sexual content ahead (sort of … you know I go slow, so don't be too hard on me for this)

Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 20 ~ There's A Mate?

THEN:

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 …

NOW:

Sam and Dean were making spaghetti with tomato-meat-sauce. Besides the loads of meat that were contained in the sauce, there were also fine chopped root vegetables (what was so on Sam, because Dean would've gladly gone without).

Sam was stirring in the pot, staring at its contents, lost in thoughts.

Dean put the noodles into the boiling water and stilled when Sam was speaking up. „The basement's empty ...", he said silently.

A cold shiver ran down the wolfman's spine and he cleared his throat. „Yeah ..." He didn't disagree – he couldn't.

„The others aren't here except for Ellen ...", Sam continued silently.

„They're bringing him into the woods ...", Dean answered. … to die.

Sam bit his lower lip. Somehow he knew they wouldn't let the wolf go … they haven't let him. Because if they had, they hadn't brought him into the woods while they were doing their practicing in the backyard.

Sam didn't look up, just stared ahead.

„Look Sam ...", Dean started.

„I know.", Sam stopped him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. „I just wished … I don't know … that this could end somehow. - Before more people are dying ..."

Dean nodded to himself. He understood – he really did. But there was also the dread that was coming from the other wolf as long as he was alive.

They finished the meal without talking. Then they settled down in the living-room, each one with a mug of coffee, staring into the blazing fire. Ellen joined them short after she had set the table in the dining-room.

The three of them were silent, somehow the atmosphere was thick and strained, like they had all reasons to be sad and tortured with grief. Maybe it was because of Sam. Because they knew he didn't like the way this went down.

They knew now that the wolf hadn't been in contact with his pack ever since he had watched the Salvage. His pack didn't know that the murderers of their pack-members were at the there. Nor that the human was with them. They didn't know about their routines. He had also told them that the female wolf – Sharon – had been their alpha's mate. That he wouldn't let them off the hook until the killer of his precious wife was dead.

So somehow Dean felt guilty. He didn't want to do anything more than go to the farm – where they were staying for their time being – and hand himself over. - Just like that. To protect his own pack, to protect Sam.

But the others had talked him out of it. Told him that there would be no use. That he'd hurt Sam and that they didn't know what his death would cause to the human. Because nothing else had been able to change his mind about going on suicidal-mission.

It was clear as day, that Sam felt their bond. That there was much more about this as anyone of them could possibly tell. So if he wanted to protect Sam, he had to stay, wasn't allowed to let himself being killed.

It'd cause Sam's death maybe. Even if the human might not knew why he felt the way he did for Dean, it could destroy him. Just like the death of a werewolf's mate could do to his other half. And that wasn't what Dean wanted.

Soon there'd come others. They knew their alpha wouldn't give up until he found the murderer of his mate.

What caused Dean's thoughts to jump on a mary-go-round of emotions, memories and what-ifs.

Their pack needed damn long to get back from their little trip into the woods, that was what they all thought, but no one said it out loud. So they kept waiting, throwing one log after another into the fire to keep the first floor warm enough for Sam.

The roar of Bobby's truck announced the pack's coming home. Ellen was on her feet the very next moment the front-door opened and Dean and Sam looked up from the couch where they were sitting.

The men were hissing and rambling on their way into the hall. They seemed to be upset – most of all John seemed to be upset.

„How the hell, Thomas.", he yelled. „You were supposed to keep the bastard under control."

„Well, blame the one who was too stupid to check on the shackles!", Thomas yelled back.

„Hey!", Ash cried out. „The shackles were closed when I got him from the bed. - He wouldn't have been able to get them off by himself!"

Bobby let out an irritated rumble to silence the men.

And they did.

„This way or another. - He won't make it back to the farm alive. He's probably dead by now.", Bobby said calmly, rubbing a hand over his white-brown beard.

Thomas glanced into the living-room, catching a pissed expression of Dean and a kind of irritated one of Sam.

„They'll look for him anyway.", Caleb threw in.

„We're in some deep shit here.", John muttered, „it's just a matter of time until they find out what happened."

somewhere in the woods ….

…. the pack's captive crawled his way over the open field. Fingers buried in the deep snow, pulling an aching body behind. Just half a mile or less to go … so close and though so far away. He wouldn't make it. He knew he wouldn't make it, he'd be dead before he'd reach the farm.

That was when it dawned to him: he didn't need to get there … as long as his pack would come for him. Then he could tell them what they needed to know. The only thing Deryl needed to know: The killers name and that the human (who was actually the murderer's mate) stayed at Singer's Salvage.

Exhaustion took over the broken body and the wolf sank down into the snow. The male's eyes changed slightly, gleaming in a firy red, and then a pained whine ripped from the depths of his throat, signaling his location to every wolf in an one-mile-radius.

They had finished their lunch, when John joined Sam at the sink, who was busy with rinsing the dishes. John grabbed one of the rags and started to dry the glasses off.

„Thought you could use a little help here ...", he said calmly with a weary smile on his lips.

Sam gave him a grateful smile. „Thank you, sir.", he said silently, drawing his focus back on the plate in his hands.

John sat the glass aside and took the plate Sam had just rinsed. „You should stop with that ..."

Sam's expression darkened instantly.

„... with calling us sirs ...", John took another one of the plates and started to dry it off. „ … and calling Ellen a ma'am. - You're part of us, you know?" He gave Sam a hopeful look before he sat the plate aside and took another one. „We've names, Sam. - We're all the same here … No one's worth more or less because of his offspring."

„Thank you ...", Sam mumbled, sucking in his lower lip as always when he was unsure about something.

„I know it's a hard habit to overcome, when ..." John didn't continue, he just glanced at Sam with a pitying expression on his face. „Thing is … we're uncomfortable if you call us sir or ma'am. And you make yourself feel less worth than you actually should.", he went on, taking the next plate – this time out of Sam's hand, as he was about to put it beside the sink to the others. „I'm really glad that you're with us." S bright smile built up on John Winchester's face. „Despite of all that happens right now … I've never seen Dean as happy as he's with you, Sam. - I think the both of you are a great fit."

Sam frowned at that. „He didn't have as much of a choice, did he?", he asked serious. „I read about the whole mate-thing … and werewolves in general. - Dean's a good man. A good friend. And a way better mate as he thinks. He haven't beaten me. Haven't yelled at me. – except when I deserved it (referring to disobeying orders of course … that was probably Sam's main-problem ever since)."

John frowned and his face began to fall.

Sam sighed and gazed at John with a hopeful expression on his face. „And I like him very much. - I think it's even a little bit more than just liking him … it felt a little bit weird at first … but then …"

John's hard lined face softened again and he listened.

„I read about it, you know? Dean tried to explain it to me – somehow ..." Sam swallowed and paused for another moment. Then he looked up, catching John's gaze. „I'm afraid that I will do something wrong …"

John gave him a reassuring look. „I don't think that you can do something wrong, son." He then chuckled amused.

… trust me I can. I always did. „And what if I DO? Dean doesn't deserve this." Sam looked down on himself. „I'm a mess. - I'm human. He deserves more. Why can't anyone else be his mate? A girl or so … maybe there's a spell or something ..."

„Whait." John rose a hand to stop sam's bubbling. „Why do you think someone else should be his mate? - It's your soul that calls to him. And his soul that calls to you. And don't tell me that it's not that way. - Because whatever you say, I'm pretty sure you know exactly why you both belong to each other."

Sam's lips quivered.

„Sam. - You said that you feel it. That it feels weird. And that's okay. Because you're a human being. You don't know what it's like to trust someone out of the blue like mates usually do. - That's why you are afraid. That's what you're scared of." John paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. „It's amazing that you're even able to sense as much as you are doing already."

Sam continued with his work.

„And next time the guys leave you hangin' with a bunch full of greasy dishes, just holler. - I'll make them help you ..." John gave him a cocky grin.

The human chuckled and smiled back at John. „Thank you, John.", he whispered.

The rest of the day was somehow … tense … between all of them. Barely someone talked.

Bobby and Ellen had disappeared upstairs together, while the rest hung around somewhere else in the house.

Sam had his nose buried in another book about werewolves he had found earlier. Dean sat beside him, Sam's bare feet in his lap, the remote control in his hand.

And Thomas sat in the recliner staring at Sam who seemed completely unbothered by it. - Except the younger Winchester. He was glancing at the other wolf from time to time warily, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Then – finally – it was enough. Dean had enough.

„What is it?", Dean hissed completely nerve-wrecked and straightened up in his position, glaring dangerously at the other male.

Dean's outburst came so suddenly, that Sam jumped and had his legs pulled up in an instant, the book falling out of his hands and to the floor audibly.

Thomas looked up and cocked both eyebrows, wearing a questioning expression on his face.

„Excuse me?", Thomas muttered pensively.

„Why are you staring?" … at my mate. Dean's nostrils flared his emerald-green circles burning up with boiling anger.

„Was just thinking." Now he looked at the younger Winchester as if he had just woken up. He sighed then and dropped his gaze. „I was an ass.", he admitted silently. „Maybe there are a hand full of humans out there that aren't assholes." A faint smile ghosted over his lips as he stole a glance at Sam's back who didn't dare to move.

Dean eyed the other wolf closely, some of the tension falling away from his shoulders. Then he looked at Sam who wore a gently smile on his face. „He says I'm not an asshole." His smile morphed into a grin.

The younger Winchester looked confused at his mate and then at Thomas with a look that said did-i-miss-something?

Sam turned around to get a look at Thomas, whose expression had hardened in the meanwhile again. „I said: A hand full of humans aren't assholes. - I didn't say you're not an asshole."

But the human's face softened even more. Bright hazel-green eyes beamed at Thomas and then he mouthed a Thank You.

Just for a small moment there was a flash of warmth in Thomas' eyes before they turned cold again.

SPN ~

Dean brought some yoghurt for Sam later. He still needed to pack up weight, but somehow Sam's body refused to. The wolfman had thought about the chubby guy from those days in the past. When Sam had seemed to be happy – at least when he was with him.

He hadn't have a clue what had been going on in the Campbell's house and he blamed himself for that. Maybe things would be different now if he would've noticed.

Sam stared into his book but was barely reading. He was thinking. About the things John had said to him earlier. He turned and twisted the older male's words in his head until his mind was able to wrap itself around them.

Sam didn't want Dean to have anyone else beside him. He WANTED this. Not just because he felt like he had to make something up to the man or the others. Because it felt right. Because it had always felt right. Even back then when he didn't even know what was happening to him.

He had always known – somehow – that he belonged to Dean and vice versa.

He also knew what it was that was on Dean's mind lately. Why he was disappearing every morning into the bathroom to sneak back under the covers minutes later. Despite of all of what had happened to him … he was still a grown up with his mind in order. Even when it sometimes didn't look that way.

Sam knew he had his issues with the world out there. He KNEW that he wouldn't stand a single day among strangers.

But here? Here he could. Here he was home. Because Dean meant to be home ... and so much more. For the first time in a long time he felt loved. He felt respected and valued.

From all of Dean's pack – also Thomas. The man might not said it out loud, but he obviously started to at least accept him after he had proofed that he was worth of being kept among the pack.

Days later no other wolf was sensed on and around the Salvage again.

They had come to terms, that Bobby, Caleb and Ash would continue their work in the garage, while Dean would stay with Sam, Ellen and John until further.

The night had already taken its hold on the land.

Dean Winchester scooped Sam up on his arms on their way upstairs. Sam chuckled and tried to get his feet back on the ground.

The older male stopped with a soft smile on his lips. „Please.", He said, giving Sam a pleading look, „Let me ..."

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck as an answer. He actually felt pretty stupid since he was the taller one of the both of them. But then again … why not? It felt good and comfortable.

He leaned his head into Dean's shoulder and closed his eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips.

Actually he felt like a girl at times … but he was pretty sure that he was male. - Okay most of the time he was male. Sometimes – for example: When they kissed – he felt like a girl. Dean was definitely the dominating one so far …

The younger Winchester carried him down the corridor and into their room, shutting the door with a gentle tip of his foot. He then laid Sam down on the bed, sealing his lips over the human's, as he leaned over him. One of his lower arms snug between Sam's neck and the mattress, the other one resting on his mate's hip.

Their kiss deepened, as Sam tentatively asked for permission with his tongue, to enter. Dean moaned softly into the kiss, while Sam spread out beneath him, crossing his arms by the wrists above his head. - Giving Dean permission to touch him.

It had become a nonverbal thing between the both of them. Because Dean wouldn't touch him like he was going to do now – if Sam didn't show that he was completely into this at the moment.

Dean definitely took his mate's offer as an invitation to explore Sam's body with his hands all over again.

The older male pulled his arm free and he cupped Sam's head in his hand, holding him in place. He lowered himself onto the human, holding most of his weight off of him.

Sam shifted and wrapped his long arms around him, pulling him closer so that their bodies were flush against each other's.

They had made out the last couple of days a couple of times. But never further than kissing and a little bit touching (everywhere but not THERE). Dean didn't plan to go any further tonight, even when the little wolf in his boxers wanted it another way. Sure it got heated up, when Dean's hands suddenly were everywhere, but he always had stopped himself as soon as Sam seemed to get more and more unsure about what they were doing.

Dean had promised himself he wouldn't take advantage of Sam's submissiveness wich he still showed at times. Specially when it was like one of those situations. When Sam wasn't quite okay with the way their actions were going, he got very fast very silent and would become small below him. He became still then and his look wary and that were the moments when Dean realized that it was over for the both of them.

What also meant that it was over for the werewolf that started to rumble in his cage every time when they got closer to having sex.

Sam tilted his head back, baring his throat to the other male, who nipped and sucked his way down, luring a guttural moan from the man's throat beneath. Dean's hands brushed upwards on the bare skin of Sam's flanks, taking the offending fabric of a shirt and a tee with them.

The wolfman's touch sent pleasurable sparkles and tingles all over Sam's skin, making him arch into the touch with eagerness.
Sam made these small noises every time he did this … and to be honest? Dean loved to make the human make specially these. Silent gasps and low animal-like purrs … arrousing sounds he had never heard before – of anyone.

Sam arched his hips up against Dean's, licking over his lower lip. Dean gave a low growl, pushing down against him, straddling him as he started to grind his already hard erection against Sam's.

And Sam made these silent noises again as he did so. Noises he had never heard from HIS human before.

The way Sam's face changed when they were together like this, the way his rose lips parted and his cheeks flushed even deeper. When he closed his eyes and it was only about their feelings anymore …

Dean Winchester loved that. Scratch that. He didn't just love it, he was going crazy about it.

Sam's warm hands found their way under the other male's shirt. The need to feel Dean's skin against his was simply overwhelming. Sam'd do everything for him. EVERYTHING. And though … he still felt shy about showing himself to Dean. Sure he knew that the man had seen him like god had created him before … but this was different. It felt different.

He trusted Dean. He knew the Winchester wouldn't hurt him – not knowingly.

Sam wouldn't bother and free Dean from his clothes. He wouldn't bother to get on his knees for him. But that wasn't what Dean wanted – obviously. Because he could've had it anytime … and he just didn't want Sam to do just that. He had made that clear before.

The younger Winchester had refused to let it happen. He wanted Sam to enjoy it, to want it too. And not that he felt like he had to do what Dean longed for. Because that wasn't the point of it.

The human writhed underneath him, pressing firmer against Dean's arousal, the sweetest of sounds became louder until Dean covered his mouth with his mate's and drank them down.

And then Dean came … just from this. From the feeling of Sam against him, making all these sounds because of him. - Just for him.

Because Sam was obviously enjoying what Dean did, the way he moved, the way he kissed him slow and deep.

And Dean kept going – because for Sam it wasn't over yet. He wanted to let Sam feel what he felt, let him experience how it felt to come apart with someone he loved …

But as soon as Dean laid his hand on the zipper of Sam's jeans, Sam stilled and fell silent all of a sudden. He bit his lower lip, eying Dean with watery eyes.

The younger Winchester laid his forehead on Sam's chest and slowly pulled his hand away from him. He then gave Sam a feather light kiss, laying his hand on his mate's cheek.

„It's okay ...", he whispered silently, „I won't do anything you don't me to, Sweetheart."

Sam blinked his tears away, watching Dean as he settled beside him on the bed. The human then turned on his side to face the older male for a moment and then buried his face in Dean's chest. So hard, it looked like he HAD TO suffocate. But he actually managed somehow – to Dean's wonder – not to.

„I'm so sorry.", Sam muttered into Dean's shirt. „I don't know what's wrong with me ...", his words weren't more than a muffled half-sobs.

„Nothing's wrong with you, Sammy.", Dean whispered into his ear, brushing with his lips over the human's earlobe. „Nothing's wrong. - You aren't ready, that's all. - And that's okay … completely okay." He placed another tender kiss on the tip of the other man's scalp. „Don't you worry about it."

He cupped Sam's head in one of his hands and guided it sideways, so his face wasn't longer buried in his chest. Dean kissed his forehead and fondled his hair, caressing his scalp gently.

Sam's body started to tremble with silent weeping, when Dean pulled the comforter over the both of them.

Dean hushed him silently. „Don't push yourself. - It's gonna happen some day and I'll wait for you."

Sam listened to the soft thumps of the other male's heart, soothing him.

„You hear that?", Dean asked with a small smile, as he heard Sam's heart falling into the same rhythm as his own, „It's beating just for you, Sammy. - Just for you ..." He closed his eyes for a brief moment. „So I'll wait for you until you're ready. There are pretty many other things we can do in the meantime. - Things that don't include our downstairs brain."

That might have been a lie … But hey, Dean Winchester was just a man too …

Dean wrapped his arms around the taller man and held him tight, stroking his back gently with his free hand as he held him, until the two of them fell asleep.

…... to be continued

I'm already working on the plot for another fic, while I'm proofreading this one.

So stay tuned :P