CHAPTER-WARNING: this chapter contains content of two men having sex. If you want to skip that part, don't continue to read after they had food in the dining-room, folks.
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Storm's Last Season
Chapter 14 ~ Sealing The Pact
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The both knew what that meant. It was all over the damn news. If Alistair and the other parties saw this, they'd know. Alistair would know. Because there was no chance he hadn't seen this ... no chance in hell.
Sam swallowed thickly. "What if ... if Alistair ..." He swallowed again, trying to hold the rising bile down.
"Nothing's going to happen, Sammy.", Dean whispered, his voice thin. He managed to not let Sam hear the tremble in his voice. "You're safe. He doesn't know where you are." The hunter sniffed. "He doesn't know." Now he looked down at the omega, seeing his shaking hands, his tearing up eyes, his whole miserable looking form.
A sob escaped the younger man's mouth. "I'm gonna be sick, Dean.", he spoke calmly.
NOW:
Dean took the blankets away from him and took his hand – ever so gently. Sam rose to his feet and followed the alpha to the toilet on shaky long legs. Not even there, the younger man fell to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and started to throw up the spaghettis and tomato sauce. He heaved up everything until nothing was left. He continued to puke and spit, holding onto the toilet-bowl desperately.
Dean didn't say a word. He couldn't. He could do nothing but watch, keeping his hand on Sam's shoulder and upper back to show him that he wasn't completely alone in this.
As much for a romantic evening on their own.
Not too late, Sonny and Bobby came home, slamming the front-door shut so that everyone in the house knew that they were back. Their former good mood had been destroyed in the very moment they had laid their eyes on the screen of the TV in the bar.
"You boys upstairs?!", Sonny yelled in the need of knowing that the both of them were okay.
"Down in a minute!", Dean's reply came back. After another minute he corrected himself: "Give us ten!"
The alpha laid his hand on Sam's head, brushing over his hair, neck and shoulders. Sam had made it to the bed by a narrow margin, before he collapsed onto it in a shivering, hyperventilating, crying mess. Tears were streaming freely over his face, soaking the pillow beneath his head.
Dean laid now behind him on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around the poor omega, his face buried in the younger man neck's crook.
"Breathe with me, Sammy.", he spoke calmly, "You gotta breathe with me." He took a deep inhale, his hand resting over Sam's solar plexus, "In." He blew out a long exhale. "And out." Again he took another deep inhale. "In, Sammy." Dean held his breath for a couple of seconds, waiting for Sam's exhale. "And out."
It took them a couple more times until they were breathing in union and Sam had a bit calmed down. Though, he still stared ahead into emptiness, his muscles still taut and though his body wrecked by weeping.
"He knows, Dean ... I can't ... He's still out there and he knows ..." Sam mumbled, his words broken by hiccups and sobs.
"Yes, he does. - But you're with me, Sonny and Bobby." The alpha spoke reassuring. "There's nothing that could possibly happen. Nothing. Alistair doesn't know where you are. The only ones who know where you are, are Jody, me, Sonny and Bobby. No one else knows. - Except Jody's boss in Washington and the district attorney." He stroke reassuringly over Sam's cheek and let his hand linger there, when Sam leaned into the touch. "I'll go and talk to Sonny. - I'm sure he got something to help you calm down, huh?"
The hunter knew that Sam wouldn't be able to sleep, wouldn't be able to close his eyes now. But he also knew that it was important to sleep – just sleeping it off a bit and tomorrow it'd look different again, maybe even a bit brighter.
Sam sniffed and shook his head. "I don't want drugs." His voice was thin and he sounded beyond vulnerable.
"Just now. Just once, okay? You'll do better tomorrow morning if you get some sleep. Trust me, I know that." Dean smiled into the young man's neck and placed a gentle kiss on the very sensitive skin behind his ear. "You'll see."
Sam squeezed his eyes shut. Everything had been good, hadn't it? Everything had looked like it was spiraling upwards. And then this? ... He couldn't believe this was happening. His thoughts and his mind were turned upside down, everything was fuzzy and blurry and not a single one of his thoughts seemed to make sense.
He didn't want to go back to the farm. Not now, where he knew what life could be without his so-called father, without being someone's pet. Because that was what he was. A pet. Nothing more, nothing less. Alistair had sold him, had told him that he did this to protect them.
And he had lied. - Ever since they had been little.
Maybe his alpha was right ... maybe a pill to calm down would be the best thing right now to help him sleep off some of the tension and disorientation.
The omega nodded. "You're going to wake me up if something happens?", he asked warily.
Dean didn't quite understand what he meant with "something", maybe not even Sam knew. "Sure, Baby. I'll wake you up as soon as I know something." As hell he'd do. Everything that'd happen would have time until tomorrow morning. IF it would be worth mentioning to Sam.
Sam laid his hand over Dean's and took it in his. He then guided it up to his lips and placed a feather light kiss on the hunter's palm. "Thank you.", he mouthed and took a deep inhale.
"Nothing to thank for.", the alpha mouthed against Sam's neck. "I'm back in a minute.", he said out loud.
Just hesitantly, the omega let go of the Winchester's hand and snuggled into the pillow when he was gone. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, nor not listening to the upset voices that echoed through the corridor and into his room.
Sam couldn't hear what they were talking and to be honest he didn't want to know either. Not now. A hiccup tore through his thoughts.
Before he even knew it, Dean was back with a glass of water and a pill.
Sam sat up halfway on trembling elbows and took the pill in his hand, his fingers shaky and uncoordinated. He popped it in and drank the whole glass of water after the big yellow pill. For a moment the crying seemed to subside and the omega partly relaxed into the pillow and mattress below him, feeling the hunter's hand brushing over his hair and exposed skin of his neck.
Dean settled in beside him and wrapped his arms around the shivering mess. "There's this song ...", Dean whispered into Sam's ear, "My mum sang it to me when I was little ..." First he just hummed the first couple of lines of Hey Jude into Sam's ear, ever so quietly, before he started to sing, keeping his voice soft and tender: "And any time you feel the pain ... Hey Jude, refrain ... Don't carry the world upon your shoulder ..." Again he hummed.
Dean couldn't remember all of the song anymore, just parts. He hadn't sang it, nor thought about it in a long while now. Every time it had came on the radio he had changed on another channel. It had been to hurtful to listen to it ... until now ... because now, NOW there was a purpose he could use this song for and he hoped that it'd calm Sam down a bit more. - At least until the medication would kick in.
When he felt the tension leaving Sam's cry-wrecked body and felt him more and more relax, and the weeping ebbed away, Dean remained humming the melody of Hey Jude. And when Sam was finally out for the count and started to snore silently beside him, he eased his arm out under the giant omega and got up.
He had heard the front-door silently open and close again a couple of minutes ago and figured it'd be Sheriff Mills checking on them.
The only thing Dean was actually interested in was, how that shit could've happened. How reporters got wind of the whole story ... And whose head he had to rip off.
Though that had time. Out of a habit, he checked on the both windows in the room and locked them. Before he left the room, he watched Sam for a long moment and let the door wide open, so that he would hear if something was happening in the room.
He doubted that Sam would get up or something ... it was probably just because he'd feel safer that way.
Dean came downstairs and aimed straight for the kitchen, where he could hear Sonny, Bobby, Jody and an unfamiliar voice talking openly. He ran his hand through his screwed up hair when he walked into the kitchen.
He glanced at the three men and the sheriff curiously, his look getting caught on the scrawny short figure in a suit.
"Sam's out for the count.", Dean muttered hoarsely. - Hell, he would've been drifted off to sleep too if it hadn't been for the need to talk to Jody.
He looked at the sheriff. "What the hell happened?"
Jody sniffed and sighed. "We've informed every single channel about the necessity to hold these informations back and that they actually put a victim in danger. - The managing editors won't allow it to be shown anymore. We've also informed the newspapers that, if they are bringing this story, they could possibly be blamable for putting an omega in danger."
"Who the heck did this vid take?", was Dean's next question. "Thought you guys had cleared the damn areal?"
"I don't know, Dean. - But we're working on it." Jody Mills rose and glanced at the scrawny man. "I know that Alistair – or whatever's his true name – doesn't know where Sam is ... but I've positioned three men in cars in civil outfit around the salvage that are gonna take turns in checking on the surrounding. - I've inquired a profiler from the headquarters." She looked at the scrawny man who was giving Dean a broad goofy smile.
The hunter cocked an eyebrow at him, his lips twitching. "Profiler?"
"Yeah. - He's gonna talk to Sam so that we can get out a profile to my men." Jody nodded towards the suited man. "That's Agent Garth Fitzgerald."
Dean cocked his second eyebrow at the man, not quite confident about the man's purposes. The guy looked like everything but an agent – less like a profiler.
"He?" Dean pointed at the man annoyed.
The agent's face fell, somehow he looked hurt now.
Jody grinned. "Trust me, he's the right one in OUR case. - He knows about hunters and supernatural things ... Figured it's better to get Garth since Sam once said something about demon-possession to you ..."
Dean nodded. They would have to take what they got. Better the scrawny guy, instead of an agent that had a stick up his ass.
Garth rose from his seat, straightened his suit and held his hand towards the hunter. Dean took it and squeezed it HARD. The guy smelled like an alpha, but HELL, he didn't look like one ... All small and thin ... And according to the expression on his face, when Dean nearly squeezed his hand to mush, the guy wasn't very strong either.
So, no threat to him and Sam. Dean Winchester smiled satisfied.
Eventually, Dean let go of the scrawny alpha's hand. "Fine. - So ... what are we gonna do now? What are the odds?", he asked Agent Fitzgerald. "You think the guy who had Sam 's not human?"
The small man cleared his throat. "I think he IS human. - And I think that he uses the demon's name who had possessed him." Garth sat back down, straightening his suit again. "For all I know about the things Sam told you, I can say that this man has an omega-complex. Either he got abused by an omega as kid, or though the demon possession, he developed some kind of kink. People that live close to him see him as a straight, hard-working man, though he doesn't have a lot of social contacts except for those he offered his children to." Garth paused and thought. "He seems helpful and would gladly change your tire on the side of the street ... I think he's the friendly neighbor who barely seems troubled or bothered by anything or anyone."
"What does that mean?" Dean's eyes narrowed.
"We found nothing about a man in his fifties whose name's Alistair and owns a farm far off from civilisation." Garth answered silently. "Maybe if we have Vermont's statement."
Dean nodded to himself. That wasn't a lot. At least it was lesser than he had thought. "So ... we got nothing? That's what you wanna say?"
The alpha in suits shrunk a bit in his chair and looked insecurely to the ground. "It's not nothing ... it's a start."
Anger flared up in the hunter's eyes. "A start? Are you freakin' kidding me? - Three months, man. Three months and you guys come up with nothing? It's not a start, it's not even the start of a start." he huffed out an annoyed breath. "That's just ... LOW."
"Dean." Sonny rose his voice for the first time. He knew that the younger alpha had to be upset, but he also had to stop him from tearing another man apart – even if it would be just verbally.
"Keep it." Dean glared at Sonny and turned around on his heels to stomp out of the kitchen. "If it wouldn't be for the fact that Sam needs me, I'd be up and away tracking that bastard down!", he called back over his shoulder. "At least I'd have found him yet!"
Dean then went into the living-room and gathered the blankets to take them with him to Sam's room. He took a deep inhale before he entered their bedroom and closed the door behind him carefully.
Sam was sound asleep, thanks to the pills. A small break before what would come next ...
Thankfully, bounteously Dean had fallen asleep at Sam's side soon after.
The bright rays of sun were already shining through the windows, when Sam's eyes fluttered open lazily. The omega yawned, the happening from last night not quite back in his mind and still lingering somewhere hidden to jump out of their cover when he'd at least expected it.
His mind was still hazy from the pills he had taken last night, and so felt his limps. Heavy and hard to use. Though he felt easier on his mind this morning and the comfortable heat from the body behind him was confirming his feeling of being safe. There was a strong arm wrapped around his stomach, and warm puffs of air against the tiny hairs on his neck.
A small smile tugged on the omega's lips as he turned around in the embrace, trying to not startle Dean awake just then. He had his own idea about how to wake the hunter ...
Sam smacked his tongue and licked over his lips ... No, he couldn't kiss Dean like this ... not with that taste in his mouth. No way.
So he eased carefully out under the arm and shuffled silently into bedroom, where he brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. There wasn't a lot things he liked about himself. Usually he refused to look at himself like that ... The only thing he could deal with while he looked at him, was his hair ... and maybe his eyes. But the rest? - Pathetic.
He sighed and cast his lip down while he brushed the upper front of teeth. He knew he was one happy bastard that Dean wanted him. Okay, he might had explained that omega's were rare and that they were wanted and precious and all that. But Sam didn't feel precious. Not now. Not ever. Not at the least.
When he was done, his heart felt heavy again. All the thinking wasn't doing any good. He knew that. Sam also knew, that the more he thought about things, the worse they turned inside his mind.
It was time to stop that ... To get a grip and do what he had planned to do, even when he actually felt like the dirtiest thing on god's earth. Sam knew that only one person could take away that feeling form him ... Dean. He didn't see him as what he thought about himself. The alpha really seemed to like him ... and the man's scent. Holy hell, all wood and musk and though with a sweet note.
Sam crawled on top of the bed and towards his alpha, settling back down beside him. Instead of giving the man a forewarning, he sealed his lips over Dean's and started to tease his pouty lips with his tongue, nipping on the bottom-lip carefully.
When Dean finally awoke to the feeling of lips that covered his, he kept his eyes closed while he kissed back. It took him a couple of minutes to understand that this wasn't a dream, that there was sam, kissing him back from the land of sleep into reality. And that was all that it took for him. He wrapped his arms around the body that was leaning over him and pulled him down, grinding his hips up against the other man's ones.
"Mornin', Sammy." Dean said with husky voice as they parted.
"Hey." The omega laid down beside him and closed his eyes. "Who's the other alpha?"
Sam hadn't known where to put the foreign scent on his alpha. Until he realized that it had to be someone else. It didn't smell like Jody or the other men. The scent was warmer, fuller ... not quite sure if it was male or female, but it was definitely another alpha.
"Someone Jody brought along yesterday night ... when you slept." Dean muttered and yawned. "A profiler. - He's here to get a profile of Alistair done ... They hope they can track him down that way – without knowing his actual name and stuff ..."
Sam nodded into his chest.
"You ready for breakfast? - I'm starving." Dean smiled down at him.
Sam nodded again.
"His name's Garth. Garth Fitzgerald. - He ain't a threat.", Dean tried to reassure him. "He's not even a threat to a mouse." He chuckled.
Sam chuckled too. "He'll be joining breakfast too?" He couldn't hide the tension in his words.
"Don't you worry. - I'm gonna keep him off your ass until we're done. He'll probably want to have a look at your sketches ... ask some questions ..." Dean brushed over Sam's hair, nuzzling into that ridiculous mop of hair once more. "What about shower first?"
"Do I stink?" Sam sniffed on himself instantly.
The hunter laughed. "Hell no ... just ... I thought ... we both might could use one, you know? Like ... together?" All of a sudden the Winchester sounded shy and if Sam wasn't completely mistaken, he even blushed.
Sm rose both eyebrows and looked up. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to make this step ...
"I ... I don't want to push or so ... I just thought ..." Dean's fingers trailed down Sam's neck over his fabric-covered collarbone. He bit his lower lip and blinked at the younger man.
"I think I'd like to ..." Sam finally decided to release the alpha from the awkwardness to explain himself.
A wide smile spread across the older man's face. "You'd like to?"
"I'd love to." Sam glanced up through long eye lashes and tilted his head to the side, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Just ... just without ... you know ..." He cast his look down again.
"Sure ..." The alpha chuckled nervously. "Nothing sexual ..."
Five minutes later they managed to untangle from each other and make their way into the bathroom. Once inside, Dean watched the omega as he got undressed hesitantly, before he started to shed his own clothes.
All nervous and naked, Sam hid his private parts behind big hands as he stepped to Dean into the shower-stall. The hunter turned the water on and adjusted it until it was comfortably warm against their skin.
Sam still stood there, all tense and shy, his cheeks a deep red, watching Dean from the corners of his eyes as the water made its way down the firm muscles of the hunter's back.
"Come over here, Sammy." Dean reached for his hand and pulled him under the water-spray.
Once it looked like the alpha wasn't looking, Sam tilted his head back and let the warm liquid run over his face and hair, using both of his hands to get it drenched in water.
Completely unexpected, he felt another pair of hands in his hair, massaging shampoo into it. "Good?" Dean's voice was low and husky.
Sam nodded.
Finally – after about an aeon – he started to relax and let himself being washed, feeling soft, soaped up hands running all over his back and front. Dean kept his touches light and loving, sparing out the areas beyond Sam's waistband.
The hunter couldn't get enough from the omega. Not just because he was one of the most handsome guys he had ever seen. Nope. Also because he knew that all that flesh and muscles and bones were his. HIS alone.
Seven days passed ...
... and nothing had changed. Oh well ... something had changed ... Sam's scent had changed massively over the past days, a save sign that he was about to go into heat. A fact, that held Dean on the edge. He didn't know if Sam had even noticed yet, since he was acting like usual and not like a girl on her period.
Okay, that comparison may sucked a bit and a heat wasn't the same for every omega or beta. Bobby for example was one hell of a grumpy bitch during these days. It was better you didn't cross his way then, so somehow Dean Winchester was curious about the way Sam would be reacting.
The police-men in civil were still patrolling around the Salvage.
Agent Fitzgerald had moved into the room that was once Dean's, trying to figure out how to catch that damn bastard that threatened Sam's life.
Jody had passed by nearly every day, checking on them. She had said that it was best to keep their daily routines as common as possible, since Sonny and Bobby had thought about staying at the house with Dean and the omega.
If the man was from around here, he probably knew Singer's garage and if they'd close it down for one or two weeks, the man would notice and figure that something wasn't quite right. And then the guy would know that something was off about the Salvage ...
So they kept their routines up.
For Sam and Dean it wasn't that big of a problem at all. - Except for the profiler. The scrawny guy was one hell of a kluz. Dean wondered how the guy had survived in his kind of job for that long ... or even how he managed not to get shot ...
Other than that, Garth was quite okay and didn't seem like an alpha or even an agent at all. He was a quite regular guy – just goofy and ... just Garth ... at all.
The guy managed to make Sam talk without letting it seem like an interrogation, what Dean was actually thankful for. Okay, the thing with Fizzles (a damn freaking sock with button-eyes and red lips) hadn't been his brightest of ideas, but other than that he made it pretty easy for Sam to talk and tell him what had happened. He also left the pace in which he was telling his story to Sam, taking notes every now and then ...
Even after those talks ... Sam didn't seem as bothered as he had been before. Maybe because Garth didn't look like a threat at all ... or because he was mostly listening, without questioning things Sam said.
Though, the police didn't seem to get closer to that damn so-called wood-grave-killer. A fact, that annoyed Dean Winchester utterly.
Other than that, the past week between Sam and Dean had went dow amazingly awesome. There had been all this amazing stuff. Sam had even tried – very tentatively – to get closer to Dean's lower department. The hunter had tried to spur him on, to encourage him, to show him that it was okay, that HELL, HE COULD TO WHATEVER HE WANTED TO HIM. He practically yelled it in his thoughts at the omega.
But Sam wouldn't. God knew why ...
"Dude." Garth chuckled in that weird way he used to.
"What?" Dean was a bit annoyed by the never-ending talking during he tried to enjoy a movie with Sam. Okay, maybe Brokeback Mountain wasn't one of his favorites, but there was the Grand Canyon and two cowboys and horses ...
"If I'd be gay and I'd be Jack, I'd have backed up Ennis against the first best surface around minutes ago..." Garth chuckled again. "Hell, I wouldn't let him go anyhow ..."
Sam shot the scrawny agent a disturbed look. "I don't think Ennis would let you ..."
Dean grinned, biting back a chuckle. Sam didn't usually talk like that in the open ... except with Dean and just when they were on their own.
"Sure he would. I'm one hell of an alpha.", Garth blurted out, his mouth full of popcorn and his look glued to the screen. "There's no beta or omega who wouldn't love gettin' backed up against a wall by ME."
Dean snorted.
Sam just grinned, his look knowing ... as if he knew how Garth felt. "You're right. - If I wouldn't have Dean, I'd let you back me up against any surface we'd find." His words sounded so honest and sincere. It was close to magic. And so downright hilarious that Dean had to bite his tongue.
Just when Garth nearly choked on the pop-corn and coughed and tried to decide wherever to spit it out or swallow it down, Sam got to his feet and held a bottle of coke in front of him.
Dean burst out in laughter.
Garth couldn't look at the tall omega beside him at all, he took. He took the bottle with a muffled thanks and washed the popcorn down.
Since then, Garth didn't leave a single word about Jack and Ennis and what he'd do to that guy if it wasn't Ennis for being a fictional character.
Sam had started to shift uncomfortably on the couch since about the middle of the film. He seemed somehow antsy and uncomfortable and was rubbing his stomach from time to time. Something, Dean hadn't really paid attention to ... at least not until the omega let out a silent whimper of discomfort.
Though, Dean didn't do anything about it. He just patted the omega's hand from his stomach, slipped with his under the hoodie and started to rub gentle circles into taut muscles to soothe his cramps.
When the closing credits ran down, Dean eased out under Sam to return a moment later with a bottle of water and two small pills. Tylenol. Something that'd ease the omega's discomfort for – hopefully – a long while.
They came together in the dining-room, since the small table in the kitchen didn't do it for five people.
Sam scooped a generous amount of mashed potatoes and on his plate first, then took a small piece of roast beef and beans. Dean on the other hand had two pieces of beef and just a small spoon full of mashed potatoes and a whole lot of gravy.
Dean and Sam shared some glances, like any other couple would do when they've just fallen in love.
Sam scooped up some mashed potatoes on his spoon and realized that he hadn't taken any of the gravy to his meat. He glanced at Dean, rose an eyebrow and had this sheepish expression on his face.
"I'd need some gravy for my meat, Jack." He nudged the alpha beside him in the side. Though ...
Dean swallowed the bite in his mouth and rose an eyebrow. He sure got what Sam was referring to, but wasn't sure if the others would.
The agent definitely did. Garth choked on a bite of meat and coughed, hurrying up to get two large gulps of water down.
"Knew you wouldn't find the handle, Ennis." Dean nudged his omega back and handed him the pot of gravy, grinning at him. "... for your meat."
Sam chuckled and blushed. He took the pot and poured a giant amount of gravy over his meat and mashed potatoes.
"You're drowning your beans in gravy, Sammy." Dean pointed out.
"I'm sick of beans ...", he retorted pensively.
Sonny and Bobby shared a confused glance.
"You boys hit ya' heads or somethin'?" Bobby rose both eyebrows. "We haven't had beans in a while."
Dean and Sam exploded in laughter.
Garth blushed violently trying to look everywhere but not at the two older men.
Sonny chuckled and shook his head. "Don't get the old man all bothered about beans, cowboys."
Sam sniffed and took a deep inhale, before he started to laugh again. He threw his head back, his whole body shaking, as he gripped his stomach.
Dean watched the omega in awe. He hadn't ever seen him amused like that. Not this full-body laugh, the way those dimples tore deep into his skin, the way his eyes teared up and the muscles in his neck worked.
He laid his hand high on Sam's thigh and stroke up and down in a loving way, completely taken in by the picture before him. The way the omega's scent changed, making it even more lovable.
Finally Sam seemed to get a grip on himself and snorted.
For the first time his eyes weren't all glossy and shining because he was sad. Nope. They were shining because he was happy. His and Dean's look met and Sam laid his hand over Dean's, squeezing it gently.
"Love you." Dean mouthed.
"Love you too." Sam mouthed back.
"Aww, c'mon, boys, get a damn room for fuck's sake." Bobby returned his attention back at his plate.
Not a moment later, Sam started to chuckle again, which turned in another full-body-laughter. Only this time Dean laughed with him and the whole table erupted, when Sonny added: "It ain't summer yet, boys."
Sonny grinned widely at the both of them, bumping with his shoe against Robert Singer's sheen and winking at him. The grizzled hunter offered a small smile before his expression turned all gruffly again.
"The damn food's gettin' cold. - I won't warm it up for you knuckleheads." Bobby grumbled.
What only seemed to make it even worse ... the two of them didn't get a grip – not for the rest of the evening though. Every time they shared a glance or when Bobby said "But the beans into the fridge", they roared with laughter.
The evening was quite a nice one. They haven't had such an easy atmosphere in the house since the news reported about the wood-grave-killer.
Dean walked just a couple of feet behind Sam, when they entered their bedroom. The alpha closed the door silently and found himself backed up against it the very next moment, with a giant sasquatch all over him.
A surprised gasp fell from Dean's lips, when his met Sams again. The omega was definitely more offensive tonight. His long fingers found easily their way under Dean's hem and over fluttering muscles.
Dean wrapped his arms around Sam, one hand in between his shoulder blades to hold him in his position, the other one traveling down over the smaller of his back towards the glory land of globes.
When Sam didn't pull away or freeze, he cupped his left buttock and squeezed.
Sam moaned into the kiss, pushing his hips against Dean's.
"You're pretty bossy tonight, Sammy.", Dean breathed when they parted, working the firm muscle with his hands.
The omega chuckled and leaned in into another kiss – this time more tender and loving, laying all his feelings into it.
Sam threw his head back, when Dean's second hand traveled down to cup his other buttock firmly. The hunter nuzzled and kissed his way down Sam's neck, lingering at his adam's apple longer. Somehow Sam managed to get a hold of the hem of the hunter's shirt and pulled it up, relieving all muscles and tanned skin (though there was that little bit of baby fat right under Dean's navel – something he'd never admit to anyone anyway. But it was there.).
Dean knew they have already been that far. He himself landing half-naked on the bed on top of Sam who was still dressed, rubbing off on each other ... and then Sam slowing things down again. The alpha didn't know how long he'd be able to hold back – though he knew he'd take it. Whatever Sam wanted it was okay, because he knew, that one day they would be as they were supposed to be.
"Sammy ...", Dean breathed, when the omega's hands reached his jeans. He could feel his own arousal straining against the soft fabric of his boxer briefs. He could feel Sam's fingers teasing along the waistband of his jeans, making his need even worse.
Then Sam stopped – all of a sudden and Dean's eyes fluttered open. He knew that was it ... they had never gone any further than this.
Sam swallowed thickly, panting. "I ... I... I'd like to ... you know?" He sounded embarrassed and ashamed and so shy. "But ..." He bit his lower lip. "Would you like to ..."
Dean cupped the omega's face in his hands and smiled. "Whatever you want, baby. You know it."
He smiled a little bit, blushing even more. "I'd like you to ... show me?"
For a short moment Dean was confused. He had thought Sam knew HOW it worked basically.
"I mean ... I know how it works ... I ... just haven't had a lot of a say in it ..." Sam glanced at the hunter's face and back down, staring a hole in his chest.
"You can do whatever you want." He stole a peck from the kiss-swollen lips of the omega. Though he knew that Sam seemed to need the reassurance that this would be good. That he wouldn't have a chance to make it wrong. - not with Dean. So instead of reassuring him that whatever Sam'd wanted it'd be fine, he took the lead – like the alpha he was. "I'll show you, okay?"
Sam smiled a bit, but still looked embarrassed and nervous.
"You know ... just because of the beans ..." Dean grinned slyly.
Sam giggled, still a bit nervous. "You want my beans?" He grinned mischievously. "Then try and get them." There was something challenging in his words.
Dean threw his head back and laughed. "You can bet on it, baby." He bit his lower lip in that way Sam loved to watch so much.
If anything could be called a go-ahead, it was this.
Not a moment later, Dean had taken over control and started to walk Sam back towards the bed, always a firm grip on him, so that he wouldn't fall if he'd trip. Or they'd fall, but together ...
Dean guided his omega down onto the bed and let him inch back so that he was in the middle of it. Smooth and graceful Dean climbed on top of him, sealing their lips once again, while he tugged the younger man's hoodie up, feeling the heat of his skin under his palms.
"You're runnin' a fever." Dean said it as it was nothing special. And it actually wasn't. Some omegas did – indeed – start a low fever when they were in heat. Doubts grew deep inside his chest if this was right, if it wasn't (to a part, and even if it was a small one) the heat that let Sam act like this.
Dean stopped the movements of his hips and let them rest over Sam's, looking into a pair of lust-blown hazel-eyes.
"I'm sure, Dean.", Sam whispered. "I am."
Another moment of staring and the doubts drained away as soon as Sam pressed up against him, making it obvious what he wanted – what he needed.
"If you want to stop, we'll do, Sammy." The alpha needed to know that Sam'd let him know. First on his list wasn't sex, wasn't the orgasm that'd threw him higher than ever before. It was Sam. That Sam wanted this the same way he wanted it, that the omega was safe and would enjoy every single moment of being bound like that.
Sam blinked at him and offered a small comforting smile. There was no doubt in the omega's eyes, no fear. Nothing that let on, that there was even the tiniest of reasons, that he would curl up into a ball and cry, when this was over.
Sam traced his fingers up on the hunter's flanks, feeling the warm skin under his finger-tips. One of his hands found their way to Dean's neck and he cupped it in his fingers, pulling the alpha down, so that his ears brushed against Sam's lips.
"I want to be with you, Dean.", he whispered silently. "I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. I want to ride next to you in the Impala when you go on a hunt. I want you to train me, show me that there's nothing out there I have to be afraid of. I want us to share a bed in any motel-room we stop, Dean. That's what I want. That and nothing else."
Sam let go of him, their looks meeting.
Dean seized Sam's mouth in his in a tender kiss, his elbows resting beside Sam's neck, hand buried in his chestnut-brown hair. The omega pushed up into him, letting him feel that he was at least as hard as the man above him.
Soon their clothes were gone and the both of them were all skin and silken flesh, kissing and devouring each other's bodies.
Dean's scraped with his blunt nails over Sam's right nipple, letting the young man beneath him gasp and moan, his body trembling with the effort of keeping still. The hunter's hand wandered further down over the bow of Sam's ribs, the fluttering muscles of his stomach and the thin trail of curly short hair that led from under his navel, streight towards his manhood. The omega moaned beneath him, squirming with the need to be touched, to be shown.
Dean obeyed the silent pleas and traced with his pointing-finger over Sam's hard length and balls towards the very special spot behind them.
Sam rocked into the touch and at the same time he tried desperately to get more friction on his member. IT had never felt like THIS for him before. Being together with Dean, who cared for him, who treated him with love and affection and tenderness.
THIS was love.
THIS and not what Alistair had told him what love was. Alistair had said sex was LOVE. Showing LOVE was sex. Towards him, towards those people who came by every now and then ... THAT hadn't been love, Sam knew that now.
Because love didn't hurt, didn't make him feel like he needed to cry. Love didn't mean pain and getting knotted no matter if he wanted or not.
Dean meant love. He wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't take advantage of him. He was his other half that made him whole again.
He felt the hunters finger slipping further down, past his perineum and towards the puckered entrance, that was already slick and wet for the alpha. Something just happened when an omega was truly aroused and ready for whatever may would come.
A fact, that made both, Sam and Dean, even bolder.
Dean sat up between Sam's spread legs, taking in the flushed skin and lust-dazed hazel-green eyes before him. Watching the fast breaths of his omega, the way his mouth stood slightly agape.
He couldn't believe his luck, the fact that this omega would be HIS was more than he had ever hoped for. Someone who'd spend his life with him, always by his side until death would part them again ... The one person, who'd be at his side, no matter what.
Despite that he had been kind of afraid (not that a Winchester would ever confirm that) of just THAT was now a curiosity to him. There'd be nothing more amazing than spending his life with the one person he loved.
Without a further thought, Dean hooked the omega's legs under his arms and scooped him up, so that Sam's butt was on his lap. He stroke tenderly along the insides of the man's thighs, making him pur like a cat would do. This low sound deep down from the omega's throat, the way his eyes fluttered shut when his hands traveled further towards Sam's silk-covered length.
The alpha bit down on his lips, slipping with one of his hands in between Sam's legs and cheeks, finding his puckered slick hole again. He felt the wetness, the way he opened for him so easily, when he eased one of his digits in. He felt the hotness and softness of his flesh surrounding him.
A low moan fell from the hunter's lips, when his finger was fully buried inside the omega.
When he wouldn't start to move, Sam did. He set a slow pace of rising and falling on Dean's finger. Soon it were two and finally three, scrapping over his sweet spot with every rise and fall.
It wasn't any longer, that Dean could possibly hold back. He eased his fingers out of the hot embrace in between Sam's spread legs and got to his knees, lining himself up.
Their eyes locked over the distance before the alpha eased the head of his rock-hard manhood inside Sam's tight tunnel. Both of them held their breaths, until the alpha was buried deep inside him, relishing in the feeling of being connected with Sam like that. Of being truly together ...
What seemed like an eternity later, Dean started to move. Slow and sweet and gentle. When he bowed forward to catch the omega's lips, he nearly slid out of the comfortable tightness around him.
"I love you.", Dean whispered panting against his omega's lips. "I'll never let you go."
Sam moaned in respond, when Dean slid back inside him to the hilt, scraping over his prostate. Dean felt the very moment, when Sam's muscles tightened around him, sending jolts of pleasure through his sweat-slick body.
There was nothing else that could be compared to this – not by a long shot in Dean Winchester's books. This felt like heaven, something no one else had ever been able to give to him.
Small noises fell from Sam's lips every time he hit the special bundle of nerves deep inside him. Sam reached up and gripped the headboard hard for some leverage, moving his hips in small circles and matching them with every powerful thrust of the alpha.
Soon there was a symphony of moans, groans and gasps and those noises Sam made. Sweet, little, desperate noises, which were just for Dean's ears.
Dean's pace increased and his thrusts became stronger, gripping Sam's hips a bit harder – though not hard enough to leave bruises. He curled his fingers around the omega's length, matching his strokes to the thrusts ... and that was, what Sam set finally off.
The noises he made grew in volume and intensity. Silent groans became louder grunts and cries with every time Dean hit his sweet spot.
The alpha felt his own arousal grow immensely with the noises Sam made, the way he was writhing and squirming beyond him.
Sam's orgasm got heralded by the way his balls tightened and the muscles of his tight tunnel swelled as if to lock Dean inside him. Two more strokes, and Sam's arousal twitched in the firm grip of the alpha's hand. With a final earth-shattering cry, Sam spurted perl-white strings of come all over himself, his hole clenching down around the alpha's manhood in a death grip.
That was all Dean needed. He buried himself balls-deep inside Sam when he felt his knot swell, keeping his come where it was supposed to stay. Heavily panting, Dean bowed down over Sam and gathered him in his arms for a lingering, breathless kiss.
In need of a more comfortable position for the next five minutes, Dean pulled him up into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Sam slumped against him – at least as breathless as his alpha, his head resting in the crook of the man's neck. He nuzzled into him, brushing with his fingertips up and down Dean's back, feeling his muscles move under his touch.
Dean shivered under the omega's touch, closing his eyes and relishing the moment of being bound, being actually mated.
"Mine ...", Dean panted breathlessly, "... you're mine." He nipped along Sam's jaw line and neck.
Sam chuckled, the haze of orgasm still fogging his mind. "Always.", he muttered sleepily.
When Dean finally was able to slip out of the younger man, he laid the half-asleep form back on the bed and brushed sweat-damp bangs of hair out of his face.
"Back in a minute, baby. - Gotta clean you up." And as promised, Dean was back with a warm washcloth and cleaned Sam and himself up before he settled on the bed beside HIS omega.
Sam instinctively turned towards him and brought himself flush against Dean, nuzzling into HIS alpha's neck.
... to be continued
... about that ... good enough? Did I get you guys all bothered?
Maybe a bit of BACON? Or PEANUTBUTTER-CUPS?