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Warning: Wincest. Language. Violence. Sexual content (maybe?). Possible Triggers (I haven't decided yet). Others tba later if there are any. Supernatural RPF

AN: My OTP is Wincest. If you don't like incest between two brothers, there's a simple solution for that. Don't read; go away. Don't read or open the link just to bitch about it. But if you're going to bitch about it, then have at it. It won't stop me from writing, though.

Sam is going to address Dean as both dad and brother. I only did that because Sam knows Dean is his brother, but still likes to call him dad. Same with Dean referring to Sam as his son.

Dean Winchester sat on the ground watching his baby brother who was only a small two year old pup. It was one of Dean's favorite pastimes. Watching Sam play in the woods near their camp was the best way for him to forget about anything outside of themselves. Dean envied him at times. At his age, he didn't have a care in the world. He didn't have to worry about the pack and their problems, or the fact that they had to constantly stand their ground against vampires. Only on rare occasions did they defend themselves against another pack.

Regardless if Dean was only six, he felt like an old man. Even at six years old, Dean has already been through four different attacks and that was only the vampires. Of course, his dad never let him or any of the other kids near the fights. They were told to hide in a secret spot that John and other older wolves made. He didn't understand why they had to fight. Why did they hate each other?

When he had asked his dad about it, John told him that sometimes there didn't have to be a reason. When there was fighting, the only reason that was needed was just being different. Upon hearing this, he decided when he got older and improved his skills, he was going to start bringing the two species together. There was no point in fighting each other when neither of them wanted war. If anything they had to come together in case the humans ever wanted a fight.

"Daddy," Sam said with his tiny little arms stretched out for his brother.

Dean smiled and opened his arms out and caught his son. He kissed Sam's cheek. "Are you having fun baby boy?"

"Yes daddy," Sam giggled.

Dean began to tickle Sam, and couldn't get enough of his little brother's laughter. It was music to his ears.

Since John was hardly ever playing father to them, Dean was the one who took care of Sam. He was the one who did everything with him. The other adults tried to get Dean to act like a kid and play with other kids his age, and even help raise Sam, but he wouldn't have it. Sam was his, and no one else was going to take care of him. If anyone was going to be 'daddy' it was going to be him. If he were honest, even though he's told Sam who he really was, he really liked it. Only in front of other people, did Dean correct Sam's name for him. After awhile, Sam learned to only call him 'daddy' when it was just them.

He could remember there was a time John did act like their father, but that was before Sam could walk and talk, and before their mother died. She was attacked by another pack and was killed. Mary was so beautiful and loving. She was the best mother anyone could hope to have. After her death, John only worried about protecting the pack. Dean was heartbroken about this, but after hearing Sam's first word be 'daddy' directed at him, he didn't care.

Dean was brought out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. He didn't move, nor was he surprised of his visitor.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean let go of Sam, and gently pushed him in the direction of a pile of leaves in the clearing. It was fall and Sam loved to play in the fallen leaves. He would never understand why Sam loved the sound of the crushed leaves.

Bobby turned to the sight of Sam flopping in a pile of leaves. He was concerned that Sam had hurt himself, but he relaxed when he heard Dean laugh. He chuckled when the boy just stood up and shook his head of the leaves that had gotten caught in his hair.

"Your father wants to talk to you tonight as soon as you put Sam to bed. "

Dean didn't bother responding. What was the point? All his father was going to do was suggest that he stop wasting all of his time with Sam and start focusing on his responsibilities. John wanted him to grow up and stop acting like a child, even though Dean hasn't acted like one since Sam's first word. He just didn't care about anything but Sam.

"Leave us alone, Bobby. I don't want to talk to him." Dean stood up and made his way to Sam. He pulled out the remaining leaves in Sam's hair.

Sam looked up at his big brother and smiled. "Daddy, let play hide seek. Close eyes daddy, li'e this." Still smiling, Sam covered his eyes with his hands to show his brother what he was supposed to do.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle, because Sam's fingers were spread wide enough that he could see through. Even if he didn't want to play, he wasn't really given a choice, because Sam had taken off. He covered his eyes and counted to ten.

"... nine... ten. Ready or not here I come."

It wasn't really fair to play hide and seek with Sam, because Dean could always locate him by following his scent. Not wanting the game to end too soon, Dean made it more fun for Sam by taking longer to find him regardless if he already knew where to look. After looking behind a couple of trees and bushes, Dean was getting closer to his brother. Even if Dean couldn't find Sam just by his scent, his giggles were enough. If Dean didn't know Sam as well as he knew he did, he would assume he wasn't trying to keep quiet.

Sam was sitting behind a large bush. He was giggling as he heard his daddy looking for him. He loved playing with his daddy. Sam knew he was getting better at hiding, because his daddy hasn't found him yet. He's very good at this game.

Dean saw Sam with his back to him. He snuck up behind him and, "Gotcha!"

Sam spun around startled. Seeing his brother, he threw his arms in the air with the biggest smile he could make. "Yous find me daddy!"

Dean picked him up and kissed his cheek. "I'll always find you baby boy."

They stood there with each other laughing. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late. Sam yawned rubbing his eyes.

"Let's go back now. It's time for you to eat dinner. After that is bed time." He held Sam's hand and they started making their way to the camp.

"Daddy?"

"What's up?"

Sam yawned again. "Will read me story?"

Dean chuckled. "Do you want to pick the story this time, or do you want me to?"

"Daddy pick."

"All right, I'll pick the story."

Sam laid down under his blankets with Mr. Bear cuddled up next to him, and watched as his brother picked a book to read to him. He loved his daddy very much. He wanted to grow up and be just like his strong and brave daddy.

"Dee?" Sam called quietly. He had to remember to not talk so loud, because there were other kids and old people who were sleeping.

"Hmm?" Dean said as he laid quietly next to Sam.

"Wha' that?" Sam asked pointing to his brother's chest.

Dean looked down to what Sam was pointing at. He frowned when he saw what it was that caught Sam's attention. It was a necklace. It was one of his most treasured possessions. Feeling it around his neck everyday since he received it, let alone talking about it always hurt him.

"This is a necklace." He really didn't want to talk about it. Dean opened the book hoping Sam would accept that as an answer.

"Who gave to you?"

Dean sighed. He should've known that Sam wouldn't let it go. He never did. If he was curious about something, he would ask endless questions until he was satisfied. "Mom gave it to me when I was your age," Dean said quietly.

Sam just stared at him with a look no child his age should know how to make. "Do miss mommy?"

"Yeah, I miss mom."

"I mi' mommy too," Sam said quietly.

Dean stared down at his little brother who looked extremely sad at the thought of missing his mother. Even when Sam had never met their mother, he still missed her as if he did. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to bring a smile to Sam's face. He sat up and reached down into his bag and pulled something out.

"Sammy? I have something for you that I want you to have."

Sam sat up and took the small box that his dad held out to him. He tried to open the old box. It took him some time, but he eventually got it open. When he did, he tilt his head in confusion. He held it out to his daddy. "Wha' this?"

Dean took the box, and reached for the item. Putting the box to the side, he showed what it was. He didn't expect him to understand the symbolism behind it being that he was so young, but he thought now would be a good time.

"When you were born, mom and I each wanted to give you something. Mom chose Mr. Bear, and I chose this." He held it out to Sam. "This is a Flaming Star. It's specially made just for you. This will protect you."

Dean reached to put it around Sam's neck. He had planned to give it to Sam when he was a little older, but for some reason he felt that now would be the only right time to do it. He tightened it enough where it wouldn't come off unless Sam purposely took it off.

"Why it special?" Sam asked.

Dean smiled. "It's special because this is the only one like this in the whole world."

Sam didn't know what to say. He didn't understand how a star could protect him. Why would he need a star when he had his big brother to protect him? But since his daddy gave it to him, Sam promised he would always wear the star around him. It would be extra protection. He snuggled up to his daddy and listened as he read him his favorite book.

Dean sat up in the tent looking at his baby boy sleep. He put the storybook to the side. He laid down next to his son careful enough not to wake him. He knew that he was supposed to go see his father, but one look at his son's sleeping form and all thoughts of leaving vanished. He didn't want to leave the tent. He just wanted to stay here with his little boy forever.

Why couldn't he?

Dean didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he was startled awake by screaming and yelling. He ran out of the tent to look for the danger. His eyes widened at the sight. His pack was fighting. They were under attack! He sniffed the air and he growled. Vampires!

He took a step forward, but then remembered Sam. He went back inside the tent and grabbed Sam who was awake. Awake and scared. Sam buried his face into Dean's chest. Dean could see that Sam was crying. He ran away from the fight even though a part of him was screaming to help his family. If he was going to help, he had to get Sam away first. He could see a few adults guiding other children to the secret spot, but Dean had other ideas.

"Shh. Baby, shut your eyes! Sammy it's okay!" Dean yelled as he ran. He didn't want Sam to see any of the chaos that was happening before them.

When they got far enough, Dean put Sam down inside the base of a tree. He knew it would be safe for him, because no one would be able to see him. It was too dark, and even if it wasn't Sam would still be hidden. Dean had come across this tree a long time ago. He had dug the hole down further inside, and knew that Sam would be safe.

"Daddy I scared," Sam said with tears falling down his face.

Dean wiped away his tears. "I know, baby. I have to go help the others. Stay down and be quiet." Dean kissed Sam's forehead refusing to break down.

"Daddy, no lea' me!" Sam cried out reaching for his daddy.

"I have to go help Dad. I'll come back for you." Dean turned away from the tree not wanting to bring any attention to it.

"Promise?"

Dean smiled and turned to look at his son. He nodded, "I promise."

Dean shifted into his wolf form. Even though he was running back to help out his family, he was terrified. He was only six years old, which meant he hasn't been a wolf for very long. It's only been three years since his first change. The only advantage he had was that his wolf was twice the size of his human form. His wolf was far stronger than it was supposed to be, but because Dean wanted to protect Sam he trained himself.

He looked around trying to locate his father and Bobby, but he couldn't make them out. Too many wolves and vampires were fighting. He didn't have to sneak around or hide from any vampires, because with all the chaos happening around him, it was like he wasn't there. He finally saw his dad fighting with two vampires about thirty feet away. He could tell they were winning. Dean's attention turned to another vampire sneaking up on his dad. He growled and ran after the vampire. Just as he was about to attack, he heard a scared voice.

Daddy!"

Dean stopped and looked behind him. His human eyes wouldn't be able to see that well in the dark, but that didn't apply to his wolf. He saw the most tragic scene in his whole life. A vampire in front of the tree with Sam inside.

He turned his back on the vampire. He was sorry that he was leaving his father to defend himself against three vampires, but Sam was in trouble. His son came first.

"Daddy help!"

I'm coming Sam, I'm coming. Dean was one of the fastest wolves in his whole pack, but at the moment, he felt like he wasn't running at all. Why did it feel like Sam was miles away? Why did it feel like Dean hasn't moved a muscle? He ran to the tree and stuck his face where Sam should be. He looked around the small area, and his heart skipped a beat. Sam was gone!

He looked around frantically. "Sam! SAMMY! Where are you?" He didn't know why, but Sam could always hear him whether he was in his wolf or human form. Dean just figured that it was because they were brothers. He couldn't wait to be able to talk to Sam when he turned.

Opening his mouth to call for Sam again, he stopped. His ears could pick up the sound of broken leaves. The sound of someone running on leaves. He shifted once again and took off. Very far off in front of him, he could see a figure running. He howled not once slowing down. Baby, I'm coming. He could see in the vampire's arms was Sam.

Sam was very scared and crying for his daddy. He didn't know the man who grabbed him. Sam tried to get away from the strange man. He really did, but he was too small. He just wanted his daddy to come get him. He looked past the man's shoulders and saw a big doggy running after them. He turned away from the doggy.

He heard a howl. His attention went straight back to the doggy chasing after them. He reached out his hands. Sam knew that howl belonged to his daddy. His big brother told him that he will always be able to know the sound of his doggy form.

"Daddy!" He could see his daddy coming to save him. He looked at the man who grabbed him and started pounding on his chest. "Let go!"

Dean could see Sam fight back. He couldn't help the proud smirk on his face. Yes, that's it baby. Fight back. Dean was getting closer and closer to the vampire that took his son. He was just about to attack, when he was thrown to his left. His head was slammed against a far away tree. Falling to the ground he shook his head trying to clear his vision. His gaze landed on a female vampire. He growled.

They both lunged at each other, and it didn't take long for Dean to kill her. His sharp canines pierced her neck, and when he pulled back viciously, her neck was practically in his mouth. He may be young in age, but his anger was that of a grown man. Forgetting about the dead body, he looked in the direction Sam went to. He whimpered. He didn't see the vampire... he didn't see Sam.

NO!

Not caring that he didn't see Sam, he still ran. He was running out of breath, and his legs were getting tired. He didn't know how long he had been running and he was surprised he's lasted this long. An adult wolf could run a lot longer than he has and still wouldn't be as tired. Being a young wolf, he couldn't go on much longer.

Sam, where are you? I can't lose you too.

Eventually, Dean stopped running. He fell to the ground; so tired that his body hurt all over. The only sound that could be heard was his cries at the loss of his son. It took a couple of hours to get back to the camp. It would've taken a lot less time to return, but he just couldn't run. He felt like passing out, but he couldn't. He had to tell his dad that Sam was taken. They had to find him. He needed his baby boy back. Now.

Seeing his pack (or what was left of it), Dean felt his sadness grow. Not only was Sam missing, he had also lost people that he's known his whole life. He was the only one left who was still in his wolf form. He looked around and saw Bobby. He couldn't run, but he did walk faster.

He took a deep breath, and groaned at the feeling of shifting. "Bobby!"

Bobby turned around at the sound of his name. When his gaze stopped on Dean he sighed in relief. "Where ha-"

Dean didn't bother letting him finish. "Sam's gone!"

Bobby's eyes widened at the news. "Wha-"

"Some vampire took him. We have to find him now!"

"Dean."

"What?!" Dean screamed. "Why are you still standing there? My little brother is missing. He's all I have." Dean turned away from him ready to call to the other wolves.

"Dean, it's your father." Bobby said quietly.

Dean turned back to him. "What about him? Is he okay?"

Bobby didn't answer. He lifted the flap to the tent he was standing in front of. Dean didn't notice it at first, but he could now see that he was standing in front of the medical tent. Usually when one of them was injured, it wasn't as serious, so they could fix themselves up in their own tent. Coming here was only for those with life threatening injuries. Dean gulped.

Dean walked into the tent and saw two wolves still in their wolf form laying on a cot. Two others were in their human form being tended to. John was one who was human. He walked up to his dad's side, but there was no use asking questions because his father was out cold.

Bobby stood next to him and gently laid a hand on Dean. It was the only comfort he knew Dean would accept. "He's really bad, Dean."

"Is he-" Dean's voice broke. He couldn't even finish.

Bobby sighed. "We don't know yet. If he can make it through the night, then there's a good chance he'll be fine."

If. Dean let out a shaky breath. He turned away from his father and looked up at his second. "Bobby, we have to find Sam."

"I'm sorry, Dean. The vampires that we killed, we don't recognize. We've never come across them before. Without knowing who they are, it won't be easy."

Dean shoved Bobby (being as young and small as he was, it wasn't much) away. "So, you expect me to give up?!" He didn't bother trying to lower his voice.

"I didn't say to give up. I just said it wouldn't be easy."

Dean shook his head pushing past the older wolf. He went outside and the first three wolves he saw ordered to come. Since he was John's oldest, the wolves were still required to listen to him.

"Sam's been taken." Dean pointed in the direction he came from. "About ten miles in that direction I lost their scent. Please, go there and see if you can pick up his scent or the vamp that took him." When they didn't move, red flashed across his vision. "GO!"

The next morning, Dean walked to the clearing. He saw some of the older wolves laying the dead out. He stood there watching as their families cried over their bodies. He felt his heart begin to harden. He felt so much anger.

The night before he received devastating news: the wolves couldn't pick up any trace of the vampire or Sam. He didn't understand how, but no one could trace Sam's scent any farther than the tree he was taken from.

"Dean-" Bobby called coming behind him.

"How's my dad?"

"John's wounds were too great. I'm sorry, son, but he didn't make it through the night."

Dean heard what was said. He heard John was dead, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even shed a tear. He just stood there still watching. He was only six, but he might as well be an old man. He lost his mother, he lost his son, now he lost his father.

"Dean. As you know, you're supposed to be our next leader."

Bobby didn't even have to finish saying it, because Dean already knew. The pack has always been lead by a Winchester. When Dean got old enough, he was supposed to fight his father for the role of leader. He was training for that day. Since he was only six, he was far too young. As John's second in command, Bobby would take over as leader.

"Don't worry, son. I'll never take your rightful place. As soon as your eighteen, you will be leader. Our pack should always be lead by a Winchester." With that, Bobby left.

Later that night, Dean watched as Rufus set fire to their fallen pack members. He decided to stay in the back, and ignored the hurt feeling that Bobby was the one standing in front as leader. It should be him standing there, but he couldn't argue with pack rules. As they watch the bodies burn, everyone shifted into their wolf form. Bobby, in his gray color, lifts his head to the full moon shining and howls. Everyone follows suit.

Everyone... but Dean.

In the middle of the night, everyone sleeps. The fires have long died out, but Dean still lay awake. He holds Sam's teddy bear in his arms. He still has yet to cry. He lost everyone who has ever mattered. He didn't know if Sam was still alive. He didn't know who took him or why. He learned that Sam was the only one that was taken. Why would an entire coven attack a pack just to kidnap one pup?

Dean walked out of his tent and made his way to the cliff nearby. He looked up and could see the moon. Dean didn't even feel his body shifting. He looked down at the teddy bear that had fallen. He pushed it with his nose and whimpered.

He lays down with his head in between his front paws still looking at the teddy bear. This was all his fault. If he had just taken him where the others had gone, Sam would still be here. He wouldn't be with some bloodsucking vamp doing who knows what to him. He didn't even know if his baby was still alive. He has to find Sam. Dean knows that he'll never be able to move on until he finds him. He wants his Sam safe in his arms. He wants to be able to tuck him into bed and read him a story. He wants to be able to chase him around playing. He wants to see Sam shift into his wolf form for the first time. He wants to teach his son everything he was taught and learned on his own. He wants to see his him grow up into a good man. He just wants Sam back.

Dean felt another wolf come closer to him. It was Castiel. He felt a tiny bit better that his best friend was always there with him when he was needed the most. Castiel was only two years older than him, but it didn't matter.

Castiel whimpered at the pain he could feel coming from Dean. He brushed up against Dean to show he was there for him. He gently licked Dean's face not knowing if it was welcomed, but Dean didn't pull away. He cuddled up to him and laid his head on Dean's.

Dean wants to leave and run. He wants to just get up and search for Sam until he's back with him, but he knows he can't. At his age and lack of experience, Dean knew that he'll die long before he ever caught wind of Sam. Unfortunately, unless he knows exactly who took him, he'll have to wait. Dean stands up, closes his eyes and howls to the moon. He didn't care if he woke anyone up. He didn't care if they would get mad. He just... didn't care. He just kept howling.

Castiel stared at his friend who he's loved for as long as he can remember. He was jealous of Dean and Sam's relationship. He understood they were brothers, but no one can deny that there was something special between them. Neither brother understood it, but in the end it didn't matter. It was there and it was strong. It was one of the reasons the older women stopped trying to separate them.

Listening to his friend's howl, he can hear so much pain and loss. Dean wasn't the type of person to show 'weakness' in front of others, but his wolf didn't share the same outlook. If his wolf was in distress, it was going to show it. When he got older and wiser, his wolf would learn to hide it better. Castiel followed suit and howled along with him.

Dean either didn't notice or care that the rest of his pack slowly made their way out of the their tents in their own wolf form and joined him. Fourteen wolves, young and old howled alongside him. Although they all lost someone, they all howled for the same reasons.

Each wolf howled in sorrow. For the pain their future leader felt. For the loss of their old one. For the loss of a child. For hope that one day Sam Winchester will return, because no one, young or adult, should ever have to go through the pain of losing someone.

AN: Do you guys like it? Is it something you guys want the whole story for? Well, either way I hope you all stick around to the end. Until next time. -Kauri510