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Dean had been hunting with Sam for two months and they had been through some shit. When Dean had shown up at Sam's place looking for some help on a hunt, he hadn't expected it to go the way it had. Now Sam's girlfriend was dead, their dad was missing, and Sam was hellbent on finding whatever had killed Jess. Sam's cold eyes and mournful scent reminded Dean a lot of John. It was history repeating itself.
Now Dean was stuck. He was coming up to his heat so he had two options: ditch Sam somewhere and come back when it was over with some lame excuse, or tell Sam he was an omega. He didn't like either option. The first one would piss Sam off and they might never come back from that. The second was a problem because Sam was going to be pissed Dean had never told him. Dean had never told anyone (Bobby, the only other person who knew, found out Dean was an omega the same time Dean did) but Sam would probably still consider it a lie of omission.
He decided to try to bring it up casually. "Hey Sam, I need to go meet Bobby at Rufus' cabin in a couple days. We'll be camping out there for a week or two. Do you want to come or do you want me to drop you off somewhere on the way?"
Sam glared at him. Lately he seemed angry at everything that wasn't 'the mission'. But then his face cleared and he seemed thoughtful. "Is this one of Bobby's famous mystery hunts?"
Dean stared at him. Mystery hunts? What was Sam talking about?
Sam must have correctly interpreted Dean's look because he explained. "A couple times a year Bobby calls some hunters to meet him somewhere, normally with a cabin nearby. Then a week of craziness normally happens. I overheard some hunters talking about it years ago and they said you were guaranteed to get at least one kill and they heard one time over 20 different monsters showed up during the week."
"Does dad know about It?" Dean asked, concerned.
Sam shook his head. "I don't think so. According to the men there were three rules: no questions, no going into the cabin, and no telling John Winchester. I never understood the last one. I mean I know dad and Bobby don't really get along but dad is a good hunter."
Sam didn't seem to need any input from Dean so he just let Sam keep talking. "I always thought Bobby must have some kind of lure, maybe a spell, to make all the monsters act like that. I just never understood why he didn't share the knowledge."
Dean shuddered at the thought of a bunch of hunters like John knowing that male omegas, like Dean, could be used as monster bait. There was a reason he and Bobby had never shared that info. But now it was time for Sam to be in the loop.
"Well, if you want to find out, you can come with me," he suggested. He could just tell Sam now and let the chips fall where they may, but he'd rather have Bobby for backup.
Sam was interested enough that despite his all consuming need to find the demon who'd killed both mom and Jess, he agreed to go with Dean.