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maybe it's just ME being ME ..lol..

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Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 19 ~ Yours And Mine

THEN:

It was an unconcious thing that always happened when they kissed – ever since they kissed. It was like their bodies were attracting each other. Like their was an invisible bond pulling at each other to be closer.

Like their hosts were as bound as their souls were.

Sam felt like coming home and felt safe like nowhere else in the entire world.

NOW:

Nightmares.

Terrible little creepers that ruined someone's sleep.

Even able to ruin someone's life if they carried on. Able to break people's minds. Able to hold off the desperately needed sleep.

Sam bolted up right into a sitting position, a thin sheen of sweat covered his body and his heart was racing. His lungs were fighting to get much-needed oxygen back into his bloodstream.

A gentle touch on his shoulder and Sam sank back. He was safe. He was with Dean and his pack. He was where he belonged to. No more torture. No more pain. No more darkness.

And his breathing calmed, so did his heart.

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, an open hand resting on his solar plexus. A gentle voice whispering into his ear.

His mind wasn't able to tell what was said, but he knew it was Dean. Dean who soothed him, telling him promises of love and safety. Dean who cared for and about him as long as he was around.

Sam closed his eyes again, letting the warmth of the wolfman's body soak into him, wash through him. His mate's gently whispering voice saturated his mind and soul.

He placed his hand over Deans, feeling the other male's warm breaths on his neck while he was promising him the world. While he was praising him.

… once again.

Both men were tired when they woke up the next morning. Both of them had loved to stay in bed for like … forever.

Wouldn't there have been the agonizing screams from the basement. Piercing yells, high-pitched cries. Their prisoner was suffering terribly.

Sam covered his ears with his palms and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to pretend that there was nothing to be heard. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. It felt like he was listening to himself. The pleas, the begging, the suffocating pain. He couldn't.

„Make it stop.", Sam whimpered. „Please make it stop, Dean. - Make it stop."

He felt the other male's gentle hands on his head, his neck.

Dean glanced at the door and then at Sam again. The human hadn't have to tell him. He knew if the others wouldn't, he would do it. He couldn't stand Sam begging – not for making something like THAT stop. Not when he was able to FEEL Sam's pain as if it was his own.

So the younger Winchester placed a gentle kiss on Sam's forehead, cradling him in his arms.

„I'll be back in a moment, Sam.", Dean whispered and placed another kiss on his forehead. „Just stay put, okay? Don't come downstairs. I'll take care of it."

And with that Dean was out of bed and on his way out of the room. He didn't go into the living-room or kitchen. No. He went streight into the basement.

The heavy iron-door was closed. Thomas stood before it, pushing away from the wall as he saw Dean coming down the stairs.

„Do we know what we need to?", Dean asked coldly.

Thomas nodded.

„Why's he still here then?", the younger one asked firmly.

Thomas rose his index finger and nodded towards the wooden stairway. Dean followed him, eyeing him questioning. „He's about to tell us where his pack is. - We can't finish him now. We need to know."

Dean closed his eyes for a moment, then swallowed. „Even if he's a dick … all though he tried to kill one of us, Thomas. - That's torture and you know it." Internally he was surprised that these words actually formed in his mind and came over his lips.

The wolf had tried to off one of his pack. Had tried to kill his mate … The anger and rage he felt wasn't that dominant as he thought it would be. There was also empathy for the hurting creature behind the door. Empathy wich he didn't know if it came from himself or his mate …

Thomas frowned. „That's definitely not Dean Winchester talking ..." he huffed and shook his head. „That's Sam talking ...", Dean finished the other male's thought with a deep sigh.

Both nodded, sharing a knowing look.

„You know that we need to know ...", Thomas spoke after a while. „It's too dangerous." His gaze moved from Dean Winchester to something behind him.

„We could let him go. - He could at least die surrounded by his pack. Where he belongs to.", a voice behind Dean spoke up hesitantly. An all too familiar voice – Sam's. „If he's getting there in time … And if not … He at least had a chance to."

Dean looked over his shoulder. „Didn't I tell you to wait upstairs?"

Sam sucked his lower lip in and looked to the ground. „Sorry ...", he muttered to himself.

Thomas look wandered from Sam to Dean and from Dean to Sam and back at Dean again.

Then Dean finally spoke: „I'll talk to John and Bobby about that … we could follow him wherever he's going. So we'd know where his pack is anyway."

Dean stole a glance at Thomas and gave him a nod before he turned to Sam. „Why don't you GO UPSTAIRS and make us some coffee? - I'll be there in a minute."

Sam nodded and disappeared without a further word.

Dean ran his fingers through his short spiked hair and glanced at the iron-door, while he waited for the creak of the loosen floorboard in the hallway to be heard, where Sam'd be out of hear-range.

„We can't let him go, Dean, you know that.", Thomas hissed silently, as the sound had been heard, „He's gonna tell them. - Who knows for how long he was out there and what his pack already knows. He's a threat. We can't let him go."

Dean held the other wolf's gaze. „I know that. - That's why we won't let him go.", his voice was cool, the lines of his face hard. „He's not leaving the woods alive.", and with that he passed Thomas and unlocked the iron-door. After another short glance back at his pack-member, he entered Bobby's so-called „panic-room".

Sam had made coffee. After he noticed that the others haven't had breakfast yet, he started to prepare one. Not the usual kind of thing … no eggs, no bacon … no sausages and gravy.

He made sandwiches with loads of ham and a little bit of cheese. He listened all the while strained for any sounds from the basement. - But it was so silent. So still.

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying not to think about the suffering being down there. Sam told himself to man up, to take it like the others did, to see it at least a bit like the pack did.

Half an hour later they came upstairs. Ellen, Caleb, Ash, John, Bobby and Thomas. No Dean.

Sam looked at them – his look filled with hope and questions.

„Dean's up in a few minutes ...", John said, slumping down int he chair at the small table, reaching for one of the sandwiches there.

Sam nodded and placed nine mugs on the table, including the pot of coffee, milk and sugar. He watched the others eat and drink and waited, glancing into the hallway from time to time.

What seemed like an eternity later, Dean finally came upstairs and entered the kitchen. He wore a soft smile on his lips as he strolled towards Sam. He then wrapped his arms around the small of his back and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

„I'd say we eat something and then we're heading out.", Dean said calmly, „Practicing your aim and shooting-skills."

Sam smiled back at him and gave him a nod, still curious what Dean had taken that long in the basement. Of course he knew that it was any good. He knew that the silence meant, that he had taken care of the creature. Sam just hoped that he had doped it up with sedatives and painkillers to make its death easier.

Since the others looked sincere and like usual (at least as usual as possible), he didn't waste his thoughts on that any further.

Dean had his troubles with keeping his good mood up. He knew he had done the right thing. And though he felt guilty, as if he had betrayed Sam.

There was no way they could let the wolf go … even when he was doomed to die.

Sam half laid, half sat on the couch in the living-room, his feet resting in Dean's lap. The younger Winchester was massaging the marigold-salve into the tender skin of his soles. Soon the human's eyes fluttered shut and a comfortable moan fell from his lips unconsciously, as Dean rubbed with his thumbs over the ball of his feet.

A satisfied smile settled over the wolfman's face, as Sam relaxed more and more into his touch. Actually he didn't want to get Sam out of the house later. He wanted to stay with him after the latest events and just chill out. But he had to if he wanted to avoid him seeing it when they'd take their captive into Bobby's truck to get him into the woods.

John stood in the doorway, watching his only son and Dean's mate for a long while, before he cleared his throat. Dean looked up and met his father's gaze, giving him a short nod.

It was about time.

„What'd you say, Sweetheart – I'll teach you how to shoot properly, huh? A little bit of target-practice ...", he asked biting his tongue. He didn't want to call him that … oh well, he wanted to, but he always had caught himself before it actually came over his lips.

Sam frowned and blinked his eyes open, his cheeks blushed. Had he heard right? Had Dean just called him sweetheart? SWEETHEART?

The human grinned from ear to ear as he looked up and gave his mate a short nod.

Dean chuckled and slid out under Sam's feet. „Fine. - let's get dressed and behind the house. - We've a makeshift rifle range there ..."

So they got dressed. Dean helped Sam to get into the thick parka, since his abused flank hurt as hell when he tried it on his own. The younger Winchester also helped him into his boots after Sam had tried to bow down, but sat up again, as the movement strained his wound. Dean grabbed Bobby's handgun, Sam had used the other night and inserted a clip with usual rounds instead of silver ones.

They left Bobby's house through the back-door.

When the others were sure, that Dean and Sam were gone, they got their captive upstairs and out of the front door. The wolf in his human form looked way less dangerous – and vulnerable. Besides his pale skin and the dark veins that signed off of his translucent skin he seemed weak. Fever had its hold on him since hours and the painkillers Dean had injected him didn't seem to do their work properly.

He was gagged and bound on his wrists, when they shoved him onto the bed of Bobby's truck, surrounded by Thomas, John and Ash.

Caleb sat on the passenger's seat beside Bobby who was driving and Ellen stayed at the house – just in case.

The two wolves shared a short look, before the older one inserted the key into the ignition and turned it around.

Dean handed Sam the weapon and took his place behind him. He then pointed with his finger at the bull's-eye of the target about hundred yards away from them.

„That's your target.", Dean said.

Sam looked back over his shoulder and nodded. His hands were trembling as he aimed at the round target. Dean brought his body closer to Sam's until they were touching and laid one hand on Sam's lower arm, correcting his position.

The human leaned into him, trying to feel the comfort of closeness through his thick clothing.

„Safety off.", Dean breathed into his ear. Trying not to give into the urge to bury his face into Sam's neck and kiss and nuzzle his way up until their lips met.

Sam removed the safety. Though somehow he was kind of distracted by the man behind him …

„Okay, now aim. Try to hit one of the inner circles.", the wolfman said then. „It probably won't work at the first time … so don't you worry, we've got time."

Sam nodded and squeezed an eye shut, concentrating on the task before him.

Dean chuckled. „No – both eyes open and on the target, Sam."

Sam obeyed and shifted the gun in his hands, his index finger wrapping around the trigger. „I won't hit it. - my hands are shaking too much."

„Doesn't matter. - It's getting better the more you practice.", Dean reassured him, taking a deep breath of Sam's lingering scent and held it. „Breath in, aim and shoot."

Dean blew out his breath and took another one, even deeper, as if he wanted to suck all of Sam's scent into his lungs. It felt like a drug, making him dizzy and lightweighted – though not the bad kind of feeling stoned. The good one, where this warmth spread through his body and gathered in his belly … making its way further down …

„Like this ..." He blew it out again and took another one.

Sam followed his example this time.

„There's nothing but you and your target.", Dean whispered gently. „You have to feel your target, get one with it ..."

Sam frowned. „It's wooden …"

„Humans ...", he gave back with an eye-roll. „Then just try to hit it somehow.", he said then. „Don't think too much about it."

Sam gave him another nod, trying to snatch a glance at Dean from the corner of his eye. - But no such luck.

Sam's lips quivered. He sucked his lower lip in and bit down on it, trying to concentrate on the target and try to get one with it.

He pulled the trigger … and … the bullet missed its target and found another one some feet behind, in the blanks of the fence that surrounded the back-yard.

Sam blew out the breath he was holding, so did Dean.

He lowered the gun and closed his eyes for a moment. „Do we have to do this?"

„You need to be able to defend yourself.", Dean gave back. „So … once again." Dean smiled. „You'll see it's getting better as soon as you get used to the weight of the weapon in your hands and the blowback.", he continued to explain patiently. „So ..." Dean laid his hands on Sam's lower arms, correcting his position again and then let go of him. „Once more, Sam."

They changed the clip after that one was empty and started all over again. At the end of the practice, Sam had managed to place five of the nine rounds into the inner three circles of his target. Dean then took the weapon from Sam and tugged it in between waistband and lower back of his jeans.

He turned around to face Sam and wrapped his arms around the middle of the human, smiling up at him. „You did good. - Real good.", he said praising. „Not bad for your first go."

Sam blushed and smiled shyly. „Yeah?", he asked embarrassed.

„Hell yeah.", Dean breathed, catching Sam's gaze.

Sam wouldn't look away. He tilted his head down slightly instead.

The wolfman titled his head back, closing the distance between them and took Sam's lips in his, ever so gently. Sam melted into the kiss, parting his lips a little bit.

„Your price ...", Dean whispered in between the kiss, „... is whatever you want … I'll do it. - The better you become … the more you get … whatever you want I'll do it for you, Sam. Whatever it is, I'll get it for you."

Sam's skin became more sensitive the more intense their kiss turned. Goosebumps rose all over his body despite the warmth of his clothing. His body trembled even when he wasn't cold. It was more about the warmth that covered his lips and crept through him, spreading into his limps and the tips of his fingers and toes.

„I want you ..." Sam wasn't even aware that he said that.

Dean's hands found their way under the parka and the thick fabric of his hoody, feeling the tender skin over his hips. Sam moaned into the kiss. Not in a dirty way, not sounding sexual at all. He sounded as he was comfortable and pleased and if he was making the small sound just for the other male.

Despite that, it made Dean's arousal squirm in his tight prison nonetheless. He tightened his hold on Sam and pressed himself firmer against his mate, feeling the warmth of his skin in the crispy air, feeling him like this …

It was more as the inner wolf inside him ever bargained for …

When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily, both smiled, both knew about the feelings of the other one.

They didn't need to say anything …

… to be continued