Two weeks of sitting on his ass and doing nothing was killing Dean. All he did was lay about the bunker watching tv and eating. He couldn't even drink beer to pass the time. Sam was usually with him, his nose deep in a book or his phone. He was doing research for other hunters and sending them his findings. Jack was off bringing home the bacon. Dean was nearly going crazy in the bunkers walls. He was not meant for home living. His only saving grace was Sam taking short walks with him outside. They wouldn't venture far, but at least it was something. He was enjoying the change in weather, and the autumn leaves. He never took time to really enjoy them. Sam was pleased to see Dean relax for once. Even if it was for a short period.
He wasn't happy but at least he wasn't the only one forced to stay inside and slowly die of boredom. Well... he thought that was true.
"What do you mean 'you're going on a hunt'?!" Dean watched his brother pack a bag with two days worth of food and one change of clothes.
"It's right here in Kansas, and the research is already done. The other hunters couldn't make it because every time they did something would come up. It's just a small haunting. They even know where the corpse is buried. All I need to do is salt and torch it," Sam finished packing, "I'll be gone for a few hours, a day at the most,". Dean followed him as he started walking towards the entrance of the bunker.
"Let me come with you," He practically begged, "I'll stay in the car, hand to god I won't even bring my gun," he put his hand up.
"I said no Dean. Even this low level haunting is too much for a pregnant person," Sam turned to him with a smile, "you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Because I just found something out- Male omegas have a higher rate of miscarriages. One in three Dean," he put up his finger. "One in three,". Dean flung his head back.
"I'll be sitting in the car, rocking out to Lord Tracy," Dean smiled. Sam scowled.
"I'm not risking it," Sam started up the stairs.
"Come on! Jack has a double today and won't be home until midnight! I'll be cooped up here alone all day!" He continued to follow him.
"No Dean. I want my niece or nephew to come out in one piece," he opened the door and tried to shut it but Dean snuck under his arm and out side. Sam glared at him as he walked to the impala.
"Dean," he growled, "I said no,". Dean smirked and got into the drivers side of baby. Sam rolled his eyes. He went up to the door and knocked on the window. Dean rolled it down and put his hand out.
"Keys please," he sang.
"Dean. I don't want to do this," Dean didn't move, "get out now or else,".
"Else what, Sammy?" He smiled.
"I'll order you," he glared. Dean lost his smile.
"You don't have the balls," Dean squinted his eyes. Sam put up his hand. He put down one finger. Then another. Then another.
"Don't let me hit zero, Dean,".
"You said you would never order me," Dean smiled again. "You won't do it,"
"This is different. It's dangerous,". Dean didn't move. Sam huffed and continued the count down.
His fingers were all gone.
"Dean," he cleared his throat, "get out of the impala, get into the bunker, and stay inside until I get back," his voice was clear. He put his full power into the demand. Dean tried to deny it. His muscles spazzed out, his heart raced. He started to sweat. He felt his body being pulled in bunkers direction. It hurt omegas and betas to refuse an order. After a few seconds Dean opened the door and got out.
"Bitch," he uttered before going back into the bunker. He slammed the door behind him. The feeling of being pulled stopped. He growled as he started walking down the stairs. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dean turned around.
"You better be coming back to remove this order," He started back up the stairs. He flung the door open. His eyes flew open in shock. He stepped back.
"Hello squirrel," Crowley greeted.