The Mark of the Beast Chapter 9
Chapter 8 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/51581.html
When Dean found Sam in Flagstaff, he had promised the teen that he would be able to finish school in South Bend. Sam had understood that to mean the rest of the school year before moving on, but in actuality it meant that South Bend would be their home base until Sam graduated.
Now that he had what he wanted, Sam wasn’t so sure that it was what he wanted. The stupid people that he’d been preparing to get away from he was now stuck with for another year. It was sad really, the same girls still hovered around the Impala after school and he still had to wade through the bitches that were bold enough to touch Dean. That wasn’t his problem; the problem was that Dean let them. To stop himself from embarrassing himself and pulling their hands off Dean and declaring that the Omega belonged to him, Sam just jumped into the car and demanded that Dean drive away.
So here he was a month into the new school year hoping that he could get through it without killing one of the Beta’s that were getting too close to Dean.
With nothing better to do, Sam decided to take advantage of not having to move a couple of weeks into the school year by actually making friends. John glared at him showing that he didn’t approve, but he was going to have as normal a high school experience as possible with or without his dad’s approval. The best way to experience high school was by making friends, because the last time he had those was when he was seven and they stayed with Uncle Bobby in Sioux Falls. Of course that only happened because Dean was pregnant and they thought that their dad was dead.
“So is Dean ever going to pick one of us or is he just being a tease,” Carole Riley asked as she interrupted his solitude.
Looking up at her from his position under the shade of the tree where he spent his lunch period, Sam alleged,
“You’re not blind and supposed to be smart, you see his mating mark so you must have figured out that he’s not going to choose anyone.”
“You don’t like me do you?” She asked ignoring his comment.
Sam’s attention went back to the paperback he was reading before she interrupted his solitude.
“Look, I know that we kind of got off on the wrong foot last year, but I think that we can be friends,” Carole said as she presented her had for Sam to shake.
“Why do you want to be my friend?” Sam asked as he stared up at her. “I can’t get you any closer to Dean so if that’s what you’re after you’re wasting your time sucking up to me.”
Carole blushed with shame at Sam’s scathing words, “Look Sam I know that I did a shitty thing to you, but I promise that I just want to be your friend, nothing more.”
When Sam failed to respond she threw up her hands and said, “Okay then, I’m going to leave you alone and let you finish you lunch in peace, but when you change your mind, come find me.”
Sam didn’t respond he just cast his eyes back down to the book he was reading until she received the message and walked away. Did she think that he was stupid, that he didn’t see right through her ploy? He knew that this was just another way to get to Dean, but he’d be damned if he was going to help her.
If Sam thought that Carole was going to give up, and then she soon rectified that mistake, because it seemed that everywhere he went, there she was and the final straw was when she convinced the Alpha that Sam had been partnered with in biology to switch partners. When Sam went to the Alpha to tell him that it was a mistake, the other boy didn’t want to switch back because he was crushing on the Beta he was now partnered with.
Sam’s not sure what Carole’s endgame was, but after that stunt that she pulled with switching lab partners, he ignored her the rest of the day, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
When the bell rang at 3:30 dismissing school, Sam heaved a huge sigh because at least at home after he could relax. Of course that was after he fought the usual gaggle of Beta’s still swarming the car and Dean. It wasn’t until they were almost home that he realized that Carole wasn’t a part of the crowd and he wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Once he was home, the rest he’d planned never came, and it wasn’t because he was busy, but Dean was. After he completed his homework, he and Dean completed their sparring and weapons training, now under the watchful eye of their dad. After the training session was over, Dean prepared dinner, field stripped and cleaned their weapons and sharpened their knives. As if that was not enough, he went outside to their dad’s truck and restocked it because he needed supplies after working back-to-back jobs. The flurry of activity made Sam tired just watching.
The entire time Dean was busy, Sam waited for his dad to make him help or for Dean to bitch at him for being lazy, and thus prompting their dad to make him help but neither of those things happened leaving the young Alpha confused. Dean had promised him that there would be no arguments and it seemed that for once their dad kept his promise.
Just as he thought that the evening couldn’t get any more confusing, his new cell phone rang and Carole echoed his greeting of hello.
“I would be wasting my breath if I asked you how you got this number, wouldn’t I?” he asked. “So I’ll just get straight to it and ask what do you want that can’t wait until tomorrow?”
“No, and besides, I wouldn’t tell you anyway. Look, I just thought that this way we could talk and not be disturbed. You can call me all the foul names that you want so that you can get it out of your system and we can get to the part where we’re friends.”
Sam wanted to be angry with her for having the balls to track his number down, but he had to admit that he respected her for having the balls to track his number down. Even though he respected it, he wasn’t going to tell her that; no she was going to have to work hard before she got any compliments from him.
“Sam…I really do want us to be friends and that’s all,” she softly stated.
For all of his desire to be a normal teenager, hanging out with friends and going to football games on a Friday night, Sam had to admit that he wasn’t making much headway in that department. Essentially, since he was still the new kid who showed up towards the end of the school year trying to fit in with kids who have known each other since first grade.
“The thing is Carole, I still have memories of the first time you wanted to be my friend,” Sam reminded her. “Dean was your end game then, what is it now?”
“I have no ulterior motive, Sam. I really do just want to be your friend…” she hesitated before continuing, “I’m just going to put this out that so that I won’t have to watch every word I say, I still think that your brother’s hotter than the sun, but that is not my goal here. I like you and I really do want your friendship.”
“I guess I can live with that,” Sam reassured her, “but keep this in mind, don’t let me find out all of this has been a lie.”
After he ended the call, Sam went to seek out Dean to spend some time with him, but the Omega would not sit still long enough for them to have a conversation, so Sam came up with the bright idea of waiting until Dean came to bed. He hadn’t counted on Dean staying up so late that Sam fell asleep while waiting for him to come to bed.
There was no time to talk to him before they left because Dean woke before he did this morning and he and dad were in the middle of breakfast when Sam walked into the kitchen.
“Sam, I’m taking you to school this morning,” his dad announced. “Dean has some errands for me today.”
Well fuck. Sam wanted to protest, but he knew that it would just lead up to an argument and he’d been very happy without having his dad in his face all of the time, so he just said, “Okay,” before he finished his breakfast.
Once he was at school, he was somewhat happy that Carole was standing outside waiting for him. If she noticed that his dad barely slowed to a stop before kicking him out of his precious truck, she didn’t say anything, nor did she ask about Dean.
As the week wore on, everything fell into a routine, with dad taking him to and from school and Carole trying to worm her way into his good graces and Dean working like an unpaid maid, so tired that he can barely hold his head up at night.
Thursday was different; on the way to school, his dad told him that he was leaving this afternoon on a hunt. When he got home that afternoon he was going to tell him that because his teachers had given him a shit ton of homework, there was no way he was going have time to spar with Dean.
He knew that the announcement would trigger his dad’s favorite argument that a hunter didn’t need a formal education and it really didn’t help that Dean had dropped out before graduating at the age of sixteen. He would like to counter that argument that Dean was an Omega, he didn’t need the education, but as an Alpha he did. He knew that those words would cut Dean and he simply couldn’t do that.
Instead of an argument, his dad handed Sam a wad of cash instead of giving it to Dean who was standing just inside the kitchen, and informed him, “This is what I normally leave for the two of you, so it should hold you until I…we,” he corrected, “get back. Dean’s going on this hunt with me and please don’t start any shit that you can’t stay here by yourself, seemed a though you were doing well enough in Arizona.”
Once John made his announcement, he walked down the hall leaving his words hanging in the air like a bad stench that wouldn’t go away.
“Dean?” Sam pleaded.
“We won’t be gone long, Sammy,” Dean promised as he walked towards his brother.
“Sam,” Sam corrected by rote. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving?”
“Telling you now, Sam and besides Dad got the call while you were in school; this job dad can’t handle on his own so I’m going with.” Reaching into his pocket, Dean pulled out his key ring and threw it at Sam. “It’s too far for you to walk, so you’ll take my baby, but I’m telling you if there’s one scratch on her…”
“You’re coming back, right,” Sam choked out as he looked at the keys in his hand. Dad gave Dean the car two years ago on his eighteenth birthday and he’d shown the car so much love that there were times that Sam was jealous. Now, out of the blue, Dean’s going on a hunt with dad and leaving his baby behind.
“Of course we’re coming back,” Dean promised as he stepped directly in front of his brother. “This is a four man job so we’re meeting Caleb and another old pal of dad’s, but we’re…I’m planning on coming back to you. There’s no way you’re going to get rid of me that easily.”
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, because it never entered his mind that Dean wouldn’t come back to him because he’d gotten hurt on a hunt. His mind immediately thought that somehow to end this, whatever it was between the two of them, their dad had found Dean’s Alpha who was a possessive bastard and wouldn’t let Dean have his own car.
“Time to go Dean,” John barked as he walked back into the kitchen. “We’ve got to meet Caleb in four hours so we have to haul ass to get there in time.”
The sound of John’s voice caused the pair of them to jump apart guiltily as though he had caught them acting on the feelings that were so palpable between them.
“Take care of yourself and my car,” Dean told him as he followed his dad.
Sam watched them leave but for some reason he couldn’t make his feet move to follow them outside, to tell them, or rather Dean, goodbye. He was frozen to that spot until he heard the door snick close behind Dean, and suddenly he was snapped out of his trance and was soon running towards the exit.
“Dean,” he called out just as Dean was closing the truck door.
“Yeah, Sam?” Dean asked.
“Take care of yourself, come back to me…please,” Sam pleads ignoring the hard glares from his dad.
“I will Sammy,” Dean promised. “We’ll see you in two weeks, but if we’re gone longer than that…”
“I know, I know, call Pastor Jim,” Sam recited as he ignored the hated nickname.
Sam’s not sure how long he stood there and watched them as they drove away. Dean promised that he would be back, but Sam knew that a lot could go wrong and the next time he saw them, if at all, would be at a hunter’s funeral on a pyre.
Once the truck disappeared from sight, Sam went back inside and was immediately unnerved by the silence. He filled the lack of noise with the television to erase some of the loneliness as he completed his homework.
There had only been two times that he can remember that he and Dean had been separated; the first was when Dean’s mate took him for a week and the second was when he left and ran away to Arizona, and this, the third time made him realize that it never got easier. That this was the same as before, that it felt as though he was missing a limb and that feeling would only go away when Dean came back to him.
The first few days alone were difficult because he was lonely and he didn’t realize how much Dean actually did for them. The Omega made it easy for them to go through life with little or no worries. He was able to sleep late because while he slept, Dean was up preparing breakfast and making sure that Sam’s book bag was packed before taking the younger boy to school. Both he and his dad were poor cooks, and Dean made sure that they were fed and went out of his way to make sure that they had great meals, not just food to eat.
Dinner was a messy affair for Sam because he wasn’t a great cook, his repertoire in the kitchen was limited to a few dishes and one of those included a blue box and the microwave. Now he thinks that his dad realized this and that was why he’d left the extra money because he knew that Sam would be eating out quite often.
After Dean and John were gone for four days, Sam was desperate because being alone wasn’t the party that he’s always thought it would be. This was different from Flagstaff because he’d had the thrill of running away, but here was …home and home without family was lonely.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, so he gave in and called Carole.
They arranged to meet at Dean’s favorite diner, and while he waited for her the waitress placed a pie in the cake plate on the counter and Sam couldn’t help but think of Dean. He smiled as he thought about how he’d charm the girl out of a free slice just to see if he could and then make the most pornographic sounds as he ate said pie making Sam so hard that he had to go to the men’s room and jerk off.
When Carole finally showed, she wasn’t alone, she had three other people with her and Sam relaxed a little and let himself enjoy the evening and by the time the waitress returned with the menus they were joined by two more people from their science class.
As the evening progressed, Sam watched Carole as she interacted with everyone and found himself surprised by the fact that he liked her. She was smart and funny, playful and pretty. Very pretty.
Once he saw that she really was just being friendly, Sam relaxed even more and even began flirting with her. It started with stealing food from her plate and ramped up to playing footsies under the table. He wasn’t really that attracted to her, but it felt great to have his attraction reciprocated and not being made to feel guilty for loving…okay so this wasn’t love and she wasn’t Dean but it would do for now.
By the end of the second week after John and Dean were gone, their group of friends considered them a couple, but Sam thought of them Hopefully.as friends with benefits and much to his relief, Carole had agreed that she wasn’t looking for a love match either.
Friday was a long day because Dean was finally coming home. There had been phone calls and texts but it wasn’t the Same as having Dean close where he could touch him or inhale his scent.
Carole had teased him relentlessly, and told him that he reminded her of a puppy panting after his favorite toy. The thing was that she didn’t know how right she was because there was nothing he wanted more than to play with Dean. That feeling of happiness lasted until after school when he received a call from Dean just as he reached the car.
“How close are you guys?” Sam asked smiling and he opened the door and eased into the driver’s seat.
“Um, that’s what I was calling about, Dad found another job so it looks to be at least another week before we make it back.”
“Another week?” Sam bit out.
“Yeah Sam,” Dean whispered. “I’m so sorry; I’m trying to get back to you.”
Once he ended the call, Sam felt like throwing the phone just to release his anger. He wanted to hit something, but there wasn’t anything available. A week. A whole fucking week before he saw his Omega. He had been holding on, because before he had a goal, a date to look forward to, but now his dad had found another way to keep them apart and now it would take another week before he saw Dean.
From his prospective, it seemed that his dad was going out of the way to keep them apart and maybe make Dean his. Sam had lost count of the times that he’d checked his dad’s mating mark to see if it had been changed or altered, but the last time he’d checked it was still gray.
“Hey, are you okay?” Carole asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he assured her before he explained to her about the situation with his dad and Dean that they weren’t coming home as planned.
She nodded her head understanding why he seemed so down. Instead of spouting meaningless platitudes, she walked around the car and slid onto the seat beside him.
“You don’t…” Sam started.
“Yes I do,” she disagreed, while pulling out her cell phone and called her mom, “Mom, I’m spending the night with Karen,” she lied as Sam gaped at her.
“I know how close you are to your brother and how much you were looking forward to him coming home,” she explained, “this way I go home with you and save you from wallowing in self-pity and sadness. Besides, that what friends are for.”
Sam rewarded her with a smile that is usually given to Dean, but he was happy that he had someone to share his disappointment with. He couldn’t confide in her the way he wanted to, because he didn’t maybe like her, but he didn’t know her well enough to trust her with Dean’s secret, but it did lighten his burden a little.
The pair decided to stay in and order pizza instead of going to the diner because they didn’t want it to get back to Carole’s mom that she was with Sam instead of Karen no matter how innocent it was. After the pizza had been demolished, Sam decided to introduce her to the perfection that was John McLane. He thought that she was enjoying the movie, but halfway through the second movie, Carole was sleepy and tucked into Sam’s side while he was focused on the screen.
It started innocently enough with Sam tickling her side to wake her up, so of course, she had to retaliate, and one tickle led to another and soon Sam’s large body was pressing her smaller one into the sofa, while they traded slow lazy kisses.
Sam was content with trading kisses until Carole’s hand found its way inside his jeans. He stilled his body at the touch of her small hand working to undo the button. As much as he says that he wants just to be her friend, Sam knew that this would change the dynamics of their relationship. He also knew that she wasn’t what… no, she wasn’t whom he wanted, in short, she wasn’t Dean and he needed her to understand where he stood before she touched his dick.
“Carole, stop,” Sam demanded as he scrambled backwards enough to look in her eyes, trying to read her emotions.
“Why?” she asked as she spread her legs and rolled her hips up against his hard dick. The movement caused him to settle in the cradle of her legs and his dick on her sex. “It doesn’t feel like you really want me to stop.”
“Yeah, I want it, but I’m not going to claim you,” Sam told her. “I’m not looking for a mate, so don’t expect me to knot you.”
“Serious much Sam?” she laughed. “I’m only sixteen, so trust me when I tell you that I’m not looking for one either, I just want to enjoy you.”
Sam studied her to see if she was trying to deceive him before he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. As his lips touched hers, he thought about Dean who’d been mated for as long as Sam could remember. He doesn’t think that his brother was looking for a mate either, but he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He explained this to Carole because he didn’t want her to think that like Dean he was going to override her wishes.
He also knew that sixteen was the legal age to claim mates, and he wished (not for the first time) that he’d been the one to claim Dean. He would have given everything he had to have been with him like this, his seed spilling into his body causing the claiming mark turned red telling the world that the Omega was his. The reality was that Sam knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life doing what he was doing now, fucking random girls because the person he wanted had already been claimed.
Sam couldn’t have Dean like this so all of, well most of the things that he’d wanted to do to his brother he did with Carole, starting with deep drugging kisses. He lost himself in the feelings of pleasure that the kisses sent coursing through his body, but later he would berate himself for doing something so intimate with a girl who was at best just a fuck to take the edge off.
He slowly left her talented mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw and neck and smiled at the sounds she made when his lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear. Once he was satisfied that he was driving her crazy, he wanted to work his way down her body, but first some clothes had to be removed. Sam sat up and pulled her along with him as he removed his white t-shirt before helping Carole do the same.
Once the t-shirt was gone, Carole reached around her back and unsnapped her bra while Sam watched in fascination as the full globes sprang free.
“You can touch them you know,” she teased as she reached for one of his large hands and placed it on her breast.
Loving the feel of her in his hands, Sam didn’t need to be told twice and soon his fingers were pulling and tugging on her dusky pink nipples until the nubs were pebbled. Soon his mouth got jealous and he leaned in for a taste wringing a moan from them both.
His mouth tugged a pulled at her nipples while she squirmed under his ministrations. In a moment of clarity, he knew that he did not want this to take place here on the sofa, so he took one more tug before standing up and reaching for her hand and husked, “bedroom now.”
Once they reached the bedroom he shared with Dean, Sam stood in awe as he watched Carole reveal the rest of her beautiful body to him.
Once she was completely nude, Carole sat on the bed closest to her and motioned with her finger for Sam to join her. Quickly ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, Sam got on the bed and settled between her legs as he buried his face in her neck as his dick rubbed against her mound, her slick coating his dick making it easy for it to glide easily between her folds.
Reaching over to the nightstand that was nestled between the two beds, Sam opened then blindly searched in the drawer until he found a condom and giving it Carole to put it on him. He was so hard and felt like he could blow any second, Sam though about the lunch lady at school so that he didn’t come once she touched him.
Once she removed her hands, Sam reached between their bodies, placed his dick at her entrance, and tried his best not to ram into her as he buried himself into her. As he stroked in and out of her wet warm heat, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck, that’s when he realized that he was in Dean’s bed, because his nose in haled Deans scent from his pillow.
Suddenly he felt dirty and cheap because she wasn’t who he wanted, who he loved. When he moved forward to kiss her mouth again, he imagined soft, plush full lips sliding sinuously against his, and when he closed his eyes, he could envision bright green eyes staring back at him unfocused because they were lust blown. The breasts that he’d been feasting on earlier, now firm pecs but the nipples were just as sensitive and begging for his mouth.
Carole’s pussy was tight and wet and an Alpha could lose himself in it, that is if he wasn’t thinking about the fact that Dean’s hole hadn’t been touched since he was claimed and it was most likely hotter, tighter and wetter. He was thinking about how he would bury himself into that hole until his knot swelled and tied them together and the next child his Omega gave birth to would be his.
With each thrust, Sam thought of Dean, imagining him tight around his dick. He was so lost in his thoughts of the Omega that he didn’t feel it as her pussy contracted and milked him as she came. His body began to react, his knot started to swell, and he would have mated her had she not been more aware and pushed him from the bed to the floor.
“Goddam it Sam, we agreed, no knotting!”
“Sorry,” he sheepishly apologized and shrugged his shoulders. “I got carried away.” There was no way that he was going to tell her that he almost mated her because he was fantasying about his brother.
“It’s okay,” she said as she grabbed his dick. “That was kind of a compliment, so let me take care of this for you.”
They spent the rest of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies, but Sam made sure that they were in his bed because fucking her and scenting Dean would have him mated to someone who was only meant to be a temporary fixture in his life.
Carole left Sunday afternoon and Sam felt lonely the moment she closed the door. He had nothing to do so he sat on the sofa and watched reruns on TV. Then he heard a sound that he wasn’t expecting to hear for another five days, his dad’s truck. Like the kid he was but so often suppressed, Sam ran outside to greet his family, but Dean’s the only one to get a hug.
“Stop being so handsy and grab a bag,” John told him as he nodded towards the bags of food on the bench seat. As Sam reached for the food, John and Dean picked up their duffels and weapons and walked inside.
They were barely inside when both John and Dean stopped and sniffed the air, and both men had different reactions to the smell. John smiled. Not one of his usual barely there up turn of his mouth, no this one involved his entire face and even showed in his eyes and Sam was fascinated at how approachable it made his dad seem. He turned to Dean to see if he agreed until he saw the fury in the Omega’s eyes.
John dropped his bag and patted Sam on his back before walking to the kitchen to grab a beer while a furious Dean stomped down the hall and slammed the door to their room. He emerged a few minutes later with sheets stripped from what Sam assumed was his bed. Fuck. Sam thought that he’d changed the sheets, but since they fucked on every available surface, it’s possible they made it back to Dean’s bed.
“Dean,” John called out, “that shit can wait until later, come on boys let’s eat.
For the first time he could ever remember, Dean ignored his father’s command and continued his cleaning. Instead of following his dad’s orders, Dean continued to clean; he scrubbed the kitchen, their room as well as the bathroom. He cleaned anything that smelled of whomever Sam had fucked in their house. It seemed that he was able to get rid of her scent from everything but Sam.
Dean may pretend to be an Alpha to the outside world, but if anyone found out, he could protect himself with no problem. Here in their home Dean never pretended to be anything but the Omega he was born to be, but right now, he wanted to go Alpha and beat the shit out of Sam for dipping his dick into the first piece of pussy to come along.
He stayed in the bedroom for a while after he’d finished cleaning because he didn’t want Sam or his dad to know that he’d been crying. Even though they weren’t supposed to be attracted to him, Dean’s had Alphas sniffing around him since he was sixteen, but he’d never once thought about taking them up on their offers because if anyone was going to be the cause of him getting a black mating bond, it was going to be Sam. Apparently, Dean is the only one who felt love, for Sam it was just lust.
Once every possible surface had been scrubbed and the bed linens washed, Dean sat down to eat his cold dinner. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he seemed confused by Dean’s actions, but if that’s the way he wanted to play this situation, then Dean let him.
After eating his dinner, Dean excused himself and went to bed while Sam stared blankly at the television screen. Dean stayed in the room and Sam was too scared to enter. Both boys were so caught up in their emotions that neither noticed that that smile was still on John’s face because of the detention in the ranks. He was happy because he’d finally gotten what he wanted, Sam to leave Dean alone and he didn’t have to lift a finger to make it happen, no Sam did that all by himself.
Chapter 10 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/52059.html
When Dean found Sam in Flagstaff, he had promised the teen that he would be able to finish school in South Bend. Sam had understood that to mean the rest of the school year before moving on, but in actuality it meant that South Bend would be their home base until Sam graduated.
Now that he had what he wanted, Sam wasn’t so sure that it was what he wanted. The stupid people that he’d been preparing to get away from he was now stuck with for another year. It was sad really, the same girls still hovered around the Impala after school and he still had to wade through the bitches that were bold enough to touch Dean. That wasn’t his problem; the problem was that Dean let them. To stop himself from embarrassing himself and pulling their hands off Dean and declaring that the Omega belonged to him, Sam just jumped into the car and demanded that Dean drive away.
So here he was a month into the new school year hoping that he could get through it without killing one of the Beta’s that were getting too close to Dean.
With nothing better to do, Sam decided to take advantage of not having to move a couple of weeks into the school year by actually making friends. John glared at him showing that he didn’t approve, but he was going to have as normal a high school experience as possible with or without his dad’s approval. The best way to experience high school was by making friends, because the last time he had those was when he was seven and they stayed with Uncle Bobby in Sioux Falls. Of course that only happened because Dean was pregnant and they thought that their dad was dead.
“So is Dean ever going to pick one of us or is he just being a tease,” Carole Riley asked as she interrupted his solitude.
Looking up at her from his position under the shade of the tree where he spent his lunch period, Sam alleged,
“You’re not blind and supposed to be smart, you see his mating mark so you must have figured out that he’s not going to choose anyone.”
“You don’t like me do you?” She asked ignoring his comment.
Sam’s attention went back to the paperback he was reading before she interrupted his solitude.
“Look, I know that we kind of got off on the wrong foot last year, but I think that we can be friends,” Carole said as she presented her had for Sam to shake.
“Why do you want to be my friend?” Sam asked as he stared up at her. “I can’t get you any closer to Dean so if that’s what you’re after you’re wasting your time sucking up to me.”
Carole blushed with shame at Sam’s scathing words, “Look Sam I know that I did a shitty thing to you, but I promise that I just want to be your friend, nothing more.”
When Sam failed to respond she threw up her hands and said, “Okay then, I’m going to leave you alone and let you finish you lunch in peace, but when you change your mind, come find me.”
Sam didn’t respond he just cast his eyes back down to the book he was reading until she received the message and walked away. Did she think that he was stupid, that he didn’t see right through her ploy? He knew that this was just another way to get to Dean, but he’d be damned if he was going to help her.
If Sam thought that Carole was going to give up, and then she soon rectified that mistake, because it seemed that everywhere he went, there she was and the final straw was when she convinced the Alpha that Sam had been partnered with in biology to switch partners. When Sam went to the Alpha to tell him that it was a mistake, the other boy didn’t want to switch back because he was crushing on the Beta he was now partnered with.
Sam’s not sure what Carole’s endgame was, but after that stunt that she pulled with switching lab partners, he ignored her the rest of the day, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
When the bell rang at 3:30 dismissing school, Sam heaved a huge sigh because at least at home after he could relax. Of course that was after he fought the usual gaggle of Beta’s still swarming the car and Dean. It wasn’t until they were almost home that he realized that Carole wasn’t a part of the crowd and he wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Once he was home, the rest he’d planned never came, and it wasn’t because he was busy, but Dean was. After he completed his homework, he and Dean completed their sparring and weapons training, now under the watchful eye of their dad. After the training session was over, Dean prepared dinner, field stripped and cleaned their weapons and sharpened their knives. As if that was not enough, he went outside to their dad’s truck and restocked it because he needed supplies after working back-to-back jobs. The flurry of activity made Sam tired just watching.
The entire time Dean was busy, Sam waited for his dad to make him help or for Dean to bitch at him for being lazy, and thus prompting their dad to make him help but neither of those things happened leaving the young Alpha confused. Dean had promised him that there would be no arguments and it seemed that for once their dad kept his promise.
Just as he thought that the evening couldn’t get any more confusing, his new cell phone rang and Carole echoed his greeting of hello.
“I would be wasting my breath if I asked you how you got this number, wouldn’t I?” he asked. “So I’ll just get straight to it and ask what do you want that can’t wait until tomorrow?”
“No, and besides, I wouldn’t tell you anyway. Look, I just thought that this way we could talk and not be disturbed. You can call me all the foul names that you want so that you can get it out of your system and we can get to the part where we’re friends.”
Sam wanted to be angry with her for having the balls to track his number down, but he had to admit that he respected her for having the balls to track his number down. Even though he respected it, he wasn’t going to tell her that; no she was going to have to work hard before she got any compliments from him.
“Sam…I really do want us to be friends and that’s all,” she softly stated.
For all of his desire to be a normal teenager, hanging out with friends and going to football games on a Friday night, Sam had to admit that he wasn’t making much headway in that department. Essentially, since he was still the new kid who showed up towards the end of the school year trying to fit in with kids who have known each other since first grade.
“The thing is Carole, I still have memories of the first time you wanted to be my friend,” Sam reminded her. “Dean was your end game then, what is it now?”
“I have no ulterior motive, Sam. I really do just want to be your friend…” she hesitated before continuing, “I’m just going to put this out that so that I won’t have to watch every word I say, I still think that your brother’s hotter than the sun, but that is not my goal here. I like you and I really do want your friendship.”
“I guess I can live with that,” Sam reassured her, “but keep this in mind, don’t let me find out all of this has been a lie.”
After he ended the call, Sam went to seek out Dean to spend some time with him, but the Omega would not sit still long enough for them to have a conversation, so Sam came up with the bright idea of waiting until Dean came to bed. He hadn’t counted on Dean staying up so late that Sam fell asleep while waiting for him to come to bed.
There was no time to talk to him before they left because Dean woke before he did this morning and he and dad were in the middle of breakfast when Sam walked into the kitchen.
“Sam, I’m taking you to school this morning,” his dad announced. “Dean has some errands for me today.”
Well fuck. Sam wanted to protest, but he knew that it would just lead up to an argument and he’d been very happy without having his dad in his face all of the time, so he just said, “Okay,” before he finished his breakfast.
Once he was at school, he was somewhat happy that Carole was standing outside waiting for him. If she noticed that his dad barely slowed to a stop before kicking him out of his precious truck, she didn’t say anything, nor did she ask about Dean.
As the week wore on, everything fell into a routine, with dad taking him to and from school and Carole trying to worm her way into his good graces and Dean working like an unpaid maid, so tired that he can barely hold his head up at night.
Thursday was different; on the way to school, his dad told him that he was leaving this afternoon on a hunt. When he got home that afternoon he was going to tell him that because his teachers had given him a shit ton of homework, there was no way he was going have time to spar with Dean.
He knew that the announcement would trigger his dad’s favorite argument that a hunter didn’t need a formal education and it really didn’t help that Dean had dropped out before graduating at the age of sixteen. He would like to counter that argument that Dean was an Omega, he didn’t need the education, but as an Alpha he did. He knew that those words would cut Dean and he simply couldn’t do that.
Instead of an argument, his dad handed Sam a wad of cash instead of giving it to Dean who was standing just inside the kitchen, and informed him, “This is what I normally leave for the two of you, so it should hold you until I…we,” he corrected, “get back. Dean’s going on this hunt with me and please don’t start any shit that you can’t stay here by yourself, seemed a though you were doing well enough in Arizona.”
Once John made his announcement, he walked down the hall leaving his words hanging in the air like a bad stench that wouldn’t go away.
“Dean?” Sam pleaded.
“We won’t be gone long, Sammy,” Dean promised as he walked towards his brother.
“Sam,” Sam corrected by rote. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving?”
“Telling you now, Sam and besides Dad got the call while you were in school; this job dad can’t handle on his own so I’m going with.” Reaching into his pocket, Dean pulled out his key ring and threw it at Sam. “It’s too far for you to walk, so you’ll take my baby, but I’m telling you if there’s one scratch on her…”
“You’re coming back, right,” Sam choked out as he looked at the keys in his hand. Dad gave Dean the car two years ago on his eighteenth birthday and he’d shown the car so much love that there were times that Sam was jealous. Now, out of the blue, Dean’s going on a hunt with dad and leaving his baby behind.
“Of course we’re coming back,” Dean promised as he stepped directly in front of his brother. “This is a four man job so we’re meeting Caleb and another old pal of dad’s, but we’re…I’m planning on coming back to you. There’s no way you’re going to get rid of me that easily.”
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, because it never entered his mind that Dean wouldn’t come back to him because he’d gotten hurt on a hunt. His mind immediately thought that somehow to end this, whatever it was between the two of them, their dad had found Dean’s Alpha who was a possessive bastard and wouldn’t let Dean have his own car.
“Time to go Dean,” John barked as he walked back into the kitchen. “We’ve got to meet Caleb in four hours so we have to haul ass to get there in time.”
The sound of John’s voice caused the pair of them to jump apart guiltily as though he had caught them acting on the feelings that were so palpable between them.
“Take care of yourself and my car,” Dean told him as he followed his dad.
Sam watched them leave but for some reason he couldn’t make his feet move to follow them outside, to tell them, or rather Dean, goodbye. He was frozen to that spot until he heard the door snick close behind Dean, and suddenly he was snapped out of his trance and was soon running towards the exit.
“Dean,” he called out just as Dean was closing the truck door.
“Yeah, Sam?” Dean asked.
“Take care of yourself, come back to me…please,” Sam pleads ignoring the hard glares from his dad.
“I will Sammy,” Dean promised. “We’ll see you in two weeks, but if we’re gone longer than that…”
“I know, I know, call Pastor Jim,” Sam recited as he ignored the hated nickname.
Sam’s not sure how long he stood there and watched them as they drove away. Dean promised that he would be back, but Sam knew that a lot could go wrong and the next time he saw them, if at all, would be at a hunter’s funeral on a pyre.
Once the truck disappeared from sight, Sam went back inside and was immediately unnerved by the silence. He filled the lack of noise with the television to erase some of the loneliness as he completed his homework.
There had only been two times that he can remember that he and Dean had been separated; the first was when Dean’s mate took him for a week and the second was when he left and ran away to Arizona, and this, the third time made him realize that it never got easier. That this was the same as before, that it felt as though he was missing a limb and that feeling would only go away when Dean came back to him.
The first few days alone were difficult because he was lonely and he didn’t realize how much Dean actually did for them. The Omega made it easy for them to go through life with little or no worries. He was able to sleep late because while he slept, Dean was up preparing breakfast and making sure that Sam’s book bag was packed before taking the younger boy to school. Both he and his dad were poor cooks, and Dean made sure that they were fed and went out of his way to make sure that they had great meals, not just food to eat.
Dinner was a messy affair for Sam because he wasn’t a great cook, his repertoire in the kitchen was limited to a few dishes and one of those included a blue box and the microwave. Now he thinks that his dad realized this and that was why he’d left the extra money because he knew that Sam would be eating out quite often.
After Dean and John were gone for four days, Sam was desperate because being alone wasn’t the party that he’s always thought it would be. This was different from Flagstaff because he’d had the thrill of running away, but here was …home and home without family was lonely.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, so he gave in and called Carole.
They arranged to meet at Dean’s favorite diner, and while he waited for her the waitress placed a pie in the cake plate on the counter and Sam couldn’t help but think of Dean. He smiled as he thought about how he’d charm the girl out of a free slice just to see if he could and then make the most pornographic sounds as he ate said pie making Sam so hard that he had to go to the men’s room and jerk off.
When Carole finally showed, she wasn’t alone, she had three other people with her and Sam relaxed a little and let himself enjoy the evening and by the time the waitress returned with the menus they were joined by two more people from their science class.
As the evening progressed, Sam watched Carole as she interacted with everyone and found himself surprised by the fact that he liked her. She was smart and funny, playful and pretty. Very pretty.
Once he saw that she really was just being friendly, Sam relaxed even more and even began flirting with her. It started with stealing food from her plate and ramped up to playing footsies under the table. He wasn’t really that attracted to her, but it felt great to have his attraction reciprocated and not being made to feel guilty for loving…okay so this wasn’t love and she wasn’t Dean but it would do for now.
By the end of the second week after John and Dean were gone, their group of friends considered them a couple, but Sam thought of them Hopefully.as friends with benefits and much to his relief, Carole had agreed that she wasn’t looking for a love match either.
Friday was a long day because Dean was finally coming home. There had been phone calls and texts but it wasn’t the Same as having Dean close where he could touch him or inhale his scent.
Carole had teased him relentlessly, and told him that he reminded her of a puppy panting after his favorite toy. The thing was that she didn’t know how right she was because there was nothing he wanted more than to play with Dean. That feeling of happiness lasted until after school when he received a call from Dean just as he reached the car.
“How close are you guys?” Sam asked smiling and he opened the door and eased into the driver’s seat.
“Um, that’s what I was calling about, Dad found another job so it looks to be at least another week before we make it back.”
“Another week?” Sam bit out.
“Yeah Sam,” Dean whispered. “I’m so sorry; I’m trying to get back to you.”
Once he ended the call, Sam felt like throwing the phone just to release his anger. He wanted to hit something, but there wasn’t anything available. A week. A whole fucking week before he saw his Omega. He had been holding on, because before he had a goal, a date to look forward to, but now his dad had found another way to keep them apart and now it would take another week before he saw Dean.
From his prospective, it seemed that his dad was going out of the way to keep them apart and maybe make Dean his. Sam had lost count of the times that he’d checked his dad’s mating mark to see if it had been changed or altered, but the last time he’d checked it was still gray.
“Hey, are you okay?” Carole asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he assured her before he explained to her about the situation with his dad and Dean that they weren’t coming home as planned.
She nodded her head understanding why he seemed so down. Instead of spouting meaningless platitudes, she walked around the car and slid onto the seat beside him.
“You don’t…” Sam started.
“Yes I do,” she disagreed, while pulling out her cell phone and called her mom, “Mom, I’m spending the night with Karen,” she lied as Sam gaped at her.
“I know how close you are to your brother and how much you were looking forward to him coming home,” she explained, “this way I go home with you and save you from wallowing in self-pity and sadness. Besides, that what friends are for.”
Sam rewarded her with a smile that is usually given to Dean, but he was happy that he had someone to share his disappointment with. He couldn’t confide in her the way he wanted to, because he didn’t maybe like her, but he didn’t know her well enough to trust her with Dean’s secret, but it did lighten his burden a little.
The pair decided to stay in and order pizza instead of going to the diner because they didn’t want it to get back to Carole’s mom that she was with Sam instead of Karen no matter how innocent it was. After the pizza had been demolished, Sam decided to introduce her to the perfection that was John McLane. He thought that she was enjoying the movie, but halfway through the second movie, Carole was sleepy and tucked into Sam’s side while he was focused on the screen.
It started innocently enough with Sam tickling her side to wake her up, so of course, she had to retaliate, and one tickle led to another and soon Sam’s large body was pressing her smaller one into the sofa, while they traded slow lazy kisses.
Sam was content with trading kisses until Carole’s hand found its way inside his jeans. He stilled his body at the touch of her small hand working to undo the button. As much as he says that he wants just to be her friend, Sam knew that this would change the dynamics of their relationship. He also knew that she wasn’t what… no, she wasn’t whom he wanted, in short, she wasn’t Dean and he needed her to understand where he stood before she touched his dick.
“Carole, stop,” Sam demanded as he scrambled backwards enough to look in her eyes, trying to read her emotions.
“Why?” she asked as she spread her legs and rolled her hips up against his hard dick. The movement caused him to settle in the cradle of her legs and his dick on her sex. “It doesn’t feel like you really want me to stop.”
“Yeah, I want it, but I’m not going to claim you,” Sam told her. “I’m not looking for a mate, so don’t expect me to knot you.”
“Serious much Sam?” she laughed. “I’m only sixteen, so trust me when I tell you that I’m not looking for one either, I just want to enjoy you.”
Sam studied her to see if she was trying to deceive him before he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. As his lips touched hers, he thought about Dean who’d been mated for as long as Sam could remember. He doesn’t think that his brother was looking for a mate either, but he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He explained this to Carole because he didn’t want her to think that like Dean he was going to override her wishes.
He also knew that sixteen was the legal age to claim mates, and he wished (not for the first time) that he’d been the one to claim Dean. He would have given everything he had to have been with him like this, his seed spilling into his body causing the claiming mark turned red telling the world that the Omega was his. The reality was that Sam knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life doing what he was doing now, fucking random girls because the person he wanted had already been claimed.
Sam couldn’t have Dean like this so all of, well most of the things that he’d wanted to do to his brother he did with Carole, starting with deep drugging kisses. He lost himself in the feelings of pleasure that the kisses sent coursing through his body, but later he would berate himself for doing something so intimate with a girl who was at best just a fuck to take the edge off.
He slowly left her talented mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw and neck and smiled at the sounds she made when his lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear. Once he was satisfied that he was driving her crazy, he wanted to work his way down her body, but first some clothes had to be removed. Sam sat up and pulled her along with him as he removed his white t-shirt before helping Carole do the same.
Once the t-shirt was gone, Carole reached around her back and unsnapped her bra while Sam watched in fascination as the full globes sprang free.
“You can touch them you know,” she teased as she reached for one of his large hands and placed it on her breast.
Loving the feel of her in his hands, Sam didn’t need to be told twice and soon his fingers were pulling and tugging on her dusky pink nipples until the nubs were pebbled. Soon his mouth got jealous and he leaned in for a taste wringing a moan from them both.
His mouth tugged a pulled at her nipples while she squirmed under his ministrations. In a moment of clarity, he knew that he did not want this to take place here on the sofa, so he took one more tug before standing up and reaching for her hand and husked, “bedroom now.”
Once they reached the bedroom he shared with Dean, Sam stood in awe as he watched Carole reveal the rest of her beautiful body to him.
Once she was completely nude, Carole sat on the bed closest to her and motioned with her finger for Sam to join her. Quickly ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, Sam got on the bed and settled between her legs as he buried his face in her neck as his dick rubbed against her mound, her slick coating his dick making it easy for it to glide easily between her folds.
Reaching over to the nightstand that was nestled between the two beds, Sam opened then blindly searched in the drawer until he found a condom and giving it Carole to put it on him. He was so hard and felt like he could blow any second, Sam though about the lunch lady at school so that he didn’t come once she touched him.
Once she removed her hands, Sam reached between their bodies, placed his dick at her entrance, and tried his best not to ram into her as he buried himself into her. As he stroked in and out of her wet warm heat, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck, that’s when he realized that he was in Dean’s bed, because his nose in haled Deans scent from his pillow.
Suddenly he felt dirty and cheap because she wasn’t who he wanted, who he loved. When he moved forward to kiss her mouth again, he imagined soft, plush full lips sliding sinuously against his, and when he closed his eyes, he could envision bright green eyes staring back at him unfocused because they were lust blown. The breasts that he’d been feasting on earlier, now firm pecs but the nipples were just as sensitive and begging for his mouth.
Carole’s pussy was tight and wet and an Alpha could lose himself in it, that is if he wasn’t thinking about the fact that Dean’s hole hadn’t been touched since he was claimed and it was most likely hotter, tighter and wetter. He was thinking about how he would bury himself into that hole until his knot swelled and tied them together and the next child his Omega gave birth to would be his.
With each thrust, Sam thought of Dean, imagining him tight around his dick. He was so lost in his thoughts of the Omega that he didn’t feel it as her pussy contracted and milked him as she came. His body began to react, his knot started to swell, and he would have mated her had she not been more aware and pushed him from the bed to the floor.
“Goddam it Sam, we agreed, no knotting!”
“Sorry,” he sheepishly apologized and shrugged his shoulders. “I got carried away.” There was no way that he was going to tell her that he almost mated her because he was fantasying about his brother.
“It’s okay,” she said as she grabbed his dick. “That was kind of a compliment, so let me take care of this for you.”
They spent the rest of the weekend exploring each other’s bodies, but Sam made sure that they were in his bed because fucking her and scenting Dean would have him mated to someone who was only meant to be a temporary fixture in his life.
Carole left Sunday afternoon and Sam felt lonely the moment she closed the door. He had nothing to do so he sat on the sofa and watched reruns on TV. Then he heard a sound that he wasn’t expecting to hear for another five days, his dad’s truck. Like the kid he was but so often suppressed, Sam ran outside to greet his family, but Dean’s the only one to get a hug.
“Stop being so handsy and grab a bag,” John told him as he nodded towards the bags of food on the bench seat. As Sam reached for the food, John and Dean picked up their duffels and weapons and walked inside.
They were barely inside when both John and Dean stopped and sniffed the air, and both men had different reactions to the smell. John smiled. Not one of his usual barely there up turn of his mouth, no this one involved his entire face and even showed in his eyes and Sam was fascinated at how approachable it made his dad seem. He turned to Dean to see if he agreed until he saw the fury in the Omega’s eyes.
John dropped his bag and patted Sam on his back before walking to the kitchen to grab a beer while a furious Dean stomped down the hall and slammed the door to their room. He emerged a few minutes later with sheets stripped from what Sam assumed was his bed. Fuck. Sam thought that he’d changed the sheets, but since they fucked on every available surface, it’s possible they made it back to Dean’s bed.
“Dean,” John called out, “that shit can wait until later, come on boys let’s eat.
For the first time he could ever remember, Dean ignored his father’s command and continued his cleaning. Instead of following his dad’s orders, Dean continued to clean; he scrubbed the kitchen, their room as well as the bathroom. He cleaned anything that smelled of whomever Sam had fucked in their house. It seemed that he was able to get rid of her scent from everything but Sam.
Dean may pretend to be an Alpha to the outside world, but if anyone found out, he could protect himself with no problem. Here in their home Dean never pretended to be anything but the Omega he was born to be, but right now, he wanted to go Alpha and beat the shit out of Sam for dipping his dick into the first piece of pussy to come along.
He stayed in the bedroom for a while after he’d finished cleaning because he didn’t want Sam or his dad to know that he’d been crying. Even though they weren’t supposed to be attracted to him, Dean’s had Alphas sniffing around him since he was sixteen, but he’d never once thought about taking them up on their offers because if anyone was going to be the cause of him getting a black mating bond, it was going to be Sam. Apparently, Dean is the only one who felt love, for Sam it was just lust.
Once every possible surface had been scrubbed and the bed linens washed, Dean sat down to eat his cold dinner. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him, and he seemed confused by Dean’s actions, but if that’s the way he wanted to play this situation, then Dean let him.
After eating his dinner, Dean excused himself and went to bed while Sam stared blankly at the television screen. Dean stayed in the room and Sam was too scared to enter. Both boys were so caught up in their emotions that neither noticed that that smile was still on John’s face because of the detention in the ranks. He was happy because he’d finally gotten what he wanted, Sam to leave Dean alone and he didn’t have to lift a finger to make it happen, no Sam did that all by himself.
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