May 30, 1999

Jake is behind him again in seconds, but Sam easily goes off to the side and doges the fist that was meant to impale him. Jake goes tumbling forward and lands face first in the dirt. Sam lifts his hand in the latter's direction and drags him forward, until he's a few inches away from him. Sam stiffens, a soft gasp shuddering out of his lips, when Dean is suddenly at his side, his hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, come on, we've gotta get out of here," Dean gently presses, his other hand going to entangle with the latter's.

The omega glances up at the alpha, licks his dry, quivering lips, before slowly nodding. The alpha tightens the grip on his hand and tugs him in the direction of the car, while the omega quickly flings the other alpha as far away as he can manage. The psychic hasn't even opened up his car door, when a log comes hurling towards him, but he manages to block it with a flurried motion of his hand.

"Sam," Dean yells, pulling out his gun and aiming for Jake, who's slowly walking towards them, his arms drawn apart in an open challenge. He fires, hitting him square in the chest, but the hunter nearly shits himself when he sees the bullet flatten against his skin, and clatter to the ground,"Son of a bitch -" He continues firing, watching as all the bullets spill off of his chest without so much as a blink.

Jake's face is grim as he finally reaches a panting, exhausted Sam who's leaning heavily against his car door. Sam has been pushed to the peak, in terms of how long he can use his powers. And that becomes evident, when the other psychic is able to grab him by his throat and lift him into the air, shaking him like a rag doll.

"Let him go, bastard!" Dean roars, diving in his direction with a knife in his grip. He attempts to plunge it into his throat, but the blade bends backwards, clattering uselessly out of his hand.

Jake easily throws Dean against his car, making it creak and rock roughly to the side, before landing back on four wheels with a loud thud. He grits out,"You have nothing to do with this. I don't wanna hurt you, don't make me!"

Jake inclines his head forward, tautening his grip on Sam's neck as the omega struggles futily. The omega tries to pry the fingers around his throat away, but he is slowly losing consciousness. His heart, once quickly beating, is now slow in tempo and small ragged gasps escape his throat. His face begins to turn a sickening color as his sight begins to close in around him. The hands continue to squeeze, and his mouth falls open, a strangled, silent scream escaping as he goes limp.

Dean leans into the car, grabbing the shotgun that was laying across the backseat, and raises it until it's pointed at Jake's face. The gunshot echoed deafeningly in the forest, and Dean saw Jake stagger and fall, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Sam falls into a heap on the ground, his lips parting to let out a shaky exhale. Though the shell bounced right off his skin, the whiplash was an entirely different matter. Dean just imagined his brain ping-ponging against the inside of his skull. And he's surprised that little cartoon birds aren't fluttering around the latter's head.

Sam pulls himself upright to where he's sitting up on his stomach. Jake sees this, and laughs coldly, as his unfocused eyes swivel in his direction. "Y-you don't have e-enough power left..." He groans, gripping his head with his palm.

Sam places two fingers on his temple and delves deep into the other psychic's head. 'You know, Jake, a funny thing about telekinesis is that... a lot of people want big. But really, it's moving the small things that matters,' The omega echoes inside of the alpha's head,'The smaller the better.'

Sam raises two fingers up in demonstration,'You want to assassinate someone, so you get a telekinetic. They reach into a person's throat and gently with a thought they pinch the carotid artery shut,' Jake gags as Sam pinches the two fingers together,'The blood stops, the brain starves and the target dies,' Seconds pass and then the latter's head slumps to the ground, lifeless,'Murder without a trace...' The omega's eyes close and he exhales softly, his head lolling to the side.

"Sammy! No, no, no..." Dean groans, attempting to pull himself up from the side of the car. He manages to pull himself up and he practically stumbles towards the latter's limp form, crumpled in a heap on the ground.

The alpha runs his hand over the nape of the omega's neck, his free fingers slotting against the side of his wind pipe. The omega's pulse is weak, barely a hum against his fingers, but it's there. He keeps his fingers there, and pulls the latter closer, pressing his forehead against his.

Breathing unsteadily, Sam's eyes flutter open, and Dean pulls away reluctantly to let him attempt to sit up. His hazel hues immediately settle on him as he glances up, and wipes his sleeve across his mouth. "Dean," He groans softly, his lips parting in surprise.

Dean wraps his arms around Sam and pulls him into a bone crushing embrace, his hand settled on the base of his neck as he settles his chin on his shoulder. Sam grunts in pain but hugs him back burying his face into the crook of the latter's neck, inhaling deeply as he pulls him closer to his chest. Their two hearts beat rapidly in tandem against one another's chests, and their breaths intermingled and mixed as they slowly glanced up and looked at one another.

"I'm glad you're alright," Dean mutters quietly, slowly allowing his arms to drop to his sides.

"Y-you saved me," Sam gasps out, his fingers shakingly going to his throat,"Thank you."

Dean's hand reached out slowly, caressing the side of Sam's face with his palm. The skin was warm, alive against his. "Dirt," He said quickly, dropping his hand as the latter caught his eyes and a blush rises to his cheek,"You had... dirt on your... face."

"Oh," Sam replied, a tired quirk in his lips.

Dean suddenly grimaces, dropping his hand to his side as shakes his head. "Shit," He blinks rapidly, his breath becoming quickened. Black began to press in from the corners of his vision, and with a gasp, everything goes black.

"Dean... Dean? Dean, are you okay?" Sam exclaims in concern, taking Dean's face in his.

Dean glances up, his expression saying it all. "Sam," He says softly, his lips parting in anticipation.

The two leaned forward simultaneously, their lips starting on a path to meet. Then they both froze as if neither of them knew how to move forward from that point. Whatever he'd had been expecting, he'd been surprised as hell, when the alpha snarled 'fuck it', and pushed up against him and kissed him. The psychic's hands wasted absolutely no time in sliding their way up the latter's torso, until his arms were firmly around his neck.

At first the kiss was gentle, and shiver inducing, then Dean shoved his tongue past Sam's lips and plundered his mouth. He roughly tugged on the omega's hair, keeping his head immobile, controlling the kiss and taking what he wanted. Sam was stunned for a moment and unresponsive as Dean rests his own body atop his. Then the alpha's hands were running down his flanks, and shaping his hips within his hands.

The omega gasps as he feels those same hands wander down further, touching and feeling their way down his back and eventually settling on his ass, where they cup and squeeze the soft swell. The hunter chuckles deeply, his chest rumbling against the psychic's as he further deepens the kiss, squeezing the two globes in his hand and none too gently massaging them in his grip.

"D-Dean, stop," Sam gasps, forcefully pulling his lips away as he pants heavily,"Please, w-we need to slow down. Dean?"

Dean smirks grabbing Sam's jaw in a bone crushing grip, running his thumb over his cheek. "Oh, Sammy," He quirks his lips slightly, running his tongue over them as he blinks slowly. And when he opens his eyes again, his emerald hues are black as a coal pit,"I love this moment so much I want to have sex with it."

"Brady," Sam gasps staring into those ink well eyes, nearly getting lost in them.

"No, it's Dean now," The demon proclaims leaning close into the psychic's face. Then his thumb is running over his wet, quivering lips and gently tracing the outline of the soft, plush flesh,"Poor guy, he was driving as fast as he could in that shitty car of his, and boy, oh boy, he was just determined he was going to be your knight in shining armor. I possessed him when he stopped to take a piss a few miles out from here. But, I decided to take a catch some z's in his walnut, just until he found you."

The psychic tries to turn away from the latter, and gasps out,"Y-you don't have to do this. Please... just let him go. I promise I won't try anything," The thumb on his lips trails down, so that it's gripping his chin and forcing him to face the demon,"Let him go..."

"That's sweet. Really, it is. You know how I am with heart felt pleas," Dean proclaims, quivering his lips and sniffling in a mocking manner,"But, I need him for insurance. You see, Sammy, you're oddly determined to be a good guy, for a demon's spawn. Which means you're probably not going to be too open to what your old man has in store for you. I need this squirrel here, to keep you in check."

"W-What do you mean? What's that yellow-eyed bastard going to do with me..?"

"You won the game, Sammy-boy," The demon lets out a huffing laugh, and purrs,"So, really, whatever the hell he wants. Or I'll venture into pretty boy's head and tear it apart, piece by fucking piece, until he's drooling mess that pisses on his own feet in the shower -"

Sam leans forward and spits in the demon's face, panting harshly as he snarls,"Don't you dare touch him. Don't even talk about it, you sick, twisted, son of a bitch!"

Dean wrenches his finger's through the psychic's thick, moist locks, silky brown strands catching between each digit. "I'm going to make this perfectly clear, Sammy. So, clear, that even you can see it," He growls through bared teeth, giving his head a rough little shake,"If it wasn't for daddy dearest, I'd be fucking you into the dirt right now. But, if you feel like pushing my buttons, by running that cute little mouth go yours, go ahead. I'll just make sure something else occupies it."

That makes Sam fall silent real quick. Dean smirks, licking his lips slowly, and allowing his fingers to release the strands curled in them. The psychic let's out a cry of relief and hurriedly stands up, stumbling away from the demon. The demon cackles with dreadful glee, standing up to follow him.

"That's what I thought, sweet cheeks," The demon hisses, circling the latter as he attempts to distance himself,"Now, let's get this show on the road."

The psychic let's out a trembling breath that he didn't even know he was holding, and nods.

The demon smirks, and leans in close to him, so close that his lips brush the shell of his ear. "Go to sleep."

Sam felt a sudden prick in his neck, and the next second his world started to turn blurry. He felt his body start to become numb and his vision wavered. "What…happen?" He slurred in fear and confusion, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. He could vaguely make out the latter's blurry form above him.

"Sleep," Dean's voice echoed eerily around the room before everything went dark.

May 31, 1999

Sam wakes up to a sudden brightness. Blinking his eyes, he tried to get use to the harsh light. He felt dizzy and disoriented, and his head pounded with the beginning of what felt like the beginnings of a migraine. He tried to push himself into a sitting position, except he couldn't move. With a jerk of his head he realised that his arms and legs were strapped to what appeared to be an upright lab table. Thick leather straps had him buckled firmly in place.

"What the hell?" The omega muttered, trying to tug his limbs free.

He scanned the room around him, and realized that he was in one of the many abandoned buildings in the ghost town. At least a dozen other people, or demons, were in the room, all going about their own business. An alpha was directly in front of him, a young man that smells of disinfectant and linen sheets, that's rummaging through various tools that he'd only just noticed set out on a table beside him. There were many tools he'd never seen before, and some he had.

Sam's eyes flickered to the other side of the room, settling on one unconscious figure that was unceremoniously dumped onto a wooden table and hogtied. "Dean," He exclaims in panic, trying futilely to twist out of his restraints,"Dean!"

"Ah, you're awake," A voice said from the shadows of the room. Abruptly, all of the hustle and the bustle stopped, as veryone turned to the owner of the voice.

"Please, please, let him go," The omega pleads, craning his head in his unconscious friend's direction,"You have me! And I have no chance of escaping, j-just please..."

Azazel emerges from the shadows, his piss-yellow eyes narrowed. "I would let him go, sport," He sighs loudly and begins to saunter towards him,"But, I'm not in the mood for you to put up a struggle. I want this to go smoothly, so he's here to keep you on your best behavior.

"But don't worry."

Sam cranes his neck to his left side as best as he can and nearly comes face to face with Brady.

"I've already vacated the premises," Brady finishes, crossing his arms over his chest,"But, if you so much as step a pinkie toe out of line, daddy dearest is going to let me go to town in his meatsuit."

The omega tried to suppress a shiver as he slowly nods. "Okay," He chokes out,"I-I won't do anything, just... Don't hurt him."

Almost as if on cue, Dean's eyes slowly open like cold molasses. He attempts to stretch, before realizing that's he's hogtied, and he groans aloud,"What the hell," Panting loudly, he struggles against the taut ropes, until he glances up,"Sam!"

Sam grunts, and pulls against the straps, exclaiming,"Dean!"

"I know how this must pain you both," Azazel says softly as he closens towards Sam,"Seeing the person you care for, and knowing that they will no doubt be in a world of pain, very, very, soon. Almost as painful as being head over heels for an individual that is the very thing that you fear."

Sam flinches at that, avoiding Dean's eyes as he turns his head. "Stop, just stop," He whispers.

Dean growls, and thrusts up against his bonds, almost tumbling off the table. "Shut your damn mouth! You're a demon, a parasite, that doesn't have an inkling of what any human feels," Breathing harshly he spits out,"You haven't been human for a long time. You know nothing!"

Azazel doesn't respond, he merely gives him a tight-lipped smile, before turning to the demon that's adjusting tools on the table. "Tom," He states,"Get on with the ritual. Meg has already cornered the two old goats, they've retrieved the colt."

"All the pieces are coming together," Brady praises,"Soon, the gates will be open, and your champion will have his army."

The demon, Tom, nods his head and turns back to the table laid out with instruments, picking up a long bronze skewer with a little ring at the end. Without another word, he presses it against the area just above the psychic's navel and pushes it in.

Sam tosses his head back and cries out. He grits his teeth, and presses his chin against his chest, attempting to bite back his cries of pain.

"Sammy!" Dean roars banging his tied up fists against the table,"Stop it! Stop it! What the fuck are you doing -"

"You've been burdened by fear of your powers for far too long," Azazel whispers, nodding at Tom to continue as he picks up another skewer,"But, don't worry. I'm going to lift that burden..."

Sam screams as the skewer plunges through his stomach, and pushes through with little droplets of blood following. He lets out a shuddering breath as his vision begins to blur with tears.

Azazel walks over, and swipes his thumb under his eyes, brushing away the fresh tears. "It'll all be over soon. Once you've let go," He tucks his hands back behind his back, and continues,"You'll lead my army as you were destined to. And when the time comes, you'll be his vessel."

"V-vessel...?" The omega chokes out.

The demon simply says,"It'll all make sense, some day. You'll understand..." He nodded towards the other demon, and another skewer was picked up.

Sam forced himself to stare at the ceiling. He couldn't look at him, couldn't look at the monster that was trying to turn him into something he's not. And he couldn't look at himself either. He knew if he saw what was happening, he would throw up or pass out cold.

"It's intresting, just how disgustingly human you are," Tom comments, talking as normally as one would talk at a breakfast table.

Sam made the mistake of rolling his head to the side to look at his demon. Dark red blood coated the demon's hands and splattered against his casual clothes. The psychic blanched and forced himself to quickly look away.

"Damn it! Damn it," Dean roars, rolling off of the table with his futile efforts to escape. He lands on the wooden boards below with a 'thud',"Sammy!"

"Quiet him," Azazel commands Brady, who promptly waltzes over and kicks him in the stomach.

Winded, Dean croaks out,"S-Sammy..."

At this point, Tom has placed five skewers, and only has one left on his tray. He grabs the final one by the ring, and presses it against the trembling flesh of the psychic's throat as he whimpers softly.

"N-no, no, please," Dean groans, rolling to his side to look at Sam,"S-Sam... Please, don't - SAMMY!"

Sam gags as the skewer goes through his throat, and he can only stare dead ahead, wide eyed like a fish out of water as his mouth opens and closes. Tears trickle down his cheeks as blood begins to pool in his mouth, surging up from the back of his throat.

"Tom," Azazel presses.

Psychically, Sam beseeches Dean, meeting his pleading eyes,'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. T-tell my dad I love him.'

'No,' Dean screams internally, shaking his head,'You'll tell him yourself. You've gotta make it, Sammy. Please, please, just hold on - Our dad's, they followed me here... They could be here any second -'

'Dean,' Sam presses, his eyes going soft,'It's okay. It's okay.'

'No, no, it's not,' Dean shakes his head frantically,'It's not okay. I want to have time with you. I want to t-try and be something... more with you, without shame or regret - Fuck, I-I can't even begin tell you how I feel...'

'You don't have to say anything. I know,' Sam nods as tears slid down his cheek.

Sam suddenly felt very dizzy and very…light, like he was no longer attached to his body. What little feeling he had left in his body disappeared, and his vision started to waver.

Tom begins to chant, his voice starting to fade away,"In nomine magni, dei nostri Satanas..."

SPNSPN

Sam bolted awake, his body coated in a cold sweat and his heart racing wildly in his chest. He was in his room, in his bed, safe and sound. It had only been a horrific, far too realistic nightmare after all. Forcing himself to take slow, deep breaths, he shakily got to his feet and tried to shake the fragments of the nightmare from his mind.

Glancing at his bedside clock, the omega realised that he had slept-in longer than he usually did. The bright red digits read 7:04 am. Trying to regain some composure, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was eerily empty, since his dad was usually bustling about, answering phones and taking notes.

"Dad?" The psychic yells, walking about the kitchen. He turns around, nearly colliding with the seasoned hunter with a yelp.

Bobby stares straight at him, his features not even twitching following the near collision. "He's waiting for you, in the living room," He states, slowly raising his arm to point towards the doorway.

Sam frowns slightly, but doesn't question further. He simply follows the pointed finger into the darkened living room. A figure is sitting on the old leather couch, but they're bathed in shadows so that he can't see them. The omega takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet as the shadows seemingly warble before his eyes.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you buddy. Not sure you could handle me," A voice purrs from the darkness, honeyed and proud.

The psychic blinks slowly, and takes a cautious step back. "What do you want?" He questions.

"...Just let go."

Sam Winchester let out the breath he was again holding despite him not wanting to, as a mild whining gasp. "What?" He gasps out.

"Let... go," The voice echoes across the throes of the large building, making cold pricks run down Sam's spine.

An expansion of light, pure and untainted by the travesties of man rose from the couch, shushing Sam in soothing tones, cold air wafted across his nose with every breath. And the light pushed at Sam's eyelids, making them burn as they fell closed. The thing's face made the omega wish he could go blind and insane, but the thing would never let him. It hurt, all the way down to his soul, he could feel the thing there. But it was sublime. Beautiful beyond words.

"Be strong," The voice hisses, bright tendrils of light raveling around Sam, "This is my true form, and you're the only one that has any hope of seeing it and living. Just look."

Sam gasped in terror, "What are you?"

But the mass of energy didn't answer right away, instead, it reached out, a tendril along Sam's cheekbones, back and forth until his tears were gone. It ran another tendril gently down and up Sam's hair, the cold dipping running through each strand' until he relaxed, leaning into the thing.

"I am the voice calling you away from the weakness that stifles your true potential," The mass leans closer to Sam's face, the air around it cold against his ear, "Now leave it behind. Leave them behind. It is humanity's true nature to fail at every turn. So, just... let go."

Sam shakes his head, shivering, as he murmurs,"No, no, I can't. I won't let go," He straightens up, pushing away from the freezing expanse of light,"I won't let you turn me into something I'm not. Something..."

"Evil?" If the thing had lips, it'd be smirking as it hisses,"You're afraid of your own because you think it makes you bad. Evil. A word created a very long time ago by humans with very little minds. They can't begin to comprehend what you are, what you can be... If you stopped being afraid and just let go."

"I-I can't," The omega whispers, closing his eyes.

The thing sighs, almost annoyed. "You can, Sam. You just won't because humanity's fear of the unknown is like a dead weight on your back - A burden," He speaks again, the cold wisps reaching out towards the psychic,"Let go. Cast the weight off your back! Be unburdened at last!"

"I let go once," Sam chokes out, trying to avoid the extending tendrils as he walks backwards,"...never again."

"Oh, Sam," The thing voices,"Still, so, so, disgustingly human... You feel like you don't fit in among them, the humans. You don't. Even when you tried to save them... they feared you, loathed you..."

There was an impact in the air, thunder with no sound. The demon let out a final pathetic wall before his entire body illuminated a sickly orange and he went limp, his body free falling from the ceiling. With a stomach lurching crunch his vessel smacked to the concrete and broke like an egg on impact. But instead of yolk, it was blood that's splashed over both of them.

Dean nearly vomits right then and there as he shakily wipes the blood from his face, scrubbing it with the sleeve of his jacket. "S-Sam..." He manages to choke out, his gaze falling on the boy.

"I… I don't remember that... Why don't I..." Sam flinched and chokes out,"Why..."

"Your dear old dad, he erased your memories of the night you let go for the first time because he was afraid of what you'd do with your new found power," The thing explains, its voice oozing false sympathy,"They fear you, Sam. They all fear you because what humans don't understand..."

The omega stubbornly shakes his head and growls,"They're right to be afraid of me. If what you've shown me is true, then I am something to be feared..."

"You'll defend them to the last word, won't you," It purrs, a tendril gliding up and down Sam's eyelashes,"The time has come at last to open your eyes to the truth."

"What are you going to do to me—"

"I pose no threat to you. I am here to guide you, to uncover your eyes and show you the true menace that lurks in the darkest shadows of your life and reveal to you where your ultimate salvation lies. And where better to start, Sam, than the beginning, the beginning of the lies," A tendril ran up from his eyelashes to his forehead, pressing into his skull like an ice pick.

Sam screamed. The thing showed him much, too much.

The man glances up, his eyes glaring yellow like jaundice, in the dark room. "He's perfect," He finally utters, Running a hand across the infant's head of unruly brown hair. The baby food again, still lapping up the remnants of blood from his little magenta lips,"You've... done well. Better then I expected you, too."

"A-anything for you," The woman declares, splaying her fingers across her throat.

"What is his name," The man holds out a pinkie to the infant, and his lips quirk ever so slightly when he grabs it and easily crushes it with his grip.

"Sam. His name is Sam," The woman answers, taking a tentative step closer to him.

The man leans down, gently tugging his finger from the infant's grip. "You'll be the strongest of them, Sam," He holds his wrist to the infant, satisfied when he begins to suckle at it.

The memory changes.

"You just made these decisions, and you messed around with people's heads, with their memories… what if you'd got something wrong? You could have turned them into drooling invalids!"

"I wouldn't get it wrong, it's not how it works--"

"You're a freak," She snarls, slowly backing away," A damn freak. Tell your daddy to lose my number. I don't want to have to set a damn foot near you ever again."

The memory changes.

Brady looked ill, and Sam felt his heart sink. Was it really so repulsive, what he could do? The hunter shook his head, like he was trying to work the feelings loose, brush them off. "God! N-never again..."

"B-Brady... p-please..."

"No! F-freak," Brady chokes out, standing up abruptly from the bed," Damn it. Sam, I didn't mean it – Sam!"

The memory changes

"H-how long have you been possessing him?" Sam stutters.

"For quite a while now. A few months maybe," Brady says squeezing his thigh, laughing so hard that his head goes back," Aw, that's fucking adorable. You were hoping that maybe, just maybe, all those cruel words he spat at you weren't his own. That he had a little demon on his shoulder telling him to verbally tear you to pieces. No, Sam… that was all chicken-shit Tyson Brady."

The memory changes.

"No, Sam. Just. Just let me…" The blatant answer actually made Sam flinch. Dean puts a hand over his face and takes a deep breath, "Sam, I'm sorry. But I can't let you in. I can't stand…" He trails off.

Immediately Dean's eyes fill with regret, but he goes completely silent. The omega bows his head slightly, staring at the hands settled on his lap. He flinched again when he felt one of the latter's hands settle on his, a gentle, reassuring presence. He quickly pulls his hand away, as if burned, and keeps his head bowed.

The memory changes.

"…You killed them?" Dean sounds hesitant, doubtful.

Sam gulps thickly, and quickly says,"It doesn't matter. The point is after that I was done with hunting. That night has a hold over me I may never be able to shake, and it doesn't matter that these people were possessed. They were still people; trapped, innocent people, and I killed them to save myself. It's my burden to bear."

The memory changes.

"D-Dean," Sam whimpers softly,"Please, let him go."

"Why? You do know that he's afraid of you, right? Terrified, even," Max scoffs.

The memory changes.

"His eyes are yellow," Dean's finishes and his eyes widen at the realization,"That's his son, that's the son of the bastard that killed my mother -"

"He killed his mother, too!"

"You knew," Dean seethes, stomping over with the knife raised until he was a mere foot away,"You knew what he was, but you still let him live - You still let him grow i-into this! This thing, this monster!"

Humans in their worst; hairless apes, the tainted ones, the most flawed, murderous of all the Lord's creations—Only the thing, Lucifer, the light bringer, the Morningstar, could see them for what they are.

"Oh yes, Sammy. Do you begin to see? The broken promises, empty words? The deeds of the lowly vermin," Lucifer asserts, all of its tendrils running over Sam's body as it pulsed gently,"Do you see reality now. Sam—the true monster behind the lies? The pathetic vermin who would have you perish through weakness and uncertainty?"

"….Yes."

"Then you are ready at last," And Sam could feel himself grow warmer as the light slowly started to dissipate. Then, a voice in the wind,"...Break free... Unleash your power... No fear."

Sam took a shaking breath, his fingers clenching into fists at his side. "Never again," He vows.

SPNSPN

Dean watches with horror as Tom continues to chant around Sam's unconscious body, adjusting each of the skewers as he does so. The unconcious omega, moans and mutters under his breath, rolling his head to the side against the bonds. His body suddenly begins to tremble and his breath quickens.

"Don't worry, perfectly normal," Tom assures,"He's struggling in there. Trying to fight against him. Quite foolish of him."

"Very," Azazel agrees.

Another demon he assumes walks into the room, wearing the meatsuit of a young woman with a blonde pixie cut. She smirks and states,"I have it, but I've also brought guests," She curls her hand into a fist and abruptly, two all too familiar figures come flying through the doorway,"I didn't think you'd want me to waste too perfectly good meatsuits. Especially ones with such intimate knowledge of the hunting community."

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is that..." Azazel trails off dramatically, his lips curling into a sneer,"It is! John Winchester, the poor sap who's wife I cooked extra crispy."

"Bastard," John snarls, attempting to stand.

Azazel sighs,"It's a shame what happened to her, Johnny. I actually quite liked her, she had spunk," The demon makes a motion with his hand and sends the seasoned hunter flying back into the wall. His head hits it with a crunch, and he slumps, unconcious.

"Dad! Dad," Dean barks in alarm,"No, no, no..." Then he hears a soft moan as his dad's body twitches slightly, and he attempts to get up again.

Azazel turns to Bobby, and utters,"And you, Bobby Singer. The man who raised my boy," He laughs coldly,"I guess this is kinda awkward, isn't it?"

Bobby scoffs and growls,"He's not your boy. He never was."

John looks back and forth between the two of them, confusion coloring his features. "What the hell is he talking about, Bobby?" He inquires, but his fellow hunter just shoots him a look that says 'later'.

"He is by blood," Azazel reminds him, his voice growing irritated.

"Family don't end with blood. I held him when he cried, I fed him when he was hungry, I tucked him into bed when he could barely hold his damn eyes open," Bobby snarls, his eyes narrowed dangerously,"I was there for him his entire life, while you watched from the shadows. He's my boy, damn it!"

Azazel's lips twitch into a smile as he admits,"I may have been a bit of an absentee father, but soon, he'll be ready to take up the family business. He'll be by my side as the world falls down."

Brady steps beside John, gives him a kick in the face to be a dick, and extracts something from his pocket. "I believe you'll be needing this," He says handing something to the yellow eyed demon, bowing his head slightly.

"Kiss ass," Meg hisses.

"Cunt," Brady retorts.

"Always squabbling for father's love," The yellow-eyed demon sighs, holding what was handed to him up for examination. It was a revolver that had most of the finish missing, giving it an aged appearance, plus a carving of a pentagram decorated its handle,"The inscription reads 'non timebo mala' which means 'I will fear no evil'. Tell me, just where in the hell did you find it -"

John opens his mouth, probably to tell him to shove it, but Meg interupts,"Daniel Elkins, a hunting buddy of theirs."

"Fascinating," Azazel comments, sliding the colt into his jacket pocket,"We'll be needing this for later."

Tom's chants stop abruptly as Sam begins to shake violently again this bonds, his eyes still closed tightly as he breathes harshly. "...dei nostri Satanas," The demon attempts to continue chanting.

"Sam? Sammy!" Dean screams.

Sam thrusts his head back and forth, banging it against the lab table as he grunts in pain. Then his lips part and he cries out, tossing his head back and forth as the room begins to steadily shake. The wooden floor boards creak and begin to rumble in their places, and the walls shake, dust raining down as the entire house wobbles and rocks.

"What is it, Tom?" Azazel growls, grabbing the demon by his shoulder.

Flinching, and backing away from the table, Tom admits,"I-I don't know..." He glances to the side, and noticed his sister sneaking out the back,"Meg-"

Sam's scream tore through his throat, like a great shard of glass. His hazel hues went wide with horror, his mouth rigid and open, his face gaunt and immobile. His fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails scratching against the metal table holding him upright. It went through everyone in the room like a thousand needles of ice, it echoed against the walls, through the ghost town, to the trees all around it, making them vibrate. All of the demons stumbled back a few paces.

It made the hair strand straight up on the back of Dean's neck. It was the loudest most piercing scream he had ever heard. "Sammy," He cries out in alarm.

Sam takes a deep breath, and went deadly calm, the room falling silent with him. One could hear a needle drop on the creaky floor. A ring swirls around his eyes, a ring of yellow that surrounds his hazel hues. The area around his eyes eyes is blood red, like a rash of some sort had broken out around them. He barely tilts his head up, and all of the skewers imbedded in his body, go flying out with spurts of blood and thrust into the demon who'd put them there, pinning him against the wall.

Azazel smirks, and murmurs,"He's finally let go."

Sam slowly blinks, and one of the bonds holding his wrists, bursts free and he pushes his hand forward towards the demons scattered about the room. "Bring me Tyson Brady," He commands, his voice like frigid water. Wind rushes into the room, and all of the demons' eyes widen as the psychic's power washes over them.

Brady's everpresent smirk melted right off his face. "A-Azazel, stop... Stop him! Now," He exclaims in horror, but the latter makes no love to intervene.

Dean gapes in horror as the demons look at one another, taking in the command. "Sam," He chokes out, going to his feet when his ropes all of a sudden snap and fall to the floor,"...Stop it, stop this...!"

Blades are drawn, fists are raised, and in seconds, all hell breaks loose. The demons surge forward against the one as the psychic looks on his expression stone cold, lifeless like a corpse's. Then he tilts his head again, his mouth twitching, and growls lowly. The other demons had managed to pin down the one, and were now bringing him snarling and snapping like a rabid dog.

Sam turned a little, and calmly lifted a hand towards Brady. He was a dozen feet away. "Tell me, is your vessel still alive, Brady?" He questions softly.

"Y-Yes," Brady struggles to keep the truth from slipping past his own lips. A smile suddenly made its way across his lips as he says,"Very impressive, Sammy. You've finally let go, but now, I'm going to keep that little promise I made to you a little while ago. Now, bend over."

Still deathly calm, Sam slowly rose his arms into the air, his fists to the sky. He rolled his head back. All of the bonds that held him against the lab table suddenly snapped and then he was slowly walking towards the demon. The air began to turn about him, dust rising at his passing.

Dean nearly choked with fear of what he was doing. He had seen this only once before, and it'd come to no good end. "Sam," He pleads,"Reign it back in. Control it! Sam... Sammy!"

Sam either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him. His face showed no emotion. "I see no need to preserve your vessel, seeing as its already dead," He rests a hand on the demon's chest and utters coolly,"I'm going to hurt you. But, when I do, I don't want you to make a sound. Not one."

Sam presses his palm against the demon's neck, and drags it across. Dean watches in silence as little fluid filled welts rose on the demon's vessel's skin. When the omega pressed down a little harder, the welts filled with blood. The psychic splayed his fingers across his neck and blood began to weep from the tears in the demon's vessel's flesh. Then came the smell; a smell like burning flesh as the skin on the vessel began to sizzle like bacon on a frying pan.

"Look at me. I want to see it in your eyes," Sam commands, placing his other hand on Brady's stomach.

Brady glances up, silent tears of unthinkable agony trickling down his face as steam rose from his body. But, he didn't make a sound, not even as his eyelids melted and dripped down his cheekbones like hot wax. The demons holding him had to move their hands away, inch by inch, as the body began to disintegrate under their grip. The three hunters present, learned for a fact that demons did die.

"I've never felt power like this before," Sam states, his voice like a silent scream as he at last removes his hands. With graceful smoothness, he turns around and begins to walk towards the yellow eyed demon,"Seize him."

Azazel snarls as half a dozen demons swarm over him, like ants over discarded food in the grass. He smiles coldly and attempts to throw the lower demons off to the side. Only for the force of his powers to be cancelled out as a feeling of frigid water washes through his vessel's veins. He glances up, only to see a pair of narrowed eyes glaring right at him. Three demons at either side of him grab his arms and pull them taut, slamming him on to his knees.

"Well done, Sam," Azazel praises, futilely struggling against the many demons keeping him in place,"You've come a long way from bending spoons. I'm proud of you..."

Sam cocks his head to the side. "I've done what you wanted. I let go," The coldness of his voice sends a shiver down Dean's spine.

"And still, you've barely stratched the surface," The yellow eyed demon states, trying to push forward again,"I want to help you. Our time is coming soon, son. You and me, side by side, fighting the war that is to come... together."

Dean goes towards him, one hand extended as he says,"Sammy..." He sets his hand on his shoulder squeezing it tightly.

Sam spins around, his hand lifted in the air as Dean goes flying across the room, and slams against the wall. The yellow in his eyes glints in the light as he inclines his head forward. Then he curls his fingers and watches, unflinching, as the latter begins to struggle to breath.

"S-Sammy, s-s-stop..." Dean wheezes. His lungs feel like they're being crushed in the latter's grip, but he still manages to swallow another mouthful of air with much effort,"I'm not afraid of you. Look at me, Sammy. I'm not afraid..."

"You are," The omega hisses, his hands beginning to shake,"You, all of you, will always be afraid of what you don't understand... Always."

"No. No, I'm not," The alpha says, panting,"I'm not afraid of you. The real you. The sweet, brave, selfless Sam, that I feel for. This isn't you."

'Yes, it is,' Lucifer hisses within the confines of his head,'You've just been trapped, alone, in the confines of a cage of your own making. But, now, at last, you're free... You've let go. No fear.'

"...It's too late," The psychic whispers aloud,"They've won... This is me."

"No. No it's not," Dean replies,"It's not too late, damn it! Listen to me, Sam. I'm here, you're not alone. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid!"

'Lies. Listen to how the hairless ape spews lie after lie, to try and bring you back down to its level,' Lucifer chuckles deeply and the cold increases,'It's finished. You're gone... You're ours' now.'

'...No. You won't win.'

Lucifer sounds genuinely curious as he questions,'And why's that?'

Sam inhales deeply, feels shivers run down his spine as he replies,'Because you are alone. You've always been alone,' He gulps and goes on,'I am... not.'

"It's okay, Sammy. I'm here. I'm here," Dean chokes out as he begins to go limp, his eyes slowly closing,"N-not... afraid..."

Sam's eyes widen, his pupils dilating as he freezes for a brief second. Then he shakes his head and blinks rapidly, struggling for breath. The omega tilts his head in the alpha's direction, and breaks the ropes with a motion of his hand.

"It's okay. I-I'm reigning it back in. Oh, God. I'm sorry," The omega gasps out, gently lowering him to the ground, and running towards him. He runs his hands over his face, gripping his cheeks as he pulls him close,"I'm so sorry... Oh, God, I almost..."

The alpha shakes his head, and grips the hands touching his face. "You've got nothing to be sorry for," The alpha says in return,"You were right. I was afraid of you. I was terrified. But, I'm not, not anymore. I never will be, again."

'Stop apologizing for not being human,' Lucifer groans in annoyance from within his head,'Don't you see? It's your humanity that makes you weak... That makes you like them.'

'No,' Sam objects,'It's what makes me strong...'

Lucifer smiles at that, inclining his head to the side,'We'll see. Until next time, Sammy.' And just like that, he's gone. Like snow melting underneath the warmth of the sun.

"Sam," Azazel snarls,"What are you doing - "

"Be quiet," Sam commands, silent thunder reverberating as he stands and Dean goes to his side,"And listen to me."

Azazel's lips press together against his will, and he stares wide eyed at the psychic. His breathing is harsh, angry as he attempts to break the psychic hold on himself to no avail.

"All my life, different sides have been tugging me left and right, to fight for them," Sam starts off, his lips a thin line. His scent is like cold and bitter mint, not the usual sweet,"Everyone is trying to make me something I'm not; into some kind of nuclear war head. That's not what I am. I am not a weapon in someone's damn war," He takes a shaking breath, gulps heavily, before going on,"I'm done fighting. I won't do it a damn second longer."

The omega takes a step back, and snaps his fingers. The demons explode in a crimson splash of organs and claret, swashing all over him. He tilts his chin upward slightly and the colt slides out of the yellow eyed demon's pocket, into his hand.

"Sam," Dean says softly, gripping his wrist. Sam turns to him, his lips parted ever so slightly as the colt hangs limply at his side.

Dean leaned up and tentatively pressed his lips against the omega's. Sam's heart stopped. The alpha's hands instantly were cupping his face, pulling the omega into the kiss with restrained desire. But, almost as soon as the kiss had begun, it was over. The hunter stared at the psychic, confused, as they stared at one another, lips swollen, their faces an inch apart. The psychic's chest heaved against his own as they both panted.

As an answer, Sam simply shakes his head, glancing up at Dean. The yellow ring around his eyes dissipates, and he chokes out,"You won't ever have to worry about me, again, I promise. I'm not going to take over the world, or whatever horseshit they were trying to make me do," He gently pushes the latter away from him, and takes an unsteady step back.

"Sam," Bobby objects, standing,"Son, please..."

"No," The omega states firmly,"I can't, not anymore. They were right, about some things. I've been afraid of myself, of what I can do, for as long as I can remember. It's time that I stop apologizing for not being human."

The yellow eyed demon hisses,"No one will ever understand you, not the way I do. I can help you -"

"Maybe not," The psychic admits, his expression neutral,"But, you are like the rest of them. You'll try and turn me into something I'm not, too."

"You're making a huge mistake, choosing them over your own flesh and blood -"

Sam makes a fist, and Azazel gags violently, his body throwing itself forward as blood sprays from his lips. "You may have created me, but you are not my father. And I am not your son," Sam turns to Bobby, his expression softening,"I already have a father."

Bobby's lips quirk ever so slightly at that. Sam then takes the colt and drops it on the floor, facing all three hunters. "Finish this," He orders, and with that he turns on his heel and walks out the door.

It's raining outside, but Sam hardly notices as his worn tennis shoes squish in the muddy ground. The rain trickles down his messy, bloodied hair and down his face, leaving a light pink residue. He walked out of the ghost town, trying to ignore the scattered bodies of his brother's and sisters, and down the road, then he kept on walking. He walked and walked, until he was nothing but a dot in the distance.

SPNSPN

In the end, it was John that shot Azazel with the colt. Dean honestly couldn't find it in himself to care whether the yellow eyed demon lived or died at this point. All in all, the end of the monster that had torn part their family, was a bit anticlimactic. A pull of a trigger, a deafening gunshot, and it was over.

Bobby had already retreated in his truck, knowing all too well that John would be seeking an explanation from him. One he couldn't give for his son's safety. Sam and Bobby, the unlikeliest of families, both stuck to their guns and did everything they could do in their power for the other. After all, family didn't end with blood.

Dean stayed with John, helped him build a gigantic pyre to salt and burn all of the bodies scattered about the ghost town. The town had enough bitter spirits. With starter fluid and salt scattered over the wooden bed, for the bodies were so fresh the corpses just looked like they were sleeping, he threw the lighter. Eventually the ferocious flames of the fire died down and only the glimmering embers were left, shrouded in ash.

The light drizzle had abruptly turned into a downpour. Finally, after hours of tense silence, John spoke loudly over the pouring rain,"It's not over yet."

Dean tears his gaze away from the dampened pile of charred wood, and furrows his brow at the statement. "What do you mean," He asks, fearing the answer.

"Sam," John answers plainly, droplets running over his wrinkled face as he frowns deeply.

Dean smiles mirthlessly, and he shakes his head, feels the rain run down his neck. "You still can't let it go, can you?" He inquires, his voice choking up,"You can't let him go? Dad, he saved us! He practically handed us the bastard on the platter!"

"I know," The seasoned hunter growls,"But, you saw what he did. You saw what he can do! What happens if he changes his mind, huh?"

"He won't," The hunter spits, his scent becoming like the smoldering pyre before him,"I know him. He wants a normal life, okay? He wants, more than anything in this world, to get away from all of this!"

"I can't take that chance -"

Dean's voice takes on a scathing tone as he exclaims,"It's over for fuck's sake, you stubborn bastard! It's done," His mouth is twisted in a sneer as he goes on,"But, you won't let it go, will you? Because you don't know how to! You don't know how to go on now that there isn't some grandiose mission to keep you going!"

"You'll show me some respect, boy -"

"No, I won't," The hunter replies coldly,"I won't respect a man that would go after a boy just because of what he's scared he may do, rather than what he's done."

John's posture stiffens as he takes in the latter's words. "So, that's it then?" He inquires shakily,"You're just done? Just like that!"

Dean turns around, sticks his hands in his jacket's pockets, and begins his muddy march towards the car. "Oh, by the way, I'm keeping the damn car. You gave it to me, and well, no one likes an Indian giver," He states, jingling the keys as he heads in the direction of the car.

"If you walk away, don't you ever come back! You hear me, boy? Ever!" John screams in rage as the rain pours on, nearly drowning out his objections,"You stay gone!"

Dean opens his car door, slides in and sits in the seat for a second, contemplating what he's just done. Next to him, on the passenger side of the car, there's a backpack on its side. Sam's backpack. The alpha cautiously picks it up, and settles it in his lap, before nosing through its contents. It was what one would expect; neatly folded clothes that he'd lent him, various books of lore, a pack of gum, and a bunch of receipts.

Dean lifted one shirt from the bottom, the plain white shirt Sam had been wearing when they'd first met, and he pressed it to his nose. The smell of pine and sweet spearmint tickled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. He dropped the shirt on his lap, watches it as wet spots rise on the fabric, and leaned back in his seat, staring at the roof of the car.

Then, the alpha put the keys in the ignition and drove away. He refused to look back. He couldn't, not if he ever wanted to move on. That's what he had to do, if he ever truly wanted to break free from his father.

The longer the hunter drove, the worse the damned storm got. Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Rain hammered all around him, an impenetrable salvo of bullets. His windshield wipers were at maximum power, going so fast to clear his view it made his eyes hurt. A brave or foolish soul was on the side of the road, sitting cross legged with their arms crossed over their chest as they attempted to shield their body from the onslaught. He watched the person with a sense of worry.

Dean's brakes screeched as he went skidding to a halt as he got a good look at the person. He was out of the car and running to where he saw him, faster than a kid chasing an ice cream truck. Dean grabbed a shivering Sam by the shoulders and led him to the car, trying his best to shield him from the sweeping rain.

"What the hell are you doing out in a storm like that?" Dean admonished as he slammed the car door shut against the screaming wind.

"Y-you're one t-t-to talk," Sam shivered, and large hazel eyes gazed up at him.

The alpha ignored the comment and turned the heaters onto full blast. The omega held his hands out to it, rubbing them together to try and coax some warmth back into them.

The hunter takes a deep breath, and exhales through his nostrils. "You ran out of there without even letting me squeeze a word in," He says bitterly.

"I know. I'm sorry," The psychic states, avoiding the latter's gaze,"I-I just... I knew if anyone could talk me out of it... i-it'd be you."

"And what's 'it'?"

"I was gonna go away for a while," Sam states simply,"Use what little of my summertime I have left, to try and find the people that survived this shit storm."

Dean mutely shakes his head. "Sam, I don't know how to tell you this," He gulps heavily, and explains,"Ash found you because of the unusual amount of demon activity in the area around Cold Oak, but he found another anomaly. Almost simultaneously, the few remaining psyhcics that weren't taken out by Gordon or lifted by Brady, were just fucking... gone. Ash and Ellen gathered some of the few hunters that were available to check it out, and they found nothing. Just some empty houses without so much as a note."

"So, that's it? T-they're just gone," The omega gasps out in disbelief,"No, no, they can't just... Oh, God. Oh, fuck..." He rests his hands over his mouth as he struggles to breathe.

The alpha was about to speak, but paused as he saw the agony in the omega's eyes, pain that he was trying so futilely to withhold. He looked close to breaking now, and he saw his throat hitching with silent sobs.

"You're not alone," Dean states at last, yet he could not bring himself to look at him,"Sam, you're not alone. I'm not gonna leave you... I'm not afraid."

"Don't..." Sam trails off, turning to glare at his door. His scent darkens with the smell of burning toast,"I-I get why you said it before, Dean, you were desperate and afraid... Just, please, don't say things that you don't mean."

The alpha grabbed the omega's wrist in a near brushing grip, and his words hisssed out like a tea kettle,"Sam," He starts,"I meant every single damn word I said before. I need you to see that, to understand that... I'm not afraid of you anymore. I will never be afraid of you again."

"You don't mean that," The psychic whispers pathetically.

"I do," The hunter stresses,"Fuck, Sammy, I do. If you don't believe me, then read my mind. Just look, and see for yourself."

Sam's eyes flash up at that. "You wouldn't let me before."

"I'm letting you now."

The omega closes his eyes, raises his fingers to his temple. and pushes into the latter's mind. He's surprised at the ease in which he enters. When he does, all he sees is memory after memory of the two of them, all bleeding together until they all blur together. But one sticks out among the rest, and he feels the alpha pushing it forward within the confines of his mind.

Silas coughs and shakes his head,"I j-just pray that y-you know better now. T-that you don't judge s-someone one b-by what y-you're a-afraid they'll do, rather t-than what t-they've done."

Dean shakes his head, gripping his jawline as he chokes out,"I-I can't. Y-you shouldn't have shown me, damn it... I'm not strong enough to -"

"Y-You are," The psychic insists,"I-I've seen it in you, young man. You're not like your father. You can be different from him, better then him, but o-only if you choose to be. And I know you've seen that S-Sam S-Singer is anything, b-but a monster... h-he just needs you t-there to remind him..." He extends his fingers to his temple, coughs a final time and his head starts to teeter off to the side. His fingers feel gracelessly to the floor, rapping against the hard wood below.

"S-Silas? Silas. Silas. Silas!" Dean exclaims, slotting his fingers against the old man's neck to check for a pulse. Nothing.

The alpha groans when all of a sudden his head begins to throb, and he closes his eyes at the abrupt pain. Under the darkness of his eyelids, a movie begins to play in his vision. The hunter sees the young psychic with his eyes of hazel and honey, peaking up from the curtain of his bangs. The curve of his bubblegum pink lips as he tries to choke back laughter. His enthralling scent that sang 'omega' in notes of spearmint and pine. Looking back, it was probably love at first sight, but he was too shrouded in his father's shadow to see it then.

Sam opens his eyes, his fingers falling from his temple onto his lap as he slowly cocks his head to the side. "D-Dean..?"

Sam refuses to look away, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists and a lone tear traced down his cheek. Dean scoots closer to him, until their knees are touching. Sam's eyes widen in surprise, and more tears escape.

"Sammy," Dean sighed, but there were no words he could say that could express all the emotions he was feeling right then. Without bothering to ask for permission, he grabbed him by his waist and kissed him.

The alpha kissed the omega and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. The hunter's hand rested below his ear, his thumb caressing his cheek as their breaths mingled. The psychic ran his fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and he could feel the beating of the hunter's heart against his chest.

Dean's lips parted slightly as he looked at him with a heat in his eyes that made Sam's lower body stir with emotion. The omega gave him a look, practically begging with his eyes; a heavy musk highlighted with that same sharp spearmint and a thin layer of sweet filled the small space. The alpha's eyes tightened and the omega could see conflict flicker through them, as if he was fighting some internal battle.

Sam reached a tentative arm out, gripping his knee. Dean closed his eyes. "S-Sammy," He whispered in a strained voice as he inhales deeply. He pressed a hesitant, chaste kiss at the side of his neck, right at the base where his neck connected to his shoulder. His scent, his taste was intoxicating.

"Dean," Sam breathed softly, gently sweeping his arm from his lap. The alpha offered no resistance as the omega tentatively pushed himself up onto his lap. The storm outside shook the car, rain pelting the glass as he clings onto him.

The alpha's body was tense and his hands were fists. Looking down, the omega could see the tent of his desire that he had been hiding. The psychic ran his hand up his clothedstomach, feeling the contour of his solid muscles. The hunter's breathing halted sharply, but he still didn't make a move to return or deny the affection.

"D-Do you want this...?" Dean questions, his voice hitching as the latter's hand halts on the space between his muscled chest.

"Yes," Sam murmured, his free hand caressing Dean's jaw.

Dean's eyes shot open and he caught his hand. Sam gazed into his piercing green eyes, seeing an intensity that rocked him to his core. "Damn it, Sammy," Dean cursed, before leaning up and crashing his lips into his.

Dean was forceful, this time, his impatient lips assailing Sam's own. Sam opened his mouth under his and let him in as Dean leaned forward and his body slammed Sam's into the seat. The omega's legs instinctively spread for him, his damp shirt riding up and exposing his toned stomach. The alpha shifted his weight and placed himself between them, his hips pressing down into the omega's quickly hardening member.

Sam's right hand buried itself in Dean's messy, moist hair while his left found the neck of his shirt, annoyingly still clothed. He moaned a loud sound of frustration while pulling at it. The omega barely felt his lips leave his own before he felt the wonderful heat of the alpha's skin against his own. The psychic suddenly noticed his shirt was gone as well, and his fingertips sunk into the hunter's chest as he tried to pull him closer.

Dean's hand greedily moved up the latter's body until he found Sam's hardened nipples. Unable to contain his anticipation, Sam moaned longingly into the kiss. The omega hissed as the alpha kneaded his pecs, finding his nipple between two fingers. The psychic's hiss melts into a pleasured groan as the hunter's pressure on his nipple shot pleasure through my body. The psychic slowly started rolling my hips into him as his desire got out of control, and he received a groan from the hunter in response.

"Sammy... if we keep this going, you're gonna to have to tell me to stop, okay? Because I won't," Dean chokes out, his voice jagged and his breath quick, sounding like he was trying futilely to reign himself in.

Sam met his eyes with hardened resolve, "I-I don't want you to stop, Dean. I-I w-want this... W-want you," Sam's face flushed bright in embarrassment and he buried his face in Dean's shoulder,"Please, please, just..."

That was all Dean needed to hear. Dean leaned down to catch one of his nipples in his mouth, and Sam's breath hitched as he felt his moist, plush lips wrap around the hardened flesh. His other hand found the other neglected nub, squeezing and massaging it. The alpha suddenly slid a hand down the back of the omega's wet pants, his other hand restoring them to his ankles. The hunter continued his exploration, a finger circling around his hole, the source of his wet heat. It twitched and opened at his touch.

Sam's breath hitched as he shook against Dean, like a sapling in a storm, and then he inhaled sharply, arching his back as Dean pushed two fingers inside. They slid in so easily, and so Dean abandoned his pecs, and immediately added a third finger. The alpha pulls his hand back, his fingers are glistening with the omega's slick, the sweet, heady scent of omega fertility filling the heated car.

That's when Sam really and truly looked at Dean. That perfect, sculpted body of the alpha hovering over the omega's, the mass within his jeans, his plush lips glistening, his muscles rippling down his taught arms. The hunter suddenly grabbed the buckle of his belt and undid it painfully slow, as he slid it out and threw it the floorboard of the car. In seconds his boxers and jeans were haphazardly thrown to the backseat, and he was enveloping the psychic's body with his own, once more.

Sam bites his lip as he chokes out,"I've wanted you so bad."

Dean returned his fingers into Sam's damp heat, and he started pumping them in and out, his motions driving him over the edge. Sam couldn't help but flex his narrow hips into him with each movement. The alpha's fingers slid easily in and out of the omega, his heat slick with desire. As his fingers slipped in and out of the psychic's wetness, he thought about how amazing the hunter was going to feel inside of him. He looked up and his emerald eyes were on him, peering down with a desire to satisfy.

"C-can I look into your mind," Sam pants, his hazel hues wide with desire.

"W-why...?"

"When a person makes love, you drop every defense, and to a telepath it's all mirrors: reflecting each other's feelings deeper and deeper…until, somewhere along the line, your souls mix. And it's a feeling so profound it makes you hurt. It's the only moment in a telepath's life when you no longer hear the voices," The omega explains softly, his lips trembling as his breathing quickens.

The alpha hesitantly nods, and whispers,"Okay."

"Okay?"

"...Okay."

The blunt head of Dean's member soon pressed against him and Sam opened up, giving soft little cries as his member penetrated him. It's a dull ache for the omega, the fullness slowly sliding up into him. The alpha tries to start off slow, let his omega get used to the new sensation. The hunter moaned lowly against his neck as he drove his cock in and out of his hole. It tightened and gripped around him. Slick dripping warm and wet between them.

The car creaked beneath them as thrust after thrust pushed Sam against the leather seats and rocked the entire space. Dean braced a hand against the window, smearing his hand print into the fogged glass to stop himself being crushing against Sam. Abruptly the alpha shifted on top of him, not halting his thrusts, and seizes a hand around the omega's neglected member. The psychic gasped in surprise as he was unable to do anything as his head flung back and he came after only a few rough jerks.

Dean was so close as his fingers dug into Sam's hips and drove himself into him harder, deeper, faster. Even as his knot grew painfully, a gentle warning to slow his pace, the alpha didn't want to slow down. But, eventually his knot grew bigger and locked itself in the depths of his omega's tight heat.

Soft, magenta lips that were swollen and moist with saliva dropped open and a low moan escaped them. Sam's unruly, tangled mess of chestnut strands clung to a sweat soaked forehead and Dean kissed him deeply, passionately as he sucked a bite into his neck. Then his teeth sunk into the warm, tender flesh; marking the omega as his, binding them in an unbreakable pact until death did them part. Copper flowed into his mouth, and the cry of pain that followed rattled him to his core.

Sam sobbed softly, wrapped his arms around Dean. "Oh, God... Oh, God," He whimpers, sniffling.

Dean shushes him gently, his thrusts slowing to the tiniest of movements. He can't even manage another ten seconds before his hips stutter and he cums, flooding inside his omega. The alpha slumped against the omega, his chest heaving as he waited to regain his breathe. Still knotted, he turns them both onto their sides, spooning his exhausted, tuckered out new mate. The psychic trembled against him, his breathing heavy and erratic, as he entangles his fingers with the latter's and held them to his stomach.

It was still storming outside. Dean lazily flickered his gaze towards the windshield, and watched the rain continue to pour outside. Sam hummed softly as he ran his slender fingers up and down Dean's palm. The alpha hadn't even noticed that the radio was on, and he silently listened as his mate hummed along to Queen's "I Want To Break Free".

"What did you see, when you looked into my mind?" Dean questions, curious.

"You," Sam answers simply, a tired smile on his lips,"Just you."

Sam could have sworn he could hear his heart trying to beat wildly out of his chest as Dean twisted his head to kiss him. It was the most heartbreakingly slow kiss, as if all of their feelings were being conveyed to one another in this one moment.

So baby can't you seeI've got to break freeI've got to break freeI want to break free, yeahI want, I want, I want, I want to break free

Sam was finally free.