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mayalaenTitle: Alpha House 'Verse: Following Orders
Pairings: Benny/Sam/Sarah/Castiel/Gabriel/Nick/Kevin/Charlie/Dean and all combinations of those characters. Sarah/Charlie introduced.
Series: Alpha House Part 15
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word Count: 15,300
Alternate Links: AO3 || SPNKink-Meme Prompt || LJ Master Post
Full List of Kinks:M/M, M/F, F/F, ABO AU, power dynamics, AU, anal sex, fingerfucking, group sex, violence, blowjobs, spanking, discipline, gangbang, foodplay, masturbation, voyeurism, felching, comeplay, bondage, D/s, enemas, dub-con, rough sex, car sex, threesome, prostate massage, heat, spitroasting, coming untouched, dirty talk, facefucking, case fic, MOTW, magic, cunnilingus, rimming, DP, foursome, casual sex.
Setting: ABO AU where people live longer, but the guys are all in their early 20s to mid 30s.
Summary: This chapter - Part three of three covering the primes visit. The guys are introduced to their new housemates, Sarah and Charlie. Later Dean, Cas, and Gabe have some alone time.
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Alpha House 'Verse: Following Orders Part A
Dean woke up with his face in Gabriel's armpit, the smell of his future mate surrounding him. He moved his head back, watching Gabe sleep for a few minutes. The house was quiet, and Dean assumed that other than Bobby most likely making coffee in the kitchen, everyone was either still asleep or tiptoeing around so they didn't wake anyone else.
He lifted his head, looking over at Nick. Dean smiled, getting a kick out of seeing the man look so angelic in his sleep. He almost always looked sly, like he was plotting something evil, but when he was sleeping his face relaxed, his features softened.
Dean looked over at the sofa bed and nearly chuckled out loud. Benny had wrapped both arms and legs around Sam sometime in the night. Sam usually would wriggle out of an embrace because he moved a lot while he slept, but Benny either had a good hold on him or Sam hadn't moved much.
Sam had seen Dean crawl into bed with Cas and Gabe the night before, a look on his face that said he was thrilled for them. Dean had nearly teased Sam about the mushy look on his face, but he couldn't bring himself to wipe the adorable look off his brother's face.
Dean pulled the blanket over his head and scooted down until his face was close to Gabe's crotch. He'd never tried this when Gabe was sleeping, but Gabe slept harder than Sam or Cas, so he figured he could get away with quite a lot before Gabe woke up. Gabe was on his right side, almost lying on his back, so Dean knew he'd have a lot of room to play.
He gently cupped Gabe's cock through his sleep pants to ease him into being stimulated, just in case he was a lighter sleeper than Dean thought. He pushed his nose into Gabe's crotch, reminding himself he was scenting his mate just because the thought thrilled him.
Dean pulled the elastic waist away from Gabe's stomach and reached in, pulling the pants down enough to get Gabe's cock out. He licked the tip, a soft touch, and Gabe didn't move, so he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked a little as he started to slowly stroke the shaft with his right hand.
Gabe moved in his sleep, his legs stretching out some as he sighed, his cock starting to harden. Dean sucked harder, bobbing his head a little as Gabe's cock became hard enough that he could let go and play with Gabe's balls instead.
Dean heard a gasp from behind him, and the bed shifted, letting him know Cas was awake and had figured out what was going on. Dean grinned around Gabe's cock as he heard Cas pulling his own sleep pants down, hastily jerking himself off.
Gabe moaned, his breath catching at the end of the moan. Dean was pretty sure Gabe was awake now, so he sucked harder, bobbed faster, closing his eyes and enjoying the sound of his mates having a great time because of him.
“Dean,” Gabe whispered, a strained quality to his voice that made Dean's cock twitch. “Fuck, oh,” he said as his hips gave an aborted thrust.
“You gonna come in his mouth, Gabe?” Cas whispered, his speech slurred with arousal and the leftover fatigue of sleep.
Dean nearly came in his sleep pants. Cas was either a very quick study with the dirty talk or he hadn't had a chance to fully wake up and put on his serious business face. Dean hoped it was the latter, because while it would be awesome to have Cas picking up dirty talk this quickly, it would be even more thrilling to think that he'd be able to see more of this unguarded Cas in the future if he caught him half asleep.
“Cas, oh, fuck, k-kiss me,” Gabe whispered, and Dean felt Cas moving immediately.
The sound of his mates kissing above him had him rutting into Gabe's leg as he sucked on Gabe's cock. Dean's neck was getting sore, but he didn't give a shit. This was too fucking hot to complain about his neck.
Dean heard a muffled growl from up above as Gabe came in his mouth, and Dean sucked him through it, letting Gabe thrust against his face as he nearly mewled into Cas' mouth. As Dean was licking Gabe's cock clean, he heard Cas breathing loudly through his nose, telling Dean the two of them were still kissing.
Cas grunted, and Dean felt something hit the back of his head. It was such a surprise to have Cas come in his hair that it triggered Dean's orgasm as he fucked the crease between Gabe's calves. Dean growled into Gabe's crotch, mouthing at his cock and making Gabe flinch with the stimulation to his sensitized cock.
Dean panted for a while, coming down from his orgasm, then chuckled. “Dude,” he whispered, “you came in my hair.”
Gabe groaned and Cas growled, an aroused sound. Dean felt Cas' hands wrap around him, and he was yanked up, out of the covers to look Gabe in the face as Cas wrapped a leg around him and pushed his cock into Dean's back.
“I marked you,” Cas whispered, then bit Dean's right shoulder. “You're ours now.”
“Possessive,” Gabe said with a grin.
Dean chuckled. “I was yours already,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over Cas' right leg.
“Oh,” Kevin moaned from the other bed, “my head's all stuffed up and my ass is sore.”
“Aww,” Nick said, and Dean heard Nick moving around on the bed, probably wrapping himself around Kevin. Dean had learned Nick liked to snuggle in the mornings. “My poor little cucciolo,” Nick said, the sound muffled as if he'd said it against Kevin's skin.
“Cucciolo?” Kevin said, as if he was sounding it out, trying to think of what it meant.
Kevin knew a few languages, but Dean knew Nick was fluent in Italian, something he rarely shared with anyone, and Italian wasn't one of the languages Kevin knew.
Gabe leaned against Dean, whispering in his ear, “It means puppy.”
Dean smiled. It didn't appear that Nick was saying it in a derogatory way, but rather it was like a term of endearment.
“Maybe I should kiss your ass. Would that make it all better?” Nick asked, and though there was a teasing quality to the tone, Dean was amazed that there was also an intimacy in it.
“I don't know,” Kevin said, sounding suspicious. “I think I wanna know what cucciolo means before I, oh!” he moaned.
“What were you saying?” Nick asked, and Dean could practically hear him smiling.
Kevin gasped, and Dean could hear the rustling of clothes, so he assumed Nick was doing something fun with Kevin.
“Were you paying attention?” Nick asked.
“Huh?” Kevin asked.
“While the guys were having fun on the other bed. Were you paying attention like you're supposed to?” Nick asked.
Dean sat up, ready for a show. Gabe sat up next to him and Cas rolled over to watch. Kevin was on his back, and it was obvious Nick was jerking him off under the blanket.
“Y-yes, I paid attention,” Kevin said, his voice already strained.
“Good,” Nick drawled, leaning down and kissing Kevin's neck. “Did you learn anything?”
Kevin's eyes fluttered closed, then they suddenly opened again as Kevin let out a yelp. “Yes! Yes, I, wait, what did you ask?”
Nick chuckled, obviously having done something to Kevin to get his attention. “What did you learn while watching the three of them?” he asked patiently.
“Pop quizzes are just mean while you're playing with my dick,” Kevin moaned.
“I'll stop,” Nick said, and he pulled his hand away.
“No!” Kevin whined. “I, no, wait! I'll think of something!”
Nick leaned down again and sucked on Kevin's right earlobe, his hand moving beneath the blanket again.
Dean looked over at the sofa bed and grinned. Benny and Sam were sitting up in bed, each with a hand on the other's cock, stroking as they watched Nick and Kevin. Gabe leaned in and mouthed at Dean's neck.
“Uhm, okay, something I learned,” Kevin said, a frown on his face as he tried to think. “Oh, I learned that Dean doesn't mind jizz in his hair,” he said with a chuckle.
Nick snorted. “I suppose that is an observation, but I think you can tell me something more about Dean and why he doesn't mind the jizz in his hair. Work for it and I'll let you come.”
Kevin growled, his hands balled into fists at either side of him. Then he gasped, his hips thrusting up as Nick stroked him faster.
“You'd better hurry,” Nick warned. “It sounds like you're close to coming already, and you'd probably be pretty frustrated if I stopped you.”
“Okay, yeah, no, don't do that,” Kevin said, shaking his head. “I'll get it. Just gimme a, oh! Okay, I got it! Dean didn't mind the jizz in his hair because his mate was turned on by it. Cas was turned on by marking him while all of us watched even though Dean was under the blanket and didn't see just how much Cas liked it.”
Dean blushed, looking down at Cas, who grinned up at him, completely unashamed. Dean shook his head, smiling.
“Good boy,” Nick drawled. “You can come anytime you want to.”
“Oh, yeah,” Kevin gasped, his hips thrusting up even harder, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck,” Sam whispered, trying to keep quiet as he came all over his shirt and Benny's right hand.
Benny kept going, just the way Sam liked, until Sam whimpered, having nothing left to give, and then Benny gave him a good squeeze and shake, slapping Sam's dick down onto his own belly. Dean was surprised Benny knew just what Sam liked, but Dean knew he wasn't the only one having sex in private with other alphas in the house.
Kevin whined, writhing on the bed. “Oh, Nick, yeah!” he growled.
“Cucciolo mio,” Nick said softly, nuzzling at Kevin's neck as Kevin mewled and pulled at Nick's shoulders, his fingers digging into Nick's skin.
Kevin kissed Nick as Nick's hand slowed on his cock, and when they pulled apart, Dean was impressed by the look they shared between them. If anyone had asked him, he'd call it affection. Whatever had happened the night before, Nick and Kevin had grown a lot closer, and Dean was happy to see it.
Dean knew Nick had been hurt by what Kevin had done, especially because Kevin had manipulated Nick into doing things Dean hadn't wanted. Nick wasn't holding a grudge, and it was great to see that Kevin seemed to be trusting Nick.
Benny grunted, and Dean looked up to see Benny rutting against Sam while Sam was jerking him off, hand moving faster on Benny's cock. Benny wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, biting down on his neck as he came, hips twitching.
“If you boys are done,” Bobby said from the archway into the kitchen, making Kevin squeak, “get yourselves cleaned up. Then the two of you can help me with making breakfast,” he said, pointing at Kevin and Nick.
“Yes, sir,” Kevin said and Nick nodded.
“Kevin ain't gonna be preppin' you this morning,” Bobby said, looking at Dean, “so go ahead and skip it for the day until we have another talk later.”
Dean was surprised, and he looked over at Kevin, but Kevin seemed to know it was coming. He gave Dean a sad smile, but he didn't look devastated.
“Okay,” Dean said with a nod.
“All right, go on, git,” Bobby said, shooing them all and turning back toward the kitchen.
Dean chuckled as he threw the blanket off the three of them.
***
As much as Dean hated to admit it, even to himself, he kind of wanted to try being prepared the right way. He wondered how it would've been had he treated Kevin nicely over the whole thing.
Dean felt a twinge of guilt over it. The way the primes and Kevin had spoken of it, the whole thing sounded like such an intimate and caring act, and Dean had trampled all over it. He decided as he was dressing for the day that he wouldn't do that to Kevin again.
After a delicious breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries, and toast, everyone worked together to get the house cleaned up. The primes would be leaving later that night, so they didn't need to worry about keeping the mattresses in the living room.
Just as Dean was closing the door to the storage closet, he heard the doorbell ring. He went downstairs to see Mary and Benny inviting two women into the house.
Gabe and Cas came down the stairs behind him, Nick and Kevin came out of the kitchen, but none of the other primes were coming into the living room.
“Sarah, Charlie, it's great to see you!” Mary said, giving them each a hug. Both women smiled as Mary squeezed them in a tight embrace.
“It's great to see you too, Mary,” Sarah said with a warm smile.
Charlie looked around at the rest of them. “The gang's all here? Hey, guys!” she said with a bright smile and a little wave.
“This is Benny,” Mary said, gesturing toward Benny, who was standing closest to Sarah.
“Hello, ma'am,” Benny said, bowing his head politely.
“And then we have Sam, Cas, Gabe, Nick, Kevin, and Dean,” Mary said as she gestured toward each of them, introducing them in order of rank, as per tradition.
“I'm Sarah Blake,” she said, then turned to Charlie, “and this is my mate, Charlie Blake.”
“Hi!” Charlie said with another wave, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Dean chuckled. Charlie's enthusiasm was adorable along with her personality, the little that he'd seen so far. He turned to Sam, tilting his head subtly at Sarah and getting a kick out of the blush tinting Sam's cheeks. Dean knew his brother's taste in women, and Sarah was totally his type.
“Okay,” Mary said, still commanding the room, despite there being eight other alphas around her. “I'm going to give you some privacy to work things out. When you're done I'd like one of you to let me know. We have a lot to discuss.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Dean said, then watched as his mom went upstairs. He wondered if any of the primes would be listening in or watching.
“All right, I'll cut right to the chase,” Sarah said with confidence. “I want third rank, so if anyone has a problem with that, I'd like to know so we can work it out.”
Dean liked her already. Sam was practically drooling. Kevin's face was a little red, and his hands were clenched into fists, so Dean figured Kevin was going to put up a bit of a fight.
“I think we're all –,” Benny started, but was cut off by Kevin.
“No,” Kevin said with a growl. He stepped up to Sarah, posturing with his chest puffed out and his stance wide. “You're new to the house. You need to work your way up.”
“Kevin,” Nick said in warning, but Kevin ignored him. It wasn't really Nick's place to stop Kevin from challenging Sarah, so it really was just a warning, not a command to stop.
“Kevin Tran, from the Vancouver Alpha Prime House,” Sarah said, as if to confirm her knowledge and also to let Kevin see she knew who he was.
“Yes,” Kevin said with a nod.
“The Vancouver House is run that way, but in the US it's less formal,” she said, and Dean was impressed that Sarah could sound authoritative yet not condescending.
She was a thing of beauty, and not just because she was easy on the eyes. She was posturing without overdoing it, confident of her ability to do what she wanted, and not flinching in the face of a posturing alpha who had already been established in the house.
“If you want to challenge me, feel free to do so,” Sarah said with a nod, “otherwise I don't need to climb the ladder.”
“Then yes, I'm challenging you,” Kevin said, putting his hands on his hips. “We've already established ranks here.”
Sarah nodded, then walked into the middle of the living room. There was no way for her to know it, but it was where the dominance battle had been waged the first day the rest of them arrived. She stood on the carpet, facing Kevin with a calm that spoke of controlled power.
Dean wanted to warn Kevin, but Nick had already tried to. Kevin could see auras. He had to know she was powerful, and if Dean remembered correctly, Sarah was a level seven, while Kevin was a level six. It wasn't unheard of for warlocks and sorceresses that close in levels to be an even match when fighting, but Sarah did have the upper hand.
Kevin turned to Sarah, still standing near the rest of them, and raised his hand, palm toward Sarah. She waited for him to make the first move, her hands at her sides. Dean and the others backed up to allow them room to use their magics without worrying that they'd hurt bystanders.
Sarah nodded once to Kevin, an invitation to make the first move. Kevin tensed as a flash of purple erupted from his hand, headed toward Sarah. Before it could touch her, she raised both hands out to her sides.
A dark green haze surrounded her hands and Dean's jaw dropped. Earth magics were very powerful, as they gained that power from everything natural around them without draining natural elements, including other humans. Kevin's magics, especially considering he was level six, would be no match for Sarah's.
Earth magics were only slightly less powerful than black and white magics, and Dean knew full well that those three magics could be considered one level higher than other magics, making Sarah a level eight if it came down to strength and resources. Black and white magics were so powerful and such polar opposites of each other that anyone possessing those magics was referred to as a demon or an angel respectively.
Being younger and less experienced, Kevin didn't really stand a chance against higher-level green magics, but as Dean looked over at Kevin, he was surprised to see that Kevin didn't seem to care. The purple light coming from his hand became brighter, more focused as it wound around Sarah's legs.
Sarah didn't look panicked. She hadn't broken eye contact with Kevin even though it had to be uncomfortable, the purple winding around her ankles and calves crackling and flaring.
Kevin growled, putting his other hand out in front of him and sending out another flash of purple. Before it could even come close to her, Sarah's green haze flashed, sending two softball-sized shocks of light at Kevin. Kevin growled as they hit him in the chest, flinging him backward and onto the floor, his ass hitting hard on the tile floor of the entryway.
The tendrils around Sarah's legs went up in a poof of purple smoke, but Kevin was up on his feet quickly, his hands out in front of him again, clenched into fists. This time he closed his eyes, bowed his head, and with a deep growl, his entire body glowed purple.
Kevin launched himself across the room, hitting Sarah in the midsection and taking them both down in a tangle of limbs and light. Dean knew better than to interfere, but he tensed, ready to break it up if it got too violent. Sarah could handle herself. Dean didn't think she was a damsel in distress, but Kevin had been acting strangely, and he didn't know if Kevin might go too far.
Sarah didn't look upset as she lay back on the carpet, looking into Kevin's eyes as he straddled her waist. “I suggest you get off me,” she said calmly.
“Submit,” Kevin growled, his hands glowing brighter than the rest of his body, his hair standing on end.
Sarah cocked her head to the side, pinning Kevin with a look that sent chills down Dean's spine. “I'll submit to you if and when you're ever worthy of it,” she said calmly.
Kevin screamed, his hands going for her neck. Dean started to move, but Gabe grabbed him by the right arm, shaking his head no, so Dean stopped himself.
Before Kevin could touch Sarah's neck, the scream coming from Kevin's mouth turned to a wail of agony. He clutched at his head and fell to the side, writhing on the carpet and curling into a ball. Sarah sat up, then got to her knees.
“You're still a puppy,” Sarah said, and Dean shivered as her voice echoed throughout the house, her powers acting as a megaphone. Then Sarah's other voice echoed inside his head, something only mid to high-level warlocks and sorceresses could do, like a direct connection to the conscious mind.
Dean didn't think Kevin had the ability to project another voice inside people's heads like Sarah, and he knew she was doing it so Kevin could hear her even though he was groaning and crying.
“You have a lot to learn,” Sarah continued, “and your fellow alphas are all here for you, willing to teach you, to love you even though you've allowed yellow to tarnish your magics.”
Dean froze, his eyes wide as Kevin flipped onto his back, screaming and shaking as Sarah's green magics covered him with a fine haze, blanketing him entirely.
Gabe's fingers were digging into Dean's arm, but Dean couldn't be bothered to care. Yellow magics were sickly, infected, contagious to weaker magics, and when yellow mixed with any other magics, it was like a sickness, killing everything good about it and soon turning it black, a completely dark and evil magic.
“Pam!” Sarah yelled, her multiple voices reverberating throughout the house and their heads.
Dean looked up to see Pam already hurrying down the stairs. She must've already been headed for the living room before Sarah called her name. Pam ran into the room, falling to her knees beside Kevin. Bobby came down the stairs a bit slower, but he kneeled down next to Kevin and Pam.
“No!” Kevin screamed. “Don't touch me! Get away from me! I'm stronger than I've ever been! I can make it work! I'm stronger than the yellow!”
Bobby's hands glowed blue, though it was nowhere near as intense as Pam's red glow, and Sarah allowed them to mingle with her green magics as the three of them covered Kevin's body, the colors swirling over him, through him.
“No! I'll kill you all if you take it from me! No!” Kevin screamed.
Kevin started to convulse, gurgling and sputtering as little puffs of yellow spurted from his body and dispersed into the air. It was obvious the red magics were the strongest in the group, being a much higher level than Sarah's, but as they pushed the yellow from Kevin's body, the green was what snuffed the yellow out of existence, while Bobby's magics seemed to keep everything contained.
As he glanced down at the floor, Dean realized there was an orange haze hovering around his feet and around the feet of his fellow alphas. He recognized it as Sam's color. Sam was protecting them in case something went wrong, spreading his magics out so he could use them at a moment's notice.
Dean remembered to breathe as Kevin's purple magics started to swirl with the other colors, looking brighter than it had before. When he thought about it, he remembered that Kevin's magics had been an almost velvety purple, but now they were more transparent, like the other magics swirling around.
Dean had never used magics himself, so it was surprising to him that he had a feeling he was watching Kevin's magics heal with the help of Pam, Bobby, and Sarah's. He'd never be able to explain why, but the purple looked healthy, happy, and he'd swear it was getting cleaner the more the yellow was snuffed out of existence.
Soon the yellow wasn't coming out of Kevin anymore, and after all four colors swirled around furiously starting at Kevin's head and finishing at his feet, they dissipated. Kevin had stopped convulsing, but he looked exhausted, panting and blinking up at the ceiling, then he passed out, his body relaxing on the carpet.
Nick moved first, hurrying to Kevin's side and going to his knees. He didn't wait for permission or ask if it was safe. He just put his left hand on Kevin's chest, his right running through Kevin's hair.
“Is he okay?” Nick asked, eyes wide.
Bobby grunted, falling back onto his ass and leaning against the coffee table. He nodded, but didn't bother to speak, just panted.
Charlie was the next to move. She went to Sarah, pulling her back to the wall and propping her up against it, talking in low tones and checking her over, hands on her skin to ground her.
Pam nodded. “He'll be okay. He's gonna need a lot of rest, but the yellow's gone,” she said as she crawled over to Sarah, looking her over, but not touching her. Warlocks and sorceresses didn't like being touched after an intense session unless it was their mate.
Gabe let go of Dean's arm, and Dean could tell Gabe had switched into healer mode. He kneeled by Kevin, taking his pulse and lifting his eyelids to check his pupils. Dean flinched as someone took him by the hand, but he recognized Cas' scent and relaxed into the touch.
The primes were filling the room, checking to see that Sarah, Pam, and Bobby were okay. Ellen walked up to Sam and checked him over as well.
“Did your magics touch Kevin's?” Ellen asked Sam.
Sam shook his head. “No, ma'am. I kept them surrounding everyone over here and let Pam, Sarah, and Bobby take care of Kevin.”
“Good boy,” Ellen said, taking his pulse anyway. As gruff as she could be, she'd always had the strongest mothering instincts. It came natural, being a healer and an alpha in a house meant to take care of many people.
Nick lifted Kevin into his arms, taking him upstairs as soon as Gabe declared him merely unconscious and in no need of medical attention.
“I didn't see it,” Sam said, sounding wrecked and guilty.
“Neither did I, kid,” Pam said, shaking her head. “It wasn't until Kevin started using his magics that I felt something was wrong in the house, and even then I didn't know something was seriously wrong until I felt Sarah trying to cleanse him.”
Missouri shook her head. “I just thought the boy was miserable because of everything that had happened. His aura was dark, but I didn't see sickness.”
“It hadn't contaminated his soul yet,” Sarah said with a small smile, looking pleased that Kevin would be okay.
Charlie huffed. “I have to apologize, Sam,” she said, looking up at him.
“Why?” Sam asked.
“I boosted your magics without asking,” she said.
Sam shook his head. “It's okay. I understand why you did it, and if you would've asked, I'd have given permission.”
Dean watched as Charlie's shoulders relaxed, and she gave Sam a small smile. He hadn't realized Charlie was such a strong empath. If she was able to boost Sam's magics, having never met him before or worked intimately with him, she was impressive. Given her powers, Kevin probably could've attacked them without Pam, Bobby, or Sarah there to help and Charlie would've been able to shield them by using Sam.
Unlike Kevin, pure empaths such as Charlie didn't have magics of their own, but they had the ability to manipulate magics. They could act as an antenna of sorts, focusing and boosting magics if they were close to even very low-level warlocks or sorceresses.
Dean didn't know empaths could use another person's magics without them knowing, but apparently Sam had no clue he'd been used. It was considered an invasion of privacy to use them without asking, but Dean knew Sam well enough to know Sam truly didn't mind that she'd done it.
“Well,” Meg said, her arms up in the air as if she was amazed over what had just happened, “that changes things.”
Dean snorted. “Understatement,” he said, rolling his eyes.
Mary shook her head. “We'll have to wait until he's rested and can talk. We have no idea how long he's been under the influence of infected magics.”
“He knew what he was doing,” Bobby said with a grunt, taking his hat off and scratching his head. “He said it was making him stronger and he didn't want us to take it from him.”
Pam got to her feet, her speech a little slurred. “That doesn't mean he meant to infect himself. Once someone's been contaminated, the power can go to their head, make 'em do things they would never have done before. He could've gotten too close or tried to help someone infected. For all we know, somebody infected him purposely, knowin' he was destined for a position in an alpha house,” she said with a shrug.
Bobby pinned Pam with a look Dean had seen many times over the years. It meant 'I know damn well what I'm talkin' about.' Dean didn't know what Bobby had seen or felt from Kevin, but it seemed odd that Bobby didn't agree with Pam one bit.
Dean looked to Pam. “So the things he did to me, to all of us,” Dean said, trailing off.
Mary winced. “We need to talk to him. Until then I can't be sure if he meant to manipulate everyone or if the infected magics were taking over, altering his personality and reasoning.”
Dean nodded. “Okay. Nick isn't in any danger, is he?”
Pam shook her head. “No. The three of us completely cleansed Kevin. It took a hell of a lot out of us, but Kevin will have suffered most from it. His magics are healthier now, but it'll take time to recover.”
“Well,” Benny said, then huffed as he looked to Sarah, “take it as gratitude, respect, or anything you please, but we all owe you more than you know.” He turned to the rest of the alphas and said, “So I'd like to propose we offer her third rank if she wants it.”
“Agreed,” Sam said with a nod. “Kevin's magics hadn't even turned yet. He could've done a lot of damage had they turned black, and none of us knew anything was wrong.” Dean, Gabe, and Cas all nodded their agreement.
“I'm just happy we cleansed him,” Sarah said with a smile. “I can see you all love him, and deep inside he cares about the rest of you.” She turned to Benny. “I do appreciate the offer, and I'll take you up on it. I'd still like third rank,” she said with a nod.
“You've got it,” Benny said without hesitation, and Sam nodded.
“Just so we're clear on my motivations,” Sarah said, “the position is middle of the road. I don't want the responsibility of house alpha just as much as I don't want the responsibility of carus. Because I'm a level seven sorceress, I'm called out too often and used to help the public. I wouldn't be able to fulfill a heavy load of responsibilities.”
“Understood,” Sam said. “Thanks for the explanation. It wasn't necessary, but it's good to know.”
Missouri walked up to Dean, a concerned look on her face. “I know you don't have magics, and I'm probably just being protective of one of my pups, but I need to know you're okay. Kevin's had the most contact with you and he was very focused on you, so just let be ridiculous and see if you're okay.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, Mimi,” he said softly.
Missouri smiled at the nickname, something Dean had called her since he was very little. Amita was Latin for aunt, but Dean couldn't pronounce it when he was little, so he used Mimi instead, the second word he'd learned to say as a toddler and a name he used just for Missouri. When Sam was old enough to talk, he started calling her Mimi as well.
Missouri closed her eyes, putting her hands on either side of his neck. It was a gentle touch, but it was all she needed. Dean didn't fight her. He closed his eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.
He felt a pressure on the top of his head. It was familiar to him. She'd done it before. Within just a few seconds she was done and he opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.
“You're okay,” she said, then her smile faded. “But I caught a glimpse of something. I think Kevin was purposely infected.”
“You saw that in me?” Dean asked, alarmed by the suggestion.
“I don't know why,” she said, shaking her head, a frown on her face. “I know you didn't do it, but it has something to do with you.”
Mary walked up to the two of them. “Do you know how long he's been infected?” she said, a concerned tone to her voice as she looked Dean over carefully.
Missouri winced, shaking her head. “Not long. If I had to pinpoint it, I'd say no more than a week before he moved into the house.”
“So he was infected because he was headed for a position in an alpha house,” Mary said instead of asked.
“I can't be sure of the motivation,” Missouri said. “It could've been someone who was jealous, someone who didn't think he was right for the job, or I could be way off the mark.”
“But it has to do with me?” Dean asked with a frown.
Missouri nodded. “I didn't get any of this from Kevin. I got it from you, but I don't know why. Once he wakes up I can look inside him, but it has to mean you're involved somehow.”
“I didn't do it,” Dean said, his chest tight.
“I know, honey,” Missouri said with a smile. “I already said you didn't do it.”
“We have to wait until Kevin wakes up,” Mary said, putting a hand at Dean's lower back, a gentle touch to comfort him. “We'll know more then.”
Everyone looked around at each other, no one seeming to know what to do next. It was so unexpected, so horrible to think of what might've happened. If it had been anyone but Sarah, someone with a different skill, someone weaker, things could've ended up a lot differently.
“I want you to rest,” Gabe said. “Pam, Bobby, Sarah, Charlie, Sam, and Missouri,” he said as he looked to each of them.
“Yes,” Ellen said with a nod. “Infected magics take a toll on everyone, especially anyone sensitive to magics or ones who practice. We'll all take it easy today, look after each other.”
Meg helped Bobby up, then she turned to address everyone. “I think I should take over kitchen duty with Vic, Anna, and Jody. We're the least affected, so we'll whip up a wide variety of foods so everyone can graze throughout the day. Everyone go rest,” she said, shooing them away.
“Can I help?” Dean asked Meg. “I need to do something,” he said, not caring that he sounded desperate.
Meg smiled. “Of course you can, sweetie,” she said, holding a hand out to him.
Dean saw John in his peripheral vision over by the stairs. As Meg led him to the kitchen, he saw John talking in low tones to Mary and Missouri. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he assumed they were deciding what to do about the situation.
Even if the infection was accidental, it couldn't be ignored. There was a source out there, and they needed to find it.
***
Dean woke to the sensation of someone wrapping their arms and legs around him. He assumed it was Cas or Gabe, but as his senses woke up, he realized it was Kevin. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Kevin's hair under his chin.
He had crashed onto one of the blow-up mattresses in the living room after helping Meg and the others make some food. He didn't know who had set the mattress up again, but he didn't care. He just flopped onto it and fell asleep within seconds of resting his head on the pillow.
“Kevin?” Dean asked softly, wrapping his left arm around him.
A sob came out of Kevin, muffled by Dean's chest. Kevin snuggled into Dean, his arms and legs wrapping around Dean even tighter than before.
Dean sighed as he looked over at the other blow-up mattress, where Nick was sitting, a worried look on his face. He gave Nick a look that said 'is Kevin okay?' and Nick gave him a small nod. It looked like Kevin had crawled out of the bed after having been lying there with Nick.
Kevin's body shuddered as he took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm the tears. Dean stroked Kevin's back, then kissed the top of his head, which made Kevin whimper, then sniffle.
“I'm sorry,” Kevin said, his face shoved into Dean's chest so hard that Dean could barely understand him.
Dean pushed his nose into Kevin's hair, scenting him, and he winced, squeezing his eyes shut. He hadn't noticed it, and he felt like shit for not realizing it before now, but Kevin smelled differently. No one had noticed, most likely because it was a subtle and slow changing of Kevin's scent over the last few weeks, but Dean could definitely tell the difference in Kevin's scent now that the sickness was gone.
He let the worries go. If Kevin was fine now, if he was so apologetic, Kevin hadn't meant to do what he'd done. He allowed the touch, he allowed the small push into his mind without fighting it at all.
“It's not your fault,” Dean said into Kevin's hair.
Kevin let out a noise somewhere between a honking laugh and a sob. “Of course it's my fault.”
The push on Dean's mind backed off, tentatively staying close, but a tingle instead of a pressure. Dean knew Kevin wanted the comfort of making sure Dean was okay, and Dean was willing to let him in, but Kevin hesitated.
“Did you get involved in dark magics?” Dean asked.
“No,” Kevin whined. “Missouri says someone infected me, and that may be true, but I should've been able to stop it, do something about it. I hurt you. I hurt everybody. I, I really fucking hurt you!” he growled into Dean's shirt.
“Were you in your right mind? Did you realize what was happening?” Dean asked, remaining calm.
“That shouldn't matter,” Kevin whispered, shaking his head.
“So,” Dean drawled, “if the tatzelwurm had infected me, made me do things to all you guys, would you blame me for everything I did?”
“No. I should've known better,” Kevin said. “I was born with magics, like anybody else who has magics. If that thing had infected you, I would've seen it when I was looking you over, and I'd have asked for help to cleanse you.”
“Okay, that was a bad example,” Dean said with a sigh, squeezing Kevin in his arms. “Listen. I know yellow magics fuck with your head. I saw what it was doing to your magics earlier, and it wasn't pretty. Pam didn't even see anything was wrong until you got pissed at Sarah for not submitting. Missouri never saw it and Sam never saw it. So don't be hard on yourself.”
“I love you,” Kevin said.
Dean felt his chest get tight with emotion, felt the push in his head become stronger, a pressure. Kevin wanted in, and Dean let him, offering comfort. Kevin still hesitated, but Dean laid himself open, and Kevin surged forward, sinking in. Dean's head felt as if it would float away from his body. It didn't feel anything like when Missouri was in his head. Dean could feel the immaturity, simply because Missouri had always felt so experienced to him, but he could also feel the eagerness to make sure everything was okay, the concern, the guilt over what had happened.
“I love all of you guys,” Kevin said, “and it's killing me that I was the one to get infected, that I was the one that manipulated all of you. I know you say I wasn't in my right mind, and I wasn't, but it still happened. I don't think I can handle it if you guys don't trust me now. I know I have to earn it back, but I –,” he said, but was cut off by Dean grabbing him by the back of the neck and yanking him up so they could look at each other.
“Stop,” Dean growled. “There's no earning back our trust because the reason we didn't trust you had nothing to do with you. I can't speak for the others, but I'll tell you right now that I trust you. I wanted you to be in this house because I saw potential in you. And I'm really fucking impressed by the fact that you still managed to keep yourself under as much control as you did even with that shit inside you.”
Kevin sniffled, his eyes darting down to Dean's shirt. “Don't trust me,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why?” Dean asked, then huffed. “I have a better analogy now that my brain woke up a little more.”
Kevin rolled his eyes, then looked at Dean. “Okay,” he said, looking skeptical.
“Let's say I got cursed,” Dean said with a smirk.
Kevin snorted. “This wasn't a curse, and don't even think about comparing it to a possession, because I was still awake the whole time.”
“So what?” Dean said, shrugging. “A curse would've fucked with my head, and you know full well that higher-level demons have the ability to keep you conscious throughout a possession. It would've fucked with my head and my reasoning ability, made me do things I'd never do otherwise. Now tell me you would blame me for everything I'd done while cursed or possessed. Tell me I'd have to earn back your trust,” he said, a challenge in his tone of voice.
Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. “You weren't supposed to be all reasonable and nice about this.”
“I'm a hunter,” Dean said. “You think this is the first time something bad has happened to me because somebody around me was under the influence of the supernatural?”
Kevin's eyes widened. “Uhm, I guess I never thought about it.”
Dean smiled. “Ask Sam why we made a pact to never speak of things that happen while HUI.”
“HUI?” Kevin asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Hunting under the influence,” Dean said with a smirk.
Kevin chuckled, then looked over at the sofa bed, where Sam was sprawled over top of Benny, using him as a pillow. “Well?” Kevin asked.
“I'll only share one incident of HUI with you because you deserve some peace of mind,” Sam said, then grunted as he held a hand up, one finger waving in the air. “Fairy dust,” he said, then held up another finger, “Dean singing show tunes,” a third finger, “the fairy suggesting to me that drawing blood would stop Dean from singing show tunes,” a fourth finger went up, “said fairy handing me a knife.”
Kevin chuckled, then he giggled, then he leaned forward, shoving his face into Dean's chest and laughing. “I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be laughing. I mean he's still alive, so he couldn't have been hurt that bad, but you didn't do too much damage, did you?” he asked in between giggles.
Sam chuckled. “Thankfully the small, hesitant cut I made on his arm snapped him out of the trance she'd put him in, and he hauled off and punched me, which helped me fight off the effects of the fairy dust.”
Kevin giggled louder. “You guys are supposed to catch these things on video so we can all watch them.”
Dean snorted. “I'll try to remember that for next time.”
Kevin leaned back, looking much better than he did minutes ago. “Thank you,” Kevin said, the smile dying away as he looked Dean in the eye, letting Dean know he really meant it. “For not kicking me out after all I did, for still caring about me, and for being this awesome about the whole thing. I can't, I just, I could never thank you, I could never tell you how much I appreciate it,” he said, wiping at his eyes.
“Sure you can,” Dean said with a shrug.
“I can?” Kevin asked, his eyes widening.
Dean smirked. “You can do the same for the rest of us when, not if, we ever have a similar thing happen.”
Kevin snorted. “I can do that,” he said, nodding.
“Awesome,” Dean said with a smile.
Kevin yawned. “I think I wore myself out again crying,” he said with a sheepish look on his face.
Dean chuckled. “Well then take another nap.”
Kevin blushed. “Can I sleep here with you?” he asked softly, and it looked as if he expected rejection.
Dean smiled. “Of course you can,” he said, pulling Kevin closer with one hand while the other grabbed a spare pillow.
Kevin ignored the pillow, using Dean's right upper arm as a pillow instead. Dean's chest felt tight again, watching the trust Kevin showed by snuggling up to him and falling asleep quickly. Kevin could've been scared of revenge, but he must've believed everything Dean said.
Dean felt almost dizzy as Kevin's push into his mind relaxed and let go. It still hovered around his head, even as Kevin slept, and Dean knew it was Kevin's desire to be reassured, both that Dean was okay and that he was forgiven for all he'd done.
Cas walked into the room and flopped down next to Nick, yanking some of the covers away and forcing him to share. Nick grinned and got comfortable as Cas settled down. Gabe wandered in a minute later, looking a little less tired than Cas, but he flopped down onto the bed behind Cas, yanking more of the blanket for himself. Nick chuckled and let him have as much as he wanted.
Dean lifted his head off the pillow, careful not to disturb Kevin, and saw that Sarah and Charlie were on the other couch, not having bothered to pull out the bed. They were wrapped around each other, in a tangle of limbs that was so tight Dean had a hard time telling what body parts belonged to each woman.
It warmed Dean's heart that the two of them were that close, and it reminded Dean of his two mates, how much they meant to him, and how close they already were. Neither Gabe nor Cas had batted an eye over Dean and Kevin sleeping together, which only made Dean love them more.
Either one of them could've either insisted on being in the same bed or kicked Kevin out of the bed, but they had to know Kevin needed this, and it showed how much they cared about Kevin, how much they loved him that they let him be with Dean.
Part B
Pairings: Benny/Sam/Sarah/Castiel/Gabriel/Nick/Kevin/Charlie/Dean and all combinations of those characters. Sarah/Charlie introduced.
Series: Alpha House Part 15
Rating: NC-17/Adult
Word Count: 15,300
Alternate Links: AO3 || SPNKink-Meme Prompt || LJ Master Post
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Setting: ABO AU where people live longer, but the guys are all in their early 20s to mid 30s.
Summary: This chapter - Part three of three covering the primes visit. The guys are introduced to their new housemates, Sarah and Charlie. Later Dean, Cas, and Gabe have some alone time.
Fill for an Anonymous Prompt. Follow the link for the full prompt.
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Alpha House 'Verse: Following Orders Part A
Dean woke up with his face in Gabriel's armpit, the smell of his future mate surrounding him. He moved his head back, watching Gabe sleep for a few minutes. The house was quiet, and Dean assumed that other than Bobby most likely making coffee in the kitchen, everyone was either still asleep or tiptoeing around so they didn't wake anyone else.
He lifted his head, looking over at Nick. Dean smiled, getting a kick out of seeing the man look so angelic in his sleep. He almost always looked sly, like he was plotting something evil, but when he was sleeping his face relaxed, his features softened.
Dean looked over at the sofa bed and nearly chuckled out loud. Benny had wrapped both arms and legs around Sam sometime in the night. Sam usually would wriggle out of an embrace because he moved a lot while he slept, but Benny either had a good hold on him or Sam hadn't moved much.
Sam had seen Dean crawl into bed with Cas and Gabe the night before, a look on his face that said he was thrilled for them. Dean had nearly teased Sam about the mushy look on his face, but he couldn't bring himself to wipe the adorable look off his brother's face.
Dean pulled the blanket over his head and scooted down until his face was close to Gabe's crotch. He'd never tried this when Gabe was sleeping, but Gabe slept harder than Sam or Cas, so he figured he could get away with quite a lot before Gabe woke up. Gabe was on his right side, almost lying on his back, so Dean knew he'd have a lot of room to play.
He gently cupped Gabe's cock through his sleep pants to ease him into being stimulated, just in case he was a lighter sleeper than Dean thought. He pushed his nose into Gabe's crotch, reminding himself he was scenting his mate just because the thought thrilled him.
Dean pulled the elastic waist away from Gabe's stomach and reached in, pulling the pants down enough to get Gabe's cock out. He licked the tip, a soft touch, and Gabe didn't move, so he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked a little as he started to slowly stroke the shaft with his right hand.
Gabe moved in his sleep, his legs stretching out some as he sighed, his cock starting to harden. Dean sucked harder, bobbing his head a little as Gabe's cock became hard enough that he could let go and play with Gabe's balls instead.
Dean heard a gasp from behind him, and the bed shifted, letting him know Cas was awake and had figured out what was going on. Dean grinned around Gabe's cock as he heard Cas pulling his own sleep pants down, hastily jerking himself off.
Gabe moaned, his breath catching at the end of the moan. Dean was pretty sure Gabe was awake now, so he sucked harder, bobbed faster, closing his eyes and enjoying the sound of his mates having a great time because of him.
“Dean,” Gabe whispered, a strained quality to his voice that made Dean's cock twitch. “Fuck, oh,” he said as his hips gave an aborted thrust.
“You gonna come in his mouth, Gabe?” Cas whispered, his speech slurred with arousal and the leftover fatigue of sleep.
Dean nearly came in his sleep pants. Cas was either a very quick study with the dirty talk or he hadn't had a chance to fully wake up and put on his serious business face. Dean hoped it was the latter, because while it would be awesome to have Cas picking up dirty talk this quickly, it would be even more thrilling to think that he'd be able to see more of this unguarded Cas in the future if he caught him half asleep.
“Cas, oh, fuck, k-kiss me,” Gabe whispered, and Dean felt Cas moving immediately.
The sound of his mates kissing above him had him rutting into Gabe's leg as he sucked on Gabe's cock. Dean's neck was getting sore, but he didn't give a shit. This was too fucking hot to complain about his neck.
Dean heard a muffled growl from up above as Gabe came in his mouth, and Dean sucked him through it, letting Gabe thrust against his face as he nearly mewled into Cas' mouth. As Dean was licking Gabe's cock clean, he heard Cas breathing loudly through his nose, telling Dean the two of them were still kissing.
Cas grunted, and Dean felt something hit the back of his head. It was such a surprise to have Cas come in his hair that it triggered Dean's orgasm as he fucked the crease between Gabe's calves. Dean growled into Gabe's crotch, mouthing at his cock and making Gabe flinch with the stimulation to his sensitized cock.
Dean panted for a while, coming down from his orgasm, then chuckled. “Dude,” he whispered, “you came in my hair.”
Gabe groaned and Cas growled, an aroused sound. Dean felt Cas' hands wrap around him, and he was yanked up, out of the covers to look Gabe in the face as Cas wrapped a leg around him and pushed his cock into Dean's back.
“I marked you,” Cas whispered, then bit Dean's right shoulder. “You're ours now.”
“Possessive,” Gabe said with a grin.
Dean chuckled. “I was yours already,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over Cas' right leg.
“Oh,” Kevin moaned from the other bed, “my head's all stuffed up and my ass is sore.”
“Aww,” Nick said, and Dean heard Nick moving around on the bed, probably wrapping himself around Kevin. Dean had learned Nick liked to snuggle in the mornings. “My poor little cucciolo,” Nick said, the sound muffled as if he'd said it against Kevin's skin.
“Cucciolo?” Kevin said, as if he was sounding it out, trying to think of what it meant.
Kevin knew a few languages, but Dean knew Nick was fluent in Italian, something he rarely shared with anyone, and Italian wasn't one of the languages Kevin knew.
Gabe leaned against Dean, whispering in his ear, “It means puppy.”
Dean smiled. It didn't appear that Nick was saying it in a derogatory way, but rather it was like a term of endearment.
“Maybe I should kiss your ass. Would that make it all better?” Nick asked, and though there was a teasing quality to the tone, Dean was amazed that there was also an intimacy in it.
“I don't know,” Kevin said, sounding suspicious. “I think I wanna know what cucciolo means before I, oh!” he moaned.
“What were you saying?” Nick asked, and Dean could practically hear him smiling.
Kevin gasped, and Dean could hear the rustling of clothes, so he assumed Nick was doing something fun with Kevin.
“Were you paying attention?” Nick asked.
“Huh?” Kevin asked.
“While the guys were having fun on the other bed. Were you paying attention like you're supposed to?” Nick asked.
Dean sat up, ready for a show. Gabe sat up next to him and Cas rolled over to watch. Kevin was on his back, and it was obvious Nick was jerking him off under the blanket.
“Y-yes, I paid attention,” Kevin said, his voice already strained.
“Good,” Nick drawled, leaning down and kissing Kevin's neck. “Did you learn anything?”
Kevin's eyes fluttered closed, then they suddenly opened again as Kevin let out a yelp. “Yes! Yes, I, wait, what did you ask?”
Nick chuckled, obviously having done something to Kevin to get his attention. “What did you learn while watching the three of them?” he asked patiently.
“Pop quizzes are just mean while you're playing with my dick,” Kevin moaned.
“I'll stop,” Nick said, and he pulled his hand away.
“No!” Kevin whined. “I, no, wait! I'll think of something!”
Nick leaned down again and sucked on Kevin's right earlobe, his hand moving beneath the blanket again.
Dean looked over at the sofa bed and grinned. Benny and Sam were sitting up in bed, each with a hand on the other's cock, stroking as they watched Nick and Kevin. Gabe leaned in and mouthed at Dean's neck.
“Uhm, okay, something I learned,” Kevin said, a frown on his face as he tried to think. “Oh, I learned that Dean doesn't mind jizz in his hair,” he said with a chuckle.
Nick snorted. “I suppose that is an observation, but I think you can tell me something more about Dean and why he doesn't mind the jizz in his hair. Work for it and I'll let you come.”
Kevin growled, his hands balled into fists at either side of him. Then he gasped, his hips thrusting up as Nick stroked him faster.
“You'd better hurry,” Nick warned. “It sounds like you're close to coming already, and you'd probably be pretty frustrated if I stopped you.”
“Okay, yeah, no, don't do that,” Kevin said, shaking his head. “I'll get it. Just gimme a, oh! Okay, I got it! Dean didn't mind the jizz in his hair because his mate was turned on by it. Cas was turned on by marking him while all of us watched even though Dean was under the blanket and didn't see just how much Cas liked it.”
Dean blushed, looking down at Cas, who grinned up at him, completely unashamed. Dean shook his head, smiling.
“Good boy,” Nick drawled. “You can come anytime you want to.”
“Oh, yeah,” Kevin gasped, his hips thrusting up even harder, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck,” Sam whispered, trying to keep quiet as he came all over his shirt and Benny's right hand.
Benny kept going, just the way Sam liked, until Sam whimpered, having nothing left to give, and then Benny gave him a good squeeze and shake, slapping Sam's dick down onto his own belly. Dean was surprised Benny knew just what Sam liked, but Dean knew he wasn't the only one having sex in private with other alphas in the house.
Kevin whined, writhing on the bed. “Oh, Nick, yeah!” he growled.
“Cucciolo mio,” Nick said softly, nuzzling at Kevin's neck as Kevin mewled and pulled at Nick's shoulders, his fingers digging into Nick's skin.
Kevin kissed Nick as Nick's hand slowed on his cock, and when they pulled apart, Dean was impressed by the look they shared between them. If anyone had asked him, he'd call it affection. Whatever had happened the night before, Nick and Kevin had grown a lot closer, and Dean was happy to see it.
Dean knew Nick had been hurt by what Kevin had done, especially because Kevin had manipulated Nick into doing things Dean hadn't wanted. Nick wasn't holding a grudge, and it was great to see that Kevin seemed to be trusting Nick.
Benny grunted, and Dean looked up to see Benny rutting against Sam while Sam was jerking him off, hand moving faster on Benny's cock. Benny wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, biting down on his neck as he came, hips twitching.
“If you boys are done,” Bobby said from the archway into the kitchen, making Kevin squeak, “get yourselves cleaned up. Then the two of you can help me with making breakfast,” he said, pointing at Kevin and Nick.
“Yes, sir,” Kevin said and Nick nodded.
“Kevin ain't gonna be preppin' you this morning,” Bobby said, looking at Dean, “so go ahead and skip it for the day until we have another talk later.”
Dean was surprised, and he looked over at Kevin, but Kevin seemed to know it was coming. He gave Dean a sad smile, but he didn't look devastated.
“Okay,” Dean said with a nod.
“All right, go on, git,” Bobby said, shooing them all and turning back toward the kitchen.
Dean chuckled as he threw the blanket off the three of them.
***
As much as Dean hated to admit it, even to himself, he kind of wanted to try being prepared the right way. He wondered how it would've been had he treated Kevin nicely over the whole thing.
Dean felt a twinge of guilt over it. The way the primes and Kevin had spoken of it, the whole thing sounded like such an intimate and caring act, and Dean had trampled all over it. He decided as he was dressing for the day that he wouldn't do that to Kevin again.
After a delicious breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries, and toast, everyone worked together to get the house cleaned up. The primes would be leaving later that night, so they didn't need to worry about keeping the mattresses in the living room.
Just as Dean was closing the door to the storage closet, he heard the doorbell ring. He went downstairs to see Mary and Benny inviting two women into the house.
Gabe and Cas came down the stairs behind him, Nick and Kevin came out of the kitchen, but none of the other primes were coming into the living room.
“Sarah, Charlie, it's great to see you!” Mary said, giving them each a hug. Both women smiled as Mary squeezed them in a tight embrace.
“It's great to see you too, Mary,” Sarah said with a warm smile.
Charlie looked around at the rest of them. “The gang's all here? Hey, guys!” she said with a bright smile and a little wave.
“This is Benny,” Mary said, gesturing toward Benny, who was standing closest to Sarah.
“Hello, ma'am,” Benny said, bowing his head politely.
“And then we have Sam, Cas, Gabe, Nick, Kevin, and Dean,” Mary said as she gestured toward each of them, introducing them in order of rank, as per tradition.
“I'm Sarah Blake,” she said, then turned to Charlie, “and this is my mate, Charlie Blake.”
“Hi!” Charlie said with another wave, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Dean chuckled. Charlie's enthusiasm was adorable along with her personality, the little that he'd seen so far. He turned to Sam, tilting his head subtly at Sarah and getting a kick out of the blush tinting Sam's cheeks. Dean knew his brother's taste in women, and Sarah was totally his type.
“Okay,” Mary said, still commanding the room, despite there being eight other alphas around her. “I'm going to give you some privacy to work things out. When you're done I'd like one of you to let me know. We have a lot to discuss.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Dean said, then watched as his mom went upstairs. He wondered if any of the primes would be listening in or watching.
“All right, I'll cut right to the chase,” Sarah said with confidence. “I want third rank, so if anyone has a problem with that, I'd like to know so we can work it out.”
Dean liked her already. Sam was practically drooling. Kevin's face was a little red, and his hands were clenched into fists, so Dean figured Kevin was going to put up a bit of a fight.
“I think we're all –,” Benny started, but was cut off by Kevin.
“No,” Kevin said with a growl. He stepped up to Sarah, posturing with his chest puffed out and his stance wide. “You're new to the house. You need to work your way up.”
“Kevin,” Nick said in warning, but Kevin ignored him. It wasn't really Nick's place to stop Kevin from challenging Sarah, so it really was just a warning, not a command to stop.
“Kevin Tran, from the Vancouver Alpha Prime House,” Sarah said, as if to confirm her knowledge and also to let Kevin see she knew who he was.
“Yes,” Kevin said with a nod.
“The Vancouver House is run that way, but in the US it's less formal,” she said, and Dean was impressed that Sarah could sound authoritative yet not condescending.
She was a thing of beauty, and not just because she was easy on the eyes. She was posturing without overdoing it, confident of her ability to do what she wanted, and not flinching in the face of a posturing alpha who had already been established in the house.
“If you want to challenge me, feel free to do so,” Sarah said with a nod, “otherwise I don't need to climb the ladder.”
“Then yes, I'm challenging you,” Kevin said, putting his hands on his hips. “We've already established ranks here.”
Sarah nodded, then walked into the middle of the living room. There was no way for her to know it, but it was where the dominance battle had been waged the first day the rest of them arrived. She stood on the carpet, facing Kevin with a calm that spoke of controlled power.
Dean wanted to warn Kevin, but Nick had already tried to. Kevin could see auras. He had to know she was powerful, and if Dean remembered correctly, Sarah was a level seven, while Kevin was a level six. It wasn't unheard of for warlocks and sorceresses that close in levels to be an even match when fighting, but Sarah did have the upper hand.
Kevin turned to Sarah, still standing near the rest of them, and raised his hand, palm toward Sarah. She waited for him to make the first move, her hands at her sides. Dean and the others backed up to allow them room to use their magics without worrying that they'd hurt bystanders.
Sarah nodded once to Kevin, an invitation to make the first move. Kevin tensed as a flash of purple erupted from his hand, headed toward Sarah. Before it could touch her, she raised both hands out to her sides.
A dark green haze surrounded her hands and Dean's jaw dropped. Earth magics were very powerful, as they gained that power from everything natural around them without draining natural elements, including other humans. Kevin's magics, especially considering he was level six, would be no match for Sarah's.
Earth magics were only slightly less powerful than black and white magics, and Dean knew full well that those three magics could be considered one level higher than other magics, making Sarah a level eight if it came down to strength and resources. Black and white magics were so powerful and such polar opposites of each other that anyone possessing those magics was referred to as a demon or an angel respectively.
Being younger and less experienced, Kevin didn't really stand a chance against higher-level green magics, but as Dean looked over at Kevin, he was surprised to see that Kevin didn't seem to care. The purple light coming from his hand became brighter, more focused as it wound around Sarah's legs.
Sarah didn't look panicked. She hadn't broken eye contact with Kevin even though it had to be uncomfortable, the purple winding around her ankles and calves crackling and flaring.
Kevin growled, putting his other hand out in front of him and sending out another flash of purple. Before it could even come close to her, Sarah's green haze flashed, sending two softball-sized shocks of light at Kevin. Kevin growled as they hit him in the chest, flinging him backward and onto the floor, his ass hitting hard on the tile floor of the entryway.
The tendrils around Sarah's legs went up in a poof of purple smoke, but Kevin was up on his feet quickly, his hands out in front of him again, clenched into fists. This time he closed his eyes, bowed his head, and with a deep growl, his entire body glowed purple.
Kevin launched himself across the room, hitting Sarah in the midsection and taking them both down in a tangle of limbs and light. Dean knew better than to interfere, but he tensed, ready to break it up if it got too violent. Sarah could handle herself. Dean didn't think she was a damsel in distress, but Kevin had been acting strangely, and he didn't know if Kevin might go too far.
Sarah didn't look upset as she lay back on the carpet, looking into Kevin's eyes as he straddled her waist. “I suggest you get off me,” she said calmly.
“Submit,” Kevin growled, his hands glowing brighter than the rest of his body, his hair standing on end.
Sarah cocked her head to the side, pinning Kevin with a look that sent chills down Dean's spine. “I'll submit to you if and when you're ever worthy of it,” she said calmly.
Kevin screamed, his hands going for her neck. Dean started to move, but Gabe grabbed him by the right arm, shaking his head no, so Dean stopped himself.
Before Kevin could touch Sarah's neck, the scream coming from Kevin's mouth turned to a wail of agony. He clutched at his head and fell to the side, writhing on the carpet and curling into a ball. Sarah sat up, then got to her knees.
“You're still a puppy,” Sarah said, and Dean shivered as her voice echoed throughout the house, her powers acting as a megaphone. Then Sarah's other voice echoed inside his head, something only mid to high-level warlocks and sorceresses could do, like a direct connection to the conscious mind.
Dean didn't think Kevin had the ability to project another voice inside people's heads like Sarah, and he knew she was doing it so Kevin could hear her even though he was groaning and crying.
“You have a lot to learn,” Sarah continued, “and your fellow alphas are all here for you, willing to teach you, to love you even though you've allowed yellow to tarnish your magics.”
Dean froze, his eyes wide as Kevin flipped onto his back, screaming and shaking as Sarah's green magics covered him with a fine haze, blanketing him entirely.
Gabe's fingers were digging into Dean's arm, but Dean couldn't be bothered to care. Yellow magics were sickly, infected, contagious to weaker magics, and when yellow mixed with any other magics, it was like a sickness, killing everything good about it and soon turning it black, a completely dark and evil magic.
“Pam!” Sarah yelled, her multiple voices reverberating throughout the house and their heads.
Dean looked up to see Pam already hurrying down the stairs. She must've already been headed for the living room before Sarah called her name. Pam ran into the room, falling to her knees beside Kevin. Bobby came down the stairs a bit slower, but he kneeled down next to Kevin and Pam.
“No!” Kevin screamed. “Don't touch me! Get away from me! I'm stronger than I've ever been! I can make it work! I'm stronger than the yellow!”
Bobby's hands glowed blue, though it was nowhere near as intense as Pam's red glow, and Sarah allowed them to mingle with her green magics as the three of them covered Kevin's body, the colors swirling over him, through him.
“No! I'll kill you all if you take it from me! No!” Kevin screamed.
Kevin started to convulse, gurgling and sputtering as little puffs of yellow spurted from his body and dispersed into the air. It was obvious the red magics were the strongest in the group, being a much higher level than Sarah's, but as they pushed the yellow from Kevin's body, the green was what snuffed the yellow out of existence, while Bobby's magics seemed to keep everything contained.
As he glanced down at the floor, Dean realized there was an orange haze hovering around his feet and around the feet of his fellow alphas. He recognized it as Sam's color. Sam was protecting them in case something went wrong, spreading his magics out so he could use them at a moment's notice.
Dean remembered to breathe as Kevin's purple magics started to swirl with the other colors, looking brighter than it had before. When he thought about it, he remembered that Kevin's magics had been an almost velvety purple, but now they were more transparent, like the other magics swirling around.
Dean had never used magics himself, so it was surprising to him that he had a feeling he was watching Kevin's magics heal with the help of Pam, Bobby, and Sarah's. He'd never be able to explain why, but the purple looked healthy, happy, and he'd swear it was getting cleaner the more the yellow was snuffed out of existence.
Soon the yellow wasn't coming out of Kevin anymore, and after all four colors swirled around furiously starting at Kevin's head and finishing at his feet, they dissipated. Kevin had stopped convulsing, but he looked exhausted, panting and blinking up at the ceiling, then he passed out, his body relaxing on the carpet.
Nick moved first, hurrying to Kevin's side and going to his knees. He didn't wait for permission or ask if it was safe. He just put his left hand on Kevin's chest, his right running through Kevin's hair.
“Is he okay?” Nick asked, eyes wide.
Bobby grunted, falling back onto his ass and leaning against the coffee table. He nodded, but didn't bother to speak, just panted.
Charlie was the next to move. She went to Sarah, pulling her back to the wall and propping her up against it, talking in low tones and checking her over, hands on her skin to ground her.
Pam nodded. “He'll be okay. He's gonna need a lot of rest, but the yellow's gone,” she said as she crawled over to Sarah, looking her over, but not touching her. Warlocks and sorceresses didn't like being touched after an intense session unless it was their mate.
Gabe let go of Dean's arm, and Dean could tell Gabe had switched into healer mode. He kneeled by Kevin, taking his pulse and lifting his eyelids to check his pupils. Dean flinched as someone took him by the hand, but he recognized Cas' scent and relaxed into the touch.
The primes were filling the room, checking to see that Sarah, Pam, and Bobby were okay. Ellen walked up to Sam and checked him over as well.
“Did your magics touch Kevin's?” Ellen asked Sam.
Sam shook his head. “No, ma'am. I kept them surrounding everyone over here and let Pam, Sarah, and Bobby take care of Kevin.”
“Good boy,” Ellen said, taking his pulse anyway. As gruff as she could be, she'd always had the strongest mothering instincts. It came natural, being a healer and an alpha in a house meant to take care of many people.
Nick lifted Kevin into his arms, taking him upstairs as soon as Gabe declared him merely unconscious and in no need of medical attention.
“I didn't see it,” Sam said, sounding wrecked and guilty.
“Neither did I, kid,” Pam said, shaking her head. “It wasn't until Kevin started using his magics that I felt something was wrong in the house, and even then I didn't know something was seriously wrong until I felt Sarah trying to cleanse him.”
Missouri shook her head. “I just thought the boy was miserable because of everything that had happened. His aura was dark, but I didn't see sickness.”
“It hadn't contaminated his soul yet,” Sarah said with a small smile, looking pleased that Kevin would be okay.
Charlie huffed. “I have to apologize, Sam,” she said, looking up at him.
“Why?” Sam asked.
“I boosted your magics without asking,” she said.
Sam shook his head. “It's okay. I understand why you did it, and if you would've asked, I'd have given permission.”
Dean watched as Charlie's shoulders relaxed, and she gave Sam a small smile. He hadn't realized Charlie was such a strong empath. If she was able to boost Sam's magics, having never met him before or worked intimately with him, she was impressive. Given her powers, Kevin probably could've attacked them without Pam, Bobby, or Sarah there to help and Charlie would've been able to shield them by using Sam.
Unlike Kevin, pure empaths such as Charlie didn't have magics of their own, but they had the ability to manipulate magics. They could act as an antenna of sorts, focusing and boosting magics if they were close to even very low-level warlocks or sorceresses.
Dean didn't know empaths could use another person's magics without them knowing, but apparently Sam had no clue he'd been used. It was considered an invasion of privacy to use them without asking, but Dean knew Sam well enough to know Sam truly didn't mind that she'd done it.
“Well,” Meg said, her arms up in the air as if she was amazed over what had just happened, “that changes things.”
Dean snorted. “Understatement,” he said, rolling his eyes.
Mary shook her head. “We'll have to wait until he's rested and can talk. We have no idea how long he's been under the influence of infected magics.”
“He knew what he was doing,” Bobby said with a grunt, taking his hat off and scratching his head. “He said it was making him stronger and he didn't want us to take it from him.”
Pam got to her feet, her speech a little slurred. “That doesn't mean he meant to infect himself. Once someone's been contaminated, the power can go to their head, make 'em do things they would never have done before. He could've gotten too close or tried to help someone infected. For all we know, somebody infected him purposely, knowin' he was destined for a position in an alpha house,” she said with a shrug.
Bobby pinned Pam with a look Dean had seen many times over the years. It meant 'I know damn well what I'm talkin' about.' Dean didn't know what Bobby had seen or felt from Kevin, but it seemed odd that Bobby didn't agree with Pam one bit.
Dean looked to Pam. “So the things he did to me, to all of us,” Dean said, trailing off.
Mary winced. “We need to talk to him. Until then I can't be sure if he meant to manipulate everyone or if the infected magics were taking over, altering his personality and reasoning.”
Dean nodded. “Okay. Nick isn't in any danger, is he?”
Pam shook her head. “No. The three of us completely cleansed Kevin. It took a hell of a lot out of us, but Kevin will have suffered most from it. His magics are healthier now, but it'll take time to recover.”
“Well,” Benny said, then huffed as he looked to Sarah, “take it as gratitude, respect, or anything you please, but we all owe you more than you know.” He turned to the rest of the alphas and said, “So I'd like to propose we offer her third rank if she wants it.”
“Agreed,” Sam said with a nod. “Kevin's magics hadn't even turned yet. He could've done a lot of damage had they turned black, and none of us knew anything was wrong.” Dean, Gabe, and Cas all nodded their agreement.
“I'm just happy we cleansed him,” Sarah said with a smile. “I can see you all love him, and deep inside he cares about the rest of you.” She turned to Benny. “I do appreciate the offer, and I'll take you up on it. I'd still like third rank,” she said with a nod.
“You've got it,” Benny said without hesitation, and Sam nodded.
“Just so we're clear on my motivations,” Sarah said, “the position is middle of the road. I don't want the responsibility of house alpha just as much as I don't want the responsibility of carus. Because I'm a level seven sorceress, I'm called out too often and used to help the public. I wouldn't be able to fulfill a heavy load of responsibilities.”
“Understood,” Sam said. “Thanks for the explanation. It wasn't necessary, but it's good to know.”
Missouri walked up to Dean, a concerned look on her face. “I know you don't have magics, and I'm probably just being protective of one of my pups, but I need to know you're okay. Kevin's had the most contact with you and he was very focused on you, so just let be ridiculous and see if you're okay.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, Mimi,” he said softly.
Missouri smiled at the nickname, something Dean had called her since he was very little. Amita was Latin for aunt, but Dean couldn't pronounce it when he was little, so he used Mimi instead, the second word he'd learned to say as a toddler and a name he used just for Missouri. When Sam was old enough to talk, he started calling her Mimi as well.
Missouri closed her eyes, putting her hands on either side of his neck. It was a gentle touch, but it was all she needed. Dean didn't fight her. He closed his eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.
He felt a pressure on the top of his head. It was familiar to him. She'd done it before. Within just a few seconds she was done and he opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.
“You're okay,” she said, then her smile faded. “But I caught a glimpse of something. I think Kevin was purposely infected.”
“You saw that in me?” Dean asked, alarmed by the suggestion.
“I don't know why,” she said, shaking her head, a frown on her face. “I know you didn't do it, but it has something to do with you.”
Mary walked up to the two of them. “Do you know how long he's been infected?” she said, a concerned tone to her voice as she looked Dean over carefully.
Missouri winced, shaking her head. “Not long. If I had to pinpoint it, I'd say no more than a week before he moved into the house.”
“So he was infected because he was headed for a position in an alpha house,” Mary said instead of asked.
“I can't be sure of the motivation,” Missouri said. “It could've been someone who was jealous, someone who didn't think he was right for the job, or I could be way off the mark.”
“But it has to do with me?” Dean asked with a frown.
Missouri nodded. “I didn't get any of this from Kevin. I got it from you, but I don't know why. Once he wakes up I can look inside him, but it has to mean you're involved somehow.”
“I didn't do it,” Dean said, his chest tight.
“I know, honey,” Missouri said with a smile. “I already said you didn't do it.”
“We have to wait until Kevin wakes up,” Mary said, putting a hand at Dean's lower back, a gentle touch to comfort him. “We'll know more then.”
Everyone looked around at each other, no one seeming to know what to do next. It was so unexpected, so horrible to think of what might've happened. If it had been anyone but Sarah, someone with a different skill, someone weaker, things could've ended up a lot differently.
“I want you to rest,” Gabe said. “Pam, Bobby, Sarah, Charlie, Sam, and Missouri,” he said as he looked to each of them.
“Yes,” Ellen said with a nod. “Infected magics take a toll on everyone, especially anyone sensitive to magics or ones who practice. We'll all take it easy today, look after each other.”
Meg helped Bobby up, then she turned to address everyone. “I think I should take over kitchen duty with Vic, Anna, and Jody. We're the least affected, so we'll whip up a wide variety of foods so everyone can graze throughout the day. Everyone go rest,” she said, shooing them away.
“Can I help?” Dean asked Meg. “I need to do something,” he said, not caring that he sounded desperate.
Meg smiled. “Of course you can, sweetie,” she said, holding a hand out to him.
Dean saw John in his peripheral vision over by the stairs. As Meg led him to the kitchen, he saw John talking in low tones to Mary and Missouri. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he assumed they were deciding what to do about the situation.
Even if the infection was accidental, it couldn't be ignored. There was a source out there, and they needed to find it.
***
Dean woke to the sensation of someone wrapping their arms and legs around him. He assumed it was Cas or Gabe, but as his senses woke up, he realized it was Kevin. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Kevin's hair under his chin.
He had crashed onto one of the blow-up mattresses in the living room after helping Meg and the others make some food. He didn't know who had set the mattress up again, but he didn't care. He just flopped onto it and fell asleep within seconds of resting his head on the pillow.
“Kevin?” Dean asked softly, wrapping his left arm around him.
A sob came out of Kevin, muffled by Dean's chest. Kevin snuggled into Dean, his arms and legs wrapping around Dean even tighter than before.
Dean sighed as he looked over at the other blow-up mattress, where Nick was sitting, a worried look on his face. He gave Nick a look that said 'is Kevin okay?' and Nick gave him a small nod. It looked like Kevin had crawled out of the bed after having been lying there with Nick.
Kevin's body shuddered as he took a deep breath, obviously trying to calm the tears. Dean stroked Kevin's back, then kissed the top of his head, which made Kevin whimper, then sniffle.
“I'm sorry,” Kevin said, his face shoved into Dean's chest so hard that Dean could barely understand him.
Dean pushed his nose into Kevin's hair, scenting him, and he winced, squeezing his eyes shut. He hadn't noticed it, and he felt like shit for not realizing it before now, but Kevin smelled differently. No one had noticed, most likely because it was a subtle and slow changing of Kevin's scent over the last few weeks, but Dean could definitely tell the difference in Kevin's scent now that the sickness was gone.
He let the worries go. If Kevin was fine now, if he was so apologetic, Kevin hadn't meant to do what he'd done. He allowed the touch, he allowed the small push into his mind without fighting it at all.
“It's not your fault,” Dean said into Kevin's hair.
Kevin let out a noise somewhere between a honking laugh and a sob. “Of course it's my fault.”
The push on Dean's mind backed off, tentatively staying close, but a tingle instead of a pressure. Dean knew Kevin wanted the comfort of making sure Dean was okay, and Dean was willing to let him in, but Kevin hesitated.
“Did you get involved in dark magics?” Dean asked.
“No,” Kevin whined. “Missouri says someone infected me, and that may be true, but I should've been able to stop it, do something about it. I hurt you. I hurt everybody. I, I really fucking hurt you!” he growled into Dean's shirt.
“Were you in your right mind? Did you realize what was happening?” Dean asked, remaining calm.
“That shouldn't matter,” Kevin whispered, shaking his head.
“So,” Dean drawled, “if the tatzelwurm had infected me, made me do things to all you guys, would you blame me for everything I did?”
“No. I should've known better,” Kevin said. “I was born with magics, like anybody else who has magics. If that thing had infected you, I would've seen it when I was looking you over, and I'd have asked for help to cleanse you.”
“Okay, that was a bad example,” Dean said with a sigh, squeezing Kevin in his arms. “Listen. I know yellow magics fuck with your head. I saw what it was doing to your magics earlier, and it wasn't pretty. Pam didn't even see anything was wrong until you got pissed at Sarah for not submitting. Missouri never saw it and Sam never saw it. So don't be hard on yourself.”
“I love you,” Kevin said.
Dean felt his chest get tight with emotion, felt the push in his head become stronger, a pressure. Kevin wanted in, and Dean let him, offering comfort. Kevin still hesitated, but Dean laid himself open, and Kevin surged forward, sinking in. Dean's head felt as if it would float away from his body. It didn't feel anything like when Missouri was in his head. Dean could feel the immaturity, simply because Missouri had always felt so experienced to him, but he could also feel the eagerness to make sure everything was okay, the concern, the guilt over what had happened.
“I love all of you guys,” Kevin said, “and it's killing me that I was the one to get infected, that I was the one that manipulated all of you. I know you say I wasn't in my right mind, and I wasn't, but it still happened. I don't think I can handle it if you guys don't trust me now. I know I have to earn it back, but I –,” he said, but was cut off by Dean grabbing him by the back of the neck and yanking him up so they could look at each other.
“Stop,” Dean growled. “There's no earning back our trust because the reason we didn't trust you had nothing to do with you. I can't speak for the others, but I'll tell you right now that I trust you. I wanted you to be in this house because I saw potential in you. And I'm really fucking impressed by the fact that you still managed to keep yourself under as much control as you did even with that shit inside you.”
Kevin sniffled, his eyes darting down to Dean's shirt. “Don't trust me,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why?” Dean asked, then huffed. “I have a better analogy now that my brain woke up a little more.”
Kevin rolled his eyes, then looked at Dean. “Okay,” he said, looking skeptical.
“Let's say I got cursed,” Dean said with a smirk.
Kevin snorted. “This wasn't a curse, and don't even think about comparing it to a possession, because I was still awake the whole time.”
“So what?” Dean said, shrugging. “A curse would've fucked with my head, and you know full well that higher-level demons have the ability to keep you conscious throughout a possession. It would've fucked with my head and my reasoning ability, made me do things I'd never do otherwise. Now tell me you would blame me for everything I'd done while cursed or possessed. Tell me I'd have to earn back your trust,” he said, a challenge in his tone of voice.
Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. “You weren't supposed to be all reasonable and nice about this.”
“I'm a hunter,” Dean said. “You think this is the first time something bad has happened to me because somebody around me was under the influence of the supernatural?”
Kevin's eyes widened. “Uhm, I guess I never thought about it.”
Dean smiled. “Ask Sam why we made a pact to never speak of things that happen while HUI.”
“HUI?” Kevin asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Hunting under the influence,” Dean said with a smirk.
Kevin chuckled, then looked over at the sofa bed, where Sam was sprawled over top of Benny, using him as a pillow. “Well?” Kevin asked.
“I'll only share one incident of HUI with you because you deserve some peace of mind,” Sam said, then grunted as he held a hand up, one finger waving in the air. “Fairy dust,” he said, then held up another finger, “Dean singing show tunes,” a third finger, “the fairy suggesting to me that drawing blood would stop Dean from singing show tunes,” a fourth finger went up, “said fairy handing me a knife.”
Kevin chuckled, then he giggled, then he leaned forward, shoving his face into Dean's chest and laughing. “I'm sorry. I really shouldn't be laughing. I mean he's still alive, so he couldn't have been hurt that bad, but you didn't do too much damage, did you?” he asked in between giggles.
Sam chuckled. “Thankfully the small, hesitant cut I made on his arm snapped him out of the trance she'd put him in, and he hauled off and punched me, which helped me fight off the effects of the fairy dust.”
Kevin giggled louder. “You guys are supposed to catch these things on video so we can all watch them.”
Dean snorted. “I'll try to remember that for next time.”
Kevin leaned back, looking much better than he did minutes ago. “Thank you,” Kevin said, the smile dying away as he looked Dean in the eye, letting Dean know he really meant it. “For not kicking me out after all I did, for still caring about me, and for being this awesome about the whole thing. I can't, I just, I could never thank you, I could never tell you how much I appreciate it,” he said, wiping at his eyes.
“Sure you can,” Dean said with a shrug.
“I can?” Kevin asked, his eyes widening.
Dean smirked. “You can do the same for the rest of us when, not if, we ever have a similar thing happen.”
Kevin snorted. “I can do that,” he said, nodding.
“Awesome,” Dean said with a smile.
Kevin yawned. “I think I wore myself out again crying,” he said with a sheepish look on his face.
Dean chuckled. “Well then take another nap.”
Kevin blushed. “Can I sleep here with you?” he asked softly, and it looked as if he expected rejection.
Dean smiled. “Of course you can,” he said, pulling Kevin closer with one hand while the other grabbed a spare pillow.
Kevin ignored the pillow, using Dean's right upper arm as a pillow instead. Dean's chest felt tight again, watching the trust Kevin showed by snuggling up to him and falling asleep quickly. Kevin could've been scared of revenge, but he must've believed everything Dean said.
Dean felt almost dizzy as Kevin's push into his mind relaxed and let go. It still hovered around his head, even as Kevin slept, and Dean knew it was Kevin's desire to be reassured, both that Dean was okay and that he was forgiven for all he'd done.
Cas walked into the room and flopped down next to Nick, yanking some of the covers away and forcing him to share. Nick grinned and got comfortable as Cas settled down. Gabe wandered in a minute later, looking a little less tired than Cas, but he flopped down onto the bed behind Cas, yanking more of the blanket for himself. Nick chuckled and let him have as much as he wanted.
Dean lifted his head off the pillow, careful not to disturb Kevin, and saw that Sarah and Charlie were on the other couch, not having bothered to pull out the bed. They were wrapped around each other, in a tangle of limbs that was so tight Dean had a hard time telling what body parts belonged to each woman.
It warmed Dean's heart that the two of them were that close, and it reminded Dean of his two mates, how much they meant to him, and how close they already were. Neither Gabe nor Cas had batted an eye over Dean and Kevin sleeping together, which only made Dean love them more.
Either one of them could've either insisted on being in the same bed or kicked Kevin out of the bed, but they had to know Kevin needed this, and it showed how much they cared about Kevin, how much they loved him that they let him be with Dean.
Part B
