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Bite	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Sam and Dean for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Bite
- 2-Ring
- 3-Rape
- 4-Taken
- 5-Finished
- 6-Grind
- 7-Ride
- 8-Submission
- 9-Sixty-nine
- 10-Flashback I
- 11-Mirror, Mirror
- 12-Hoodoo
- 13-Confession
- 14-Flashback II
- 15-Home
- 16-The End
- 15
- 16
“Breakfast is served,” Karen Singer announced brightly, and Dean didn’t have to be told twice. Sitting down at the table, he blinked in bemusement as Bobby slid a big slab of steak onto his plate. “Um, not to be rude, but that’s a little rare, isn’t it, Bobby?”
“Full moon in less than two days,” Bobby grunted cryptically, and in that moment the mouth-watering smell of the bloody t-bone hit Dean’s nostrils.
He tore into the barely-cooked meat, suddenly ravenous, while Sam looked on, amusement and disgust warring clearly across his features. “Dude. Chew,” he admonished, as Bobby rolled his eyes and Karen giggled.
“This tastes amazing,” Dean enthused between gigantic bites.
Just then a siren sounded in the driveway outside. “What the hell?” Bobby rose from his seat to peer out the window. “It’s Sheriff Mills.”   They all filed outside to see Jody Mills beaming from her squad car, her young son Owen buckled in a car seat in the back seat with her broad-brimmed uniform hat perched on his head. Since in Dean’s own world Owen had come back as a zombie and killed Jody’s husband, Dean was more than happy to see the kid alive and well in Sam’s reality. “What the hell, Jody?” Bobby repeated.
“Owen and I stopped by the post office on my way to work. My daycare plans fell through again,” Jody explained, her expression darkening for a moment, but then she brightened again. “They had this package for you, just came in from Japan.” She indicated a slim cardboard box covered with customs stamps on the seat beside her. Sam eagerly opened the passenger-side door to retrieve it.   “Figured nobody’d mind too much if I commandeered it and delivered it in person.”
“Thanks, Sheriff.   We’ve been waiting on that… Full moon tomorrow night. How’s Owen holding up?”
Dean looked closer at the little boy and saw the gleam of inhuman golden eyes from beneath the brim of Jody’s hat. Owen Mills was a werewolf, he realized, another pureblood born with the genetic mutation. So that was his medical condition… Better than whatever childhood ailment had ended his short life back in Dean’s own world.
“He gets feisty, thus the latest preschool expulsion,” Jody said dryly as Owen grinned, unrepentant, showing miniature fangs. “But he’s doing well. Cutest little wolf pup you ever saw when he turns.”
“Oh, Jody, let me keep him for you today,” Karen exclaimed. “It would be no trouble at all.”
Dean felt his heart warm at the little exchange. Sheriff Mills’ family was intact. More and more, he was realizing that in many ways that demon had done him a favor when it pulled him into this world. He beamed at Owen as he leaned into the car and lifted the child out to join Karen and Bobby, tousling the little boy’s hair as he passed Jody back her hat.
“Give him here, Dean,” Karen ordered as the sheriff’s car disappeared down the long driveway. “You, Sam, and Bobby have a curse to lift.”

Bobby stirred the metal bowl full of foul-smelling potion as Sam added the final ingredient, drop by drop. Dean, completely out of his league in this unfamiliar universe where the rules of magic worked so differently, simply watched from a safe distance as the brew fizzed and hissed. He cradled his hand against his chest, the cursed silver ring pulsing agony up his arm with every beat of his heart.
Sam was likewise holding his own arm gingerly, his forehead beaded with sweat as he worked on the counter-curse potion. Dean couldn’t help but drop his eyes to the huge bulge straining the front of his not-brother’s jeans, evidence of the strength of the mate-or-die curse, and his own rock-hard cock gave a lusty twitch in response to the sight in spite of the pain he was in. Dean never could decide which was worse, the agony of the ring, or the mindless, insatiable hunger of his aching cock. They were long past the time they should have paused to satisfy the curse, but both Winchesters had silently agreed that enough was enough. With all the esoteric ingredients assembled, it was time to get those damned rings off.
“Let’s get those damned rings off,” Bobby said gruffly, echoing Dean’s unspoken thought. He poured the finished potion into two glasses and passed them out. “Bottoms up, boys.”
“Dude…” Dean’s nose wrinkled involuntarily at the stench as he raised his glass. In addition to Bobby’s herbal ingredients the brew contained snails, puppy-dog’s tails, and ‘snips’… Sam had declined to elaborate on what exactly those were, assuring Dean he didn’t want to know, but Dean was fairly sure Sam had acquired that particular ingredient from a mohel.   “Gross,” he concluded, but stoically gulped the potion down.
“It’s working,” he choked out a moment later, still gagging at the taste, which had been even worse than the smell, but the pain was rapidly becoming nothing more than a memory. Dean watched Sam twist the silver ring off his finger and quickly followed suit.
“Hurry, you idjits, and drop ‘em in this box before you have to go through the whole ordeal again,” Bobby said, holding up a lead-lined curse box. Sam and Dean both dropped their rings into it and the two halves joined in a figure eight with a faint metallic click right before Bobby sealed the box shut with a Latin incantation that sounded like gibberish to Dean, but that obviously worked in this crazy, bass-ackwards world.
Sam’s smile was a strained shadow of his usual wicked grin. “We did it. You’re free.”
“We’re free, Sammy,” Dean corrected, pulling him into a fierce hug. “And I’m not going anywhere,” he added a whispered promise in his mate’s ear.
“You girls enjoy your moment. I’m just going to go find a couple tons of junked car to bury this under,” Bobby grunted, leaving the room with the curse box in hand.
Sam eased back a bit, his smile more relaxed now, but his golden eyes were still wary. “I think you might still be feeling a little of the aftereffects of that curse, Dean.”
Dean shrugged, easing his tight hold on Sam’s shoulders. “Maybe, but think about it, Sammy. We’re not brothers, I know that, but you have to admit, there’s a bond between us, has been from day one, even before the curse. And we’re both hunters,” he went on as Sam nodded. “Yeah, I don’t always get how this bass-ackwards world of yours works, but I’ll learn. We make a damned good team. As far as everything else, the freaky werewolf mating thing…” He smirked. “If you’re nervous we can take it slow.”
“Nervous? What am I, a teenage girl?” Sam scoffed. He leaned in, closing the space they’d opened up between them, and claimed Dean’s mouth in a hard, possessive kiss.
Dean leaned into it eagerly, savoring the sweetness of an exchange driven by nothing more than attraction, not compelled by some damned curse. His cock sprang erect as Sam pulled him in snug against his body, but that, too, was normal, or as normal as you could consider a werewolf’s hyper-charged sex drive to be, and not that aching, mindless need.   “So you’re okay with me sticking around for a while?” Dean grinned as they broke apart, both clearly aroused, but knowing they now had the option of delaying their sexual gratification, Dean thought, just made it all the more hotter.
“Yeah, Dean, I definitely think you ought to stick around.”

“I’m just going to grab a quick shower,” Sam said casually.
Dean stretched out across the double bed in the guest bedroom. “Take your time.” He stripped down and leaned back against the headboard, stroking his cock idly while Sam showered, anticipating a night of mind-blowing werewolf sex...And speaking of which, he was going to have to lay down some ground rules for tomorrow night’s full moon. Bottoming for his not-baby-brother was one thing...But not in wolf form, Dean decided firmly. Dean drew the line at beastiality. He began to drowse off as the sound of running water continued from the adjoining bathroom, sliding down to sprawl across the bed. That was okay, Dean thought. Sam never had any trouble waking him up.
Sunlight speared through the curtains when Dean finally did awaken the next morning. He dressed and padded down the stairs to find Jo Harvelle and an unfamiliar black woman sitting in Bobby’s living room. “Hey. You seen Sam?” he asked them, glad to see this world’s Jo still alive and apparently mated to a hot werewolf chick, but beginning to wonder where his annoying, unpredictable not-brother had wound up now. Sam wasn’t in the kitchen visible through the archway.
“Sam’s here? His car’s not parked outside...You Dean?” Jo asked, nudging an envelope on the coffee table with her foot.
Frowning, Dean picked it up. His name was written across it in Sam’s tidy script. He opened it and read.
Dear Dean,
Sorry to duck out without talking to you but I didn’t want to argue. Now that the curse is lifted you can go ahead and live a normal life like you’ve always wanted, well, as normal as it gets for our kind anyway. Don’t worry about me, and don’t worry about the Dark Moon Brotherhood. They won’t be a threat for much longer. I’m going to make sure of that. Go on and live that apple-pie life. You deserve it.
Love,
Sam
“Son of a bitch,” Dean erupted. Bobby walked into the room. Dean turned eyes on him that were already tinged with gold. “Bobby. I need to borrow a car.”
...The End...
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