Bitten, A Werewolf Story

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer/Rufus Turner, Vernon
Boyd/Erica Reyes
Characters: Dean Winchester, Derek Hale, Donna Hanscum, Bobby Singer
(Supernatural), Rufus Turner, Sam Winchester, Scott McCall (Teen
Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Liam
Dunbar, Jackson Whittemore
Additional Tags: Unrealistic Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Mating Bites, Mating
Bond, Mpreg, Alpha/Omega, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff,
Romantic Fluff, Dean Winchester in Heat, Porn With Plot, Pre-Series
Dean Winchester, Werewolf Mates, Werewolf Sex, Werewolf Pack,
Unrealistic home renovation, Very minor story line with Kate Argent,
Found Family, Sam Winchester Tracks Down Dean, Brother's Reunited
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Bitten
Stats: Published: 2023-12-27 Words: 47,229 Chapters: 11/11
 Bitten, A Werewolf Story
by Slhollan

Summary

Dean gets bitten while hunting a werewolf and gets as far away from his dad as possible. He
ends up putting down roots in Beacon Hills, CA. He runs into Derek and sparks fly. Watch as
they fall in lust and love, and build a pack and family all while renovating a house.

Notes

So, full disclosure, I have never watched Teen Wolf. Everything I know I learned from
Google and other fan fics, so if you're a Teen Wolf purist, this probably isn't for you. And I
do realize that some Teen Wolf characters were dead when others were introduced, but no
one dies in my alternate reality. If you are a Supernatural purist, this isn't for you either, as I
have moved characters from where they were located in Supernatural to CA, and I made
them fit into the Teen Wolf verse. This is a fun, fluffy, and raunchy story of two men who fell
in lust and love, and the family they cobble together with a good dose of brotherly love

🙂
thrown in, too. If you are looking for a feel good story, then you've come to the right place.
 Chapter 1

As Dean walked in the forest with his dad, armed with a silver knife and a gun with silver
bullets, he was excited about hunting a real live werewolf. He hid his excitement under his
stoic mask, but come on! This is a beast of legends. Dean grew up reading werewolf stories
and comics, and now at twenty he was hunting one! What other twenty year old could say
that? He heard a rustling in the foliage, took a deep breath and readied himself to shoot when
a rabbit hopped out in front of him. ‘Stupid rabbit.’ He thought, shaking his head at himself.
That split second of Dean watching the rabbit was all the werewolf needed to pounce on
Dean, bite his neck and eviscerate him. John yelled, “No!” but he knew his son would bleed
out before he could move him twenty feet, so he focused on the werewolf and chased after
him through the forest.

As Dean lay there dying, alone, abandoned at his final hour by a dad that was never there,
had never been there for him, he realized he couldn't ever count on his dad, he could only
count on himself. He felt bad for leaving Sammy, but maybe now dad would leave him with
Pastor Jim. That was his last thought as his world turned black.

He came to hours later. He looked around and noticed it looked like the same forest he had
died in. He looked down at himself and saw the bloody, shredded t-shirt under a blood soaked
flannel. He lifted up the t-shirt, and the skin on his abdomen didn't have a mark on it. Not
even the scar from when he needed stitches after helping with the Lamia hunt. His knife was
next to him, and he picked it up and quickly dropped it as the silver burned his hand. “No
way,” he whispered. As the realization that he had been turned into a werewolf sunk in, he
also realized his dad and maybe Sammy would be back to burn his body, and if he was sitting
there alive, John would kill him as he would now be considered a monster. He quickly stood
up and left the knife lying where his body should be, but brought his gun with him as he
stealthily walked through the forest, making sure he didn’t leave a trail to follow. He knew he
was completely on his own.

His first priority was finding non-bloody clothes. He knew things got thrown out that were
left behind in motel rooms, so he thought he would check the motel’s dumpster for clothes.
He walked back to the motel, hid in a copse of trees and looked around for the Impala. It
wasn’t in the parking lot, so he stayed in the shadows and went over to the dumpster. He saw
his duffel bag, filled with all of his worldly possessions, was in the dumpster. His dad had
already thrown away all of the items that could remind him of his oldest son. He idly
wondered if Sam kept anything to remember him by, if he was even allowed to keep
anything, as he quickly and quietly grabbed it. He moved back into the copse of trees near the
motel, and he exchanged his bloody clothes for some clean ones he had in his bag. He walked
a few blocks away and threw his bloody clothes in a restaurant dumpster, and headed to the
two lane highway to hitch a ride. A trucker picked him up, and Dean Winchester disappeared
into the night.

The trucker let him ride along with him all the way to California, even paying for his meals
while they were on the road. He shrugged when Dean questioned him on it. “Company pays
up to $25 for a meal, and I was in your shoes once. A nice trucker took care of me, and I'm
just passing on the kindness. You can start driving rigs at 21,” he told Dean, and that was the
end of that conversation. The trucker told him all about being an itinerant worker for farmers,
and places where he could stay and be safe if he couldn't find a job as a picker, and dropped
him off at a farm he knew would be hiring pickers during that time of year. “Good luck, son,”
the truck driver said as he drove away. Dean realized with the goodbye that they had never
exchanged names. He spent six months picking, saving every dollar he could, living as
frugally as possible, and had saved enough money to buy a car and fix up the engine. Yeah, it
wasn't a classic, it was a beat up Honda Civic, but it was his.

He moved to a mid-sized town named Beacon Hills, and he was able to get hired by three
separate restaurants as a bus boy. The days were long, but he'd had a lot longer and harder as
a hunter. He opened a bank account under his new assumed name of Dean Winston to save
his earnings. He had found an abandoned house outside of town and squatted there. After a
few weeks, he was able to buy a small solar panel installation kit so he had electricity to run a
couple lights and he could run a small dorm refrigerator he bought used. He cooked on a hot
plate or in a toaster oven. It wasn’t the ritz, but it was his.

He hadn't wolfed out yet, but he could feel the wolf inside him getting stronger, and he knew
the next full moon he'd probably change. On his next day off, he drove into the Sierra Nevada
mountains and started hiking. On his second trip into the mountain range, he found an old
abandoned cabin, and an idea was born. He had a week until the full moon, so every minute
he was off he was strengthening the supports and installed shackles. He took off the days and
nights of the full moon from his jobs and headed to the cabin to lock himself up. It wasn't a
perfect plan, but at least if he became a mindless beast, he would be locked up and wouldn't
hurt anyone.

He closed the shackles around his wrists and ankles and waited for nightfall. He had a
camping lantern and some books he checked out from the library, and he settled in to read.
His ears were picking up all the night time sounds in the forest. He could hear the scurrying
of rabbits and raccoons, hear the treads of larger animals, maybe deer?, and heard the wing
beats of an owl and a few hawks. He wanted to run free with the animals, and if he kept his
sentience with his change tonight, tomorrow he'd run and chase after the other mammals. As
he read the books he checked out on werewolves, he slowly felt the change begin. First his
senses got sharper, he could hear new nuances in the sounds around him. Then his teeth
became pointier and sharper. And finally his fingers became more claw like. He felt the
animal instincts raising their head but he was in control. Maybe because he knew and
understood the changes his body was going through, he was better equipped to control it. He
never felt out of control the whole night. He listened to the sounds around him, longed to be a
part of them, but he didn't have a feral urge to kill. He just wanted to run and be one with the
natural world. As the sun came up and he reverted back to his human countenance, his relief
was palpable. He undid the shackles, ate, and laid down to sleep. He would get to run and be
in the wild this evening.

He woke up, stretched, took care of his ablutions in the primitive cabin, and walked into the
woods. It was evening, and he knew he would be transforming soon. Again, the urge to run
was there, so he let the urge take over. He felt the shift, noticed how improved his eyesight
was, how he could pick up the tiniest sound, and then he was off, exploring, hunting, being
one with the night. When morning came, he was exhausted and exhilarated. He was feeling
good about his change. He just needed to be outdoors more, to commune with nature during
the full moon. He snorted. Now he sounded like a hippy. He walked back to his cabin to eat
and rest.

The third and last night of the full moon started off the same as the second, but as he was
running, he smelled another wolf. Not an animal wolf, but another werewolf. The rest of the
night he searched for the elusive wolf, but nothing. When morning came, he went back to the
cabin, grabbed his belongings and went home. Now he knew another wolf was in the area, he
kept his eyes and nose peeled, but he didn't find a trace of him.

With all the hours he was working, his bank account was growing quickly, and he looked up
the property he was squatting on. It could be purchased for the back taxes that was owed on
it. He'd have the money to purchase it outright within a week. He smiled. He was putting
down roots. Once his residency was secure, he would think about making friends. That was
something he had never been allowed to do as a hunter because they never stayed in an area
long enough to make friends. As Dean got older, he just didn’t share a reality with his peers,
and he was not sure exactly how to do it now. Baby steps, he thought to himself. First buy the
house.

The next week he walked into the county center and purchased the house. They would turn
on the water and electricity in a couple of days, after they made sure the lines were still
functioning. He was smiling as he exited the building, and he ran into a man who was
walking in. “Oooof! Sorry….. Do I know you?” He asked the handsome stranger. “I feel like
we have met before.”

The green eyed man looked Dean up and down and responded, “I don't think so, but I feel a
connection to you, too. My name is Derek.” He said, introducing himself.

“Dean,” Dean replied as he stared at Derek. “I have to go, but do you want to get a coffee
sometime?”

Derek smiled and agreed, “Give me your phone.” Dean handed it to him. Derek texted
himself from Dean's number. “Now you have my number and I have yours. Don't be a
stranger.” Derek finished entering the building as Dean left. Dean worked a ton of hours the
next two weeks, but he and Derek texted each other daily, just talking about nothing and
everything. After working non-stop for the next two weeks straight, Dean had made enough
to buy an expansion pack for the original solar panels he purchased plus an electric tankless
water heater. By the end of the day he would be able to take a hot shower at his house and not
at the community center. He was working outside finishing installing the solar panels when
he heard a car pull up. He walked to the front of the house to see Derek getting out of his
Mustang. Dean knew he looked good. His muscles were flexed from putting in the panels, he
was shirtless and the sweat just drew attention to his muscular physique. His old and very
ripped jeans finished the look, and a couple of the rips almost exposed everything. Derek's
eyes roved over Dean's body, obviously liking what he saw.

“I had to come see all the work you were doing on your house,” Derek said as he walked
closer to Dean. He held a carry-out container of coffee with creamers and sugars contained in
a bag. “And I figured this was the only way we would ever get to meet up for coffee,” he said
with a rakish grin.
Dean smiled back, and led him into the house. “My house is a work in process. It may not be
the prettiest house on the block, but she is safe and sturdy, and I'll slowly get her back to her
former glory,” Dean said as he led them in the house, giving Derek a nice view of Dean's ass.

Derek set the coffees down on the kitchen counter and smiled lasciviously at Dean. “I love
your current look. Handyman chic really, really suits you.”

Dean looked Derek up and down and said, “And you look like the playboy executive coming
to slum with his blue collar…. friend.” Derek was dressed in charcoal dress pants and a white
button down shirt.

“I had a meeting at the bank. I normally am more of a jeans and flannel kind of guy.” Derek
said as he unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“Well that looks suits you. Gives you a rakish flair,” Dean said, grinning. “So, I do have this
café table here in the kitchen where we could sit, or we can sit on the front or back porch
stoops, otherwise, it is all floor.”

Derek grinned and said, “Floor works for me.”

They sat down next to each other and doctored their coffees. They both moaned as they took
their first sips, and the moans heightened their awareness of each other. When they thought
about it later, they weren't sure who made the first move, but Dean was straddling Derek’s
lap, and Derek had one hand in Dean's hair directing the kiss, and one hand on his ass,
bringing Dean’s cock into contact with his through the denim, and he was grinding their
cocks together as they were learning each other's mouths. Derek dropped his mouth down to
Dean's neck, sucking and kissing it, and Dean's head fell backwards giving Derek free access,
Dean moaning his approval. Derek was paying close attention to where Dean's neck and
shoulder met, and Dean was running his hands up and down Derek’s back, the pace of his
arm movements getting faster as they grew closer and closer to the precipice. Their cocks
were grinding and thrusting furiously, Derek’s mouth had worked it's way down to Dean’s
nipples, and as he lightly bit one of the nubs, that was it, Dean gave a high whine as he came,
holding Derek tightly against him. Derek rubbed his cock against Dean a few more times,
then he joined Dean in his enjoyment of the afterglow.

As they came down, Dean leaned his forehead against Derek's and said, “I've never been in a
relationship before. I moved around too much to form any attachments, so I had flings, one
night stands, but not an actual relationship. I'm willing to be in one and learn how to be a
good boyfriend, but please be patient with me if I fuck up.”

Derek smiled sweetly at Dean and said, “I've been in relationships but they were super fucked
up, so I'm not sure if I would be a good judge of what a good boyfriend is, either. I think as
long as we try to keep each other happy and talk it out when we're upset, we should be good.”

Dean kissed Derek languidly, and sucked on his bottom lip before he disengaged and said,
“Well, you keep doing what you did today, I'll be ecstatic. Let's go upstairs and test that
tankless water heater that I just installed,” Dean said as he stood up. Derek followed right
behind him, grabbing his ass as they went up the stairs.
They both wasted no time stripping and getting into the warm shower. Dean grabbed the
body wash and poured some into his hand and then maneuvered both of their cocks into his
hand, stroking them as they were rubbing against each other, getting them back to full mast as
the friction of their movements sent sparks through their bodies. As they kissed each other
like they would never kiss again, Derek had both his hands on Dean’s ass, first rubbing
Dean’s butt cheeks, then rubbing the pucker between them, slowly loosening the furl. All the
while he was thrusting into Dean's hand, almost mindless with the lust coursing through his
system. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some on his fingers, and rubbed Dean's
furl until it relaxed enough to allow his finger in. He starting thrusting one finger in and out
of the hole slowly at first, then in the same rhythm of Dean's strokes on their cocks. Dean
moaned as he pushed back on that finger, increasing the speed of his strokes, moving faster
and faster as the urgency became greater and greater. Their lips never leaving each other,
breathing in each other’s air as they were soaring into the abyss, and as they both exploded,
Dean's legs gave out, and as he slipped back, down the back of the tub, he took down Derek
who landed on top of him. They didn't mind that position, and laid in the tub, kissing and
stroking each other as they slowly came down from their high.

“Shit,” Dean gasped. “Those were the best orgasms I think I have ever had, and you haven't
even fucked me yet.” Dean felt Derek’s dick twitch at the thought of fucking him.

“Oh, the mind is willing, but the body's weak,” Derek replied. “Unfortunately my body needs
a little bit to recharge after just orgasming twice in twenty minutes, tops.”

“C'mon. Let's get you some clean boxers, then if you want to watch me finish putting the last
screws into place on the solar panels you can,” Dean said leading Derek into the bedroom.
There was a mattress on the floor and a dresser with a broken drawer against the wall. Dean
pulled out a pair of boxers for Derek and himself. “Do you want sweats and a t-shirt? I don’t
think my jeans will fit you. Or you gonna put the fancy threads back on?” Dean asked.

Derek answered, “If you don't mind, sweats and a t-shirt would be great.” Dean got out
clothes for Derek then went downstairs to put on his ripped jeans.

“Gotta finish this before the sun goes down,” Dean said as he headed to the backyard. “Now I
should have enough solar cells that I should be able to power this house without any
electricity from the electric company. So then the only bill I have to pay is the water bill.”
Dean stated as he was finishing securing the panels.

“What is your next project after this?” Derek asked.

“The kitchen. New cabinets, appliances, flooring, and I need to paint it. But it will take me a
couple months to get all the money together to buy all of that,” Dean said.

“You know, there is a salvage yard not too far from here. I bet we could find some good
kitchen cabinets there. We might have to sand and paint them, but they would be a hell of a
lot cheaper and probably better quality than the cabinets you'd get at one of the big box
stores.” Derek informed Dean.

“We are going to sand and paint them? So, you're gonna help me renovate my house?” Dean
asked.
“You work so much that I have a feeling that the only time I will get to see you is when I am
helping you renovate your house.” Derek said, pecking Dean on the lips as he came down
from fastening the panels to the roof.

“Well, I'm free now, and I don't work at all tonight. We can grill some burgers over the fire
pit, pick up potato or pasta salad or whatever you want to eat with the burgers, and have a
nice evening together,” Dean suggested.

“That sounds like a perfect evening. Can we make s'mores too?” Derek asked.

“Of course,” Dean answered. “Gotta have s'mores,” he said with a grin.

They ran to the grocery store to get the items needed for dinner, and were driving back to
Dean's place when Dean shouted, “Pull over!” Derek immediately did, and Dean hopped out
of the car and was looking at a free-standing, loveseat sized porch swing. “What do you
think? Think this would make a nice addition to my backyard?” Dean asked. “We could
actually sit on furniture and not on a stoop,” Dean continued.

“It would be great,” Derek agreed, “but how would we get it to your home?”

“It's only about two miles away. I'll carry it,” Dean said.

Derek shook his head. “We'll carry it. Let me take the groceries to your place and put the
refrigerated items in the fridge, and then I'll walk back here and help you carry it.”

“Or you could ask the person who's getting rid of it to drive it to your place since they own a
truck,” a third voice said.

Dean and Derek jumped and saw a blond woman, roughly in her early 30's, who was standing
at the end of the driveway. “I wanted someone to take it, that's why I put it out on the curb
already. It is a really nice swing, and it’s in great condition. It just holds too many negative
memories for me to use anymore. I’m happy someone will use it. C’mon. I'll follow you to
your place,” she said. “I'm Donna by the way.”

“I'm Dean and this is Derek. Are you sure you don't mind?” Dean said.

“Nope. I'll be happy that someone is going to use it and make good memories in it. If you
fellas can lift it into my truck, I will go get the keys,” she said as she headed back into the
house. Derek and Dean lifted it into the bed of her truck, and Donna followed them to Dean's
house. “This is yours? You've got a nice piece of land. How many acres is it?” Donna asked.

“It's ten acres, almost all wooded,” Dean said proudly. “I haven't had time to explore the
forest yet, but one of these days I will,” he said aloud. ‘Like this full moon,’ he thought to
himself. “You know, we bought plenty of food. Why don't you join us for burgers? Um, we’re
back to someone sitting on the ground or stoop though.”

Donna smiled and said, “I have a camping chair in the truck. Are you sure you fellas don’t
mind? I'd hate to spoil your romantic evening.”
Dean snorted. “We’re making burgers over a fire and chowing down. Nothing romantic about
that. And we will have time to be romantic later this evening, if we want to be. Now let's find
the perfect spot for the swing.” Derek and Dean carried it into the backyard and they decided
to put it in the shade of the Maverick Mesquite tree, and Donna set her camping chair by it.
They walked into Dean's house and into the kitchen to prepare the burgers.

As they went back outside to start the fire and cook the burgers, Donna said, “You know,
Doug, my ex-husband, left all his tools behind when he moved in with his floozy. I could run
them over here if I had two strapping young men who could lift the tool chests into my truck
for me. He had a boatload of power tools and hand tools that you could have to help with
your renovations.”

Dean turned to her, floored. “That is too much. I couldn't-"

Donna waved him away. “Pshaw. You would be doing me a favor. You taking the tools gets
rid of them for me, and when Doug comes back to get them sometime in the future, I can say
I gave them away to two strapping young men who helped me move some furniture,” she
wiggled her eyebrows, “which is completely true. He would just assume I didn't mean
moving furniture literally, and to see that look cross his face would be the best sort of
revenge.”

Derek muttered under his breath to Dean, but loud enough for Donna to hear, “Don't let me
piss her off. I don't want to know how she would get even with me.” Dean nodded his head in
agreement.

They cooked the burgers, ate until they were full, and shot the shit, laughing at each other's
stories. Donna suggested, “Why don't we get the tools now, then you two can make your
s'mores and still have that romantic evening.” Derek and Dean looked at each other and
agreed. They all piled into Donna's truck to get to her place. Donna opened her garage, and
there were two upright tool chests and a workbench. “Take all of it. I don't want any trace of
Doug left in this garage. This gives me my clean slate to move on and start over,” she said.

Derek and Dean moved it all into the bed of the pick-up, then unloaded it at Dean's place.
Before Donna could leave, Dean said, “Give me your phone.” Donna looked at him for a
minute then gave it to him. He texted himself then Derek from her phone. “Now you have
our numbers and we have yours. Don't be a stranger. You'll have to see all the renovations
your donation helped me complete on this house.” Dean said as he handed her back her
phone. “Besides, that will really set tongues wagging if we're seen entering and leaving your
place multiple times,” Dean ended the discussion before it began, wiggling his eyebrows
suggestively.

Donna turned to Derek, “And you thought I was the evil mastermind? I think he just one
upped me to the tenth degree. Alright, you two enjoy your evening, and I will keep in
contact,” she said as she gave them both a hug then swung up into her truck and left.

Dean told Derek, “I haven’t been in the garage yet. I have no idea what is in there, so just
consider yourself forewarned.” Dean was able to unlock the side door with the house key, and
they entered the garage. It was pretty unremarkable, just an empty garage with a stack of
items in the corner. They moved the tool chests and work table into the garage, and then
Dean went to look at what was piled in the corner. There was a blanket covering up the items,
and when Dean pulled off the blanket he breathed, “No way."

Derek came over to look and saw hardwood flooring planks. “I guess you’re painting, then
putting in the new floors as your next project,” Derek remarked.

“Today has been unbelievable. First, you came over, which is the highlight of the month, then
I got the swing and made a friend, then Donna gave me all these tools and the workbench,
and now I find flooring in the garage? Good things don't happen to me, Derek. My brain can't
handle all of this, I-"

Derek stopped Dean's spiral by kissing him softly, sweetly and said, “Let's go make s'mores
and relax on the swing,” he suggested.

“Or you can prove to me today has been real by fucking me into my mattress,” Dean
countered. Derek went with option number two. They were tearing off each other’s clothes,
pushing each other against walls to make out as they slowly made their way though the
house, then racing up the stairs to the bedroom, where they were entangled together, Derek
nipping down Dean’s neck, moving down to his nubs, lathering them with attention as one of
his hands moved to Dean’s ass and started to lightly pet his furl. Dean keened and panted,
“Under my pillow.” They broke apart long enough to lay down on the mattress, and Derek
reached under Dean's pillow and found the lube. He slicked his fingers and continued licking
and nipping at Dean's nubs as he started slowly opening Dean up, preparing Dean's passage
to take Derek's cock. Dean was running his hands up and down Derek’s back, digging into
the muscles as Derek found then started playing with Dean's prostate. As moans and curses
fell from Dean's lips, Derek couldn’t help himself from sliding his cock against Dean's as he
kissed and sucked Dean's neck, making a mark that all would see, making his claim. As the
frottage was getting them close to completion, Derek backed off, and Dean whined at being
denied his orgasm.

“Turn over, Dean,” Derek demanded, and Dean flipped over and got into the breeding
position. Derek knelt behind him and slowly, incrementally entered Dean while he held his
ass cheeks apart and watched Dean’s ass swallow his dick. “So beautiful,” Derek whispered.
“Your ass is swallowing my cock so beautifully, watching as your ass envelops my dick
completely is so hot.” Derek wrapped his arms around Dean’s chest, and lifted him so he was
upright on his knees as he completed entering him. “You are going to stay upright as I pound
your ass, and you will come when I tell you you can. Understand?” Dean quickly nodded,
and Derek drew back and slowly started thrusting in and out, letting Dean acclimate to his
length and girth before his thrusts got faster, harder. He kept an arm wrapped around Dean’s
chest as he increased his speed and thrust depth, until all that was heard was the slap of skin
on skin and the unhg's Dean let out when each thrust slammed home. As Derek started to
close in on his orgasm, he stroked Dean’s cock and whispered “Come," and Dean shot off
with a deep moan, spraying his chest with cum, and his orgasm was so intense that his
muscles tightened and clamped so tightly around Derek's cock that Derek came with a yell.
Derek lightly bit Dean's neck as he came, light enough that he did not break the skin, but hard
enough that Dean felt a twinge of pain. They crumbled into a heap on the mattress as their
legs gave out, and Derek rolled off Dean, but quickly spooned him as if he needed the skin on
skin contact. Dean snuggled back into Derek, so that even a piece of paper wouldn't fit
between them. As they both laid there panting, coming down from their respective highs,
Dean managed to utter one word, “Stay?”

Derek kissed the back of Dean’s neck and said, “As you wish.” They fell asleep holding each
other
 Chapter 2

Derek was still there when Dean woke up, and Dean snuggled back into him, and felt
something hard poking him in the ass. He smirked to himself and decided to wake Derek up
in the best way a man can be woken up, and he moved so his face was level with Derek’s
cock and started to slowly take in his length, his hand stroking the length that was unable to
fit in his mouth. He played with the tip of his cock for a few minutes, his tongue swiping over
it and pushing into the slit, then he started to bob his head up and down the length of Derek's
cock while sucking on it and his hand was stroking Derek’s balls. As Derek was moaning and
lightly thrusting in his sleep, Dean continued his motions switching between bobbing and
sucking and swiping his tongue over his head. Dean was startled as Derek grabbed his head,
thrust two times and came down his throat. Dean sucked Derek off until he started to get
over-sensitive, then he removed his mouth and slid up Derek's body until they were staring in
each other’s eyes. “Good morning,” he said softly.

“Good morning,” Derek replied. “I’m not complaining, but what was that for?” he asked.

“Just because I wanted to. Haven’t you had anyone do that for you just because the urge
struck them?” Dean replied.

“Honestly, no. But I told you I had two really fucked up relationships,” Derek replied.

“Huh. Well, a couple of my flings woke me up that way, and it was the best feeling, so when I
got poked with your morning wood, I wanted you to have that experience this morning. I
never thought that it might have been your first time experiencing that. Are you OK being
woken up that way? I guess I should’ve asked beforehand,” Dean said.

“More than ok,” Derek replied as he lightly kissed Dean. “You can wake me up that way any
time you like, and you never have to ask permission beforehand,” he continued as he started
working over Dean’s neck, placing more marks on him, fulfilling the primal need to mark his
mate. Derek worked his way back to Dean’s mouth, and gave him a filthy kiss. “Just don’t be
surprised when I reciprocate with this,” he muttered into Dean's ear, then flipped him over
and moved down to lick a stripe over his pucker, and continued lapping at the furl until it
opened, and then his tongue entered Dean, and Dean was moaning and thrashing from the
pleasure Derek’s tongue was causing. Dean pushed his ass onto Derek's tongue and thrust
into the bed, trying to get enough friction on his dick to come as Derek was slowly making
him go insane. Derek wiggled in a finger alongside his tongue, pressing continuously on
Dean’s prostate, and Dean came, howling in pleasure.

As Dean came back to himself he panted, “That beats being woken up by a blow job. Hands
down, best feeling ever.”

Derek grinned toothily, and stood up, slapping Dean on the ass as he did so. “C'mon. If I
remember correctly, you start work at 10:00. Let's shower and I'll take you out for breakfast
before I don't get to see you for a week again,” Derek said. Dean groaned, but got up to join
him in the shower.
After their exceptionally long shower that might have had Dean begging to come and had
him shouting and whiting out when he was finally allowed to come, Derek and Dean drove
separate cars to a little diner that Dean did not work at and ate breakfast. They talked about
Dean’s schedule for the next week, so they could get together. “I can see you during the day
on Tuesday,” Derek said, “but I already have plans for that night.”

Dean tried to hide his relief. He thought he was moderately successful. “We will just have to
do something fun, like go to that salvage yard you were talking about.” Dean teased Derek.

“That sounds like a date. I'll be at your place by 7 AM so we can get breakfast and still be at
the salvage yard when it opens.” Derek confirmed.

As they were getting ready to leave, the thought of not seeing Derek for a whole week filled
Dean with an anxious feeling. He casually mentioned, “You know, I have an hour between
my two jobs if you'd like to meet me for a late lunch/early dinner.”

And Derek answered just as casually, which meant not casually at all, “Definitely. Where do
you want to meet?”

“The deli on 5th?” Dean answered questioningly.

“Sounds like a plan,” Derek said, as he smiled brilliantly. “You gotta vamoose so you can get
to work on time. I will see you at 3:00.” Dean leaned over and pecked Derek on the lips and
he left for work.

Time dragged for Derek until it was finally 2:45 and he was waiting for Dean at the deli.
Dean made it there by 3:05, The first thing he did was give Derek a long but chaste kiss.
“How can I miss you this much when I just saw you this morning?” Dean asked in a slightly
bewildered tone.

“I don't know, but my day dragged until I could come here to meet you. I swear that the clock
actually moved backwards a few times,” Derek replied. They went to the counter to order
their food, and took it back to their booth where they held hands while they ate.

The rest of the week was the same. They'd see each other every day for 45 minutes for a late
lunch. It wasn't enough time, but it was better than nothing. Dean put in his two week notice
at his third job, so he could see Derek more. He didn't need the money to purchase his house
anymore, so now he was just working the third job to get the money for the renovations faster
and to stay busy, and between Derek and the renovations he had planned, he didn't need a
third job to keep his days filled. Both Derek and Dean texted with Donna, and when she
found out they were going to the salvage yard, she invited herself along. “You'll need my
truck to haul your kitchen cabinets,” is all she said. And that was that.

Tuesday morning dawned clear, and Dean was awake, showered and dressed by 6:30. Derek
showed up 25 minutes early at 6:35, and they were fifteen minutes late meeting Donna for
breakfast as they had needed another shower when they finished their hello. She raised an
eyebrow at them as they crossed the room, but didn’t say anything. Dean read the lay of the
land as he noticed waitresses glaring at Donna, whispered “Follow my lead,” to Derek, then
sat down next to Donna in the booth, kissed her on the cheek and said, “Hi beautiful! Sorry
we're late, but getting this one out of bed so early was a chore. I had to pull your tickling
move to finally get him moving.”

Derek had been subtly looking around, and saw why Dean was acting this way, and jumped
in, “Don't listen to him! I used your tickle move on him to get his lazy butt out of bed. But
now that we're here, we can make it up to you.” Derek said, grabbing her hand.

“Boys, I-" Donna started, only to be cut off by Dean. “I'm in the mood for a greasy sandwich
from The Silver Spoon. You haven’t even been given coffee yet, so let's head over there,” and
he had Donna up, his hand around her waist, and they were walking out of the restaurant a
moment later.

Donna turned on them after the exited the restaurant and said, “What was that all about?”

“One of those waitresses had a huge grudge against you, and it looked like her co-workers
were following her lead. I am sure anything that was served to you would have been spit in if
not something worse,” Dean said.

“We'll head over to the Diner on 3rd,” Derek told Dean as he nodded his head to indicate
Dean should ride with Donna.

“We'll meet you over there,” Dean said, herding a stunned Donna into her truck, and getting
in on the other side.

Donna drove on autopilot and when they got into the booth at the new restaurant, with the
boys sitting together this time, she said, “So that performance was for the waitress with the
grudge?”

Dean nodded. “We figured she is either the floozy or friends with the floozy. Either way, they
got an eyeful that will get back to your ex, and we were able to extricate you from a
potentially bad situation. Win/win I'd say,” Dean explained.

Donna laughed. “You boys are a hoot. Now let's eat because I'm starving.” After they all
enjoyed breakfast, they drove to the salvage yard to see if they could find cabinets for Dean’s
kitchen. As they walked around a few things caught Dean's eye, and he wrote the items down
in a notebook he was carrying. They saw one set of kitchen cabinets they liked, but there
wasn't enough for Dean's kitchen. They kept exploring, and found a set of beautiful wooden
cabinets. They were a little dinged up, and they’d need to be sanded and painted, but they
were sturdy and structurally sound. Dean measured them, and they would fit in his kitchen.
Donna went to find someone to help them as Dean and Derek inspected each cabinet for its
structural integrity.

Donna came back with an older, crotchety gentleman. “Can I help you boys?” he asked.

Dean spoke up. “I am remodeling the kitchen in my house, and these cabinets look like they'll
fit nicely. How much for the set?”

The older gentleman answered, “$800 for everything.”

Dean smiled and said, “You have a deal. I also saw a bedroom set over here,” they moved
over a few rows to an art deco style bedroom set. Dean continued, “How much for all four
pieces, bed, nightstand, and two dressers?”

The older gentleman looked the set over and said, “$700.”

“Sold.” Dean replied. “Do we need to fill out forms or anything, or do I just pay you and we
load it up?”

“We have to fill out forms, follow me,” he replied.

“Yes sir,” Dean said, following him to the front of the salvage yard as Donna and Derek
started loading the cabinets on to flatbed carts.

“Don't call me sir. My name’s Bobby,” Bobby said, introducing himself.

“Hi Bobby. I'm Dean and my friends are Donna and Derek.” Dean said as they made it to the
front counter.

As they filled out paperwork, Donna said, “We’ll have to take two trips. I can't fit everything
in my truck.”

“Or you can load my truck, and I'll follow you guys to Dean's place. I'm curious to see this
house he's renovating,” Bobby said. They loaded Bobby's truck and headed over to Dean’s
caravan style. Bobby looked around and whistled. “Is all of this land yours?” Bobby asked.

“Ten acres of it is mine.” Dean replied as he unloaded the contents of the truck into the
garage. “Like I told Donna, I haven't had time to explore it yet. Been too busy working and
getting a water heater and solar panels installed. Once the downstairs is painted, new floors
installed, and the kitchen cabinets replaced, I can take a breather and explore the woods.”

“Well, good luck to ya. If you need anything else, you know where I'm at,” Bobby said as he
took his leave.

Donna said, “So, are we painting now, or do you need to buy the paint before we can get
started?”

“Wait. You're helping me?” Dean asked, stunned.

“I blocked the whole day off to help you at the salvage yard. I can help you paint for a couple
hours. We should be able to get the living room completely painted, and if one of you rips out
the old kitchen cabinets, we might even get the kitchen done, too.” So Dean went to get the
paint and painting supplies while Derek and Donna emptied the meager supplies Dean had in
the kitchen, placing them on the floor of the empty dining room, and started to rip out the
kitchen cabinets. By the time he returned, almost all of the cabinets had been removed and
Derek was knocking on a wall.

Derek explained, “I don't think this is a load bearing wall, so we could open up your kitchen
to the living room and have one big open space.”
Dean thought for a second and nodded. “Let's do it. While I was at the store, I bought
everyone safety glasses. Let's put them on and finish demoing my house.” And with that, they
looked through Doug's tool chest, got the tools needed to demolish the wall, and started the
demo. First Dean cut a portion of the drywall off the studs to visually inspect the studs and
make sure none of them were load bearing, and then they got to work, pounding out the studs
ripping out the drywall, and taking down the wall completely, until there was just drywall that
need to be patched in the ceiling as the only reminder that a wall had been there.

Dean said, “We did it. Tomorrow I'll get the supplies to patch everything, and next week I'll
be able to paint. Thanks for all of your help. Really, I didn’t expect you to do the grunt work
with me.”

Donna smiled and said, “I am going home, showering off this drywall dust then spending the
night in my hot tub. Have fun fellas.” And she hugged both of them and left.

“Do you have time enough time to stick around for a little while or do you need to leave,
too?” Dean asked Derek.

Derek groaned and said, “I would love to stay, but I actually have to head home. Can I stop
by tomorrow?”

“Yes. The earlier the better,” Dean responded, pulling Derek in for a kiss goodbye.

“I will be here by 7,” Derek said, as they broke apart and he turned to leave. Dean watched
him get into his car and pull out of his driveway and onto the street.

Once Derek was gone, he took a quick shower and chilled on the swing, waiting for nightfall.
As the moon started to rise, Dean stripped off his shirt and felt the transformation begin. He
ran into his woods, checking out the animal trails, exploring the forest when about an hour
into his run he smelled another werewolf. He growled as the werewolf was invading his
territory. He followed the wolf’s scent, and it led him back to his house, where he saw Derek
prowling outside his home, growling to himself. Dean exposed himself to Derek, and when
Derek turned, there was no mistaking he was a werewolf, too.

Both of their animalistic instincts took over, and they were fighting for dominance as they
were kissing, their claws marking up each others back . Derek’s claws punctured Dean’s hips
as held on tightly and rutted into him, and Dean acquiesced to Derek’s dominance as he tilted
his head to the side. Derek bit down on his jugular, leaving a claiming mark. His claws
shredded Dean’s jeans, and he had entered Dean before he could even think about protesting
that move. It was a carnal, feral fucking as Derek held onto Dean’s hips and pistoned in and
out, not caring if Dean was enjoying himself, just searching for his own release. Dean was
loving being used, that Derek was just taking what he wanted turned Dean on faster than
anything else. As he felt his orgasm getting close, Derek started fucking him harder and
deeper, and as Dean came, Derek rammed something large that was at the base of his dick
inside Dean, and he bit Dean at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, biting deep enough to
draw blood, and his teeth held on as Derek thrust into Dean a few more times. As the large
item at the base of Derek’s dick inflated and locked inside Dean, Dean orgasmed again from
the additional pressure on his prostate, and the tightening of Dean’s walls threw Derek into
his orgasm, where he flooded Dean's insides with his cum. Derek continued lightly thrusting
as cum continued to spurt out of him while he still maintained his bite on Dean’s shoulder.
Dean floated in the afterglow, Derek’s continuing thrusts stimulating his prostate enough that
he was kept on a perpetual sexual high.

As the item at the base of Derek’s cock shrunk down and Derek disengaged from Dean,
Derek unlocked his jaw and released Dean’s shoulder, lapping at the wound to help facilitate
its healing. Dean was a puddle of mush, but he had managed to maintain the breeding
position, and Derek mounted Dean again. This union was just as feral and brutal, Derek
growling as he rabbit fucked Dean with an intensity unmatched in Dean’s whole sexual
history. Derek pummeled Dean’s prostate with his thrusts, and Dean had already came several
times from the prostate stimulation, and as that thing at the base of Derek’s cock entered
Dean’s opening, he came with a scream and passed out. In his feral state, Derek couldn’t stop
thrusting and fucking Dean, even with him being unconscious for a moment. As Dean
regained awareness, he felt Derek rubbing his prostate and felt the pressure build up to
another orgasm, and he came with a groan as Derek finally began to slow down. As Derek
pressed in as far as he could go and Dean felt a final spray saturate his walls, he felt a feeling
of completeness come over him. Derek laid them on their sides, and Dean was wrapped in
Derek’s arms as he fell into a deep sleep.

Dean heard the trill of the birds as the sun was just beginning to rise. Derek still held him
tight, and Dean turned so he was facing Derek. His claws had reverted back into hands, so he
traced Derek’s lips, his eyebrows, even his ears. When he finally opened his eyes, Dean
smiled at him, and planted a very passionate kiss on his lips. “That is for the best sex ever in
the history of man,” Dean said cheekily when they eventually parted.

“I don’t know what came over me. I was so happy to see you, and then my wolf was all ‘my
mate, must claim’ and I guess I claimed you and then some,” Derek explained. “We do need
to talk about this. At least we are both werewolves so that makes the talk easier, but we need
to discuss everything now, full disclosure, no more secrets on either side.”

Dean nodded his agreement. “Let's make some breakfast and sit out on the swing and talk,”
Dean said. Derek agreed, so they made scrambled eggs and sausages on Dean’s hot plate and
took their plates and their cups of coffee out to the swing. When they were all settled, Dean
started telling his tale. “My real name isn't Dean Winston, it's Dean Winchester. My dad is
John Winchester, a hunter. We were hunting a werewolf who was killing people around a
year ago now. A bunny jumped out of the bushes, and as it distracted me, I was attacked by
the werewolf we were hunting. I was bitten and eviscerated by the werewolf. My dad took off
after the werewolf, and left me to die all alone. I woke up a few hours later, healed, even my
previous scars were gone, and I couldn’t touch silver. I knew immediately what had
happened, and if my dad saw I was alive, I knew he would kill me. I hitched a ride with a
trucker who told me how to be an itinerant worker, and I was a picker for about six months
until I saved enough to buy Bessie and fix up her motor, and then I drove until I reached
Beacon Hills, and you basically know the rest.” Dean said as he finished his tale.

“Wow.” Derek said. “I never even imagined anything close to that.”

Dean nodded. “This was only my second time transforming with the full moon. The first time
I found an abandoned cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains, and the first night I shackled
myself to make sure I wouldn't kill anyone, and to make sure I didn't have an urge to kill, and
the second and third night I ran. In fact, I remember smelling a werewolf then, too. Was that
you?” Dean asked.

“Now it's time for my tale,” Derek said, grimacing. “I was born a werewolf as my mother
was a werewolf, the Alpha werewolf, which means she was the leader of the pack. My first
girlfriend, Paige, wanted to become a werewolf and be with me forever. I was fifteen at the
time, and I had planned with another Alpha to have Paige bitten in hopes of turning her into a
werewolf. The process doesn't always take, and it didn’t take and to end her suffering, I killed
Paige. Since I took an innocent life, my wolf's eyes changed from yellow to blue. Then, I was
really smart, and I entered into a relationship with werewolf hunter named Kate Argent. It
was dangerous, rebellious, and exciting. She used me to gather information on my family,
and set a fire at Hale House that killed most of my family. See, I told you that I have had
some really fucked up relationships.” Derek shook his head at himself. “Right now, I am
helping a newly turned werewolf named Scott, learn about and control his new nature. I don't
know who turned him, I'm just helping him with the fallout. I was out running with him and a
few others in the mountains during the last full moon. And that's my tale in a nutshell.” Derek
said, feeling emotionally drained.

“I think we need a nap, and then, you know what's good therapy? Patching walls, getting it
ready to be painted,” Dean said with a grin.

Derek smiled at Dean and said, “Lead the way.” And they went upstairs to bed.
 Chapter 3

They were woken up by a banging on the door a few hours later. Dean threw on a pair of
boxers, and went to see who was making that racket. He opened the door, and Donna was
there with a box of joe, to go cups, and a bag of sugars and creamer. She took in Dean's
disheveled and almost naked appearance and said, “I take it you and Derek had a late night.”

“You have no idea,” Dean responded. “C'mon in. I think we threw that bistro table in the
living room. I'm gonna get some clothes on and pull Derek out of bed. We'll be down in two
minutes.”

“You really don't need to get dressed on my account. Walk around naked if you want,” Donna
said, grinning lewdly. Dean shot her an answering grin as he went upstairs to get dressed and
get Derek out of bed.

Donna heard a loud slap, followed by a sleepy ‘what was that for' then drawers opening and
closing and Dean was down in two minutes, and Derek was right behind him a minute later.

“Good morning boys! I brought coffee, a sheet of drywall, some mud, and the trowels. Let's
drink the coffee and get to work!” Donna said cheerfully.

“Donna, thank you, but-" Dean started.

“Dean, I had this stuff laying around my house from my own remodel. Why make you buy it
too, when we can use the excess from mine? Now drink up, we've got a ceiling to patch,”
Donna said in a drill sergeant manner.

Both boys responded, “Sir! Yes, sir!” and they started their day. Within a couple of hours the
drywall was in the hole in the ceiling that was left by taking down the wall, the first coat of
mud had been added and sanded, and everyone was happy with their progress. Dean ordered
a couple of pizzas and they went to the backyard to eat. Dean and Derek had both forgotten
about their ruined jeans that were laying in the yard. Dean stammered, “ Uh, we can
explain…”

Donna waved him off. “You're young, this is your house, you weren't expecting company,
enough said. Besides, if it isn't what I'm imagining, I don't want you to burst my bubble.”
Dean just nodded, picked up the ruined jeans, and ran them to his bedroom. Donna sat in her
camping chair as the boys sat on the swing, and they chowed down as they had all worked up
an appetite.

They shot the shit as they ate, and Dean looked at his little pack, his new found family, and
he felt happy. His life was way different than he had thought it would be, but he was finding
his way. His ruminating was ended when Derek nudged him and said, “Penny for your
thoughts.”

Dean smiled warmly and said, “I was just thinking how happy I am with my new found
family.”
Donna said, “Uh oh, he's getting mushy. That means a food coma is setting in. We need to get
back to work before we all are talking about our feelings,” she said as she stood up. She
walked over to Dean, grabbed him by the shoulder and said, “Me too, kiddo,” then she
headed towards the house. Derek pecked Dean on the lips, and they followed Donna into the
house and back to work. By mid afternoon, the patching was completed and all the drywall
dust was cleaned up. Donna informed the boys, “I work tomorrow, so I won't be coming over
and waking you up, I promise. I forgot how late I would sleep in back in the day.”

Dean smiled rakishly, “We weren't just sleepin’,” he said.

“This is why you're my favorite. Now my imagination can run wild all night. I'll see you boys
next week,” she said as she gave them both a hug and went home.

Dean turned to Derek and said, “I have drywall dust everywhere, in places drywall dust
should never be. Wanna go shower it off, then you can take me to meet Scott and everyone
else? Then we can let our wolves go for a run together.”

“Sounds like the perfect plan to me,” Derek said as they both ran up the stairs.

When they were both undressed and in the shower, Derek noticed his bite mark on Dean's
shoulder. As he traced it, he said, “This should have healed. Well, it is healed, but it should be
gone, not be a permanent mark on your body.”

Dean shrugged. “Well I like it. It reminds me of when we had the hottest most feral and
primitive sex, ever, and I was completely owned by you, and at your mercy. And I loved
every second of being your submissive.”

Dean's words had the intended effect, because Derek turned to him, partly turned, and said as
he manhandled Dean into position against the wall of the shower, “Just wait for the encore.”
Dean felt claws puncture his hips as Derek’s cock penetrated him, without any prep, and as
the pain gave way to pleasure, Dean started keening, as the fast and feral pace brought him to
the edge quickly, but he needed a little something to push him over that edge. As Derek
began to knot him, he bit down on Dean's shoulder again, and Dean went soaring into the
arms of ecstasy.

As Dean came back to his self, he felt Derek pistoning in and out of him as the tie held, and
he felt Derek's bite still holding on to his shoulder. As Derek was continually rubbing Dean's
prostate with his thrusts, Dean was thrown right back into that higher plane, and was kept
there for an extended visit. As Derek slowly stopped his thrusting, Dean came back down,
and he said once he caught his breath, “That was awesome. I hate to tell you this, but I hope
this feral side of you can come out anytime, and not just during the full moon, because I'm
getting addicted to him. And what is the thing you stick in me that locks us together called?
Because that is seriously hot when we're locked together, and you want me so bad that you
keep going.”

Derek looked startled. “It's my knot. Dean, we need to go to my family crypt. I need to
quickly look something up, and then I think some of what's going on will be explained.”
Dean shrugged. “I think it's some serious hotness that's going on, but we can go to your crypt.
Let's finish washing up and then we'll head over there.”

They washed up, dressed, and were out the door 15 minutes later. Dean relaxed in the
passenger seat as Derek explained, “The crypt was kept separate from the house, so when the
house burned down it wasn’t lost. The crypt houses all our knowledge on werewolf lore and
what we know about other packs, too. I think I remember something about the bite mark and
the knot, but I want to verify it before I tell you incorrect information.”

“Makes sense,” Dean concurred. “So tonight, is it only Scott we will run with, or are there
more?”

“Scott’s best friend Stiles knows about the existence of werewolves, but he is human so he
doesn’t run. He will most likely be there when we start our run and will be sleeping in his car
when we finish. Then we have Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Jackson and Liam. They normally come
run with us, but sometimes, like this full moon they do their own thing.” Derek said as he
pulled into the high school parking lot. When Dean arched his eyebrow at Derek, he
shrugged. “This is where it has been for as long as I’ve been alive.” They entered the crypt
through a secret passage and Derek went right to a book on mating. He obviously knew what
he was looking for because he went to a certain section in the book and started reading. Dean
looked around at everything as Derek was reading the passage he sought out in the book.
After a couple of minutes, Derek said, “So, uh, according to the book, we mated last night.
The knot only comes out when we’ve found our mate, and it only manifests itself for one
person in our lifetime, our true mate. The bite mark on your neck is your mating mark, and
you only get the scar if you and your wolf accept the mating. We mate for life. There is no
divorce, no ‘oops! I was drunk’ take backs, this is our person for the rest of our lives.”

Dean though for a second then said, “So we chose each other, and as evidenced by our feral
fucking last night, our wolves chose each other, and because you’ve knotted and bit me, now
we’re mated or werewolf married?” he asked, making sure he understood what Derek had
just told him. Derek nodded his head. “Why are you looking at me like I am going to go
psycho on you. I chose you back. I wanted this, too. This was a two way street. Yes, I would
have liked to know what I was getting into before we mated, but you weren’t even aware
until I pointed out your knot, so it was a surprise to both of us.” Dean shrugged. “Our wolves
acted before our human sides could fuck anything up.”

Derek looked at Dean with relief in his eyes. “You aren’t mad at me? You don’t hate me?”

“I get to keep the most gorgeous man ever made all to myself forever. What is there to be
mad at? Everyone has thrown me away. Sammy ran away from me, my dad was never there
for me. Even as I was dying, he chose to run after the werewolf instead of staying with me. I
have someone who chooses me, and I choose them right back. I’m not mad or upset, I’m
ecstatic, “ Dean said as he ended his statement with a passionate kiss. Dean’s hands were in
Derek’s hair while Derek’s hand had a hold on Dean’s ass. Derek quickly took control of the
kiss, his tongue exploring Dean’s mouth as their tongues danced, then he moved to Dean’s
neck, marking him up, to show that Dean was his. Dean moaned and grabbed Derek’s shirt
and tore it off, needing to feel skin. As he grabbed Derek’s ass and began grinding against
him, Derek pulled Dean’s t-shirt over his head and began to suck his nipples. As Dean’s
whines got higher and higher, their frottage became more hectic as they were both so close.
Derek wiggled his hand down the back of Dean’s jeans and fingered his hole, and that was it,
Dean shot off, biting Derek deep enough that he drew blood at the crook of his neck, which
sent Derek tumbling into his orgasm as he came with a roar.

They came down from their highs clinging to one another, kissing softly, showing each other
that they accept their mating. When they had both recovered, Dean wrinkled his nose and
said, “We need another shower and a change of clothes.”

Derek smirked and said, “I will take you to where I have been squatting since my house
burned down.” He took Dean to the abandoned railway depot, and said “This is where I have
been squatting. This is the reason why I never invited you over to my place. But now, I get to
have you in my clothes, wearing my scent when you meet Scott and Stiles and possibly
everyone else. That makes my possessive heart very happy.”

Dean snorted. “Lead on, you caveman, and show me where we can wash up and change.”

Once they were cleaned up and changed, they met Scott and Stiles at the edge of the woods.
Stiles asked, “Who’s he?” pointing to Dean.

“I’m Dean, another werewolf, turned into a werewolf far away from here, so not by the same
werewolf that turned Scott, and I’m Derek’s mate.” Dean said in introduction as Derek
looked proudly on.

Derek said, “Dean’s house backs up to the woods, so we’ll meet there tomorrow night. Stiles
will have a place to sit down and have a fire while he waits for us to finish our run instead of
sleeping in his car. The others aren't coming tonight, right?” Scott shook his head. “The moon
is just about up, so everyone get your shirts off so you don't shred them.” Derek instructed.
As Derek and Dean took off their shirts, Scott And Stiles gasped as they noticed the bite
marks.

Dean smirked and said, “Werewolves mate by biting and knotting each other. The bite marks,
our mating marks, are the only permanent scars on our body. We can get into werewolf
physiology later. Let's run, boys!” he said as he wolfed out and took off, the other two in
pursuit. They ran for hours before returning to Stiles. Stiles had a ton of questions, but Dean
held up his hand and said, “I need to eat. We'll go to a diner and you can ask all your
questions there.”

They were the only ones in the diner at that hour of the morning. After they ordered their
food, Dean led the talk with, “We literally figured this out five minutes before our run, so we
may not be able to answer your questions because we just don't know.”

Stiles jumped in and asked, “What did you mean by knotting each other?”

Derek groaned and said, “You would ask the most personal question first. So, have you ever
seen dogs or wolves fuck?” He was met with blank stares. He looked at Dean, and Dean had
his phone out looking up wolf mating videos. He found one, played the video, and the boys
reaction was priceless.
“That thing is not on my dick,” Scott angrily whispered.

“It wasn’t on mine until I met my true mate,” Derek replied.

“I can attest it is there now,” Dean replied lasciviously.

“Does it feel good?” Stiles asked somewhere between horrified and curiously interested.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean answered. “I hope it sticks around after the full moon, because I’m
addicted.”

“So you guys didn’t realize you were true mates and, what, just had sex and bit each other?”
Scott asked, trying to understand.

They were quiet as the waitress delivered their food, then Derek started to explain. “So we
were both in our wolf forms, and the sex was already very base and feral, and my wolf bit
Dean as we were tied, and my teeth didn’t leave his shoulder until my knot deflated, which
was about a half hour later.”

“I didn’t bite Derek until after we learned about werewolf mating, but I didn’t plan it out, it
was just something that happened in the heat of the moment.” Dean said.

“And you can only mate once in your lifetime. And the bite only scars if the other accepts the
mating. Again, we didn’t have much time to learn about it before our run.” Derek said,
explaining everything they knew about mating.

“Damn.” Stiles said. “Now that I know way too much about you sex life, I’m not sure if I
should be turned on or horrified, or horrifically turned on.”

Dean shrugged as he finished his meal. “It’s hot, and we are two hot men doing the deed, so I
would go with turned on, but that’s just me.” Dean looked over at Derek. “Ready, babe?
We’ve got to get some sleep, then the kitchen and living room won’t paint themselves.”

Derek agreed with a “Yes, dear,” and a wink. They got up and Derek told Scott and Stiles,
“Come over whenever. Just know the house is under renovation.”

“Anything is better than that train depot.” Stiles said. As Derek and Dean left, Stiles couldn’t
help wondering, “I wonder if they’re gonna have sex now? Oh, God! Now I’m picturing it. It
is very hot, but not a picture I want in my head in mixed company. Save me Scott!”

As Stiles was picturing what they could be doing, Dean and Derek got home, wolfed back
out, and were letting their beast sides have their way as Derek had Dean pinned against a wall
and impaled with his cock, thrusting in a harshly, taking no quarter as he started a fast, hard
tempo, his thrusts hitting Dean’s bullseye as they went deeper into Dean, and Dean was
wailing as his prostate was pummeled and he had no chance to breathe between the onslaught
of pleasurable sensations that were being rammed into him. Dean let go and just enjoyed
Derek’s feral side, his claws biting into Dean’s hips, and his fangs scraping Dean’s neck.
Derek grabbed Dean’s hair and bent his head to the side, and bit down over the mating bite,
and it was game over for Dean as he locked up, and his muscles tightened and spasmed
around Derek as he came, and Derek’s knot inflated and caught in Dean. While Derek was
coming, his thrusts slowed, and he pressed in as hard and deep as he could while he growled,
his cock pulsing as he came over and over again inside Dean. As their breathing slowed and
the feralness of the moment passed, Derek started kissing up and down Dean’s neck, the back
of his neck, and his shoulders as his hands gripped Dean’s ass cheeks and slid them open to
see his knot lodged within Dean, and just the sight of his claim made another pulse of cum
spurt out of his cock.

Dean groaned as he felt the cum splash his walls, and tightened around Derek as he enjoyed
the sensation. “You know,” Dean said, “You are the only one to come inside me bareback. I
was a condom nazi until you. No glove, no love was my mantra. And I only had sex with a
couple of guys, as it was just easier to hook up with a girl.”

Derek nuzzled the back of Dean’s neck and said, “And now you will only have sex with me
for the rest of your life. Dean Winchester is off the market.”

“Yes, I am. And you're the one who wants me by your side for the rest of our lives,” Dean
agreed, tilting his head back and turning it so they could kiss. They untied, and Dean turned
around so they could continue to kiss languidly and sweetly. “Let's go to bed,” Dean said, and
they walked into the house and up to bed, holding hands.

When they woke up, they started painting the great room/kitchen area. Dean did the edging
while Derek used the roller to paint the walls. They were able to get the great room and
kitchen painted in under three hours. “It looks so much better already,” Dean said while
trying to get the kinks out of his muscles.

“Let's take a hot shower to relax our muscles before our run,” Derek said. “And afterwards
I'll go get steaks and side salads for dinner.”

“That sounds awesome,” Dean said, and they headed towards the bathroom for a shower.
Dean moaned as the hot water hit his muscles. “What I wouldn't give for a hot tub right now,”
he said as he melted under the warm spray.

“Or even a pulsating shower head with good water pressure,” Derek agreed. They dried off
and Derek left to go get food for dinner while Dean got wood for the fire and started the fire
in the fire pit. Derek returned with Stiles and Scott right behind him. “I got four steaks and
plenty of side salads, and even ready made potato wedges from the deli,” Derek said as he
brought over his bounty. “Scott, Stiles, help me bring out the café table, condiments, plates
and silverware while Dean starts cooking the steak.”

“Aye, aye, captain," Stiles said as he and Scott followed Derek into the house. Dean placed
the steaks over the fire, and turned them after a few minutes. By the time the steaks were
done, everything was outside. The plates were handed to Dean, and Dean took the steaks off
the fire. Everyone sat down to eat, Stiles and Scott at the café table and Dean and Derek on
their swing. The only sound from them was their chewing and mmmm's as they took a bite.

After they had taken the edge off their hunger, Stiles asked, “How did you learn how to cook
like this? You cooked these steaks perfectly, and it was over a fire pit. That was amazing,” he
proclaimed.
Dean shrugged. “My dad was, well is, a hunter, so we camped a lot to save money on
lodging. I raised my brother, so I had to learn how to cook over a fire to feed us. And I had to
cook the food well, it had to be tasty, or Sammy wouldn’t eat it,” Dean explained.

“A hunter? And you get on my case about Allison?” Scott yelled, ready to throw down with
Derek.

“Hey! I don't know this Allison chick, but my dad and brother believe I'm dead, and if they
knew I was alive, they would try to kill me. If Allison has links to the hunting world, Derek is
right to tell you to be cautious because most hunters believe that if something is supernatural
you need to kill it, even if the creature has never killed anyone, because killing is in the
creature's nature. And a lot of hunters think nothing about torturing a creature for
information.” Dean snapped, defending his mate.

Scott backed down, stunned. “I didn't know that,” he said.

“Hunters are not nice people when it comes to supernatural beings. So this Allison chic may
be different, but her family will kill you if they find out, so tread carefully.” Dean said in a
tone of finality. Scott just nodded.

Derek said, “The moon is just about up. You guys ready to run?”

Dean jumped up and whipped off his shirt with Scott right behind him. Derek laughed, threw
his shirt into the pile, and they were off. They ran as a pack with Derek in the lead, and Dean
and Scott following. As the sun was just starting to show itself, the wolves returned back to
Dean’s house and shifted back to their human form.

“That was awesome! Best run ever!” Dean said after he had shifted.

“That was a lot of fun,” Derek agreed.

Stiles was asleep on the swing, and Scott went to wake him up. “We’re back, Stiles. Time to
wake up.”

Stiles woke up, yawned, and said, “That swing is surprisingly comfortable.”

“C’mon, we’ve gotta get home. We’ve got school in a couple of hours.” Scott said, and the
two boys left.

Derek and Dean took a shower and flopped into bed. “I work in five hours,” he moaned.

Derek looked just as upset as he said, “We’re back to just lunchtime visits.”

Dean proposed, “I want you to move in here. I only work the 3rd job for two more days, and
then I’m down to two. And I don’t work all three jobs at the same time, so I’ll be home every
night, and I would love to come home to you. If we are mates, we should be living together
anyway.”

Derek flashed Dean a blinding smile, “I would love to live with you,” he said, as he started
kissing Dean down his neck, paying special attention to the mating mark. Dean’s hands were
running up and down Derek’s back, as Derek made it down to Dean’s nipples, and he started
just lightly licking the nubs. Dean arched his back, and Derek started nipping and suckling
the nubs, which had Dean moaning as his hand went into Derek’s hair, lightly holding him to
his chest as Derek kept up his delicious torment. Derek reached a hand down and started to
slowly stroke Dean’s member as he continued nibbling on the nubs, and the pain/pleasure
was driving Dean closer to the edge.

Derek started pinching and flicking and rolling the nubs between his fingers as he worked his
way down Dean’s body, stopping to worship his hip bones for a few minutes before his
mouth engulfed Dean’s cock in warm, moist heat. As Derek took his full length down his
throat and swallowed around him while still pinching and rolling his nubs, Dean keened
loudly in the back of his throat, and as Derek repeated the move, Dean was gone, blowing his
load down Derek’s throat as Derek swallowed everything.

As Dean was gasping, coming down from that high, Derek flipped him over and quickly
fingered him open and was seated inside him before Dean had caught his breath. He was
slowly thrusting, more like gliding in and out, and his cock was putting continual pressure on
his prostate. Derek was kissing the back of Dean’s neck and ears, which was such an
erogenous zone on him, while maintaining the slow glide. Dean felt a slow build up of that
pleasurable tension, as Derek’s cock kept sliding against his prostate, sending sparks of
pleasure through his body, and the licking and kissing the back of his neck and ears was
making Dean moan and twitch as it was too much and not enough at the same time. Derek
picked up his pace slightly and was thrusting deeper, but it was not rough, it was still that
gentle glide. And as Derek’s knot began to pull at Dean’s opening, and the heat built up to the
exploding point, Derek gave one final thrust as his knot locked into place, Dean came with a
wail, feeling Derek’s cum splash his walls as his cock pulsed inside him. Derek was panting
against Dean’s neck as he collapsed, laying on top of Dean, his weight pinning Dean down,
and Dean reveled in feeling owned and cherished. Eventually, Derek got the energy to roll
them to their side, and his arm locked Dean’s back to his chest, their full lengths pressed
against each other. Dean fell asleep feeling loved and claimed.
 Chapter 4

Dean’s alarm went off three and a half hours later, and he cursed as he got up. He so did not
want to go to work, especially when there was an Adonis in his bed. But he made himself
quickly shower. He noticed Derek was gone when he came back to the bedroom to get
dressed, and as he made his way downstairs, he smelled coffee brewing and bacon cooking.
He saw Derek at the hot plate making bacon as he was cracking and whisking eggs to be
made once the bacon was completed. Dean helped himself to a cup of coffee and asked,
“Why did you get up out of bed? I could have picked something up.”

Derek kissed Dean on the cheek and replied, “When you leave, I will go to the depot and
pack up my stuff and bring it over and get it moved in. I will meet you for lunch at the deli,”
Derek said as he divvied up the bacon between two plates, dumped the grease into a glass jar,
then poured the egg mixture into the pan to make scrambled eggs. “Now eat, you need to
have energy for work.”

Dean didn’t know how to react. No one had ever made breakfast for him, he was the one who
took care of everyone. He ate the bacon and eggs and drank his coffee, and in a husky voice
said, “Thanks for cooking breakfast. I’ve never had anyone do that for me before.”

“Well, get used to it because my man deserves to be spoiled,” Derek said grinning, as Dean
softly kissed him then went to brush his teeth and leave for work.

Derek had a few pieces of furniture in the train depot, so he brought those over first. A hutch
and sideboard he was able to save from Hale house, a couple of chairs and a new memory
foam mattress that he bought, and a couple floor lamps. He rented a truck and grabbed the
furniture first, then after he returned the truck, it was time to meet Dean for lunch. The
moment he saw Dean, an anxiety in his gut that he didn’t even realize was there, disappeared.
Dean looked just as happy to see him. He came to Derek and said, “Is it stupid that I feel
complete now that I can see you again?” he asked.

Derek replied, “No, because I feel the same way. It was like a ball of anxiety in my gut
disappeared the moment I saw you.”

“This is freaky, you know that, right?” Dean asked.

“It must have something to do with the bond. Unfortunately, my parents died before we ever
discussed all it entails,” Derek said.

“Well, we have your books. Maybe bring a couple home and we can read through it tonight,”
Dean said. Derek nodded his agreement. They were constantly touching all through lunch,
holding hands, Derek's arm was wrapped around Dean's shoulders, Dean had a hand on
Derek's upper thigh, there was some sort of touching between them. As they got up to part
ways, Dean said, “I know this will sound extra clingy, but can you drive me to my next job? I
just don't want to be apart from you yet.”
Derek smiled and said, “Why don't you drive us since you get out of work late. I will walk
back to my car once you have to go into work.” Dean nodded, and they walked to his car.
Dean drove the three blocks and parked. As he turned to tell Derek goodbye, Derek was on
him, kissing him as if they hadn't touched for months, and Dean returned his fervor, sucking
Derek's lower lip, parting his lips, so his tongue could enter, only for his tongue to retreat as
Derek's tongue chased into his open mouth. Shirts were lifted as hands went after skin on
skin contact, hair was pulled, and as Derek began to wiggle his hand into the back of Dean's
pants, Dean pulled the plug, saying, “As much as I want to ride you, I have to go into work,
and I can’t smell like sex all day.”

Derek pulled back and sighed, resting his forehead on Dean's and said, “I know, but damn,
the need, want, and desire was there and all of them were pushing for more. Go in and work
your shift. I'll see you at home. I need to finish moving my stuff anyway.” They straightened
their clothes and went their separate ways.

Derek packed his meager kitchen items and clothes and brought them over to Dean’s place,
our place, he corrected himself. He placed the kitchen items in the room that looked like it
had been the dining room at one time, and took his clothes upstairs and put them away. Once
that was completed, he had three more hours until Dean came home. He decided to go for a
run to get rid of his excess energy. As he was running, his wolf hearing picked up a fight up
ahead. He looked around and he was by Donna's house. He ran to her front door and
knocked. If Donna didn't answer in five seconds he would break the door down. Five, four,
three, two- “Hi Derek! What are you doing here?” she asked, happy to see him although she
was disgruntled with the other person in the room.

“I was jogging by and thought I heard something. Is everything ok?” he asked.

“Just Doug being an ass. He heard about you and Dean-o and came over to play the jealous
jilted lover,” Donna said.

“But didn't he leave you for that floozy? That opened the door for me and Dean,” Derek said,
laying it on thick for Doug to hear.

Donna nodded. “Exactly. So that was why I was telling him that him playing the jealous,
jilted lover made no sense, whatsoever. He can't leave me and be jealous too, it doesn't work
both ways.”

Derek put his arm around Donna and whispered in her ear, “Do you need me to get rid of
him?”

Donna laughed like he said something funny. “What time does Dean get off of work?” Donna
asked.

“In two hours,” Derek answered.

“Well then you better get a shower so you're ready when he gets here.” Donna said, pointing
with her head to the bedrooms and bathroom.
“Are you sure? I'd like to know this doofus is gone before I get naked in the shower,” Derek
said, not moving and staring down Doug.

Doug harrumphed and said, “I was just leaving,” and he left the house, slamming the front
door.

Donna sagged, and Derek gave her a hug. “Why don't I stay for a little bit, just to make sure
Doug is done for the night. Let me text Dean and let him know what's going on.” He did that
and Dean responded two minutes later. “Dean got out early tonight, so he's heading over here.
He should be here in five minutes.”

“You guys don't have to hangout here. I am sure you have something better to be doing, “
Donna said.

“Donna, you're our friend. We have nothing better to do than to make sure you’re safe and
mentally ok.” Derek heard a car door slam. “And here's Dean now.”

Dean entered the house and gave Donna a hug before leaning against his mate. “So what is
this I heard about Doug being an ass?” he asked. Donna gave him the short version with
Dean nodding along. “So I think we are sleeping on the couch tonight to make sure Doug
doesn't come back. I don't like that he just came in like he owned the place. Have you
changed the locks since he left?” Donna shook her head no. “We will call a locksmith first
thing in the morning. Do you have any extra blankets?”

Donna said, “I have an extra bedroom with an extra bed. Please use it, and have as much loud
sex as you want so Doug hears you if he is listening in.”

Derek and Dean looked at each other for a minute. “It only woks if Doug can hear you, too.
Otherwise, the cat will be out of the bag.” Derek started.

“And we aren't saying you have to have sex with us, just maybe be in the room with us and
moan if something is hot, or if you want to get off to us getting off, that is fine, too. Or Derek
and I won't have sex tonight, which is fine, too,” Dean said, smiling gently at Donna. “Your
house, your call,” he said.

“I may be a country bumpkin, but even I know better than to turn down a live viewing of the
two of you going at it. I think we should get in the hot tub first, so I can relax before the real
action starts,” she said.

“Oh Donna,” Dean purred, “It will be very hot and very relaxing in your hot tub.”

‘Dean's prediction was right,’ Donna thought to herself. The three of them were in the hot tub
in their birthday suits for Doug’s benefit, since they were sure he was watching. Derek and
Dean had initially sandwiched Donna on the hot tub seat, but now Derek and Dean were
kissing, leaning over Donna from either side of her, and their male genetalia was rubbing her
thighs as they were going at it right in front of her. As they leaned further into each other,
hands moving to grip an ass or the hair of their partner, a body would writhe while in contact
with hers, and as a hand flailed to get to its preferred body part, it would flick a nipple,
getting Donna more interested by the second.
Then Derek was straddling her legs while Dean rode him, and Dean's knee was pressing
against her crotch and the pressure was hitting the right spot, and if she moved just right,
ohhhhhh, yes! That’s the spot! As Donna ground against Dean’s knee, Dean was lost in the
sensations of riding Derek, his dick going in and out of his hole, stroking his walls and
rubbing his prostate just right. Dean’s hand that was supporting him as he gyrated on Derek
was resting on Donna’s pelvic bone. During his hip thrusts, his hand slipped and went farther
down her pelvis, and his thumb was in Donna’s cunt. As Dean threw his head back in ecstasy,
his fingers straightened, and he was unknowingly brushing her clit. Donna was thrusting,
rubbing herself against his fingers, and as Derek kept fucking and stimulating Dean, his
fingers kept spasming, and as she continued rubbing on his fingers, she came with a low
groan. Dean heard her groan, but it was secondary to the pleasure he was receiving from
Derek’s thrusts. His hand tightened around Donna as the tension grew in his gut, putting
additional pressure on her clit, and as Derek’s thrusts had Dean moaning higher and higher,
Donna joined him in moaning at higher decibels as Dean did not let up on the pressure on her
clit, in fact he was pressing against her harder the closer he got to his orgasm. And as Dean
shot off for the second time, Donna came harder and louder than she ever had before. And as
Dean’s thumb pushed further into her as he was orgasming, his fingers spasming, she was hit
with another mini orgasm and groaned lowly. Dean was completely lax as Derek kissed him
hungrily, pounding into him a few more times before erupting inside of him. Derek held Dean
close as they pivoted, and Dean was straddling Derek’s lap, still tied together although Donna
couldn’t see that. They all leaned back into the jets and enjoyed being boneless as they came
down from their highs. Once he had returned to his body and untied from Dean, Derek
carried Dean out of the hot tub and tucked him into bed, and then he did the same for Donna,
tucking her in her bed. Then he curled around Dean and he fell asleep.

The morning started with Dean being pounded as Derek thrust unforgivingly inside of him.
“You are mine Dean Winchester, and although you are a sex god, you only use your powers
on me, got that?” Dean moaned his response. “That's right. No more fucking anyone, you are
mine to dominate, to own. Your ass and mouth are only mine, understood?” Dean moaned
louder as Derek thrust harder and deeper. Derek brought Dean to an upright kneeling
position, and ground into him, going as deep as he could reach, grinding against Dean's
prostate as he pulled his head back and bit him on the shoulder, reclaiming him as Dean
howled, ejaculating everywhere. Derek continued to thrust inside Dean, finally coming as he
held on to Dean's shoulder with his teeth, not releasing his bite until he had come down from
his high. They snuggled and kissed, speaking words of love and adoration as they basked in
their happy glow.

Dean showered and redressed in yesterday's clothes to go to work, and Derek ran back to the
house, both reasonably sure Doug had heard and watched the scene in the hot tub, and he
would not be bothering Donna anytime soon. They met for lunch, and both men had a hard
time leaving each other after lunch, and Derek was the one to pull back this time and shoo
Dean in to his next job.

Derek was meeting Scott after his lunch date with Dean, just to check in with him, and make
sure he was doing ok. Scott asked, “Can we all hang out Wednesday night? Everyone heard
about Dean and wants to meet him.”
Derek shrugged his shoulders. “Sure,” he said, “but we are ripping out old flooring and
putting in new, and I doubt that will be done in three days time, so bring camp chairs because
we'll be outside.”

“Since me and Stiles hang out at your guys' house, and probably the rest of the group will too
after they meet Dean, my parents are getting rid of a patio set that seats six, and I thought it
would be perfect for your guys' house. There is nothing wrong with it, my mom just liked a
new set better. Would you guys be okay if I brought that over tomorrow? That way we can all
sit comfortably on the patio,” Scott said.

“I'll check with Dean, but I'm sure he'll be happy to take it,” Derek said.

Scott visibly relaxed. “Good. I didn't want to insult either of you, it was just a coincidence
they were going to throw that set away.” Derek nodded, and they parted ways. Derek went
home to make dinner in the crock pot for him and his mate.

When Dean got home, he smelled something delicious. “Babe, what is that smell? It smells
wonderful.”

Derek said, “I found a crock pot recipe for white chili. I hope you like it.”

“If it tastes anything like it smells, I will love it,” Dean said as his stomach rumbled.

They sat down at the bistro table in the previously dedicated dining room. As they ate, Derek
asked, “Would you mind if I started ripping out the old floors and seeing if we needed new
subfloors before we install the new hardwood floors? I could get a start on it tomorrow, and
maybe get all of the living room floor removed and subfloor checked. Oh! And I ordered a
dumpster to be delivered tomorrow, and we'll have it for two weeks so we can get rid of the
old cabinets, flooring and drywall. I hope you don't feel like I am stepping on your toes by
ordering that.”

Dean stood up and kissed Derek softly on the lips. “It feels wonderful to have a partner who
wants to help me in everything I do, from renovating this house to cooking dinner for me
after a long day at work, I have never had this kind of support, and I can't thank you enough
for it.”

Derek leered at him and said, “Just wait until I support you in the bedroom.”

“After eating that dinner, I need to work off some of those calories. Bring it on,” Dean said.
And as clothes were strewn in a trail going towards their bedroom, and walls were supports
for various positions as Dean was held against one, Derek was pinned against another, and
Dean wrapped his legs around Derek's waist as he drove home and fucked Dean within an
inch of his life against another. As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and Dean's
“Unhs" each time as Derek rammed home, filled the living room, Derek started growling low
in his throat as the thrusts became more feral and harsh, and Dean held on as he felt Derek's
claws pierce his hips. He felt the knot begin to inflate, and he let out a wail as he came, and
his canal tightening had Derek roaring, and biting his neck as he rabbit fucked Dean. Dean
shot off again as Derek bit down, then hung loosely onto to Derek as he was completely sated
and lax from all of the happy endorphins flooding his body.
As Derek untied, he held Dean tightly, then carried him up the stairs. As he laid them down
on his memory foam mattress, Dean opened his eyes and said, “This isn't my old, crappy
mattress.”

Derek kissed him and said, “Nope. It's my newer, memory foam mattress.”

“Mmmhmm. Memory foam. It will remember me,” Dean said as he fell asleep, worn out
from work and sated from their round of sex. Derek smiled and he slid in next to Dean,
pulled him into his chest, and fell asleep.

The next day as Dean left for work the dumpster was delivered. Derek broke the old kitchen
cabinets down and threw them away, and emptied the garbage can full of drywall pieces, plus
threw all the old lumber that was in the walls in the dumpster. By then it was time to leave
and meet Dean for lunch. Dean entered the deli and said, “You are not allowed to leave the
house all sexy, sweaty, and virile looking. I have seen six women side eyeing you in the two
minutes I've been here.”

Derek gave Dean a kiss and said, “Now you know how I feel every day when women are
eyeballing you. Let's take our food to go and eat in the park. It's a nice day out, and I'd like to
enjoy it with you.” Dean agreed and they ate their lunch outside in a secluded corner of the
park with no one around them.

“Today is my last day at the Italian restaurant, so I'll bring us home dinner from there
tonight,” Dean said. “I am thinking about going down to three days a week on my second job.
I have to get appliances and furniture for the living room, but that is all the big purchases I
have left for now, until we start renovating the upstairs, that is.”

Derek kissed Dean and said, “I would love if you cut back your hours. We can use my money
for the renovations, too. I received both my parents life insurance when they died, plus the
Hale estate and funds. I invested most of it, so we are very well off. I don't let anyone know
about my financial situation, but as my mate you should know, and you will be added on to
all my holdings. So, if you wanted to open your own garage or handy man service, we could
do that. And if you want to stay a bus boy you can do that, too. I know being idle would kill
you, but you have options open to you that you didn't have before.”

Dean just stared at Derek for a second and then said, “I am in a Harlequin romance novel. I
get swept off my feet by a dark haired, gorgeous brooding guy, we get mated within a week
of our first date, and then I find out he is an heir and loaded. Yep, Harlequin romance
material right there.”

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “No, the Harlequin romance is that I met a gorgeous
guy who was renovating his house, I started to help with the renovation on our first date,
we're mated within a week of our first date, and we are renovating the home together, making
it ours.”

Dean smiled and said, “We have two Harlequin romance stories playing out here. This would
fly off the shelves and be a best seller if we would write it.”
Derek laid on top of Dean and kissed Dean passionately and said, “But that would take time
away from all the sex we enjoy.”

Dean rolled Derek over and ground down into him, “And all the times we have blue balls
because I have to go into my other job.”

“You know, if we were to 69 each other, you wouldn't smell like sex when you went in to
your next job, and neither of us would have blue balls,” Derek said as he pulled Dean's ass
tight against him and ground them together as he was kissing Dean's neck and jawline, finally
capturing his lips while not letting up on their frottage, in fact he increased the tempo and
pressure.

Dean groaned as he got close and said, “Yes! Just hurry before I blow my load.” Derek had
both dicks out of their pants and had Dean's swallowed down in under thirty seconds, with
Dean following right behind him. They were so close that it was only a few bobs along with
muffled moans and they were both coming down their partner's throat, the euphoric high
swallowing them both in it's embrace.

After they regained a modicum of awareness, they put themselves away and straightened
their clothing. Dean groaned as he said regretfully, “I have to go to my other job before I am
late. See you at home tonight,” as he kissed Derek goodbye.

Derek went back home, and started tearing out the living room floor. He was lost in the
physicality of it when he was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Scott and Stiles were
there with the patio furniture, so he helped them carry it to the cement slab that was outside
the back door. After all the furniture was set in place, Scott asked, “Can we see the
progress?” Derek nodded affirmatively and led them to the living room where he had about a
quarter of the floor ripped out.

“Damn,” Stiles said. “I never would have pegged you as a handy man. Look at you go! That's
a lot to get done in one day.”

Derek shrugged. “I'm motivated. Plus, it keeps me busy while Dean’s at work. And there is a
lot you don't know about me, just as there is a lot I don't know about you.”

“That's fair,” Stiles said. “I think with Dean joining our little pack, that the mystery
surrounding everyone will slowly be melted away.”

“My mate has that affect on everyone,” Derek said proudly. “Do you think everyone will
behave, or should I warn Dean that they are going to try to test him?”

Scott thought for a second and said, “I believe they will behave as they are honestly curious
about him. And I think with you as our Alpha, and Dean as Alpha mate, they will be better
behaved in general as the Alpha unit is more stable. Before Dean, I was leery of you being
Alpha, but I can already see a change in you. You’re less broody and more happy, content.
And Dean has a natural flare for and a great sense of leadership, and he doesn't exclude
anyone or single anyone out for ridicule. He's hard working, but he knows how to have fun.
You two just balance each other completely.”
Derek smiled and said, “Yeah, we do. I might invite one more person to our get together. She
has become a real good friend of ours, Donna is her name. Since we won't be spilling any
secrets at this dinner, I know Dean would want her included.”

Scott and Stiles nodded their agreement. Scott said, “We'll let you get back to work. Maybe
you'll finish ripping out the living room floor by the time Dean gets home.”

Derek went back to work ripping out the floor, and he fell into a hypnotic rhythm until he
heard Dean yell, “Honey, I'm home!” Derek looked around and he had finished ripping out
the living room flooring and had started on the kitchen floor, too. Dean came around the
corner and saw all the work Derek completed. “Babe, you did awesome! I can't believe how
much you got done in one day!”

Derek turned red with embarrassment and said, “I just got into the zone, and from one blink
to another you were home and I had all this floor ripped out.”

“Well, let's take break and eat in the back yard,” Dean said, lifting his bag of food so Derek
could get a whiff.

Derek’s stomach growled, and he said, “Let's. I have to tell you that Scott and Stiles brought
over a patio set that Scott’s parents were getting rid of. It's a nice set, and I think you'll like it,
I just forgot to mention he was bringing it over. It’s on the cement patio.”

Dean stepped onto the cement patio and said, “Huh. So that’s what I was supposed to put
here. I wondered what I should do with this as I have never had a patio before. I like it.” He
sat the food on the table and divided the food between them. They were both starving from
working all day, so they made quick work of eating dinner.

When he finished eating, Derek said, “Scott is bringing the pack over on Wednesday for a
cookout. The main reason is for them to get to know you and accept you as a pack mate. I
thought we’d invite Donna, too, since this will be a relaxed meet and greet. What do you
think?”

Dean thought for a moment and concurred. They continued talking as they headed up to bed.
 Chapter 5

Wednesday dawned bright and clear. Derek had pulled up the old floor in the living room and
kitchen, replaced the rotted or deteriorating subfloor, so now he and Dean were ready to lay
down the new wood floor. They had just poured their morning coffee when someone knocked
on their door. They opened it, and Donna was on the other side. “You guys didn’t think you
were going to lay this floor without me, didja?” she asked. “I was here for the start of this,
and I’m going to help finish this project.”

“Coffee?” Dean asked.

“He's monosyllabic until he gets his first cup of coffee in his system,” Derek explained.

“Ah, then yes, I would love some coffee,” Donna replied and Dean poured her a cup and
gestured towards the sugar and creamer as he finished his first cup and poured himself a
second cup.

Derek said, “He will reboot and start talking in full sentences in about five minutes.” Donna
nodded, and watched as Dean came back online.

“Ok. Now I'm ready.” Dean said a few minutes later. “Good morning Donna. You decided to
do slave labor for us again today?”

“Well, I am getting a nice meal tonight, so I figure it is a good trade off,” she said, smiling.
“So how do we start this?”

“We’ve already prepped the floors, so now we just lay the floor and nail it into place,” Dean
said. “This first row should go fast, hopefully. If you want to bring us the wood planks to
start, and then when we need to measure and cut the last board, you can jump in and help
whichever one of us stays to lay the next row as the other one cuts and then lays the last piece
in the first row. We are hoping to get the floor laid in three to four hours, because then we
will need to sand and stain it.”

“Well then let's get crackin',” Donna said, and they were off, laying the floors, cutting the end
pieces and nailing it down. With the three of them working together, they got the floors laid
in three and a half hours. Donna went to pick up some pizzas for lunch as Derek used the
large floor sander and Dean used a small orbital sander to prep the floors for stain. By the
time Donna got back to the house and placed the pizza on the patio table, the sanding was
done, and they just had to clean up the sanding dust and they'd be able to stain.

Dean stripped down to his boxers and beat the dust off his clothes in the backyard and Derek
followed suit. “Faster and easier than taking a shower and getting another pair of clothes full
of all that dust. Besides, it can't be good for a washing machine to rinse all of that dust out of
the clothes,” Dean said as he arrived at the table in just his boxers and sat down, digging into
the pizza. Derek joined them a minute later, similarly undressed and dug in, too.
“Ah, the perks of country living,” Donna said. “You could be naked in your backyard and
nobody cares. You know, I had a noise complaint from my neighbor stating we were too loud
in the hot tub. Please! I am sure they were watching the whole thing and were just jealous
they couldn’t join in.”

Dean snorted and said, “Well if they were watching, they got an eye full as I didn't stay
covered by the water and neither did you. Even Derek’s dick could be seen as I rode him if
they were close enough or using binoculars.”

“Knowing this neighbor, he probably recorded it on his phone,” Donna said wryly.

“We need to do that,” Dean said to Derek. “Make some sex tapes, maybe even put them on
the internet and see if anyone watches them. Hell, put on a live show for them, get your
jealous juices flowing. What do you think, babe? Think you could handle everyone seeing
my ass with your dick going in and out of it?”

Derek said to Donna in a tightly controlled voice, “Unless you want to see what is going to
happen, I suggest you take a twenty minute drive,” and then he pounced on Dean, using his
Alpha strength to bend him over the table and he pulled down his boxers and smacked his ass
as he said, “This is what bad boys get when they taunt their mate.” He smacked Dean's ass
until it was cherry red, and then entered him without any prep knowing he wouldn't hurt
Dean as he was still sort of loose since they had had sex a few hours before, and began
thrusting hard and fast. You could hear the flesh slap as Derek collided with Dean’s ass, and
Dean was groaning/moaning with each slap of flesh, the pleasure/pain dichotomy turned him
on like nothing else. As Derek thrust harder and faster, Dean was on the edge, and as Derek
wrapped his arm around Dean and pinched his nipple, Dean toppled over the edge, wailing as
his cum spurt out all over the table. Derek bit Dean's neck as he came, proving his dominance
once again, and Dean's cock pulsed out another load of cum as he felt Derek pulsate inside
him followed by a spurt of cum spraying his walls. Dean laid on the table with Derek laying
on top of him, catching their breath, when they heard some high pitched squeaks followed by
a moan. Derek muttered, “We weren’t the only ones that needed to get off from your dirty
talk, you bad boy," and Derek bit his ear as he lightly breathed into it, and Dean got
goosebumps.

“Stop that unless you want to go another round,” Dean said.

“What I want and what I can have are two different things, as we need to clean the floors and
stain them,” Derek said. “Clean yourself and the table off, then you can take the tacky cloths
over the floor I have already vacuumed. Same goes for you, Donna.” He received twin nods,
then grabbed his clothes and got dressed and headed to the garage to grab the industrial
vacuum. He had completed vacuuming the kitchen before Donna and Dean showed up. He
smirked to himself when he noticed Dean’s delicate movements which telegraphed his ass's
soreness. He finished vacuuming and helped them finish wiping the floorboards with the
tacky cloth.

Dean stained the floors with a sponge mop as Derek and Donna wiped off the excess stain.
The floor was completely stained by 3:00. Donna said, “Come back to my place to shower,
and you can use the spare bedroom tonight since the floor won’t be dry for 24 hours.”

“Are you sure you don't mind?” Dean asked.

“Not at all. Maybe you can even give my neighbor another show,” Donna said, winking and
laughing. They quickly showered at Donna’s and went back to their place to get everything
ready. The card table and chairs from Donna's and the bistro table was set up next to the patio
set. They had set the dorm refrigerator on the patio and plugged it in. They had a cooler filled
with food, and a cooler full of soda pop and water. Everyone who was coming over for the
cook out was aware the interior of the house was off limits due to the renovations. Dean was
boiling a pot of water for corn on the cob on his hot plate, and Dean would start grilling the
steaks after everyone arrived. Derek and Dean had prepared a bowl of watermelon and a
bowl of potato salad to serve with the steaks. Scott was bringing a cheesy hash brown
casserole that he said was the bomb, and Stiles was bringing a vegetable salad with dressings.
Donna brought a plate that was filled with brownies for desert. Everything was all prepared
for dinner, so they could eat when all the guests showed up.

Scott showed up first with a crock pot and folding table. “My mom made me bring it to hold
the crock pot,” he said, embarrassed.

“Hey, all good man! I can put the hot corn and the steaks over there, too. We'll have a table
for the hot food and desert, and the fruit and salads can be on the table,” Dean said smiling at
Scott.

Stiles was next, and he had another card table. “My dad made me bring this,” he grumbled.

Dean laughed and pointed to Scott's card table. “Scott's mom made him bring one, too. We
will put all the cold dishes on your card table, that way the food bowls won't be in anyone’s
way.”

Donna was next, and she had her brownies and ice cream. “You can't eat brownies without
ice cream. That's just… un-American,” she stated.

Dean laughed then led her over to Scott and Stiles. “Scott, Stiles, I would like to introduce
you to Donna. She is a good friend of ours. Donna, this is Scott and Stiles, two of Derek’s
friends.”

As they started talking, getting to know each other, Dean heard a few cars pull into the
driveway. He walked over to Derek, and had just turned toward the group coming around the
corner when Erica yelled, “We're here! The party can get started!”

Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Jackson and Liam came into the backyard with an air of exuberance that
only youth can have.

Derek introduced Dean to the newcomers. “Dean, this is Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Jackson and
Liam. Boyd, Isaac and Jackson play Lacrosse with Stiles and Scott. Everyone, this is Dean,
my mate, and that lovely lady talking to Scott is Donna. Please mingle and get to know
everybody. Dean will be cooking the steaks now that you're here, so please keep him
company by the fire. I am going to go see if the corn is almost done.”
Boyd said, “We brought chips and dip and Doritos. We didn't want to come empty handed.”

“I'll show you where to put them, as I have to go there to take the steaks out of the cooler.
Hey, babe, can you start emptying the cooler of the salads and get the condiments from the
fridge while I cook the steaks?” Dean asked Derek as he grabbed the steaks.

“Sure thing,” Derek replied kissing Dean on the cheek as he walked by him over to the fire
pit. Scott, Stiles, and Donna came over to help, and it was merry mayhem for a little bit.
Everyone talking and laughing as they helped get everything out and ready to eat.

Dean and Boyd went over to the fire, Dean to cook the steaks, and Boyd to leave the chaos.
As they were standing there, Boyd said, “It is nice to meet you, but I am glad you're Derek’s
mate, or I'd be scared you'd go after my girl.”

“Who's your girl? Erica?” Dean asked. Boyd nodded. “You don't have to worry. She's a little
too young for my taste,” Dean said.

Boyd asked Dean, “What branch of the military were you in? I'm in the Air Force ROTC
program.”

Dean smiled and said, “I wasn't in the military, but my dad was in the Marines, and he raised
us like we were soldiers. I get asked that question all the time.”

“You really do carry yourself like a soldier, and your eyes tell about the battles you've seen.
You definitely come from a war torn past,” Boyd said.

“Well, you guys will learn about some of that tonight, but Donna doesn't know about the
supernatural, so we are keeping that on the down low for now.” Dean said, then yelled,
“Steaks are done! Bring your plates and get it while it's hot!”

Scott and Stiles were first in line, salivating as their steaks were placed on their plates. “I
can't wait! These were so good last week,” Scott said, nearly moaning.

Donna laughed as she got hers and said, “The way those boys are acting, you'd think they'd
never had good steak before.”

Scott yelled over to her, “Now you have to sit by us, and I'm gonna watch you take your first
bite, and you will tell me if the steak Dean cooks over the fire isn't drool worthy.” Donna
acquiesced and sat between Scott and Stiles.

Everyone got their steaks with Derek being last, giving Dean a long but chaste kiss, and said,
“Thanks for cooking and hosting this. It means a lot to me.”

“For you? I would do anything to make you happy,” Dean answered and kissed him back,
this time not so chaste.

“C'mon love birds! You gotta see Donna try your steak!” Stiles yelled.

They broke apart and walked back to the patio, holding hands. Everyone watched Donna as
she bit into the steak, and her face gave away how much she loved it. “This was cooked over
a fire? It is so tender it literally melted in my mouth. You can taste the char flavoring, but it is
just a note mixed in with all the other spices and the taste of the meat. You are cooking for
me more often, Dean.”

With that glowing praise, everyone dug in, and their praises were added on to Donna's. As
they scarfed down the food, they were all talking over one another and laughing. Dean smiled
at Derek, knowing they were both extremely happy with their pack.

They finally headed over to Donna’s for bed around 1:30 AM. As they fell into bed, Dean
said to Derek, “I think our pack is awesome. Thank you for bringing me in to your family.”

Derek kissed Dean and said, “We weren’t a family until you joined us. They didn’t trust me,
until you came along and smoothed out my edges. Thank you for solidifying my pack.”

“What do you think Donna thought of everyone?” Dean asked Derek.

“I think she liked them. She was giving them great advice,” Derek said.

“I see her as the older sister, a role model to the younger ones. I think we should tell her
about us, and see if she would like to mentor our pack. She doesn’t need to become a
werewolf , she could be like Stiles if she wants. I just want her officially in the pack.”

Derek agreed, then rolled on top of Dean, and as he got his hands on Dean’s ass, the bedroom
door opened, and Donna entered saying, “Of course I’ll be in your pack, but you have to let
Bobby know as he is my current Alpha.”

“You’re a werewolf?” Derek asked at the same time Dean said, “Bobby? The old guy at the
salvage yard?”

“Yeppers. We are a very small pack, there was only the three of us. It’s kinda exciting to be a
part of a larger pack,” Donna said full to the brim of effervescence.

Dean asked thoughtfully, “Who was your other member?”

“Rufus,” Donna answered. “He’s another crotchety older gentleman. I actually think he’s
Bobby’s best friend, but you’d never know it. They’re always griping at each other.”

“I think Derek and I will run out to the salvage yard when it opens, and go see Bobby,” Dean
stated, his mind thinking and running through different possibilities.

Now knowing that Donna had a wolf’s sense of hearing, Dean decided to get Derek going,
and he ducked under the blankets and swallowed his thick, long dick, down his throat, deep
throating him without any type of warning. Derek couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of
being engulfed in the warm, wet tunnel, that kept compressing around him every time Dean
swallowed. Then Dean started humming ‘smoke on the water’, and the groan that Derek
emitted was deep and guttural and wanton, and everything Dean was going for. Dean
continued humming and swallowing with small bobs of his head, as his hand started stroking
and massaging Derek’s balls, while his other hand palpitated his hole, not trying to enter, just
getting the nerves there to spark. Derek gave a high whimper then a continuous moan as he
came down Dean’s throat. Dean was smirking when he came out from under the blankets.

Derek said in a low whisper, “Two can play that game.” He flipped Dean over and started to
eat him out, but as he was prodding Dean’s entrance with his tongue, his right hand started
slapping Dean’s butt cheeks and didn’t stop. One slap after another fell on his ass, and Dean
was whining and whimpering and writhing from being on the knife’s edge of pain while
Derek was tonguing and fingering his prostate, making his body spark with pleasure. The
dual sensations were bringing Dean higher and higher, and as Dean was about to tip over,
Derek stopped.

“No!” Dean wailed, as he went to reach for his cock. Derek grabbed his hands and managed
to get both his wrists trapped in one of his hands. Since Dean had rolled over in his attempt to
finish himself off, Derek started licking, sucking, and biting Dean’s nipples. The little
unexpected shocks of pain with the rolling waves of pleasure had Dean on the cusp of being
able to come, he just needed a little friction on his dick and he’d topple over. He was
mewling, gasping, moaning, whining, he just couldn’t take it another second, and then Derek
stopped again! “Please, please, please let me come!” he begged Derek, beyond caring about
Donna hearing him beg.

Derek flipped Dean over and entered him in one hard thrust, nailing his prostate. Dean felt
like he was split in two from the thrust, while the zing of pleasure from his prostate
overwhelmed him in a good way. Derek pistoned into him, his hips slapping Dean’s sore ass,
while he aimed true and hit Dean’s prostate with every stroke, and Dean was writhing from
the pleasure/pain until he shot off like Mount Vesuvius, and he sobbed with relief as he was
finally able to hit that high. Derek thrust in a few more times and then he was coating Dean’s
walls, and Dean clenched around him, as if he was trying to milk every drop from Derek.
Both men were panting, drifting down from their high. Derek rolled over and sprawled on his
back while Dean remained on his stomach, too boneless to move out of his wet spot.

“That was, hands down, the best sex we have ever had,” Dean said as he tried to regain
control of his breathing.

Donna yelled out, “It was good for me, too!”

Derek and Dean looked at each other and busted out laughing. They curled together and fell
asleep.

Dean and Derek arrived at the salvage yard as it opened. They looked around and saw a few
items they wanted for the house. They paid for the butcher block counters they found, and the
old fashioned drawer pulls and handles they saw in a bin. They hadn't seen Bobby in their
wanderings, so they asked the guy who checked them out where he was. “Who's asking?” the
cantankerous older gentleman asked.

“You must be Rufus,” Dean said. “I'm Dean and this is Derek. Were friends of Donna.”

“Oh. You must be that young couple Bobby was talking about. Hang on a minute, let me call
him. He was finishing breakfast the last I saw him,” Rufus said.
Rufus made a quick call and Bobby showed up a couple of minutes later. “ Dean. Derek.
Good to see you boys. Need me to deliver more stuff for your renovation?”

“Well, yes, actually. But we want to talk with you, too. You and Rufus,” Dean said. “Do you
have another employee that works here, or can you come over after the salvage yard closes
tonight?”

“Will it be a long talk? There is a kid working here, but I wouldn't trust him by himself for
too long,” Bobby said.

“Why don't we make dinner. Burgers sound ok?” Dean asked.

“Sounds good to me. We'll get to your place about 7:15,” Bobby said. “And we'll bring your
counter tops then.”

“Looking forward to it,” Dean responded.

Dean and Derek went to the garage, opened the doors, and took apart and sanded every
cabinet until all the dings had disappeared and they were ready for paint. They cleaned up all
the mess from sanding, and got ready to begin painting. Dean turned all the cabinets upside
down to paint the baseboards and Derek started on the doors. Dean had the boom box set to a
popular radio station that played old and new rock. Dean told Derek, “When I lived with my
dad and brother, I would only listen to classic rock because that was what my dad listened to.
I had aspired to be just like my dad. Now, I am finding I still like Led Zeppelin and Queen,
but I also like Incubus and Foo Fighters, too. When I ‘died', I became reborn again in all
facets of my life.”

Derek grimaced and said, “When my family died, I went off the rails. I left town, went to the
big apple, drank, had sex with anyone who looked my way, anything to forget the pain. After
a couple of years, I realized that wasn't helping, and I had to come home to face what my
actions caused. See, I had told Kate my family's schedule, not knowing what she was
planning. I still haven't torn down Hale house. I still go to the burnt out shell every once in a
while to remember my family or to wallow in my guilt. I have been brooding a lot less since I
met you.”

Dean kissed Derek and said, “I am sure your mom does not blame you. You were young and
naïve to the deceptions that hunters will use to get their kills. My mom died in a house fire,
too. It was started by a supernatural creature, and I remember seeing my mom on the ceiling,
eviscerated, and the fire was surrounding her as my dad shoved baby Sammy in my arms and
told me to take him out of the house. I went as fast as my little legs could go while still being
safe. Bad things happen to good people. We just have to learn to take a breath and forgive
ourselves when we feel we caused the bad.”

“How old were you when your mom died?” Derek asked.

“Four,” Dean replied.

“And you took care of him and raised him from that point? When you were barely out of
toddlerhood yourself?” Derek asked incredulously.
Dean shrugged and said, “At first my dad just lost himself in the bottle. He had PTSD from
the war and he already drank, and losing his wife just pushed him over the edge. Then he
found out what was out there, and he became obsessed with finding mom's killer. While he
was searching for the creature that killed my mom, he killed any and every monster he came
across. In either scenario, he wasn’t thinking about putting food on the table or changing
diapers. I reminded him we needed groceries, diapers, formula, etc. I ate a lot of cereal and
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches until I figured out how to cook on a hot plate.”

Derek hugged Dean and said, “I have the most caring and incredible mate in the world.”

“Sap,” Dean said, smiling. “Now let's finish painting these cabinets. Maybe we can even
install the bottom ones tonight.”
 Chapter 6

They finished painting the cabinets, but decided to wait on installation until they had bought
a dishwasher, stove, and refrigerator so they knew the space they would need for each item.
They planned to go to a big box store to pick out the appliances before Dean went to work.

They cleaned up, went to the grocery store and picked up a fruit tray, ground beef, buns, and
Dean decided to make baked potatoes in the toaster oven. They had everything ready when
Bobby and Rufus arrived at 7:15. “Perfect timing,” Dean said. “I just pulled the burgers off
the fire. Do you want cheese on your burger?”

Both men nodded the affirmative, and Rufus said, “Put two slices on my burger, please.”

Dean nodded and said, “The cheeseburgers will be done in a second. Sit down at the table,
and I'll be right over. Derek just ran in the house for a second.”

Derek appeared at that moment saying, “Hi guys! Sorry I wasn't here when you got here. I’m
gonna grab the butcher block countertop and put that in the garage, so we don't forget about
it.” And he ran to take care of that as Dean came to the table with everyone's burgers.

“We have soda, water, and sweet tea to drink. What would you guys like?” They both wanted
sweet tea, and by the time Dean poured the sweet tea in the glasses, Derek was back and sat
across from Rufus and Bobby.

They began eating, and Derek broke the uncomfortable silence. “So, I know you were
wondering what we wanted to talk to you about,” Derek started off.

“You're stealing Donna,” Bobby said grumpily.

“Well, sort of,” Dean replied. “See, Derek is a young Alpha werewolf and his parents died
before they could teach him what he needed to know. I was turned around eleven months ago,
and everything I knew about werewolves came from hunters journals. We need to learn about
werewolf culture and our roles within the pack. Derek has a crypt with books on the subject,
but it is always better to get your knowledge from the source, if possible. You see, we were
talking in the spare bedroom at Donna's house about asking her to join our pack as she got
along so well with our young wolves. We had decided to tell her the truth about us, and ask if
she wanted to be in our pack. She could stay human if she wanted, as we have one other pack
member who hasn't been turned. Donna heard us talking and confessed she was a werewolf,
too. She told us how small your pack was, and we didn't want to poach one of your pack
mates.”

Derek took over. “We talked it over, and we were thinking you could either be the lead
Alpha, or the elder Alpha who is the advisor to the pack Alpha. I'm not sure if you could be
an advisor, as I am not sure how the hierarchy works, exactly. Dean and I were just
brainstorming different options to try to entice you to come and join our pack. What do you
think?”
Bobby and Rufus looked flabbergasted. “You didn't want to poach a member away from us,
so you were trying to work out how we could fit into your pack?” Rufus asked. Dean and
Derek nodded.

“And you would step down as lead Alpha if I said I had to be the lead Alpha?” Bobby asked,
and again Dean and Derek nodded.

“Well, shoot! Instead of the backstabbing, nice to your face while twisting a silver knife in
your heart meeting we were expecting, this has been a welcome surprise. Your offer is very
generous.” Rufus said.

“I would be the advisor,” Bobby said. “This is your pack, and I don't want the responsibility
of running a large pack. I will start seeing what you know about being an Alpha tomorrow, so
I can make a plan for teaching you what was missed in your initial instruction. Rufus will
need to teach you the world of the omega wolf,” Bobby said to Dean.

“What is an omega wolf?” Dean asked.

“You don't know what you are?” Rufus asked, stunned. “Oh, dear. You have a lot to learn,
and not much time to learn it. You need to clear your schedule as we are giving you a crash
course.”

“But I have work,” Dean protested.

“You will only be able to hold down a job at your own business or at a werewolf owned
business. I will explain it all, but I need to locate some books before I just start just dumping
facts on you,” Rufus said. “You have conceded that we know more about werewolf heritage
than you two know. This is where having that knowledge trumps all. Call your job and tell
them you were diagnosed with something, and you need to be at a clinic for tests, and you
don't know when you can return to work. They'll let you be off without any additional
questions if you tell them that. When did you start changing into a werewolf during the full
moon?”

“I have changed the last two full moons,” Dean said.

“You have less than a week, before your first cycle. Go get your appliances in the morning,
and as we go through everything Omega, Bobby, Derek, and Donna will get the kitchen
whipped into shape as Bobby explains the Alpha side of what you are going to go through,”
Rufus said.

Dean looked between Bobby and Rufus, bit his lip, and then nodded. Bobby and Rufus
quickly ate the last couple bites on their plates, then they moved to leave. “We have a lot to
do tonight to get ready for your first lesson. We’ll be back tomorrow around noon,” Bobby
said, and with that the two men left.

“I have heard of Alphas and Betas, but I have never heard of an Omega. Do you know what
an Omega is?” Dean asked Derek.
“I remember my mom mentioning that they are very rare, but I can’t remember anything else
about our conversation,” Derek replied.

“Well, I guess we’ll learn about it tomorrow,” Dean sighed. “Take me to bed, and help me
forget about tonight.” Derek was more than happy to comply with his request.

They ran to a big box store first thing the next morning and picked out their appliances and
rented one of their trucks to take the appliances home. They set the appliances in the garage
and returned the truck. They were both nervous about their respective meetings, so they
decided to stop and get breakfast. They felt better after they ate, whether it was the food or
just being still together, it worked. They went back home and unboxed the appliances, putting
all the owners manuals in the top drawer of the toolbox. By the time they finished throwing
all the garbage in the dumpster, Bobby and Rufus arrived at the house with Donna right
behind them.

“Hi guys!” Donna said. “We get to install the cabinets, appliances and counter tops today,
huh? Well the three of us will get it done. Dean, why don’t you sit on the back porch with
Rufus while we get started in here. “

Dean and Rufus sat down at the patio table. Rufus began their talk by stating, “I am going to
ask you a few questions before I start explaining anything, okay?” Dean nodded. “How long
ago were you bit by a werewolf?” Rufus asked.

“Around eleven months ago,” Dean said.

“And when did you first undergo the change at the full moon?” Rufus asked.

“A little over two months ago,” Dean answered.

“And after you were bitten, did you have any severe stomach pain?” Rufus questioned Dean.

“Yeah, I did,” Dean answered, startled. “The wolf had eviscerated me after he bit me. I had
severe stomach pains for a week. A trucker gave me a ride away from where I was turned,
and he let me sleep in his bed in the back of the cab while he was driving. And I remember
writhing in pain, and trying to not make any noise.”

“The severe stomach pain you had wasn’t because you were eviscerated. It was your body
changing into an Omega and growing new organs. Some males are very special, and instead
of being a beta they become an Omega. Normally they have raised a child and are very
nurturing and caring towards others.” Rufus paused, and Dean said, “I raised my brother
since I was four years old and he was six months. I was his mother, father, and brother. And I
always kept my nurturing side hidden from my father, but my brother knew it, and I used it
when consoling the victims on a hunt. Since the change, I can’t or won't hide that side of me
anymore. “

Rufus nodded as if he expected something like that. “The pain you felt was your body
growing ovaries and a uterus, and with your first heat, you will grow a vagina, too.”
“I’m gonna be a hermaphrodite?!?!?” Dean shouted at Rufus, and all the construction noise
stopped for a second before starting back up again.

“Not exactly. You will still have your dick, and your body will still make cum, but it will be
missing the sperm. Kind of like you had a vasectomy without needing to get snipped. And
your balls will shrink as you will need room for your pussy and clit, and your balls are really
just there for decoration,” Rufus stated baldly.

“Why me? I was a normal, okay I wasn't normal, but a love ‘em and leave ‘em MAN who
used his dick to it’s fullest potential, and now I can never use it again?” Dean wailed.

“Did I say that, boy? Did those words cross my lips? No. If you had an inclination to, you
could still top. Your dick is still fully functioning. But have you wanted to since you mated
Derek? You can still receive blow jobs, and come without any stimulation to your clit.
However, once you realize that you can have multiple orgasms to the one or two you have
right now, and the orgasm encompasses you completely, the orgasms with your dick being the
primary cause will become rare because you will choose either your prostate or clit being
stimulated over your dick. Even now, when was the last time Derek had to pump your dick as
he thrust into you to make you come? Has he ever done that? Have you even had a desire to
top in your relationship at all? I want you to sit there and think about your current sex life.
How much stimulation does your dick actually get currently? While you sit there and think,
I'm going out to my car to grab a book,” Rufus huffed at Dean as he strode away.

Dean thought about their sexual encounters clinically, and realized Rufus was right about all
of it. Dean's dick hadn't ever been a primary force in any of their sexual encounters other than
when he received a blowjob, and he hadn't noticed or missed it. His orgasms were just as
intense with just the prostate stimulation. And, he hadn't ever wanted to top, he was always
the receiver and very happy that way. Dean sat back, floored at the realization that he was the
permanent bitch in their relationship, and he was more than okay with it. Hell, he embraced
it.

Rufus was sitting quietly at the table, waiting for Dean to make all of his realizations about
his sex life and his current position in his relationship sexually. As Dean came out of his
head, Rufus looked at him and said, “Did you realize few things while you were thinking?”
Dean nodded. Rufus grunted and said, “Your first heat comes after your second
transformation, the week prior to the next full moon which is typically a year after you were
bitten. Your heat should start Wednesday so that gives us four days to prepare. You need a
functioning kitchen so your mate can keep you fed and hydrated through your heat. Your
bedroom needs to be set up with lots of pillows and soft blankets as you will have a need to
nest when you aren't out of your mind with the need to be fucked and bred. I want you to read
this book tonight, so you will know the basics of what you will be experiencing during your
heat, and I will be able to answer all your questions tomorrow morning.”

Dean looked around him and realized the sun had gone down while they were having their
discussion. “I will read this tonight. What time will you guys be back tomorrow?”

“We'll be back at ten as we need to run to the store and get some items for you, so you are
ready for your first heat. Don't worry. Your house will be in tip top shape and will coddle you
through your first heat. I'll make sure of it,” Rufus said as he patted Dean's cheek. “Now, let's
see what our mates got done today.” Dean nodded and they headed inside.

Dean’s mouth was gaping as he looked around. They had all the cabinets up, the appliances
were installed, and they had found a center island that they had painted white with the same
butcher block top that overhung the back so four bar stools could fit under it. There was a
light fixture over the center island that resembled a long tree branch with crystals resembling
leaves and can lights had been installed in the kitchen for additional lighting. All the
baseboards and molding had been installed in the kitchen and great room, and Derek's
family's hutch was in the great room, along with his two architectural floor lamps. There was
a crystal and metal light fixture on the ceiling of the great room that resembled tree branches
coming out from the central fixture with the crystals reminding Dean of leaves on this fixture,
too.

“What. The. Hell. How did you three do all of this plus shop for all of the accessories? This is
crazy,” Dean said, turning in circles to take everything in.

Dean heard a throat clear and he turned towards the neglected dining room. The whole pack
was there. Derek said, “The girls found the island at the salvage yard, and Stiles, Scott, and
Boyd sanded and painted it and put on the hardware. Isaac, Jackson and Liam installed all the
baseboards and molding, and then brought in the hutch and lamps. Bobby and I installed all
the base cabinets and appliances, and then when the girls got back with all of the lighting,
everyone pitched in either installing the lights or helping install the upper cabinets. What do
you think? Did we guess your aesthetic? We can return anything you don't like.” Derek said
nervously.

Dean walked up to Derek and kissed him chastely but lovingly. “Everything is perfect. I
hadn’t even planned how to light the place, but it is like they read my deepest innermost
thoughts and desires. It's kind of scary actually how good you guys did. You really knocked it
out of the park. Thank you, everyone. Really.” Dean said as he turned to everyone and
showed how truly touched he was.

“We'll be back tomorrow to tackle the upstairs,” Donna said. “Any hidden desires or wants
before we start ripping into it?”

“I haven't gotten any farther in my planning for the upstairs besides getting the matching set
from the salvage yard. I was going to re-stain that before it went in the room. That was it. Oh,
I was thinking about having an on suite bathroom, but that was a pipe dream,” Dean said.

“We'll be back tomorrow to do more grunt work. Good thing we are on summer vacation,”
Scott said and everyone agreed as they headed toward the door.

“Dean, we are happy to have you in the pack, and we are really excited that you're an Omega.
Having a mated Alpha/Omega pair as our leaders is beyond cool, it’s the stuff of legends.”
Erica said as she and Boyd took their leave with the rest of the pack concurring as they exited
the house.

“I will return tomorrow,” Donna said, “with Bobby and Rufus. Call me if you need me
earlier.” And with that, everyone was gone.
Dean looked at Derek and said, “Can we go to bed and just cuddle? I just need my mate right
now.” Derek agreed and they went to bed, cuddled in each other's arms.

Dean woke up at 6 AM and went downstairs, made a pot of coffee and sat at the island
reading the book Rufus gave him. Derek woke up and came downstairs, but did not bother
Dean as he saw he was reading. He went on his phone and ordered additional flooring for the
dining room, and checked the amount of paint and stain left to see if they would need
anymore to finish the dining room renovation. He then checked the half bath and ordered a
new toilet, sink, vanity, mirror and travertine tiles for the floor. He ordered the subfloor for
both rooms, too, and texted Donna that his order would be ready for pick up at 10 AM. He
peeked at Dean who was still reading, and started to work on a floor plan for the upstairs. He
was taking out the bedroom next to their current one to add a master bathroom on suite and
laundry room. The other two bedrooms were a good size, and the hall bath would stay where
it was between the two additional bedrooms.

Derek finished his rough plan, and went downstairs to make breakfast. Dean didn't notice his
mate until he placed a plate of eggs and bacon with buttered toast in front of him. “Sorry. I
didn't even notice you,” Dean said. “I am trying to finish this book before Rufus gets here
today.”

“Do you want to review anything you've learned with me? Or do you want to compare notes
later?” Derek asked.

“I think after I have my question and answer session with Rufus. Then I will have a better
understanding, and I'll be able to bring more knowledge and less confusion,” Dean answered
thoughtfully.

“Sounds good to me. The ball is in your court. Whatever you want we will do,” Derek said as
he kissed Dean lightly on the lips. “Eat and read. They should be here in the next hour or so.”

As soon as Rufus and Bobby arrived, Dean went outside and sat on the swing with Rufus.
Derek showed Bobby the rough sketch of the upstairs changes. He said, “I know all of this
can't be done before Dean’s heat, but if we can get the laundry room installed by his heat, that
will be a huge issue taken away as right now we need to go to the laundromat to do laundry. I
was thinking Boyd, Stiles, Scott and Erica can sand and stain the bedroom furniture. Isaac,
Jackson and Donna can tackle the remaining downstairs renovation. Bringing in the
hardwood so it can acclimate, prepping the subfloors in the dining area, and then starting on
the half bath, putting in the flooring in the bathroom today and then finishing both rooms
tomorrow with a days cushion if needed. Then you, me, and Liam can tackle the upstairs,
starting with the laundry room. What do you think?”

“I think that is a solid plan. You are being a wonderful mate to Dean, supporting him through
this and making sure what he needs is done prior to his heat. Have you guys talked?” Bobby
asked.

“Dean wanted to wait ‘til tonight. He wanted his questions answered by Rufus before we
talked, so, as he said, he'll bring knowledge and not confusion to our discussion.” Derek
explained.
“Valid points,” Bobby agreed. They heard doors opening and closing and he said, “The
cavalry is here. Let's give them their assignments.”

Derek and Bobby stepped outside and met everyone. “Thanks for helping out again today. I
know you all could be doing something a lot more fun, and I really appreciate your help
getting the house ready for my mate. I tried to split the work up between everyone. If you
think you'd be better at a different task, please, let me know. You all know your strengths
better than I do. Stiles, Scott, Erica and Boyd, I have you refinishing the bedroom furniture
Dean picked out. It has to be sanded by hand as there is a lot of crevices and intricate
woodwork. Once it is sanded and wiped off with a tacky cloth then you can finally re-stain it.
Donna, Isaac, and Jackson, I have you working on the downstairs reno. The previous dining
room, hallway, and half bath need to be redone. Bring in the hardwood to acclimate, then rip
out the bathroom, paint the walls in the bathroom, then put in the new subfloor and travertine
tile, then if there is still time, paint the dining room and hallway prior to ripping out the
dining room and hallway floors.”

Donna interrupted and said, “I think I would be better at sanding and staining the bedroom
furniture.”

“Oh thank God!” said Scott. “I would be much better at doing the reno.”

“Alright. So Donna and Scott are switching places. Is everyone else ok where they are? It is
okay if you want to switch tasks.” No one else spoke up. “Liam, I have you working with me
and Bobby. We are repurposing a bedroom into a master bath and laundry room. I realize we
will not finish this project before Dean's heat hits, but if we can at least have a laundry room
installed that will be a huge help as right now we are running to the laundromat to do laundry.
You were really good with running the electricity downstairs for all the lights, so I was
hoping you could wire the lights and the power for the washer and electric dryer.”

Liam nodded, looking pleased with his assignment.

“Ok, everyone look at your supplies for your jobs. If you need anything make a list and give
it to Donna. She has my tablet, and will order everything and pick it up. Liam, I had
absolutely no idea what you would need, so after you look at where we are renovating, you
will have first crack at ordering your supplies. Bobby, I also had no idea what plumbing we
would need, so you will need to order supplies, too.” Derek said.

Bobby snorted. “I knew we had to put in a laundry room in the house today, so I brought the
supplies we would need with me. If we need anything on top of what I brought, I'll let you
know.” They all broke apart and went to their separate areas and started working. Donna went
and got an order of Chinese for everyone around 5 PM. Everyone compared notes on what
they had finished. The bedroom set was fully sanded, and after dinner they would be able to
stain it and tomorrow morning they could seal it, then paint the bedroom and have the
bedroom set installed in the bedroom by early afternoon. Then they could start loading in all
the pillows and blankets Dean would need.

The bathroom was painted and the floor was installed. Around 3:00 tomorrow they could
install the new toilet and sink with vanity along with the baseboards and molding. In the
dining room they were still ripping out the old floor. So they had all the painting, floor prep,
and installation of the new floor to do in both the dining room and the hallway. Donna said,
“As soon as we finish sealing the bedroom furniture and painting the bedroom, we'll come
over to help you with your area.” Everyone nodded their agreement.

In the laundry room they got all the plumbing installed in the wall, both for the master
bathroom and laundry room, but they hadn't added the hook-ups yet. Just the pipes were in
the walls. As far as the electricity went, Liam had gotten his supplies within an hour of
getting his project, and he had already wired and installed the can lights, and was currently
working on the outlet for the dryer. Derek hand gotten the supports for the wall separating the
bathroom and laundry room in, and once Liam finished the outlet, he would help Derek hang
the drywall. Everyone was happy with their progress. Dean and Rufus didn't join them for
dinner, and everyone could see they were in deep conversation. They finished eating and
went to finish the projects, or at least end in a good spot for the next day.

When Dean returned to the house that evening, he looked completely drained. He went right
into Derek’s arms and buried his face in Derek's chest. Everyone had already left for the
evening, and Bobby took Rufus and headed home without intruding on the couple's bonding
moment. After a few minutes, Dean lifted his head and said, “We'll talk tomorrow morning,
but for tonight, can you take me upstairs and make love to me? I want to feel us express our
love before I have to have your body, love be damned.” Derek softly kissed his mate then
carried him upstairs, cherishing feeling Dean in his arms.

He gently laid Dean on the mattress and crawled in after him, and laid on top of him as they
just kissed, exploring each other's mouths with no hurry or agenda. Derek’s weight was
pressing down on Dean, cocooning him in his body heat as Derek made his way from Dean’s
mouth over to his ear, following Dean's jawline to get there. There was still no hurry, no
building up of need, this was Derek worshipping Dean's body, one body part at a time. Dean
moaned and tilted his head up as Derek paid attention to Dean's ear and behind it. He noticed
the goosebumps that showed up as his warm breath hit the shell of Dean' ear, and he kept
going back to lightly blow warm air over Dean’s ear as he worked his way down Dean's neck,
just exploring where Dean responded to his kisses and nips, and going back to those spots,
memorizing the spots Dean preferred. He moved to remove Dean's shirt then he kissed,
sucked and bit Dean's collar bone. Dean started to writhe and Derek realized he had never
paid any attention to this area before, so he stayed there and paid special attention to Dean's
moans and cries.

Dean's shoulders were next, and Derek paid special attention to the mating bite. Licking and
sucking it, and he became turned on just seeing that bite and he couldn't help thrusting into
Dean. Dean happily thrust back, and they were frotting against each other as Derek worked
his way down to Dean's nipples. As he suckled, licked, and bit the nubs, his hand was
working the front of their pants down, and as he freed their cocks, he took them in his hand
and thrust, causing glorious friction along both their lengths. As Derek slowly sped up, he
kept up his ministrations on Dean's nubs, driving out squeaks and moans as Dean began
thrusting earnestly, trying to reach that high. Derek bit and pulled a nipple with his teeth as
his hand pinched the other, and Dean yelled as he came, exploding all over Derek's hand and
his own chest. Derek gave two more thrusts and he was coming, marking Dean in the filthiest
of ways. He began to rub his spend into Dean's skin, completing his need to mark, to show
his ownership of his mate.
Dean watched bemused as Derek finished rubbing his cum into Dean's skin. “Feel better Mr.
Caveman?” Dean asked, smiling lovingly at Derek.

Derek shrugged then admitted “Yes, I do. There is this need inside of me, that needs to mark
and claim you and show everyone that you are mine. By rubbing my scent all over you, that
need is assuaged.”

Dean wrapped his arms around Derek and said, “Lay on top of me. Keep me cocooned in
your warmth, and remind me that you are here, okay?”

Derek kissed Dean, “Anything you want love. Anything.” Dean laid under Derek and fell
asleep purring. Derek raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, ‘that is new’ before he laid
his head onto Dean's chest and fell asleep listening to Dean's heartbeat.
 Chapter 7

Dean and Derek woke up together and got ready for the day before heading downstairs for
coffee. Once Dean finished his first cup he began to talk. “So from everything I have learned,
my heat is when I am fertile, and all I want is to be bred full of babies. I will want you to fuck
me constantly. If we weren't mated, I would be waving my ass at any Alpha stud in the
vicinity.” Derek growled at that. “Normally when an Omega goes into heat, the Alpha mate
goes into a rut, and it's this feral, no holds barred sex for 5-7 days depending on my cycle.
The Alpha, besides wanting to fuck my brains out, also nurtures and takes care of his omega
mate, bringing me water and food, bathing me, etc. I, besides also wanting my brains fucked
out, will be extremely tactile, and will need soft things all around me, along with the scent of
my pack. So I will need sweaty, dirty clothes from everyone to put in my nest. Which I guess
I will build while I am in heat. It is instinctual according to Rufus. When we come out of our
heat/rut modes, within a few days we will be able to tell if I caught. Rufus said it is rare to
catch the first heat because my body goes through it's last change, I get a fully functioning
female genitalia,” Dean gave Derek the look. Derek was lost, so Dean spelled it out. “Vagina.
Pussy. Clit. The works.” Derek’s eyebrows shot up in shock and surprise. “I know, right?
That was the hardest part for me to get over. By the end of my heat, you will have two holes
to fuck, and both will give me pleasure. My dick will still be fully functional, too, except it
will be shooting blanks. I can only have kids by being impregnated, like a human female. But
my cycles are like a wolf's, and if I don't catch this heat, I will go back in heat in three
months time ad infinitum until I do catch. I think that was everything in a nutshell,” Dean
sighed.

Derek grimaced and said, “I didn't know most of that. Bobby told me about my rut, and that
you will also, besides being tactile, have a need to be clean. Like we will be changing sheets
constantly, as you can't stand to have anything soiled touch your skin. You also could get
upset at unfinished projects, as if you failed us somehow by not completing it, which is why
the pack has been working so hard on our home. Bobby also said that the pack all helps out
while we are otherwise occupied. Doing the laundry, cooking food, bringing up sports drinks.
Everyone is happy to help knowing you may be pregnant at the end of this. There is
something about having a true Alpha/Omega mated pair as the leader of the pack that makes
us almost like royalty.” Derek shrugged. “I don't get it, but I trust Bobby and am doing what
he tells me needs to be done by the time your heat starts.”

Dean cuddled into Derek and sighed. “I am sorry that the house was such a fixer upper. It was
cheap, and I figured it would just be me, so I could take my time making it livable by most
people's standards. Did I tell you I was squatting here for around three months before I had
enough money saved up from working all three jobs to buy it, and purchase the solar panels
and the tankless water heater? Prior to that, after I was turned, I was a migrant farm worker. I
bought the hot plate, toaster oven, some dishes and my car while I was doing that. I actually
lived in my car until I found this place. Hell, even when I lived with my dad and Sammy, we
barely ever rented a home. We either squatted, camped, or got a motel room. Having this
place, as beat up as it was, was a dream come true for me.”
Derek kissed the top of Dean's head and said, “I was squatting in the burnt out shell of my old
house, and then in an abandoned train depot. Your place is a hundred times better than either
of my places. And it was livable from the start. It just wasn't your dream home, yet.
Hopefully, we are turning it into a place you love. If there is anything you don't like, we can
change it after your heat.”

“So far I love everything, including you,” Dean said as he moved to push Derek down then
straddled him. He started kissing and nipping Derek's neck, paying attention to his mating
scar, then he removed Derek's shirt as he moved lower, playing with his nipples as little
Derek started to get interested in the proceedings. Dean opened Derek’s jeans and pulled out
Derek’s cock. He quickly shed his own jeans and squirted some lube in his hand and reached
behind him and stroked Derek until he was full mast and then speared himself on Derek,
ramming his passageway with Derek’s thick cock. The delicious burn as he was split in two
was quickly taken over by the pleasure of Derek's cock pummeling Dean's prostate as he was
thrusting into Dean, while Dean was riding Derek, and they moved ever faster and harder
racing to the finish line. As Derek snapped his hips, impaling Dean, making the harsh thrust
go as deep as possible, his knot popped and both men were groaning as they came, Derek
from the wonderful squeeze of Dean’s walls on his knot, and Dean from the rubbing pressure
Derek's knot put on his prostate. They stayed wrapped in each others arms as they enjoyed
their post-coital glow.

They hadn't realized how late it was until Donna, Scott and Stiles came in their house and
found them tied together on the kitchen floor. Dean's walls squeezed Derek as they were
found, and Derek moaned as he came inside Dean again which caused Dean to moan. Stiles
said, “Damn, it is hotter than I imagined. Not that I imagine you having sex, well at least not
too often. I'm shutting up now.”

Scott looked appalled and impressed and a little turned on at the same time. “The kitchen
floor? Really?” he said.

“It was better than the island,” Dean responded.

“Although, bending you over that, pounding into you as you’re helpless to do anything,
sounds like a very good idea,” Derek said as he came again at the thought and both men
moaned.

“Boys, you need to untie and get dressed before Bobby and Rufus catch you like that,”
Donna said.

That did the trick as Derek's knot instantly deflated and Dean and Derek untangled
themselves. Dean said, “We'll be right back,” as they both fled upstairs to get a quick shower.

Stiles said, “Now I know too much about their sex life, but I also want to know more.”

Donna said, “They're kinky fuckers. I doubt you could handle knowing more, kiddo.” Stiles
looked like he was going to ask Donna how she knew then thought better of it. Donna just
smirked.
Dean and Derek were back downstairs five minutes later, clean and looking like nothing ever
happened. Stiles, Scott and Donna had helped themselves to some coffee, and Dean noticed
the mugs they were drinking out of and said, “I didn't have those mugs. Where did you get
them?”

“I made a Goodwill run yesterday, and you now have a dish set for up to twelve. It is a blue
gray stoneware as that was the matching set Goodwill had that was large enough for all of us.
I also got you fifteen more glasses, so we can all eat and drink here without resorting to paper
or plastic.” Donna explained as she sipped her coffee. Dean grunted as he poured another cup
of coffee in his Game of Thrones mug.

Bobby and Rufus walked in followed by the rest of the crew. Rufus said, “Dean and I have
just a little bit left to discuss, then we will be able to help finish getting the house in order.
We should have tomorrow as the day to finish any projects and do touch ups, and then Dean's
heat should start Wednesday. Should. It could start early, so be prepared for the possibility of
Dean and Derek jumping each other tomorrow if it does comes early.”

Rufus took Dean, and everyone went to complete their tasks. Donna, Erica, Stiles and Boyd
finished applying the clear coat within an hour and quickly painted the master bedroom, then
they went to get Derek. Derek looked at the group and said, “Erica and Donna, go pick out a
laminate floor and paint for the laundry room along with a washer and electric dryer and
bring them home so we can install them. Once you're back, help out the group downstairs.
Boyd and Stiles, one of you guys are gonna help me and Liam hang and mud drywall, and
one is going to help do whatever they need help with downstairs. Pick your poison.”

Boyd stayed to help Derek and Liam while Stiles went downstairs to help with the dining
room and half bath. They were able to get the laundry room mudded and sanded the first
time, and mudded the second time by early afternoon. They figured they’d be able to sand
again in an hour, then clean up all the dust, paint the laundry room and put the laminate
flooring Donna and Erica picked out down and install the baseboards and then the washer
and dryer. The laundry room should be completed by nightfall.

They went downstairs to eat, and saw a buffet of mini subs, deli salads, chips, brownies,
cookies, and a crockpot full of cowboy baked beans. Boyd, Liam, and Derek loaded their
plates and checked up on how the other group was doing. The old floor was completely
ripped out, and the walls were painted in the hallway and dining room. The new floors had
been started, and they looked like they had a system for how to quickly and efficiently finish
laying the wood flooring. As they headed upstairs to finish their project, they swung by the
master bath and let Bobby know about the buffet. He grunted and finished putting the shower
drainpipe in place.

The trio came out of the laundry room for good a few hours later. They had been able to sand
and clean up all the drywall dust within the first hour, painting didn't take long with all of
them painting a smaller room. The floor was an easy install, as was the baseboards and
molding. The hardest part of the afternoon was getting the washer and dryer up the stairs.
Once they got the appliances up the stairs, they got them installed, and did a happy dance at
finishing their room. They looked in the master bathroom, and Bobby was finishing the final
drain line. He shooed them downstairs, and they didn't ask twice.
There was almost a party atmosphere downstairs. The molding had been installed in the
bathroom, and Scott and Jackson were finishing installing the vanity and toilet. The mirror
would be the final touch. Stiles was staining the floor while Donna and Erica wiped off the
excess. They looked for Isaac, and saw him bringing in the bedroom furniture, and they went
to help him bring it all in and place it where it was going to go in the bedroom. Bobby came
in to help them then said, “You need another nightstand and some lamps for in here. I have all
the soft furnishings in the back of my truck, but you need something to give you guys light.”
He looked up and said, “You need an overhead light, too. How did you guys see in here? You
know what? I don't want to know. Forget I asked that question.”

Derek laughed and said, “We do have wolf eyesight… Who is making a list of last minute
touches?” Jackson raised his hand. “Ok, so this room needs two bedside lamps, two lamps for
the long dresser or a floor lamp, and an overhead light. The laundry room needs shelves for
the detergent, but also a place to hang the clothes while you’re folding laundry. Put on the
future wish list a jacuzzi tub, stone walk in shower, double vanity, toilet and stone floor. Ok,
now let's look at the downstairs to see if we forgot something. If you guys notice something
missing, please say something.”

As they looked at the living room, Derek said, “Well, we need furniture, but that is future
wish list. Anything else that you guys see?”

Isaac said, “All of the rooms need artwork. All the walls are bare.”

“You are so right, Isaac! But how can we pick out artwork without Dean? He needs to pick
out what feels right for him,” Derek wailed, starting to spiral, the stress of the last few days
finally catching up to him.

Before Derek worked himself into a panic attack, he heard his mate say, “That is why Rufus
and I have been gone all day. I picked out living room furniture, side tables, artwork for the
whole house, throw blankets, decorative pillows, lamps and little decorative pieces that called
out to me. I even found a couple bookcases and an antique desk I love. Anyone who is able,
please help me unload Bobby's truck. Once we have everything in the house, we can start
envisioning where the items need to go.”

Everyone was done with their projects except for Stiles, Donna, and Erica, and they were
finishing staining the last section of the floor. Everyone was in a joyous mood as they
brought in all the pieces, starting with the sectional sofa, club chairs, side tables, antique
desk, bookcases, and a dining room table and chairs. By that point, Donna, Erica, and Stiles
were done, and they helped carry in all the decorative items Dean had bought, plus all the soft
and plush items Bobby and Rufus had brought with them. When both trucks were unloaded,
Dean said to the group, “I have one more request. This is so embarrassing, but I need the
stinky shirts you are wearing so I can make a nest. It's an Omega thing, and I need the scent
of my pack. I bought everyone this shirt,” and he held up Team Jacob Lifetime Member shirts
and shrugged, “I thought they were funny and fitting. If you don't mind changing your shirts
for one of the Team Jacob ones, I will take your shirts. Per Rufus, I won't need them after my
heat, so I will give them back.”

Everyone stripped out of their shirts in the living room, even Donna and Erica. “I'm wearing
a sports bra, I could go outside dressed like this if I wanted to,” Donna said.
“I'm just wearing a regular bra, but I'm still covered,” Erica said as she donned the Team
Jacob t-shirt.

Dean took everyone’s shirts upstairs to his bedroom, and then informed everyone, “We need
the dining room table in place first as a catered Mexican buffet will be here for dinner in a
half hour. The dining room table should fit in the open area in front of the kitchen.” Boyd,
Derek, Jackson and Scott moved the table in place while everyone followed with the dining
room chairs. “I likes these chairs because the backs are low, so they aren't blocking anyone's
sightline,” Dean explained.

Once the dining table was in place, they moved to the sectional, placing it so it opened
towards the kitchen. The club chairs were placed on the open side of the sectional. Dean said,
“I wanted one of the bookcases in here, and I don't know if the other one should go in here or
in the former dining room. The antique desk is definitely going to the former dining room.”
They moved the desk to the side of the room, to be moved into the former dining room now
study tomorrow evening, and started playing with bookshelf placement. They decided to use
one bookshelf in the living room, and one in the study. At that point the catering people
showed up, and everyone sat down to eat.

Dinner was a joyous occasion, full of laughter as Bobby and Rufus got to know Derek's pack.
Everyone felt good about the work they did on the house. All that was left was the little
finishing touches and moving the furniture into the new study. They were all starving after all
the hard work they did, and they managed to put a sizeable dent in the dishes. After everyone
finished eating, it was almost 8 PM. Dean said, “If anyone wants to stay and help me figure
out where the artwork, lamps, side tables, and decorative knick knacks should go, I would
appreciate the help.”

Donna said, “This is the part I was waiting for. Bring it on!”

Erica chimed in, “You can count me in.”

Boyd said, “I'll hang the artwork for you.” And then everyone was concurring, and getting up
to sort the pieces, as the caterers wrapped up the left overs, and took care of the dinner mess.

As everyone was working together to choose and hang the artwork, Dean started to feel a
little hot. He wanted, no needed, his mate, and he went to stand by him. Derek kissed Dean
on the cheek in greeting, which morphed into them making out with hands tangled in hair,
hands groping asses, then the buttons on their jeans were undone and Dean had his legs
wrapped around Derek's waist as Derek held Dean up and was thrusting into him. The first
inkling anyone had that something was going on was when they heard Dean's wanton moan
as Derek bit down on his jugular as his thrust nailed Dean's prostate. Everyone looked over at
Dean, and they saw Derek's dick pistoning in and out of Dean, moving with extreme force,
and Dean loving every moment if the look on his face was any indication. As everyone
watched, entranced, Derek's knot locked into Dean and he came with a wail as Derek bit him
on the shoulder, jack rabbiting into Dean as if he couldn't stop trying to fuck Dean. Rufus was
the first to get his wits together and yelled, “We need to get the new soft bedding on the bed
along with all the pillows and blankets, now!”
Everyone tore around the room grabbing items and running them upstairs as Rufus, Donna
and Erica transformed the room into a soft haven. They had just finished making the bed as
Derek brought Dean into the bedroom, manhandled him into the breeding position and began
thrusting in and out of Dean's hole, not caring who saw him owning Dean’s ass. Dean was
not complaining as he moaned and met Derek's thrusts. Everyone scampered out of the
bedroom and closed the door.

When Rufus and the girls got downstairs, they looked around at everyone and started
laughing. “That boy would start earlier than anticipated,” Rufus said ruefully. “If you can stay
and help hang the artwork and place Dean’s knick knacks that would be great. Bobby and I
will stay here tonight and do the laundry and start cooking some food for them. Would
someone run to the store and get sports drinks? I was going to go in the morning and get
some.” Stiles said he would and left to pick them up. Everyone else helped decorate the
house. As they decorated, they heard moans, groans, growling, and even howls come through
the ceiling. They finished decorating the living room and kitchen, but would not be able to do
the study and half bath until 4 PM the next day.

Rufus asked, “Who is taking over for me and Bobby in the morning?” Donna and Liam
raised their hands. “And who is taking over after Liam and Donna?” Rufus asked. Stiles and
Scott raised their hands. “Everyone be here at four, and we'll figure out the rest of the week.
Get home and get some rest. I know Dean and Derek would thank you if they could.” Rufus
said, and everyone left the mentors to take care of the Alpha/Omega pair.

When everyone arrived at 4:00, Donna and Liam looked like they had been through a war.
Donna said, “I thought I knew what kinky fuckers these guys were. I didn't have a clue.
Heat/rut sex is feral, animalistic, no holds barred sex. They don't care where they are, who
can see them, they just go at it, any time, any where. I have cleaned and sanitized that island
four times today. Liam has done ten loads of laundry. And trying to make the bed! They
would be going at it as we ripped off the old sheet and were trying to put on the new. We
needed more information and training before Dean's heat hit on what to expect and how to act
around them.” Liam was nodding his agreement with Donna's tirade. Just then a loud growl
was heard, followed by a shout, then a banging noise started up.

Unbeknownst to Dean and Derek, the planning went on all around them as their inner wolves
took over, demanding carnal relations, Dean's wolf demanding to be bred and Derek’s wolf
demanding he breed Dean, his mate, until his stomach was full of pups. They were both
working towards the same goal as their heat/rut raged on, but this time, when Derek entered
Dean, it felt different. He was too out of it, too focused on breeding his mate, to notice
anything more as he pistoned in and out of Dean’s hole with the chant of ‘Claim. BREED.’
running through his mind. Dean felt Derek go deeper in him, to the center of him, and as he
was knotted by Derek, for the first time the intense drive towards being bred cooled.

Dean became aware of his surrounding for the first time in days. He looked around the
bedroom and noticed his bedroom set had been refinished. The lamps he had picked out for
his room were in here, along with all of the soft blankets and pillows. Dean couldn’t wait to
make a nest with all of the soft things. As another load of cum pulsed out of Derek and hit
Dean's walls, Dean realized that Derek was IN him. He had developed the last part that made
him a fully functional Omega. He whined at his mate, needing him to move, to pound his
pussy and breed him full of pups. Derek didn’t seem to understand why Dean was whining,
so Dean took charge, rolled them over, and rode his stud. The pull of the knot was delicious
as Dean rode Derek, milking his cock, pumping more cum into his cervix. He ground down
on Derek, and felt a zing of pleasure run up his spine. He ground down against Derek over
and over, getting Derek in deeper, closer to his cervix as he was bringing himself towards his
explosive high. He was whining, trying to reach the apex, and not quite getting there, rubbing
his cunt on Derek, those zings getting stronger, and he was almost there, just another- Dean
screamed as he came, overwhelmed by all the new feelings as his nerves lit up. He tightened
around Derek, and Derek came with a roar, flipping Dean over and pounding into him as the
mantra ‘Mate. Breed. Mine.’ ran through his head. He bit down on Dean's shoulder and
growled to show his dominance, and Dean tilted his head in submission. The Alpha in Derek
was pleased, and as he came again, ‘pups' was running through mind.

As Dean and Derek came down this time, instead of going after another feral round, Derek
needed to care for his mate, to clean him, bathe him, then feed him. As he looked up, he saw
a door to the master bath that wasn't there before Dean’s heat started. As his knot untied, he
went into the master bathroom and went to the tub and started to fill it. When the tub was
ready, he went to grab his mate, and he found him weaving a nest out of blankets and the
pack's shirts. Dean looked up and smiled softly at his mate, and Derek knew he had caught.
Dean finished weaving his nest, then Derek led him into the bath tub where Derek joined
Dean, and began washing him with sandalwood scented soaps. He slowly slid the soap over
Dean’s body in a sensual dance. He removed all the grime and evidence of their multiple
matings, and he replaced it with tender caresses, and loving touches. Dean purred at the
attentiveness his mate was showing towards him. Derek kissed Dean softly, lovingly. Dean
deepened the kiss, and welcomed his mate into his new body.

Derek lifted Dean out of the tub, dried him off, laid him on their clean bed, and worshipped
him. Soft touches, licks, and kisses landed all over Dean's body. When Derek reached Dean's
new pussy, he lightly licked the clit, and Dean nearly jumped through the roof at the
sensation. Derek continued licking the clit, bringing Dean to new heights. As Dean was in his
state of bliss, Derek entered him and gently thrust in his new opening, the walls caressing
him as they parted for his member. As Derek’s thrusts increased in speed an intensity, Dean
was meeting him thrust for thrust soaring towards the sun with his mate, and as they both
exploded, they clung to each other as if they would never let each other go.

As Dean slept, Derek went downstairs to cook for his mate. Derek ran into Scott and Stiles in
the kitchen. Derek grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone, he just wanted some food to
feed his mate. Scott didn't say anything, just handed him a box of warm pizza and a six-pack
of sports drinks. Derek grunted again and left, returning to his mate. Rufus came up to Scott
and said, “You did that perfectly. Derek will remember that you fed his mate which is the
highest form of submissive love. You welcomed Dean and therefore their child into the pack.
Now you are a strong pack, a family.”

Derek brought up the food and drink and nudged his mate awake. He made him drink a sports
drink then hand fed him a piece of pizza, cutting off bites with the pizza cutter he found in
the box. As the very intimate scene of an Alpha feeding his Omega was completed, the
Omega looked into the Alpha's eyes, and his eyes showed his love and adoration for his mate.
The Alpha claimed his Omega, and they went to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Derek and Dean walked downstairs together the next morning, back to themselves. They
came down to a breakfast buffet and the whole pack waiting on them to grab a plate to eat.
“’Morning. You didn't have to wait for us. In fact, how did you even know we would be
down here this morning?”

The pack laughed and Rufus said, “Your relations abated last night, and Derek fed you. Those
were indicators that your heat had ended.”

Dean nodded his head. “Got it. So someone has been here the whole time?”

Donna said, “Someone has been here changing your sheets as Derek fucked you against the
wall this whole time.”

Derek and Dean looked at each other, mortified. Derek asked, “Did everyone see that?” The
whole pack nodded their heads.

“Dude, you two came downstairs to grab some food, ate a few bites, then you did it on, over,
and then on again on the center island. I think sanitizing the island was the least favorite job
we did, followed by washing the bedding,” Stiles said.

“And don't forget running out to buy a carpet and furniture cleaner to clean the couch when
they were finished copulating on that,” Erica said.

Dean buried his face in his hands and said, “I can never look you guys in the eyes again.”

“Well then look at the food and grab your meal so we can dig in, because we’re all starving,”
Boyd said. Derek and Dean grabbed their food, and the pack followed, decimating the offered
fare.

Rufus stated as everyone sat down, “You caught.”

Dean put his hands on his stomach and said, “I'm pretty sure I did.”

“How many do you feel are in there,” Rufus asked.

“Three,” Dean whispered.

 Chapter 8

“Three?” everyone gasped.

“Omegas are very fertile, and the bond between this Alpha and Omega is especially strong.
With those two factors in play, the chance of having multiples increases,” Rufus explained.

“They’re gonna need to expand this house, or buy a much bigger house to have enough
rooms for all their kids,” Isaac yelped.

“I can rebuild Hale house now that I have a reason to. Now that there is an actual need for a
larger home for our pack and our family,” Derek said.

“We are out of school for the next two months, so we can help with whatever you need,”
Scott said.

“But what about my house? Especially after everyone did so much work!” Dean wailed.

“Babe, it will be six months to a year before Hale house is completed. We need to tear it
down, design our dream house, and then have it built. We will live here while it is being built.
We can stay here until we outgrow it if you want. We will not let the house fall into disrepair.
We will find uses for it until one of our kids takes it over or you decide to use it as a base for
your business. And Hale house is not far from here. The property the Hale house is on
encompasses the rest of this forest. So with you owning this house, we own all of the forested
area outside of town, so we, our pack, and our kids will always have a safe place to run.”
Derek said.

“We also have pack mates that will be graduating soon that may be looking for a nice place to
rent. With all of these upgrades, it is a pretty swanky pad. Just sayin'," Donna added.

“Ok, ok, I get it. I just worked so hard to buy it, and I started all of the renovations, and our
first date was here, I just- I don't want to lose it,” Dean explained.

“You won't. We won't. This house holds a lot of fantastic memories for me, too,” Derek said.
Dean and Derek stared in each other’s eyes as they remembered a few of those moments, and
they moved closer to each other, and Derek's mouth moved towards Dean's and Stiles yelled,
“Nope! No! Unh uh!! I know way, way, way too much about your sex life already. No more
getting down and dirty in front of the pack until Dean’s next heat.”

“We were just going to kiss,” Dean said petulantly.

“Yeah. That's how it would start, then the next thing we know, you’ll be banging each other
over the couch, and we'll have to get the shampooer out again. No kissing until you are safely
closeted away in your bedroom,” Stiles decreed.

“Dean you need to see the study and half bath. You haven't even had a chance to look at those
yet,” Boyd said trying to divert everyone's attention away from the couple's sexual prowess.
“I haven't looked around in any of the rooms,” Dean said as he started looking around the
living room. “I like the grouping of paintings you chose for this room. It came together
beautifully.” He walked down the hallway and looked in the half bath. “This room is
gorgeous. Whoever picked out the tile, vanity and mirror got my aesthetic to a T.” Derek
looked very pleased with himself. Dean moved on to the former dining room turned study.
Dean’s antique desk and bookcase were in there, along with a couple of upholstered
wingback chairs, Derek's sideboard and hutch, and a settee. Dean saw that and wiggled his
eyebrows at Derek. “Where did you find the extra furniture? It looks like it was made for this
room,” Dean said.

“I found it at a consignment shop,” Erica said.

“You knocked it out of the park, kiddo,” Dean said.

“We made a couple changes upstairs, too. One they did while we were in the throes of your
heat my rut,” Derek said. He led his mate to the laundry room, and Dean gasped. “No more
laundromat,” he breathed.

Then he went into the master bedroom and showed Dean the on suite. “Der, guys, this is my
dream bathroom. How? I can't believe you did this,” Dean said with tears in his eyes.

“Anything for you, love. Anything,” Derek whispered as he kissed his mate softly and
tenderly. Dean opened up his mouth, inviting his mate in, and as their arms enveloped each
other, everyone got the hell out of dodge because they all knew what was coming next. As
they cleaned up the mess from breakfast, they could hear the moaning, growls and high
pitched whines coming from above them.

“Who took the 45 minute square?” Donna asked.

“That would be me,” Liam said.

“I really thought they would make it to an hour before they broke down and had sex,” Stiles
lamented.

They all heard a shrill shriek and then a shout and then the noise calmed down. “Who wants
to bet on how many rounds they'll go? ” Isaac asked with a gleam in his eyes.

“Nope. We are all getting out of here. We'll see them tomorrow night for a run. Everyone is
free! Go enjoy your summer,” Donna said as she shooed everyone out. Bobby and Rufus sat
on the swing, waiting for the lovebirds to emerge as everyone else took off for greener
pastures.

Dean and Derek emerged a few hours later and found Bobby and Rufus canoodling in the
swing. “We have found that that swing is perfect for cuddling,” Dean said.

“It really is,” Rufus replied, stretching and turning towards the couple. “We stuck around in
case there were any questions that arose from your heat or rut.”
“I'm pregnant with babies, not pups, right? Because my mind keeps calling them pups,” Dean
asked.

“They are werewolf babies, so they are called pups but they will be in human form when they
are born,” Rufus said. “They won't be able to shift until they reach puberty.”

“Good to know,” Dean said.

“The doc I used to know that was a werewolf passed on a few years ago. Who will Dean see
to check up on the pups and deliver them?” Derek asked.

“The vet, Dr. Deaton, although not a werewolf himself, will be the MD to watch over Dean's
pups in utero and during the birth. I will also be present, making sure everything runs
smoothly,” Rufus said.

“So he knows about werewolves and is an ally?” Dean asked.

“That's a good way to put it,” Bobby said. Dean nodded.

“Can I shift while pregnant? Will it hurt the pups?” Dean asked.

“Shifting while pregnant won’t hurt the pups. In fact, many women shift while giving birth
stating it was easier in their wolf form,” Rufus said.

Derek asked, “Uh, what day is it? When is the full moon?”

“The full moon is tomorrow. You were in rut/heat for a full seven days,” Bobby said.

“Shit! That was some crazy marathon sex!” Dean exclaimed.

“Don't we know it,” Bobby said drily. “We'll get out of your hair and swing, and let you bask
in the afterglow together. You know where we are if you need us. We also programmed our
numbers into your phones.”

“Um, where are our phones?” Dean asked sheepishly.

“Your nightstand drawer,” Bobby replied as he stood up and helped Rufus get out of the
swing. “And they are fully charged.”

Bobby and Rufus headed to Bobby's truck, and Dean leaned against Derek. “I wonder what
their story is,” he said.

“They'll tell us if they want us to know,” Derek said. “I really need to cuddle you right now.
Do you want to stay outside or go back into our home?”

“Carry me into our home,” Dean said, and Derek was happy to do as his mate bid.

By the time the pack came over to run the next night, every new surface had been thoroughly
tested, and some cleaned with the shampooer. Dean and Derek grilled steaks for everyone as
a thank you for their help. Dean had made a cucumber salad, home made salsa, potato salad,
and a pasta salad. When someone commented on all the salads he just shrugged. “My brother
wanted to be a vegetarian, so I made a lot of salads for him. It got so that I could make them
in my sleep.”

“And he makes homemade mayonnaise and dressing,” Derek boasted.

Dean shrugged and said, “It's cheaper than store bought and tastes better, too. Especially with
the herbs that are growing wild by our place.”

Everyone dug in, and nothing was heard but the stray mmmm’s for a few minutes. Stiles
spoke up after his steak was gone. “Can you take us all to Hale house tomorrow, so we can
see what we're going to be rebuilding?”

Derek was quiet for a few minutes and then said, “Yeah. There's a story I haven’t told you all
about the fire and massacre of my family. I dated a hunter named Kate Argent. As we were
dating she got to know my family's schedules. Things I'd say people in the house did,
innocent questions about the activities, or so I thought. When she knew everyone should be
home, and I would be out of the house as I had snuck out to meet her, she lit the house on
fire, burning my family alive. Right now, visiting the family house does not bring up good
memories, so just know I may be broody and surly tomorrow, and it doesn't have anything to
do with you, but with the memories the house evokes.”

Dean had wrapped around Derek from behind him as he told his tale, and Derek was grateful
for that support. “No wonder you were so against Allison,” Scott breathed. “I am so sorry for
all the crap I gave you over her. I had no idea-"

“There was no way for you to know because I didn't tell you,” Derek said. “Remember how
we noticed walls coming down now that Dean was here? Well this was a huge fucking
fortress that just toppled.”

“Your fortress of solitude wasn’t good for anything but keeping you alone and miserable.
Now, to celebrate its demise, I say we should have pie and ice cream. Who will help me bring
it out?” Dean shouted as he went toward the house. Scott, Stiles, and Donna got up to help.
When they returned they had six pies and two cartons of ice cream.

“A little overkill on the pies, Dean?” Bobby asked.

“There is no such thing as too much pie,” Dean replied. “We have apple, cherry, and
blueberry pies. Help yourself,” Dean said as he cut himself large slices of apple and cherry
pie. He sat in Derek’s lap and fed Derek and himself bites of pie until it was gone. “Feel
better?” he whispered to Derek. Derek nodded and grabbed Dean's hips, his claws piercing
Dean's skin. Dean yelled out, “Are you guys ready to run?” Pandemonium ensued as shirts
were torn off and thrown everywhere as everyone scrambled to get ready for the run. Even
Bobby, Rufus and Donna were running with them this time. Stiles watched as they all ran
into the woods, and then started cleaning up the mess they left behind.

When the wolves returned, they found Stiles asleep on the couch, and their shirts folded and
on the kitchen island. They let Stiles sleep, and grabbed all the blankets and pillows they had
bought for Dean’s heat and piled them on the floor of the great room and they all fell asleep
in a big puppy pile, with Dean and Derek being at the center of the pile. When Stiles woke up
and saw the puppy pile, he sleepily walked over and snuggled in, falling back into a deep
slumber.

Everyone was awake by noon, and when everyone had drank coffee and ate breakfast, they
were off to see Hale house. As they drove up on the shell, a solemnness overcame everyone.
Dean draped his arm over Derek's shoulders and hugged him closely to him. “We don't have
to do this,” he said.

“No, we do. Its time I rebuilt my house, and I need to provide a home for all the future
Hale's,” Derek said.

“They aren’t Hale's yet. Right now they are Winchester’s or Winston's, I guess.” Dean said.

“What do you mean?” Derek asked, confused.

“We aren't married, so when they are born they will have my last name, which right now is
Winston,” Dean said.

“Change in plan guys,” Derek yelled to the pack. “Go home and get your best clothes on and
meet us at the courthouse in an hour. Dean and I need to get married. No pup of mine will be
a Winston,” he growled as he leaned in to kiss Dean, thoroughly claiming him. As Dean
wrapped around Derek and the kiss became very heated Stiles yelled out, “They have an open
appointment at three. I wrote your names in, but you have to be on time!” and then everyone
vamoosed. They saw clothes being ripped off bodies as they peeled out of there.

Dean and Derek managed to make the appointment on time. They were wearing the same
clothes they were wearing earlier in the day that now had a few rips in them, but they were
there. Rufus and Bobby handed them a change of clothes and they went in the bathroom to
quickly change. There were out in a minute looking much more presentable. The ceremony
lasted a whole two minutes, and they were legally wed in the state of California. “Now our
children will be Hales,” Derek growled as he kissed Dean to seal their union. Dean agreed as
his kiss demonstrated. Boyd let out a piercing whistle and they broke apart, grumbling about
stupid propriety and they all left city hall.

They ran into Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles dad, as they left, and he asked, “Everything ok boys?”

Stiles smiled at his dad and said, “Dean and Derek just got married, so we’re going back to
their house to celebrate. I'll be home tomorrow.” Sheriff Stilinski nodded, and the group
headed to the pack house in a joyous mood.

They arrived back at the house, and Dean's former employer at the Italian restaurant had a
catered meal waiting for them. “Mr. Santori! Thank you for providing our wedding dinner on
such short notice,” Dean said. Mr. Santori nodded, and a couple of waiters brought the salad
to the table as everyone sat down. While they were eating the first course, they put a beautiful
wedding cake on the center island along with cannoli and tiramisu for dessert. They set up a
serving station for dinner, then left the pack to their celebration. After everyone ate their fill,
Dean said, “I don’t know about you guys, but I need to run off that meal.” He stripped out of
his wedding finery and ran in his boxers with Derek close behind. The rest of the group
followed suit, but they ran in the opposite direction of the newly married couple. It was their
wedding night after all. When Dean and Derek arrived home in the early morning hours, they
were both covered in hickeys and cum. They were sent to take a shower before they could be
part of the puppy pile. They made it down to the pile an hour later and fell right asleep.

Everyone was up around noon, but most of the kids had to head home for a while, so Bobby,
Rufus, and Donna went to Hale house with the couple. They decided to look through the
house to see if anything was salvageable. Bobby had brought his truck from the salvage yard,
plus they had Rufus’ truck, so anything they wanted would go in Rufus' truck, and everything
else would go to the salvage yard. Derek had called a demolition company when he woke up
that morning, and they had an opening on Monday, so Derek made the appointment, and the
house would be torn down by Monday night. Dean had made an appointment with an
architect on Monday to draw up new house plans. They were moving quickly as they knew it
would take several months to build the house, and they had decided they wanted to be in it
before the pups were born.

They picked their way through the house. The kitchen was almost untouched, so they
mentally marked that for demo and moved on. There was a study downstairs that wasn’t
touched by the fire or from water damage. There was a beautiful desk and two bookcases plus
the items on the bookcases that Dean claimed. The lighting, globe, and freestanding bar
Bobby was taking to the salvage yard. Derek was staring at a chair, and Dean asked what he
was thinking about. Derek replied, “My dad sat in this chair every night. And a lot of the
time, he was reading to a kid in his lap.”

“Do you want to keep the chair?” Dean asked.

“No. The memories are too painful. I want to build our house and build new memories in
there,” Derek said.

“Then that's what we'll do,” Dean said. By the time they were done, Dean had a nursery set,
crib, changing table, dresser and rocker, plus all the wares that were in the kitchen, pots and
pan, dishes, silverware, china, serving bowls, and accessories. He also managed to grab a
handmade quilt that was hanging on a wall and Derek's mom's jewelry box. Most of the
master had been destroyed, but that had survived the fire. As they were leaving, Dean saw a
carving of a wolf family that was lying on the floor that he grabbed and threw in the box of
knick knacks that he was carrying.

Rufus had left to take the stuff from study to the house, and he got back just as they were
done with their walk through. They loaded the nursery furniture and most of the boxes into
the truck, and Dean stayed at the house as Derek and Rufus took the load back to the house.
Dean decided to look around one more time without Derek looming over his shoulder. He
saw a gorgeous relief of a wolf pack that he took down off a wall, and he found a wolf
sculpture hidden behind a few timbers that he pulled out. It was about four feet tall and
intricately carved out of wood. He brought that out into the area where the boxes were just as
Rufus pulled up.

“Derek stayed behind to start washing the dishes and put them away,” Rufus said.
“There are only a few more things here to load anyway,” Dean said. They got the truck
loaded and were back to Dean's house within twenty minutes. Derek was hand washing the
dishes that didn't fit in the dishwasher, when they made it into the house after unloading
everything into the garage. Dean walked to Derek and hugged him from behind. “Are you up
to running tonight, or after seeing your old house, do you just want to stay here?” Dean asked
his mate.

“I think I need to run with the pack and remember everyone is ok,” Derek said, leaning into
his husband. “I need that connection to the pack tonight.”

“Then we run,” Dean said simply.

The pack ran together that night and collapsed and slept in a puppy pile. While they slept in
the puppy pile, everyone was touching Derek, even if it was just a hand on a leg, they were
touching him somehow. Derek slept well, knowing his pack was safe.

Monday came, and Dean and Derek watched as a wrecking ball finished taking down the
shell of the house. Bobby had informed them at midnight on Sunday night that he had been
able to take everything out of the house that was worth salvaging, so the wrecking crew just
had the skeleton of the house to contend with. As the pieces of the house fell, Derek stood
stoically, but Dean could feel how his mate was screaming on the inside while he watched his
childhood home finish being destroyed. Dean took Derek's hand as the wrecking ball
completed its job and said, “From the ruins will come a new home for your family. Let's go to
our appointment with the architect with the plans your pack helped draw up yesterday.”

Derek and Dean took the drawing they had made yesterday with the pack and met with the
architect. The architect looked at the blue prints of the former house and the rough renderings
they made and asked, “The new partition, did you want that to have a basement as the
foundation, too, or do you want that to be a slab?”

“We want that to be a basement, but the new basement will be separate from the other
basement, and the entrance to that part of the basement will be in the master suite,” Dean
stated.

“Got it. Any other specifics I should know before I get started drawing up the plans?” the
architect inquired.

“We want as many fire retardant materials as possible, as we have both lost loved ones to
house fires. Also, the house will run on solar energy, so all electric appliances, no natural gas
will run into the house at all.” Dean firmly spelled out.

The architect nodded. “Anything else?” Dean and Derek looked at each other and shook their
heads. “I should have the first rendering completed in two weeks. The next appointment will
be a couple of hours long as you will be really inspecting the design and tweaking it, so it is
your dream house when we are finished. I will have the final blueprints completed four
weeks after our next appointment. Do you have a builder lined up for your project?” They
shook their heads no. “I would start finding a general contractor, as they normally need at
least six weeks to start getting all of the sub contractors lined up.” Dean and Derek made
their follow-up appointment and went to Bobby for guidance in finding a general contractor.
Bobby looked at them like they had three heads. “Rufus is a general contractor. He has been
lining up sub contractors for your house already. Didn't you guys talk about this yesterday?”

“I am such an idiot. I didn't realize he was the general contractor when we were talking about
it. I thought he knew a general contractor. Oh, I am so glad we have a general contractor we
know and trust,” Dean said, leaning into Derek as a weight was taken off his shoulders.

“Go talk with Rufus, he's up at the house lining everyone up,” Bobby said. As they left to talk
to Rufus he said, “Idjits,” under his breath while smiling fondly at their backs.

Derek and Dean returned to see the architect and added their little tweaks to his design, but
overall the plans were exactly what they wanted. He promised to get the plans to Rufus in
four weeks as he had promised at their first meeting. Derek and Dean were so excited they
could barely go to sleep that night. They were making their dreams for their family and pack
come to fruition.

Dean was three weeks pregnant, and Rufus asked him if he had made his first appointment
with Deaton. Dean ducked his head and said, “I don't know what to say when I call. How do I
tell them that I am a pregnant Omega, and I am the patient that needs to be seen by him?”

Rufus told him, “I have already told Deaton about you. You just call and say you need to
make an appointment for Dean Hale and he will make an appointment for you before the vet
office opens. That way no one is the wiser. Call him now and make the appointment for next
week. Have you been taking your prenatal vitamins?” Dean nodded. “Good boy. We need to
make sure you get all the nutrition you need, especially if you have three babies in there.”

Dean called Deaton, and all he had to do was say his name and Deaton said, “I have been
waiting for your call Mr. Hale. Can you be here tomorrow at 8 AM? We don't open until 9
AM on Thursdays, so you can come a little later and still not be seen by anyone.” Dean
confirmed he could be there and Deaton said, “Park in the back of the building. I will be
waiting for you,” before disconnecting the call.

Dean walked over to Derek and said, “Uh, we have our first maternity appointment tomorrow
morning at 8.”

Before Derek could say anything, Donna said, “I'll be there.”

Scott and Stiles both said, “Me, too.”

Derek looked wide eyed at Dean, “Uh…”

“Bobby and I will be there, too,” Rufus threw in.

Dean looked wide eyed at Derek, laughed with an edge of hysteria to it, and said, “Uh, sure.
The appointment is at 8. Park behind the vet office.”

So it was at 8 AM the next morning that Dean, Derek, Donna, Bobby, Rufus, Scott and Stiles
were at the vet office for Dean's first office visit. Deaton opened the office door at Dean's
knock, and although his eyebrows raised at the group of people at his door, he just let
everyone in and closed and locked the door behind him. “Good morning, everyone. Since this
is Dean's first visit, and he believes he is having multiples, we are going to do an ultrasound
to see how many pups he is pregnant with. I heard the magic number is three, is that correct?”
Dean nodded. “ Ok, so you are going to lay down on the exam table. Sorry, I know it's cold,
but all my exam tables are stainless steel,” he said as Dean hissed. “You will be happy to
know I did warm up the gel, so at least that won't be cold. Now, I’ll put some gel on your
lower abdomen, so you will need to unzip your pants and lower your boxers a little… perfect.
Ok, so first the gel, and then the transducer can work it's magic.” As Deaton was looking for
the fetuses, everyone in the room could hear the babies heartbeats. Dean and Derek were
teary-eyed as they stared at each other in awe as they heard the thumping of their babies
hearts. Deaton cleared his throat and said, “If you look at the monitor, you can see the first
fetus or pup. And right next to it is pup number two. And way over here is pup number three.
You were right with your count, Dean. You are pregnant with three pups. Here is a cloth to
wipe off your abdomen, and when you are done, we'll talk about next steps.”

Dean wiped off his stomach and did up his pants and sat up to talk to Deaton. “With
multiples there is always worry about miscarriage. All the pups look healthy, so I'm not
concerned that you will miscarry. You need to take a prenatal vitamin in the morning and at
night, as you will need more nutrients for all the pups. I want to see you in two weeks so I
can track their growth rate. Any questions?” Deaton asked. No one spoke up so Deaton said,
“Then I'll see you in two weeks.”

As they left Dean whispered, “We heard their heartbeats. Derek, we're going to be parents.
Holy shit! I'm gonna be a dad, or, I guess a mom. What if I screw up these kids? I mean, I
had a horrible role model for a parent. He had me be bait for a monster for the first time when
I was seven. How can I raise a child? I am no goo-" Derek kissed his husband to stop his
rambling, but forgot the reason for the kiss as soon a their lips touched, and he felt the lips
underneath his give, and as he deepened the kiss, and his tongue started to explore the warm
cavern, his hand grasped Dean's hair, and- “Ow! What was that for?!?” Derek yelled as he
was slapped on the back of his head.

“You can't mount your mate in public, you idjit. Now Dean, you raised your brother, and
from everything you've said about him, you did a hell of a job raising him. And that was
without the support you will have from your pack mates. Relax, you've got this.” Bobby said.
Dean took a deep breath then nodded. “Now, let's go get breakfast because I'm starving,”
Bobby said, and everyone followed him to the diner for breakfast.
 Chapter 9

They celebrated the Fourth of July at their house. They grilled brats and burgers over the fire
pit, had watermelon and corn on the cob along with all the sides everyone brought to share.
The rice krispies treats that Donna made was the biggest hit of the night. And once the sun
went down and it was dark outside, Dean lit off fireworks. It reminded him of the last Fourth
of July with his brother when he took Sammy to the field to light off fireworks. He refused to
be sad because Sam wasn't there with him now. Instead, he remembered that Fourth with
nostalgia and joy, and shared the memory with everyone so they could share his joy in the
memory. This year he had his pack, his new family, and he was building memories with
them.

Two weeks later, they were back for Dean's second check-up. July was halfway done already.
The pack would be back in school in four weeks, and they would start the construction on
their new house in two weeks. Everything was beginning to fall into place. This time, only
Donna came along to the appointment. Deaton opened the door to let them in and asked,
“Where is the rest of the entourage?”

“They are already bored of baby talk,” Dean said jokingly.

Donna smacked him upside the head and said, “They had other plans today. I'll always be at
the appointments though as Dean and Derek aren’t the best about sharing news.”

Dean rolled his eyes and said to Deaton, “So are we doing another ultrasound today?”

Deaton nodded and said, “Yes we are. Jump up on the exam table and we’ll get started.”

Dean set the blanket he was carrying over the exam table and then laid down on it. “It’s much
better with a blanket as a barrier between me and the cold stainless steel,” Dean said as he
lowered his zipper and boxers for the ultrasound.

Deaton placed the gel on his abdomen and started looking at the monitor. He was frowning as
he took the measurements.

“Uh, Doc, is everything ok? That is not a happy face that you’re making,” Dean asked
nervously.

Deaton looked up from the monitor and asked Dean, “You are only five weeks along,
correct?”

“Five or six weeks along, yes. Why?” Dean asked.

“Your babies are at the eight week stage of development,” Deacon said. “I need to do some
research to see if this has ever happened before. I want you to come back next week and
hopefully I’ll have some answers for you at that point.”
“What do you think is going on?” Derek asked, feeling panic set in. “Is something wrong
with Dean or the babies?”

“No. Nothing is wrong with them. They seem to be developing at a rate 25% faster than a
normal pregnancy. What that means if that holds true for the whole pregnancy is that Dean
will deliver at 30 weeks or at 7 months, which is less than six months from today if he makes
it to full term. It is more likely that he will deliver around 27-28 weeks.” Deaton explained.

Dean, Derek and Donna were in shock with that pronouncement. Derek was the first to regain
use of his vocal chords and he asked, “How is this possible?”

“I think it has to do with your Alpha/Omega bond. I will know more about it when you come
back for your appointment next week.” Deaton stated.

They all walked out of the appointment stunned, and Derek said, “We haven’t even started
building the house. There is no way it will be done before the babies are here. I am already
failing you as a spouse and as a father to our children.”

Dean snorted and said, “If you are failing our pups by still providing a roof over their heads,
just not in our forever home, my dad bombed as we hardly ever had a shelter with four walls,
and if we did it was at a no tell motel.”

“You know my views on your father-“ Derek growled.

“Exactly. The pups will be fine in our first home. I kind of like that I will birth them there. It
is where we had all of our firsts after all,” Dean said with a wicked grin.

“All right. That grin means clothes will be coming off, and we need to tell the pack this news,
so Dean will ride home in my car to stop any type of impropriety,” Donna decreed, marching
Dean to her car. “We’ll see you at home,” Donna told Derek as she closed the doors and
started her car, immediately backing out of her parking spot and heading towards Dean’s
house.

They arrived at their home and none of the pack was around. Derek arrived as Donna was
texting everyone to come over for an update, and he took Dean’s hand and they snuck outside
to the swing where they quickly lost their shirts and were rocking against each other as Derek
was sucking a line of hickeys down Dean’s neck, and Dean held Derek’s ass tightly against
his groin, and the sweet friction from their thrusts almost had them at home base when Donna
cleared her throat right next to them and said, “Everyone will be here in five minutes and you
don’t want to smell like sex when we tell everyone the news.”

“Right. Thanks Donna,” Dean said as he quickly unzipped both of their pants and they rolled
off the swing and began to give each other blow jobs. You could see their dicks down their
mates throats, each of them swallowing and putting that exquisite pressure along the length
of the dick in their throat. They both were moaning due to the pleasure they were receiving
from their mate, and with the muffled moans they were both emitting vibrating the member
in their throat along with the exquisite pleasure of swallowing with the member in their
throat, they both came in under two minutes. They were both standing, dressed and chewing
a piece of gum in four minutes and threw the gum away and were ready to face the pack
inside five minutes. Donna just shook her head and didn’t say anything.

The last of the pack arrived, and they were all seated in the great room looking at Dean and
Derek. Dean rubbed his neck while looking down and Stiles whispered, “Uh oh. It’s bad
news.” Which got everyone up in arms.

Dean quickly said, “It’s not bad news, but it’s not positive news either. It’s neutral news. Uh,
so we had our appointment today with Deaton, and he said the pups are developing at a faster
rate than a typical fetus. Like, uh, 25% faster.”

Stiles blurted out, “Then you’ll be full term at 30 weeks instead of forty weeks.”

“Correct, young Padawan. And, Deaton doesn’t think I will go full term due to the fact that
I’m having multiples. He thinks I will probably have them around 27 or 28 weeks.” Dean
explained.

“But that is only five months away. I haven’t even ordered the materials for the house as the
blueprints aren’t done,” Rufus exclaimed.

“We know we have to have the pups here for a little bit, and we have made our peace with
that,” Derek said. “They have a roof over their heads and a home full of love. Where that
home is the pups could care less about.”

“If I just figured out the math right, this means you’ll have the babies at Christmas,” Erica
said.

Everyone stopped to do the math, and Dean said, “Well, shit! I guess Merry Christmas to
us?”

“The pups will be the greatest Christmas present ever,” Derek said lovingly as he gazed at his
mate. At that point the room exploded with excitement as they discussed having the pups
around Christmas. Dean leaned back into Derek, and Derek kissed the back of his neck and
sang, “All I want for Christmas is you,” breathlessly into Dean’s ear, giving him chills that
ran up and down his spine.

“If you don’t knock it off, we are going to have sex right here in front of everyone,” Dean
warned.

Derek stopped singing, but he ground his hard dick against Dean’s ass and whispered, “Just
the thought of you carrying my kids inside you, turns me on. Add to that, the fact that you are
so prolific that you are maturating our kids at a faster rate than the typical wolf, I can barely
keep my hands to myself right now. If everyone wasn’t here, you’d be bent over that couch
with my dick plunging in your ass, hitting your prostate as I finger your clit, making you beg
me to be allowed to come.”

Scott said as he adjusted his pants, “Did you forget that we have wolf hearing?”

“And we heard everything,” Erica added on lasciviously.

Dean groaned as Derek continued grinding against him. “Well, then don’t say I didn’t warn
you when we are going at it like bunnies in a few minutes,” Derek said as his lips trailed the
shell of Dean’s ear, and his hands gripped Dean’s hips, and Dean moaned and reached back to
pull Derek’s lips to his. As Dean turned and the kiss grew very heated, everyone moved to
leave the house. As Derek pulled Dean tighter into the heated kiss, tongues warring for
dominance, hands in hair, gripping asses, running up and down backs, his hand undid both of
their flies. He pulled on Dean’s pants so they’d fall to the ground, and Dean kicked his feet
out of the pants, and Derek lifted Dean and impaled his pussy on his cock, and pistoned into
him, holding him against the wall. As Dean’s moans grew louder and higher, Derek kept up a
frantic pace, his lips devouring Dean mouth, his hands cupping Dean’s luscious ass, and as
Dean wailed in Derek’s mouth, he locked down on Derek, squeezing his member in a vice
grip, Derek’s knot popped, rubbing Dean’s clit, and Dean reciprocated by squeezing his
muscles and milking Derek some more, and it was a wonderful feedback loop that had both
of them moaning and gasping. Derek’s legs gave out, and they slowly sunk to the floor,
wrapped up in each other, and never wanting to move.

Derek's knot deflated when they were lazily kissing each other, still enjoying the afterglow.
Dean groaned when they untied, saying, “I don’t want to get up because then I'll have to
adult. I want to keep being in our bubble and not having to worry about anything,” he said.

“Well, we have to be responsible adults and go outside and face our pack because they're still
here,” Derek pointed out.

“Fine,” Dean agreed petulantly. “But I am grabbing a shower first."

“Yes, princess,” Derek said, teasing his mate. Dean stuck out his tongue at Derek as he
walked up the stairs towards the shower. Derek sighed, wiped his hands down his face, and
went outside to face the music. As he headed out the door, he heard a car engine driving
down their road, and then turn into their drive way. He headed towards the garage and the
pack followed, as no one was expected besides the pack, so no one should be coming by to
visit. Derek heard the shower running, so he doubted his mate heard the car drive up, but as
the car door slammed shut the shower turned off and he heard his mate scrambling to put on
clothes. “Can I help you?” Derek asked the extremely tall male who stepped out of the classic
car.

“I hope so,” the young man answered. “I am looking for a Dean Winston. Is he home by any
chance?”

“Why are you looking for him?” Derek asked suspiciously, ready to protect his mate.

The young man opened his mouth to answer when Dean opened the front door and asked,
“Sammy?”

The young man turned towards Dean with the largest smile on his face. He gave a little laugh
and said, “Dean? I actually found you? I never actually thought I would. I was just going to
the house of every Dean age 18-25 on my way to Stanford. There was only two other Deans I
was going to check out, and then I was giving up until Christmas break. Holy shit. It's really
you.”
Dean cut off his brother's babbling by asking, “Where is dad? Did he come with you? Does
he know I am alive?”

“No to all. Can we sit down, and I'll tell you what has happened for the last 14 months since
you ‘died'.” Sam said.

Dean led them to the patio, and they sat down at the table along with Derek, Donna, Bobby
and Rufus. Scott and Stiles sat at the café table next to the patio table and the rest of the pack
sat on the ground around the group. Donna got up, ran into the house and came back with her
arms full of water bottles, and gave everyone at the table one, and Sam smiled his thanks and
took a sip before he started his tale. “So, when you died, Dad chose to chase the werewolf
instead of staying with you. The werewolf led dad on a merry chase, and made him get all
twisted up as far as his sense of direction and knowing where he was in the forest. The
werewolf got away, and eventually dad found his way out of the forest and to the road back to
town. He came back to the room, told me to pack my bag, throw all your stuff in your bag,
and he would pitch it before we went to burn your body. Since I was packing the bags, I kept
the photos you had in your bag, and your lucky knife. When I was done packing, dad threw
the bag in the dumpster and we left to find your body. We went to the field you were
supposed to be in, and you were gone. I saw the silver knife and kicked it into the woods
while dad's back was turned, and I played it like he lost your body and he couldn't remember
the right place you were killed. You would have been proud of the bitch fit I threw,” Sam
laughed. “I think it even beat the one I threw when dad wouldn't let me stay for the final
math-a-lete competition.”

Dean broke in with a “That had to be some fit then.”

“Dean, it was epic. Dad left without searching the woods, so he never found the knife nor had
any idea you were alive. I became extra, extra sullen, and would not listen to dad at all which
he attributed to your death. He finally left me with Pastor Jim, and I worked and saved my
money and applied to every college I could. Do you know, you don't have to graduate high
school to go to college? I mean, with all the dual rate classes you signed me up for online, I
had enough credits to graduate at the end of my junior year, but even if I hadn’t, I would still
be going to college in the fall. Anyway, while I was in Minnesota with Pastor Jim, I checked
out all the Deans within a 200 mile radius. None of them were you, but that gave me the idea
to search for you on the way to school, so I have been stopping at every house with a Dean.
And I still can't believe my idea worked and I found you,” Sam laughed out of the pure joy of
finding Dean.

“What about dad? What has he been up to?” Dean asked, still not assuaged by Sam's tale.

“Um, dad died, Dean. He found the demon that killed mom, he was actually possessed by it,
and Pastor Jim had a gun that could kill demons, and he killed dad before the demon inside
dad killed us. Dad took control when the demon went after me, and he held control just long
enough for Pastor Jim to reach the gun. I hate to say this, but I think dad was happy dying
that way. Once the demon was dead, he had nothing to live for, and he would have to face the
fact that his obsession got you killed. I think in the end, it was the best outcome for him, and
I hope he is with mom in the great beyond,” Sam said as he finished his story.
The tension in Dean's shoulders disappeared with Sam's answer. “And you're not here to kill
me?” he asked already knowing the answer.

“You know I ever believed all monsters were evil. And even if I had believed that, I could
never think you would be evil. I could never kill you Dean. You're my mother, father, and
brother, I couldn't kill the person who raised me to be the person I am today,” Sam said.

“Well, I think it is only fair I tell you my story. It is going to sound fantastical, but please
leave your questions until the end, or I'll never get through everything, ok?” Dean asked Sam.
Sam nodded his head. “Ok, so I woke up and couldn’t touch silver, so I knew I was a
werewolf, and I knew dad would be back to burn my bones, so I fled through the woods
being careful to not leave a trail. I knew the motel threw away items that were left behind,
and I hoped to find a change of clothes as mine were all bloody, and I found my duffle bag in
the dumpster. I changed and hitched a ride with a trucker all the way to California. He taught
me how to be an itinerant worker, and dropped me off at a farm he knew would be hiring
help. I was a picker for 6 months until I had saved enough to buy my car and get her engine
in perfect shape. Then I drove until I hit Beacon Hills, got three jobs as a bus boy, squatted at
this house until I had saved enough to buy it, and we have refinished her to our liking.

This handsome man next to me, is my mate and husband Derek, and all these people around
us are part of our pack. Derek is an Alpha, and I am an Omega, which is a fancy way of
saying I am a man who grew lady parts when I became a werewolf and can have kids. I had
my first heat about six weeks ago, and I am pregnant with triplets who are progressing 25%
faster than normal fetuses. Did I miss anything?” Dean asked the pack.

They all looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Just that you are a horny bastard, actually you both are horny bastards, and he has to watch
his step or he'll run into you getting pounded by Derek,” Donna said. Everyone nodded their
approval of that statement. Dean looked put out at being outed like that, but he didn't disagree
with the statement.

Sam looked similar to a gold fish with his wide eyes and mouth hanging open. He pulled
himself together and looked at Derek. “Are you freeloading off my brother? He's a hard
worker who will do anything for those he loves, but he deserves a spouse who will take care
of him, and not someone who will sponge off of him.” Sam said, drawing himself up to his
full height.

Derek smiled and said, “We are currently living in this house while our other home is being
designed and built. You can question our general contractor, Rufus, about it if you want. As
for freeloading off of him, I am very wealthy, a fact no one besides Dean knew until this very
minute. In fact, Dean teased me that he was in a Harlequin romance as he was mated within a
week of our first date, and then he found out I was an heir after we were mated.”

“You were mated within a week?” Sam asked, incredulous.

“Relax Sammy. We had been, uh, dating for a week when the full moon hit. I was out running
and smelled another werewolf. It was Derek pacing outside my house. Werewolf's mate by
biting their mate and knotting them. Both items were checked off the list that night, although
we didn't realize we were mated until the next day when we looked up werewolf mating
rituals. I had to accept the bite for it to take, which I obviously did, and like I told Derek, our
wolves acted before we could fuck up our relationship.” Dean explained. “Why don't I make
steaks, Stiles you make the salad, and Erica, can you start some baked potatoes? Derek,
you're on corn on the cob duty. Boyd and Liam, you can cut up the fruit. Donna, want to whip
up a few batches of rice krispie treats with Scott? Am I missing anything?” Everyone shook
their heads, and Dean said to Sam, “Come find firewood with me while everyone starts
making their dishes.”

Sam and Dean walked to the edge of the woods to pick up some firewood. “This brings up
memories of camping with dad,” Sam said, grimacing.

“Well our cookouts are a lot more relaxing and fun, and we have a house to sleep in
afterwards. I'll show you around the house after dinner. Can you stay a few days, or do you
have to get to Stanford?” Dean asked.

“I can stay for a month, and this is only four hours away from campus, so I'll be back for
labor day, thanksgiving, and winter break,” Sam said.

“Well, you will be here to see your nieces and nephews be born then, as we figured out I will
most likely have them around Christmas.” Dean informed Sam.

“I would love to be here when that happens. If you go early, call me and I will be here,” Sam
said.

“I am so glad you found me and want to be a part of our life. I missed you so much. I told
everyone about us lighting fireworks in that field, and just told stories about our day to day
existence. I can't wait for everyone to get to know you,” Dean said.

“I can't wait to meet your pack and get to know everyone, too,” Sam said, happy to have
found his family, his world.
 Chapter 10

When they got back to the fire pit after gathering the firewood, Scott and Stiles were waiting
for them. “We are stealing Sam to have a chat. Derek will keep you company. Just, no kissing
until after the steaks are cooked,” Stiles ordered as he grabbed Sam by the arm and dragged
him over to the patio table.

Dean looked away from the chat happening at the patio table when his mate showed up with
the steaks. “The fire is almost ready,” Dean murmured. “By the time we finish our hello kiss,
I should be able to put the steaks over the fire to cook,” he continued, stepping close to his
mate. They had just wrapped their hands around each other's necks and were leaning in
towards each other when they were hit with water from the garden hose. Donna yelled, “No
kissing until the steaks are done.”

“When did she become the kissing Nazi,” Dean grumbled as he wrung out his shirt.

“Probably since you burned everyone’s steak last time we had a grill out because I, uh,
distracted you,” Derek said sheepishly.

“Oh yeah. But that kiss was worth the burned steaks,” Dean said licking his lips.

“Obviously, they're making sure that doesn't happen again. Cook the steaks, and then I will
give you a kiss worth waiting for,” Derek said.

“Promise?” Dean said as he laid the steaks over the coals.

“Baby, I will rock your world, I promise,” Derek said.

Dean cooked the steaks, and he yelled for everyone to come grab their steak when they were
done cooking. Derek had been patiently waiting by the side of the fire, but as soon a Dean
yelled the steaks were done, he grabbed Dean and pulled him in for a kiss that curled Dean's
toes. He grabbed onto Derek's shirt and held on for dear life as Derek ravaged his lips while
the hand on Dean's ass was kneading the globes, and before he knew it, Dean had his legs
wrapped around Derek's waist as Derek continued to knead his globes as he ground against
Dean, his lips never leaving Dean's as they ground together, the friction sparking in their
loins, and just as they were both about to topple over, Donna hit them with the hose yelling,
“Your brother really doesn't want to see your ‘O’ face Dean-o. Time to come to the table to
eat.”

Dean muttered under his breath, “We are hiding that hose before the next cookout.” Derek
nodded his head in agreement as they wrung their shirts, grabbed their steaks, and moseyed
over to the tables, sitting at the café table. Dean noticed Sam was deep in conversation with
Stiles and smiled. Those two were like peas in a pod with their curiosity and their fascination
with knowledge just for the sake of it. Dean figured they would spend a lot of time together
while Sam was here. Dean told Derek, “Sam is gonna be here for a month getting to know
everyone before he leaves for school. We'll have to ask him if he wants to go to the next
appointment we have with Deaton.”
“I will be at the next appointment,” Bobby harrumphed from the table. That was followed by
a chorus of “Me, too" from just about everyone. Stiles and Sam were involved in their own
discussion and didn't hear any part of the previous conversation, but they perked up at the me
toos.

“What are we me too-ing?” Stiles asked.

“They were agreeing to go to Dean's next appointment with Deaton next week,” Derek
explained.

“Well then, me too,” said Stiles, followed by Sam saying, “Well, I want to be there.”

“The exam room is crowded when the seven of us were there for the first visit. Let me talk to
Deaton and see if there is a larger area where we can do the exam, otherwise we may be
limited to just seven people being in the exam room proper,” Dean said.

The rest of the night flew by, and Dean never had a chance to give Sam a tour of the house
until the party broke up. They walked in the house and Dean turned on the lights pointing as
he walked up the stairs, “Great room, dining, kitchen. Study and half bath is behind the stairs.
We have a spare bedroom up here that is even furnished as people stayed over to help out
during my heat. That will be your room when you visit. This bedroom is the nursery, and here
is your bedroom. Your bathroom is right next door, here, and the laundry room is the door at
the end of the hall. This is the master bedroom, where I am going to sleep. Help yourself to
anything you want or need. We'll probably be down by eight, but it wouldn't surprise me if
someone from the pack was here prior to that. This has become pack central, and someone
always seems to be over. Next week we have the appointment with Deaton, and we should
get the blueprints for the house, so we can start building it. Everything else we can go
through in the morning. It's good to have you home, Sammy.”

“I am glad to be here in your home,” Sam replied. “I'll see you in the morning. ‘Night.” He
said as he went into his room and closed the door.

The next week was a whirlwind of activity as Sam got to know the pack. He saw the site
where the house was to be built, he went for his morning jogs with various pack members,
and he got an eye and earful of Derek and Dean going at it like bunnies. He asked Stiles,
Scott, and Donna about it when they were all in the kitchen eating breakfast, and they could
hear thumping and moaning coming from above them. “Do they ever stop having sex? It
seems like they are going at it every few hours,” Sam bemoaned.

“You are welcome to spend the night at my house if you need a break. These guys were sex
freaks before the heat/rut hit. I am not sure they ever really left that phase. They will fuck
anywhere and in front of anyone as long as they are on their property. If you are in the room
and they get in the mood, you know to hit the road or see something that you can't unsee. I
don't know if the pups are upping Dean's libido, but we all heard Derek confess to Dean that
knowing he's carrying three of Derek's pups is a huge turn on, so the pregnancy is a driving
force in their relations, that is for sure,” Donna said.

“Were they just as bad before Dean's heat hit?” Sam asked.
“How to put this delicately… I had an issue with my ex about a week after meeting them.
They helped out with my ex issue by having sex in the hot tub with me being front and center
to their pairing. They have been hot for each other since their first, uh, date,” Donna said.

“They fucked on their first date, didn't they?” Sam groaned.

“I was dumb enough to ask Dean how long they waited to have sex when they started seeing
each other, and he replied, from when we first started texting or actually seeing each other in
person? I, of course, said seeing each other in person, and he said ten minutes. Naturally I
thought they must have been texting a long time, sexting, etc, and Dean replied he had
literally bumped into Derek outside the county building two weeks prior, and they had been
texting since then, but nothing sexy or risque was texted in that time.” Stiles shrugged, “They
just seem to have an electric chemistry when they are near each other, like their animal
instincts are always at the forefront.”

“They are true mates,” Scott reminded everyone.

“True mates?” Sam asked.

“True mates are the stuff of werewolf legend. It is when two people are just fated to be
together, and they fit each other so completely that they are like two halves to a whole. It is
said that when one mate dies, the other follows within minutes, that their souls are linked
together for all eternity. This is the first true mate couple I have met, and probably the only
one I will meet in my lifetime. There is maybe one true mate pairing per century,” Donna
explained.

“How many omegas are there? Omegas are rare, too, right?” Sam asked.

“Dean and Rufus are the only two I knew of, and I had no clue Rufus was one until he told
everyone Dean was an Omega. I think unless someone actually tells you, or you see them
while they are pregnant, there is no way of knowing if a male werewolf is a beta or an
Omega,” Donna said.

“Omegas can always tell when there is another Omega around,” Dean said as he and Derek
appeared in the room. “That is how Rufus knew I was one, and we were able to get
everything completed before my heat hit. C'mon, we have to leave now for my appointment.”

They went to Deaton's office, and Sam said, “You see a vet? Why aren't you seeing an MD?”

“What MD will treat me without writing up their findings and publishing it in a medical
journal? Deaton is a werewolf ally and he is medically trained. He is more than capable of
watching the pups grow in utero,” Dean said as he stepped out of the car. Sam noticed a little
swell to his stomach that he hadn’t noticed the day before.

Dean went in the vet office with Derek and Sam, and the rest of the pack trickled in a few
moments later. They had decided to do the exam in the waiting room to accommodate
everyone. Deaton said, “Everyone wanted to hear about this first hand, I see. Well, I found a
story, a legend actually, about an Alpha Omega mated pair who were also true mates. It was
noted that the Omega's pregnancies were shorter when they were, uh, in sync with each other
and expressed that often, uh, physically. If the Alpha was away, fighting a battle or whatever,
the Omega would be pregnant for the typical nine months before he delivered. Now, as I said,
this is a legend, as Omegas are rare, and true mates are rare, so to have both in one pair, well
the odds are astronomical.”

“So let me see if I understand the legend,” Dean said. “So when the pair fuck like bunnies,
the pregnancies are shorter, and when the Alpha was away from his mate for extended
periods, the pregnancies were the typical nine months?” Deaton nodded. “Well, shit. I'm
screwed! I am gonna be popping out pups every six months!” Dean exclaimed.

Deaton raised his eyebrows and Donna elaborated, “We don’t think these two have gone
longer than three hours without having sex since Dean's heat.”

“Oh, well, in that case, let's see how far the babies have developed in the past week,” Deaton
said as he moved the ultrasound machine into place. Dean laid on a camping cot and undid
and lowered his pants and boxers. Sam noticed there was a definite bulge to Dean's once
toned abs.

Deaton started to take measurements, and from his startled face, Dean was farther along than
anticipated. While he brought up the pups on the monitor for everyone to see, he said to Dean
and Derek, “We know Dean's heat ended six weeks ago, and he was in heat for a full week,
so the babies should be six to seven weeks in gestation right now. The pups in your uterus,
are at 12 weeks gestation. Look, the body is fully formed, down to it's little fingers and toes.
Your pregnancy cycle has been shortened again, last week you were 25% ahead of schedule,
this week you are 50% ahead of where you should be. It was noted that the quickest
pregnancy the Omega had was four months. I thought they had exaggerated how quickly the
babies maturated and were born, but now, looking at Dean, I think he would be right on
schedule to deliver at 16 weeks.”

“Did the legend say how many kids the Omega had over his lifetime?” Dean asked.

“Well, you have to remember, this is a legend-" Deaton started to say, when Dean broke in
with, “How many?”

“One hundred,” Deaton said with a sigh.

“One hundred,” Dean said blankly. “And there is no birth control that works on Omegas,
right? Holy shit! Derek won't want me because I'll be all stretched out and fat, which I guess
that will mean that I won't have one hundred kids because he won't have sex with me any
more, and-”

Derek stopped Dean's rambling by kissing him, and the sensation of Dean's mouth opening to
him, submitting to him, just drove him to deepen the kiss until an air horn went off and broke
the couple apart. “That was just mean,” Dean pouted as he glared at his brother.

“We had to stop you before you got to the point of no return,” Sam replied.

“You can't be knotted in Deaton's waiting room, he has a business to run, ya idjits,” Bobby
berated them in his own loving manner. Dean and Derek nodded, still clinging to each other.
“I want to see you weekly, so we can keep a tab on your progress. I will make a shared file
for Dean's medical chart, so anything you guys notice can be added. This will be a medical
diary that will be our base for all of Dean's future pregnancies,” Deaton stated.

Sam asked, “So you're thinking a late October due date, most likely? And what are you
considering medical? Do you want an idea of how many times they are having sex in a day,
do you want if Dean has morning sickness? What exactly are you looking for?”

“Anything you guys think is worth noting, as you are the one who sees Dean every day. I
wouldn't even know what to say is or is not important right now. With his next pregnancy, I
will have a better gauge on everything,” Deacon said.

“You know, I am right here,” Dean said grumpily. “You can just ask me.”

“The issue is that right now, I don't know what to ask,” Deaton explained. “I will see you in a
week. I will create a link to Dean's medical chart and send it to Rufus to disseminate to all of
you. Just make your own tab, and then at the end I will collate everything, and we can discuss
it to make sure nothing was missed.”

Everyone nodded, and headed for the back door as they left and went back to the house to
have breakfast together. Sam drove Dean and Derek home, who were cuddling in the back
seat. It appeared Derek was comforting Dean. When they were home, Dean left and went
upstairs with Derek right behind him. Sam heard water turn on and he relayed to the pack,
“Dean needed a minute after his appointment, so he is upstairs with Derek taking a bath or
shower.”

“What did you think of that legend Deaton found? Do you think it was true? There is no way
for Dean to have 100 kids, is there?” Stiles asked the group.

“I think 100 is a stretch, but he actually could if he had quadruplets for a few pregnancies,”
Donna said.

“No way,” Scott said. “He would have to have triplets and quadruplets every pregnancy and
every pregnancy would have to be four months long. I doubt Derek and Dean will keep
humping each other like rabbits. They just can't physically keep that up, especially once they
have kids.”

“Dean's libido has always been extremely high. I don't see that decreasing anytime soon the
way he is acting with Derek,” Sam stated.

“We never knew Derek well enough to know his sexual habits. He was sort of a brooding,
mysterious loner prior to hooking up with Dean,” said Scott.

“We actually have gotten to know Derek and understand him and his motivations better since
he and Dean became a couple. It is like he was able to open up to us about everything he had
been through once he had his mate to support him. I mean he told us about the hunter who
was his girlfriend who killed his whole family. He would have never told us about that before
Dean came along,” Erica sad.
“A hunter killed his whole family? I am surprised he would let me within 100 miles of Dean,
knowing that,” Sam said.

“Why would you say that?” Boyd asked.

“Because our dad was a hunter, and he trained me and Sam to be hunters from the age of five
for me. I was able to keep Sam sheltered from the supernatural world until he was ten. Derek
knew Sam hated hunting, and he knew Sam was my child, and he would never keep me from
my child once I knew Sam was ok with my change,” Dean stated as he walked into the
kitchen with Derek's arm wrapped around his waist.

“I know we have heard that before, it is just we forget about your past. It just, it doesn't fit
with the Dean we know,” Boyd said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Well, getting bitten and turned into a werewolf changes your perspective on things pretty
quickly,” Dean said wryly.

“And you have to remember, that we only hunted Supernatural beings who were killing
humans. So, we hadn't known of a neutral Supernatural group before we met you,” Sam said.

“Right now the food is ready, and everyone needs to eat. So grab a chair and dig in,” Donna
said, herding everyone to the dining room table.

Bobby asked Dean, “How are you feeling after hearing everything that Deaton revealed at
your appointment?”

“Overwhelmed. I was already overwhelmed with the thought of three kids, and now I just
keep thinking I could have 100 by the time it all is said and done, and my mind implodes.”

“You have this Dean. If you could raise me as well as you did under horrific circumstances, it
will be a piece of cake with all the resources and help you have here,” Sam said.

“Not to mention, you have the funds to hire a nanny or two,” Rufus pointed out.

“What nanny wouldn't talk about her pregnant male employer, who has a baby 4 months after
having sex for a week straight with his husband?” Dean asked sarcastically. “Unless it is a
pack member or another werewolf or werewolf ally, we are on our own on this. I understand
you guys are trying to make me feel better, but right now, I just need to lie down and be
alone. Go get the blueprints this afternoon from the architect without me. I’m not in a social
mood right now,” he said standing up and heading for his room. Everyone heard the bedroom
close with a click of finality.

Derek sighed as he said, “He doesn't want any of our kids to feel unwanted or lost in the
crowd, and he feels like he will fail all of them because he will have so many kids that they
will all end up feeling lost in the crowd, unspecial, and his biggest fear, unloved.”

Sam said, “He shows his love in a million different ways every day. There is no way a kid of
his would feel unloved.”
“But they could feel shuffled to the side as another brother or sister takes prominence for one
reason or another,” Donna said. “I understand his fears, but he just has to focus on what he
knows is true, and that is that he has three little pups who need him right now.”

Stiles said, “He will get there, but he had a lot thrown at him at this appointment, so let's give
him a little time to work through it. All of us would be acting the same, hell, we'd've reacted
worse if we received the news he did. So let’s give him time to adjust. Now, if Derek and
Dean haven't had sex by tomorrow morning, then we will need to take drastic measures. Until
then, let's just sit tight.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Derek said to Rufus, “Can you go to the architect meeting
with me? You actually should have been coming to this meeting anyway.” Rufus agreed and
Derek looked at his pack and said, “Please take care of my mate. We will be back in about an
hour and a half.” And he and Rufus left to meet with the architect.

Dean stayed in his room all day, but as the moon started to rise, he left his room and entered
the great room where the pack was gathered. “If anyone can stay the night tonight, I would
really like a puppy pile,” he said. Phones were whipped out of pockets so parents could be
informed of the sleepover as everyone wanted to do whatever was needed to help Dean. Dean
looked around and asked, “Where is my mate?”

“Derek and Sam left to go get groceries about an hour ago, so they should be back any time”
Scott answered as he ended his call with his mom.

As if summoned, Derek entered the room carrying groceries followed by Sam with another
armful of bags.

“Dean!” they both yelled as they noticed him. “Babe, how are you feeling?” Derek asked as
he set down his bags and walked over to Dean, pulling him close.

“I need my pack tonight. I think everyone is staying, so we can sleep in a puppy pile,” Dean
said.

“Well you know we're in. Whatever you need,” Derek said, kissing Dean softly, tenderly, the
kiss conveying the depth of Derek's love for Dean.

Dean latched on to Derek, and returned the kiss, his kiss conveying his need to be comforted
and his desire of wanting that comfort from Derek's body. Derek read the kiss and deepened
it while grasping Dean's hair, to direct the kiss. Dean submitted, opening pliantly under
Derek, and Derek deepened the kiss, making Dean’s toes curl. One of Derek's hands slid into
Dean's pants to Dean’s ass, and started petting the furl, not trying to enter, just getting the
nerves to spark as Derek's lips left Dean's mouth, and meandered to his ear, following his
jawline, and then kissing that sensitive point right behind the ear. Dean whimpered and began
thrusting into Derek, his need overwhelming him. Derek removed his lips from Dean's neck
long enough to tear his shirt off, then his lips resumed their kissing/sucking/licking of Dean's
neck, heading for his shoulder, targeting his mating mark. As Derek was kissing and sucking
that mark, Dean let out a guttural groan, his need ramping ever higher with his mates
ministrations. Derek moved on to Dean’s collar bone, making Dean keen in the back of his
throat.
Derek knew his mate was strung out and close, so he suckled, licked and bit Dean's nubs as
he undid Dean’s pants, pushing down his pants and boxers, which Dean quickly kicked off.
Dean was naked as a jay bird, and Derek stepped back and breathed, “Beautiful,” as his
mouth kissed the little mound that had developed. He picked Dean up and laid him on the
center island and began licking Dean's dick, mouthing it as he was undoing his pants and
freeing his cock. Derek finished uncovering his cock and had Dean impaled and was
pounding his pussy before Dean had even registered that Derek's mouth had left his dick. As
Derek was ploughing into Dean, his mouth was back on Dean’s neck and ear, as he whispered
in Dean's ear, “You make me so hot! I can’t even get undressed because I need you too much
to take the time to get undressed. Watching my dick entering your pussy, seeing your pussy
envelop my cock, is the most wondrous sight in the world. It is a sight I will never get tired
of, and a sight I want to see several times a day.” And as he ramped up the speed and depth of
his thrusts, Dean was beyond words, moaning and crying out as Derek pistoned in and out of
him, and as Derek’s knot formed, rubbing against Dean’s clit, Dean shot off, coming with a
guttural groan, and Derek knotted and bit Dean, making Dean clamp around Derek again as
he came a second time. Derek kissed his mate as his cock was pulsing, filling Dean with his
cum.

“You're mine, and I'm yours. We're in this together. Forever,” Derek murmured against
Dean's ear, making goosebumps form on Dean's body and chills go up and down his spine.

“Forever,” Dean replied as he sweetly kissed his mate.

 Chapter 11
Chapter Notes
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When Derek and Dean had caught their breath and realized where they were, they looked up
and saw their whole pack looking at them. “Glad to see you boys are back to normal,” Bobby
drawled. That seemed to break the moment as the pack turned and talked between themselves
and ignored the men tied together on the center island.

Derek laid his head on Dean's chest and said, “We'll never live this down. We'll be ninety, and
they'll still bring it up.”

Dean said wickedly, “We'll just have to give them something better to talk about,” and began
to nibble on Derek's ears, surprising a moan out of him. As Dean continued to nibble on his
ears and behind them, his hands gripped Derek's ass and started kneading the globes, then
one finger made its way to his perineum while his thumb pressed on his furl, and Derek
responded to the pleasurable sensations by thrusting deeper into Dean, and Dean moaned and
continued rubbing the furl and perineum. And as Derek moaned, whimpered, and even
babbled, he was thrusting mindlessly into Dean, trying to culminate those sensations into one
big explosion, and as he got nearer and nearer to the grand finale, he was growling “mate",
sucking and biting the nubs in front of him as he pounded the flesh beneath him, beyond
caring if he was hurting his mate. And Dean was continuing his delicious torment, thrilled at
how his mate was responding, and as Derek roared and his knot re-engaged, Dean tumbled
back into the abyss.

When they came back to themselves this time, the house was empty. “Did I scandalize them
by making my mate mindless with lust?” Dean asked as he laid on the island, tied with his
mate.

“Mmhmm,” Derek responded, and then with great effort he raised his head and said, “That
was the first time you have stimulated me like that. Normally I am the one in control, and you
flipping the script like that probably freaked them out a little. That, and seeing my feral side
come out, brutally fucking into you without even attempting to pleasure you, just taking my
own pleasure from your body.”

“That was so hot,” Dean moaned and tightened around Derek, causing another pulse of cum
to splash against Dean's walls. “So my attempt at topping from the bottom worked?”

“Babe, if it worked any better, the island would have collapsed beneath us,” Derek said,
kissing his mate breathless.

“Mmmm, I'll have to aim for that next time" Dean responded, which made little Derek stiffen
in response.

“Knock that off, or we'll never untie,” Derek mock scolded.

Dean grinned and said, “Is there a downside to that?”

“Yes, because your brother will come talk to you while you're tied which will break the
mood,” Sam’s disembodied voice said.

As Derek’s knot started to deflate Dean muttered, “Kid was always a cock block. I can’t tell
you how many times he ruined the moment for me, or stopped it before it even got off the
ground.”

“Well, his cock blocking powers are working again. Let's go get cleaned up, then we'll clean
this island,” Derek responded as his knot finished deflating and he left Dean, standing up, and
tucking his cock away as he pulled up his pants.

Dean peeled himself off the center island and walked upstairs without trying to hide his
nudity. “Damn, cock blocking younger brothers,” he muttered as he headed for the shower.

Derek was cleaning the island as the pack re-entered the house. “It was good to see Dean-o
get back into the saddle. Do you think he is feeling better?” Donna asked Derek.

“I think his mind has accepted everything he has learned, and he is coming to terms with it. I
don't know if he is feeling better about our future,” Derek replied.

Donna nodded. “I think that is a fair assessment,” she agreed.

All of the pillows and soft blankets were laid out on the great room floor when Dean came
down. “Derek,” Dean said, “We have to redo our house plans. We can’t start to build our
house.”

“What? Why?” Rufus shouted.

“We need a pack sleeping area for when we have our puppy piles, and we need two more
bedrooms downstairs which will also add two more bedrooms to the second story. Right now
we have a nursery and one additional bedroom downstairs plus the master. I will need four
bedrooms downstairs, because my kids will not be on a separate floor from me until they are
five, and at that point, we will hopefully have someone living with us who will sleep on the
same floor as the older kids, so they will be able to answer if a kid need something in the
middle of the night. And, the second floor needs a master bedroom for the nanny, so they can
have their own bathroom and personal space,” Dean explained.

“All of those changes means these plans are just kindling,” Bobby sighed.

“We are just expanding the bedroom wing on the first floor, which means the new basement
area will be larger, and that addition will go up all three stories,” Dean said.

“Three stories?” Derek asked.

Dean nodded. “We won't furnish or air condition the upper stories until we need them, but
I've got to plan ahead. There is a very good likelihood that we will have 50 kids or more over
the next 30 plus years. We need to have bedrooms to accommodate all the kids. We will have
the original basement turned into a playroom in one area, a gymnastics room/sparring room
in another area, and a dance/yoga/meditation room in another area, and the final area will be
a sports practice room. Outside we will have a huge sand pit and a jungle gym like a park
would have. I think with all of these additions, all of our kids should have something that will
interest them, and as they get older and into sports, we will figure it out.”

Rufus was nodding along and said, “Those plans are very well thought out. I understand your
changes now. You are planning for the future with the news you got today. I'll make an
appointment for the three of us to go through the changes we need with the architect. He may
be able to get the new blueprints completed in two weeks.”

Dean hugged his mate and said, “I love you, Der, and as evidenced tonight, we can’t keep our
hands off each other. So, I have to plan for the probability of a huge family. If we don't need
all of that room, we can make the upper levels into apartments for pack members, or into
offices for our business. We will find a use for the extra rooms if they are not needed for our
kids.”

Derek smiled and kissed the tip of his mate's nose. “It took me by surprise, but it is a very
smart plan. You are planning for our family's future, which is fuckin' sexy,” Derek responded,
palming the back of Dean's head, and guiding him into a slow, sensual kiss. Just as they were
starting to tip into rated R territory, a loud clapping noise went off right by their ears. As they
jumped apart, Scott put his phone away and said, “Time for a puppy pile!”

Everyone pulled Dean and Derek into the middle of the puppy pile, and Dean started purring
as everyone surrounded him. Everyone was lulled to sleep by Dean's purrs.

The next two weeks were busy for the expecting parents. They met with the architect and
made the changes Dean proposed, and the architect said he could have the changes to the
blueprints completed in two weeks since they weren't starting from scratch. The
appointments with Deaton kept pointing to a 16 week delivery for Dean. Dean’s stomach had
popped, and he had what would be seen as a very prominent beer gut. Dean no longer went
out in public, and stayed at the house. Derek and Rufus would pick up the redrawn plans
tomorrow, and Rufus would get started on ordering materials and scheduling the
subcontractors. The whole pack was over for a cookout before they went running together
tonight. It was the first night of the full moon, and Stiles and Sam were going to keep each
other company as everyone ran. Dean had an uneasy feeling and he went up to Sam and
asked, “Do you feel it?”

“Feel like something ominous is out there? Yeah, something isn't right,” Sam said.

“Yo, everyone over here, now!” Dean yelled in his drill sergeant voice. Everyone
immediately dropped everything they were doing and came over to where Dean was
standing. “Both Sam and I can feel that something ominous is out there. Whether it is out
here for me and him or the pack remains to be seen. Either way, I'm not taking any chances.
I'm going to split the pack up, so the young ‘uns are with us more experienced wolves and
can be kept safe. Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Liam you are going to go running with Bobby and
Rufus. If they tell you to do something, you listen and do it immediately, understood?”
Everyone nodded their heads. “I want you to go running in the mountains then come back
here so I know you're safe, okay?” They nodded their agreement then went to their cars to
drive to the mountains. “Scott, Jackson, you will run with Donna. Again, if she tells you to do
something you do it without question. Stiles, I think you should wait for them at Donna's
house. Use her hot tub, sleep on her couch. Stay safe, and everyone come back here when
you're done with your run, so I know everyone is in one piece, got it?” They nodded. “Head
to the mountains, you'll be safer there,” Dean instructed. They left to do as the Alpha mate
bid.

As everyone was getting into the cars Dean turned to Sam. “What is your gut telling you? Is
it after me and you, Derek, or the pack?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam said, “It seems focused on you and Derek. At least, that is what I am getting from the
malevolent feelings.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Derek, “Got any crazy ex's I should know about?”

“You know about Kate, but she was killed by my uncle Peter shortly after the fire. Paige died
years ago as you know, and everyone else was nameless, faceless on night wonders in New
York. How about you? Any groupies since you got here?” Derek asked.

Dean shrugged. “I didn't bang anyone or go on a date with anyone. You know how much I
worked. You had to bring coffee here to see me for our first date.” Dean's eyes took on a
dreamy quality, and Sam and Derek could see him mentally shake it off. “There was a girl
who was slightly obsessed with me, but I never gave her the time of day, so she seemed to
give up her obsession. I never knew her name. She was older than me, with dark blond hair
and a scar on her neck. She is the only one I can think of that might want to cause trouble for
us.”

Derek had gone pale as Dean spoke. “Did she have green eyes?" he asked urgently.

“Um, yeah, I think she did,” Dean said.

“I think that's Kate. I don't know how she is alive, but I think she was the one stalking you,”
Derek said.

“Then we have a hunter after us. Sam, did you keep any of dad's weapons, or are you
unarmed?” Dean asked.

“I have your lucky knife and dad's gun. Right now it is loaded with silver bullets,” Sam
stated.

“So here is the plan. Derek and I are going to run and fuck in the woods. I am counting on
you, little brother, to keep my mate and pups safe. She will either come out to monologue, or
shoot us while we are otherwise occupied. It is your job to take her out. Humans can be
monsters, too.” Dean stated grimly. They planned the most advantageous location for their
‘impromptu rendezvous’ and Sam hiked and hid in the location while Derek and Dean went
for their run.

They ran for about an hour before they entered the predetermined rendezvous point. Derek
tackled Dean and started kissing him as if it was the last time he would be able to do so. Dean
flipped them over, and continued the kiss. Derek was not going to have his mate be in danger,
and he flipped them back over so he was on top. As Dean went to flip them again, they heard
a branch snap, and they both were alert as Derek kept up the façade of making out with Dean.
They heard footsteps getting closer, and Derek whispered, “I love you,” to Dean as he went
to spring and tackle Kate. Before he got the chance, they heard a shot and looked up and saw
it pierce Kate's chest followed by three more shots, all hitting center mass. Sam stepped out
of the brush and pointed to her hand. She had a silver knife that looked like it had herbs on it.
“Wolfsbane,” Derek said quietly. “That is deadly to ‘wolves. All she had to do was nick us
with that knife, and it would have killed us,” he stated.

Dean looked at Sam and said, “Thanks for saving us little brother.”

Sam said, “I need to see my nieces and nephews be born, and I can't do that if you check out
early on me, jerk.”

Dean grinned and said, “Bitch.” Then he jumped on his brother and hugged him, and Sam
hugged his brother back. Derek, Dean, and Sam walked out of the forest and ran into their
pack. They all had cross looks on their faces, and Dean said, “What's going on, guys? That
was a really short run.”

“We figured out you were trying to get rid of us, and then we realized you would do that in
order to protect us, so you knew that the malevolent being was after you or Derek. We protect
our Alpha and the Alpha Mate, we don't run and hide behind them,” Donna said, snarling at
Dean.

“Especially when the Alpha Mate is pregnant,” Bobby said, adding his own snarling to the
fray.

“I have been protecting people from evil beings since I was five. That is ingrained in me. I
protect those I love at all costs. That doesn't just end because I'm pregnant,” Dean snarled
right back.

“Son, you have to think about your pups, now. We understand the need to protect the pack,
your family, but you have little beings inside you that you have to protect, too. Your pups
need to be placed first in that line of beings you protect,” Rufus stated, trying to calm down
Dean and make him see reason at the same time.

Dean deflated. “It is hard to believe that there are really pups in my belly. I can't feel them
move yet, I only know they're there because my stomach has gotten bigger and the weekly
ultrasounds I get at Deaton's. As funny as it sounds, it is hard to remember that I have pups I
need to protect,” Dean said, “Especially when the rest of my family was in danger.”

“We appreciate that you want to take care of us,” Stiles said, “But we want to take care of
you, too.”

“You're the on who figured it out, aren't you?” Derek said.

“Guilty as charged,” Stiles replied.

“The evil presence was Kate Argent. Somehow she survived having her throat ripped out by
my uncle, and she had stalked Dean when he was a busboy. I don't know if she knew he was
with me, but either way, she was definitely stalking us through the woods, and her intent was
to kill as she had a wolfsbane laced silver knife. Sam shot her center mass 4 or 5 times-”

“With silver bullets,” Sam added.

“With silver bullets,” Derek continued, “so she is truly dead now.”

“We were coming back here to get the items needed to burn her body, if you guys want to
help with that,” Dean said.

Everyone helped grab the gasoline and salt, then grabbed armfuls of wood as they walked
back through the forest. Dean and Sam's experience with salt and burns showed, as they
didn't even hesitate in burning Kate's body. They stayed with the fire until it was completely
extinguished, no hot coals were remaining, then headed home to sleep in a puppy pile,
everyone grateful no one was hurt by Kate.

The rest of the full moon was uneventful, and then Sam had to leave to move into Stanford.
Dean had made sure he had everything he needed for his dorm room, and money to buy the
things that wouldn't fit in the Impala. As Sam stood outside their home on wheels, getting
ready to leave his brother, he said, “I'll be back for Labor day weekend, and I will come home
when you are in labor with the pups. I will call you when I get there, so you know I arrived
on campus safe and sound. I will miss you, I feel like we just reconnected.”

Dean smiled and said, “We did just reconnect. But you have my new phone number, you
know where I live and where the site for the new house is, and I won't be skipping town any
time soon. We have time, and you have a stable home to return to, now. Also, you have a
permanent home if you want it once you’re done with school.” Dean said as he pointed his
head at his current house.

Sam goldfished at Dean for a couple minutes then bear hugged Dean, his joy and love
shining through. As Sam went to let go, Dean said, “Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?” Sam asked.

“The babies just moved! Derek!” Dean yelled.

Derek came running from the house, “What is it? Is everything ok?” he asked.

“The babies just moved,” Dean said with glassy eyes as he blinked back tears. He lifted his
shirt and placed Derek's and Sam's hands on his belly and said, “Wait a minute. I am sure
they'll move again.”

Derek gave a little jump and he smiled saying, “I felt it! I felt my baby move! That was
awesome!”

Sam kept his hand on Dean's belly, and finally he felt a little movement beneath his hand. He
smiled at Dean, and Dean said, “They wanted you to feel them before you left. Good luck at
 school kiddo.”

“I'll be back in a few weeks!” Sam yelled as he drove away from the house towards Stanford.

Dean leaned against Derek and said, “My first baby is all grown up.”

“Yes he is. And his siblings wanted to say good-bye before he left for school,” Derek said as
he wrapped his arms around Dean and led him back to the house.

Dean looked at the house they had refurbished together, the life they had built together and
smiled. This was his new beginning with his husband and mate, and he was excited to see
where the road led him. He looked at Derek and grinned wolfishly. “Bet you can't catch me,”
he taunted his mate and took off running.

Derek ran after Dean, and caught him in his arms after a few minutes running through the
woods. He kissed his mate and said, “I will always chase you, I will always catch you, and I
will always choose you.”

“And I, you.” Dean said as he sealed their vows with a kiss.

Chapter End Notes

This just seemed like the perfect place to end this story. I have a lot more story to tell, so
this will probably become a series. There are so many paths I can take, and I have so, so
many ideas swirling in my head. If there is something you want to see in the next
installment, please let me know, and I will do my best to incorporate it into the storyline.
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