alpha verse!wolfy_samJanuary 15 2013, 14:21:39 UTC
A gala. Sam hated galas.
But Azazel was dead. The Alphas had hunted him down and the province wanted to celebrate the end to the reign of terror of the Chimera and his band. Sam, the Alpha who had taken the Chimera out, was expected to be there, his chosen human mate at his side.
Which meant they were both hiding in their rooms before the festivities started. Sam wasn’t a fan of groups and Stiles was still nervous when he was among larger crowds of people. He could deal with his own discomfort. It was Stiles he was concerned about. Moving close, he wraps his arms around his mate’s waist, rubbing his cheek against his hair. “You won’t have to stay long if you don’t want to.”
"I don't want to." Stiles whispers back, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on Sam. Things had gotten better, certainly - they'd gotten back to relatively normal, but Stiles still never strayed far from Sam anymore. He was getting better, but when Sam left to hunt Azazel...Stiles hadn't done well. He couldn't even say goodbye, he was so distraught - Castiel had to put him to sleep before Sam left. And all the time he was gone...when he came back, a lot of progress was gone. Stiles just couldn't deal with the uncertainty anymore.
But now, finally, finally, Azazel was dead. Naturally, however, they couldn't enjoy their safety in peace - they had to go to this gala. This party, full of people and wolves, lots of wolves, lots of Alphas, some of which weren't very nice and oh God now is not the time for a panic attack.
"Sam," His voice comes out strangled, chest moving with deep breaths. "I don't think I can do this."
Re: Woohoo! (:wolfy_samJanuary 15 2013, 16:02:36 UTC
The hardest thing Sam had ever done was leave Stiles to take out Azazel. He’d spent every moment with him since his return, trying to help him recover and quietly drowning in guilt because he’d been forced to leave him in the first place. But Azazel was dead. He wouldn’t hurt either one of them again.
“I know.” Sam gently straightens his jacket, smoothing it over his injured arm. They weren’t going to have the same fight again, the same one that they’d had before he’d gone on the hunt. Alphas had certain responsibilities, ones that even Sam couldn’t escape. Like hunting down threats, or attending galas when he’d much rather curl up on the couch with his head in Stiles’ lap as they read or watched a movie.
“I’ll be right beside you.” He leans to kiss him, a soft press of lips. “You’re stronger than you think.”
Maybe he can talk Dean into handling more of the formalities once they arrive.
Stiles takes another deep breath and nods, keeping silent. He'd felt awful about that argument after it had happened, not to mention the fact that Sam angry terrified him. He knew Sam had responsibilities, but he wasn't completely in his right mind at the time. Now, though, he would suck it up and stay quiet. Maybe no one would notice him if he just stayed quiet.
He just hoped no one said anything about him to Sam, about him being a weak spot. He was human, couldn't really defend himself, and right now he was almost entirely useless, slowly getting back into the swing of researching.
“Stay close to me. You’ll be okay. I’ll try and get us out of there as soon as we can, all right?” Sam wraps his arms gently around Stiles, brushing a gentle kiss to his temple. He hated asking things like this of Stiles, but he’d nearly thrown a fit when Sam suggested he could wait in their room until he returned.
There had been talk among the other Alphas, warnings that his choice in a mate left him open to challenges from other Betas. A human couldn’t breed with an Alpha, there would be no children. The human was a liability and if he wanted to cement his base and his choice, he should at least give him the bite.
Such talk was normally greeted with a rather menacing look from the big Alpha. Sam didn’t lead by fear, he chose to lead a different way but if anyone wanted to challenge him or his choice in mate, they wouldn’t walk away from it. Stiles was his mate. He’d chosen to stay with him.
“Hey,” Sam kisses him. “You’re safe. You’re with me and that’s all that matters.”
"All right." Stiles agrees quietly, hands moving up to grip Sam's arms tightly in return, exhaling a deep breath at the tender kiss. Sam was right they were safe; Azazel was dead. Nothing was going to attack either of them.
"I know. I'm sorry." Stiles kisses him back, committing it to memory. He did that with all of their gentle touches now, scared that one of them would end up being their last. "I'm sorry, Sam. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." He hoped.
"Don't apologize," he murmurs, brushing his lips along his forehead. "It's all right. You'll be okay. No one is going to hurt you, I promise."
The lower levels of the compound were filled with music, the low hum of crowds and the smells of a massive feast assaulted Sam's senses as the door swings open. He slides his arm around his waist as they head downstairs, keeping him close as the crowds start to gather.
Castiel and Dean aren't far away, and they move to join them the moment they return. Castiel is smiling serenely and heavily pregnant with cubs. Sam shoots his brother a grateful look.
Stiles stays close as they enter the room, curling into Sam's back and shrinking about from anybody who comes near. Castiel and Dean appear, and Stiles smiles, relaxing a little. It's impossible to be upset in Castiel's presence now, when he's pregnant with cubs and absolutely joyous every moment of every day...except when Dean does something upsetting.
Another Alpha comes over to say hello, their mate trailing behind, head bowed. Stiles bites his lip and hides a little - luckily Sam's back is broad, allowing him that as the Alpha greets him and commends him for killing Azazel.
Sam slides his arm around Stiles' waist, keeping him close at his side. He'd rather have him there than hiding against his back, but he won't force the issue. Three months of captivity is not an easy thing to shake off. His smile is brilliant as he talks to Castiel about the new cubs that are on the way. His nieces and nephews. Sam adores kids and his voice is filled with warmth.
He greets the other Alpha, exchanging a bit of quiet small talk. None of the Alphas really like galas like this, but the party isn't for them. It's for the people they protected. They needed to celebrate and they needed to see their Alphas.
Sometimes duty sucked. When the Alpha moved off, he turned to Stiles, holding him against his chest. "Hey. Doing okay?"
Stiles obeys the gentle suggestion and curls into Sam's side instead. He's nervous, that much is obvious. When Sam lights up about the pups, Stiles deflates a little and falls deeper into silence. He can't give Sam that. He never thought he'd actually want the ability to get pregnant, but he does, for Sam. He wishes he could give him a family.
"I'm fine," Stiles whispers, pressing a hand against Sam's chest. "Just...don't leave me alone."
“I won’t,” he promises. There would be other hunts, other patrols he’d have to go out on, but he’d come back to Stiles. Every night he’d come back and wrap his arms around the warm body of his mate. His love. Brushing his fingers against his cheek, Sam smiles down at him.”I love you.”
Glancing over at Dean laughing, he smiles fondly. “He’s gonna be a great Dad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited.”
"I love you too," Stiles breathes, leaning into Sam's touch. Maybe in time, it would be easier to separate from Sam, but he certainly wasn't ready right that moment, not in a room full of wolves and rather loud chatter.
"...yeah. He will." Stiles says softly, glancing at Dean and Castiel before looking down, burying his face in Sam's chest for a minute. Sam would make a good dad too...
"Can we sit?" Stiles asks softly, pulling his face from Sam's chest, calmer, but still a little shaky.
Sam had never expected, when they first met, that Stiles would finally love him, that he'd return the affection that Sam felt on an instinctual level. He holds him close for another moment, chuffing softly in his ear.
"Sure, come on." Gently he guided him over to a few chairs set up around the periphery of the room. The wolf plucks two glasses off a passing tray and waits for Stiles to sit before he does. Sam offers him a smile. "Everything okay?"
Stiles sits gratefully, blushing a little when Sam waits for him to sit first. In private, sure, Sam treated him as an equal, and maybe Stiles was used to being equal with other humans, if he'd ever gone on a date, but the fact still remained that Sam was an Alpha. In public, they had to keep up appearances despite their personal preferences.
"Everything's fine. Just too many people." Stiles let his fingers brush over Sam's hand, brow furrowing. "And..."
Stiles lowers his voice, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I can't give you kids, Sam."
Sam sits close, waiting for Stiles to catch his breath. “You’re doing good, it’s all right.” It was a bit overwhelming even for a wolf, the sea of scents and sounds assaulting their senses. Even with a human’s duller senses it had to be a lot to take in. Sam takes a sip of the wine, not really even tasting it.
The apology draws a startled blink and he leans in closer, setting the glass down. Kids? Realization dawns a moment later and he reaches out to hold his hands. “It’s okay. We don’t have to. We have each other, that’s what matters.”
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But Azazel was dead. The Alphas had hunted him down and the province wanted to celebrate the end to the reign of terror of the Chimera and his band. Sam, the Alpha who had taken the Chimera out, was expected to be there, his chosen human mate at his side.
Which meant they were both hiding in their rooms before the festivities started. Sam wasn’t a fan of groups and Stiles was still nervous when he was among larger crowds of people. He could deal with his own discomfort. It was Stiles he was concerned about. Moving close, he wraps his arms around his mate’s waist, rubbing his cheek against his hair. “You won’t have to stay long if you don’t want to.”
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But now, finally, finally, Azazel was dead. Naturally, however, they couldn't enjoy their safety in peace - they had to go to this gala. This party, full of people and wolves, lots of wolves, lots of Alphas, some of which weren't very nice and oh God now is not the time for a panic attack.
"Sam," His voice comes out strangled, chest moving with deep breaths. "I don't think I can do this."
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“I know.” Sam gently straightens his jacket, smoothing it over his injured arm. They weren’t going to have the same fight again, the same one that they’d had before he’d gone on the hunt. Alphas had certain responsibilities, ones that even Sam couldn’t escape. Like hunting down threats, or attending galas when he’d much rather curl up on the couch with his head in Stiles’ lap as they read or watched a movie.
“I’ll be right beside you.” He leans to kiss him, a soft press of lips. “You’re stronger than you think.”
Maybe he can talk Dean into handling more of the formalities once they arrive.
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He just hoped no one said anything about him to Sam, about him being a weak spot. He was human, couldn't really defend himself, and right now he was almost entirely useless, slowly getting back into the swing of researching.
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There had been talk among the other Alphas, warnings that his choice in a mate left him open to challenges from other Betas. A human couldn’t breed with an Alpha, there would be no children. The human was a liability and if he wanted to cement his base and his choice, he should at least give him the bite.
Such talk was normally greeted with a rather menacing look from the big Alpha. Sam didn’t lead by fear, he chose to lead a different way but if anyone wanted to challenge him or his choice in mate, they wouldn’t walk away from it. Stiles was his mate. He’d chosen to stay with him.
“Hey,” Sam kisses him. “You’re safe. You’re with me and that’s all that matters.”
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"I know. I'm sorry." Stiles kisses him back, committing it to memory. He did that with all of their gentle touches now, scared that one of them would end up being their last. "I'm sorry, Sam. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." He hoped.
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The lower levels of the compound were filled with music, the low hum of crowds and the smells of a massive feast assaulted Sam's senses as the door swings open. He slides his arm around his waist as they head downstairs, keeping him close as the crowds start to gather.
Castiel and Dean aren't far away, and they move to join them the moment they return. Castiel is smiling serenely and heavily pregnant with cubs. Sam shoots his brother a grateful look.
"Shh," he whispers.
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Another Alpha comes over to say hello, their mate trailing behind, head bowed. Stiles bites his lip and hides a little - luckily Sam's back is broad, allowing him that as the Alpha greets him and commends him for killing Azazel.
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He greets the other Alpha, exchanging a bit of quiet small talk. None of the Alphas really like galas like this, but the party isn't for them. It's for the people they protected. They needed to celebrate and they needed to see their Alphas.
Sometimes duty sucked. When the Alpha moved off, he turned to Stiles, holding him against his chest. "Hey. Doing okay?"
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"I'm fine," Stiles whispers, pressing a hand against Sam's chest. "Just...don't leave me alone."
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Glancing over at Dean laughing, he smiles fondly. “He’s gonna be a great Dad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited.”
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"...yeah. He will." Stiles says softly, glancing at Dean and Castiel before looking down, burying his face in Sam's chest for a minute. Sam would make a good dad too...
"Can we sit?" Stiles asks softly, pulling his face from Sam's chest, calmer, but still a little shaky.
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"Sure, come on." Gently he guided him over to a few chairs set up around the periphery of the room. The wolf plucks two glasses off a passing tray and waits for Stiles to sit before he does. Sam offers him a smile. "Everything okay?"
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"Everything's fine. Just too many people." Stiles let his fingers brush over Sam's hand, brow furrowing. "And..."
Stiles lowers his voice, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I can't give you kids, Sam."
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The apology draws a startled blink and he leans in closer, setting the glass down. Kids? Realization dawns a moment later and he reaches out to hold his hands. “It’s okay. We don’t have to. We have each other, that’s what matters.”
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