Dean & Silas Short Story

The explosion rattled throughout the entire house, shaking everything. Dean’s coffee cup fell off of his desk and smashed on the floor. Clouds of dust were dislodged from everywhere. Babies wailed and people shouted in alarm.
“Angel!” yelled Dean through the bond as he leaped to his feet and started running.
“Not hurt. Shocked. Scared.”
The relief that rushed over Dean left him trembling. He soon made it outside and found Silas standing by the smoking remains of one of the outbuildings. His arms were crossed, and he was glaring at the rubble as if it personally displeased him.
Dean frantically ran his gaze over his mate. Silas was covered in soot and his long dark hair was slightly disheveled, but Dean couldn’t see any injuries. Couldn’t smell any blood either. He really was okay.
“What happened?” asked Jasper, as he ran up to them.
“I was working on a new spell,” answered Silas calmly.
Jasper swore. “Was it supposed to do that?”
Silas gave the beta a wry grin. “Not so vigorously.”
“Next time ask me to help you,” said Eifion.
Dean jumped, he hadn't seen or heard the mage approach. The guy still gave him the creeps. Silas, however, seemed unperturbed, and merely glared at him.
Brogan walked up behind Silas. Whether Eifion was, the alpha was sure to follow.
“Alpha! Danger!” flowed down the mating bond followed by a fast flickering montage of images and feelings. Being held down. Pain. Fear. Dean gasped in horror and the bond slammed shut violently with a hasty, mortified, “Sorry!”
Before Dean could think, he found himself between his mate and the alpha, pushing Brogan back violently and snarling. Brogan's eyes were wide and he stumbled back, holding his hand up in surrender.
“Sorry Alpha! I wasn’t thinking!”
Dean shoved him again.
“Alpha, your mate is not hurt. Silas is fine,” said Brogan gently.
Shame stopped Dean in his tracks. He was acting like a brute and nearly betraying Silas’s privacy. It was only luck that Brogan and everyone watching had assumed he was riled by the explosion, making his wolf over protective of his mate and not wanting any other alphas near him.
Dean turned on his heels, strode three paces to Silas, and wrapped his arms around him. 
“I’m sorry,” he breathed into the omega’s hair.
Silas snuggled into the hug. “It’s my fault, I was too dazed by the blast to keep my thoughts to myself.”
“You don’t need to keep anything from me, Angel.”
Silas sighed happily. “I know.”
Dean pulled him even closer. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to release his mate from his hug. The onlookers were somewhat right, protectiveness was rolling through him like a fierce storm. Thankfully, Silas seemed content to be in his arms. 
“I’m still a badass,” asserted Silas softly.
“The baddest of assess,” agreed Dean.
Silas laughed. Around them, people were moving as Jasper was arranging for the smoldering embers to be put out and for people to go check the other buildings for any damage. Dean was glad that Jasper was so capable.
“Being scared doesn’t make you weak,” said Dean, needing to make sure Silas understood that. Being scared and not letting it stop you was the very definition of bravery.
The necromancer made a skeptical noise and pressed himself closer. Dean sighed. Did Silas feel like that every time he was near an alpha? If so, he hid it so flipping well it was astonishing. Then a horrifying thought flooded Dean’s soul, had he ever made Silas feel like that?
“Never.”
Dean flushed, but was too relieved to be too ashamed about inadvertently shouting down the bond.
Silas poked him in the chest. “I love how much you share with me, how open and honest you are. I’m working on returning it. Communication and all that.”
Dean grinned and kissed the top of his head. “You are doing really well. I don’t help when I freak out when you do share stuff with me.”
“I don’t blame you, my head is a dark and twisted place,” said Silas and the shame and sadness in his voice tore at Dean’s heart.
“That's not your fault,” Dean breathed passionately. Then he scooped Silas into his arms and started carrying him towards the main house.
“Where are we going?” asked Silas, sounding suitably distracted.
“To give you a bath and so I can check every inch of you for injuries.”
Silas chuckled. “Every inch?”
“Every. Single. Inch,” confirmed Dean happily.

The next evening, Silas had just locked the basement door when Dean started banging on it. “Damn Jasper for ratting me out,” muttered Silas under his breath. Reluctantly, he opened the door.
Dean rushed in, took one look at the occupant and whirled to shut and lock the heavy basement door behind them.
“Who is this?” demanded Dean, his beautiful green-gold eyes wide as he stared at the middle-aged man gagged and tied to a chair.
Silas sighed. “This is Mr. Loxley, one of the local teachers. He has been being mean to the pups that go to his school.”
Dean’s eyes widened even more. “He is human?”
Silas nodded. He didn’t see what that had to do with anything. He wasn’t about to reveal that the people Mr. Loxley thought were a ‘weird hippy cult living in the woods’ were in fact all wolf shifters, well shifters and a mothman and whatever Eifion was. The point was, he didn’t need to do that to scare the shit out of him and teach him a lesson.
Dean sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. He looked annoyed and exasperated. 
“Silas, teachers are mean. Didn’t you ever go to school?” said Dean in a tone that implied he assumed Silas had and was just being dumb.
“No, I didn’t!” snapped Silas, crossing his arms. 
Omegas didn’t go to school, surely Dean knew that? Omegas only needed to know how to present their ass to their alpha and they didn’t teach that at human schools.
Dean was staring at him in horror. Silas felt himself flush. It seemed that was another one of Silvanus’s fucked up rules that weren’t widely practiced. Silas loved Dean with all his heart and soul, but sometimes all the ways the alpha showed him how messed up his life had been, was tiring.
They stared at each other for a moment, then Silas watched as Dean shook himself and focused on the here and now.
“Can you wipe his memories?” asked Dean.
Silas grinned. “Good idea! I need to practice that. Last time I tried, I ended up melting the person’s brain. It oozed out of their ears and smelled disgusting.”
The human whimpered, and the smell of urine filled the air. Then he slumped against his bonds, seemingly in a dead faint.
Dean glanced at the human and then back at Silas, shaking his head.
“What?” scowled Silas. He didn’t like the way Dean was looking at him.
“What on earth are we going to do with him, Silas?” asked Dean, sounding so very weary and distraught.
Silas shrugged. “Take him home, I think he has been scared enough.”
Dean just stared at him, looking completely lost for words.
“He won’t go to the police,” reassured Silas.
“You don’t know that!” 
“I do know that because I will put a compulsion on him. He will think he is just too scared to.”
Dean continued to stare at him for a long moment. Then, to Silas’s surprise, the alpha pulled him into a hug. Silas tried to resist but soon gave up. Dean just smelled too damn good, and being in his arms just felt too damn nice. The alpha had fully succeeded in turning him soppy.
“Angel, please stop blowing shit up, reanimating the chickens that the kitchen crew are trying to cook, and kidnapping teachers.”
Silas didn’t quite know what to say to that. Luckily, Dean continued.
“Clearly, now we are no longer running, fighting and hiding, you are going out of your mind with boredom. So please, please, take the Grand Master position. For the sake of the pack and my sanity.”
All sorts of emotions tumbled through Silas. “I… I,” he tried before giving up.
Dean stepped back a little, moving his hands to Silas’s shoulders and staring into his eyes.
“The pack is safe. Everyone is fine. We are fine. Our bond is back.” Dean paused to lightly run his fingers over the mating mark on Silas’s neck. Silas shivered at the sensation.
“You can be Grand Master now. Everything has calmed down, otherwise you wouldn’t be so bored.” Dean’s cheeky grin was contagious.
Silas took a deep breath. Communication. He could do this. “It will take up so much time and you are the most important thing to me. I… I can’t have anything come between us ever again. I can’t lose you.” 
Dean’s beaming smile was worth the cringe factor. The alpha poured all his love and affection down the mating bond until Silas felt like he was swimming in it.
“I’m not going anywhere,” promised Dean.
Silas sighed happily. He could feel the truth of that in his bones. Somehow, they had managed to heal from the world’s most spectacular break up. Stronger than ever. It really must be true love.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be Grand Master,” Silas surrendered with a grin. Then Dean was kissing him and he forgot all else.


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