It happened so fast. Dean lunged for the gun pushing it towards the ceiling. Dean ripped the gun from his arms and tossed it aside. He jumped on the vampire and started beating on him. Sam and the other vampires looked at the gun then each other. The three reached for the gun at the same time. Sam got to it first. He shot one vampire in the chest, sending it flying back against the wall and the other in its head. The gun was empty. He dropped it and picked up his machete. The one vamp that was shot in the chest was up and standing, but not for long. Sam took one swing and took off it's head. He took off the second vampires head easily, as it was still recovering from its head shot.
Sam looked at Dean. His fists were bloody, and bruised. He was still beating on the vampire.
"Okay, Dean, get off of him,". He didn't say anything- he growled. Sam stepped back. "Dean?" He looked down at the vampire he was wailing on. He was covering his face from Dean.
"Get this bitch off of me!" He cried as his teeth bashed in.
"Dean- get off so I can kill him," Sam said more sternly. Dean kept beating on the vampire. Sam had enough and pulled him off. Dean did not like that. Even with his short nails he managed to scratch Sams hands. He threw Dean to the side and quickly disposed of the last vampire. He took in a deep breath as he wiped blood off of his cheek. He looked at his brother. His eyes widened as he realized something was wrong. He was doubled over, holding his stomach. "Dean-" Sam rushed to his side. He put his hands on his shoulders but Dean swiped at him, looking up and growling. Sam looked into his eyes. His pupils were pinpricks. He was scowling ferociously. "Dean?" Sam stepped closer but Dean pulled back. He brandished his teeth. Sam looked at him with a curious confusion. "Dean? Are you- okay?" He reached out again, and again was swiped at.
Sam tested Deans boundary. He was able to get about 5 feet close to him without Dean doing anything. He crouched down, standing on the balls of his feet, becoming level with his brother. He leaned his head in, watching Deans movements. Dean narrowed his gaze at Sam. Sam carefully and slowly put his hand out, palm facing up.
"Dean- you- are you okay? What's wrong with you?" He spoke softly. Dean didn't respond. He looked at the hand. His nostril twitched as if he was sniffing the air. He leaned in and smelt Sams hand. He pulled away slowly, making eye contact with his brother. Something suddenly clicked for Sam.
"Are- you feral? Dean? Can you understand me?" He leaned in closer. Dean continued to stare at him. Sam stood up, causing Dean to reel back. He ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. "You went feral. You went feral," he repeated, "you've never gone feral before. We've been in way worse situations than this before and you've never gone feral," he kept repeating himself. He turned his attention back to his brother. He was still bent over holding himself. "Damn it Dean,".
He pulled out his phone and started typing. "Okay, feral alphas. Very dangerous, contact police, will attack anything or anyone on sight...?" He looked at Dean then to his phone and back to Dean. "You're not attacking me... maybe you recognize me," Sam went back to the five feet limit and squatted down again. "Dean- do you know it's me? Sam? You're little brother?" Dean continued to scowl. Sam frowned and looked back at the headless vampire corpse. He hesitated but typed in his phone again. "Feral omega. Will hunker down in one spot and will not attack unless provoked and will flee as soon as possible," he read aloud. After a pause he smiled and scoffed. "No," he shook his head, "he's not an omega," he started typing again. "Let's figure this out," he searched for calming a feral alpha. He found little information. His mind wouldn't let him stop, so he searched for calming a feral omega too. Scenting was the answer. He double checked if scenting would work for both secondary genders. Despite that it wouldn't work for alphas, he came to the conclusion that he needed to scent him to calm him down and hopefully get him out of this feral state.
He sat on that five foot line again. He removed his scent blocker and started releasing his scent. It wasn't going to be as good as rubbing his scent gland but maybe it would calm him down enough so he could get close. Sam realized that Dean didn't attack or swipe at his hand like before, so he rubbed his hand and wrist on his gland and offered it to his brother. Dean, again, sniffed it. This time he inched closer to Sam, and actually took his hand in his own. Dean examined his brothers hand. The bleeding cut must have caught his eye because he started sniffing at it. While Dean was engrossed by Sams wrist, the younger brother was able to scoot forward and get closer to him. Dean leaned down and licked the blood away. Sam nearly ripped his hand from his grip. "Dean- that's not okay,". Dean didn't even look at his brother and continued to lick at the wound. Sam wanted to pull away but decided to continue with his mission. He was able to move close enough to scent Dean properly. At first Dean didn't show any signs of noticing. Sam continued to rub his brothers neck with his own. Dean slowly leaned into Sams body as he tried to heal Sams wound. Sam held Dean there for about half an hour before pulling away. Deans pupils were normal again.
"Dean? Are you back?" Dean looked down at the clean wound and dropped his hand, returning his hands to his midsection. Sam frowned. He looked at his phone. It was just after 10. He sighed and turned to his brother.
"Come on," he stood up. Dean watched him. "Let's get back to the motel,". He walked to the door and stood there. Dean still sat on his knees, looking at him with a curious face. The feral was much calmer after realizing this alpha wasn't going to hurt him. Sam sighed. He walked over and pulled Dean up. He pulled him along and put him in the impala. He got their machetes and returned them to the trunk. He drove off to their temporary home.
Sam was able to get Dean into their motel room with no problem. He did have a little trouble wrapping up Deans cut. Dean didn't want the gauze and tape on it. In fact Dean didn't want anything on. He had taken his jacket and shirt off completely. Sam fought with his brother to keep his pants on. He was finally able to get Dean to leave the gauze wrappings alone. He sat at their tiny table and watched Dean slowly explore the room. Cautiously Dean made his way through every inch of the room. He checked the bathroom and behind the dressers and nightstands for danger. After a thorough search, the feral started grabbing the blankets from the beds and set them on Sams bed. He started going through their bags and pulled out their clothes and threw them on the bed too. He went to the bathroom and came back out with an arm full of towels. He, again, put them on Sams bed. He started moving the materials around and eventually got them in a tightly formed half circle. Sam stared at it.
"Dean... is that a nest?" He asked his brother. Deans recognized that the alpha he was with was calling him by that name, and looked at him. "No you, need alpha," Dean spoke. Sams heart raced.
"Dean- you can understand me?" Dean glared at him and looked away. Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. He pulled out his phone and started typing in images of nests. It was spot on. It was hastily made with little material, but it was a nest. Sam got up and walked over. Dean glared at him as Sam reached for the nest. Dean swiped at him and bared his teeth.
"No you!" He repeated. Sam stepped back. He rubbed his scent gland with his hand again and showed it to Dean. Dean glared at him, but took the hand and sniffed it. Sam searched up on his phone with his free hand. "Oh," he shrugged, " I need your permission to even touch the nest,". Sam didn't know that. His only omega girlfriend, Jessica, never made a nest for her heats, or for any other reason. He moved back to the table and Dean laid in his nest. He covered his head and shoulders with a blanket.
Dean laid on his back, rubbing his distended stomach and started purring to himself. Sam watched in disbelief. His older brother was purring.
Betas and omegas purring were very common. To calm each other and their pups. But alphas. They never purr. Even as children they don't purr back to their mothers. It had to be something big for an alpha to purr.
Something wasn't right. Sam pulled out his laptop and started his search. He first searched up why alphas purr. He didn't get much information on that. Alpha purrs were rare and not well documented. He stared in frustration at his screen. It occurred to him to look up omegas reasons to purr. He typed it in without thinking and clinked on the first link. Omegas purr for a number of reasons, because they're happy, to show others affection, but mainly to calm and comfort their young. Sam paused. He looked at Dean who was still rubbing his belly and purring.
"No," Sam said aloud, "he can't- he's-" Sam looked at his screen and back to Dean. He typed up omega purring to unborn pup. There was a video and he clicked on it. Sure enough it was an omega caressing her belly and purring exactly how Dean was. Sam was slightly frantic. "No- this- he's an alpha- he's not-" he struggled for words, "no, no, no, no,". He tried to search again but his laptop died. He rolled his eyes. Dean didn't plug it in before they left. He pulled out his phone and stared at his keyboard.
Was he really going to search it up? Was it even possible? He swallowed a lump in his throat and went for it. He still stuck to his guns and searched up if alphas could get pregnant. The only record was that female alphas could, but it was challenging. Next he searched for male alpha pregnancies. Again, nothing. He looked up how many male omegas there were in the were very rare and prized. Next was how many female alphas there were, because there was no way Dean could sleep with a guy.
Now- if Dean was a male omega- could he get pregnant? He searched it and yes, he could. He looked at his brother. His eyes were closed and he stopped purring. His hands weren't moving either. "Dean," he asked gently, "Dean,". Dean didn't move. Sam pursed his lips and continued his investigation. He looked up how to tell if an omega was pregnant. The signs were there. Morning sickness, not wearing his form fitting clothing, the sweet milk pregnancy scent, and the lack of drinking alcohol. Sam suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm. "Prenatal vitamins," he scolded himself. He sat at the table, his head in his hands. He was quiet and didn't move. All he heard was Deans breathing.
So... maybe- just maybe- Dean was not only an omega but he might also be pregnant. He lifted his head from his hands and looked at Deans belly. His hands were placed on top of himself, holding and protecting the bump. Sam watched his brother sleep.
To be honest; He was hurt. He thought that Dean told him everything. He thought that Dean trusted him. But he was keeping two giant secrets from him. And how could he not even notice? Omegas go into heat every month. Omegas gave off a sweeter scent. But that wasn't Dean. Dean didn't need a week off every month. Maybe once or twice a year he would hide in his room for a week or skip town for that long, but Sam just thought it was just Dean being Dean. And his scent- family members weren't the best judges of other family members scents but he didn't smell sweet at all. He smelt like used running shoes and... oranges. Oh shit. He did have a sweet smell to him. Sam buried his face in his hands again. He ignored the signs. He was so sure that Dean was an alpha that he ignored the facts in front of him. He was completely blind to his brothers secondary gender and it's quirks.
Sam was so confused and lost. He wished that Dean was back to himself again so they could talk... would talking be a good idea? His brother might be a closeted omega. He might not even admit to being an omega or being pregnant. Sam shook his head. He wouldn't say anything. He would wait for Dean to tell him when he was ready.
After a few moments of nothing, Sam started his hunt for information again. He wanted to take care of Dean while he was still in this state. He searched up how to take care of a feral omega. After a few hours of research he determined that he would have to take control as a primitive alpha for a while. He would have to take care of the omega. Like bringing him food and water. Scenting him, and tending to his needs.
Sam left the motel for a little while and brought back a couple of bags of food. Sam was able to get some frozen dinners and bottles of water. Thank goodness their motel room had a mini fridge and microwave. Sam settled down in Deans bed and fell asleep.
Sam woke up to the noises of rumaging. He looked around and found Dean crouched over digging through his back. Sam got up. He watched Dean as he walked to the kitchen area. He popped in a meal in the radiation box and pulled a water bottle out of the fridge. He took off the lid- unsure if the feral would know how to.
"Dean,". The feral looked up at him. His eyes trailed down to what the alpha was offering. Dean took it, sniffed it, then drank out of it hastily. Sam scolded Dean for drinking it so fast, telling him he was going to hurt his stomach. As he spoke something popped into his mind. Deans prenatal pills. He drug through his brothers bag and pulled them out. He gave him Wednesdays pills.
"Take these with water," he instructed, not actually knowing if he should chew or swallow them. Dean looked at the pills and sniffed them. He recoiled from the herbal stench they gave off. He flipped his hand over and let them fall to the ground.
"No," he spoke and went back to drinking and searching the bag.
"So ferals can talk?" Sam thought, "are you pregnant?" He asked. Dean looked at him curiously. "Are you carrying a pup?"
"Feed pup. Feed omega,". Sam sighed and picked them up. He would have to try again later. The food finished and Sam spoon fed it to his brother after he refused to eat it himself.
The next few days went on about the same. Feeding and watering the feral, trying to get him to take his pills, and every now and then scenting him while he was out of his nest. On Friday night Dean had finally cracked. He scooted over in his nest and nodded at Sam. Sam wasn't sure at first what he meant.
"Alpha- nest! Now!" Sam finally got it. Dean was inviting him into his nest. Sam thought it was a little gross and weird for two adult brothers to share a nest, hell they didn't even share a nest as kids. But when he refused Dean got up and pulled him to the bed and pushed him in. Reluctantly Sam stayed and scented his brother, as Dean purred and caressed his belly. Sam laid against the headboard while Dean snuggled up against him. Sam wasn't thrilled to... cuddle his brother. But the feral wouldn't move away from him.
Sam didn't want to ask but he had to know for sure.
"Dean,Are you pregnant?" Their feral just looked at him, not understanding. "Are you- pup? Do you have pup?" Sam pointed to Deans belly. Dean snarled.
"No alphas pup. Stay away!". Sam nodded.
"Okay- okay. Not my pup," Sam sighed and watched Dean rub his belly protectively. "You're a good omega. Protecting your pup- even from your brother," Sam spoke aloud, not really speaking to Dean.
"Good omega? I good. Protect pup," he nodded. He then snarled at Sam again, "bad alpha. Not omegas alpha,".
"Thank god for that,".
After a while of scenting, Dean was the first to fall asleep, but Sam was quick to follow.