Sam and Dean go undercover at a couples retreat for Alphas and their Omegas to root out a monster.
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Now much to John’s dismay, all he can think of is Dean and becoming his brother’s mate.
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Sam chews the inside of his lip and looks down at the tampon in his fingers, taps the applicator between the webbing of his thumb and index. "I'll do it," he offers, hopes his voice is even and doesn't crack or tremble
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"We don't want him talking like that to you anymore do we? You deserve respect, Sam. And as your Alpha brother, Dean won't ever be able to give you that. He'll keep you from killing Lilith. How bad do you want her dead, Sam?"
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de-aging
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Dean feels Sam’s hands in places they shouldn’t be. “Not stopping, not going to deal with this anymore. I’m sick, I’m so sick, Dean.”
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Dean’s ears don’t hear the scream, but he gets the impression of one. Good. He’s going to make calamari out of these fuckers.
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Dean's been looking forward to reaching home base with Sam.
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“Make me stay,” Dean says. Sam feels every breath and word. “Make me stay, Sammy. Or I’m gone tomorrow and I’m not coming back.”
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