The Mark of the Beast Chapter 11
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Sam stared at the sonogram that he held in his hand, a baby. He and Jess were going to have a baby. He’d fought with himself for four years against mating with the pretty little Beta until he ran out of excuses to do so and the number one reason being Dean, but that was never going to happen. Four years he fought it and suddenly here he was, graduated from college and ready to interview for law school; it was time. Too much time had been spent pining away for someone who was totally out of reach, so he asked Jess to be his mate.
“It’s about time, you ass,” had been her answer.
Even though he’d already claimed and mated her, Jess’s parents insisted on a formal mating ceremony and Sam just smiled and went along with it, because whatever made Jess happy made him happy. The only thing that upset him was that he had no family there to welcome Jess into the Winchester family. Dean might not have come, but he’s more than sure his dad would have just to make sure that he would no longer try to claim Dean.
Dean. He thought that once he’d been mated to Jess the desire and need he had to be with the Omega would disappear, but it didn’t. It died down from the burning, throbbing and constant need to a nagging ache, but it never went away. Sam was convinced that the longer he was mated to Jess even that would go away.
He still couldn’t understand why he wanted Dean, even before he was mated to Jess, Dean had a mate and they should not want each other but they did, desperately. Palo Alto was a college town and between there and San Francisco, there were many libraries at his disposal, but in all of the hours he spent researching it, Sam could find nothing explaining the attraction that a mated Alpha felt towards a mated Omega. Nor was there an explanation as to why he still thought of Dean as his Omega.
There has been no contact between him and his family, but Sam liked to think that Dean was okay and that their father treated the older man well and didn’t blame him for Sam’s departure. Although there was no evidence supporting it, a part of him still entertained the thought that John was Dean’s Alpha and his protection stemmed from the fact that Dean was his.
Sam knew that these thoughts of Dean had to end, because not only would that not lead anywhere, but also he’d made his choice three months ago when he knotted his Beta. Even though it was a choice made with his head and not his heart, the decision had been made and he chose Jess, so Dean had to stay in the past.
Placing the grainy black and white photo of their child on the coffee table, Sam made his rounds in the small apartment to check the locks and the salt lines at the windows and doors before he joined Jess in bed. He would lie there and enjoy the most peaceful time of his day before he fell asleep and again dreamed about her burning on their ceiling. As she snuggled into his body Sam thought about how Jess often laughed at his nighttime rituals, he may not hunt any longer but it was hard to forget a lifetime of rites.
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Dean sat in his car and watched as the last light was turned off in the little apartment across the street. He supposed that he could have knocked, but this way would be much more fun, and besides, he knew that the Beta that Sam lived with would be in bed and he wouldn’t have to talk to the blonde.
Dean has been around for a couple of days and had seen the pair of them together; it seemed that while he’s still living on dreams, Sam’s living with the little blonde. While following them, he’s seen them hugging and kissing so there was no illusion as to what their relationship was and it hurt but then he was used to hurting. Hurt was such a constant thing with him, so long that he didn’t know anything else. For a short while he’d imagined what it felt like to love someone and have them love him back, but that was just a pipe dream After all of the subterfuge to find a way to stay together, Sam left and never came back.
Dean and his dad had traveled all over this country and every Omega he’d ever met had people fighting over them, pampering them, but he’d never experienced that. He’d been claimed but not wanted, and wanted but not claimed, even his baby didn’t want him and he was always left alone. Now here he was again watching Sam give a woman the love he’d promised him, but this time he was under no illusions that he’d get it.
Thirty minutes after the lights went out in apartment 212, Dean quietly left his car and made his way inside. He looked around, but wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for, but he was sure that it was just a glimpse into Sam’s life. Four years without a word and now, he was immersed into all things Sam. The apartment was saturated with his smell, but it was different, not as he remembered but it was still Sam.
The walls and the shelves were littered with pictures of the happy couple and Dean thinks that he didn’t even have that. The last picture he remembered taking with Sam was just before the Alpha had ran away to Flagstaff. Even though he was jealous of the girl in the pictures, seeing Sam happy made him smile, that was until he came to the last picture on the shelf. He picked the ornate frame up to study the subject and make sure of what he thought he was seeing Sam’s claiming ceremony. He was so taken aback by the subject in the picture that he dropped the heavy silver frame.
The sound of the picture frame hitting the floor was loud and unless Sam had gotten sloppy in the four years that he’d been gone, then he was going to come out and investigate the noise. Dean looked around the small apartment in an attempt to find a place to hide before announcing his presence and realized that he left the window open just as his brother grabbed his shoulder.
Dean knocked Sam’s arm away before he could get a good hold and pull him down, and aimed a blow at Sam, but the younger man ducked and he missed. While Sam is trying to get his balance from ducking the missed blow, Dean gripped Sam’s arm, swung him around and pushed him through to the door to the larger room. Sam tried to kick, but Dean blocked it and because he could now see Dean’s face, he is shocked for a second, Dean elbowed him in his face, and he hears a crunch where it connected with his nose.
Dean’s not sure but either the pain or the embarrassment made Sam furious and he kicks at Dean’s head, Dean laughs and blocks the kick, and swung again at his younger brother, which Sam again blocked, but this time Dean knocked Sam to the floor. Once Sam is down, Dean pins him to the floor with his body held him still by holding one had at his neck and the other one on his wrist. This was not how he planned for their confrontation to go, but Dean enjoyed the tussle because it reminded him of those long afternoons that dad made them spar.
“Whoa, easy tiger,” Dean laughed at Sam.
“Dean?” Sam asked incredulous, which caused Dean to laugh again.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of shape,” Dean smiled down at Sam, however the words were barely out of his mouth before Dean found himself looking up at Sam after the younger man flipped their positions.
“Or not,” Dean said, suddenly aware of Sam’s hard body as it pressed his into the floor and his reaction to it. “Get off me.”
Sam stood up and pulled Dean with him as he asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Looking for a beer?” Dean tried to lighten the mood before saying an ominous tone. “Look we have to talk.”
“You could have called, Dean.”
Dean looked at Sam in his normal home with his normal girl who didn’t come with a shit ton of baggage and imagined how that conversation would have went, “If I’d called, would you have answered?”
Before Sam could answer, Jess turned the light on, and Dean stared at her, she was very pretty hot dressed only in her sleep shorts and a Smurfs t-shirt, and when Sam turned to face the young woman, Dean scented her. She was why Sam smelled different now, he had mated her and now their scents were intermingled.
“Sam?” She questioned.
Sam left Dean’s side, stood beside Jess, and introduced her, “Dean, this is my mate, Jessica.”
Dean knew that he was supposed to look at her and appreciate her beauty and he thought that he did, but if he didn’t he knew that Sam would know that something was up and he didn’t need to be kicked out before he had explained to Sam why he was there. Even though he didn’t give a shit about Sam’s mate, he played nice. The thing was that he had a serious reason to be there, but all he could concentrate on was Sam standing there in front of him calling someone else his mate. Dean thought that Sam said something else but he couldn’t hear past the roaring in his ears.
“Your brother, Dean?”
Pulling himself together, Dean stepped forward and said, “Oh, I love the Smurfs, but I gotta tell you, you’re completely out of my brother’s league.”
“Let me go put something on,” his uneasiness showing at the looks Dean was giving her.
As she turned to walk away, Dean stopped her, his eyes going hard, “No, I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I just want to borrow your boyfriend here to discuss some family business, but, uh, nice meeting you.”
“No,” Sam said as he put his arm around Jess’s shoulder. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of her.”
“Okay, Sam. Um, dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
“So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. Give him time, he’ll stumble in sooner or later.”
“Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days,” Dean said choosing his words carefully because he wasn’t sure how much if any of his old life that Sam had shared with his… mate.
“Excuse me Jess, we have to go outside,” told Dean that he’d told her nothing.
Sam couldn’t believe that he was sitting beside Dean on his way to a hunt. He had left his pregnant mate to go chasing after a man who’d disowned him.
“You’re twenty six years old, you could have looked for him yourself,” Sam accused.
“No I couldn’t. I don’t know what dad was hunting or if there was someone he hadn’t managed to piss of and was hunting with him, but I’m an Omega Sam and even though we tried to hid it, most hunters know it. I don’t want to have to fight off someone looking for a piece of ass while I’m trying to find dad.”
“You’re mated Dean, no one should want you,” Sam argued.
“You did.”
Sam had no answer for that. He’d tried to find a way not to want his gorgeous brother, but nothing worked, not even taking a mate.
Once they arrived in Jericho, the last place that their dad had been, the pair quickly learned what it was that he’d been hunting, A Woman in White. They figure that it was some kind of family shit because they are the only ones who hurt each other and expect you to be okay with it. A husband cheated and his wife took the only thing she had to hurt him, his kids, but then she couldn’t live with herself and committed suicide and now she was taking out her anger on men who cheat. She didn’t focus Dean, but Sam. When he told her that he’d never cheated and she told him yes he did.
He immediately knew that she wasn’t talking about him cheating on Jess, she was referring to Dean. Shit, even the damned ghost knew that Dean belonged to him. Hell it seemed that everyone except their dad who seemed to make this his second most important goal in life, keeping them apart knew. Now that he thought about it, Sam’s sure that even Jess knew, but became his mate anyway.
It made him wonder though, why did Dad disappear like that? He had to be aware that Dean would come to him because being an Omega meant that it wasn’t safe for him to hunt alone even though Dean was stubborn enough to try.
The ride back to Palo Alto was long and uncomfortable for them both. For Sam because the ghost accusing him of cheating brought feelings that he’d somewhat suppressed to the forefront, making his body throb with need for the man beside him. Dean was quiet because he’d done his best to convince Sam to keep going with him to find their dad. Had Dean asked him that three months and a day ago, Sam would have jumped at the chance to spend this time with Dean. Alone. He couldn’t do that now. The Beta who had patched up his soul and healed his broken heart when he’d first arrived at Stanford, who was now pregnant with his baby, came first.
Sitting inside that car was hell, the atmosphere was thick and heavy with pheromones from both men who were staring straight ahead pretending not to notice when all they wanted was to pull the car over on the shoulder and fuck each other stupid.
When Dean pulled up in front of the apartment Sam shared with Jess, the Impala had barely come to a stop before Sam was out and running towards his front door. He told himself that it was because he wanted to hit the bed as soon as possible because of the late hour, he was only going to get a couple of hours sleep before he had his interview for law school. He was okay with it because he had helped rid the world of another ghost and he was once again rid of the temptation that was Dean Winchester. Whom was he kidding; he was just glad to be out of the car before he had Dean flat on his back.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one in a hurry because he was barely inside the apartment when he heard Dean haul ass out of there. Sam felt a little guilty because he hadn’t asked Dean where he was going and silently cursed John for taking off and leaving the Omega alone and unprotected, but he forced himself not to care.
“Jess?” Sam called once he was inside the tiny apartment. “Jess, I’m home.”
The apartment wasn’t that big so it didn’t take Sam long to figure out that she wasn’t home. Sam guessed that she probably stayed with one of her friends so that she wouldn’t have to spend the night alone. He placed his duffel bag on the floor and flopped down on the bed to get the rest his body craved. It seemed that as soon as his eyed closed he was in that place between wakefulness and sleep when he felt the first droplet. He swatted his face as though it was a bug that had landed on his face, but when the second and third drops hit his face, he opened his eyes and looked at the blood on his hand. Sam looked up because he knew what he was going to find, he’d dreamed about it often enough, Jess on the ceiling and the blood was coming from the gaping wound in her stomach seconds before her body burst into flames. The baby. Jess. Gone.
Sam jumped up from the bed in an attempt to reach his mate. But he couldn’t reach her because the building was old and had high ceilings. That was what sold her on the place. Just because he couldn’t reach her didn’t mean he stopped trying and just before he body exploded in flames a pair of strong arms pulled him from back. He knew that Jess was gone, so he made one more attempt to reach for the sonogram print out, but he couldn’t get his hands on it before he was pulled from the apartment. Sam knew it was useless but he fought the band of arms holding him back because a part of him thought that he could save her still.
“C’mon Sam, the firemen need to do their jobs and they can’t do them if you’re in the way.”
After letting Dean pull him from the burning apartment, Sam sat on the trunk of the Impala and watched as the firefighters put out the fire. At that moment, he thought about his dad and how he must have felt as he sat in the same position over two decades ago and looked helplessly as they put out the fire. When the fireman walked over to them later, he knew what they were going to tell him, Jess was dead. Even if she survived the fire, whatever had pinned her to the ceiling had given her a wound that made sure she wasn’t going to survive.
Once the firefighters and the police officers gave everyone whose apartment was affected by the fire the clearance to leave, Sam glanced around him. It seemed that his neighbors all had somewhere to go, but that too little apartment was the only place he’d ever been able to call home and it was gone and everything that he loved and needed had burned up with it as though they had never existed. After everyone was gone, Sam and Dean sat there for a little while longer and he realized something, he was back with Dean and the only home that had been constant in his life, the Impala.
“We need to get some supplies,” Dean said as he walked around to the trunk and opened it to take inventory.
As he followed Dean around the car, he had to ask him something that had been hovering at the back of his mind, “How… why did you come back Dean, I saw you drive away?” Sam asked, “How did you know to come back?”
“It started with the radio fading in and out, then the street lights all starting flashing, and I knew. I have been hunting all my life and I knew the signs and my first thought was you.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, it had always been that way, he was always Deans first thought even at his own peril, and if he looked in the Omegas eyes he’s sure that he would see pure love and for a moment he returned that love. The minute he felt his heart responding to Dean he became angry at himself and Dean for making him feel that way with Jess and their baby’s ashes laying literally a few feet away.
Blinking back the tears, Sam gave one final look into the trunk before slamming it closed, “Let’s go, we have work to do.”
Chapter 12 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/52577.html
Sam stared at the sonogram that he held in his hand, a baby. He and Jess were going to have a baby. He’d fought with himself for four years against mating with the pretty little Beta until he ran out of excuses to do so and the number one reason being Dean, but that was never going to happen. Four years he fought it and suddenly here he was, graduated from college and ready to interview for law school; it was time. Too much time had been spent pining away for someone who was totally out of reach, so he asked Jess to be his mate.
“It’s about time, you ass,” had been her answer.
Even though he’d already claimed and mated her, Jess’s parents insisted on a formal mating ceremony and Sam just smiled and went along with it, because whatever made Jess happy made him happy. The only thing that upset him was that he had no family there to welcome Jess into the Winchester family. Dean might not have come, but he’s more than sure his dad would have just to make sure that he would no longer try to claim Dean.
Dean. He thought that once he’d been mated to Jess the desire and need he had to be with the Omega would disappear, but it didn’t. It died down from the burning, throbbing and constant need to a nagging ache, but it never went away. Sam was convinced that the longer he was mated to Jess even that would go away.
He still couldn’t understand why he wanted Dean, even before he was mated to Jess, Dean had a mate and they should not want each other but they did, desperately. Palo Alto was a college town and between there and San Francisco, there were many libraries at his disposal, but in all of the hours he spent researching it, Sam could find nothing explaining the attraction that a mated Alpha felt towards a mated Omega. Nor was there an explanation as to why he still thought of Dean as his Omega.
There has been no contact between him and his family, but Sam liked to think that Dean was okay and that their father treated the older man well and didn’t blame him for Sam’s departure. Although there was no evidence supporting it, a part of him still entertained the thought that John was Dean’s Alpha and his protection stemmed from the fact that Dean was his.
Sam knew that these thoughts of Dean had to end, because not only would that not lead anywhere, but also he’d made his choice three months ago when he knotted his Beta. Even though it was a choice made with his head and not his heart, the decision had been made and he chose Jess, so Dean had to stay in the past.
Placing the grainy black and white photo of their child on the coffee table, Sam made his rounds in the small apartment to check the locks and the salt lines at the windows and doors before he joined Jess in bed. He would lie there and enjoy the most peaceful time of his day before he fell asleep and again dreamed about her burning on their ceiling. As she snuggled into his body Sam thought about how Jess often laughed at his nighttime rituals, he may not hunt any longer but it was hard to forget a lifetime of rites.
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Dean sat in his car and watched as the last light was turned off in the little apartment across the street. He supposed that he could have knocked, but this way would be much more fun, and besides, he knew that the Beta that Sam lived with would be in bed and he wouldn’t have to talk to the blonde.
Dean has been around for a couple of days and had seen the pair of them together; it seemed that while he’s still living on dreams, Sam’s living with the little blonde. While following them, he’s seen them hugging and kissing so there was no illusion as to what their relationship was and it hurt but then he was used to hurting. Hurt was such a constant thing with him, so long that he didn’t know anything else. For a short while he’d imagined what it felt like to love someone and have them love him back, but that was just a pipe dream After all of the subterfuge to find a way to stay together, Sam left and never came back.
Dean and his dad had traveled all over this country and every Omega he’d ever met had people fighting over them, pampering them, but he’d never experienced that. He’d been claimed but not wanted, and wanted but not claimed, even his baby didn’t want him and he was always left alone. Now here he was again watching Sam give a woman the love he’d promised him, but this time he was under no illusions that he’d get it.
Thirty minutes after the lights went out in apartment 212, Dean quietly left his car and made his way inside. He looked around, but wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for, but he was sure that it was just a glimpse into Sam’s life. Four years without a word and now, he was immersed into all things Sam. The apartment was saturated with his smell, but it was different, not as he remembered but it was still Sam.
The walls and the shelves were littered with pictures of the happy couple and Dean thinks that he didn’t even have that. The last picture he remembered taking with Sam was just before the Alpha had ran away to Flagstaff. Even though he was jealous of the girl in the pictures, seeing Sam happy made him smile, that was until he came to the last picture on the shelf. He picked the ornate frame up to study the subject and make sure of what he thought he was seeing Sam’s claiming ceremony. He was so taken aback by the subject in the picture that he dropped the heavy silver frame.
The sound of the picture frame hitting the floor was loud and unless Sam had gotten sloppy in the four years that he’d been gone, then he was going to come out and investigate the noise. Dean looked around the small apartment in an attempt to find a place to hide before announcing his presence and realized that he left the window open just as his brother grabbed his shoulder.
Dean knocked Sam’s arm away before he could get a good hold and pull him down, and aimed a blow at Sam, but the younger man ducked and he missed. While Sam is trying to get his balance from ducking the missed blow, Dean gripped Sam’s arm, swung him around and pushed him through to the door to the larger room. Sam tried to kick, but Dean blocked it and because he could now see Dean’s face, he is shocked for a second, Dean elbowed him in his face, and he hears a crunch where it connected with his nose.
Dean’s not sure but either the pain or the embarrassment made Sam furious and he kicks at Dean’s head, Dean laughs and blocks the kick, and swung again at his younger brother, which Sam again blocked, but this time Dean knocked Sam to the floor. Once Sam is down, Dean pins him to the floor with his body held him still by holding one had at his neck and the other one on his wrist. This was not how he planned for their confrontation to go, but Dean enjoyed the tussle because it reminded him of those long afternoons that dad made them spar.
“Whoa, easy tiger,” Dean laughed at Sam.
“Dean?” Sam asked incredulous, which caused Dean to laugh again.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of shape,” Dean smiled down at Sam, however the words were barely out of his mouth before Dean found himself looking up at Sam after the younger man flipped their positions.
“Or not,” Dean said, suddenly aware of Sam’s hard body as it pressed his into the floor and his reaction to it. “Get off me.”
Sam stood up and pulled Dean with him as he asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Looking for a beer?” Dean tried to lighten the mood before saying an ominous tone. “Look we have to talk.”
“You could have called, Dean.”
Dean looked at Sam in his normal home with his normal girl who didn’t come with a shit ton of baggage and imagined how that conversation would have went, “If I’d called, would you have answered?”
Before Sam could answer, Jess turned the light on, and Dean stared at her, she was very pretty hot dressed only in her sleep shorts and a Smurfs t-shirt, and when Sam turned to face the young woman, Dean scented her. She was why Sam smelled different now, he had mated her and now their scents were intermingled.
“Sam?” She questioned.
Sam left Dean’s side, stood beside Jess, and introduced her, “Dean, this is my mate, Jessica.”
Dean knew that he was supposed to look at her and appreciate her beauty and he thought that he did, but if he didn’t he knew that Sam would know that something was up and he didn’t need to be kicked out before he had explained to Sam why he was there. Even though he didn’t give a shit about Sam’s mate, he played nice. The thing was that he had a serious reason to be there, but all he could concentrate on was Sam standing there in front of him calling someone else his mate. Dean thought that Sam said something else but he couldn’t hear past the roaring in his ears.
“Your brother, Dean?”
Pulling himself together, Dean stepped forward and said, “Oh, I love the Smurfs, but I gotta tell you, you’re completely out of my brother’s league.”
“Let me go put something on,” his uneasiness showing at the looks Dean was giving her.
As she turned to walk away, Dean stopped her, his eyes going hard, “No, I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I just want to borrow your boyfriend here to discuss some family business, but, uh, nice meeting you.”
“No,” Sam said as he put his arm around Jess’s shoulder. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of her.”
“Okay, Sam. Um, dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
“So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. Give him time, he’ll stumble in sooner or later.”
“Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days,” Dean said choosing his words carefully because he wasn’t sure how much if any of his old life that Sam had shared with his… mate.
“Excuse me Jess, we have to go outside,” told Dean that he’d told her nothing.
Sam couldn’t believe that he was sitting beside Dean on his way to a hunt. He had left his pregnant mate to go chasing after a man who’d disowned him.
“You’re twenty six years old, you could have looked for him yourself,” Sam accused.
“No I couldn’t. I don’t know what dad was hunting or if there was someone he hadn’t managed to piss of and was hunting with him, but I’m an Omega Sam and even though we tried to hid it, most hunters know it. I don’t want to have to fight off someone looking for a piece of ass while I’m trying to find dad.”
“You’re mated Dean, no one should want you,” Sam argued.
“You did.”
Sam had no answer for that. He’d tried to find a way not to want his gorgeous brother, but nothing worked, not even taking a mate.
Once they arrived in Jericho, the last place that their dad had been, the pair quickly learned what it was that he’d been hunting, A Woman in White. They figure that it was some kind of family shit because they are the only ones who hurt each other and expect you to be okay with it. A husband cheated and his wife took the only thing she had to hurt him, his kids, but then she couldn’t live with herself and committed suicide and now she was taking out her anger on men who cheat. She didn’t focus Dean, but Sam. When he told her that he’d never cheated and she told him yes he did.
He immediately knew that she wasn’t talking about him cheating on Jess, she was referring to Dean. Shit, even the damned ghost knew that Dean belonged to him. Hell it seemed that everyone except their dad who seemed to make this his second most important goal in life, keeping them apart knew. Now that he thought about it, Sam’s sure that even Jess knew, but became his mate anyway.
It made him wonder though, why did Dad disappear like that? He had to be aware that Dean would come to him because being an Omega meant that it wasn’t safe for him to hunt alone even though Dean was stubborn enough to try.
The ride back to Palo Alto was long and uncomfortable for them both. For Sam because the ghost accusing him of cheating brought feelings that he’d somewhat suppressed to the forefront, making his body throb with need for the man beside him. Dean was quiet because he’d done his best to convince Sam to keep going with him to find their dad. Had Dean asked him that three months and a day ago, Sam would have jumped at the chance to spend this time with Dean. Alone. He couldn’t do that now. The Beta who had patched up his soul and healed his broken heart when he’d first arrived at Stanford, who was now pregnant with his baby, came first.
Sitting inside that car was hell, the atmosphere was thick and heavy with pheromones from both men who were staring straight ahead pretending not to notice when all they wanted was to pull the car over on the shoulder and fuck each other stupid.
When Dean pulled up in front of the apartment Sam shared with Jess, the Impala had barely come to a stop before Sam was out and running towards his front door. He told himself that it was because he wanted to hit the bed as soon as possible because of the late hour, he was only going to get a couple of hours sleep before he had his interview for law school. He was okay with it because he had helped rid the world of another ghost and he was once again rid of the temptation that was Dean Winchester. Whom was he kidding; he was just glad to be out of the car before he had Dean flat on his back.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one in a hurry because he was barely inside the apartment when he heard Dean haul ass out of there. Sam felt a little guilty because he hadn’t asked Dean where he was going and silently cursed John for taking off and leaving the Omega alone and unprotected, but he forced himself not to care.
“Jess?” Sam called once he was inside the tiny apartment. “Jess, I’m home.”
The apartment wasn’t that big so it didn’t take Sam long to figure out that she wasn’t home. Sam guessed that she probably stayed with one of her friends so that she wouldn’t have to spend the night alone. He placed his duffel bag on the floor and flopped down on the bed to get the rest his body craved. It seemed that as soon as his eyed closed he was in that place between wakefulness and sleep when he felt the first droplet. He swatted his face as though it was a bug that had landed on his face, but when the second and third drops hit his face, he opened his eyes and looked at the blood on his hand. Sam looked up because he knew what he was going to find, he’d dreamed about it often enough, Jess on the ceiling and the blood was coming from the gaping wound in her stomach seconds before her body burst into flames. The baby. Jess. Gone.
Sam jumped up from the bed in an attempt to reach his mate. But he couldn’t reach her because the building was old and had high ceilings. That was what sold her on the place. Just because he couldn’t reach her didn’t mean he stopped trying and just before he body exploded in flames a pair of strong arms pulled him from back. He knew that Jess was gone, so he made one more attempt to reach for the sonogram print out, but he couldn’t get his hands on it before he was pulled from the apartment. Sam knew it was useless but he fought the band of arms holding him back because a part of him thought that he could save her still.
“C’mon Sam, the firemen need to do their jobs and they can’t do them if you’re in the way.”
After letting Dean pull him from the burning apartment, Sam sat on the trunk of the Impala and watched as the firefighters put out the fire. At that moment, he thought about his dad and how he must have felt as he sat in the same position over two decades ago and looked helplessly as they put out the fire. When the fireman walked over to them later, he knew what they were going to tell him, Jess was dead. Even if she survived the fire, whatever had pinned her to the ceiling had given her a wound that made sure she wasn’t going to survive.
Once the firefighters and the police officers gave everyone whose apartment was affected by the fire the clearance to leave, Sam glanced around him. It seemed that his neighbors all had somewhere to go, but that too little apartment was the only place he’d ever been able to call home and it was gone and everything that he loved and needed had burned up with it as though they had never existed. After everyone was gone, Sam and Dean sat there for a little while longer and he realized something, he was back with Dean and the only home that had been constant in his life, the Impala.
“We need to get some supplies,” Dean said as he walked around to the trunk and opened it to take inventory.
As he followed Dean around the car, he had to ask him something that had been hovering at the back of his mind, “How… why did you come back Dean, I saw you drive away?” Sam asked, “How did you know to come back?”
“It started with the radio fading in and out, then the street lights all starting flashing, and I knew. I have been hunting all my life and I knew the signs and my first thought was you.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that, it had always been that way, he was always Deans first thought even at his own peril, and if he looked in the Omegas eyes he’s sure that he would see pure love and for a moment he returned that love. The minute he felt his heart responding to Dean he became angry at himself and Dean for making him feel that way with Jess and their baby’s ashes laying literally a few feet away.
Blinking back the tears, Sam gave one final look into the trunk before slamming it closed, “Let’s go, we have work to do.”
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