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Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 14 ~ Calling For You

THEN:

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."

NOW:

Dean Winchester burst through the front door and up the stairway, taking two at a time in the need to be with his mate. He didn't take time to put his shoes back on, nor to button up his plaid-shirt.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw the open bathroom-door and the filled bathtub, the pool of water beside it and the water drops on the floor that led directly into their room. The door there was wide open and he heard calm voices coming from the inside.

He followed the whispering and saw John and Bobby, as they worked on a barely conscious Sam to get him dried off. A towel covered his stomach, private parts and the better half of his thighs.

„About time.", Bobby huffed without looking at the youngest Winchester. „Ellen's gonna be here in ...", but then the front door and a smoky voice that called „Guys?!" upstairs was heard.

„Upstairs!", Dean yelled back and hurried to the bed, shoving Bobby aside. „What happened?", he asked, glancing at his father as he took a towel himself and wiped the freshly building sweat from Sam's forehead.

„He was burning up.", John answered and pulled the comforter over the shaking human. „We had to cool him down – fast."

Dean nodded, running his fingers through Sam's hair, listening to the humans – way too fast – heartbeat. Then he glanced up at his father, giving him a grateful look.

„Thanks Dad.", he gave him a small smile.

„So I figure you've won?", Ellen asked as she entered the room with a cocked eyebrow. „Thomas looks like crap. You did a thing on him young Winchester." She couldn't hide the joking undertone in her last words. Then her look wandered to the human on the bed. „I got it. - The antibiotics I gave him didn't work?"

Dean nodded.

„Okay. - First: ALL OUT OF HERE.", Ellen said calmly. „Except Dean. - I honestly don't wanna end up like Thomas." She gave him a small grin.

„But ...", John wanted to protest, and Bobby grabbed him by his bicep and dragged him out of the room without any further statement.

When the door slid shut, she shared a short look with Dean and gave him a nod. Then she put her doctor's bag on the bed beside Sam's feet and took out some vials with different labels and a syringe. Ellen then prepared a saline drip, adding the contents of the vials to the saline and attached it to Sam's port in his left elbow.

She turned the I.V. up, so that it'd be empty within thirty minutes.

Dean sat beside the human on the bed, holding his right hand. The tray with breakfast and coffee long forgotten on the floor beside the bed. Sam's forehead was creased in distress, his eyelids on half-mast.

„I gave him antibiotics, painkillers and vitamins. - I'll stay here over night to keep a close eye on Sam. - But I think he's going to be okay.", she smiled reassuring. „I'll give him another saline drip as soon as this one's through and might add another one in the morning to get his organism back on track." Then she cleared her throat silently. „Other than that … I guess we've to wait ..."

Dean squeezed Sam's hand carefully as he got restless once again. Sam muttered under his breath and the only things he was capable of figuring out was his name and the words „please" and „don't make me". Sam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and blew out a shuddering exhale.

Ellen sniffed and glanced at the tray on the floor. „I'll go and get us some coffee. - 'S gonna be a long night."

Dean just nodded and muttered a „Thank you", as he laid down beside Sam, slipping under the comforter.

Ellen was already gone for a while, as the human started to shift again and started to mumble incoherent things.

„Hey, Sammy." Dean scooted closer and laid a hand on the younger male's stomach. „It's okay. I'm here ..."

The blood on Dean's cheek was already drying and the gash there didn't hurt at all anymore. It had healed up nicely within minutes as it had to be expected.

But Sam didn't do as much as whimper, obviously to far gone to recognize his surroundings and the younger Winchester beside him. So Dean did the only thing he could do … talk.

„You know … after I was gone … After we had moved and Dad found us this small house in the middle of nowhere … when my time in the basement was over … I thought about you.", he whispered gently into his ear, his lips so close as if they'd touch Sam's hot skin any moment. „I thought I heard you call my name. - Even thought I felt you somehow." Dean's eyes fluttered shut. „I should've been lookin' for you. I should've known that there's just one way that I was able to hear you. I should've known that we're bonded. - But I didn't – because I thought it's just imagination. I thought it's impossible. - We didn't know back then that mates aren't just werewolves. So I sucked it up. Shoved it away. Suppressed the images and memories of the time I spent with you. Because it would've made me sick." He buried his nose in Sam's hair. „I know it's a lousy excuse.", he added after a while.

Sam seemed to calm down now – Just from Dean talking to him.

„That's it, Sammy. - Just relax. Try to take it easy.", he whispered then, settling his head back into the fluffy pillow.

Dean fell silent then, just watching Sam's face, feeling his warm skin against his palm.

It didn't last long until Sam started to tremble again and a silent sob was heard. „Please. Don't leave me here. Please. - I need you. Need you so bad, Dean. Don't leave me here with them.", he begged. Literally begged. And the wolfman wondered if Sam had been begging for him to come and get him all the time after he and his father had left.

The wolf's eyebrows furrowed. „I'm here. You're right here with me, Sammy. We'll look out for you. You're one of us."

But Sam wouldn't listen, wouldn't understand. So Dean just drew him closer and enveloped him in a gentle hug, drawing him as close as possible. He then tangled his fingers in Sam's and held him. Just held him. „I'll make it up to you. I'll make you feel better. - Whatever it takes." Dean continued silently. „It's my fault that you had to stay with these people. My fault. Because I should've listened to my gut-feeling. Should've figured it out somehow. - Because that's what a good mate does."

Sam coughed violently again, his muscles tensing, his face screwed up in pain.

And Dean held him protectively in his arms, helping him through it. Helped him in the only way he could: whispering soothing promises and holding him in his arms.

Twenty-two hours later the fever broke finally, letting a completely exhausted and drained Sam behind.

Forty-seven hours later Sam woke for the first time from his nightmarish memories. The first thing he saw was Dean Winchester. A Dean Winchester that looked at least as exhausted and drained as he felt. A Dean Winchester that smiled at him, cupped his face and brushed his lips over Sam's forehead.

Sixty-one hours later Sam was able to make it to the bathroom and back into bed with Dean's help. The first time in days that he took a shower, washed his hair, shaved his beard and brushed his teeth. The first time in days that he felt clean again.
Dean had waited IN the bathroom for him. Surely regarding Sam's dignity highly as he did so. Even when the human seemed to start trusting him, he still was uncomfortable with being undressed around him. No matter how often Dean had seen the human male already without his clothes.

Something that was a lesser reason to worry about when it came to wolves. They were actually naked all the time in their animalistic form – if he didn't count the fur of course. Something Dean didn't mind, though he knew that for humans it was embarrassing to show what they owned.

And the other reason why Dean didn't dare to snatch a look at him was that Sam's body – no matter how beaten up he looked, no matter how bony he was – that he loved to look at him. He was worried that Sam'd notice the infinite affection he felt for him, since Sam seemed all too sensitive for things like this at times.

If only the human knew that they all had already seen him like god had created him. But Dean wouldn't take the illusion from him. At least – if Sam did remember – he didn't have to remind him of it. - Specially for Sam it had to be one of the last things he truly owned. - His dignity.

Three days later …

… Sam was on his feet again. Was walking around in their room and was visiting the bathroom on his own. Ash had brought a small shopping-bag with stuff for the human. A toothbrush, a rechargeable shaver and some one-way razors, shaving foam and aftershave from his run for errands. There had also been a small card, glued to a Butterfinger, wich Sam had saved up for later.

Sam sat on the bed and was waiting for Dean to come back from the bathroom. He hadn't dared to ask if he was allowed to go anywhere else yet as he knew that there were others in the house.

So he pulled the Butterfinger with the attached card from his sweater-jacket and ripped it off of the chocolate-bar, flipping it open.

Hey there!

Breakfast's at 9:30.

& eat the bar before Dean's snatching it from you. * lol *

We can't wait to meet ya'

Ash and Caleb & the rest of the pack

A small smile ghosted over Sam's face, eying the bar in his hand warily for a long time, not sure if he should follow the advice on the card or if he should ask Dean for permission first.

Before he was able to decide what to do with the chocolate, the bedroom-door opened and a fully cleaned, way better looking Dean Winchester came into the room, wearing a smile on his lips.

The candy-bar slipped from Sam's fingers with a frightened expression on his face as his head snapped up and he saw Dean.

Big wary hazel-eyes looked at the older male, as he came slowly closer with a frown on his forehead. Dean squat down before him and picked the bar up. He then eyed it for a moment and thrust it back into Sam's hand as he rose again, wearing a mischievous grin on his face.

„Guess that's yours.", he said and patted Sam's shoulder. „What about breakfast, huh?"

Sam nodded, visibly tensing at the question.

They then made their way downstairs. Sam kept his face down, looking to the ground, but took in his surroundings like no one other. He walked short behind Dean as they rounded the corner into the kitchen and from there into the dining-room, where a big table had its place. Sam stopped in his tracks as he entered the room, feeling looks on him. He stole a short glance at the people at the table.

As bad as he wanted to follow Dean to their seats, he couldn't. His body wouldn't obey the commands his mind yelled at him.

He felt someone grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. No one said a word, but he still felt their looks all over his body. Sam bit his lower lip, as the hand let go of his and landed on his shoulder, guiding him down on one of the chairs.

The human stole a glance at the seat beside him, where familiar looking denim appeared. He felt the person beside him leaning in and a warm exhale ghosting over his earlobe.

„It's okay.", Dean whispered, „Told you, they're friends." He reached for Sam's hand again, laying it on his own thigh and squeezed it gently. „You can look at them. They won't bite you."

Sam gave a short nod, but wouldn't look up. Instead he stole a glance to his left. There was a man. His hair was short in the front and long in the back. He wore a worn out iron-maiden muscle-shirt and jeans. He kind of looked like a mullet-fan.

Sam saw as his plate got filled with biscuits, some scrambled eggs and a few stripes of bacon. Red juice from a bottle got filled into the glass before him and again he felt a squeeze of his right hand.

Sam glanced at Dean for a moment too long, so their looks met.

„Eat.", Dean mouthed and laid a fork beside Sam's plate.

Sam gave a short nod.

The others filled their plates with some of the things that were on the table. Sausages and gravy, short fried chop-steaks, bacon and other meaty food someone else wouldn't want to have for breakfast.

Dean squeezed the human's hand again and Sam gave a short nod. He knew what Dean wanted him to do. So he picked up the fork and poked around in the eggs.

Sam decided that he wasn't hungry, so he just drank the red juice that tasted a lot like strawberries. When he had emptied it, it got refilled. - Just like that.

He emptied one more glass.

When they seemed to be done, someone started to clear the table from the dishes. He saw Dean giving the being behind him a wave with his hand and Sam's plate was pulled away too.

There was still silence. No one talked.

A mug with a beige-colored liquid appeared in front of him then and the unmistakable scent of coffee crawled up his nose. Sam stole a glance at the people at the table, his hold on Dean's thigh tightening unconsciously in the process of it.

This had to be Bobby's house. Dean had told him about it. He had told him that there'd be others. So one of them had to be Ash. The one who had written the card and glued it to the candy-bar. Sam wanted to know who Ash was. Wanted to see the guy who didn't even know him, but obviously was eager to meet him.

He knew John, Bobby and Dean. The other three were strangers to him. - Though one of them had to be Ash.

„Okay ...", Dean broke the silence, „We know one of them got away. - What are we supposed to do now?" He looked into the round, everyone was looking back at him.

Thomas cleared his throat and gave an annoyed groan in response, showing with a single look what he thought they should do, but didn't say a word.

Dean gave him a glare, that meant as much as he shouldn't fucking dare and say a single word about the human. Followed by a low snarl what meant as much as if he even dared to look at him once more, he'd get ripped into pieces.

„They won't come here. - They won't dare.", Bobby said calmly. „The Salvage is safe. No other pack's gonna get onto the property of another one."

John sighed audibly and frowned. „You sure?", he asked concerned, „We've killed some of their pack. They won't let us get away with it. At least I wouldn't if it'd happen to ours."

„Sure they're gonna try something at some point. - Or they just back off.", Bobby added pensively. „The female one looked like an alpha though, but the others didn't. - Might as well she was their leader." The eldest among them cleared his throat. „You guys know what you say about snakes. - Maybe we don't have to worry about anything."

„What if she was the mate of another one. - What if she was the woman Sam told Jody about? - Then there are definitely others. Or at least one other.", Dean threw in and earned a nervous hiss from his father. „And if they were mates we're screwed all the more."

Sam's hand on Dean's thigh started to shake.

A loud noise like an open palm on wood was heard, and the table vibrated under the impact. Sam flinched and pressed his back into the chair. As if on command his heartbeat sped up and he squeezed his eyes shut. He slid further down, keeping his chin rested on his chest.

Sam felt his hand being squeezed gently.

„We're screwed?" Yeah, Thomas wasn't able to shut up about it. „It's all his fault." He nodded towards Dean while he gave the human a devaluating glare. „We're a pack. - The humans should keep their trash. We got nothing to do with them. They can be glad that we're not hunting them like we're supposed to.", he spat out.

Dean squeezed the younger man's hand tighter, before he stood up. He lifted his hand (with Sam's in his) and laid it on the table. He took him in closely. Thomas' heartbeat was slow and soft, his face relaxed and his body language casual.

„We're not having this discussion again.", Dean hissed, his eyes morphing slowly into something more dangerous. „If I can't trust you, then I have to leave, or YOU have to leave."

„You give undue preference to a human you barely know? Who's insane? - You know that he won't return your feelings. EVER. You're just a monster for him and you'll always be. - As soon as he gets all his senses back he'll shoot you with a silver-round, or stab you with a silver knife as soon as he has the opportunity to do so.", Thomas countered with a bitter smile. „And you're preferring him? What about your brothers? Your pack? - You're sacrificing US?" He still seemed cool and said the words matter-of-factly.

Sam tore his hand away from Dean and jumped from his seat, shoving it backwards over the wooden floor with a creak.

Everyone's attention snapped towards Sam, who stood there. Heavily panting, his mind racing. He couldn't let this man say that. He couldn't. And if he'd get a beating for it, he'd take it. He'd do it. He'd do it now.

… to be continued

sigh * another chapter done ^^

next up: CHAPTER 15 ~ From Me To You