Storm's Last Season

Chapter 15 ~ Watched

previously on BruisedBloodyBroken:

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.

NOW:

When Sam woke up, he was alone, though the empty space beneath the covers beside him was still warm. He snuggled into Dean's pillow, breathing in the alpha's scent deeply.

He didn't regret a single thing of what had happened last night. It had been amazing ... and he honestly would've never thought that it'd feel that way. How his whole body reacted to Dean's touch, to feel him inside ... to feel his knot swelling up and stretch him.

Sam couldn't deny that he felt kind of empty now. As if something was missing. Something fundamental ...

He closed his eyes and smiled a bit at the memories that roamed through his mind and let him shiver. Sam was now bound. Like literally BOUND.

He could even sense the alpha right now, knew that he wasn't far away ... and that he was coming closer towards him again ...

Sam turned over under the comforter, so that he was lying on his back, feeling the soft fabric against his – still – overheated skin. The omega pinched his nose and groaned.

His stomach-cramps were back. Not bad yet, though they let on that he wasn't even half through his heat yet. A fact that sucked. He hated to smell like steak around a pack of wolves ... He hated to be himself at those times ... What the heck did god (or whatever greater being was out there) thought about giving a male betas and omegas heats anyway?

They were far from useless since they couldn't get pregnant ...

Sam sighed and rubbed over his face. At least he didn't have to go through that kind of problem every month. Just for about three to four days every three or four months – though it was enough for him. He had never gotten any advantage of being an omega, nor of his heat.

Dean entering, tore the omega from his darkening thoughts. The scent of his alpha mingled with the smell of sweet waffles and chocolate-sauce.

And Sam smiled.

The hunter was fully dressed in jeans and a shirt, when he shuffled towards the bed with a tray in his hands. Though he still seemed sleepy and not yet ready to start the day.

Maybe a mug of coffee would change that ...

"I didn't want to wake you, Sammy." Dean must've gotten up just minutes before the omega, since his voice was still hoarse and his eyes sleep-dazed. Even his movements seemed to be slower ...

"Nah ...", sam answered silently, "... was already awake."

"Missed me already?" There was this smug grin on the hunter's lips and that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sam propped up on his bows, watching the hunter narrowing. He spotted two mugs and a small white bottle on the tray. - Tylenol.

"How's your stomach doin'?" Dean sat the tray in Sam's lap, placed a lingering kiss on his lips and moved around the bed to take his place beside him.

"Cramps." Sam's face screwed up in discomfort. "Not that bad."

Dean eyed the omega warily and nodded, not quite believing him anyway.

They put the tray over their both laps and started to eat. Half through the waffles, Sam popped in two of the Tylenol and swallowed them down with a giant gulp of coffee.

"They say there's a blizzard comin'", Dean said quietly. "Gonna have Bobby and Sonny home ... Garth got his profile up. He's giving Jodie's men the headup this morning."

Sam continued to eat slowly, seeming absently, but he listened.

"Jody said that Vermont's talkin' too ... he's making a deal with the attorney ... Gets a single cell and a TV in his cell for the information of ... Alistair's name ... ." Dean cleared his throat. "William Ledger ... He's got a farm close to Madison. Far off any civilisation ..."

Sam shook his head. "I don't wanna know.", he said silently.

Dean stole a sorrowful glance at the omega, his lips forming into a tight line. "You know ... I don't wanna scare you or somethin' ... but ... when they're gonna arrest him, you'll have to identify him ... and then ..."

"I know. - There'll be a trial and I'll have to go there. Tell them what he made us do ... and things." Sam swept the piece of waffle through the whipped cream. "Garth told me. - He also said that Alistair's defense lawyer's going to try to take me apart ... Making Alistair look like he's innocent or so ... raising believable doubts and such."

Dean nodded.

"But ... we're not there yet." Sam looked up, a small smile tugging on his lips. "That's why i don't wanna think about it."

Dean nodded again, sucking in his lower lip. "That's fine with me." If it would be for him, he wouldn't take Sam there, he wouldn't make him give his statement in front of the judge and witnesses ... The protective side of him felt stronger than before. "We're gonna prepare you for that part, you know? - There'll be someone who's comin' and talk to you about that. Get you ready and things."

Sam shrugged as if it wasn't something special. "Not now.", he just said and continued to chew on the waffle.

Snow was falling.

Garth had taken off towards the police station for their meeting with the officers and deputies from Madison.

Sonny and Bobby had gotten logs into the living-room to be prepared for a stormy night.

The wind was already coming up and the snow was falling in thick flakes, covering the front steps of the porch.

Dean had parked his Baby in the small garage beside the house, knowing her save and sound during the upcoming storm.

While the three men secured windows and doors in the garage and house, Sam busied himself in the kitchen, trying to go along the receipt for chili con carne.

The police-men in their cars had holed up, ready to get on the Salvage as soon as the weather would get any worse and spend the night with the victim and the others.

A white van was parking on a dirt road, close to the Salvage.

Blue eyes pierced through a spy-glass, fixed at the black sedan that was parking right next to the Salvage's gate. The man sat the spy-glass aside for a long moment, humming to the melody of green sleeves, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Soon.", he whispered. "You should've gone with your brothers and sisters ..." He pulled a beanie over his head, brushed over his reddish beard and pushed the car-door open. The spy-glass in one hand and a knife in the other one.

Sam yawned and groaned. He looked over the backrest of the couch outside the window and frowned. "When are they comin'? Aren't they supposed to ... you know ... come here?"

Dean nodded and shared a worried glance with Sonny. The wind was picking up, and the snow was falling denser. He was barely able to spot the first stack of vehicles through the window.

Bobby came into the living-room with two mugs of coffee, handing one to Sonny Gibson before he sat down behind his desk.

"No sign of them yet ...", Bobby muttered and made a fast look into the round. "... shouldn't they be here by now? Ain't a THAT long way to the house ..."

Sonny's eyebrows furrowed.

They were all thinking the same ... that something wasn't right. On top of that, the whole house was full of the scent of an omega in heat. What didn't make it any easier (at least for Sonny). He found himself distracted more often than he would've liked to and the sweet topping was the fact that he couldn't leave the house and visit the bar in town for a couple of hours.

A sudden knock on the door let them all sit up straighter. Sonny got up from the chair and shared a warning look with Dean. Bobby Singer's hand slipped into the drawer right from him, his callused hands gripping the hilt of a handgun tightly. The grizzled man gave Sonny a short nod, who continued to walk towards the door.

He turned the key around and opened it, his hand on a knife that was snug in between belt and jeans, hidden under the shirt. Sonny instantly let go of it and a relieved smile played over his lips.

"Hey.", a jittering voice was heard. "Jeremy. - Sorry for being late, tried to contact the sheriff before I get here." The man stepped in and brushed snowflakes from his short-spiked blonde hair. "Gotta say it's damn freezing outside ..."

Sonny closed the door and locked it again. "Where're the others?"

The ex-con couldn't get rid of the bad feeling that was resting in his guts.

"Still outside. - Taking a last sweep through the yard, checking for tracks ... Thirty minutes, then they should be here.", Jeremy said and stomped the thick layer of snow from his boots. "Sent me to know that everything's fine."

The young man – surely not older than Sam - stripped his jacket off and hung it up on the clothes-tree behind the door.

"Get in the living-room. - I'll get you a glass with good ole scotch." He winked at the young man.

Gratefully, Jeremy took the invitation and joined the others, sitting down on the floor, closest to the fire. He rubbed his hands and thighs.

Dean instantly smelled the beta-genes on the guy. And hell – did they all have to be in heat at once? Wasn't it enough that Sam had his right now? But NO – of course not. The whole damn house would stink like heat in no-time.

Though the deputy seemed as if he haven't as many problems with it as Sam had. The guy didn't even seem as if it bothered him anyhow. Sam instead? He had taken some Tylenol just half an hour before and still had cramps and shifted uncomfortably on the couch beside him every couple of minutes.

On the yard, three blocks of stacked up useless vehicles away from Bobby's house ...

Carl was shivering, his teeth chattering. He huffed out a frustrated breath and sneezed. "Dude. - Enough.", he huffed and looked over at his partner in annoyance. "It'd be one hell of a shitty idea to get out here during the blizzard. - The guy won't go and try to get the omega tonight. Lets head towards the house, get warmed up ..." Carl was definitely an alpha. All muscles and tall, maybe even taller as Sam was.

"Right.", his partner answered, his lips and nose already red and numb from the cold. "Lets get warmed up. - Best idea of the day."

But the two police-officers hadn't counted on the form that was lingering one block further behind the corner, waiting for them to get closer. They hadn't been able to smell the strong alpha-scent that got wiped away from the upcoming wind and faded into nothingness ...

None of the both of them saw HIM coming ... a pair of ice-blue eyes, reflecting the single moon-beam that made it's way through clouds and snow to illuminate the silver blade that sliced through the night ... and flesh.

Jeremy seemed to get more and more agitated the more time passed. The first thirty minutes had gone by easily, with him drinking scotch and warming up. But now? Now it were forty-five minutes, and his partners hadn't come yet.

Finally snapping, Jeremy stalked over to the door, pulled on his boots and jacket and drew his gun. "I gotta check on Carl and Fin.", he said and was about to turn around the key in the lock.

"Wait!", Bobby called out gruffly, pulling the gun from the drawer and got to his feet. "I'm comin' with. - No one's goin' out there on his own tonight. - Besides, no one knows the yard better than me."

Sam's distress was close to palpable. Wherever he wanted it or not, his own fear of Alistair being somewhere out there, made the alpha's in the room nervous.

Sonny and Dean were sitting on needles ever since the cops wouldn't show up on their doorstep. Sam reached for his alpha's hand and squeezed it tightly, sharing a look with him.

"It's all fine, I'm sure. - Probably got lost on the yard somewhere." Dean didn't quite know if he believed his own words ...

Jeremy gave the grizzled beta a short nod after hesitating.

That was about the moment the light went out.

Sam jumped, gripping his alpha's hand tighter. "Dean."

"Just the RCCB.", Dean assured him. "It'd be suicide to go out there without knowing the surroundings, Sammy. He won't come."

Though the tension in the air was palpable.

"Ledger wouldn't come far in that storm – You can't see two yards ahead, Sam." Even in Sonny's voice were slight edges of doubt hearable. "And he doesn't know – can't know where you are."

Sam gave him a short nod, though he looked doubtful.

"Sonny's right. - Not even I do know all the ways through the stacked car-wrecks." Dean squeezed his omega's hand back.

With a sigh, Sonny rose from the recliner, the outlines of his face illuminated by the light of the fire-place. "I'll go and put the RCCB back in."

Dean gave him a short nod, telling him with a single look to be careful nonetheless.

When the three of them were gone, Dean locked the door behind them again and slipped back behind Sam on the couch, peppering tender kisses all along the younger man's jaw.

The omega leaned into the hunter with a sigh. "You sure that's just the weather? Not something else?"

"Don't you worry, Sammy." Dean kissed the younger man's forehead. "Just the weather."

Sam snuggled into him, pulling his long legs up to ease his discomfort.

The lights went back on.

"Yahtzee." A wave of relieve washed over the both of them. "See? Just the weather."

"Just the weather.", Sam repeated.

Though – somehow – neither of them seemed convinced. Still something felt off ... somehow.

The hunter sighed. He knew that HIS omega was uncomfortable, that he was hurting ... "You know what? - Why don't you go upstairs, take a shower and lie down. - I'm comin' up when the others are back and let them in, 'kay?"

Sam sniffed and tensed for a long moment. "I'm good.", he muttered, taking another deep inhale of the alpha's scent.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, sure. And I'm Ozzy Osbourne." He shook his head. "You go upstairs. And when I'm comin' I wanna see you all comfortable and without any fabric covering your luscious body, baby." His voice was much more of an animal-like pur than actually human when he spoke.

Sam grinned and nudged him gently. "What if I'm fallin' asleep? All bothered and horny?"

Dean groaned, bucking his hips up. "I'm gonna wake you up."

"Promise?" The omega sucked in his lower lip and blinked up at the hunter, his bright eyes dazed from the pain-killers and fever.

"Sure. - You go and get yourself ready." The alpha's voice dropped an octave. He couldn't wait for the others to come back and get upstairs. Saliva was gathering in his mouth like he was about to eat a juicy steak.

Sam ground his butt against the hunter's crotch, feeling the other man's manhood filling instantly.

Dean tipped his head back and sealed his mouth over Sam's in a gentle, but hard kiss. Sam then pulled away from him and got to his feet.

On his way out of the living-room, he wiggled with his butt and Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Go hurry up! Sonny's gonna be back any time now!"

At least that was, what Dean had thought. Long minutes passed and his arousal was already aching with need. He cursed silently and bit his lower lip.

Sonny and the others should've been back by now. - Or the two officers truly had lost themselves on the yard and Sonny had joined the others to look for them. Anyway it wouldn't have been bad to KNOW.

Dean Winchester reached at the back of his jeans and pulled a baretta from his waistband, which had been hidden by his tee-shirt. He checked on it and put the safety off. He sniffed and groaned at the thought of the cold wind and snow that'd blow into his face as soon as he'd open the front-door. Though, he did it.

He turned the key around and pushed the handle down. With a curse, as he felt the icy air, he opened the door completely and looked outside. It was damn cold, the tracks of his friends and Jeremy long blown away by the wind. He cursed again.

"Sonny!", he yelled, but the wind muffled his call and carried it away. He cried the man's name out again.

Snowflakes caught in his hair and long lashes when he made a step outside, never leaving his back out in the open and uncovered.

With a curse he went back inside and locked the door. This was one hell of a crappy evening. Now that it was dark outside he wouldn't have a chance to find those idiots on the yard. They'd walk by each other without noticing ...

He was torn between going out there to look for his friends and staying with Sam in the house. He couldn't leave the omega unprotected in case this had been a diversionary manuever. - And hell, he'd be damned if it didn't reek like one.

"Sam?!", he called out.

A muffled "ready in ten" came back.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Again he cursed and looked once more at the front door. "I go check on the windows downstairs!"

He didn't become an answer, though there was the sound of a shower going on. - Sam high likely left the door open ... though through the sound of water he wouldn't understand him anyway.

Dean sighed and brushed over his face nervously. "Damn it.", he cursed and shook his head.

With the gun in hand, he strode to the back of the house and checked on the backdoor (wich was still locked) and the windows.

When he came back to the front, he froze in his tracks as he felt the icy wind blow through the front-door, carrying snow into the hall. His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed, eying the open door for a long moment. Then he rose his gun and pointed in its direction.

From where he stood – just a couple of yards away – he couldn't see any damage done to the lock. The key lied on the wooden floor ... There were half-visible footprints in about the size of 10.5.

Dean groaned disapproving, his gaze turning feral – DANGEROUS – in the very moment. Could've been Sonny ... then again he wouldn't have left the front-door open.

The very next moment he smelled it. Though it was already too late. Someone wrapped his arm around the hunter's neck and pulled him back, punching the baretta from his hand. The tip of something sharp digged into Dean's skin beside his adam's apple without breaking it.

"Warn him and I'll rip ya throat out, son." A dangerous – though pleasant – sounding voice hissed into his ear.

The man's clothes were icy and soaked in frozen snow. He felt him move behind him and then there was a cold ring of metal pressed up against his temple.

"Living-room, now.", the stranger hissed silently.

Dean obeyed. There was no way he'd risk to die right now. Because it meant leaving Sam on his own with that bastard. "Fine."

"You make the wrong call, and I'll put you down.", the man said calmly. - Too calm for the alpha's liking. "You don't wanna leave me all on my own with my son, do you? - He sure told you 'bout me already. - Gave you a heads-up what a great daddy I am ..." He chuckled slyly.

"Bastard.", Dean hissed.

The man shoved him forward into the recliner and put good three yards in between himself and the hunter, pointing the Desert Eagle at Dean.

"I want you to call him down.", the blue-eyed man said, showing his white teeth as he smiled.

"Can't. - Told him to go upstairs ... to wait for me." Dean panted, fixing the man with his gaze. He still had a knife in the clip, hidden by the jeans of his right leg. He just had to get to it ...

Alistair screwed up his nose in dismay, the sly grin fading and his facial expression growing utterly dangerous. "You gonna call him down. Tell him something believable, or I'll put you down and go upstairs myself. - Let's see how happy he's gonna be to see his father again."

"You ain't his father you sick bastard.", Dean growled. "A father wouldn't do what you did!"

Alistair cocked his gun. "Keep it down, boy." He cleared his throat gingerly. "Now call for him."

Dean took a deep inhale. He couldn't try anything in his position. - Maybe as soon as the psychopath's attention was drawn towards Sam he'd be able to pull the knife and throw it before anyone could get harmed.

"Sammy?!", Dean called out loudly. His voice sounded a bit strained ... though soft.

A muffled "Not ready!", echoed back downstairs.

"Where'd you put the remote?!" The alpha glanced at the intruder, who didn't leave his eyes off of him.

There was a beat of silence. "Couch!"

Dean waited a few moments. "Can't find it, Baby!"

Another beat of silence and shuffling. "Wait! - I'll come downstairs!"

Alistair cocked an eyebrow at the hunter, giving him nonverbal kudos.

Then there were footfalls – bare feet on hard wood, coming closer, patting down the stairs ... Sam didn't look anywhere but the stairs, muttering something. "I'm sure I put it on the couch, Dean.", he said – more to himself than his lover. "Just ... maybe ..." He looked up towards the open door. Realization dawning slowly on his face, as he looked up with whide eyes, his breath catching in his throat.

The footfalls came to a hold. Sam wouldn't be able to even snatch a glance into the living-room from where Dean figured he had stopped. There were a couple of more hesitant footfalls towards the living-room.

"Dean?" Sam smelled something ... something familiar. He frowned and swallowed. He knew that scent. He knew both scents. It wasn't just Dean inside the living-room ... it was someone more dangerous with him ... someone he had hoped he wouldn't have to face ever again in a lifetime.

Sam's heart stopped for a long moment, suddenly aching. This couldn't be true ... couldn't be happening.

"Alistair?!" The name came over his lips in a gasp, though loud enough for the people in the livingroom to hear.

Dean had his gaze locked with the bastard who dared to come into Bobby's house, their home. Though he would wait for the split moment in wich Alistair wouldn't be able anymore to stare at him and his sick mind would dare him to catch a glimpse of Sam.

To Dean's disbelieve, a pale, trembling omega was appearing in the threshold.

"I'll go with you, when you let him go.", Sam's voice was thin and small – like the one of a kid. He stole a glance at the hunter in the recliner, telling him with a single look that he was sorry. Dean had probably wanted him to run or hide ... but he couldn't. He couldn't hide or run when he knew that Alistair had his mate – had Dean.

"Who says that I want YOU to come with me?" Alistair's features went sharp and calculating. "I can't recall, calling you one of my favorites, can I? - Tell me ... how did you survive? Why YOU? Nine I could've understood ... but YOU? Why the heck would god choose YOU? - YOU, that you're one of the worst of my children? The one I failed to raise as what you are supposed to be?"

Alistair truly seemed to believe what he was saying.

Dean watched the man's gaze flicker to the side where Sam stood. But he needed more ... He needed more time to distract that bastard, call for Sam and pull his knife.

Dean stole a glance at Sam – telling him without words what to do ...

"Because ... if you ... you leave him be ... I'd go with you. I'd do nothing to get away again. I promise." Sam said silently, his voice breaking. "I'd be all yours, father. As long as you want me."

That was the very moment.

Alistair turned his head slowly towards Sam, taking a look at his former child, trying to read him – to see if he was being honest.

"SAM!", Dean yelled. "RUN!"

... to be continued

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