The group went their own ways as soon as Dean gave them the go ahead. Dean and Castiel stuck with each other and despite being angry with him, Dean was still grateful. Dean didn't know what he was going to do about his friend when this was all over. After rounding the corner and shooting another human, Dean shook the thoughts away. He was going to have to think about it later.

Dean hissed when he felt a bullet graze his arm. He's been shot before on other raids, but he'll never be able to get used to it. It still hurt like a bitch. Once Castiel killed the shooter, he went to Dean's aid, but was told to back off. Dean was never the type to want help, but that didn't always stop the others from helping.

He didn't really care about this whole mess. After what happened at the camp site, he was extremely worried about Sam. He needed to get to him as soon as possible. He would never be able to relax or let his guard down until he saw Sam alive with his own eyes. Frank had told him that Sam was still in the room and hasn't come out.

"How far are we from Sam, Frank?"

"Ten more floors."

With everything being dealt with, Dean had to focus. Sam wouldn't be able to be rescued if Dean was dead. Then again, if he had any say in it, even death wouldn't stop him from saving Sam. He just prayed that his brother was alive and okay.

Jared had walked a little closer to the wolf waiting patiently for it to continue. He took it as a plus that the animal didn't look as scared as he was when Jared first came. He felt like he was being judged when the animal decided to circle around him looking him up and down. Jared didn't know what to do about that, so he didn't say anything. What was he supposed to say about this? He was still rather confused about the fact that this was even happening.

'What is this place?' Jared asked when the wolf stopped in front of him.

'This is the place humans come to just before they turn for the first time.'

Jared nodded. He knew that when he wanted to know more about werewolves and vampires. 'I don't understand, I read that this place was supposed to be white... not darkness.'

'Your situation is different from the others.'

'You said you can tell me who I am. So, who am I if I'm not Jared?'

'Your name is Sam Winchester. Youngest son of John and Mary Winchester. Brother and mate to Dean Winchester. Born May 2nd, 1983.'

Jared felt butterflies in his stomach hearing that he has a mate and the wolf knew that. His cheeks reddened at the fact that his wolf said it like it was the most casual thing in the world. But then the nervous and embarrassed feelings turned to confusion.

Brother and mate... How could his brother be his mate? What a taboo thing to have happened.

The wolf chuckled. 'It probably is taboo, but who cares? Sam, love doesn't care. True love is already a hard thing to find in the world. Why should it matter if it happens to be between siblings? It's no one else's business but yours. Yeah, many people look down upon what they don't understand, but what you both feel should be enough not to care.'

Jared couldn't get rid of that nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what do about it, so he decided to change the subject. 'What happened?'

'You were taken by Nick. Dean tried to stop him, but wasn't strong enough to save you. Ever since then, he's been trying to be strong enough to find you. That's when he decided to start a group that could help him. That's when the Archangels were formed.'

Jared's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Jensen was the leader of the Archangels, but if Dean was the one, then did that mean... 'Jensen's Dean? Jensen's my brother?'

The wolf didn't answer.

Jared's mind was racing through everything that has happened since he first met the Archangels. Everything Jensen and Castiel told him finally made sense. The way they talked about him even without knowing that it was him...

"Me and my little brother. He was kidnapped, and I haven't seen him in a long time."

"It's just a way for us to find out what happened to Jensen's mate. His true mate."

'Holy shit!'

Dean finally arrived to the same floor Sam was on. Now he just had to find him and get him the hell out of there. Sam and Genevieve weren't safe now that Jody and Gabriel were getting the bombs into place.

Dean shot down one last vampire. He and Castiel were the only ones and they had to make sure that no one else was there. Frank spoke to him confirming that they were the only ones he could see on the cameras. Hearing this Dean relaxed... just a little.

While he and Castiel were making their way to Sam's floor, none of them came across Alastair nor Nick. Dean didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Then again maybe it was both. At least, they were both inside the building. Whether they found them or not, they were going to go up in flames along with the building.

Dean passed two more rooms that were empty. He stopped and motioned for Castiel to do the same. "Frank? Where is Sam's baby?"

"Uh.. I see a child in a room at the far end of the hall. It'll be on the right. I can't see anyone else inside. She's alone."

Dean nodded. "Bela? You get that?"

"On my way. Two floors down."

"Stay inside with her until this is all over. Do not leave her alone!"

Dean didn't say anything else, instead followed Frank's instructions to where Sam was being held. Dean's heart kept beating faster and faster. He needed to get to his brother quickly. He stopped in front of a steel door, and tried to pry it open. If the power was on, Frank would be able to open it, but now it wouldn't be necessary. With Castiel's help, Dean was able to get the door open. Reloading his weapon, he aimed everywhere in case there was someone other than Sam inside.

Dean's flashlight landed on an unmoving body sitting against the wall on the ground. Walking slowly but carefully, he gasped. It was Sam! Not caring about anything else, Dean ran up to Sam dropping his gun and flashlight. He grabbed Sam's face cringing at the beaten state his face was in.

"Sam?" He recieved no response. "Sammy!"

Dean could see Sam was still alive, by his ragged breathing and quiet growls. He positioned himself in front of Sam protectively when he heard groaning coming to his right. Castiel flashed the light and could see a man and woman in an equal beaten state.

The man slowly opened his eyes. "Jared?"

"Who are you?" demanded Dean.

Before Chad could answer, Castiel called out, "Chad? Oh my god." Castiel ran up to him and helped undo his bindings.

"Cas, you know them?"

Castiel nodded. "They're one of us."

"Chad Murrary? As in Sam's Chad?" asked Dean undoing Sam's handcuffs as well.

Chad snorted. "Never been called his, but yeah I guess." Chad rubbed his wrists and went to look over Lilith. She was alive and breathing and Chad sighed in relief. He lightly slapped her cheeks trying to rouse her, and she slowly came to.

"Chad?"

"I'm here baby."

"Enough! What's wrong with Sam? What happened?"

Chad took a deep breath and when he opened his mouth, everything came pouring out. Chad knew better than to keep something concerning Jared from Dean.

Jared didn't know what to think or feel about this whole thing. All his life with his family, he's been jealous of vampires and werewolves for being something special. He's always wanted that... to be something that was more than what he was. Now he's staring at the very wolf he would've been able to shift into all those years ago.

'What's the point in all of this? Why did I come here? Even if I were to accept myself, I'm human. I'll never be able to shift into you. I was cured of it as a child. It's too late.' Jared looked away in shame.

The wolf shook its head, 'You humans really amuse me. You come across a difficult situation and instead of facing it head on, or try to change it, or do anything about it, you just accept it as is.'

Jared was getting really pissed off. 'Aren't you listening? How can I change something that's out of my control? I was cured of being a werewolf! It's over. I just want to get back to Dean.'

'This is one of your many problems. You don't pay attention! You're already ready to throw in the towel without even fighting.'

'Pay attention to what? Just come out and say it! What do I need to pay attention to?' Jared snapped.

'The wolf growled. 'There is no cure! It's impossible to cure a werewolf. How the hell do you think you're meeting me now? You think a cured werewolf can meet their wolf if they're human?'

Jared's eyes widened.'Then what about me? If what you're saying is true, then what about me?'

'All the cure did to you was prevent you from meeting me on your third birthday. That is all. No werewolf will ever be able to shift unless they come here and find their wolf. Sometimes, a child is too scared about being alone here and will find their wolf unintentionally, but you still have to find them. You never came here, so you stayed human. You were never able to find me... until now.'

Dean held onto Sam as they were all making their way out. Dean, Sam, Bela and Genevieve were in the middle of the group while Castiel took up the front and Chad and Lilith were behind. Dean had to make sure that they would be protected from all directions. He had his gun ready in case he needed to help, but he wanted most of his attention on getting Sam out.

Even though Sam was out of it, his body was still reacting. It still listened to Dean's orders, and walked as much as he could with all of his injuries throbbing. Dean wanted to know what was happening inside Sam's head. Why would his body be awake, but his mind wasn't? What the hell happened? What the hell is happening?

They were three flights from the first floor, and out of nowhere vampires started running from behind them. Dean didn't understand it, but he was so happy that Castiel was able to take the front. He understood that Castiel wanted to help Dean as much as possible and he wanted to do that in his human form, but at the moment Castiel in his wolf form would be even more helpful.

More and more vampires came out attacking. Dean was struggling under the weight of his brother, but he couldn't give up now. Not when they were so close to getting out. "Frank, where the hell are they all coming from?"

"They're coming from all over the damn place. I got vamps coming from the roof, but I can't pinpoint exactly where from the roof."

Dean cursed. They finally made it to the second floor, and Gabriel and the others came up to them covered in blood and looking extremely tired. With all the vampires coming, Dean was thrilled to see the others. Gabriel looked up the stairwell and saw countless vampires running down. He turned to his alpha, and shoved them out of harm's way. He figured he would apologize later.

"Go, Dean! Cassie, help Dean get Sam out of here. Bela protect Sam's kid. Now, go! We'll hold them off." Gabriel shifted and the others followed.

Despite Dean wanting to help his people, he couldn't argue with the man. Sam was his first priority. He nodded to Gabriel and told them all to be careful. Dean helped guide Sam towards the exit. With the gun and holding onto Sam, it was rather difficult to get the key out of his pocket, but desperate to get Sam out, he did it.

"De... ther... vam..."

"Frank?"

"com... watch..."

"Frank?"

He heard nothing after. Dean swore. He probably busted when he was thrown against a wall earlier. Castiel shot two more vampires who came from who knows where. "Dean, in case we don't make it out of here, I want you to know I'm sorry."

"Castiel, now's not the time."

Castiel ignored him. "I'm sorry for saying what I did to Sam. I'm sorry for hurting both of you. I'm sor-"

"Shut the hell up Cas," Dean snapped. "If we do make it out of here alive, I don't know if I can forgive you for what you did. If you were anyone else, you would be dead."

Castiel shot a human.

"But it won't be up to me whether you live or not... whether you stay or not." Castiel spared him a glance. "Sam would be the one to decide."

Castiel didn't like that at all. He loved Dean and wanted to stay with him for as long as he was alive, but if it all depended on Sam... well he was as good as dead. He hurt Sam badly, and he believed that he wouldn't be allowed to stay.

Finally arriving at the lobby, they breathed a sigh of relief when it was empty. They made their way to the door ready to leave. When Dean got Sam away safely, he would come back and help the others. They stopped when they heard a shot fired behind them. Dean growled. So close. They turned around and saw the ones they really didn't want to see: Alastair, Nick, and two humans Dean didn't know.

Castiel didn't waste any time. He aimed his gun at one of the men they didn't know and he went down. Nick ran up to Dean and Sam and shoved him as hard as he could. With his vampire strength, Dean hit the back wall hard. Nick turned to Sam who was swaying on his feet, and grabbed his throat and threw to the far right wall. Dean winced at the hard thud Sam made. Bela still holding Genevieve ran to Sam's side.

Even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, Dean was going to have to turn away from Sam and focus on the ones in front of him. Castiel was fighting with Nick and the other human, which left Dean with Alastair. For twenty years, Dean had been waiting for this moment. It didn't matter if Nick was the one that took Sam from him, it was under Alastair's orders. He trusted Castiel to take care of Nick. Alastair was his and his alone.

"What's the matter mutt? Shift into that pathetic beast you call a wolf. Oh wait, you can't, can you?"

Dean growled narrowing his eyes. If it was the last thing he ever did tonight, he was going to fucking rip out the man's throat!

Jared was sitting near the wolf with his legs crossed. He had been trying to get the wolf to come closer to him, because he really wanted to touch the animal. This was such an exciting moment for him to be able to touch the animal version of himself. Since Jared first came here, the animal has been coming a lot closer.

When the wolf comes near him enough to be touched, Jared brought his hand up slowly. He didn't want the wolf to move away from him, and when he finally touched the wolf, Jared let out a deep breath he didn't even know he was holding. The wolf's fur was so soft and warm. Jared didn't even realize it, but he found himself petting the wolf.

'Does Dean know I'm his brother?'

The wolf scooted closer in and laid down near Jared's legs. Jared smiled at this. 'He's not one hundred percent positive that you're Sam.'

Jared nodded sadly at this. He was afraid of that. How long has Dean known who he was? 'Does Dean only love me because I'm his brother?'

The wolf closed his eyes clearly enjoying the feel of Jared's hands. 'It really shouldn't matter. He-'

'Of course it matters. How would I know that he loves me for me, or if he only loves me because I'm who he's been searching for?'

The wolf sighed. 'Even if you weren't Sam, which I know for a fact that you are, Dean still loves you. You're his mate. He was never able to find out if you were his mate when you were kids, but he knows you're his mate now.'

'How does he even know?'

'You bared your neck to him. No one who wasn't his mate would do that.'

'I wonder if he loves me as a person or just his mate.'

'Anyone ever tell you have a low opinion of yourself? No Alpha can claim their Omega the moment they know who they are. Of course, the Alpha will want to claim the Omega right away, but they can't unless they're given permission. It's up to the Omega when or if it happens.'

'Why are you telling me all of this?'

'Why not? Every wolf learns our ways as they get older, but you were denied that.'

Jared carefully gets up feeling bad that he disrupted the animal's comfortable state. He looked around trying to find anything other than them, but he still couldn't see anything. It was just darkness. He turned back to the wolf who was still laying down. When he looked closer, he could see that the wolf appeared tired. 'How do I get out of here? I need to get back to him.'

'Why is going back so important to you?'

Jared was taken aback by the question. His mouth opened and closed several times before his brain registered the question. 'If you're my wolf, then you should already know. I'm not leaving my brother out there alone. God only knows what's happening out there.'

Dean is fighting against Alastair the best he could, but he was already tired from the fighting earlier and the flights of stairs he had to climb. That was the only reason Alastair was getting the upper hand.

Dean was punched and thrown to the floor. He groaned. He looked up only to get punched once again. He fell to the floor and spat the blood from his mouth onto the floor. As Dean was struggling to get to his feet, he felt a body behind him. He tensed up, and tried to get away, but it was too late. He felt the bastard's arm around his throat pulling him into a choke hold. Dean was so tired and in pain that he couldn't put up much of a fight.

Black spots began to cloud his vision. He couldn't die like this. He couldn't leave this world without Sam. He couldn't die without meeting his brother formally. He wanted to hold Sam one more time.

"Dean!" He heard Bela say. He could see her still next to Sam. From the corner of his eyes he could see Castiel trying to get to him, but the vampires kept getting in his way stopping him.

He wasn't angry with Bela for not coming. He would much rather have her near Sam and Genevieve. If he had to die tonight, he had to make sure there would be others who could get Sam and his child out. If he had to die tonight, at least he would die with meaning.

I love you Sam.

Dean felt his breathing slowing down. He could feel Alastair losing strength, but not enough for Dean to overpower the man. Dean was going to die, and all he hoped that he wasn't going to die in vain.

And then out of nowhere he falls to the ground gasping for breath. He couldn't hear anything, and his eyes were closed. All he could do was focus on breathing. He slowly opened his eyes and turned over onto his stomach. He looked around and saw Nick's dead body with Castiel in his wolf form standing over him. He looked over and saw Bela (who was staring in shock at him) with Genevieve. Alone? Where the fuck was Sam? And why was Bela staring at him like that?

Dean? a voice called from within himself.

Who the hell was that?

Turning around he saw a large brown wolf standing over a still breathing Alastair. The asshole was unconscious. Who the hell was the wolf? He didn't recognize it. He struggled to his feet and almost fell over, because for some strange fucking reason, he was on four legs. He hasn't seen those paws in twenty years.

He almost fell over, but was aided with Castiel keeping him upright. He allowed Castiel to guide him over to the strange wolf. He sniffed the air, and found that the wolf smelled like... Sam. He walked closer to the wolf and knew without a doubt that it was Sam. But how?

Dean stepped away from Castiel and took in a deep breath. He hasn't done this in a long time, so he was just as new to it as new wolf. He remembered that his father had told him that whenever he wanted to shift to either form, to just think about the form and just let it happen.

It happened so quickly, when he opened his eyes he was human. He wanted to be a wolf for so long, and now that he was he had to be human... at least for now. Right now, he was standing in front of Sam who was a wolf. And he wanted to see Sam with his own eyes, human eyes.

"Sam?"

Even as a human, Dean could see that Sam was hurt, he just didn't know to what extent. He slowly approached Sam wanting to touch him. He didn't know how Sam knew how to change, but he was now standing in front of a human Sam. Dean gasped.

Dean's gaze went from Sam's eyes to a cord that was beneath his shirt. He felt his bottom lip tremble. He loved Jared, but if this really was his brother, he didn't know what he was going to do.

Sam's eyes were on him the whole time regardless if he didn't say a word. He watched as Dean's hands went slowly to his neck. His heart was beating rapidly. He needed this more than he realized. He knew that Dean was his brother, but he needs his mate just as much. He understood that Dean needed his brother and he loved Sam, so if this was what Dean needed then so be it.

Dean ignored the others coming into the lobby looking exhausted and in pain. He grabbed the cord and brought it out from underneath Sam's shirt. He couldn't pull his gaze away from the necklace's symbol. It was the flaming star. The same star he had made just for Sam. The only one in existance. He didn't need the necklace to know the man standing in front of him was his brother, but it did touch Dean's heart in ways that he longed forgotten.

Dean looked up to Sam feeling tears fall down his face. "Sam?"

As soon as Sam heard his brother's voice crack at saying his name, he pulled Dean into an embrace. An embrace that neither knew they needed until they were holding each other. No one bothered to interrupt them or telling them they needed to hurry. Nothing.

Sam pulled back looking down at his hands playing with the hem of his shirt. His hair fell in front of his face, and he looked to his brother. "You found me, Dean."

Dean smiled at how small and innocent Sam looked. He raised his hand to touch Sam's cheek. He felt warm when Sam leaned into the touch. He pulled Sam closer and just before their lips touched he whispered, "I'll always find you baby boy."

Sam sighed in relief when their lips touched. He felt Dean's hand touching the star that was over his heart.

Sam didn't know how he came to attack Alastair. All he remembers was waking up to finding him killing Dean. He didn't know how he shifted, but he felt that his wolf was just as angry and together they attacked. Sam really wanted to kill the bastard right then and there, but dying that way would be too good for Alastair. He wanted the asshole to suffer.

He knew without a doubt that he and Dean would find a way to do that.

Dean watched Sam leave from his grasp to go to Bela or to Genevieve. He didn't want Sam to leave, but understood that Genevieve was his number one priority. He watched as he held her close, and he turned away. He saw Bobby approach him.

"Thank you Bobby."

Bobby waved off the thanks. "Bombs are in place, but what do you want to do about that asshole?" He asked motioning to Alastair.

Dean growled when he saw that Alastair was stirring awake. He couldn't answer him, because he wanted Sam to decide what to do. Although he caused Dean a lot of pain, he caused just as much to Sam. It was only right Sam have a say.

"You have bombs?" Sam asked coming up to him.

Dean nodded. Sam looked to Gabriel taking the chain off the front door. He called Gabriel over and when he came he held out his hand for the chain. Gabriel gave it to him. Dean was confused at his brother's actions.

Sam stared down at the chain and smirked. He opened his mouth and told Dean and the others what he wanted to do. When he was done everyone who heard liked it just as much.

Sam kicked Alastair's legs. "Hey! Wake up!" He kicked the bastard once again.

Alastair groaned and opened his eyes. His eyes widened at the sight of every one of Sam's group staring angrily at him. He went to get up, but stopped when he saw that he was chained. There was a huge chain around him and it locked to a thick metal bar.

"What the fuck are you doing? What is this?"

Dean smirked. "That is a chain and you are not going to get out of it."

"Oh, I can assure you I will. I'll fucking hunt you down and kill you all," Alastair yelled desperately trying in vain to get out.

Sam chuckled. "I'll tell you what, you get out of the chains and we'll surrender. But here's the catch: you have sixty seconds to get out or be crushed." Sam and the others turned their backs on Alastair walking toward the exit.

"What? What do you mean 'crushed'?"

Dean turned back snapping his fingers. "Damn. I forgot to mention, we have bombs all over the building and when it goes off, BOOM. I suggest you hurry up."

Just before the doors closed to a screaming Alastair, Dean threw the keys to the lock towards him. If he happened to throw the keys just out of reach from Alastair, well it wasn't his fault that his arm was hurting.

Two days went by and Dean was standing in front of his tent watching Sam play with Genevieve. He wasn't even trying to keep it secret. He hasn't spoken to Sam since that night. Dean couldn't bring himself to approach Sam even though he wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Even though Sam kissed him that night, Dean couldn't help but fear Sam didn't want him anymore. Maybe he just wanted a brother. Maybe he just wanted a friend. Maybe he didn't even want to be here, and he didn't know how to break it to him.

Dean wanted to have his brother at his side, but now that Sam was more than his brother, he didn't know if he could just be brothers. Dean needed his mate, and if Sam wanted to leave or didn't want anything intimate between them... what was he supposed to do?

He felt another body stop next to him. "What are you going to do?"

Dean sighed looking to Castiel. He shook his head, "I don't know." Without anything more, Dean turned his back and walked away and went to go look for Danneel or Bela. He could use the company

Castiel didn't bother trying to stop his friend, and he didn't say anything either. What could he say that would make Dean feel better? He wasn't the one who he needed.

Sam is sitting with Genevieve on the grass showing her a flower. She grabbed it giggling. Sam loved the sound. After everything that's been going on, he didn't think he would ever hear it again. He looked up to see Castiel making his way towards them. He remembered what Castiel told him all those weeks ago. He hasn't spoken to him since then, and he didn't know what he could say. As he rose to his feet, he braced himself for a fight.

"Hi, Sam."

Sam nodded his acknowledgement. He's come to prefer 'Sam; over 'Jared'. He wanted to be Dean's Sam, and he wanted his first life to be his only life. Jared Padalecki was never real, and although he feels a loss for it, he would much rather be Sam Winchester. As for Genevieve, her name would be up to her when she got older.

Castiel opened his mouth then closed it several times. Sam bit back the smile that almost broke across his face. He understood Castiel's intentions that day, and now that everything's out in the open, he felt happy seeing the other man struggle with his words.

"I... uh... I mean... I just... you know I care about Dean, and I didn't- you know-"

Sam laughed softly. He put up his hand stopping Castiel. "I forgive you, Cas."

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "You're Dean's best friend, and I understand that played a huge role in what you said to me. I don't want to come between you two."

Castiel stuffed his hands in his pockets feeling a little awkward. "It doesn't matter. If I didn't make you leave, nothing of this would've happened."

"Maybe, but if you didn't this would still be going on."

Castiel didn't know what else to say, so he started making his way back towards the others. That was until he was called back.

"Although, if you're really sorry, I could use your help with something."

Castiel goes to Dean who was talking with Danneel. "Dean, I don't know why, but Sam's crying! You might want to go talk to him and see what's wrong."

Dean furrowed his brows. Sam was crying? He pushed passed Castiel and went after Sam. Why was Sam upset? Did he want to leave? Did he hate him? Oh god! What if Sam was upset because he didn't want to hurt Dean when he would have to tell him that he didn't love him anymore?

He saw Sam still holding Genevieve, but then Dean frowned. Sam looked just fine. He looked just as happy when Dean turned away from him.

Sam looked up when he saw Dean come towards him. His smile fell from his face when he saw how upset Dean looked. He saw the others walking behind Dean who appeared concerned, but Castiel was the only one smiling. Picking up Genevieve, he gave her to Bela who was all too happy with who she was holding.

"Sam? What's wrong? Why aren't you upset?"

Sam tilt his head in confusion. "Why would I be upset?"

Dean looked back glaring at Castiel who was smiling way too innocently. He turned back to Sam. "No reason."

"Ok, well now that you're here, there's something we need to talk about."

Oh, god, this is it. He's going to leave me.

"We're brothers right?" Dean nodded. "And we're mates." Dean nodded. "If I'm right, as the Omega between us, it's up to me whether I'm claimed."

He's only going to want to be brothers.

"I don't care if we're brothers."

What?!

"I love you with every fiber of my being. If you will have me, I would be honored if you would claim me right here and now." Sam didn't wait for an answer, but instead went to his knees, closed his eyes and bared his throat.

Dean's heart was beating quickly the more Sam spoke. Dean let his body do the controlling. He found himself on all fours, and for a short second, he thought Sam was scared and didn't want it.

He slowly opened his mouth giving Sam every opportunity to change his mind, but he never said anything. Dean bit down on Sam's neck hard enough to draw blood. Sam hissed, because of the pain but he still didn't pull away. Dean felt everything with that one bite. He felt Sam's heart beating rapidly. He felt the excitement and fear in Sam's heart. He felt the love Sam felt for him and the need for a brother and a mate.

Sam's eyes shot open when Dean bit down. He felt Dean's hesitance because he didn't want him doing anything Sam didn't want. He felt Dean's fear at losing him again, and love that he had both his brother and mate together. He felt Dean's arousal and it sparked his own.

Dean pulled away, and Sam felt blood falling down but he moaned in pleasure when Dean licked the blood away. Sam brought a hand to the bite and was shocked when he felt scarred tissue where an open wound should be. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.

Dean barked in happiness. I love you, Sam.

Sam smiled. "I love you too."

Dean was laying with Sam naked in their tent. It was a good thing Bela offered to take Genevieve for the night. He was tired and wanted to fall asleep, but he couldn't. He listened to the beautiful sound of Sam's breathing. He rubbed Sam's arms up and down. Was this real? Was Sam really with him?

Please, let this be real. Please don't take him from me again.

Dean closes his eyes as he felt grief for the fact that they lost Anna and Ash. He gave his condolences to their pack and they weren't angry with him. He didn't know how he felt about that. Maybe it would've been better if they were.

Dean pulled Sam closer hearing him sigh as he felt Sam's arm wrap tighter around his midsection. Dean felt tears in eyes. "I've missed you Sam... so much," he said softly. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I'm so sorry, Sammy. It's my fault you were taken. If I just-"

He was silenced when he felt Sam's hand over his mouth. Sam looked at him sadly. "Dean, stop. I love you, and what happened then will not change that. I'm sorry you held this with you for so long, but you have to move on. We're here together, and nothing else matters but us."

They stayed like that for some time, neither wanting to go to sleep. They've lost so much time, and now here they were... finally together.

"Thank you for not giving up on me," Sam said kissing Dean's bare chest.

Dean kissed Sam's forehead. "I'd die before I ever gave up looking for you."

And Sam knew it was true.

They closed their eyes and allowed slumber to take them under. Neither noticing the apparitions of two wolves... one black and one brown... cuddled up with each other on the floor. The black wolf was licking the brown wolf's cheek. After a few more seconds of licking, the black one laid its head on the brown one and they succumbed to sleep... finally together.

THE END