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Chapter 9

Sam watched his brother as he slept peacefully. It been two weeks since they had returned civilisation and Carlisle had left them and Sam was happy with Dean's progress. He was still sleeping a lot but was managing to move around their motel room mostly an unaided. Of course that wasn't helping his instincts any and it was starting to annoy Dean a bit but he couldn't help it. Dean had nearly died! And despite the fact that he didn't mind the Cullen's his inner wolf had seen the doctor as a threat to his injured Imprint. So his instincts kept screaming at him to wrap Dean up in cotton wool and keep him safe.

Dean groaned as the noise kept going. "Sam answer your phone." He grumbled and then buried his head under the pillow. Sam chuckled as he left the bathroom and picked it up.

"Hello?" Dean sighed and kicked the blankets off, sitting up to watch his brother pace as he talked to someone from the Reservation by the sound of it. Sam finally hung up and flopped down beside him.

"Well?"

"Looks like the Cullen's presence is affecting the kids on the Reservation, one of them phased."

"Seth?" Dean asked in alarm and Sam shook his head.

"Nope, kid named Sam Uley."

Dean snorted. "Great, that's not going to get confusing at all."

"Yeah."

"So we headed back for you to help him?"

Sam sighed. "That was why they called, the Elders are divided, some say he should learn like I did, sink or swim and the others want to call me in to help him learn."

"So what's the decision?"

"Got anything lined up after we finish this job?"

"Just a trip back to Washington."

Sam watched the younger Sam as he trembled before moving from the tree line. "Calm down, you don't want to phase right now."

"Who are you?" He snarled.

"Sam Winchester, relative of the Clearwaters. I got called back to help you."

"And how can you do that?" Sam just grinned and shoved his shorts off, phasing so quickly that the other male didn't really get to see anything. The younger Sam's eyes went wide in shock. "I…I'm not the only one?"

Sam phased back and re-dressed. "No, you're not." He smiled at the younger male who smiled hesitantly back.

Dean sat against a tree, watching the two massive wolves fight. Sammy was better and the larger of the two but Sam was learning quickly and sitting around while his brother fought did not sit well with him, even if it wasn't a real fight. Sure he could help with other things like basic weapons training but this… he'd be dead or at least very badly injured in seconds. So he got to sit back and watch, occasionally calling out when one of them was leaving an opening or not taking advantage of an opening. He knew Sam hated him being in Forks and he understood his brothers concern, if the boys on the Reservation had begun to phase then the longer they stayed the better the chance he would too. The idea did scare him but he had been watching Sam handle it for nearly a year now so he figured if it happened then it happened.

Jasper froze as he heard a low growl, straightening from the crouch he'd been in slowly, hands out. He could feel the emotions of whoever had growled and did not want to encourage an attack. He turned slowly and saw a large black wolf emerging from the undergrowth. That was not the young man they had met all those months ago. It looked like those on the Reservation were beginning to change too. The wolf crouched and Jasper sent out a wave of calm at him. "We are not on your land and I am only hunting deer. If you attack I will defend myself." He heard another growl and then the wolf they were familiar with stepped into view and Jasper was relieved that it wasn't him Sam was growling at but the other wolf. The larger wolf pushed the black one until he turned and left before going into the trees himself. A few seconds later Sam walked into the clearing.

"Sorry about that. We were working on his tracking skills."

"There's nothing to apologise for since he didn't attack me."

"Still….I'm trying to work on that instant hatred for your family everyone on the Reservation has. I doubt you asked to be a vampire and the fact you fight your instincts and hunt animals is amazing. Hating you for something out of your control is just dumb." Sam told him and Jasper smiled slightly.

"No I didn't ask for this, none of our family did. Thank you."

Sam just shrugged. "Tell the doc thanks for helping with Dean, he healed fine." With that Sam was gone to have a word with his student.

Dean smiled when he found Sam already fast asleep. He quickly crawled in beside him and settled down, Sam rolling over to curl around him. It was getting cold so Dean was glad for the heat Sam's over-warm body provided. It was strange having a house to themselves, he'd gotten used to the noise at Sue and Harry's but the Elders had decided that they were members of the tribe and therefore should have a place of their own even if they were usually on the road. It felt strange to actually belong somewhere again even if he especially stuck out amongst the others. Sam at least had dark hair and eyes but he was the only blonde around. He was almost asleep when his cell phone decided to ring and he groaned but dragged himself out of bed even as Sam whined in his sleep at the noise and burrowed deeper under the covers. Dean smiled at that before leaving the bedroom to answer the call, groaning when caller id revealed it to be their Dad. He still hadn't mentioned that Sam was with him since the kid didn't want him to know but it made things difficult. But after John had kicked Sam out he figured it was up to Sam when or if their Dad found out he was back.

Half an hour later he finally got to go back to bed, fighting the urge to scream, rant and rave. He hadn't seen the man in over a year and suddenly he wanted to meet in Boston of all places. Urgh! Sam cuddled close and Dean closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. He could figure something out in the morning.

TBC…