I am still interested in a Beta if anyone wants to. Someone to proofread, bounce ideas off of, get me to type instead of read, that sort of thing. Also, thanks for all the reviews and favorites I'm glad I could entertain you!
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The entire pack was congregated at the pavilion. Dinner was being cooked and the pups were playing in the middle surrounded by the tables. There was going to be a meeting that evening to make a final decision on how they were going to handle the Rogue Prince, as he had been dubbed. Dean and the King stood behind their chairs at the head table watching their pack mingle and flow. The Prince smiled affectionately down at the pups playing on the floor. And rolling around with them his mate, Sam.
There was a ruckus at the house and the Alpha's and council members all turned to look, ears perked. A messenger was running toward them, he stopped short and shifted to human form, breathing a little heavy. He placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Dean held his elbow to attempt to steady him as he straightened and took a deep breath.
"King, Sir, word from the Campbells compound!" He took a few more breaths. Dean looked to his father.
"Yes, let's get-"
"Jenna!" Dean saw Sam sit up at the mention of his mother's name. "Patrick and Matthew had her put to death. They are raising an army!" Dean wanted to kill the messenger. He didn't bother looking at his King his eyes were on Sam. His Omega, who was now raising to his feet, pups still jumping at him and trying to climb his tall form.
"Let's go, now! To the meeting hall." John all but shoved the messenger toward the building a ways down the path.
"No! Wait!" Sam made a dash toward them. Dean caught him before he could grab at the messenger. There was no concern for the boys safety, but if their King wanted the man in the meeting hall and Sam hindered that there would be trouble.
"Sam. Sammy! Look at me, Sam." Sam struggled in his Alpha's grasp, reaching for the boy being dragged off by John. "Omega!" The entire hall went silent. Sam stopped struggling and squeezed his eyes shut with a grimace. He pressed the heels of his hands against his temples and gasped out a breath followed by a low growl. He then lifted glassy eyes to look at his Alpha. "There you are." Dean said quietly. "Come with me."
The Prince lead his mate toward the meeting hall, ignoring the whispers behind them. Mary would sometimes join her mate in the hall on business that wasn't too sensitive (if she even wanted). But it was unorthodox, even for the laid back pack, for the Prince to bring his Omega in. Dean was sure his father wouldn't fight him this time, but he was prepared for it nonetheless.
John was in the hall with the messenger and Bobby. Dean entered, his arm around Sam's waist, flanked by Benny and Charlie. The others would surely show as soon as word got around about the news. Bobby growled slightly at the sight of the Omega in their meeting hall, one which Dean returned doubly. John laid a hand on his friend's chest and shook his head, nothing but calm in his eyes.
"Sam, I am so sorry you had to hear it this way. This is our scout from your home. He says that once Jenna helped you escape they captured her." John didn't seem to want to reveal too many details. He would have much prefered to have it come out in a different manor.
"They killed her?" Sam had tears streaming down his face now. The murderous looks the Prince was giving the messenger unnoticed. He had his arms around Sam holding him tight, holding him together or still he wasn't sure.
Lucifer, Abaddon, and Jody walked through the door. They looked a little surprised to see Sam there, but none said a word. John nodded to the table. "Everyone sit. We're going to war."
After the meeting the council members made their departure. Lucifer and Abaddon were headed west to meet with a few of their allies. Benny and Jody moved east. Dean was headed to the pavilion to speak with Jo and Ellen about their supply list, Sam hot on his heels.
"I'm coming with you," the taller boy started falling in step with Dean.
"No." Dean never missed a beat and dismissed the entire topic with his one word reply. The Omega wasn't having it. He grabbed his Alphas elbow and pulled him to a stop.
"Dean, I'm going with you. I have to be there. I'm going to rip that man's heart out with my bare hands." Dean looked at Sam's hand wrapped around his arm then to the various pairs of eyes watching them intently. They weren't close enough for anyone to hear their words, but everyone could see them.
"You need to let go, Sam." His tone becoming serious with help from his Alpha status. The Omega flinched and released the other's arm quickly. "You will not go. You must stay here." Sam shook his head.
"I have to, that bastard killed my mother!" Sam's voice was getting louder. "I can fight. Better than a lot of Alpha, you taught me."
"Sam-" the Omega ignored his Alphas warning tone and pressed on.
"I'm not useless, I can hold my own."
"Let's take this inside." Dean tried to grab his mates hand to find somewhere more private but Sam jerked his arm away and shoved Dean's shoulder.
"Why won't you listen to me?!" What Sam had said was true. Dean trained him to fight fairly well. The Omega seemed to have a knack for it. However, no amount of training can hone reflexes. You either have them or you don't, and while Sam's reflexes were pretty good Dean's were way better. Before Sam could register the movement Dean's hand was fisted in his hair forcing him to his knees. The Prince's eyes glowed with a rage Sam had never seen directed at him before and his Omega instincts kicked in.
"Do I need to bend you over right here and remind you who your Alpha is? I want to have this conversation, Omega, but I'd like to do it privately. Not in front of our entire pack." Dean's voice was low and controlled, but angry. Sam dared to dart his eyes around them seeing their pack members for the first time. There were more than a few now, no one coming close but everyone staring openly. Dean never took his eyes off of Sam.
Finally, the younger man's gaze fell back on Dean's face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Alpha." Dean released his hair quickly and turned away, wiping a hand over his face. He hadn't wanted to do that. He never wanted to hurt or even be rough with Sam. But there was an order, and it was important. Even while being lax with older laws and traditions there were still some that carried on. Respect for hierarchy was one. Dean had pushed the envelope having an Omega in the meeting hall. Sam just busted it wide open talking to his Alpha in such a tone.
The Prince turned back to his mate, who was still kneeling on the ground. His glowing eyes had softened and he nodded his head in the direction of the cabin. Sam rose to his feet but kept his eyes down as he followed Dean toward the trail through the woods.
The pair walked in silence. Sam silently kicking himself for losing his temper. Dean going back and forth in his mind about his reaction. About halfway to the cabin a flick of Dean's wrist motioned for Sam to walk next to him on the trail, though they still never looked at each other. Once finally there they sat on the steps in front of the door.
"How'd you like to live here?" Dean finally broke the silence, casting a sideways glance at his mate. Sam looked back at him, his eyebrows up and knitted together.
"I thought I did," Sam said picking at the dirt on the steps. His voice was small and submissive, a tone that made Dean's chest tighten slightly.
"Yeah, you live in the village with me. But I stay at the main house, haven't gotten my own yet. How about this one? The cabin. It could be our place." This time Dean turned his head to look at Sam, trying to coax his tail from between his legs, figuratively of course. Sam turned to look at the front of the little cabin and finally broke into a smile.
"I think it's perfect." They sat in silence for a while longer, until Sam couldn't take it. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I have no idea what came over me. I should never treat you that way." Dean nodded slightly.
"I accept. I didn't want to punish you, but I couldn't let that slide in front of the pack." Sam shook his head as if to say it were fine, he deserved it. "Sam, you can't come on the campaign with us." Sam's shoulders stiffened again.
"Please? I have to. He killed my mother. I need to do this for her. I won't be hurt I can assure you." He turned his body so he was wholly facing Dean now.
"This isn't about you getting hurt, Sammy. I'm sure you'll be just fine. But I won't be. You realize this is a war where we may lose friends? Family? People are going to die. I can't be on the battlefield wondering if you're okay. If that Patrick fucker found you. I will not let him within a hundred yards of you. But I can't keep an eye on you and fight at the same time. I can't lose focus."
Sam had never considered what it would do to Dean. Even if Dean had complete faith in him his Alpha's drive to protect his mate would pull his mind off of the task at hand. His attention would be split and such a distraction could get him killed. The Omega's head fell into his hands as he groaned.
"I'm sorry, I never thought about that." Dean smirked and nodded again.
"I know. That's why I wanted to talk about it. I just didn't want an audience." Sam nodded and leaned toward Dean to rest his head on his Alpha's shoulder. "Now how about dinner? It smelled done when we walked by." The pair made their way back to the pavilion where everyone was already seated. No one mentioned the happenstance in the field. Dean made the announcement about moving to the cabin. Everyone put the impending war to the backs of their minds and enjoyed the last dinner they'd share for a while.
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The pack was ready to go. They had friends in the area meet them at the village. They'd meet up with a few more packs on their way to the Campbells land. So far scouts were reporting a small army gathered there, but they may have more numbers on the way. The Winchester King needed as many as possible to gain the advantage.
Sam was scared. He was afraid for his Alpha. Afraid for his King and his friends. He was even a little afraid for his father, though he'd never admit that aloud. That man was deserving of everything coming his way.
"Please, be careful, Alpha." Sam had Dean's face in his hands and their foreheads pressed together. Dean had his arms around his mates waist. It was almost the same position for all mated pairs about to separate.
"You hold down the fort. Protect our pack." Dean had faith his Omega was strong enough to keep that promise. The younger man simply nodded against him. They kissed, committing every taste and feel to memory. "We should be home in a couple weeks." Another nod.
Then Dean pulled from his mates grasp as he turned to leave. As much as he wanted to look back he knew doing so would be a mistake. He wouldn't be able to not run back to Sam. The pack members loaded up into black vans and made their way down the drive. The remaining of the pack watching until they were out of sight.
"Alright, everyone. Dinner." Mary got her Kings people moving. Sam smiled at her and was given one in return. "I'll need your help these next couple weeks. Are you up for that, Sam?" The Omega took a shaky breath. Never in his life did he think he'd be important enough to help take care of his pack.
"Of course. We'll do this together." Her warm smile brightened and they followed their pack to the pavilion to begin dinner.
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A week into the campaign the Winchester pack and their allies were preparing to infiltrate the Campbell compound. Their forces were sizable and their wolves strong. Scouts reported heightened activity at the enemy compound. An equally impressive army was camped there, it looked as if they were expecting a fight.
"It's not surprising they're prepared for us. They'd have their own scouts and it's a little hard to hide 300 people camped a few miles from their compound," Benny said leaning over the map with pins and marketed numbers. The King nodded and looked toward Bobby.
"The fact that they haven't attacked first doesn't mean they'll be caught off guard. Could just be that our forces are bigger and they want the home field advantage." Bobby was also bent over the table, resting on both hands.
"Fine. We'll give it to them." Dean stood next to his father a few feet from the table, back straight, chest out, and arms crossed over his chest.
"Rally the troops. It's about time we meet the in-laws." No one so much as smirked. It wasn't meant as a joke. He was reminding his council this wasn't just a rogue, this was the family of a pack member. Once the battle was won there would be no celebration.
Lucifer left to rouse the troops from their tents. Benny went to get the ranked members of the other packs to fill them in first. Two hours later everyone was gathered. John stood in front of his army, his son at his side, and addressed the group.
"This is a war. The young Alpha, Patrick, lead a coup against his own father and conspired to do the same to me. I want to thank you for your loyalty, we stand stronger together. We are here to bring him to trial for his crimes. But please, don't hurt yourselves trying to bring anyone in alive." The group smirked and a few yips were voiced.
"This is the boldest display of treason we have seen in a long time. The offenders will not get off easily. Tomorrow at sunset we shift and move in. Watch out for each other. Take no chances. May the Gods be with you." Nods and murmurs spread and the crowd dispersed. The heaviness of the situation lost on no one.
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Sam was tending the garden with Meg and Garth. The sun was beating down on them, but with fewer numbers the work load got heavier. In the hottest part of the day they'd usually be doing inside chores or resting. Not this week. It had been 8 days since their Alpha's left on campaign and the mood was less than jovial.
Meg sat up from pulling carrots and sniffed the air. "Cas?" Sam and Garth bolted upright at the sound of her voice and looked toward the house. One of the vans the pack had left in pulled into view and Meg was up and racing toward the vehicle.
"Garth, keep at it." The Beta nodded and went back to pulling weeds, keeping an ear out for any word.
Meg reached the van and threw the black door open. She gasped at the sight of her mate laying in the back a few blankets over him. There was blood. He was slicked with sweat and panting hard. Sam was behind her then, looking at the stranger with Castiel.
"What happened?" He demanded lifting the blankets off of Cas' leg to see a bullet wound in his thigh just over his knee. Cas sucked in a breath through his teeth.
"Silver bullet. We get it out he'll be just fine." Cas nodded his agreement.
"Yeah, it's not bad. Looks worse," Castiel said through gritted teeth. They were using silver bullets. Talk about fighting dirty. Wolves tended to heal pretty quickly, even bullet wounds and deep stabs. But if there was silver it wouldn't heal. As long as the bullet had been solid and wasn't leaking silver powder or liquid into the were's blood stream he would begin to heal as soon as it was out.
Sam reached into the vehicle and scooped Cas up in his arms. "Meg, to the apothecary." She nodded at his command and started running to the building attached to the barn. Ellen was already standing in the doorway watching them. Jo and Becky had stopped their work with the goats to watch.
Castiel was laid on the bare table in the wooden shack-like building. He let his head fall back and lull against the table, glancing up at all the herbs hung to dry from the ceiling. The scents mixing together was almost comforting. A small smile tugged the corner of Castiel's mouth, the apothecary smelled like home.
"Alright, Cas. This is going to suck. Though I'm not sure if it'll just more than the original injury. Meg, grab his hand?" Castiel reached up and looked into his mates eyes. She was worried, but keeping a strong face for him. Sam stood next to her across the table from Ellen. "Sam, hold this leg here," she said putting one of Sam's hands on Castiel's upper thigh, "and here." The other was placed just below his knee. "You're going to have to hold him down, tight." Sam nodded.
"It's fine, I can hold sti- AHG!" Sam's huge hands felt Castiel's leg jerk, but he held fast. Ellen didn't try and suppress a smirk.
"I know, I know, you're a big strong wolf. Blah, blah, blah. But I told you this was going to hurt."
"That fucking hurts, Ellen!" This time Meg also chuffed a laugh, making her mate smile genuinely this time. Ellen worked quickly to dislodge the bullet from the meat of Castiel's thigh. As soon as it was out the were on the table visibly relaxed, all the tension leaving his body. His eyes slipped closed and his panting breath started to ease into normal.
Meg stood holding his hand and stroking his hair. Castiel wasn't asleep, just healing. Everything was a lot right now. He was wounded in battle, a battle that wasn't over when he left. The ride home he wasn't able to sleep because of the silver in his leg. He noticed Sam still had a firm grip on said leg, though he was no longer putting weight onto it. Cas slid his eyes open, Sam was staring right at him.
"Everyone's alright, Sam." The tension left the Omega's shoulders, but only slightly. "We were winning, are winning. Uh…" Suddenly Castiel wasn't sure how much he should say. Sam shifted from determined and intimidating to pleading and puppy eyes in a second. His big browns glossing over with his brows pulled together.
"Alright, enough harassing my patient. Now that the bullet is out he can sleep. And he'll heal faster if he gets rest." Ellen to the rescue, she all but shoved Sam out of the way, pushing him toward the door. Sam stopped just at the threshold, standing like a rock in front of Ellen, looking past her to his mate's friend.
"Cas, please!" Castiel sighed and turned his head to look at Sam.
"Your father shot me. He shot at a few more before John took him down. He's dead, Sam. I'm sorta sorry." Sam nodded and swallowed around the lump in his throat, his face unreadable.
"And… Dean?" Meg felt Castiel squeeze her hand slightly and her heart dropped.
"He, uh… I lost sight of Dean a few hours into the fray. He was with Benny and Charlie. They were sticking together. I'm sure he's fine Sam, I'd feel it if he weren't." Sam nodded again and offered a small smile of thanks then turned out the door and left.
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The sun was rising to the East, painting the sky a brilliant shade of red. Similar to the shade of the grass across the expanse of the field. There were bodies everywhere. Some were moving, some were moaning, and some were completely still. There was a group of were's huddled together on their knees, their eyes downcast.
Lucifer and Abaddon were circling the group, a few other were's from another pack helping to guard the prisoners. They would be taken to the main house of the Campbell compound and tried for their war crimes. Matthew's body lay in the middle of the field scratched to hell, just like everyone else. His neck lay at an unnatural angle from where the King had snapped it after the traitor shot Castiel. John had only been seconds too late and he was just thankful the shot wasn't fatal.
Dean turned to look toward his father. Standing there with Bobby and a couple leaders from other clans they were discussing the trials of traitors and disposal of the bodies. An itchy feeling under Dean's skin began to call to him. Everything had worked out in their favor. Their pack suffered injuries, but nothing serious. No casualties. Some allies were not so lucky, but the numbers were not as big as their enemy. Sam's father was dead. Never to harm his pack or Omega again. However, there was one thing amiss.
Among all the dead and damaged the Rogue Prince was absent. He hadn't been spotted in a while. No one had seen him run off. Something was wrong. Dean turned to face the forest to the west. The noise around him tuned out as he sniffed the air and studied the trees. He wasn't going to be able to let this go.
"Dean!" His father's voice broke him from his thoughts and he looked back over to see a crowd growing around the clan leaders. John waved for him to join. The Prince took one last look at the trees and turned his back, trotting to cover the distance faster. Most of his wounds were superficial and would heal in no time. Most would have instantly except for the magnitude of them. And he was still sore.
The King organized the post battle field and they got the trials underway. Everyone was eager to return home. Dean was slightly agitated with his father's seeming uninterest in the missing rogue, but he knew better than to call him out. The King would have a plan, and if he wanted everyone to know it he would tell them.
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The village was humming with activity. Wood was being collected, chopped and stacked by the fire pit. The goat girls were tending the animals, throughout this past week Sam had started using that name affectionately. They were preparing a couple goats for the feast, milking the rest for the meal. They had explicit instructions; this meal was not a celebration of a war won, it was meant to welcome their Alphas home.
Sam and Castiel were piping the fire, keeping the flames going, but low. They didn't need the heat yet they were just trying to get the coals started. Their pack was going to be whole today. It had been two days since a scout came and brought word the battle was over. The Winchester clan had received no casualties. Today marked 12 days since their pack had been split and the mates left behind were ecstatic.
The tables in the pavilion were already being lined with food. Cheese trays and cut up fruits and vegetables. Usually they only used what they grew in their garden and stored in their cellars, but today they had sent out for some out of season produce. Sam stood and surveyed the progress the pack was making. Tonight was going to be good. Then after the party he was going to welcome his Alpha home his way.
Suddenly there were yips and howls coming from the North. Everyone stood and looked toward the commotion. Only moments later Sam felt a tingling all over his skin and a flutter in his gut. Then he couldn't stop the grin that split his face. He looked toward Castiel. "Go, get out of here." Not that Sam was awaiting permission. The Omega was up and sprinting to the drive as fast as his legs could carry him. Castiel yipping behind.
Dean was jumping out of the passenger seat in the first van before it stopped. He walked off the end of the drive and into the grass to meet his mate. Sam wasn't slowing down.
The Prince had no time to prepare for the giant man-child that tackled him to the ground. Sam straddled his hips and held his shoulders down, rubbing his face all over his Alpha's neck, chest, cheeks, hair. Everywhere he could reach. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the pup-like antics of his Omega. Finally he managed to grab Sam's face and hold him still, bringing him to his lips. They kissed, laying on the ground in the grass in front of the entire pack, like they hadn't seen each other in months. Pretty soon they were being whistled at, and Dean shoved Sam's face back so he could look at him.
"Happy to see me?" the Prince asked with a cocky smirk. His eyes were greener than Sam remembered. His hair softer, his skin smoother. It was like seeing him for the first time. He was so happy his heart hurt. He could only nod at his Alpha's question, causing Dean to chuckle lightly. "Gonna let me up?" Sam nodded again, and turned a bit red when he noticed their pack mates staring openly.
Sam stood and offered Dean his hand, helping him up. There were a couple more whistles but everyone was more interested in greeting their own mates now. Dean waved them off with a "whatever" and walked with Sam back down to the fire pit. "Cas and I are in charge of the pits tonight. Can't leave him hanging."
"Which really sucks, cause I'd love to get you alone right about now." Dean all but growled in Sam's ear, making his Omega's knees weak. The Alpha had an arm around his mates waste as they walked across the field past the pavilion. Castiel stood to greet his Prince. Dean placed a hand over Castiel's heart and smiled at his friend. Cas returned the gesture, then they hugged, grinning.
"I'm glad you're better. You had us worried for a moment. No one was sure what was in those bullets." Dean didn't bother saying who shot his friend. Though, he didn't know Castiel had already told Sam. Cas ducked his head.
"Yeah, everything turned out okay, still a small scar, but that'll fade." Dean nodded turning toward the fire.
"I'd love to stay and help, but I have some things to help dad with for a little while. I'll come back as soon as I can." Dean was mostly speaking to Sam, who visibly sulked for a second before pulling himself together. Reminding himself that having a Prince for his true mate was going to mean things like this happened, and he'd have to deal and be an adult about it. He pouted inward.
Dean stepped up to his Omega and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling them flush. He ran a hand up Sam's back and twisted his fingers in the long hair, pulling his head back. The Alpha licked the flat of his tongue up Sam's throat and over his lips, forcing it between them. Sam moaned into his mouth and reached up to hold his face. They parted, panting, and rested their foreheads together.
"I'll see you later," Dean said against Sam's mouth, his mate nodded at him. They parted to see Castiel sitting with his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands.
"Oh, don't stop on my account." Dean huffed a laugh as Sam turned his face away. "It's like a live fucking porno."
"Shut the fuck up, dude. Mind your business." The banter was good natured.
"You're standing three feet away from me." Cas couldn't keep the grin from his face. He knew how hard it was to be separated from one's mate and he wasn't going to give them shit for being a little more touchy-feely than usual. On that note Dean turned and started back to the caravan. There would be supplies to unpack and refill, and new order to be appointed. As the next king he needed to be there.
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The Prince was on his back in the grass a ways from the fire but still among the pack. He watched the stars slowly crawl across the sky and smiled at his fortune. His pack was intact, his Omega safe. Everyone was happy to have their mates home. He still had the rogue Patrick to deal with, but he would turn up. No one is going to put forth such effort to take power and then vanish. He just hoped he'd catch up to him before the douche bag did anymore damage. Then there was a tingling in his gut. He turned his head to the right, toward the fire. The silhouette of his mate standing in front of it made him grin.
Dean rolled onto his stomach, still watching, as Sam turned and took off toward the trees. The Alpha growled and shifted, running after him. The pair were chased into the darkness by yips and howls from their pack. The wolf catching up to his prey quickly. As soon as Sam hits the tree line he shifts on a leap and lands on all fours, still running. Only this time he's a fraction faster than his Alpha, the longer legs and all. The two wolves nip at each other as they make their way to the cabin.
They slow their pace as the come up to the front of the building Sam turning to his mate and rubbing along his side and chest, licking at his jaw and mouth. The sandy wolf gives an affectionate low growl causing his Omega to roll onto his back, wagging his tail and offering his throat. Dean shifted and scratched Sam's belly for a moment before sitting back on his butt. Sam shifted then, too, staying on the ground and just watching his Prince. He doesn't even try to conceal the grin that splits his face.
"We should go after him." Dean just stares, but Sam sees in his face the Alpha knows exactly what he's talking about.
"C'mon. We talked about this Sam." Dean rose from the ground and started pacing slowly. Sam sat up and rested his elbows on his bent knees, patiently watching his mate.
"This time's a little different. There's no army. The war is over. It's a traitorous rogue who needs to be put down. We'd make a good team, you know this. Two against one, especially us, is pretty much a done deal." Sam watched the wheels turning in Dean's mind. The battle going on was fierce by the gleam in his eye, but Sam had a valid argument. Then his Alpha sighed and he almost couldn't contain his smirk.
"More training. And you do everything I say. No questions asked." Sam rose and sauntered to his mate.
"Don't I already obey?" Dean huffed out a grunt.
"Yeah, about as well as a cat." Sam growled low in his chest, causing Dean to chuckle at him.
"'m not a cat." It was almost a whine. Sam nuzzled his face into Dean's neck, dragging his nose up to the sensitive skin behind his ear. The Omega nibbled an earlobe feeling a flare of heat in his chest when his Alpha hummed his approval. "Wanna ride you, Alpha." The tiny hairs on the back of Dean's neck stood on end at the whispered confession. He growled again, hoisting Sam up so he could wrap his legs around Dean's waist. Then he lowered them to the ground, Sam sitting on Dean's crossed legs.
Their lips met and Dean shoved his tongue in his Omega's mouth, mapping out every inch. Memorizing all of his Omega's body with his hands. The Alpha smelled the slick and felt his own erection filling. Sam moaned into his mouth and moved one hand down between them to stroke Dean's cock, hard and ready for him. "Do something about it." The command was out on a growl and Sam only grinned.
He shoved his Alpha down by his shoulders, pinning him on his back on the ground. The position was a little uncomfortable for Dean, he'd never willingly let another pin him. Sam seemed to understand what a big deal this was and attacked his mate with kisses, nips and licks all over his neck and chest. When he had Dean moaning he shifted his hips further up Dean's body, raising himself and allowing the Prince to aim his cock to Sam's hole.
"Sit," Dean commanded, earning a chuckle from Sam. The Omega looked into his Alpha's eyes as he slowly lowered himself on that perfect cock. The younger man dropped his forehead to his mates and they both groaned as he seated himself completely. Sam started rocking back and forth slightly, knowing damn well he was teasing. "More," Dean said grabbing Sam's hips. Before he could lift the taller man Sam had Dean's wrists in his hands pinned above the Alpha's head. Another growl, this one with an actual hint of irritation.
"Let me take care of you, Alpha. You take such good care of me." Any anger that had begun to simmer melted away and Dean simply nodded up at Sam. With a triumphant grin Sam started rocking again, harder and longer, before he rose up and slammed back down on Dean's lap. The Alpha all but howled as he threw his head back and arched up into his Omega's slick, tight hole. The reaction was all the encouragement Sam needed. He rose up and slammed back down over and over, angling his hips to hit his own prostate and grinding down to get his mate as deep as possible.
They came together as one that night, howling at the moon and making silent promises of lifelong devotion. A hunt for the rogue on the horizon.
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I'm not sure how I feel about this. I go back and read over it and some parts feel rather rushed. Some parts went a completely different direction than I first imagined. But it's my first longish story. Usually I do 1-shots. So, I apologize if it isn't up to par, but I'm glad some of you like it. I may do a 1-shot for the hunting of the rogue, I left it open for that possibility alone. Also, sorry it took so long for me to finish, it was a bitch to try and get right. And like I said, I'm still not even completely satisfied with it.
Thanks for reading!