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Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 13 ~ Bitten

THEN:

And then there was still Thomas. Thomas who would never accept Sam as a member. But he'd accept the rules. And the rules were that they were a democratic pack (at least most of the time. And when they were not, then Bobby was their leader since he was the oldest. And never one of them would dare to call that into question).

Other than that they were doing pretty well, Dean figured. Sam had done well – at least with him and the whole wolf-thing. So there was still a little win in all this.

About the other stuff he'd think when it would come to it …

NOW:

The man's ocean-blue eyes were filled with grief and pure white rage. He stared into the flames of the fireplace before him, holding a picture of her in his hands. She had been his mate. The most beautiful, amazing woman he had ever met in his whole life. When they met she had been human – way too human.

They loved each other more than life.

It had been meant for eternity.

And then … then she became sick. Bone-cancer. She was going to die. Die before their life together had even started to get really amazing. And the weaker she became, the clearer it got. He had to do something, had to change her. To save her, to save himself.

Sure she had changed after that and he had known it would be different. SHE would be different. He knew it wouldn't be easy with a turned werewolf by his side. That she'd be bloodthirsty at first.

But he also knew that she'd know exactly how he felt for her, how dizzy her scent made him. How it felt to be truly someone's mate. Feelings that were more intense as a human would ever be able to feel. Senses that were so sharp and defined, it was a rush.

Deryl had to keep her on lockdown for the first year and a half. She had been too wild, too bloodthirsty. His Sharon would have given them away. But then … when she was more and more able to control her need, their life together grew so very special.

They had been meant for each other.

And now …

… now she was gone. DEAD.

He never had meant for her to join his business. Had never wanted her to even know about it. But then … after a while (and the changes she had been thru, through the turning) she found ways to develop their business. To make it more and more lucrative.

They bought humans. - A crappy excuse for beings anyway. - And they made them willing. Sharon just knew how to treat them, how to teach them. They had to be young enough for starters, the rest was all about Sharon and her abilities. He didn't need to take care of anything anymore except finding locations for their events.

And now there he was … all on his own. Of course he had his pack. A pack of turned ones and shifters that were eager to become what he was. A turned shifter was more than just useful at times. Specially when it came to their business … when anyone could become everyone.

Without Sharon his whole life didn't make sense anymore. Without his mate he'd be nothing but a shadow of himself.

This giant gaping hole inside of him dared to swallow him. - No wonder most wolves chose to kill themselves when their mate died. But before he'd give into the darkest of all gorges and would vanish from the world's face he'd take murderers of Sharon with him.

They'd burn.

Sam's fever was increasing. - The antibiotics didn't seem to be effective enough. Short after midnight, his fever had risen and wouldn't drop until in the morning. Sam had also started to cough again and had thrown up in the process twice.

Dean had attached another saline drip to keep his fluid balance up.

103.2

Dean didn't dare to close his eyes, didn't dare to let himself fall asleep. He had to watch over him, look out for him. Had to make sure Sam's fever wouldn't grow any further.

Sam wasn't sleeping.

Not at all at least.

He mumbled not quite understandable things from time to time, tightened his hold on Dean's arm (wich he still held in a death grip) every now and then.

It was in the morning, when Dean decided to change Sam's sweat-dump clothes and the sheets. So he got up and went for a fresh set of clothes for the human and other sheets. He hurried to get the things changed, so Sam wouldn't have to freeze so long while he lay on Dean's half of the bed.

When the younger Winchester was done and had settled Sam back on his side of the bed, onto the fresh dressed pillow, the human looked up at him. Big hazel-eyes – dazed from the fever – beamed up at him. His breath came in short raspy puffs.

„Why did you leave?", Sam asked silently, staring into the face above him, trying to focus on jade-like green eyes. „I have been missing you so bad."

Dean frowned at first, but then smiled, deciding to go along with it. „I changed your clothes and the bedding." He eyed him closely. „Do you remember? - You're sick. You're sweating like crazy."

Sam shook his head confused. „You left. - Just moved away. I didn't even get to see you one last time. - You didn't even tell me. Didn't called … You were just gone." he frowned, laying his hand on Dean's cheek, who leaned into the touch instinctively, feeling the over-warm palm against his cool skin. „You haven't said goodbye. - I went to your house, you know? I was looking for you. But no one would know where you and your dad went. And it hurt so bad ..." Sam's hand eased away from him and he laid it on his own chest, cradling the fabric in his fist, his face screwed up as if it physically hurt. „So bad. - I was all on my own back then. All over again. With my dad. With the guys at school." Unshed tears glistening in Sam's eyes. His features strained. „I remember you. I remember who you were. - I liked you back then. I loved you. And you just left. And then they came and took me. And I told myself that you'd come and look for me. That you'd find me … I prayed for you to come and get me. I did. Every single night at first …"

Dean stared at him in surprise and awe. He stared at Sam for a long time, taking in his words, letting them echo in his mind – even when they were spoken in a haze of fever and sickness they were meant honest. He saw it in Sam's eyes, in his face.

Salty tears streamed down Sam's face, mixing with sweat. Dean laid a hand on Sam's yaw, blinking at him.

„And I found you, didn't I?" Dean smiled, trying to keep his own tears at bay, trying to keep his voice stable. - For Sam.

This was so hard. So damn hard. Sam hadn't deserved all of this. He had deserved a normal life with a loving family and friends. And he haven't had anything of it. It tore at Dean to KNOW that it was at least partly his fault, that he could've stopped these people from hurting Sam.

If he had just listened to his gut-feeling …

The human looked up at him with big eyes and swallowed.

„I found you. - After all these years." Dean brushed the younger man's tears away. „I found you and I won't let you go again. - I won't leave again either." Promises he demanded to keep. „Whatever happens, we'll stay together." He wanted to explain the circumstances he had been under to leave without a word. Why his father had taken him away from there. But he knew it wouldn't make a lot of sense. - Who knew? Maybe Sam wouldn't remember a single word he had just had spoken later.

„Try and rest and I'll be here when you'll wake up, okay? - And if not there are gonna be John or Bobby by your side." he smiled reassuring. „You know you can trust them, right?"

Sam tilted his head to the side and nodded hesitantly.

„Fine. - I'll go and get us something to eat. Try to stay awake, I'll hurry.", Dean whispered and placed a gentle kiss on Sam's forehead. „You just rest."

Sam blinked lazily with his heavy eyelids and gave him a short nod.

Dean eventually called Ellen while he took care of their breakfast and coffee and what else they would need upstairs. He explained the thing with the fever and she promised to come as soon as possible.

Dean was gone for while – but not as long as it would've taken to make up a breakfast, as the door to the room opened slowly. A gray eyed, tall man in his mid-forties slipped into the room and closed the door carefully. He eyed the human closely while he rounded the bed, tilting his head to the side. Thomas' eyebrows furrowed and a low rumble erupted in his throat, letting the air around him seize.

„I know that you're not sleeping.", Thomas said calmly and sniffed, bracing his hands into his hips. „I figured you should know, that staying here with Dean … with us, is going to bring big troubles for the pack. - Dean and the others killed them. One got away. They know our scent and they'll come for us. They will come for Dean if you stay." His cold eyes swept over the human, whose yaw tightened as he listened to the male's words. „I just thought you would want to know about that."

A couple of heavy footfalls, a click when the door opened and then he was gone.

Sam's eyes snapped open.

Dean balanced two plates with scrambled eggs and bacon and two cups of coffee on a tray as he emerged from the kitchen. There were also a big white and a smaller yellow pill beside them. A glass of water and one with milk, since he wasn't sure what Sam'd like. There was also a tube with marigold slave on it, since he hadn't taken care of Sam's feet for a couple of days now.
On his way upstairs he crossed his way with Thomas, who gave him a gleeful grin. „Coffee's up.", Dean called back over his shoulder.

He might not understood why Thomas was bitching around about a human in their house, but he was still a member of their pack and a friend for years now. Scratch that. He knew why Thomas was bitching around about a human in their house. Because of the very same reasons he would. Because humans meant hunters, and hunters killed monsters like them. And humans killed his mother, killed Thomas wife and kids.

So yeah, he kind of understood Thomas. And wouldn't fait had played him like THIS, he probably would've reacted that way too, if he was in Thomas's place.

Dean entered the room – still in thoughts and his head snapped up, as he spotted Sam. Walking swaying thru the room, trying to put on jeans right at the moment. Though he seemed to have some troubles with the button and the zipper and with his shaky hands.

As soon as he had stepped over the threshold he, he smelled another scent. A scent that shouldn't be there – not in their room. Not close to Sam.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes formed to small slits. He blew out a raged breath thru his nostrils.

Sam looked up. He was heavily panting and his heart razing.

„What the hell do you think you're doing?", Dean asked, placing the tray on the bed, so he'd have both hands free in case he'd need them.

„I'm taking off.", Sam muttered under his breath, still trying to get the button through the hole.

„You're … you're what?" Dean's voice hitched, „How far do you think you'll get?"

Sam closed his eyes for a moment. „As far as possible. As much distance between us as I can. - I don't want them to hurt you or your friends or anyone else." The human coughed and held his aching middle.

„Wait.", Dean demanded, throwing both arms into the air to stop whatever was going on in the fever-dazed mind of HIS human. He blinked at Sam who obviously tried to focus on one of the both Deans that were standing not far away from him. „You're not going anywhere. - You stay right here. In bed. Until you're better. Or at least know what you're doing." He chuckled nervously at his last words. „Because I think you don't know what you're doing right now. - You can't even look streight. How do you think you get away from the yard without passing out as soon as you've reached the porch anyway?"

Sam frowned at the other male.

Dean's nostrils flared, his heart pumping blood in hyper-speed through his system. Pure rage had its claws dug into him, poisoning him fast.

Sam looked at him for a long moment. „I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me, Dean. - Please.", sitting back down on the bed.

Dean shook his head. „Did Thomas say that? Did he tell you that we're going to be hurt because of you?"

Sam looked aside.

„Fantastic. - Now I'm gonna tell you something, Sam: I'll tie your sorry ass to the bed if you won't do as I say. And I say you'll stay. Right here. - Until you're better. Until you're not longer in a fever-induced delirium." And that was all that he said.

Because in the next moment he was right in front of Sam. Gripping the human's legs and throwing them – not so gently – back on the bed. He then threw the comforter over Sam and looked at him. So much anger – so much rage in his green firy eyes.

„You stay." Dean left no room for any kind of protest in his voice, look and gestures.

Then he dashed out of the room and downstairs, nearly bumping into his father, barging into Bobby, spotting Thomas at the very next moment beside the table with a cup of coffee in his hand.

And before anyone was able to realize what was going on, he lunged out with his fist. Thomas who saw the attack too late, swirled around, just in the right time so that his yaw connected with a flying fist.

He lost his balance and stumbled to the side, the mug crashing on the wooden floor into hundreds of pieces. All he saw – besides stars – was a second fist flying, connecting with the other side of his face.

„You never again enter Sam's room.", he hissed and landed another punch, this time in the other man's ribs, wich sent Dean's victim to the ground. „You never again talk to him without my permission."

A moment later, John and Bobby were on him and pulled him back – away from Thomas.

„Hey, calm down, son.", Bobby grunted as Dean tried to break free from their hold on him. „We can talk about this, can't we?"

Thomas got to his feet slowly, one hand on his yaw, checking if something was broken. „There's nothing to talk about.", he panted smacking his lips as the taste of copper flooded over his tongue.

„But you had a lot to say to Sam, didn't you?", Dean's lips puckered, his face red with anger and his eyes burning greenish like those of an animal. „Someone who's already on the ground? Someone in the middle of a delirium? - You think that's intelligent?" He snarled. „You think it's clever to piss me off?"

Dean yanked his arms free – and the other two let him.

„Not in the house, boys.", John spoke in a warning tone, backing off a few steps.

„You really wanna do this? - Fighting a member of your pack?", Thomas asked disillusioned, „Because of a human?"

Thomas hadn't found his mate yet. He sure had been married and had a family, but that didn't mean that this woman had been his mate. She was someone he fell in love with, someone he cared about. - But she hadn't been his mate.

Sure Thomas had been a shadow of himself when she got killed. - When his kids had been killed. But other than that … it just hadn't been the same. They didn't know each other as mates did.

„The human has a name, Tom.", Dean growled, glaring at him.

„Fine." Thomas straightened and walked past his challenger. „Lets get it over with."

Dean followed him outside, away from the house and deep into the yard. They never let each other out of their watch on their way

… and then it began.

John shook his head and sighed deeply. „I know they have to set things streight." He rubbed his forehead and took the glass of scotch that Bobby handed him over.

„Dean got this.", Bobby said with a hope-filled smile and gulped the contents of his glass down. „He's going to put Thomas back into the right place."

John put the glass aside without even taking a taste and gave Bobby a nod. Then he went upstairs and knocked on his son's bedroom-door. He heard the muffled sounds of a squeaking mattress and entered.

„Hey there.", he said with a small smile on his lips. Brown eyes looking at the young man, who laid on his side on the top of the comforter.

The human was shivering, his arms wrapped around his middle. And Sam felt awful. Not just that he didn't quite remember how he got there, but also the words that hung around in his mind. That he was a danger to Dean. That they would come for the pack because of him. And then, all of a sudden his vision went dark and he was back in his cell. Grey eyes lurking through the grid, glowing dangerously at him.

The older Winchester's smile faded slowly as he got closer to the bed, eying the human on it warily. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting at the thermometer on the nightstand. John snatched it from there and hurried around the big bed, squatting down beside it on Sam's side.

The human's eyes were open but stared into nothingness. He was sweating as he had run a marathon through the desert and his translucent skin looked wondrously flushed.

„Hey, son.", John tried calmly – though there was urgency on its edges. „You here with me?"

There was no reaction.

„I'm gonna take ya' temperature.", he said then, tugging the thermometer under the young human's armpit, even when he already knew he wouldn't like what he see.

105.1

„No no no ..." John muttered, panic in his voice. He didn't know a lot about human bodies, but he did know that 105.1 wasn't good. - Was worse than wasn't good. „Robert!", he yelled, tossing the thermometer to the ground.

The older Winchester started to fumble on Sam's shirt, first trying to be careful. But as soon as Sam's long limps got in the way he just ripped it off of him.

Bobby appeared in the doorway, staring at the older Winchester and the human in shock. Calling him Robert had meant something bad ever since. It meant that something serious or even dangerous was going on, so he was upstairs in less than thirty seconds.

„What the hell?", Bobby frowned and then suddenly realized what his younger friend was doing. „I get the water goin'.", and with that he was out of the door again and in the bathroom, turning on the cold water at the bathtub.

When he returned into the bedroom, John had already managed to get the jeans off of the younger man and carried him out on the corridor in his arms. That was when the human started to stir and to get restless.

„It's okay, son. - You're going to feel better in no time.", John murmured – wherever to reassure Sam or himself, he wasn't quite sure.

„Please." Sam's voice broke. „Dad don't. - Don't, please don't. I … it's not his fault. Please don't be mad."

John's face morphed into a grim expression as he carried him another few steps until they entered the bathroom to their right.

„Sam.", he said calmly. „Sam, c'mon and look at me."

The human pressed himself weakly into the older male's chest, his head resting against his neck. He tugged kitten-soft on John's collar and started to shake. „Dean please. - Help me … please ...", the rest got swallowed by desperate silent pleas and weeping.

John lowered him carefully into the cold water, hissing thru gritted teeth at the freezing liquid that soaked thru his sleeves. Against his expectations, Sam didn't react to the coolness nor to the change in the way his body must felt like in the water. The older Winchester held him by the shoulders, as he started to curl up, whimpering and pleading him to stop. Begging for Dean to come and get him. Saving him from the clutches of his father …

„Dean's comin', boy.", John whispered, trying not to lose his grip on Sam, otherwise he'd get beneath the water's surface. „He's just takin' care of something. - Dean's comin' soon."

Dean snarled dangerously through his black nostrils, as the wolf beneath him tried to break free. His warm exhales evaporating in the perishing air. He held him down with his paws and dangerous claws. Blood dripping from the scratch on his cheek, seeping into the thick fur all over the animal's face.

He stared into a pair of grey wolfish eyes, baring his long sharp fangs, showing his opponent that there was just one way of not being killed: Surrender.

An icy shiver ran down his spine and tail, letting him freeze in his position for a moment, as he heard his mate's desperate calls. It wasn't like he literally heard them. It was more of a feeling, sensing that something wasn't right, that Sam was longing for him from the distance.

And he couldn't. Couldn't let Thomas go. He had to wait, wait for the wolf's surrender. Had to make a point and show him where he belonged. That there was no way he'd tolerate his pack-member's behaviour towards Sam.

John leaned over the bathtub, desperately trying to hold Sam's head over the surface, even when he fought the older Winchester. Sam's wet, slippery skin didn't make it easy for him to keep his hold, but the human had to stay some longer in the water. They had to cool him down a little more – and that fast.

Robert appeared in the doorway. „Got the bed ready. - Ellen's already on her way. Dean must've called her in the morning at some point. - She's bringin' the good stuff." He cleared his throat. „How long's he been in there already?"

John shrugged. As if he had time to check his watch right now. „Some more minutes.", he muttered, „Then we'll get him back into bed."

…... to be continued

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