on his way out of the kitchen.

"Where're you goin', boy?" Bobby was on his feet the very second.

"Upstairs. - Gonna take a shower." Dean sounded zoned out. ... washing Sam's scent off ...

Doc Harding passed by that evening with the newest blood-results of the omega. He had been curious about what had made the alphas agitated and overly protective on his station, so he had ordered a couple of other tests on the omega's blood. Tests that'd show if there were any substances in his system that didn't belong there ... Not surprisingly, there were IN FACT substances that didn't belong into a human's body.

And now that he had the results, he wanted to share with the class.

When they had settled down and Sonny had called for Dean to join them, the doc opened a folder with three sheets of papers in it. He laid them out before him, before he handed them to Sonny.

"What is it?" Sonny cocked both eyebrows and stared at the results curiously.

The doctor huffed out a breath. "Pheromones ... just an overdose pheromones ..." He shook his head. "First I thought it was something he had gotten injected with ..." The doctor looked first at Sonny, then at Bobby and Dean. "... and I wasn't wrong. - I mean, I've never seen anything like this ... who would want to be in heat all the damn time anyway?"

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Why didn't it affect Sonny?"

"I never said it didn't affect me ..." The older alpha spoke up annoyed. "I just know how to deal with shit like that."

Rather surprised his both friends and the doctor looked at him.

Dean shook his head with a sly grin. "You pervert." The alpha looked up to meet the other man's glare. "Instead of trying to jump him you went shopping with Bobby that day, didn't you?"

The ex-con shrugged and looked aside embarrassed. "Needed to get it out of my system somehow ..."

"Figured something's off about it ..." Bobby muttered into his beard. They had never went shopping for a new fosterling that early. - And the way Sonny had behaved, how he had chosen the clothes for the omega ... Usually Bobby was the one who bought the things for them after Sonny had given him a list ... but this time he hadn't. He had taken care of, that everything that wandered into the shopping bags had been chosen by himself.

"So ... was it some kind of medication?" Dean asked curiously.

The doc nodded and pulled the results out. "The one who developed this serum, made it specially for THIS omega. The serum made the boy's body produce pheromones all the time. - High likely it was also more intensive as it usually would have been."

"Was there something in the blood of the dead ones too?", was Sonny's next question.

The doctor shrugged, but nodded at the same time. "High likely. - We just can't proof it anymore. The corpses got buried already ... and digging them back out would cost a lot ... Besides I think that we wouldn't find anything anymore." He cleared his throat. "It was already wearing off when he came in and should be gone completely by now. - I think, that it had to be a lot worse before. Hardly an alpha would've been able to reject him ..."

Everyone knew what the doctor meant and the bitter and concerned expression on the four men's faces increased slightly ...

"So ... this SOMEONE kept Sam on that shit? For how long?", the grizzled mechanic asked after a while of silence.

Again, the doctor shrugged. "I don't know ... I don't even have a clue how this serum could possibly work since the labor couldn't figure out what's in it. - At least not everything."

The hunter leaned back on the couch, staring into nothing ... Maybe it had just been the serum drawing him towards the omega ... Maybe he'd get away with a bruised eye and would feel NORMAL again very soon.

Then again ... Harding said, that the serum must have worn off by now ... Yatzee, Winchester – well done!

The hunter didn't visit Sam again that day. He simply couldn't get himself to do so, no matter how bad he felt drawn towards the omega. Dean spent the rest of the day in his room, cleaning weapons and sorting his dirty clothes from the clean ones, just to toss them together again at the end. They were all reeking anyway.

When the house fell silent that night, he went down into the laundry-room, where he first put the sheets of Sam's bed and the pyjama in the washing machine. He stared at it through the dim light the entire time, locked far away in his mind.

When the machine blurted out a beep, Dean sighed deeply and went over to get the sheets and pyjama out and stuffed them into the drier. The hunter then put his bare belongings into the washing machine and turned it on again.

It was far after midnight, when the laundry was done, and Dean headed with his fresh clothes back into his room.

The sheets and Sam's pyjama got placed in front of the omegas room, so he just had to pick them up and get them back into the closet the next day.

The hunter felt stupid for acting like he was. Sam probably didn't even know what was going on.

... What let Dean come to the thought, that this could be the only reason WHY Sam seemed to trust HIM more than anyone else.

So not exactly because of his awesome psychotherapeutic techniques ... more because Sam was his other half and Dean was meant to be his.

Somehow it didn't feel as bad as he had thought it would. Sure, he wasn't cool with the fact, that Sam was a guy ... and a nutcase nonetheless. But he was his soul-mate. That had to mean something. (Besides that fate sucked bigtime sometimes.)

And besides that ... Sam was an omega. Behind all that shaggy hair and skinny bones, a pretty handsome one even. - Maybe giving him a haircut wouldn't harm anyone, would it?

And Sam didn't look as he would be bothered if he'd go out with chicks anyway, would he? At least the omega wouldn't bitch around about it. - Not in the way someone else would at least.

Then again ... somehow he didn't feel like getting laid with someone else anyway. It wouldn't be fair, would it?

His thoughts paced forth and back in his mind, until Dean shoved his ridiculous ideas aside and shook his head at himself, as he laid down in the darkness, staring at the ceiling.

This morning was different.

Besides all the hunter's disturbing and weird thoughts from last night, he was up and about earlier than Bobby and Sonny would ever be. He made up two glasses of strawberry-milkshakes and put a couple of spoons full of vanilla ice cream into them. Dean then stuck a straw in each one.

When he was done, he smiled satisfied at the two glasses and picked them up.

With that honest-to-god stupid grin he wore, he went upstairs and opened the door to Sam's room with his elbow.

It was still dark inside, but he sensed eyes on him.

Sam had to be awake already ... or he was still awake. There was no way to tell, since the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be omnipresent.

Dean kicked the door to Sam's room shut with one of his feet and swept over the light-switch with his elbow, so he wouldn't topple over anything. Though there wasn't a lot to topple over anyway, since Sam didn't make a lot of a mess.

The omega lurked out under the comforter, which was pulled tightly around him, his head resting on a pillow. Sam followed the hunter's every move warily as he narrowed slowly, gripping the hem of the comforter tighter as if he was holding onto it.

Dean didn't bear the younger man's actions a lot of attention. Surely he saw the fear in his eyes, sensed his distress. But he also thought that he'd make it worse if he'd try to get sucked into the emotional world of him.

He wanted to play it cool, just letting Sam know that he wasn't a threat, by simply sticking around and showing him the matter-of-factly.

"Got something for you. - Just don't blow it to Sonny or Bobby. They won't like it that I'm gettin' you an ice-cream strawberry-shake for breakfast." He winked at the man under the comforter and sucked on the straw of his glass greedily.

Sam's big hazel-green eyes darted up at the man, and then at the fancy looking glass. Slowly but surely, the omega pulled the comforter down inch by inch, until his whole head was visible.

Dean just sat on the mattress, his back leaning against the wall, sipping on the milkshake in his right, while he held the other one in his left.

The hunter was already down to the half and was sucking thick creamy vanilla-liquid into his mouth, when Sam finally sat up and inched back into the corner, with his long legs pulled up to his chest. The omega watched Dean carefully and licked unconsciously over his lips.

Of course Dean noticed that from the corner of his eyes and smirked around the straw in his mouth. "This one's yours.", Dean said and looked at Sam with a broad smile, holding the still full glass towards him.

The omega tilted his head to the side, as his look darted forth and back in between the hunter and the glass.

"Try it, before the ice-cream melts and it's just mush anymore." Dean held the glass a bit further towards Sam, who first retreated.

The younger man sucked in his lower lip, his gaze fixed on the milk-shake. It took him quite some time to allow himself to reach for the glass, and as soon as he held it in a tight grip, Dean let go completely of it.

First the glass seemed to be heavy in Sam's hand and it slid down a bit, but he grabbed it with two hands then. The omega sniffed on the rose liquid for a moment and then poked his finger into it.

He licked the creamy fluid from his finger and closed his eyes for a brief second, relishing the taste of fruits, milk and vanilla.

A smug grin tugged on the alpha's lips as he watched Sam from the corners of his eyes.

They sat there like that for quite some time. Both of them slurping their milkshakes slowly, until their glasses were empty. Sam obviously seemed to like the taste, since he took exquisite care to not leave just a single trop in the big glass.

The hunter placed the glasses beside the mattress and eyed Sam for a while, who was about to draw back into the comforter and wrapping it around himslef slowly again.

The only place he felt halfway save was in his tight cocoon of fabric. It was warm and soft there.

It wasn't like Alistair hadn't given them such things, you know? The kids have had mattresses, comforters and pillows in the small room the seven of them shared. They also got their regular meals, three times a day.

Except you disobeyed.

Then it might could've happened (depending on how bad you disobeyed), that you had to go without food, or a mattress to sleep ... or a comforter or blankets.

What was quite the reason why Sam looked like, like he recently appeared. He had tried to get the others to run away with him. Sadly Alistair's favorite daughter didn't share his sight of things. She betrayed Sam and her sisters and brothers.

She was truly their fathers favorite. She was obedient. She did what he ordered her to do without questioning. It didn't matter what he wanted. She gave it to him, did it for him, no matter what.

Ava hadn't been always like that. When she came into her reproductive age (like their father loved to call it, when they hit the age of thirteen) she had started to change ...

There had been this system ... when you were a good child, and let Alistair have you the way he wanted to, you had close to all rights and would even get sweets, and sugar into your hot drinks.

It was the way Alistair had raised them ever since. He had loved to watch them, when they were little, and they played on the farm fetch or something else.

He liked his kids obedient and submissive.

Sam wasn't like that – ever. Of course he wasn't a rebel either. He just saw things different. He knew that some of the girls didn't like the things they had to do, whenever Alistair came into their room at night to choose one of them ... or some time during the day, when they were out on the farm, doing their work. Sam saw, that they were afraid sometimes.

Hell, it wasn't like Sam wasn't afraid of him. He knew what their father was capable of. He had endured it with his own body and mind.

Their father could be cruel, and Sam knew it. Everyone of them knew it. They just were much more afraid of what was waiting out there for them. Alistair had told them what lives for omegas were like outside the farm, and had ensured them that life with him was way more comfortable.

Oh, the things Alistair had told them. Stories ... stories Sam wouldn't want to remember.

Sam also saw the white van on the farm, wich stood there a couple of times a month. He just knew that this van must have had something to do with the disappearance of one of their brothers when he was still a little toddler.

He had watched three men in the darkness of the night, getting a small body into the white car. And – after that - Jeremy hadn't ever been seen again.

He often thought about the older boy. Had thought about him intently. Jeremy had started to give them names, had said that everyone had a name ... He had said – back then – that life wasn't the way Alistair was describing it. Jeremy had tried to teach them ... but they were too small – still too young – to understand.

When Jeremy's sisters and brothers asked where he was, Alistair just told them, that the boy had to learn it the hard way ... and that he wouldn't come back again.

Sam never saw the driver of the van, since Alistair took delicate care that they wouldn't even get a glimpse of their visitors, as he took care of that the visitors wouldn't get a look at the seven of them.

None of them had ever cared about things like that. Because they kind of trusted Alistair. He was their father after all, wasn't he?

But what Alistair obviously hadn't counted on, was the union his children shared. They were way closer among each other than with Alistair. Because they were there for each other, when he brought the child of the night back in the early morning hours.

They cleaned him or her up, wiped their tears away and shushed them, stroke them.

It was what brothers and sister did for each other in times of pain and agony and shame.

And though they all seemed to accept their fate. As if it was the most normal thing ...

Sam was one of the most disobedient ones. He and Andy and Jake. They tried to protect their girls and were always the ones who would pay when shit hit the fan.

Anyways. Before things went completely south, Sam had been locked away in the hole. Some new punishment of their father ...

A dark place, only earth and an iron panel above him. His father had him digging the hole. First Sam had thought it had to be a grave ... what actually hadn't bothered him that much.

But when his father ordered him to climb inside, and when he pulled the heavy iron panel over it, Sam started to panic.

It was dark and wet.

The night was cold and days hot as hell.

He didn't know back then how long he had spent there. He just knew that he couldn't take it anymore. Being cut off from his sisters and brothers. Without food, without water ... without anything ... he finally started to call for Alistair and started to beg.

But there was no one. Surely their father had told his brothers and sisters not to listen, to ignore him. And he couldn't blame them. They would end up like him. That was something he didn't want to happen.

One night, the iron panel moved aside slowly and Andy's and Jake's head appeared in the light of the full moon. They reached for Sam and helped him up. His muscles aching and weak from the lack of movement.

Back on earth's face, he looked into the round and saw his brothers and sisters standing there. Even Ava. And as big as his relief was of being out of the hole, it also bothered him.

Alistair would get angry. And when Alistair got angry, he got the lash out.

He actually even wanted to go back into the hole, but his siblings wouldn't let him. They had told him about a plan they had made up, ever since Sam had been on lockdown. They wanted to find a quiet place, where the seven of them could live in peace and for themselves.

Without Alphas and Betas and above all without their father.

But actually things didn't go down as planned ... and they got caught by their father and a hand full of foreigners (whose faces they recognized from the bedrooms on the first floor).

The first one to go down was Jake, who tried to lure them away from the small group. A bullet to his heart ...

... Then one after another fell. So did Sam.

And Sam kept his mouth shut. No matter how bad the bullet wound in his belly hurt, he didn't utter a single sound. He even managed to keep his mimic neutral, when hands grabbed him by the shoulders and ankles and loaded him into a big car. Beside, and beneath him cooling corpses ... the dead bodies of his siblings.

Sam didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he would see ... what would happen when he did so ...

Soon the pain started to get unbearable and he felt his mind spin down into a sea of darkness ...

"Hey, Sam." It was the hunter's voice that lured him out of his memories. Dean wore a deep frown on his forehead and concern in his eyes, as he tried to get through to the younger man again.

The omega blinked and his dark gaze flickered at the hunter for a short moment.

"I think it's time to get you cleaned up, huh?" Dean still looked concerned, but tried to hide it behind a soft smile. "What'd you say?"

Nope. Actually Sam didn't want to get into the bathroom again. He didn't want to get undressed in front of the alpha, so that he could stare at him. He didn't want to leave the mattress and the warmth of the comforter, wich he gripped tighter, so that the knuckles of his slender fingers turned white.

"We're gonna make it fast, 'kay?" The hunter still smiled. "What'd you think?"

Sam's eyebrows furrowed, as his gaze flickered up at him warily.

"If I could be sure, that you can handle the bathroom by yourself, I'd let you do it. But since you're under my watch I can't." Dean tried to explain calmly.

Though, Sam didn't show any sign, that he understood what the hunter said.

With a deep sigh, Dean shifted downwards on the mattress and turned to his side, propping up on his left elbow. He watched Sam. And Sam watched him carefully, aware of every move the hunter made beside him.

It felt weird. The green-eyed man didn't smell like the others. There was something special in his scent. Something that made him listen to him, something that wouldn't let him go. Not even when Dean was long gone and he was all alone again.

Somehow he didn't want the man to go, he didn't want him to leave. Something about his presence made him comfortable. - Sure he knew that he couldn't trust him. No one could be trusted out here.

Alistair might wasn't always nice. But he had rules. Rules that obviously didn't exist out here.

What was even more disturbing was, that he was all on his own in this room. There was no one coming in to get him. Not even at night. He was left in peace – at least until now.

The only thing those people came in was to get him into the shower and something to eat. So far he had only drunken things from them. Drinks that didn't smell like bitter medicine or tasted like water. They hadn't even tried to give him something to knock him out, since he hadn't slept a lot the past few nights.

Even his heat wasn't there anymore ... it had just vanished. For the first time in years he hadn't sweat as less as the past weeks ...

Then again, Alistair didn't give them those "shots" all the time either. - Just when he got special visitors ...

Sam was simply clueless.

Dean tilted his head to the side. He could practically see the wheels turning in Sam's brain. He was thinking ... or whatever. Though, the hunter knew that too much thinking wasn't good either way.

One of Sam's chestnut-brown bangs had fallen into his face and got tangled in his eyelashes. Something the omega didn't seem to bother ... though it bothered the alpha (or it was just an unconcsious excuse to touch him). So Dean leaned forward a bit and extended his hand slowly. As his fingertips brushed Sam's forehead, the omega flinched backwards and was back in reality the very next moment.

His eyes darted towards Dean, a confused expression in them.

"Just ...", Dean whispered and brushed the hair out of Sam's face and behind his ear, "... let me do that."

Sam froze, but relaxed the very next moment, as he felt the warmth of Dean's palm against his cheek. There was nothing more he wanted than feeling this warmth. He missed the closeness to his sisters and brothers. He had been used to be close to them, to have skin-contact. And now that everything was gone, his mind hungered for just that. For the comfort he had gotten from it. For the safety it had meant.

And before he could stop himself, he leaned his cheek into the palm, before Dean was able to pull the hand away . Sam's eyes fluttered shut. One of the omega's big hands found its way out under the comforter and laid it over Dean's, holding his hand, feeling the comfort of such a simple touch.

Dean let him. He let him have his hand, let it shift until it fit the curve of the other man's face. He felt the scratchy but still soft stubbles against the sensitive skin of his palm. The hunter didn't do as much as move his hand and Sam followed his move, until his head rested on the alpha's chest.

He sneaked his lower arm awkwardly under Sam and wrapped it around his upper back, right across his shoulder-blades and buried his fingers in the omega's soft hair.

Sam shifted a bit, making himself more comfortable in his position, when he felt a strong arm wrap around him.

Usually he would've sensed a threat or danger in the way he was now practically captured against the other man's body. But he didn't.

It might felt weird, but it also felt comfortable.

Dean didn't know how long they laid like that until his own eyelids got heavy and he dozed off. He didn't recall how they ended up holding each other when he woke up again.

He knew that he was covered by a blanket that hadn't been there before.

That the glasses of the milkshakes were gone, and there was a plate with sandwiches and two glasses with orange-juice next to the mattress instead. And there was the faint scent of a familiar smelling alpha – Sonny.

The hunter smacked his lips and sniffed.

Sam didn't even stir, when Dean took a deep inhale and yawned. He seemed to snore peacefully, the weight of his head resting heavily on Dean's chest, right above his heart.

A short glance at the watch on his wrist told the hunter, that they must have slept four hours streight. It was short before noon now. Another glance at the sandwiches left Dean's stomach rumble.

Oh god, was he hungry!

"Sammy?", he muttered hoarsely, as he moved his fingers in Sam's soft hair, massaging his scalp. "Sam ..."

The younger man rubbed his nose against the hunter's chest, but other than that there was no visible attempt that he intended to even open his eyes.

"It's time, kiddo ..." Dean sniffed and yawned again. He actually wouldn't want to move either wouldn't it be for the delicious looking sandwiches just inches outside his reach. "Shower and then lunch ...", he kind of reminded himself with a thoughtful sigh and a lingering look at the food.

The long arm that was wrapped around the hunter's middle shifted. That was then when the alpha noticed that Sam was holding onto his other hand, their fingers tangled into each other's.

The young omega rubbed his nose against the hunter's chest again, snuggling closer.

"Hey, Sam.", Dean said again, this time louder and more demanding.

What obviously got the omega's attention. With one fast movement, Sam sat upright and crumbled back into his corner, his look darting around confused. His hands were shaking as he tried to wrap the comforter around him desperately, but failed since he sat on it.

"It's okay ..." Instantly the hunter softened his voice. "Nothing happened, okay? - I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you, Sammy."

Still frantically searching the room with his look, Sam fought with the comforter, trying to get it back up over his shoulders and at the same time getting it out under his butt. The young man was close to hyperventilating and Dean didn't know what to do.

"Sam. - C'mon. - Look at me. Sammy ..." Dean tried it again, but there was no use.

The omega probably couldn't even hear him. This was one hell of a starting panic attack, something Dean just knew all too good since he had suffered from them too in his past.

Sam gripped at his own throat and clawed on it, leaving red marks of his finger-nails behind.

The hunter kneeled before him, afraid of what'd happen if he'd try to touch him. He was close to call for Sonny or Bobby, when he hissed a curse and practically threw himself at Sam. He wrapped him into his arms, buried his face into the soft hair, so that his lips were just an inch away from the omega's ears.

He held him tight, made him listen. Dean didn't let go, even when Sam started to struggle and press his hands against the hunter's chest, trying to get him to let go.

"Sammy. Listen ..:", he whispered, "It's okay, kiddo. I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you ... Calm down. 'kay? I'll let you go when you calm down." It was more exhausting to hold the squirming man in his grasp as he had thought. It was like Sam's arms and feet were giant sneaky tentacles.

Eventually – what seemed like an eternity – Sam calmed down and his squirming subsided. Slowly but surely, the omega didn't fight Dean anymore. Quite the opposite. He slumped against the hunter, wrapping his tentacle-like long arms around him and fisted the back of his shirt tightly.

The hunter just held him then, shushed him, and held him close, letting Sam do what he was doing. The younger man's body trembled and soon Dean could feel wetness soaking through the area of the fabric on his shoulder.

He didn't need to see, to know that Sam was crying. That he was desperate and afraid and mentally hurting. Dean could imagine how it felt like for Sam after the hospital and all the things.

"I'll watch out for you, Sammy.", Dean whispered soothingly. "I promise I'm going to watch out for. Nothing bad's gonna happen to you as long as I'm around. Okay?"

Sam nodded into the hunter's shoulder – much to the alpha's surprise he had actually answered.

"See? - It's much better when we can communicate, isn't it?" Dean smiled genuinely. "You can tell me what you want, and what you don't want. - You can let me know what you're uncomfortable with ..."

Sam sniffed and rubbed his nose into the older man's shoulder.

Dean could picture how the slimy snot was glueing to his shirt ... he definitely needed to get another one later.

... to be continued

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wanna know what happens in Chapter 6 ~ Drawing The Past?