Fic: Fractured Bonds Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

It wasn’t as easy as Sam hoped.

Dean was always there, with his intoxicating scent and his reminder of what could have been. Rather than dwell on the soft curve of Dean’s ass, or the bare, smooth skin of his throat, Sam’s mind turned to the angels, and why they were doing this. None of it made sense. It couldn’t just be about Michael and Lucifer, could it? Because if that was so important, why the hell hadn’t they done anything earlier, before Dean went to hell? Why now? And why was that so important that they fucked Dean over?

Was it a test? They’d sent Dean to Hell, while Sam… shaking his head, Sam attempted to remove that idea. What was he doing, comparing his lust for Dean to Dean’s time in hell?

Sick. Freak. Wrong.

Dean had made it clear he didn’t want Sam like that. And all Sam could do was think about his brother. The more he tried to not think about him, the more Dean’s image filled his mind.

And it was just getting worse.

Because Dean was getting sexier by the day.

There was an extra sway to his hips. Such gorgeous hips they were. Gently rounded, leading the eye to that perfectly perky–

No! No. Sam was not going to think about how fuckable Dean’s ass was. How perfectly it would fit in his hands, as he squeezed, and kneaded and–

Pressing a palm firmly against his burgeoning erection, Sam was fighting a losing battle. What was wrong with him?

--oo--

Dean felt hot. Not sexy, although he must have been looking halfway alright, if the number of alphas cosying up to him was any indication. And, much as he hated to admit it, it was nice. Nice to be appreciated, to be noticed. Even as he enjoyed the attention, something in him was worried about it.

It being Sam.

Since they’d reunited and left Bobby’s it had just been the two of them. It should have been perfect, but since Sam had made it clear he didn’t want him, Dean had done his best to curb his lustful intent. And it was hard. It was fucking hard. Dean had always had an interest in his brother, but it had been easy to subdue. Now that he could scent Sam… Well, it just proved how fucked up he really was. Sam could surely scent him too. And his arousal.

The whole thing was embarrassing enough without Sammy knowing his brother had a hard on for him.

So Dean had practised ignoring his brother’s presence when they weren’t working, and thankfully it was working. Even though Sam was here at the bar, Dean could let his eyes drift over the men present. This was good. He could notice other people. He didn’t need Sam. As if by providence, a burly alpha caught his eye. He was tall and dark and looked like he knew how to show an omega a good time.

And Dean was an omega who wanted a good time. A wicked grin tilted his lips and Dean felt his ass throb hotly.

His ass? What the fuck? He’d fucked around a lot, but he’d never… he’d never felt like he was dripping from his…

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

--oo--

He’d been staring morosely at his beer until the smell of distress - Dean’s distress – filled the air. Head jerking up, he was on his feet before his mind caught up with his body. Unerring he headed towards Dean, who was in a corner with an alpha casually standing over him. He was close. Too fucking close.

A snarl was ripped from his lips, and he stalked towards the two men. All he knew was he had to get Dean. Dean was his.

--oo--

There was death in Sam’s eye. With his head bowed Dean couldn’t see it, but he could sure feel it as his brother stalked towards them. Sam was mad and it was his fault. Why couldn’t Dean do anything right, could he?

He must have whimpered, because the alpha was touching his shoulder, talking in a soft voice.

“A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out. Certainly not alone.”

When Dean looked up he could see the lust in the alpha’s eye. But also concern. And he couldn’t help but lean into towards the man. There was a softness that Dean needed. He’d been tough for too long. Hiding his feelings from Sam, careful to never push himself where he wasn’t wanted, but now things were different. Now Dean needed.

The alpha kept talking. “You shouldn’t be out, baby. Let me take you–“

Between one word and the next the alpha moved. Dean whined, already missing the touch, but before he could bring himself to open his eyes, a heavy hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. A familiar hand, that pulled him back into a hot, hard, chest. It smelt like safety and home and Dean collapsed against it.

Sammy.

--oo--

“Keep your hands off him, he’s mine.”

The alphas demeanour changed. He drew his body up, and instead of soft words, there was more than a hint of angry possessive growl. Dean’s shivering intensified and Sam felt his anger spike.

“He’s not yours.”

The challenge couldn’t have been clearer. Sam snarled his next words. “Touch him again, and I’ll kill you.”

It wasn’t an idle threat. Although neither alpha took their eyes off each other, they could feel the way the bar shifted. Sam could smell the alphas, and there were too many of them. He couldn’t protect Dean from all of them. He needed to get out of there, get them out of there…

“Sammy?”

Dean’s voice was soft, and Sam couldn’t help but look down. A stupid move in a dominance battle, but Dean’s needs came first. Like it or not, they always had. And right now, Dean needed.

His brothers face was flushed, eyes glazed and his lips looked plump and Sam wanted to taste them.

“Please… Sammy…”

Angry growling stole his attention. Sam snarled back.

“What kind of alpha are you? If that’s your omega, why aren’t you looking after him?”

Sam almost laughed. Dean wasn’t an omega. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, Dean was…

… Leaking slick. Dean was leaking slick.

Sam didn’t trust the angels, and didn’t - couldn’t - believe them. But now he could feel. Dean’s pants were soaked and sticking wetly to Sam’s? It was finally enough to cut through his self-delusions.

Dean was an omega in heat. His omega. Fortunately he didn’t need to think. His body, running on instinct, knew what to do. Lifting Dean into his arms, he felt Dean pressing his face into Sam. Dean snuffled a little, before purring, licking and nibbling at the base of Sam’s throat.

The rest of the room fell away. It seemed that no time at all passed between Sam carrying Dean out, buckling him into the passenger seat and then carrying Dean into their hotel room.

Gently, Sam laid Dean on the bed, backing away to try and clear his nose. Immediately, Dean rolled onto his belly, reaching towards Sam. Sam’s breath caught in his throat: Dean was beautiful. He was soft and needy and he wanted Sam. Sam’s inner alpha purred at the wanton moans and the pretty way he begged.

“Please, Sammy! Need you! Need you in me, Sammy. Please, Sammy, fuck me! Mark me!” Looking up at the alpha Dean inclined his chin, baring his throat to Sam’s dark gaze. “Claim me.”

Ironically, it was those words that stopped Sam in his tracks. While all Sam wanted to do was to fuck his brother, he couldn’t. He’d promised. He wasn’t going to hurt his brother. He wasn’t going to fuck things up more, to make them fall into the angels plot.

Dean was worth more than that.

Tearing at his hair, Sam backed away. Dean’s mouth dropped open, and tears filled his eyes.

“Sammy?” Oh god. The pain in Dean’s voice…

“Christ, Dean! You’re killing me! I can’t do it. I won’t do it! I won’t hurt you…”

The words were not what Dean wanted to here. Suddenly, instead of the heat-scent of omega – ripe, sweet, ready omega – the room stunk of rejection and hurt. Sam’s heart clenched. He did that. This was his fault.

But he’d made a promise he intended to keep.

“No, Dean. I can’t.”

Later, Sam would wonder what he thought would happen. Relief? Relief that Sam kept his word? Perhaps thanks for not falling in with the angel plans. Maybe anger, because Dean was horny and liked getting his own way.

What he actually got was heartbreak and betrayal as Dean keened his rejection. There was no other word for the sorrow that breached Dean’s throat.

Sam aborted his step forward. This was a test. He knew the angels still tested him. It didn’t make it any easier. Especially when Dean’s words broke through his sobs.

“Why, Sammy? Why? I thought… I thought I was good enough now. I thought you wanted me too. What’s wrong with me?”

Sam snarled, all his anger at the angels colouring his voice. “You? There’s nothing wrong with you, Dean. But I’m not going to rape you! You think I don’t know what the angels are doing? That they aren’t taunting me with everything I’ve always wanted? You’re in heat, Dean! They did that to you! And I’m not going to make things worse, I can’t. I love-”

Sam was yelling by the end. Turning, he faced the wall, hands clenched as he fought for control. Dean… Dean smelt perfect. Hopes and dreams presented on a tasting platter. Sam had no intention of dining tonight. He wasn’t playing the angels’ games.

But he’d have his revenge. Dean deserved more than this.

He left the room, Dean’s cries echoed in his ear. And Sam’s heart broke. It felt like he was his omega.

He shut the door, and leant heavily against it. Out here he could still feel the pull of his brother, but he could resist it. He could feed his anger at the angels for doing this to him. For hurting the both of them. What kind of sadistic asses did this?

Sam leant against the door and listened to Dean’s cries, feeling them cut him, wishing he could do something to ease his brothers’ pain. He sat outside the door, listening to Dean: to his heartbreaking sobs, and his begging for his alpha, for his Sammy.

He listened until he could take it no more. Now he needed answers.

--oo--

Although Sam was a proud man, he wasn’t above asking – when there were no other options.

He drove to the forest, knowing he was unlikely to come across people there. Standing in a clearing, he shifted slightly, wishing he had something that could kill an angel. Or at the very least harm one. He wanted to make them hurt as much he was. As much as Dean was.

“Castiel, oh Angel of the Lord. What the fuck are you doing to my brother?”

Sam waited. And there was nothing.

Figured.

Well, even if they weren’t going to listen, Sam still had things to say.

“I could have saved Dean, you know. I didn’t need you. I didn’t fucking need you to interfere! We were getting there. Bobby and I… we were getting there. And if I’d saved him? I wouldn’t have messed him around like that! I thought angels were supposed to be good, but you’re just sick fucks.” Sam flinched, almost expecting to be smote. After all, who in their right mind maligned an angel of the lord? When nothing happened, he grew a little bolder. Castiel wasn’t going to kill him.

Yet.

“That’s right, sick and twisted bastards. And we don’t’ deserve this! Dean doesn’t deserve this! He’s a good man who shouldn’t be fucked over for no fucking reason! And why? Why are you doing this to us? To mess with me? Because if you know everything, you know I’m in love with my brother! It was hard…”

Sam trailed off. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. It was just all so unfair. He could have lived with it, if it was just him. He’d been in love with his brother for so long that the rest of their lives made no difference.

But the way they were hurting Dean? It wasn’t fucking ok.

“It is not the angels who are hurting your brother, Sam Winchester.”

Sam jumped before he could stop himself. Fucking angels appearing out of nowhere. Fists balled at his sides, he turned to face Castiel, sneer firmly planted on his face.

“Not the angels? If you could see my brother…”

“I did, in fact, see your brother.” Castiel interrupted him. “When I realised that he was alone, and in heat,” there was no way Sam could escape the pointed rebuke, “- I went to see him.”

Sam didn’t remember moving, but he had the angel up against a tree, arm held against his throat.

“Do not touch him.”

Next moment Sam was face first in bark, one arm pulled behind his back, as a very pissed off angel of the lord hissed in his ear. “You dare tell me what to do? You who leaves an omega in his first heat-“

“Which he wouldn’t be having if it weren’t for you sickos!”

Sam tensed himself, ready for he had no idea what. The silence that followed was unexpected. Abruptly Sam was released. Scrubbing at his face, Sam turned to face the angel. Castiel head was tilted as he stared at Sam in surprise.
“What do you mean?”

What?

Castiel stared at Sam for a long moment, like he was trying to read his mind. Fucking asshole probably was. The slight lip tilt confirmed Sam’s thoughts. Gritting his teeth, he waited. He didn’t like it, but it felt like there was something important to come…

“I didn’t make your brother an omega.”

“Bullshit!” Sam stalked toward the angel before he realised what he was doing. And while Sam was big, imposing, angry alpha, the angel didn’t even flinch.

“I stormed the depths of hell and rescued your brother. I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition, rebuilding his physical form even as his soul lay in my hands, crying out to me to save it, to heal it. I rebuilt Dean Winchester, and I rebuilt him whole. And know this, Sam Winchester; I changed nothing of the true nature of your brother.”

“Dean had no-”

Filled with impotent rage, Sam stormed towards the angel. At least, that was his intention. Between one moment and the next, he was on the ground, hands covering his ears as an almighty shriek rent the air. Looking up, he saw the angel approaching, glowing with righteous might. Always a little odd, he was now completely otherworldly. In that moment. Sam can’t believe he doubted that Castiel was an angel.

Sam closed his eyes as the angel’s hand descended. He held his breath, as the angel’s fingers brushed against his forehead.

And in that moment Sam realised that he wasn’t ready to die.

He’s not ready to leave Dean.

And he’s certainly not ready for the images the angel shows to him.



--oo--

Collapsing to his knees, Sam stared at the angel.

“Dean’s mine? Dean’s always been mine?”

Castiel may have responded, but Sam wasn’t listening, his mind was racing as unexplained things fell into place. Fuck! It explained so much. Dean… his poor Dean, thinking Sam wouldn’t want him. And now they’ve been given this second chance. Now Sam has the opportunity to look after…

“Fuck!”

Sam was the fucking worst. Ignorance was no excuse. It didn’t matter that he never wanted to hurt Dean – he was! Dean – his omega – thought he was being rejecting. Dean was having his first heat since that happened and Sam left him alone. In pain. In need.

“Take me to Dean.”

The angel stared at him for a moment, but Sam growled. For the first time in a long time, Sam knew exactly where he needed to be.

“Take me to my mate.”

--oo--

Castiel left Sam outside the hotel without another word. Not like there was much to talk about. Not between the two of them.

But now he was here, Sam had no fucking idea what to do. What the fuck should he say to his brother? And why did no one tell him?

Of course it all made a sick kind of sense. Slowly making his way to their room, Sam’s stomach was tied up in knots. God! What if he’s fucked up so completely that Dean, his Dean, won’t look at him again? What if he’s lost him for good?

--oo--

Any thoughts of apology fled when he opened the door and scented delicious, needy, ripe omega. Sam felt his knees give, and he clutched at the doorframe in an attempt to stay upright. Gasping for breath, it just made things worse: all he could taste was Dean.

Fighting for control, Dean’s little moan of Sammy undid all his good work. With a growl reverberating in his chest, Sam stalked towards the bed, the constant refrain of Dean, mine, mate, claim doing nothing to cool his head. Reaching for Dean, Sam readied himself to claim his omega when his brothers’ broken words penetrated the red fog.

“Sam… Sammy, I’m sorry… I need you, Sam. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry…”

Abruptly Sam’s head cleared. The sweet scent of omega was still present, but now the notes of distress and fear and rejection were clear.

“Oh, Dean!”

Sorrow dripped from his every pore as he pulled the shivering, crying omega to his chest. Firmly grasping the nape of Dean’s neck, he pushed his brother’s nose against his throat, letting his alpha scent soothe the distressed omega. For long moments Sam thought it hadn’t worked, but slowly, slowly the shivering stop, and slowly, slowly, the heartbreaking litany ceased.

“Sammy?”

Dean’s voice was so unsure, and Sam held him closer. Fighting against the hold – and Sam had to restrain himself from growling – Dean looked at Sam. The utter dejection in those beautiful eyes broke Sam’s heart anew.

Breathing deeply, Sam steadied himself. He couldn’t afford to lose control – Dean was already Sam peppered Dean’s brow with kisses.

“I’m sorry, Dean. So sorry. I should never have left you. I won’t ever again. I’ll look after you, Dean. You’re safe now, Sammy’s here. Look at me, baby. Just look at me. I’ll never leave you again.”

--oo--

Dean feels soft hands stroking him. His face is pushed into somewhere soft, somewhere that smells divine, and something in him relaxes. For the first time he can remember, he feels safe.

Alpha, his mind tells him. His alpha is here and will look after him. Dean can relax now.

But Dean’s brain keeps working. Because that can’t be right. Sammy left. Dean was a bad omega, no good, not worthy, not right, so Sam left. Dean wasn’t good enough for Sam, so Sammy left.

“Shhhhhhh. Shhhhh. It’s alright, Dean. I was wrong to go. I’ll never leave you again. Because you’re mine, Dean. My omega. You’re so good, so perfect… will you let me look after you, Dean? Can I take care of you?”

--oo--

Sam had imagined this moment, for as long as he lived. In that hidden corner of his mind, where he stored his most fucked up fantasies he held Dean. In that corner, he was primitive, biting, and snarling, and claiming and taking.

But now that Dean was in his arms, Sam could reign in the alpha. Did he still want to fuck Dean six ways to Sunday? Abso-fucking-lutely. But his scared, beautiful, loved mate needed more than that. Sam knew he and Dean would never talk about what Castiel told him, about Dean’s first time. Despite the fact that Sam wanted to shake Dean, for believing that could - should - keep them apart, there was going to be no closure.

All he could do now was show his mate, his precious mate how much he loved him, how precious he could be. With gentle touches, and sweet, soothing sounds, Sam petted his mate, taking only what was freely given – until Dean fucking bit him!

“For fuck’s sake, Sammy! Are we fucking or not?”

Sam took that for the permission it was.

--oo--

“Next time I’ll be gentle.”

Despite Sam’s best intentions, he hadn’t been. Laving the mark on Dean’s neck, Sam couldn’t hide his satisfied purr. Finally, finally Dean was his. As if to prove a point, his hips jerked, knot pulled against Dean’s rim.

“Fuck off, Sam!”

Rather than answer, Sam ran a soothing hand over his omegas’ hip. Dean grumbled a little longer, before relaxing back into Sam’s embrace. Dean was safe in his arms, where he’d always belonged.

“Never gonna hurt you again, Dean. Never going to leave you alone. It’s you and me from now on, Dean, and that’s never going to change.”

Dean shifted in his hands, but didn’t respond. Maybe he needed more.

“I love you, Dean. I love you now, and I’ve loved you always. I’ll never hurt you again. You’re mine! I’ll never let you be lonely or scared… I want… I want us to make a home! I want to watch you grow big with our children. I want to love you each and every day for the rest of our loves. I love you, Dean.”

Sam’s heart was in his mouth as he waited for Dean’s response.

Maybe it was too soon? Was Sam rushing? Dean was never one for chick flick moments, and this was sappy and was it inappropriate? Just hours before Sam had been telling Dean he’d never touch him! He was going too fast. Fuck, Dean was going to run before they had a chance to sort this. And Sam had already shown he couldn’t be trusted. He’d left Dean, his omega - in heat omega - to go and chat with a fucking angel! How was going to prove himself worthy of the amazing man his brother was?

Before Sam’s panic could overrun him, Dean’s soft snores reached his ears.

Shit. Had Dean even heard a word he’d said? And was that a good thing or a bad thing. Stifling a laugh, Sam wrapped big arms around his brother, drawing him back against his chest. He couldn’t stop the little moan of pleasure when Dean pushed back against him, losing himself again in the feel of Dean’s tight ass as his knot throbbed and his cock jerked, filling Dean even more full.

He couldn’t wait to tease Dean’s messy hole in the morning. Possessive warmth filled him. And he could do that. Dean would spread his legs and let Sam take what he needed. Because Dean loved him too. Despite the not very alpha like panic attack (which wouldn’t surprise Dean in the slightest, if Sam ever told him about it. Which he had no intention of doing), Sam knew he was possessive. It was going to be an interesting ride, one Sam was looking forward to.

Smiling, Sam curled his body around his sleeping brother. They could have their chick flick moment in the morning.