first off: THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS :)

because ya'll are so nice in your reviews & things I thought you guys deserve a damn update, don't you?

IF YOU ARE BOTHERED BY: SPELLING ERRORS & WRONG USE OF GRAMMAR YOU BETTER DO NOT READ THIS STORY!

it contains a whole lot of that kinda things ;)

THANKS A BUNCH FOR YOUR FAVORITES & FOLLOWING ME & THIS STORY

GRATEFUL THANKS TO SingReader, Dolly-Lolly, samisnotevil, steelcandy, wilddracarys, SatanicLucifer, gothpandaotaku, Deatherella, FallenAngelWolf aka lilysmom09, JoC27, watergoddesskasey, justreading444, KoolKat SuperStar DareDevil, TwixyReitz, gianess, Nyx Ro, . , Estelio nin, thinning-ice, clairvoyantsam, fallenangelwolf & guests FOR REVIEWING!

Storm's Last Season

Chapter 7 ~ Whispers

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

Dean gave him a sort not. "I'm down in five.", he said to Bobby, before he turned back towards Sam. "Sammy? - Sammy."

Tentatively, Sam lowered the comforter to steal a glimpse at the hunter.

"I'll leave the book with you, 'kay?.", he said quietly. "I'll check on you when I come back."

Sam blinked at the alpha and gave him a short nod.

Dean smiled at him. "See you later, kiddo.", and with that the alpha was up and out of the room, following the bearded man god knew where.

NOW:

Four hours. Four hours of searching, finding and getting Caleb's damn junk car up from the ditch and back on the road.

That wouldn't have been the worst.

Sadly the lock of the trunk had gotten damaged and they found themselves suddenly eye to eye with a raged, pissed off demon.

The three of them had been lucky as hell to get away the way they did. Okay, they might had gotten a bit banged up and soaked-wet. But yes, after all they were a bunch of lucky bastards.

At least no one of them had broken bones ... as far as they were able to tell.

The first thing Dean needed when he stormed through the front door of Bobby's house, was a hot shower, fresh clothes (AGAIN) and his bed. Not to forget to check on Sam as he had promised before.

When the hunter stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom down the corridor, he saw why his jaw was hurting like hell. - There was an angry dark bruise, his lip was split open and there was a small gash on his forehead that had bled pretty bad.

Fantastic.

Dean decided to ignore the pain in his back and the possible concussion and went into the shower (for the third time today) and again got dressed into other clothes, letting the soaked ones lie carelessly on the floor in the bathroom.

He staggered back down the corridor towards Sam's room, pushing the door-handle down slowly and lurked inside. Dean could sense a movement in the corner where Sam used to be, so he reasoned that the omega had to be still awake.

Okay, it couldn't hurt to at least say good night to the kid. Letting him know that everything was okay after he had taken off head over heels.

Though ... the hunter didn't come very far. A couple of steps into the room and a wave of dizziness claimed him, forcing him to his knees brutally. Dean didn't even realize the moment where everything went dark around him. Moments later his limp body hit the floor with a muffled thump.

A thump, that let Sam jump slightly.

He had instantly smelled Dean when the alpha had entered the room. He had also heard the difference of the way his footfalls sounded. That it felt so weird, that Dean hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights like he used to when it was already dark outside and entered Sam's room.

When Sam had heard the thump, he knew that something was definitely wrong with the alpha.

First hesitantly and insecure, he crawled down from the mattresses, towards the place where he saw Dean lying on the floor in a motionless heap. Though it wasn't much he was able to make out in the darkness. Just his hands and a part of his face, that were illuminated by the spare light of the moon, whose beams shone into the room.

The younger man abruptly stopped, suddenly not sure if he would be even allowed ...

Worry over the man on the floor finally won and he hurried towards him on all fours. Carefully, as if he could break him, Sam lifted the alpha's head and laid it into his lap, stroking tenderly over the damp short hair.

He saw the gash on Dean's forehead and the livid bruise on his jaw, his split lips. His siblings had just looked like that at times when they came back from Alistair ...

"No ...", he breathed, the beams of moonlight revealing a confused and beyond concerned expression on his face. "Alpha ..." Sam's voice was barely above a whisper.

He cradled the man's face in his hands, trembling fingers brushing over his throat. The alpha was breathing, he could feel the warm puffs of air against his palm. Sam slipped his arms under the man's armpits and pulled him up a bit more, so that he was resting against his chest. He laid his hand over the hunter's ribcage, feeling the way his ribcage expanded every time he took a breath.

The omega had completely failed to hear the heavy footfalls from outside the door. Just when the door to his room burst open, Sam's attention got drawn towards the three shadows that suddenly appeared before them, short before the light-switch got turned on.

Sam flinched at the sudden brightness and tightened his hold on Dean, pressing him tighter against himself. After blinking a couple of times, his vision adjusted to the change of brightness and he instantly recognized the both older men. The one with the piercing grey eyes and the half-bald head on the other hand wasn't someone he had seen before.

The omega stared up at the men who had stopped in their tracks and watched them warily.

Sonny rose his hand to signal the other both to stay back and made a step forward, squatting down close to the hunter's feet.

He locked his gaze with Sam's, who somehow didn't seem as angsty right now. He was wary, yes. He sure was afraid, as everyone else besides Sonny could smell, huge YES. But there was something more in those big eyes and the body language of the omega. There was WILL. WILL to protect what belonged to him.

Not that Sam probably was aware of it though.

"I am going to check on Dean.", moustache-man said calmly.

Sam's eyes flickered down for a moment towards the alpha. Just for a split second, so not to leave his look too long gone from the intruder before him and the other both. He knew that a single moment of carelessness could mean.

It was hard to tell if the man truly just wanted to check on the alpha ... but from his posture and the expression on his face he seemed honestly concerned.

Sonny inched closer, his hand resting on Dean's leg. A movement that hadn't gone by Sam unnoticed. Nor was he unaware of the man's hand on the alpha's leg close to his knee.

"We just want to help, Sam." Sonny inched a bit closer. "Maybe Dean is hurt. - Do you want Dean to be hurt?"

Okay, that might was mean and not very appropriate, as he saw the omega's reaction to his words. A flicker of panic on his face and the intensifying scent of fear were evidence enough.

Sam shook his head frantically, loosening his grip on the man in his arms.

"Good. - I'm going to touch him. I'm going to feel for his pulse and check on his head, Sam.", Sonny explained, coming up beside them.

Sam stole a hyper-aware glance at the two men who still stood where they had stopped. He then looked at Sonny warily, following his every move as he examined the alpha.

When he was done he backed off a bit and furrowed his eyebrows, watching Sam for a couple of long moments.

"He can't stay here on the floor.", he stated then. "He's got a concussion, Sam. - Banged his head pretty bad."

Sam's gaze flickered at the both men, then back at Sonny. He gave the alpha before him a short nod.

"Caleb – get out of here. Brew some coffee or somethin'. We'll be back down in a few.", Sonny glanced back over his shoulder at the half-bold man, who bit his lower lip hesitantly, but followed the older man's order.

Sonny's attention returned to Sam and his hunter-friend. "Me and Bobby. - We both will get Dean on the bed, okay?"

Sam's grip instantly tightened on the man in his arms, not wanting to let anyone else touch him. Letting alone taking the alpha away from him.

"Sam. - Let go. You can stay with him, okay? Just ON the bed. Not the floor.", Sonny interfered, his voice now more ordering.

He didn't trust those men. He couldn't trust them. There was no reason for him to do so. Not a single one. They had called Dean away from him and when he came back, he had been hurt. Sure Sam knew that those men high likely hadn't hurt the alpha, but they obviously hadn't tried to save him from getting hurt either.

Sam also knew that the men were right. The hurt alpha belonged into the bed and not on the floor. He just couldn't bring himself to let go just yet.

And though he eased away from Dean, when Sonny reached for the hunter's shoulders and inched back. Just enough so that the both older men had enough space to get Dean up and onto the bed.

Sam watched them cautiously while Bobby and Sonny lifted the alpha from the floor and settled him on the bed under the covers. The one with the moustache obviously was waiting for Sam to do something, but he didn't.

The omega stayed right where he was, out in the open, in the middle of the room.

"I'll stay here, Bobby.", Sonny waved at the bearded man, "Gonna wake Dean every hour or so, just to be sure."

The grizzled mechanic blew out a troubled huff and glanced at Sam, who didn't dare to leave anyone of the both of them out under his watch. Though most of the attention was directed towards Sonny, who was closest to Dean.

The man with the moustache turned the small light on the nightstand on and turned off the big one. He then went for one of the both rattan armchairs which stood beside the door and pulled it up beside the bed.

Sam glanced over the foot of the bed towards him warily, watching him as he felt once more the alpha's forehead. He then turned towards the omega and blew out a heavy breath.

"You know Sam. - We're all friends here. We are family.", he started. "We are looking out for each other. No one of us has to be afraid of the other one. No one. Most of all not you." The man cocked both eyebrows, as if he asked if Sam did understand. When he got no respond, he cleared his throat. "You do understand me, do you?" Sonny could hardly tell the omega that he KNEW that he understood. That everything Dean knew, they knew too. It would probably lead to a breach of trust between Dean and Sam.

Something he didn't dare to kick loose after the two of them seemed to make progress.

Sam didn't as much as stare holes into the older man's head. - What somehow was in fact creepy.

With a tired expression on his face, Sonny sat down in the chair, his gaze fixed at the hunter on the bed.

Sonny groaned, when the first rays of sunlight broke into the room at about thirty past six in the morning. He hadn't meant to fall asleep.

When he first opened his eyes and got aware of the awkward position of his body in the chair and his aching joints, he also felt a heavy weight upon his toes and feet. And when he looked down, he found a giant man lying in between the chair (upon his feet) and the bed. As if the omega functioned as a barrier between him and Dean.

Of course, Sam hadn't been stupid. He hadn't gotten onto the bed, just to be punished later. He had taken his place on the floor beside it. Right between the man with the moustache and the bed, where Dean was sleeping on.

Sam had waited until the man had fallen asleep, to get himself in between the two of them. He had sprawled out so, that first: Sonny had to struggle to get his feet out under him, and second: Sam would instantly know when he even intended to get up.

Sonny shook his head and yawned.

He was used to a lot of things, but that boy was some kind of a miracle to him. He was too contrary to those he had under their roof so far. On one hand, Sam seemed to be traumatized and scared, and on the other one, he sure as hell had enough backbone to show that he wouldn't leave Dean alone.

Sam even approved eventually to be THAT close to someone else, just so he would be close to his the younger alpha too.

What didn't have to be a bad thing after all.

Though it was mesmerizing ...

When Sonny got up to check on Dean and wake him once more, Sam was also stuttered awake. The man with the moustache then left, telling Sam to have an eye on the Winchester.

What Sam willingly did and would've done anyway, without having anyone to tell him to do so.

Sonny brought waffles later on. Just one plate, how Sam realized, that was meant for the omega. Though Sam wouldn't touch them. Instead he put them on the nightstand beside the glass of water, saving them up for the alpha when he'd wake up.

And FINALLY, what had felt like an eternity later for Sam, the alpha stirred and opened his eyes with a pained groan.

First disoriented, Dean gazed around the room, noticing that he wasn't in his own. Hell, he couldn't even remember what had happened after he had entered Sam's.

Dean smacked his lips and tried to force the sledge-hammer that was bouncing against his skull from the inside to a standstill. But no such luck. When he glanced at the nightstand he spotted a plate with waffles, a glass with water and two white small pills.

Slowly but surely some of his memories from the last night started to come back. Heaving Caleb's damn truck back on the road ... the demon ... checking on Sam ... and him passing out ... the countless times, Sonny hovered over him and slapped his cheeks. That bastard ...

But there was something missing, wasn't it?

He was definitely in Sam's room. The hunter's gaze fell on the empty mattresses and the abandoned comforter beside it. Sam wasn't there, but his scent was strong and omnipresent. He had to be in the room, somewhere close to him.

"Sammy?", Dean croaked out, his throat dry.

A mob of hair and a pair of wary hazel-eyes appeared on the edge of the bed slowly, accompanied by a pair of hands, which's fingers curled around the edge.

"There you are ...", the hunter's voice failed, though a small smile of relieve spread over his face, "Did you get me up here?"

Sam shook his head.

"Sonny? Bobby?" Dean watched the young man closely and saw the change in his expression that told him that the both of them had been here. "Good.", his head fell back into the pillow, "That's real good, Sam."

Relieve washed over Sam as he heard the alpha's approval. A little piece of him had been afraid that Dean wouldn't agree. Though, he haven't had much of choice had he? If those men had wanted to do something else, he could just have tried to hinder them.

Dean sat up a bit and inched back slowly, until his back was resting against the headboard of the bed. His vision slightly blurry and his head fuzzy. Not an unfamiliar feeling to him anyway and though pretty unpleasant – like always.

The alpha looked at the nightstand. He then gathered the pills in one hand and took the glass with water into the other one with a deep sigh. "That sucks", he muttered and popped the pills into his mouth, emptying close to the whole glass of water.

He placed the glass back on the nightstand and then glanced weary at the omega with a slight frown, an idea forming slowly in the back of his mind. "Did you spend the whole night down there?"

The air was slightly chilly against Dean's skin and he wondered if it was just him or if it had truly cooled down that much over night.

Sam nodded hesitantly, a visible shiver running through him, rising goosebumps all over his arms and legs. It was actually the first time that he noticed that it was a bit cold on the floor.

"Are you shivering?", Dean asked, his frown deepening.

Sam cast his look down. That was so not good.

Dean reached forward without forewarning and laid his hand over one of Sam's, a chill running up his spine. "Holy shit, Sammy. - You're cold as ice."

Sam pulled his hand away, looking dutifully to the ground, shaking his head.

Dean threw the comforter off of himself and inched to the other side of the bed. "C'mon in.", he said – a bit too serious. It sounded like an order.

The omega pulled both of his hands back, turning away slightly.

"Kiddo. C'mon. - You gotta be freezing ...", now he sounded pleading, the hunter's eyes huge, his eyebrows risen. "Get in and you'll be warm in no-time, huh? I promise I won't touch you or something. It's just like on the mattress, Sammy." Dean's voice was soft. "Like over there." He gazed towards Sam's "bed", then back at him."Just a bit higher and way more comfortable. I promise."

He flashed him a charming smile. "What'd you say, huh?" ... you trust me enough?

Sam blinked up at the alpha through long lashes. Until now BEDS hadn't been comfortable at all – except for his father. Though ... might as well he could try it. Then again ... The first time he was allowed to crawl into Alistair's bed it had been an invitation too ...

Sam sucked in his lower lip and bit down on it, thinking hard about the for and against. The longing for a warm place won over his fear of getting molested. He'd deal with the outcome later ... like he had done before.

Ever so slowly, Sam crawled onto the bed, but took exquisite care, that there was still enough room between him and Dean, who was grinning widely at him now.

"See? Ain't that bad.", he said and threw the other half of the comforter over Sam.

Sam laid there, completely rigid for a long time. To Dean it kind of looked like a dog playing dead (like dead since two days actually). The muscles in the omega's jaw were working, and his expression was blank. Kind of as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Dean noticed and tried to keep his expression as light as possible, even though the uneasiness deep inside him.

How to show a scared being, that he wouldn't harm it?

Dean decided to do it the Winchester way and scooped over the twenty inches towards Sam and pulled him against his chest, rubbing his bicep through the plaid pyjama he was wearing.

The omega tensed up almost immediately, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and tried to curl up into himself.

But Dean didn't let him.

"You're cold, Sam.", Dean whispered, as he felt the man's cool hands with his other one. "I'd say we should get you warmed up, before you catch a cold or somethin'." Dean's voice was hoarse and close to a low animal-like purr. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor, 'kay?", he said that more as an order – deliberately, "The mattress, or the bed are cool with me. - But not. NOT EVER the damn floor. - You hear me?"

Sam nodded sharply.

"Good." The alpha reached over towards the nightstand (wich was a damn acrobatic act) and fumbled for the plate with the waffles. "You hungry?"

Sam shook his head, but his stomach grumbled.

"Liar." The alpha sat the plate into his lap and ripped off a piece with his free hand from the waffle, stuffing it into his mouth.

He then ripped a piece off and held it towards Sam, who reached for it and finally (what seemed like an eon of thinking) grabbed it.

When the plate was emptied and sat aside, Dean inched back down with a moan and snuggled (not that a Winchester would ever do that) up against Sam, wrapping his arms around him.

Slowly but surely the tension faded from the omega and he practically was clinging to the hunter after some more time.

They lay there for a long while. Just like that. Slowly the pain meds started to kick in and also Dean started to relax more.

"You know ... you can trust me, right?" Dean kept his eyes closed.

Sam seemed to hesitate for a moment but nodded then, shifting uncomfortably at the alpha's side.

"The things that happened to you. - You have to know that this isn't how it's used to be. Whatever happened to you ... no one is supposed to be treated like you and your sisters and brothers." He paused, thinking if it really was a good idea to get that topic up. "And I also want you to know, that the person who did this to you doesn't know that you're alive." Dean paused again, waiting for a reaction. But there was none. Not even a single movement what probably meant even more than anything else. "The person thinks that you are dead. - They showed it on the news and everywhere. They reported that there were seven corpses in the grave, not six. - So you are safe, Sam. You don't have to be afraid that someone is going to come for you, or that you have to go back there."

The omega's arm shifted a bit, resting now across Dean's ribcage, his head resting on his shoulder.

Dean Winchester relished the feeling of a warm body beside (or half over) him. He liked the closeness to Sam. The warmth that was radiating from him and the pleasant, luring scent. He liked it so much more than he was supposed to.

The feelings it rose inside of him when it came to Sam weren't quite brotherly, how Dean had to realize. This felt like so much more – and though ... he couldn't bring himself to accept it just yet.

"My father's going to be mad at me.", came a thin, barely hearable voice from the omega. "He's going to put me back into the hole."

Dean's eyes widened for a moment and he was speechless for a couple more. Trying to keep his surprise, of hearing Sam talk, low.

"Your father doesn't know that you are here.", Dean gave back whispering, as if the fact that Sam was talking wasn't something special. Like it had never been different, afraid that Sam'd stop again if he'd point it out. "This place is safe. Six ways to sunday, Sammy. - Believe me. No one gets past me."

"Promise?" Sam's voice was raw and he sounded so afraid.

Though it was the most beautiful thing Dean had ever heard in his life. For the fact that the doctors had thought that Sam was mute, he did pretty well to proof them wrong.

"Promise." The alpha tightened his hold on Sam.

The omega pressed himself tighter up against the warm body of the hunter and closed his eyes.

"So – who's gonna be the first one to take a shower? You or me?" Dean Winchester grinned slyly. "We could try to make a run for it though. Who gets there first gets all the warm water ..."

... to be continued