Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 22 ~ Playing Games

THEN:

He switched it on and started to dry the human's hair, running his fingers through the silken softness over and over again. Combing it in the end as it was all dry and soft. Dean laid the dryer aside and placed a gentle kiss on Sam's scalp.

There it was. Dean Winchester's heaven right before him. All squeaky clean and breathing with the most hauntingly scent in the entire world.

If he didn't want to mess that up he had to stay back a little, until his need would subside. He had to keep control over this, otherwise he'd hurt Sam. In more ways than just one …

NOW:

Dean and Sam were in the backyard, working on his mate's targeting practice.

Ellen was in the house and prepared dinner for the three of them.

Thomas was at the bar, doing his shift.

Caleb was patrolling on the outer surroundings of the yard.

The rest of the pack was in the garage, trying to get done with their overdue repairs.

Deryl was brooding over the loss of his scout. Was grieving over the loss of his mate. Was forming a plan in his mind, how to punish his wife's killer. He knew he had to be cool about it. He couldn't run half-cocked and hot-blooded into another pack's nest – not like this, not in the mood he was in now.

Now that he knew that the mate-murderer's name was Dean Winchester and that the human they had been hunting for was his mate … so many possibilities.

He'd make the pack regret, he'd make Dean Winchester regret. He'd suffer like he was suffering …

Dean stood about a yard behind Sam, watching him closely, as he aimed and pulled the trigger. Sam had gotten faster, had a better aim and a way better stand now.

The human fired the last round of his clip and hit the target right into its bull's-eye. Sam put the safety back on and turned around to face his mate with a bright smile. „See?"

Dean smiled back at him.: „Told you, you'll get better at it."

„What's my price?", Sam asked out loud and bit his lower lip seductively, tilting his head to the side.

Dean strode towards him through the ankle-deep snow and laid his hands on Sam's hips, pulling him close.

„Come'ere.", Dean said with low voice, about to get lost in Sam's sparkling eyes. So many shades of green and brown got revealed in the bright winter sun. It was unbelievable.
Their lips met somewhere between here and there. When their tongues met, the world around them blurred into shades and faded slowly.

Dean growled – actually growled – into the kiss. He walked Sam back slowly, backing him up against the wall of Bobby's house.

Sam muttered something into the kiss.

Dean backed off for a moment with a low rumble. „Don't tempt me ...", he whispered breathlessly.

Sam obviously wasn't aware what he did to Dean with a challenge like that one. Sam honestly didn't. The wolf deep inside him was rebelling, daring to break out of his prison as the human's words seeped slowly through his ears and into his mind.

Sam chuckled and gave him an unexpected shove, gaining the much-needed advantage, well knowing that the beast inside the other male wouldn't stand a chance to let it be that way.

Dean stumbled backwards but caught himself before he could lose his balance. And that was the moment he switched into predator-mode.

Meanwhile Sam had taken off across the yard.

The Winchester snarled in a challenged manner and ran after him, though in his human form he was just as fast as a human could possibly be. Including a rabid animal inside him, that spurted him on.

Sam hauled himself up on the wooden fence and was out of sight as soon as he disappeared on the other side, where stacks of car wrecks would hide his tall form.

It was a game – for Sam at least. Whispering in his mate's ear something about naked and shower and that Dean would get to undress him and have the shower together with Sam if he'd find him first was enough incitement to join in. Besides it wouldn't be fun to have it any other way … would it?

Not that Sam wanted to win … he sure as hell didn't. But then again … Dean hadn't made any attempt to take a shower with him ever since this one time. So Sam thought he'd need proof that Dean still wanted him … That he needed the closeness as much as he did.

Sure Dean hadn't said anything, that he didn't want to … but he was somehow different lately. He was withdrawn since back then. He was exquisite careful not to touch Sam too much, nor to make him all gooey like before.

It didn't feel like Dean didn't want him anymore … and though, somehow it looked that way. That was what made Sam feel insecure and as if he had done something wrong. Though he couldn't remember what it could've been else, no matter how hard he thought about it …

So yeah, that'd work. Since he wouldn't stand any chance to hide from the wolf … he just had to let it look like if he tried to.

All Sam was able to hear was the roaring of his blood in his ears, his pants and the way too loud way the snow beneath his feet sounded when he sank in to his ankles. He made way too much noise – Dean'd smell where he was …

A mischievous grin formed on Sam's lips.

Yeah, Dean Winchester knew where his mate strolled around. Not just the unbelievable loud sounds that came from the human's body just two stacks ahead … also his scent was leading him streight to Sam. Though … actually he didn't really want to win, but he knew that Sam knew that he would anyway. Sam'd know that Dean lost the game because he wanted to lose it. So Sam would get even more suspicious about his behaviour if he didn't find him.

Yeah, the wolfman knew about Sam's insecureness. He could sense it. This kind of emotion always had a touch of fear and despair mixed into it. Maybe he'd find a way to win and didn't have to take a shower with Sam somehow. Maybe if he'd fake to fall asleep on the couch or something when they'd get back.

Then again … Sam knew that werewolves didn't need as much sleep as he did. Dean just laid with him as much as he actually did, because of Sam … because he liked it to be close to him, watching over him.

Maybe if he'd hold the beast in him under lockdown (wich was way more difficult as it seemed to be), it'd work … even if he was on the verge of getting stir crazy already.

Sam moved again … Dean could sense it. He knew the human was about hundred yards away from him, right behind the stack of cars he would pass in a few seconds.

Dean rounded the wrecks slowly and frowned. Something wasn't right … it smelled like Sam and though …

He lurked around the other corner, his back pressed against one of the wrecks.

There was no Sam – but his jacket was there, hanging on one of the side-mirrors of an old baby-blue Buick in the second row from the ground upwards. A devilish grin tugged on the corners of Dean's lips and something dangerously calculating flared up in his eyes.

No, Sam didn't make it that easy for him. - So if he wanted to play, he would get to play.

The Winchester climbed on top of the stack of wrecks. Suddenly he recognized that Sam's scent seemed to be everywhere. More weird was, that it wasn't just Sam he smelled.

„Urine?", Dean muttered to himself in disbelieve. „Honestly?"

The scent flooded over the Salvage, mixing with the smell of metal and all the other scents. It'd be impossible to know where Sam had been gone when EVERYTHING smelled like a mixture of HIM and this. The wolf in him took over, as if he had turned a switch.

Dean didn't even take time to get rid of his clothes before he started to turn. The feeling of not knowing where Sam was, the feel of the hint of panic not to be able to locate his mate took over his mind rapidly. Fear, that god knew what would be able to take him, tear him away from him made the wolfman stir crazy.

And before he knew what hit him, there was just one thought left. Find Sam. That and the feeling that he needed to hurry, to find him before anything else could.

With smooth moves and speed his instincts led him criss cross through the chunk yard. Then finally he slowed down, his mood settled the closer he came to him. He couldn't tell where exactly Sam was, but he could smell wich of the marks seemed to be the freshest ones.

Internally he wondered how a human bladder was able to hold that much fluid …

Out of the corner of his eyes he caught movement. Something fast had crossed the alley on his left. He slowly narrowed to the edge, knowing that whatever was there, had caught himself in one of the many dead-locks of the stacked wrecks.

The realization hit Sam pretty fast. He was caught in a dead-end, surrounded by wrecks and Dean sure as hell had sensed him by now somehow. - Had probably seen him out of his peripheral vision as he had crossed the alley.

His look darted frantically upwards. The stacks were too high to be climbed by him at this end and he silently cursed himself for his stupidity. Sam didn't know how, but he knew that something wasn't right. He could feel it. Could somehow SENSE the wolf's distress.

Sam wasn't sure anymore if it had been a good idea to try to make Dean do whatever he wanted him to do. Hell, Sam wasn't even sure anymore what exactly he wanted to claim with the little hide and seek.

His gaze caught the wolf's shape, that appeared slowly a couple of yards before him – at the only exit. Sam's heart pounded against his ribcage, as he backed away until he felt the cold metal against his back and neck. He rose his hands up in surrender, as Dean narrowed slowly.

One paw after another leaving deep prints in the snow.

„You got me." Sam swallowed around the lump in his throat. „I'm givin' in."

The wolf's green eyes fixed Sam's like a carnivore his prey on foray, as he narrowed further. There was no sign of understanding on his face or in the wolf's eyes. No sign that he understood was Sam was telling him.

Only a yard in front of Sam, the wolf stopped in his tracks. His eyes cleared slowly and became the bright emerald-green color they used to have. Moments after that, the turning began and he morphed. Slowly the wolf began to take on his human form with all the sounds of breaking bones and shifting joints, the pained whine, as his yaw deformed and drew back.

When Dean was finally Dean again, he wore a cocky grin on his lips and mischief in his eyes. „Gotcha.", he cocked an eyebrow on the human.

Dean Winchester didn't show the fear or panic he had felt until moments before. The need. He didn't show the relieve that flooded through him as he had found Sam breathing and alive and with not a single scratch on him. Dean didn't let on the self-control it took to push the beast back into its cage.

It had been a game … this time.

„You owe me a shower, sweetheart.", Dean crossed the remaining yard between them both, his bare feet digging into the snow.

There was not a single sign on him that he was freezing, nor even feeling the cold just a bit. Sam on the other side was already shivering without his parker.

The Winchester leaned against Sam, straddling him against the wall of old metal, his hands to the left and right of the human's head. They were close. So close. Their lips nearly touching.

„For a moment … I thought ...", Sam's voice was raw and hoarse.

„I'd hunt you?", Dean asked amused.

„Yeah.", the human breathed.

„Good." Dean chuckled and pulled away. „Besides: Who showed you the trick with the pee?"

Sam smiled shyly and blushed. „Ash told me … how to distract wolves in case I'd need it again."

Dean placed a feather light kiss on Sam's rose lips. „Just don't use it on me again, okay?" There was an undertone in Dean's voice that made it sound like an order as a question.

Sam nodded … a little bit embarrassed that he even thought about that Dean could possibly hurt him.

Sam didn't know how close he had gotten to the truth.

After lunch with Ellen, the both men hung around in the living room. Both of them full with hotdogs, french fries and salad (actually Sam while Dean had eaten most of the sausages anyway).

When Sam had slipped into a peaceful nap, the younger Winchester extracted his thighs from underneath Sam's head and went to Ellen into the kitchen to help her with the dishes.

She smiled at the offered helping hand and tossed Dean a rug.

They were half-way through with the dishes, when Ellen cleared her throat gingerly. She let the plate slide back into the sink and stole a glance at the male beside her.

„What was that in the yard this morning?", she asked calmly.

Dean looked up for a moment. „It was close ...", he answered silently, his voice filled with shame.

Silence.

„For a moment I thought I've to get out there ...", she said then.

„For a moment I thought you'd have to ...", Dean gave back and put the plate aside.

Ellen looked up at Dean and blinked at him, the sunny sparkles in her eyes wiped away. „You've to tell him. He'll understand."

Dean sighed. „I don't wanna push him. - He'll do it because he thinks he has to …"

„It's not pushing. - It's telling him the truth." Ellen rubbed over her face with the back of her hand. „Besides … I don't think that you'd have to push a lot – IF you wanna call it pushing. I think he's just afraid and unsecure about it."

„I can control it.", Dean gave back, wanting to end the conversation.

„I didn't say you can't.", she gave back, „It was too close. That's all I'm sayin'."

Another sigh fell from the younger Winchester's lips. „I know."

They worked in absolute silence then until everything was cleaned up and stored again.

Dean felt bad and guilty. Ellen was right. It had been close. Too close. He knew the more he locked the wolf's need away to be close (like CLOSE) to his mate, the worse it'd get. The more the wolf inside him would rebel.

Though … if Sam needed time, he'd get time. He could wait. The wolf could wait. He'd take care of it.

Sam slept on the couch for hours, while Dean busied himself upstairs, gathering their laundry and getting it into the washroom. He tried to think of a dozen things to do – things that hadn't to do with Sam.

And it didn't work. Not a little bit.

Everywhere he looked was SAM. His clothes, books ... his scent. He couldn't escape – there was no way to escape … except … leaving.

Dean was about to stuff their clothes into the washing machine, when he heard bare feet shuffling over cool tiles and the unmistakable presence of his mate coming closer.

„Hey, Sammy.", he muttered without looking at the doorway where the footfalls had stopped.

„Hey.", Sam said hoarsely and rubbed with his hands over his eyes. „Can I help you?"

Dean cleared his throat. „I'm done already.", he answered and pushed the power-button.

Sam nodded to himself.

„Maybe Ellen needs your help with something ...", Dean said without turning around. „I've to check the Impala over."

Sam nodded again. This felt so OFF. „Sure", he answered silently, not knowing what else to say. He had told himself that he'd ask Dean what was going on … but then again …

Sam stayed there for a while, until he was sure that Dean was sure that this was what he really wanted. Then he turned around and walked back into the kitchen, while Ellen held a nap in the black leather-recliner in the living-room.

Minutes later, he saw Dean from the corner of his eye walking by, leaving the house through the front-door.

With a thoughtful sigh, Sam leaned against the counter, his gaze wandering over the closets and cupboards of the kitchen.

Actually it was nothing to do … not at all. So Sam sneaked into the living-room, past Ellen and back out with one of Bobby's old books. He didn't think that he was going to read a lot … it was more about thinking.

Alone.

Without someone crossing his way. Without Dean coming in between him and his thoughts. So he went upstairs and sat on their bed for a while. Soon he thought that it wasn't quite the place he wanted to be. He knew the rooms upstairs. There was no place he could go. No place to truly hide. - All the bedrooms there were occupied.

That was when he thought about the Attic. The perfect place where he'd be all on his own. - Because sometimes … just sometimes he missed it to be alone. Like really alone.

So he got a flashlight from the kitchen-drawer and went back up, where he pulled down the chicken ladder and climbed up on it.

It smelled old and dusty and moldy.

Sam made his way away from the opening and found a place behind boxes and other things where he settled down on an old carpet. With the flashlight in one hand and the book in his lap he skipped through the pages. He read and thought … and thought and read. - Mostly thought … about Dean, about being a mate, about the foreign wolf from the other night, the other pack … everything in general.

He felt ashamed that he – somehow – wasn't able to give Dean what he wanted – what he needed. The last step in their boundary. He didn't know what to do … how to act around him recently.

One moment Dean was himself and seemed to be the happiest person in the world. And in the next one he avoided Sam's touch and his presence in general.

So it had to be about him. - Or the mate-thing. Maybe Dean wasn't sure anymore if he wanted to deal with a human as mate.

Finally he came to a conclusion in his mind. He had read so much about werewolves and mates and all that things and had missed something essential.

That they usually would've performed their first-time. They would've felt BOTH the same way about it, so actually, they would've had sex already. - like the day before yesterday.

But in this constellation … Dean was probably the only one of the two of them who felt the urging need, the primeval desire to bond with him in that way.

So yeah … it was Sam's fault. It was because of Sam. Dean just wanted to protect him, wanted to give him time, wanted him to feel ready.

The coldness made its way through Sam's clothes and crawled up his limbs slowly. Sure, it would've been easy to go downstairs again to warm up. But Sam didn't want to. Not right now. He still needed time to think – alone. Where no one else was and no one was watching him.

Sam leaned back with a heavy sigh, letting his head roll back and stared at the wooden ceiling above him. The human gazed to his left side, where a think dusty linen hung over a floor-lamp and pulled it down to cover his legs with it.

He then turned the flashlight off – staring into the darkness until his eyelids got too heavy and fell closed before he was aware that he had been about to fall asleep.

Dean had worked on the Impala for way too long. He decided to call it a night when the early evening-sun was ready to set behind the wrecked cars on the horizon of the yard.

The wolf inside him had settled down, while his mind was running a marathon. He knew he couldn't push Sam away like this for any longer.

Ellen was right.

He had to tell him. Tell him that he wanted to give Sam time, but that the need inside him wouldn't let him. That he would spend this night – and all the following ones – apart from Sam. That he couldn't be around him like this.

That seemed to be the only way to deal with this situation properly, before something real bad would happen. Dean didn't trust himself, didn't trust his instincts and the desire that was flaring up in his stomach every time he sensed HIM, smelled HIM, saw HIM.

All over this … after some more thinking … he knew it wouldn't work. Neither of them would be able to stay away from the other one for more than a couple of hours, when they knew that the other one was around somewhere. It was like two poles attracting each other.

There was no way to keep them separated anymore …

Dean finally decided that it was time to get back into the house – of course after some more thinking. He had thrown his thoughts about leaving Sam with the pack over board.

This was his crap to deal with, his shit he had to keep together. It wasn't Sam's fault. Hell, Sam didn't even know what was going on with him. What was going on with the both of them. What it truly meant, what it meant to be a wolf's mate.

So yeah, he'd go in there, kiss Sam until they would be starving for oxygen and would suck it up. He was a damn Winchester, wasn't he?

Ellen was busy in the kitchen with dinner, when he entered the house. He glanced into the room, smelling the dominant scent of meat and the faint one of Sam. He hadn't been downstairs for quite some time.

„Hey, Ellen.", Dean said, gaining the female's attention.

She turned around bewildered and frowned. „Where's Sam?", she asked confused, thinking that the human had been with him.

Dean frowned. „He stayed inside. Thought he's helping you ..."

The female shook her head with a worried expression in her eyes. „Haven't seen him since he woke up and went into the washing-room … for you."

Dean closed his eyes for a brief moment, blowing out a deep breath. „Well, he can't be far.", he muttered to himself with a sniff. „High likely he's upstairs, burying his nose in a pile of books.", Ellen chuckled and turned the steak upside-down.

The younger Winchester nodded and went upstairs, his gaze darting towards the chicken ladder at the end of the corridor.

Sam's scent was definitely stronger over there. So he went up the ladder, following the trail towards a stack of wooden boxes and two old floor lamps.

Behind them, he found what he was looking for. His mate …

Sam was fast asleep, his head rolled back. A book in his lap and a flashlight in his left hand, snoring comfortably.

Dean smiled and chuckled at the sight before him. Simply adorable. He watched the young human for some time before he squat down and leaned over him. He couldn't resist the opportunity to wake him up like he was going to in a matter of moments.

Dean moved closer, feeling Sam's warm exhales against his yaw. The wolfman brushed tentatively over the human's soft cushions with his soft ones, before he finally sealed them over Sam's in a sweet kiss. Dean leaned in closer, as the human stirred, licking in between his lips.

Sam moaned into the kiss, the flashlight gliding from his hand, as he reached up to cup the wolfman's face in his hands, holding him close.

„Missed you.", Dean whispered in between gentle kisses.

Sam smiled into it, sliding with his tongue in between the other man's teeth. Dean got on his knees before him and pulled Sam up, so that he was kneeling too. He then wrapped his arms around the human and drew him closer, holding him tight like he had been apart from him for way too long. Eating his mouth out, like he had been starving for him.

Sam's hands found their way beneath the other male's shirt, his cool hands seeking the warmth of his body. Muscles flexed under his touch, goosebumps rose on Dean's skin, where Sam's gentle fingers ghosted over him.

„Sammy.", he breathed, tangling his fingers in his mate's long hair, pulling his head back gently.

The human's fingers dug into Dean's skin, as he traced with his lips over Sam's yaw and throat, nipping and sucking on the tender skin there.

Sam gasped, pressing himself against the wolf, tilting his head back even further to give him more access.

Dean tugged the hem of Sam's shirt up on his flank, drawing the human's hips against his, feeling his hardening length upon his own. He made a guttural noise deep down in his throat.

And holy shit – Sam felt like pure sex in his hands, he tasted so sweet and smelled as the one and only medicine he'd ever need to feel happy.

He traced his lips along the human's collar-bone, licking his way along it as far as the fabric would allow.

And Sam trembled, actually trembled. Closing his eyes, letting himself being pulled into the feeling of being wanted, being loved.

Dean would've gone further … if his mind wouldn't have gained its control back over his body. He would've taken Sam right there, if it hadn't been for the faint scent of fear that started to pour from the human's form. He literally tasted it on his skin, smelled as it intensified.

„What are you afraid of?", Dean muttered, placing another gentle kiss over Sam's lips.

Sam's head sunk against his shoulder, slightly panting. „That I can't give you what you need. - That I get hurt. I'm afraid of not being enough, not being what you want.", he whispered, taking his chance to pour out his heart, „... I'm afraid of lettin' go, of loosing it. I'm afraid that you'll be disappointed when we'd do it. That I'm doing it wrong." He paused. „There are so many things I'm afraid of … to many to tell ..."

Silence followed, the air palpable with unasked questions and untold answers.

„I promise you … there's nothing to be afraid of.", Dean brushed strands of chestnut-brown hair out of Sam's face (not that anyone would've been able to see it in the darkness). „Let me be your guide, let me lead you. - I won't disappoint you. You won't disappoint me. - You CAN'T disappoint me." Dean laid his hand on Sam's yaw, sealing his lips again over the other male's tender cushions. „You can't fail. - Trust me, Sam. It'll be amazing. I'll show you how good it is. How it feels like to be loved like this." Another kiss. „I won't hurt you. Would never hurt you."

Sam kissed him back, feeling the heat radiating from the wolfman's body. „You're gonna show me?", he asked hesitantly, biting his lower lip – so close to Dean's, „Tonight?"

Dean suppressed an aroused snarl. „If you want me to ..."

Once more, the human brushed with his lips over Dean's, seeking the warmth of his mouth, the tender flesh of his tongue, saying Yes.

…... to be continued

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