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      Published: 2015-08-15 Updated: 2017-12-15 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5475
****** Love, Loss and Life ******
by TinyDragon95
Summary
     Sam and dean are set to become a mating pair, but when an alpha
     called Lucifer come sniffing near Sam’s heat. Will he take Sam for
     his own or will Dean be able to protect him? Or will Dean’s want of
     freedom ruin Sam’s life forever?
Notes
     hi guys, my first Supernatural fanfiction is here. i dont really know
     where this will go but i have so many ideas waiting and need to get
     them out before they get lost in the gigantic junk box that is my
     head.
     hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think. Good
     or bad, i want to know. I'm a bit of reveiw junkie and need them as
     fuel. Please feed the dragon
     TinyDragonRoar =^.^=
***** The Beginning *****
Running, Running.
The smell of dirt and wood under his paws.
Blood around his jaws, dripping off his chin.
It was like being free. Dean loved it in his wolf form. Freedom of running,
chasing prey and feeling the dirt under his paws.
The freedom that will be lost when he gets married. He will have to mate and
have pups and become alpha.
Not that its all bad. He would mate for the pack and be with his brother
forever. His beautiful baby brother. He cares for him. He really does, but Dean
loved his freedom. He doesn't want to lose it, but Dean will to protect his
family. But he’s got to enjoy his freedom while he can.
Crouching low on the ground Dean shuffles forward stalking towards the doe
eatting calmly in the field ahead. She doesn’t see him until its too late.
Jumping high, Dean lands on her back, instantly sinking his teeth into her
neck. Coppery tang of blood suddenly floods his mouth, causing him to ravage
her neck, bursting arteries.
She drops to the ground, her legs buckling underneath her as she collapses. She
dying and he can feel as her heart slows under his tongue. Dean lifts his head
from her neck and licks the drying blood from his muzzle. Looking into her
eyes, seeing the light leave her eyes, Dean knows she won’t feel pain as he
digs into his meal. Little Sammy wouldn’t be able to handle the look in her
eyes, but that was nature. Survival of the fittest.
After Dean has had his fill, He looks up glancing around at his surroundings.
He needs to head back, the pack meeting will be happening soon and Dean can’t
miss it.
Standing up, grasping the deer between his jaws, Dean takes off toward camp,
ready himself for the boring day ahead of him.
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“And you need to think before you act, Sam. Always running off, disappearing.
Why can’t you be more like your brother, Sam”
This is what the usual lecture from John Winchester sounded like. Always
telling him what to do and what not to do. Where to go and how to be a better
omega. It was starting to get old and he was never gonna listen anyway, so why
John bothered, he would never know.
Sam knew his father meant well and only wanted him to be the best he could be.
He just didn’t need to be told about it all the time.
“Yes, Dad,” Sam said, sounding bored.
“And don’t take that tone with me young man,” John said, sternly. His son was
so difficult, but one look from him with those big puppy dog eyes and he was a
goner.
“Stop bothering him, John. He's growing up to be a perfect young man. He and
Dean are going to be great together.” Came a female voice from behind John.
Mary was so proud of her sons and couldn’t wait for them to become the new top
alpha and omega of their pack. Her babies were growing up and she knew that
when they finished, they would be the strongest pair in the pack. Not just
physically. Standing next to John, she leant up and pecked him on the cheek.
Then turning to her son, she gave him a look.
“Off you go cub, meeting will be starting soon,” She said, winking at him.
Spinning around, Sam took off towards the woods, to meet his big brother. He
couldn’t wait to see the look on Dean’s face when he jumped him.
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TO BE CONTINUED
***** A Dangerous Meeting *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam meets a scary wolf in the woods and Dean's feelings shift
Chapter Notes
     Hello everyone, my faithful little monkeys!
     I'm finally getting this chapter out after the attack of elf’s my
     house has suffered. My poor sock draw!!
     Well thanks to everyone for your wonderful comments and I hope you
     continue to enjoy my posts. Please leave me your kudos and beautiful
     comments.
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The day Sam was born, John was so proud of his sweet omega. It was a difficult
delivery. His darling Mary was in labour for almost 36 hours and when Sam was
finally born, he was silent. No breath entered or left his body and there was a
tense moment in the delivery room as doctors rushed to save the tiny bundle.
Tears rushed to Mary’s eyes, as she watched her baby die before her very eyes.
John couldn’t believe the nightmare he was in, as he comforted his distressed
wife. They had patiently waited for this baby, another child to call their own
and were heart-broken.
The doctors called the time of death and Mary continued to sob as John
whispered endearments, telling her everything would be okay but deep down not
really knowing what was going to happen.
As they turned away from the baby’s silence, a cry pierced the deathly quiet of
the room. Twisting around, Mary watched as her doctors rushed to check the
baby, which now had the biggest set of lung they had ever heard. John leant
forward to try and see his precious baby. The doctors finished checking and
rechecking the health of the small bundle and a woman in a bloody apron walked
towards the couple and placed a wiggling bundle in Mary’s arms.
Looking down, Mary watched as beautiful technicolour hazel eyes blinked open to
stare at her, out from a pink scrunched up face. The loud cries heard before
had quietened down to small sniffles. Mary’s heart swelled at the small whines
she could hear from between sweet pink lips. She couldn’t believe her son was
in her arms, alive, safe and making the cutest sounds.
John watched Mary smile down at the little angel she held in her arms and knew
that there was someone missing to make this family complete. Releasing his
omega from his arms, John made his way out of the delivery room, leaving the
mother to feed her hungry little boy. John left the room and rounded the corner
to see a small child sitting in the waiting area, his little legs swinging back
and forth as a gruff bearded man spoke to him.
“Hey Champ,” John said softly.
The little boy’s head snapped up, bright green eyes focusing on him, and
widening as they took in the bloody gown John still wore. Jumping up, the boy
ran towards John.
“Daddy,” he called, climbing into John’s arms. “Are you okay? What’s with all
the blood? What has happened to the baby? Are Mummy and the baby okay? Can I
see-” the little boy babbles, until he was cut off by John.
“Dean calm down, your mother is absolutely fine, and we had a few worrying
moments with the baby but he’s fine now. We can go and see them now if you
want,” John said, trying to calm his son down.
“I can!” Dean shouted excitedly. Dean scrambled out of his dad’s arms and
jumped happily next to him. Grabbing John’s hand, Dean started to tug him down
the hall.
“Hurry up, Dad. I wanna see them,” Dean said, continuing to tug of John’s
sleeve.
“Dean, slow down, their not going anywhere,” John said, hefting his oldest son
into his arms. John walked back down the corridor and entered the delivery room
again.
Mary glanced up from her beautiful baby boy to see the rest of her lovely
family. Her young alpha son and her fantastic husband, standing in the doorway.
Beckoning them closer, Mary tucked her little angel into the blanket.
“Come on, Dean. Say hello to your little brother,” Mary said.
Dean leant forward in John’s arms to see the small face poking out from baby
blue blankets. Dean instantly felt a tingle in his chest and as it travelled
down to his stomach, he notice the bundle squirm uncomfortably.
“Mummy, he’s beautiful but what’s that tingly feeling?” Dean questioned, still
staring at the scrunched up face in his mother’s arms. John and Mary glanced at
each other, knowing what the feeling meant.
“Dean, it means that you and your brother are connected. You’re a bonded pair
and will always be happy together,” John said, looking down at his sons and
loving that they would always stick together.
Dean nodded, still looking confused but understanding on some level the love he
would always have for the small baby in his mother’s arms.
A cough sounded from behind the loving family, as one of the doctors walked
toward them with a happy smile on her face.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt but I just want to know if you would like the
results of the ABO tests for your son,” She asked in a kind tone.
Already knowing the results, John nodded toward the doctor.
“Okay, well congratulations on your new born omega son,” She said smiling.
“Have you thought of any names?” She asked, needing it for the birth
certificate.
Instantly Dean knew. “Sammy,” he said, smiling down his baby brother. He
reached forward and stroked his fingers through the fine chestnut hairs on the
baby’s tiny head.
“Well Samuel, it is then,” John said lovingly.
Mary nodded, agreeing with the perfect name.
“Hello, Sammy. My little miracle.”
 
~~~~~~~~~~
 
Crouching low, Sam prepared to pounce. Diving out from behind a large shrub,
Sam landed on top a dandelion, tripping over his own gangly paws. Righting
himself Sam stood up and started to follow his big brother’s scent, hoping to
catch him before he got home to scare him.
Looking up at the sky, Sam watched as a bird hopped from one branch to another
then took flight. Sam wondered what it would be like to be a bird. To be able
to fly away, be free. But he could never leave Dean and would never want to.
He’d heard about Weres that could change into many different animals. He
thought it would be amazing to be any animal, to experience being these
different animals, it seemed almost impossible.
Still strolling through the darkening woods, Sam got a feeling someone was
watching him. Stopping, Sam glanced around trying to figure out where that
feeling was coming from. Not seeing anything, Sam started walking again but his
hackles continued to rise.
A snap of a branch had Sam jumping in his skin, his ears perking up. Speeding
up Sam’s eyes moving back and forth nervously. He wanted to know what was
there, what was following him because now he was certain something was. A bush
rustled to Sam’s left and he started to back away, frightened, eyes fixed.
A pair of icy blue eyes stared back at him.
Slowly from behind the bush, a gigantic wolf with golden brown fur, scars
running across his face and along obviously strong shoulders emerged. He
stalked forward advancing slowly towards Sam.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” the larger wolf spoke suddenly,
circling round Sam.
Sam stood stock still, feeling nervous around this unknown wolf. He was bigger
and saying these strange things to him. Coming back round to face Sam, the wolf
started to scent Sam’s face, making him squirm uncomfortably.
“And I bet you’d look even better under me,” the wolf said, leaning into Sam’s
personal space, hot breath ruffling his fur. Backing away, Sam felt even more
uncomfortable. This wolf was coming on to him, making sexual comments and he
hated it.
“Who are you? Leave me alone!” Sam shouted, continuing to back away.
“Don’t you talk to me like that, you little Bitch,” the older wolf growled,
baring his teeth at Sam.
“HEY!” a familiar voice called from behind Sam.
Out from the undergrowth prowled Dean in his large wolf form. Dean though
smaller than the other wolf, he was muscular and not afraid to fight to protect
his little mate.
“What do you think you’re doing picking on my pack mate,” Dean said, growling
at the big wolf he had heard threatening his little brother.
“Alright mister knight in shining armour, nothing was happening. Just having a
chat with your pretty little friend,” the other wolf said calmly, glancing over
Dean’s shoulder to leer at Sam, cowering behind him.
“I don’t care what was happening. You were rude towards my mate and you better
leave him alone, or else I’ll reach down your throat and rip your intestine
out,” Dean snarled.
“Name’s Lucifer by the way,” he answered, sitting down, relaxed as though Dean
hadn’t threatened him. “You’re mate, is he? Doesn’t smell like he’s yours,” the
wolf smirked.
“He. Is. Mine!” Dean said possessively. He had never felt that kind of
protective possessiveness towards anyone, not even his little mate to be.
“We’ll see,” Lucifer smirked, standing up. “We’ll see,” he repeated. Winking at
Sam, still hiding behind Dean’s back, he turned around and sauntered away.
“Dickhead,” Dean whispered, feeling anger rise inside him. Looking back behind
himself, Dean’s eyes softened staring back at his fearful baby. Nuzzling into
his little brothers head, Dean spoke softly into his ear.
“Come on baby boy, we have a boring meeting to get to,” Spinning around, Dean
went into the undergrowth to grab his kill. Trotting back out, Dean could see
Sam glancing around nervously.
“Come on, squirt,” Dean said, “You’re dragging my amazing self down bitch,”
Dean said joking, trying to cheer his little Sammy up.
“Jerk” was the quiet reply he got back, as he turned away and started back
towards camp.
Following Dean, Sam looked back over his shoulder and felt eyes continue to
watch him. He hated it and hoped he’d never have to see those eyes again.
 
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
***** The Pack Meeting *****
Chapter Summary
     Meeting of the pack and a twist in Sam and Dean’s relationship
Chapter Notes
     Hi all, here's another chapter for you guys. i'm gonna be working on
     dominance is a ripper's only control this week so hopefully
     afterwards, I will post the next chapter of this fic.
     I hope you enjoy this chapter and please feed the dragon with your
     delicious reviews. It's fantastic fuel ;)
     TinyDragonRoar! =^.^=
Dean was pissed.
As he walked back to camp with Sam, Dean couldn’t help but think back on wheat
he had walked in on. He watched as Sam bundled around as he walked. Sam was so
carefree and innocent. How dare that wolf talk to his Sammy like that. How dare
he try and corrupt his mate’s innocence. Sam was a beautiful wolf and didn’t
deserve to be spoken to like that but that’s now=t the only thing that pissed
him off. He’s Mine was on a constant loop in Dean’s head.
Shocked by this thought Dean looked towards Sam again. Why was he having these
thoughts? Yes, Sam was to be his omega, but he had never had these thoughts
about his brother before. What was different? Dean was once again knocked out
of his thoughts by Sam barrelling into him.
“Daydreaming again, are we Dean?” Sam said, giggling. “Looks like the big bad
alpha is going soft,” Sam joked continuing to tease, not noticing the way
Dean’s eyes darkened.
“Really pipsqueak,” Dean asked, “That’s the best you got?” Crouching low,
Dean’s eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened knowing just what Dean was going to do.
Sam knew the look in Dean’s eye. He knew this wouldn’t end well for him. He
started to back away hoping to avoid being crushed by his big brother.
“What you doing Sammy? Scared?” Dean asked continuing to prowl forward, eyes
dark.
“Dean, don’t you-“ Sam continuing to back away, ears back. Sam was cut off as
Dean suddenly sprang forward, knocking Sam to the ground and pinning him there.
Squirming under Dean, Sam tried to escape his brother’s paws. Dean always did
this. He always had to take it too far.
“So, Sammy, who’s going soft now?” Dean asked, bending his head to nip at Sam’s
throat. “You got anymore jokes, omega,” Dean questioned, continuing to nip at
Sam’s throat, getting more rough by the second.
“Dean, that hurts,” Sam complained, squirming harder to get away. “Stop
please.” This wasn’t normal. Dean never acted like this before.
Dean couldn’t stop. Sam smelled so good. His fur was soft and he squirmed so
beautifully under him. This was his omega. His omega, that would keep him
trapped forever. Suddenly Dean wrenched himself away, panting. Silence reined
for the next few minutes, as Sam and Dean tried to understand what has just
happened. Dean then straightened and dared to look over at Sam. Dean didn’t
like what he saw. Sam had remained frozen, neck bared, eyes squeezed shut. He
could see fear written all over his baby brother face and just couldn’t handle
it.
“Sam, I’m soo sorry, baby boy,” Dean said, creeping forward, tail and body to
the ground. “I don’t know what came over me.” Slowly relaxing, Sam opened his
eyes to stare at Dean
“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Dean whispered, as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Suddenly, Sam leapt up and nuzzled Dean, shifting into humans form to wrap his
arms around Deans still furry neck. As he felt wetness seep into his fur, Dean
followed suit and changed, blanketing his brother with his arms, hoping to
comfort him.
“Shhhh, Sam. I’m sorry. I lost control of myself and I won’t happen again, I
promise,” Dean whispered, rocking Sam as he cried.
“I don’t understand, why would you do that?” Sam cried. “Please don’t act like
that again, please,” Sam whispered.
“I won’t. I Promise,” Dean replied. Slowly Sam calmed, slumping against Dean,
feeling safe again.
 
~~~~~<>~~~~~
 
Mary and John sat in front of the slowly gathering crowd of the pack council
for the monthly meeting. Mary kept glancing around at the slowly filling tent,
hoping her boys would come running through the door. They were normally this
late, granted they were still young but they knew to be on time for this
meeting. It was very important especially this one. Her boys needed to know
these things for when they took over as head alpha and omega. And they knew it
too.
Mary glanced towards John and saw the glint in his eye that said he was annoyed
at the boys for being late too. John was the less understanding one between the
two of them. 
Looking back towards the doors, Mary saw the two shapes of her two boys, Sam
tumbling through the tents doors with Dean sauntering behind him, looking
cocky, as usual. Both boys walked to their usual seat in front of the crowd,
next to Mary and John’s chairs.
“Boys,” John said sternly, glaring down at his children. “You’re late. Where
have you been?”
Sam ‘s grin dropped from his face and his eyes flickered to the floor. Mary
frowned. This wasn’t Sam’s normal behaviour when being told off. He usually
just looked towards Dean to help him. It was in his nature, with Dean being his
alpha and all. But he didn’t even look at Dean. Something had happened and Mary
was going to find out after this meeting.
“Nothing happened,” Dean replied, in his usual confident tone.
“Don’t use that gone with me. You know you must be on time for these meeting.
It’s Important for your roles as future pack alpha and omega. And furthermore-”
“John, leave boys alone. There here now and won’t be late, again will you?”
Mary interrupted, looking towards her sons giving them what they had nicknamed
the ‘I’m helping you out now but you better do as I say right this second or I
will make your life a living hell’ look. With that Sam and Dean both nodded
their heads quickly in agreement and rushed to their seat next to Mary.
The crowd quietened as John stood, signalling the beginning of the meeting.
“Welcome everyone to our monthly meeting.  Let’s begin with the reports from
the four corners of the territory,” John said, signalling the beginning of the
meeting. Sitting back down, John raised his hand for the east to begin the
meeting.
Deans mind began to drift as one of the younger member of the pack began with
the usually boring report. His eyes glanced towards his brother, again
wondering about what happened in the woods, but thinking about that wolf.
He couldn’t believe that he looked at Sam in that way. No one had ever done
that. Sure, Sam was attractive in his own geeky kind of way, but not in the jaw
dropping kind of way.
Looking back at Sam, Dean tried to see what could bring on sudden lust in the
aggressive way he did for that wolf. Frowning, Dean noticed that his brother
was looking so red. Then again it was excessively warm in the meeting tent as
per usually, filled with all these stuffy old people.
“The west has been experiencing some strange animal carcasses in the high-top
woods along with foreign wolf noises,” Dean attention was brought back to
meeting when he heard the voice of his uncle Bobby Singer. “We think that this
may be either a lone wolf or a pack trying to take that corner of the woods,”
Bobby continued.
“Do you have any ideas about how to clarify this? Is this a danger to the pack?
Can it be contained?” John questioned, leaning forward I concern.
“Well, we haven’t see anything dangerous yet. The carcasses have remained on
the outside of the territory but have been moving further inwards every day,”
Bobby answered.”
Dean suddenly thought about the wolf that threaten Sam. He was dangerous and
wanted the pack to know so Sam could be protected.
Standing up, Dean started to inform the pack, “During my trip into the woods
earlier today, I encountered a foreign wolf quite close to the centre of the
pack. This could have been the wolf causing problems,” he stated to the entire
pack, a grim feeling settling over the tent.
Suddenly, one of the elders stood up at the back of the tent, voicing his
opinion to the group.
“I don’t think this is a problem, we have often had foreign wolves travel
through our territory on their way between packs. I don’t think we should rush
into anything without at least finding more about this wolf. We don’t need
another incident like with Campbell pack,” the elder said, Dean realising that
it was Jim Murphy.
“This wolf was dangerous. He didn’t seem like he was just passing through but
was planning on staying here for the sometime. We can’t just dismiss this,”
Bobby replied, standing up for Dean.
This started up a whole argument about the safety of the pack and what needed
to be done about this wolf. Noise filled the tent, with multiple people arguing
about this dilemma and what they thought should be done about it.
Dean was shocked by the development. He wanted the pack to stop this wolf and
protect the omegas of the pack, but he didn’t expect this kind of anger and
worry from the pack members.
Then John gave Dean a look that said ‘We’ll settle this later’ and stood up
again the attention of the arguing tent. “I think for now we will move on from
this matter, and finish this discussion privately with my son and the elders,”
John said, bringing all the noise in the tent to halt.
Returning to his seat, Murphy frowned at Dean, worried about the outcome of
this problem. The rest of the meeting continued quite smoothly, everything
seeming to be in perfect order. As the final report was finished, John stood to
close the meeting.
“That’s the end of this month’s meeting. Thank you all for attending and I will
see you all next time,” John said, addressing the entire tent. When he
finished, everyone began to exit the tent.
Climbing off his chair, Sam felt dizzy suddenly and stumbled as he stood.
Mary rushed to rushed to help her son, seeing the sweat that had gathered on
his forehead. “Are you okay, sweetie,” Mary questioned, touching her son’s arms
until he looked at her.
“Yeah mm, I’m fine,” Sam replied. “I think it’s just a little too hot in that
stuffy tent.”
“Okay, then sweetie, let’s get you outside then. Some fresh air my help,” Mary
said, leading him towards the exit.
Leaving the tent, Sam continued to sweat, fanning his face feeling his body get
even hotter. It was strange because he stepped into the cold night air he
didn’t feel any cooler. Sam began to sway, feeling a wave of dizziness wash
over him again. Mary stepped closer to her son to check him better.
“Are you sure you okay honey,” Mary questioned again. “you sure do look
flushed,” Pressing her hand against her son’s forehead, brows furrowed, Mary
used over her youngest son, worry filling her.
“I don’t know,” Sam said, eyes glazed, cheeks red. “I feel weird.”
Peering over his mother’s shoulder, Dean was also worrying about his brother.
He hasn’t looked feel since the beginning of the meeting. Suddenly a smell hit
Dean, so divine, so delicious, his mouth started to water and his head span.
Leaning forward, Dean closed his eyes and inhaled.
Mary glanced between his boys, a realisation dawning on her face. Stepping in
front of Sam, Mary bent down and looked into Sam eyes, inhaling her youngest
son’s scent.
“Sam, I think you’re going into heat”
 
 
To Be Continued!
***** The Runaway *****
Chapter Summary
     The heat begins and Sam disappears
Chapter Notes
     Long time no see all. I really hope you enjoy this chaper.
     P.S. I hate writers block. It's a bitch :(
Silence reigned over the trio as Sam stared at his mother’s eyes, not believing
what his mother had just said.
“But-, but- it’s too early,” Said stuttered, panicking, eyes getting wider as
he stared at his mother. “Way too early.”
“Baby, I know but it’s happening,” Mary replied calmly, placing her hand on her
youngest son’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. She could see Sam beginning
to panic. Pulling Sam close, Mary began to stroke his hair, hoping to help him
relax.
Dean just continued to stare as his brother and mum hugged. He didn’t know what
this meant for him. Was he supposed to mate his brother now? Did this mean the
end of his freedom? Shaking his head, Dean tried to force himself not too think
about that as it was not about him. His brother was going through a huge
milestone in his life and he was moping about not being able to hunt when he
wanted. Scoffing, Dean focused back on his brother.
Sam had pulled away from their mum and was staring at Dean.
As they stared at each other, Dean could smell his brother. His mind clouded
with the sweet tantalizing scent of him. Dean started to drift towards his
brother, hypnotized by that beautiful smell. He just couldn’t help it. His mate
was amazing, smart and smelt like a fresh, summer breeze, like a rich chocolate
cake, like the perfect omega. The sharp voice of his him mother stopped him in
his tracks.
“Dean!” Mary snapped, noticing Dean’s blown pupils and his gradual move towards
Sam. She moved in front of Sam, hoping to block his scent with his own. Jolting
out of his trance, Dean stared at his mother, shocked by the change.
“What happened? Why is this happening now?” He asked, not wanting to be there
withhis heat-riddled brother.
“Honey, you need to calm down. Your mate is in heat and its affecting you,”
Mary soothed, looking at her oldest son. Looking around his mother to see his
brother, his mate. Dean suddenly felt irrationally angry with Sam. He didn’t
want to mate now. He thought he had more time to enjoy life. He didn’t want to
be tied down and have to deal with his strange bitch of a brother.
“Why are you doing this?” Dean snapped, glaring at his brother.
Jerking back as if snapping back into the conversation, Sam stared at Dean.
“What?” He asked, looking really confused.
“You know what I mean!” Dean snapped again, anger building. “You’re doing this
to me. Trapping me as your mate with this heat. It’s all your fault.”
Mary just stared at her son, stepping aside in shock, unbelieving of the things
Dean was saying to his brother, his Mate. She just gaped as these horrible
words spewed from her beloved eldest’s mouth. Sam was just as taken back. Why
was Dean blaming him? It wasn’t his fault this heat had come on now. He
couldn’t control his heats. “Why are you blaming me? I haven’t done anything!”
Sam shouted back. He couldn’t believe his brother was acting this way.
“Of course, it’s your fault. You’ve always wanted to keep me with you, clinging
to me like a bitch in heat. Why can’t you just leave!?” Dean ranted, wanting to
get his feelings out quick, his emotions building up and erupting like a
volcano.
“Why are you being like this, Dean? I thought you loved me? I thought you
wanted me?” Sam said, tears starting to well, but not falling until the last
blow
“Well maybe I don’t want to be tied to a little freak like you!” Dean suddenly
shouted, panting angrily.
Shocked into silence, Sam stared at his brother, not believing what his brother
had just said. Dean knew how much that word hurt him. Sam didn’t want to spend
another minute here, feeling like this.
“Well, maybe I will do as you say and leave,” Sam spat. And with that, tears
spilling from his deep hazel eyes and streaming down his cheeks, Sam sprinted
towards the orest, leaving Dean staring wide-eyed after him, regretting
everything he had said.
 
~~~~~<>~~~~~
 
Running through the forest, Sam couldn’t stop the tears, feeling hurt fill his
heart. His brother, his mate didn’t want him. Hated the thought of being mated
to him. Coming to a stop, Sam bent over resting his arms on his knees panting,
feeling sweat drip down his face.
He could feel his heat getting worse, his whole body was on fire, with slick
gathering between his legs. It was getting harder and harder to think straight
and keep running. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was thinking
taking off from camp like he had.
Straightening up, Sam looked around continuing to sweat. Suddenly a voice from
behind Sam made him freeze.
“Hello again, pup.”
 
~~~~~<>~~~~~
 
Dean was pacing. It had been a few hours since Sam had ran and he was still
missing. Dean was getting really worried. Sam should have been back by now and
Dean kept glancing at the main entrance to the forest that Sam always took as
it came past the pond that they always swam in as young pups. He really wished
he hadn’t said those thing to Sam.
Dean loved his brother. He really did and being his mate really wasn’t the end
of the world. It may not be his ultimate goal and want but he wouldn’t want his
brother dead just for his freedom.
Sensing eyes, Dean glanced away from the entrance he had been staring at
intensely.
To his right, next to the main tent was his mother, staring at him silently.
Her eyes spoke of disappointment and worry. He suddenly felt himself fill with
shame. She could always make him feel bad about what he had done with just
look. He felt like a pup again with just a glance of disappointment from her.
“Mum,” Dean began.
“Just don’t, Dean” Mary interrupted, anger entering her face. “You have
seriously messed up and I don’t think I’ve ever been this, this. I don’t even
know what to say,” Mary stuttered, her emotions clearly a mess.
“I know, mum. I hurt him and that’s not what I wanted at all. I just feel so
out of control, like I can’t see where my life is going. With his heat starting
so early, I just felt myself explode and I didn’t mean to hurt him,” Dean said.
“I made him cry,” he whispered, eyes dropping to the ground.
Mary sighed. She knew he felt bad but maybe that wasn’t enough.
Walking closer, Mary placed her hand on her oldest son’s shoulder. “Look at
meDean,” She said, waiting for his to obey. When he did she stared into her
eyes, hoping to find the words.
“Dean, I understand. I do. I wasn’t always so sure about your father. Granted,
I was older than you but still young in finding your mate standards. He was pig
headed and arrogant and I couldn’t believe he was meant to be my mate, but he
became my world. You love your brother and I know it may not be your ideal
situation, but you
are made for each other. The sooner you realise how good you’ve actually got
it, the happier you’ll be,” Mary said, looking into her son’s beautiful eyes.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll lose him, and you’ll never forgive yourself if
that happens.”
Dean looked back at his mother and knew the truth. He did have it pretty good.
He had a brother and mate that he loved and who loved him in return, an amazing
pack and pretty awesome parents. So what if he’d never travel the world, he
would be loved no matter what.
Suddenly his head snapped to the side towards the woods. Something was wrong.
Sam was in trouble. “Mum, get the pack ready and follow my scent,” Dean said
quickly, beginning to strip his clothes. “Sam is in trouble. I think it’s the
wolf again.”
With that, Dean shifted. In place of the handsome young man was the most
beautiful wolf that was quickly turning away from his mother and dashing
through the forest.
 
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