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Storm's Last Season

Chapter 12 ~ Making Friends

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

The alpha stroke over Sam's head and face, wiping the wetness away. Sam eventually turned around in his arms and buried his head in the hunter's chest, who continued to rub his back and run his fingers through Sam's hair. The omega sniffed and wept, clinging to him for dear life.

"It's going to be okay, Sam.", he whispered gently, "They are going to find that bastard ... and they're going to arrest him. They'll put him away for the rest of his damn life."

NOW:

The very next morning, Sam and Dean got up and brushed their teeth together. Dean then left, to let Sam have his privacy and waited for him to finish his shower and get dressed. Then he went in and took care of his own needs.

When he was done and emerged from the bathroom, Sam sat on the bed, elbows on his knees and his head resting in his big hands. The alpha stopped in his tracks and eyed him for a long moment before he spoke up. He knew something was bothering Sam – besides all the other things that bothered him.

"What is it?"

Sam looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. "I'd like to go downstairs ... I'd like to eat with you and Bobby and Sonny ... but I can't."

Dean frowned for a moment, his mind still too slow from getting up sooner as usual, but then understood was Sam wanted to tell him. That he couldn't bring himself to go downstairs and face the men. That he probably had no clue why he couldn't either ...

That he maybe was indirectly asking for help ...

"I don't know what to say to them ... I don't know how I am supposed to act? What they want from me, you know? - I ... I can't, Dean.", Sam's voice broke a couple of times.

He still spoke so silently, that it was barely hearable.

"They don't await anything from you, kiddo. - Trust me. I'm sure you'd surprise the both of them if you'd come downstairs for breakfast. They'd feel good, you know? It's a sign that you trust them, Sammy." He smiled reassuringly. "They won't know what to say to you either. - I bet they won't even dare to look at you. So don't you worry. I'll be right there."

Sam nodded and sniffed. "What if I screw this up?"

Dean chuckled. "You can't. - You got everything?" He eyed Sam closely.

The omega smiled at him shyly. "Think so."

"Well then ... let's go." Dean extended his hand towards him and Sam took it.

The alpha was at least as nervous about it as the omega had to be, though he couldn't quite tell why. Maybe because Dean felt responsible to make it as not-problematically as possible for the omega. Maybe because Sonny and Bobby wouldn't plan on seeing Sam sometime soon. At least not THAT close. Not close enough to be just an arm-reach away from him.

"You'll see. It's nothing to worry about, Sammy." Dean bumped with his shoulder against Sam's as they reached the foot of the stairs.

"Time you get your lazy ass down here! Breakfast's ready since fifteen, boy!" Bobby obviously was in everything else but a good mood today. Just fantastic.

Sam immediately stopped in his tracks, held tighter onto the hunter's hand and tensed.

"Bobby's always like that.", he whispered and tugged on Sam's hand.

A short nod from the omega and they continued their walk towards the kitchen, though Sam stayed a bit behind, as if he was trying to hide his tall frame behind the shorter but older man.

When they entered, Bobby turned around with the spatula in his left hand and the pan with bacon in his right. The grizzled mechanic was obviously about to say something ... His eyes widened. His heart rate increased slightly and he was holding his breath.

Sonny was sitting at the table, sunken in the today's newspaper, not checking anything that was going around him.

The grizzled mechanic froze, nearly dropping the pan. This was probably the first time ever, that the old man was stuttered into silence.

Dean smirked at him and gave him a wink. "Guess we need one more plate, old man."

Bobby was too surprised to utter a single word. He just turned back around and got another plate, a fork and a knife, after he had put the pan and spatula aside.

The alpha showed Sam his place at the side of the wall. He was sitting down right next to him beside Sonny, who was still reading.

Bobby stared at Sam, who had his look cast down onto the wooden surface that was the table, as he sat the plate in front of the omega.

Dean laid his hand on Sam's thigh under the table and squeezed gently.

"I get us some coffee, Sammy.", Dean whispered and got up.

Sam flinched slightly, when the alpha actually rose from the chair to get the younger man and himself a mug, since the coffee and sugar were already on the table.

Sam stole a glance at Sonny, who wore glasses and was still reading int he news-paper. He eyed the folded paper curiously.

In the very next moment, Dean was back beside him and was in his line of sight.

Bobby glared at Sonny with a punishing gaze for not noticing the current special situation.

Usually everyone had to get his own plate filled. But today the mechanic placed the scrambled eggs, bacon and waffles, also maple sirup on the table. He still stole curious glances at the omega.

Well, it wasn't just the sight of him. It was also his scent. A scent that must have had lured Sonny out of his concentration. Then again, the man was an ex-con, trained to not getting distracted by any scent. BUT, this scent was important. A scent that should've been alarming him.

Or, Sonny was just acting as if he hadn't recognized the omega. He must've smelled him before they even entered the kitchen. Maybe this was a way to help Sam getting warm around him and Bobby. Though ... he obviously hadn't warned the grizzled mechanic.

Dean's eyes narrowed and he could see Sonny's moustache twitch and his lips curl up a bit.

Oh this bastard. Sure he had sensed Sam ...

Just when Bobby took his place at the table, Sonny folded the news-paper together and handed it over to Dean, who stared confused at the older alpha. Sonny nodded towards the omega.

The hunter understood and placed the newspaper in Sam's lap. "You can read it after breakfast if you want to.", Dean said out loud.

The youngest among them curled his fingers around the papers in his lap.

Sam leaned slightly towards him, long bangs hiding his vividly shining eyes when he cocked his head up to whisper something into Dean's ear.

The alpha closed his eyes, feeling the warm breath against his skin as Sam talked to him, ever so silently. His lips nearly brushing Dean's earlobe. Goosebumps rose all over the alpha's skin as he devoured the moment of privacy.

When Sam pulled back and stared back down at the empty plate before him, Dean's eyes fluttered open again, wondering if anyone on the table had noticed his distraction.

They had. Bobby because of the way Dean looked, and Sonny because of the way the hunter's scent changed in a matter of seconds.

"Sam says: Thank You. And that he'll give it back to you later.", Dean said with a goofy grin on his lips.

The ex-con looked over towards Sam. His mustache twitched, so did his lips. He blinked once, twice and then a soft smile spread over his face, lighting his eyes up. "You can keep it, Sam. - I'm through with it."

Sam leaned firmer into Dean's side and brought his lips to the hunter's ear once again.

"Thanks." Dean looked at his older alpha-friend. This was working out better as he had thought.

"You're welcome." Sonny didn't even bother to look at Dean. He was talking to Sam directly now.

"Fine. - Let's get some grub." Dean spoke up and eyed the meal before him, saliva gathering in his mouth.

"My food ain't grub, kid. - Mc Donalds is grub. Burger King is grub. THIS, Dean, THIS is good traditional fare. So treat MY FOOD with respect." Bobby's eyebrows narrowed. Though, everyone could tell that it high likely wasn't meant as gruffly as it may sounded.

Dean didn't even roll his eyes. There was no sly expression on his face, no snarky retort. "I know. - You both are the best surrogate father's in the world." His words were honest, so was the look in his eyes. Sure they all knew that Dean was teasing Bobby and Sonny with the old man. But there were some things that needed to be said from time to time ... just like now.

Maybe, if it hadn't been for Sam's presence he wouldn't have initiated a chick-flick-moment. - But the fact that Sam was there, with him ... that Sam hadn't been lucky enough to have a family like him ...

Sonny frowned.

Bobby rose both eye-brows in surprise.

The grizzled mechanic cleared his throat, obviously flabbergasted by the younger alpha's emotional outburst. "Fine ...", he looked at Sonny, who looked back at him with a grin, "Hurry up, or the damn food's gettin' cold."

What meant as much, as I love you too, boy.

Dean smiled warmly and he nudged Sam in the side. "So what is it? We've waffles, eggs and bacon."

Sam whispered into the hunter's ear, who put eggs and bacon onto the omega's plate and poured him some coffee with a whole lot of milk and sugar in his mug.

They ate in silence that morning.

When they were done, Dean asked the omega if he'd help him with the dishes.

Sam did.

Like every typical saturday morning, Sonny and Bobby went over into the living-room. Bobby started on some research for a fellow-hunter, while Sonny tried to look as busy as possible. Secretly he was watching the both men in the kitchen from where he sat in the recliner, pretending to help Bobby look for a certain spell.

Sonny had never been so lucky to meet someone who he felt a special bond to. Sure there had been relationships, but never the one true love of his life. He was wondering about the circumstances that had led Dean and the omega together. Wich greater power had turned on the wheels of fate, to let this happen. To let the Winchester live again.

Dean had always been a skirt chaser. Okay, he hadn't just chased skirts. Aside from the natural relief an orgasm brought with, and the feeling of being adored, it had seemed to leave him empty afterwards.

But this?

This was special. Dean cared about the omega a lot. He just had his issues with bonding and staying with someone longer than absolutely necessary. Though Sonny saw chances. He knew that if they were truly soulmates, they couldn't be without each other. Even if it'd be hurtful at the beginning ... sooner or later Dean Winchester wouldn't be able to be without his omega anymore.

"You see that?", Sonny whispered back over his shoulder, staring into the kitchen.

"What?" Bobby's gruff voice was heard.

"The way they stand there ... they're practically glued together on their hips, Robert.", he gave back silently. "There's no way this won't work ... what do you think?"

Without looking up, Bobby blew out a breath. "You know ... I think that's your first case we would've screwed up if it wasn't for Dean?"

"Fate, Bobby. That's fate. - The boy's lucky that he met Dean. I think we wouldn't have been able to get him where he's now. At least not that fast ..." Sonny smiled satisfied. "Sometimes life ain't that bad, is it?"

Bobby grinned at this old friend. The guy was one hopeless romantic. "Sure. - Some are lucky."

"Thought about the thing Dean said earlier ... about helping him to find a house ... or so." Sonny seemed pensive and serious all of a sudden. "He's going to need help with it. - He's got nothing besides his car."

Bobby looked up for the frist time. "I know. - That's why I have a plan." He smiled genuinely. "Already made some phone calls before the both of them came downstairs. - We might as well are gonna get some help."

Sam bumped with his hip into Dean's side. Dean bumped back into his.

Sam giggled.

Dean chuckled. "Dude. - Stop it. We're gonna ruin the dis-"

A loud clattering echoed through the house and the two dishes wich former were in Dean's hands, scattered into hundreds of pieces on the floor, slithering in every possible corner and under the table.

Sam's eyes widened in horror, his hand flew to his mouth and covered it in shock. He went white, suddenly unable to breathe.

Instead of cursing, or looking at the mess on the floor, Dean instinctively reached for Sam. He laid his hands on the man's biceps, his happy face falling.

Sam stood there, frozen, completely horrified.

"It's okay, Sammy." He instantly knew that this had to be one of the many things that hadn't ended well in his past. "Nothing happened. Just plates. No one got hurt.", his voice was calm and serious, not allowing someone to say something else. "It's fine. - Okay? We are going to clean this up and everything's good again."

If Dean had tought Sam couldn't lose any more color he had been wrong.

"I'm sorry.", he breathed, his face screwed up as if it had physically hurt him. "Oh god oh god ... I broke them. I broke them ..."

The breakfast had went down so good and now he had destroyed the man's plates. He had destroyed the property of someone else ... Something expensive. Something his father – Alistair – would've never granted.

Dean cupped the taller man's face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "It's okay, Sammy.", he said silently, "It's okay. Bobby's not gonna be mad, I promise. - You're not the first one who broke something."

"But I ... I ... I broke it ..." There was sheer panic in the omega's eyes.

"And I say it's okay. Things like that happen. All the time." Dean ran his thumps over Sam's cheekbones. "Bobby's not even gonna be mad. I swear."

Sam's eyebrows furrowed. He swallowed hard. "I broke his property. I broke it." He didn't – he COULDN'T – understand why this wasn't bad. It had always been bad to break something. ALWAYS.

"Because things like that just happen, Sammy." The alpha's voice was smooth and soothing.

Bobby appeared with a broom, that reminded a lot of those witches used to ride on. In his other hand he held a small shovel.

"Why don't you boys just go into the living-room. Watch some TV?" The grizzled mechanic's voice was soft. Dean hadn't even known that Bobby could sound like that.

Sam stole a glance at the beta. "I can do that. - I can clean it up.", Sam said silently. "It's my mess ..." He looked dutifully at the remains of the both plates.

Dean looked at Bobby helplessly. "It's fine, Bobby. - We're cleaning it up and come watch some TV after."

Bobby gave him a short nod. "Sure thing. - Just ... just don't cute yourselves."

They cleaned up the floor and went into the living-room later. Dean skipped through the channels, while Sam read in the news-paper Sonny let him have.

The omega was utterly amazed about all the things that were written in there. A lot of things about omegas, betas and alphas. He was stunned, by how this world seemed to work. There was no difference in between the people, no matter what they were.

Surely, a lot of alphas were some kind of leaders ... but other than that? It felt comforting. And then again it hurt. Knowing that the life he had lived so far hadn't been okay at all. That he had done things and let happen stuff he didn't even was okay with.

All the time Sam sat – curled up – on the couch close to Dean, while Bobby continued to work on the spell-search and Sonny watched the two men over the rim of his glasses.

two weeks later ...

on a farm, somewhere in North Dakota ...

He wasn't very tall, nor utterly muscular. He seemed like a regular man, though with a remarkable face. Extremely short cut, reddish hair, trimmed beard and piercing light-blue eyes like the arctic sea.

He had just eaten cheese-steak and potato-wedges, the button of his jeans straining against his full belly.

The alpha grabbed a beer from the fridge and went over to the recliner where he slumped down. His lips twitched when he opened the bottle and sat it to his lips.

The news came on.

The man started to speak about a major accident on a road somewhere out in nowhere. The news carried on another couple of minutes ... Then it happened.

The man sat up in his chair and leaned forward, gripping the remote control hard. He turned the volume up a bit and his eyes narrowed as a picture of a mass-grave in the woods appeared. Then a video-sequence followed, where an ambulance was seen and how someone got shoved inside on a stretcher. Then a hand appeared in front of the camera and it went dead. The anchor was talking about a survivor and that the found corpses had been the police-speakers didn't confirm anything about it, nor did they deny anything.

One survivor ... a survivor.

The blue-eyed man huffed out a breath and shook his head in disbelieve.

They had been all dead ... ALL DEAD.

The chick from the weather wore her ever-so-short skirt. The red high-heels let her legs seem longer as they actually were ...

For once, the chick wasn't as interesting anymore as usual. Instead of listening to the weather-report, the man rose from the recliner and left the house through the back-door. He missed out the report about upcoming storms, rain and the possibility of black ice.

He needed to sat some things streight.

He had to retrieve a bad error.

... to be continued

BACON BACON BACON ... pretty please?