The forbidden rule (MxM) (A werewolf story)

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Don't do it, please don't.

Ahhhh no, please.

I jolted up instantly when I heard Dean thrashing around in bed. He was sweating so hard as he clutched the sheets so tight he might rip them apart. At first, I thought he was awake or talking on the phone but when I blinked my eyes to remove sleep, that's when it hit me. He was having a bad dream, not a bad dream but rather a nightmare. His eyes were watering as he continued chanting the words I couldn't get so well.

I sat up as I gently capped his cheek so that he could wake up "Dean baby, wake up" I called but he continued thrashing his head from side to side telling someone to not do it. What was it about, "Dean, you have to wake up" This time I rose my voice. He was actually crying, like really crying and I was starting to get worried. "Dean," I called loudly this time, and thank the gods I succeeded coz he jolted up breathing heavily as he looked around still out of it.

Eyes white.

I held him in my arms, rubbing his back to calm him down. "It's ok love, I am here" I whisper in his ear softly. Dean wrapped his arms around me as he hugged me tighter still breathing harshly and I didn't let him go until I was convinced that he was fine but that added to so many questions I had to ask him. What was this all about, does he get them often?

I remember we slept together on our first date and even yesterday he sneaked into the guest room to sleep next to me and I didn't see it or was the first one?

Dean pulled away slowly, his hands still shaking but he was doing everything possible for me to not see them, and how he was biting his lips to stop them from shaking. He passed a hand through his wet hair, making sure to not make eye contact with me.

"Sorry, you had to see that" he forced a smile pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Do you often got nightmares?" I asked placing my hand on his thigh.

"It was just a bad dream, don't worry too much about it" he laughed dismissing it like it was nothing. "We still have like one hour before we leave, let's go back to bed" he laid down closing his eyes but I can see how shaky he still was. I sighed loudly laying next to him as I watched him closely. He wasn't fine, he was pretending to be and acting all tough but he was far from being fine.

"Dean..."

"Let it go please" his voice was full of desperation and shame.

"I just want to help," I sighed leaning on my right hand so that I was facing him. "I can't if you don't tell me," I say lowly rubbing soft circles on his shoulder.

"There is nothing to tell," he almost growled pushing my hand away from his shoulder. I shook my head looking at the back of his head.

"There is something," I say after a few minutes, I thought he would give in and tell me but he didn't even move an inch. Dean lifted his head looking at me with anger in his eyes but most especially, he looked to be shameful and embarrassed.

"Why don't you let it go like I let it go when you consistently lie to me" he got out of bed throwing the blankets away roughly and moved to the bathroom closing the door behind him, leaving me in my thoughts. What was that all about? Is he that ashamed that I had to see that? He is my mate, there is nothing to be shameful of.

I sighed deeply sitting in the bed as I waited for him to finish whatever he was doing in the bathroom.

What he told me yesterday still lingers in my head. About Ambrose and the boy he fall for who apparently was his fated mate.

I asked Dean questions per question after he told me that but did he give me an answer, you guessed it, he didn't. He just told me that that was enough for the day. But how can it be enough after dropping such a bomb on someone?