#Dean Winchester ABO One Shots

[aspenmissing]

𝙽𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Upstairs, the three are stood around a table and Theo picks up a clip from the table and loads her weapon, alongside Dean and Sam. The three stand in dead silence before Sam sighs, breaking the tension.

"We're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?" Sam asks.

"That's the idea" Theo answers, not looking up from her gun.

"Guys, what if, uh..." Sam trails off "What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" Dean looks up at him making Sam roll his eyes.

"Quite looking at me like that"

"What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes "poof"?" Theo says, looking up at Sam.

"I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her"

"Sam, you wanted the knife-I got you the knife" Theo says, walking over to another table.

"Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all"

"Well, this ain't smart" Theo says as she turns to face them.

"We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So, if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it" Y/N walks up to him as he speaks.

"Guys. We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again"

"You said that but what does it even mean?" Dean asks.

"Don't you see a pattern here?" Theo asks "Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is - is - is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul" Theo looks to Sam. "That's all this is, Sam. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going." Theo turns around, sitting down against a table and picks up the weapons again. Sam and Dean exchange a look before walking around to the other side of the table.

"Theo" Sam says as he and Dean sits down next to Theo, looking at her as she continues to assemble the weapon.

"What do you think is gonna happen?" Dean asks "This is us, we can handle it" Theo stops what she's doing, looking at the floor and shakes her head "And if it'll save you"

"Why even risk it?" Theo asks, looking up at her brothers. Dean's eyes advert to the table while Sam looks away for a beat then back at her with the obvious answer.

"Because you're our sister" Sam says "Because you did the same thing for us"

"Countless of times" Dean adds. Theo scoffs.

"I know...and look how that turned out" Theo looks at Sam, who looks away, then to Dean who also looks away "All I'm saying..." She gets a little chocked up "Boys, all I'm saying is that you're my weak spots" Sam and Dean look over at him as this. Theo gives them a quick confirmation smile "You two are. And I'm yours, just as you two are each other’s too"

"You don't mean that" Sam choked "We're..."

"We're family" Dean finishes. voice wavering a bit.

"I know" Theo says, looking at the two "And those evil sons of bitches know it to. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us"

"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?" Dean asks.

"No, we stop being martyrs, guys. We-we-we stop spreading it for these demons" Theo says, picking up Ruby's knife and holding it up "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging" Sam and Dean just looks at her "What do you think?" Sam looks down on the floor, thinking, while Dean looks off to the side before the two then look back at Theo.

"I think you totally should have been jamming ‘Eye of the Tiger’ right there" Sam joked.

"Oh, bite me" Theo says, rising. The brothers chuckle "I totally rehearsed that speech, too" Sam smiles while Dean smirks.

"Of course, you did" Dean mutters.

"So, Indiana, huh?" Sam says.

"Yeah, where Lilith's on shore-leave" Theo says.

"Yeah, I guess"

"Tell me something" Dean says, Sam and Theo look at him "The hell's a demon do for fun?"

==

Later, the Winchesters are in the Impala about to leave. Theo tries to start up the car but it won't start up and all three look a bit worried. Suddenly Bobby shows up outside Theo’s door, scaring the three with his sudden appearance.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby asks. Theo looks at him and the distribution cap he holds in his hand. After a beat, the three siblings get out of the Impala and walks up to Bobby, who's not looking happy. But then neither is Theo.

"We got the knife" Theo says.

"And you intend to use it without me" Dean comes from around the car while Sam gets out the back and the two stands in the middle besides Theo and Bobby, watching them "Do I look like a ditchable prom-date to you?"

"No, Bobby. Of course, not" Sam says.

"Who'd ditch you" Dean jokes.

"This is about us. Ok? This isn't your fight" Theo says. Bobby walks up to Theo, furious by those words.

"The hell it isn't!" Theo looks at him, taken aback by this "Family don't end with blood, kid. Besides, you need me"

"Bobby" Theo trails off.

"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?" Bobby asks. The brothers look at him, confused. They look over at Theo who turns to look at them, tilts her head one time and then turns back to Bobby.

"How'd you know?" Theo asks.

"Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt" Bobby answers "And because I'm smart" Theo looks down on the ground, as Sam and Dean watches her. Bobby hands Theo the distributor cap "I'll follow" Bobby walks away from the siblings, over to his own car. After a moment, Theo walks over to the hood of her car, ready to put back the part "Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes earlier" Theo stops in her tracks, shaking her head a bit with raised brow.

"Look who's talking" She mutters. She turns around looking back at Sam and Dean who look at her and sighs.

==

The four are driving down the road, on their way to Indiana. Theo sits in the driver’s seat; Sam sits in the passenger while Dean is laid across the back seat asleep.

"Hey, Theo?" Sam asks.

"Yeah?"

"You know if this doesn't uh...this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"

"No." Theo says "No, no, no, no"

"No what?" Sam asks. Theo looks over at Sam.

"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay?" Theo says "And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward" Sam looks down and out the window and Dean turns back to the road "You know what I do want?" She reaches down to the radio and starts up Bon Jovi's ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ and Sam looks a bit "eeh?"

"Bon Jovi?" Sam asks.

"Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion" Theo says, looking over at Sam to underline her statement. When Sam looks away, Theo turns back to the road and begins to sing along with Bon Jovi.

"And I walk these streets" Theo sings "And loaded six-string on my back / I play for keeps" She turns to Sam, nudging him "Come on" She goes back to singing "'Cause I might not make it back / I've been everywhere"

"Oh yeah" Sam sings quietly.

"And I'm standing tall" Sam laughs and sings along with her.

"I've seen a million faces / And I rocked 'em all / 'Cause I'm a cowboy / On a steel horse I ride / I'm wanted" The two sings together, Theo looking over at Sam who's really getting into it.

"WANTED!" She looks back on the road and Sam smiles as he sings with her.

"Dead or alive" The two sing in unison.

"Dead or ALIVE" Sam sings. Theo begins to lose the will to sing and her smile is beginning to fade. "Dead or alive" Sam just continues to sing, laugh and smile, "Dead or a alive" not noticing how Theo is suddenly taking in the lyrics, realizing how much they actually fir her and what is about to come. "Dead or alive" Her smile completely vanishes, as she's staring out the road.

==

Later, a Siren is heard behind them and the two, Dean still being asleep, react to this. Theo looks up in her rear-view mirror as Sam looks over at her. The flashing lights from the police car is now reflecting inside the car and over their faces.

"We getting pulled over?" Sam asks. Theo looks in her side view mirror.

"I've got a busted tail-light. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing" Theo says, sarcastically "Wake Dean up" Sam begins to wake Dean up while Theo pulls over and rolls down her window. Dean begins to sit up, rubbing his eyes and yawning while Sam hands over the licence and registration to Theo. The police officer walks up to her window, flashlight in hand "Problem officer?"

"License and registration, please" The officer says. Theo, not looking at him, hands out the needed papers. The officer takes and looks as it as he's talking to Theo "Do you realize you have a tail-light out, Miss Hagard?" Theo looks up at him and after a beat her face falls as she looks at him as the Officer tilts his head and shines the light on him.

"Yes... " Theo trails off "Yes sir. Uh... you know I've been meaning to... take care of that" Theo slowly turns her head back towards the road in front of him, her eyes dodging back at the Officer during that "As a matter of fact..." She suddenly opens her door fast, hitting the Officer in the stomach and Theo rushes out the car at him.

"Theo!" Sam shouts.

Sam and Dean opens their doors, surprised by Theo's action. Theo punches the Officer three times in the face as Sam and Dean tries to run around the car to stop him. She quickly reaches down and takes out the knife from her belt and thrusts it into the jaw of the Officer. As Bobby pulling up behind the police car, the Officer begins to flash with light, showing that Theo just thrusts the knife into a demon. She pulls out the knife and let’s go of the Officer, who falls dead to the ground. Theo stands over him, arm behind her, panting after the fight. Sam and Dean, shocked, moves up behind him. Bobby quickly runs over to them and looks down at the dead Officer/demon and he looks back up at the three, surprised and shocked.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby asks.

"Theo just killed a demon" Sam answers.

"How'd you know?" Dean asks. Theo still breathing heavily looks around on the ground and then turns to Sam and Dean, who are still looking shocked while Theo looks worried.

"I just knew" She turns back and looks down at the officer "I could see its face. Its real face under that one" Bobby, who was looking down on the Officer, looks up at him by these words. Theo looks up at him and meets his gaze for a second.

==

The four are putting branches over the police car, to hide it from plain sight and so that nobody can find it.

"So, what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam asks.

"I've seen all kinds of things lately, but..." Theo pauses "nothing like this"

"Actually, it's not all that crazy" Bobby says.

"How's it not that crazy?" Theo asks.

"Well, you've got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side" Theo nods, understanding.

"A little less new age-y please" Dean says. Bobby looks at Dean.

"She's almost hell's bitch. So, she can see hell's other bitches" Dean looks at him surprised and Theo glances over at Bobby.

"Thank you" Theo says, smiling sarcastically.

"Well, actually it could come in pretty handy" Sam says.

"Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something" Theo says sarcastically.

"Damn right it" Bobby says "Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started"

"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?" Theo asks. She begins to walk away with that and the others follow.

==

The four arrive in the street where Lilith is staying for her 'vacation'. They look through the windows of an empty and dark house to look inside the house across from them, to see a man and woman serving a little, blond girl. An old man was lying dead at the table, his head laying on its side on his plate.

"It's the little girl" Theo says "Her face is awful"

"Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time" Sam says. He walks past Bobby, Dean and Theo, behind them, and moves to the door. Theo grabs hold of him, stopping him from leaving.

"Wait!" Theo says.

"For what?" Dean asks "For it to kill the rest of them?"

"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM?" Sam holds up the binoculars to see the mailman sorting mail at the back of his car. Sam lowers his binoculars again.

"And Mr Rogers over there" Theo says pointing. Sam looks through the binoculars again to see Mr Rogers, sitting in a chair in his home, smoking a pipe and reading a book, his chair facing the windows.

"Demons?" Bobby asks.

"Yes"

"Of, fine. We- we- we- we, we ninja pass those guys, sneak in" Dean says.

"Then what? Give a "Colombia necktie" to a ten-year-old girl, come on!"

"Look, Theo, I know it's awful" Sam says.

"You think?" Theo asks.

"This isn't just about saving you, Theo. This is about saving everybody"

"She's gotta be stopped, kid" Bobby says. Dean, who looks contemplative, turns around and looks at Bobby and then out the window.

"Oh, damn it"

==

The mailman stands by the back of his truck, flipping through the mail. A sound is suddenly heard across the street and the mailman looks up. He sees Theo standing by a fence, looking over at him as if he's been caught. The mailman's eyes turn demon-black and he takes off after Theo. She runs back the way she came from, closely followed by the demon-mailman. Theo rounds a corner of the house the fence belongs to, and when the mailman comes around the same corner a second later, he runs right into Sam holding Ruby's knife and it’s thrusted into him. Sam struggles with him as he turns around and Dean comes up behind the mailman and puts a hand over his mouth so his death doesn't alarm the rest of the demons. Sam pulls out the knife and the demon-mailman flashes with light a few times and then Dean drops him to the ground.

Minutes later, Sam grabs the knife that is pierced in Mr Rogers' belly, who's lying dead on the ground. He pulls it out and stands up next to Dean and Theo, wiping it off on his coat sleeve. Dean and Theo grabs Mr Rogers' feet and drags him out of view. They then come back and Theo takes off in another direction while Sam and Dean stands still, looking around.

==

Theo runs through some trees and comes up by a fence, where Ruby suddenly appears and shoves Theo into the fence, holding her there.

"I'd like my knife back, please" Ruby says "Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone" Sam and Dean comes up behind her and Sam holds up her knife to her throat.

"She doesn't have it" Dean says.

"Take it easy" Sam says. Ruby backs away from Theo, releasing her from the fence. Sam and Dean stands still next to Theo who turns around to face her.

"How the hell did you get out?" Dean asks.

"What you don't know about me could fill a book" Theo suddenly reacts to Ruby's face, moving her head back just a bit with wider eyes.

"Whoa" Theo says.

"What?" Ruby asks. Theo looks to the side, not wanting to look at her anymore. She glances at Ruby once or twice but that's it.

"Nothing. I just - I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad" Ruby rolls her eyes before looking at Sam.

"Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself"

"You'll get it when this is over" Dean says. Ruby glares at him.

"I didn't ask you" She looks over at Sam "It's already over. I gave you a way to save Theo, you shot me down. Not it's too late. She's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die too"

"Try and stop me, and I'll kill you. Bitch"

"Hit me with your best shot, baby" Ruby says. Theo, who's been looking in the direction she was running towards, turns around to face them.

"Girls, girls! Hey. Have your little catfight later" Theo says. The three follow her gaze to see half a dozen demons that were staring at them from across the street.

"So much for the element of surprise" Dean says.

"Go. Go. Run. Run!" Sam says. They open the gate and run, aiming for Lilith's house. As they do, all the demons that were staring at them are now running after them.

#supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

[mummybear]

Finally, I’ve Found You.

Words: 4938

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, ABO, Protective Sam, Possessive Dean, Claiming, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Hair Pulling, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, knotting....Think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Bingo Square: @spnkinkbingo - Free Space - ABO Soul Mates

Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life. 

Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thank you again babe! :D

Divider: @firefly-graphics

Being an Omega in this part of the world was nothing short of a nightmare - Omegas were treated as slaves and fuck toys for Alphas. When your parents had died, you were even more scared than ever before. Being left alone in this world was terrifying, you hadn’t told anyone, not until you’d met Sam Winchester. He was an Alpha through and through,” - at least, that’s what he let the outside world believe. To you he was your best friend, and your protector. He was a complete sweetheart, even when you knew it was hard for him not to give into his nature. 

The most that he ever did was snap at you, but that was only when his rut hit particularly hard or your heat or his rut started before either of you were ready. Even then though, he would lock himself away, or he would lock you away and keep you safe, until those days passed. You wanted to want Sam in that way, and you knew he felt the same, but neither of you had ever been able to bring yourselves to do anything. 

There were times you’d talked about it at length; the possibility of you being his, but you’d always come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, for either of you, and it wouldn’t be fair. You were worried though, because if Sam wasn’t supposed to be yours, then who was? And were they even half as sweet, hot and caring as your best friend? You only knew what you’d been told by your other Omega friends, once you found your mate, you would just know.

“You ready to go?” Sam asks as he walks into your room, with a big excited grin on his face.

“Sam, are you sure about this?” you sigh as you finish zipping up your suitcase for the weekend.

“Y/N, trust me! My family are going to love you.” 

“You know I trust you, more than anyone on the planet, but I don’t know if It’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly special, I’m just like any other Omega,” you sigh as he takes the suitcase from your grip, and you hear him huff quietly.

“I’ve told you before, that isn’t how any of my family see it. Besides, you’re my best friend, they know how much you’ve been there for me. Even if you are a giant pain my ass. Now come on, stop complaining,” he winks at you over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and follow him out of the door.

“Fine, but you better not leave me on my own,” you huff out, locking the door behind you.

-

Luckily the drive doesn’t take as long as you thought it might, and all too soon you’re pulling up to a gorgeous home, with perfectly kept lawn and two classic cars in the driveway. You wring your hands in your lap, feeling the nerves creeping up on you even more than you’d expected. You can feel the need to be sick pressing against the back of your throat. Sam must notice because seconds later you feel a big hand on top of both of yours, and you feel a slight sense of calm start to settle over you.

“Sam, I told you not to use those Alpha powers of yours on me,” you laugh slightly, feeling grateful that he doesn’t always listen to you.

“Y/N, you’re shaking and you’re breathing too hard. I don’t want you passing out on me, just breathe,” he smiles gently, the complete picture of calm, as always.

It takes a few moments, but you finally manage to get your breathing under control, and your heart stops racing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t think that’s ever happened before,” you swallow thickly, climbing out of the car and following Sam as he pulls your suitcases out.

Sam looks you over and frowns, “now you mention it, I’ve never seen you like this. Did we work out the days wrong? Is your heat due or something?”

You think on it for a moment as Sam leads you to his parents house, and over to the front door.

“I, uh, no. I only had one a two weeks ago. You know I only have one a month, it can’t be that.” 

Before Sam can respond the door is pulled open, and a grinning couple fill the doorway. 

“Sam! It’s great to see you son.” The older man steps forward and embraces Sam in a tight hug, that Sam returns with a big grin. Before turning to the older woman and doing the same. It’s clear to see they’re his mom and dad. The family resemblance is beyond obvious.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my mom and dad, Mary and John Winchester,” Sam introduces fondly.

“Great to finally meet you, Y/N! Sam has told us all about you,” John smiles warmly, giving you a quick hug which you return nervously. 

“We really have heard so much about you, thank you so much for looking after our baby,” Mary grins, and pulls you into another hug.

“Now, come on inside you two,” Mary tells you both, moving aside so you can follow Sam into the house.

“Sammy!” You hear from down the hall, and you follow Sam further into the house, watching as Sam is embraced by a slightly shorter man with sandy hair. You smile at the display of affection. it’s so nice to see Sam surrounded by family, he’d always spoken about them, and you’re guessing this must be the brother he’d told you countless stories about, Dean.

Suddenly Dean looks up and his eyes lock with yours over Sam’s shoulder, you feel like a rug has been pulled from under your feet and you stumble back a little. Your heart thuds painfully in  your chest, and you swallow thickly around the lump that’s lodged in your throat. You bite your lip as his nostrils flair and feel yours do the same as his scent hits you, and it’s like you can see his eyes darken before you.

Your words are stuck in your throat, until Mary comes to your side and wraps her arms around you, “Y/N? Are you feeling okay, sweetie. Do you need to sit down?” 

Her voice sounds a little distant, like you have cotton wool lodged in your ears, but you hear her faintly all the same.

“Yes, please. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” you all but whisper, tearing your gaze away from Dean, as Sam pulls away from him to come and stand by your side.

Mary and Sam lead you into the living room and help you get settled on the sofa.

“Are you okay?” Mary checks again, as she sends Sam away to help his father outside with the grill.

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I think I just need a minute, long drive,” you explain as you try and reassure her, and she nods in understanding.

“Okay honey, if you need anything we’ll just be outside okay?” 

“Thank you, Mrs Winchester,” you sigh, leaning back against the soft sofa, and you let your eyes close for a moment. You feel her squeeze your hand and the sofa dips as she steps away.

You suck in a deep breath and your eyes snap open, as an unusual but tantalising mix of scents fill your nose. It’s like leather, spice, oil and something you don’t quite recognise. Then your gaze falls on the door you’d come through earlier, and on him.

You sit a little straighter and shift awkwardly in your seat.

“Hi, you must be, Dean. I’m Y/N,” you practically whisper as he walks further into the room.

He looks you up and down and licks his lips, his gaze heated, like he can see through your clothes and it makes you shiver.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” his voice is almost a growl as he talks, and he takes the seat right next to you, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and your eyes lock with his, a complete calmness settles over you and you can feel yourself leaning into him. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he repositions his hand, so that his fingers are moving between yours, intertwining your hand with his own.

“Alpha,” you whimper leaning in closer, following his lead, until his forehead is pressed against yours.

“Omega,” he practically growls, scooting his body closer to you and breathing deeply, as his free arm curls around your waist tightly, almost possessively.

“There’s something about you… I don’t understand. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you mutter, almost disbelieving, like if you say it too loud he’ll disappear. 

“Neither have I, but I can smell it. I know you’re mine.” 

He says it with such finality, and you want to believe him because, fuck, he’s perfect. Gorgeous, strong, great family. But beyond that you don’t know anything about him, you’ve literally just met, but something tells you that you can trust him, that he’s right, and you are his and he’s yours.

“B-But we’ve just met, Dean,” you stutter, as the hand gripping your waist slips just beneath your t-shirt and brushes your skin.

“Don’t care. You’re mine, I know you are. I can feel it, I can smell it, and I know you can too,” he growls as your free hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.

“I can feel it, in every bone in my body, Dean. But we can’t,” you protest weakly, trying to pull away, but he holds your body tight against his.

He pulls back and looks at your face, “Is it Sam?” he huffs, and you can hear the unease in his voice, you can tell he’s forcing down a possessive growl.

“Why would it be anything to do with Sam? He’s my best friend, and that’s it. We both feel the same,” you sigh as he pulls away further, and you groan as your stomach rolls painfully.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ll let you rest, just pretend this never happened, okay?” he grits out, voice shaking as he backs away slowly.

“No, Dean, don’t. I didn’t mean you had to go!” you call after him, but before you can get up he’s already left, and you hear the back door slam closed.

-

Dinner had been really great, full of great conversation and stories of Sam and Dean when they were younger, not to mention the amazing food. It only made you more confused as to why Sam never cooked more often at home. But after ten minutes, something had changed with Dean, and he’d gone to eat in his room, claiming that he had to make a call for work.

You’re all now sitting in the living room, while Mary shows you photos of Sam and Dean when they were babies. When suddenly a wave of pain hits you from nowhere, and you grip Sam’s arm tightly.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, and he looks really worried as he takes you in.

“No. Something’s wrong,” you whimper, wiping at your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. Sam carefully helps you to your feet and you cling onto him tightly. 

“Mine.” Comes a growl from the doorway, snapping everyone's attention away from you and towards Dean.

“Dean? What the hell do you mean ‘Mine’?” Sam questions defensively, putting himself between you and his brother, pushing your body behind him. 

“Alpha,” you whine, reaching for Dean, and Sam has to hold you tighter against his side, so you don’t fall to the floor.

Everyone seems to be looking between you and Dean, before John groans quietly, “Fuck, I shoulda noticed earlier. Sammy you need to let her go, son,” he tells his youngest son gently, as he walks towards you and Sam. 

Sam looks at his father as though he’s gone mad and holds you tighter.

“No way, clearly Dean’s lost his damn mind, he’s not going anywhere near her. I’ve kept her safe for years, but I didn’t think I’d have to protect her from my own family.” 

Your eyes lock with Dean’s and you whimper as he starts to walk towards you, feeling the slick gathering between your thighs.

“Sam. Listen to me, Dean must be her mate. You said yourself that Y/N isn’t due a heat, right?” John asks calmly, stepping between his boys.

“Not for another two weeks, why? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Sam exclaims with disbelief.

“Well, your brother has literally just had his rut. So by rights, he was safe, unless…” John trails off, maybe hoping Sam is understanding.

“Sam, please. I need him,” you moan pathetically, as John growls at his eldest son warning him to step back, in an effort to calm the situation down.

“It must be another heat, Y/N, it’s the only explanation. You’re not thinking clearly-” you unintentionally cut Sam off, when a scream rips through your throat and you double over in pain, with Sam’s arms the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.

Dean whimpers and looks around his father, locking eyes with his brother, looking like a scared puppy.

“Sammy, please. Let me help her,” Dean groans, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

“No. I’m the one who looks after her, not you,” Sam growls defensively.

You’re starting to lose consciousness, and your eyes are heavy, sweat dripping from your forehead. You’ve never felt anything this intense in your entire life. Suddenly a smaller pair of arms wrap around you and help you sit back on the sofa, you look up at Mary, and she’s barely in focus. 

“Honey, I need you to focus, look at me okay.” 

“Can’t, Mary. I’m so tired,” you slur, feeling the sofa dip the other side of you.

“Doll, listen to me, you can’t fall asleep, you’re burning up.” Comes John’s deep voice from your other side, and you lean into him when he presses a cool rag against your forehead.

“‘mega, tell me what you need, let me help,” Dean whispers, carefully cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands. You force your eyes open, and you can see the pain in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw as though he’s clenching his teeth.

“Alpha, please. Need you, don’t go,” you beg desperately, reaching out and grabbing his shirt in your fists. Dean’s hands cover yours and he tries to hush you gently, and you notice that you’re both alone in the room now. Your legs are still like jelly, so when you try and stand you practically collapse into Dean’s arms.

You nuzzle at his neck and purr as his scent surrounds you, feeling your vision clear slightly as your lips press against his skin.

“Not here,” Dean growls, his voice deep, husky and thick with need as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style, putting a stop to your attempt to push his shirt from his shoulders.

You clench your thighs together as another wave of arousal grips you, and you feel Dean’s fingers tighten against your body as he carries you up the stairs. When you reach the second door on the left, Dean walks inside and then kicks the door closed behind him. He heads over to the large bed and lays you down carefully, before sitting down beside you, and brushing the sweat soaked hair away from your face. The familiar feeling of your heat coursing through your body is even stronger than it’s ever been before, and you can feel yourself curling around Dean as soon as he lays down beside you. 

“It hurts, Dean,” you whimper, hooking one of your legs over his body as he wraps his arms around you and you find yourself rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to find some kind of release. 

“Shh, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman right now,” his voice is practically a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You bite your lip as you look up at him, “I don’t want a gentleman, I want my Alpha. I want you.”

Dean’s arms tighten around you and you feel the growl in his throat right before you hear it, “Fuck you smell good ‘mega. I could smell you as soon as you walked through that door. Haven't stopped thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you.” 

“I don’t understand how this all happened so fast, but I know you’re my Alpha, I can feel it,” you whisper as he cups your cheek and you feel relief flood your body when he pulls you into a kiss. 

The kiss starts off careful and slow but quickly becomes more passionate, he gently pushes your hands back against the mattress, and you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from touching him. 

“Stay there, baby, let your Alpha make it better,” he whispers against your lips between intense kisses that seem to be turning your body to liquid. Dean’s hands are exploring every inch of you, his touch is firm and a little rough, but it’s just what you need right now. You can’t help but moan into his mouth when he starts tugging at your clothes.

When he pulls away from your lips to look into your eyes, you gasp for breath, quickly realising only your panties remain. Dean hums in approval, cupping your breasts in his big hands and he gently flicks over your nipples with his thumbs, biting his lip as he watches your face for a reaction. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel more of him.

“Oh God, fuck,” you whine needily as Dean runs his fingers over your soaked panties. 

Dean chuckles deeply, breath hot against your soft skin, and you shiver as he nips at your neck, “you want me to bite down just here,” he nips a little harder for emphasis, and you can’t help but moan as you struggle to nod. You arch your hips and moan his name as he pushes your panties aside, and he eases two thick calloused fingers inside your soaked entrance, slowly edging back and forth until they’re fully inside you. 

“Mmm, of course you do, my needy little Omega. You want me to claim what’s mine? Want me to fuck you until you can’t see straight, and you’re coming all over my knot?” You can tell his instincts are taking over, his voice is deeper, and his touch is almost bruising, but in the best way.

Dean rips your panties away from your body with his free hand. You barely even feel the sting of them ripping, only the slight pressure on your clit as he pulls them up and off of you. Then he leans over you, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pressing his free hand to your stomach so everything intensifies as he picks up a steady pace. Then his hand shifts and his thumb presses against your clit, your hands immediately reach out, and you grab hold of the first thing you can. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on tight, feeling the muscle bulge and relax as he pushes towards release, the look in his eyes makes you want to give in to whatever he says.

There's just something about him being fully clothed and fully in control, while you’re naked and at his mercy that makes the Omega in you purr appreciatively. 

Your stomach tightens and your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pushes you towards your first orgasm. You’re breathing heavy and writhing beneath him when suddenly he pulls his fingers free, and your body slumps against the bed, with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You whimper as you look up at him, wishing you felt a little less pathetic, because you would kick his ass if he was one of the Beta’s you’d slept with before. But this is an Alpha - your Alpha.

Dean chuckles, leaning back as he starts to pull off his clothes, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Oh my beautiful Omega, don’t make all of those pretty little noises right now. I promise I’ll make it better. But the first time you come for me I want it to be with my cock inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt.” You moan at his filthy words as he throws his shirt across the room, he’s perfect, and you can’t stop staring, unable to believe how lucky you are.

“Please, Alpha. I need to come so bad, wanna feel your knot.” The desperation in your voice is clear as you cling to the sweat soaked duvet under you.

His eyes lock with yours as a filthy and cocky smirk curls at his lips. You watch with bated breath as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, and his thick cock is freed from its confines.

“Hmm, am I your first Alpha, sweetheart? Your only Alpha? Is this the first knot you’re gonna take in that perfect little pussy?” Dean sounds far too pleased with himself as he asks those questions, but in the moment they only make you squirm more.

He strokes his cock slowly in one hand as he pushes his other hand between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit torturously slow. You don’t want to stop looking at him, but your entire body is shaking with need. You clench your thighs around his hand, trying your best to stave off your orgasm.

“Dean, please. I can’t hold it,” you whine desperately. 

To your relief his hand falls away, and you suck in a breath, feeling the heat of his body pressed against you forces you to open your eyes.

“You ready?” he asks quietly, voice husky and thick with need, and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.

You can feel his thighs quivering against your own, it’s pretty obvious he’s holding himself back. You meet his eyes and swallow hard, knowing that you couldn’t go back now, even if you wanted to. You need him, you can feel it deep down.

“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees, Alpha?” you ask, voice breathy, and you shiver feeling his fingers digging into your thighs.

“I’m trying to take it easy on you here, ‘mega, don’t push me,” his voice has lowered to a growl, and you know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, you need him to lose control.

You slowly drag your hand down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch, and you hear him suck in a breath when your hand wraps around his thick length.

“I can take it, Alpha, want you to fuck me like you mean it.” Dean grunts as your hand moves over him and you turn your head to the side, showing him your perfectly clear skin, free of any scars and stroke your fingers down the side.

“When you claim me, right here-” you don’t get time to finish your sentence, because Dean has pulled out of your grip and his rough hands flip you over and force you on your stomach.

You barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s hauling you up by your hips. Dean spreads your legs and the head of his wide cock presses inside you slowly, but then his hips snap forward, and you scream in pleasure as you lose your balance. Your fingers curl around your pillow and your back arches painfully, as he pulls out almost all of the way and snaps his hips forward again. The grip on your hips tightens, to the point you’re sure there will be bruises left behind.

“How’s that, my needy little Omega?” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back harshly. You can’t speak, you can hardly breathe. 

“Ah fuck! Dean, please let me come!” you scream feeling your pussy spasm around his cock when he picks up a steady rhythm, deep and slow, and so hard you feel like your body is going to snap in half.

“Wait. I decide where I claim you, is that fucking clear?” he growls snapping his hips forward roughly.

“Fuck! Yes. Whatever you want, Alpha,” you whine obediently, impossibly close to the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. But even your body is refusing to disobey your Alpha.

“Mmm, good girl. C’mere,” he pants, tugging you back against him by your hair and nuzzling your neck. You don’t struggle, in fact, you find yourself relaxing against him.

“You wanna come all over my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please, Dean, I need it,” you whine breathlessly, feeling his free hand roam your body slowly, as he cock continues to thrust into you teasingly.

“Then play with your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you fall apart, my desperate little ‘mega.” 

The sheets are soaked beneath you both, his rut and your heat are in full effect now, and you know you’d do anything he asked.

You drop your shaking hand between your legs and start to rub circles into your clit, feeling your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock. You cry out when Dean starts to pick up his pace, his thrusts are precise, rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. 

“Ah! Alpha, right there!” you practically scream as he roughly tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing your neck and you feel his teeth gently tug at your skin.

The threat of him claiming you is enough to send you hurtling into the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your body shakes in his arms as he continues to fuck into you, your tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that Dean’s wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him because you’ve gone limp in his arms.

“So sexy when you come ‘mega, such a perfect little pussy. You want it, baby girl? You want me to make you mine?” he grits out breathlessly. Your head is swimming as you feel another orgasm burning in your stomach, but his words are enough to make you moan in agreement. Dean chuckles, pushing the sweat soaked hair over one of your shoulders, “c’mon, ‘mega, need to hear you say it.” 

You tilt your head to the side again and feel his tongue against your skin, “take me, claim me, Alpha. Wanna be yours.”

“Oh fuck,” he moans sucking hard at your neck, “gonna make me come ‘mega, gonna fill you up,” his voice is a broken rasp as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal. 

He lets out an animalistic growl when his own release finally hits, and sinks his teeth into your neck, then you feel his knot swell inside you. His knot catches against your entrance as his cock pulses inside you, pulling another scream from you as your second orgasm shoots through your entire body. Gasping, you both crash down onto the mattress, with Dean’s body wrapped around you. 

Your bodies shake against one another as Dean pulls his teeth carefully from your neck, and licks softly at his claim mark. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take a deep shaky breath, as a feeling of being complete finally settles over you. 

Dean presses kisses along your shoulder and brushes his fingers through your damp hair. 

“Remind me to buy Sammy a house for bringing you to dinner,” Dean chuckles, his voice hoarse from your time together. 

You giggle and lace your fingers with his, his hand feels so big against yours but it feels right.

“Just a house, huh?” you tease playfully.

He presses a soft kiss to your claim mark and he drags his teeth over your ear lobe, “mmm you’re right, maybe a mansion,” he whispers, every word punctuated with a soft kiss and roaming hands. You can’t help but be a little nervous, this is all so sudden. What if he changes his mind about you?

His cock slips free suddenly as his knot retracts, and he turns you in his arms, so that you’re facing him. The soft smile on his face is completely disarming, and you can’t help but smile back.

“I can practically hear you thinkin’, ‘mega. I promise we’re gonna figure all of this out.” 

You sigh softly and lean in, kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever. When you pull away his intense green eyes meet yours. 

“It doesn’t make any sense, but I trust you, Dean. You and me, it just feels right,” you tell him, and the emotion you’re feeling causes your voice to catch a little.

“That’s because it is. So, what do you say we get ourselves ready and go down to see everyone?, I think we have a little explaining to do, my beautiful Omega,” he whispers tenderly, cupping your cheek and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably a good idea, Alpha,” you agree, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as your fingers graze over the claim mark on your neck. You weren’t expecting your life to change so drastically in a day, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Mateless Mate (Part 1)

Summary: The reader moves into her new apartment and meets her Alpha neighbor, Dean. He seems friendly enough but he’s very adamant that he and the reader are going to be something more...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Human!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Tried something a bit different with this one. In this a/b/o universe, being human means you don’t have a dynamic and are very much not the norm...

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“That was the last box,” you said, cracking your back as you stood up. Your new apartment was nice and clean, at the end of the hall with windows on two of the walls. It was one of the best ones in the place according to the manager. 

“I could have gotten it, pup,” said your dad, fixing your couch into place.

“It’s fine. You did all the heavy stuff,” you said, looking around the space. Your brother was in the kitchen with your mom, holding up a stack of plates as she put them away. “Mom. I can get that stuff.”

“Well I just want to get a few dishes in the cupboard for you,” she said. “Baby pup moving out on her own.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, turning around and rolling your eyes, your dad chuckling.

“I don’t like the idea of her living on her own near all these Alphas,” she said.

“Mom. It’s a very safe apartment complex,” you said, going to a box and opening it.

“I still don’t like it.”

“Well I’m not living home forever,” you said. “I’m excited to start this part of my life. Please be happy for me.”

“I am, pup. Mom just worries,” she said.

“Mom, why don’t you and dad get some lunch to bring back for us all to eat?” asked your brother, Brody. “I’m starving and we could do with a break.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’ll be back in a minute kids,” said your dad. The two of them left and you sighed, plopping down on your new couch.

“Thanks,” you said, throwing your arm over your face.

“Mom doesn’t get that unmated people live on their own nowadays,” he said.

“You moved out at twenty which is younger than I am. You never got that speech,” you said. “It’s not even a problem for me. I’m not anything.”

“Y/N.”

“How’s Piper? Big as a balloon?” you asked.

“Told me I ever put another pup in her again and she’ll throttle me,” he chuckled, taking a seat next to you. “There’s nothing that says you’re on your own. You’re twenty seven. I didn’t even meet Piper until I was thirty.”

“I’m a human, Brody. Genetic freak. True mate less. Please don’t give me the one is still out there speech,” you said.

“There are other humans you know. There’s-“

“Brody. Enough.”

He was quiet and threw his arm over your shoulders.

“Well your Alpha big brother still loves your little human ass,” he teased. “At least I don’t have to worry as much.”

“I know. You gonna come hang out sometimes?” you asked.

“For sure,” he said. “Want me to help you unpack a few more things?”

“Thanks, Brody.”

“Hi,” you said, getting off the elevator, heading back down the hall towards your apartment after your workout at the apartment gym. There was a guy at the door opposite, struggling with a backpack and bag in his arms. 

“Oh shit,” you heard him say before he slammed himself against the door, the bag inching towards the ground. You jogged over and grabbed it from him, the man getting his door open and turning to you with a smile. 

“You need another set of hands,” you said.

“Thanks. I owe you one,” he said, tossing the backpack inside and taking the bag from you. 

“Smells good,” you said.

“Gino’s is right around the corner,” he said with a smile. “You new around here? I don’t remember seeing that cute face before.”

“I’m Y/N. I think we’re neighbors,” you said, pointing across the hall. 

“Ah. Cool. I’m Dean. You ever need something just come over and knock,” he said. “Most people are pretty friendly around here.”

“Good to know,” you said. “I should let you have your dinner.”

“I should let you shower. Not that you smell. I mean…” he said when you laughed. “You got a boyfriend, Y/N?”

“Uh, no,” you said. Dean smiled and you shook your head. “I get mistaken for Omega a lot.”

“I can tell you’re human. Again, what does that have to do with you having a boyfriend?”

“You’re obviously Alpha,” you said.

“And single,” he smirked. 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I thought my cute new neighbor was flirting with me,” he said, a soft smile on his face. “But if I’m mistaken, I apologize. I don’t want to cause any awkwardness or make you uncomfortable.”

“We’re cool,” you said.

“Thanks for saving my dinner, Y/N. I’ll see you around,” he said.

“Yeah. Later, Dean,” you said, slipping into your apartment. 

Well at least you knew where a strong Alpha lived close by if you needed one.

“Oh, come on,” you said, staring down at your ripped garbage bag just outside your door a few days later. You heard Dean’s open and he had a few bags of garbage slung over his shoulder.

“Ah. Made the living on my own for the first time mistake and went cheap on garbage bags I see,” he said. He ducked back in his apartment and came out with a bag and a pair of disposable gloves.

“Thanks,” you said as he handed them over to you. 

“You get the hang of it eventually,” he said. You rebagged your trash and tied it up, following him down the hall to where the garbage chute was. “How is it going if I’m not being too nosy.”

“Good. Nice to be away from my parents. I love ‘em but I needed to get out before I went insane. My mom doesn’t think I should live on my own. She’s traditional.”

“Yeah, I got one of those,” he chuckled. “Must be a mom thing.”

“Maybe,” you said. “Have you lived here long?”

“About three years. I used to share with my brother until he got mated,” he said. “It’s not a bad place to live. Amenities are nice. It’s clean. I got a garage for my car. It’s pretty good.”

“What do you do for a living?” you asked.

“You don’t wanna hear about that,” he said. You hummed and started to head back towards your apartment, Dean sighing behind you. “I’m a bodyguard...at a daycare.”

“That is kind of really adorable to be honest,” you said. Dean frowned but you smiled. “Hey, a lot of Omegas work in daycares. I’m sure they and all those parents want a safe place for the day.”

“I suppose. So what do you do?” he smiled.

“I work in a cafe,” you said.

“No offense but how on earth do you afford a place like this?” he asked.

“Uh, you know Omega Off? My dad kind of invented it,” you said.

“Really? My friend uses that stuff and she swears by it. She says it’s great for a heat,” he said.

“It is and it’s not a drug which is great. It’s our family business. I help out with that and work at the cafe mostly,” you said.

“Ask your dad to work on Alpha Off. I could use that next rut,” he said.

“We have heard that many times before,” you laughed. “It’s in the works.”

“Your dad must be pretty smart, huh.”

“Geneticist.”

“Oh. Wow, definitely smart,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said, scratching your neck.

“You don’t have a mating bond, do you,” he said. You shook your head and pulled your hand away. “Funny is all. A lot of people touch their bond when they’re nervous. It relaxes them.”

“I must have picked it up from my family,” you said. 

“This ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he said.

“Maybe not. Maybe being human isn’t either,” you said.

“Good point,” he said, pausing at his door. “Listen, I got to go but...you want to hang out this weekend?”

“Sure? Doing what exactly?”

“Don’t know yet,” he smiled. “We’ll have some fun. I promise.”

Saturday Afternoon

“Alright. I will admit I’m a sucker for greasy food,” you said, sitting on the hood of his car, eating a pair of burgers with Dean.

“The best girls are,” he said, taking a big bite. “So you know this is totally a date right?”

You nearly choked on your food, Dean patting your back for you.

“What?” you said, grabbing your beer and taking a sip.

“This. We’re on a date,” he said, a big smile on his cheeks.

“This is not a date.”

“Why not? I like you, you like me. We’re neighbors. It’s a total chick flick movie waiting to happen,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re up to but stop,” you said, sliding off the car. You started to walk away but he caught up quickly and held out a hand.

“Y/N. I’m not up to anything,” he said. He cocked his head and you shook yours. “What?”

“Why are you wasting both of our times? I’m human. Your Alpha. You have a real soulmate out there somewhere. By definition, you and I are not supposed to be together,” you said.

“I don’t believe that,” he said.

“Dean. I will gladly be your friend but I’m not going to date you. It’s just cruel. Don’t you get that?” you said.

“Cruel to who?”

“To whoever your actual mate is. I don’t have a mate. It’s missing. I’m not supposed to be with anyone aside from maybe another human but even then, what’s the point?”

“You don’t want to love someone because you don’t have a stupid bond?”

“A bond is tied to your soul so I’m not wasting my time or-“

“You don’t think you have a soulmate,” he said.

“You’d need a soul for one of those.”

“You are so fucking wrong it’s not even funny,” he said.

“I didn’t come for a lecture so-“

“Let me prove you wrong. Let us just finish our date. One date won’t hurt.”

“Alphas and humans just don’t work out, Dean.”

“Maybe we will. Come on. One date,” he said. You stared and he gave you puppy dog eyes, jutting out his bottom lip.

“One date,” you said, holding up a finger as you went back to the hood. “One.”

“I knew you liked me, sweetheart.”

“Well based on all of the giggling I heard today, I would say someone enjoyed our date,” said Dean, leaning against your doorframe that night as you undid the door.

“Okay, maybe I had a little fun,” you said, pulling him into your apartment with you. 

“Oh a little fun? I think it was more than that,” said Dean. He smiled and you smirked. “So am I getting a second date?”

“You haven’t changed my mind on someone like me being with someone like you,” you said. 

“You haven’t changed my mind on me being with you. So. It would seem one of us is going to have to cave,” he said.

“Dean...I’m human.”

“So am I.”

“You’re Alpha.”

“And also human. So what if something got screwed up on your end? It doesn’t mean you can’t date or have a mate someday.”

“Why do you care so much about dating me?” you asked. 

“Because I think you’re my true mate. It’s this feeling in my bones. To hear you say you think you don’t have a mate, it hurts and I know it can only hurt like that because we’re mates. I don’t know how it works this way, I don’t. But I won’t pretend you don’t have a soulmate or a soul just because you don’t have a dynamic.”

You stared at him and he looked away, glancing at your door.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked quietly.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to go.”

He nodded and he walked over, backing you up against the wall. You breathed deeply and stared at him, swallowing when his eyes grew darker.

“It’s okay if you can’t feel what I do,” he said. His voice was low but still soft. “Despite what you may have heard about true mates, I won’t do a thing you wouldn’t want me to.”

You pecked a quick kiss on his lips, Dean’s tongue jutting out when you moved back.

“If I we’re Omega, how would I be reacting right now?” you asked.

“We both know and I don’t care. All I want to know is what you want me to do,” he said.

You lifted your chin and kissed him again, slowly. He was gentle but you could tell he was buzzing under his skin, needing more.

“Give me a taste of what an Alpha is actually like.”

He grabbed your hips and gave them a hard squeeze, delivering a harsh kiss that left you panting. He backed off and stepped away, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said without looking. You looked down and lifted up your shirt, spotting the red marks that would probably bruise soon. “I’ll hurt you. Your body can’t take the stress of an Alpha.”

“I know that. But you didn’t,” you said, closing your eyes. “It will never work Dean. I’m sorry.”

“Then I hold back.”

“You can’t force yourself to not-“

“I’m not an animal,” he said. “I will be careful but there’s no reason-“

“What about when you have a rut?”

“I’ll deal with it. If you want me gone and to stay away, say so. Otherwise, I am going back to kissing you.”

“Fine. Stay away.”

He quickly left and you sighed.

“Freaking Alphas.”

Dean had given you the cold shoulder ever since that night going on three weeks. You’d stopped trying to talk to him at this point and instead tried to focus on other things like finally learning to cook.

Which was how on a Thursday night you found yourself accidentally cutting your finger while chopping celery. You hissed and put it under some water, wrapping it up and clutching it to your chest. It hurt and you winced, leaning back against the counter. There was a knock at the door after a minute and you went over, frowning when you saw Dean through the peephole.

“What?” you asked as you answered. Dean stood there and looked down at your bloody towel. “I cut my finger.”

“We need to talk,” he said, sliding inside.

“Dean, I’m fine. It’s a cut,” you said.

“No. We need to talk about the fact I knew you got hurt, that I felt it,” he said. “Even in unmated partners, they can’t do that until they mate.”

“Dean. For the last time, I am not your true mate. It was probably a weird sixth sense or something,” you said. “You’re like a bodyguard. Maybe you’re just inclined to be protective of me.”

“Do you…” he said, squeezing his hand. “Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? To know your true mate doesn’t want you? Just...can you fathom that for a minute? God, I wish I’d never met you.”

He stormed out and you heard his door slam shut across the hall. 

“I wish I’d never moved here.”

“Y/N,” said Brody a few days later when he came over for dinner. “Sis...what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said quietly, returning to putting away the leftovers.

“Uh huh,” he said. You put away the last pot and hopped up the counter. “What’s up?”

“My Alpha neighbor thinks he’s my true mate. We went on a date and it was nice but humans don’t fit with your kind. Everyone knows that,” you said.

“Y/N. If this guy says he’s your true mate, he’s probably your true mate,” he said. “And there’s nothing that says humans are meant to be alone.”

“Brody.”

“Talk to the guy. I can guarantee he feels like shit,” he said. 

“I don’t have a mate.”

“You don’t have a mating bond. You still have a mate out there, apparently across the hall,” he said.

“Brody-”

He stood and walked out of the apartment as you threw up your hands. He returned two minutes later, grabbing your arm and dragging you outside and into Dean’s apartment. It was just like yours, the layout only opposite. Dean was sat on his couch, clutching a pillow.

“Do you know what happens when an Alpha’s true mate rejects him? This,” said Brody.

“He’s fine,” you said. “You don’t even know him.”

“Yeah, dude, I’m fine,” said Dean.

“You’re full of shit buddy and you,” said Brody, turning towards you, “You need to grow up. You’re human. Get over it.”

“I am done with everyone telling me how to feel and and that I need a mate and that I can have a mate. Well guess what? No, I don’t have a mate. I got tested. I have zero markers, not even a glimmer like other humans have. I am not anyone’s. Get that through your thick Alpha skulls,” you said.

You went back to your apartment and tossed your brother’s coat in the hall outside, locking the door before he could come back.

“Hey,” said Dean a few hours later. You glanced over at his balcony and wiped off your face, putting your back to him. “Sorry about your brother. I didn’t mean to cause a fight.”

“You didn’t cause it,” you mumbled.

“He understands and all,” said Dean. You didn’t move and heard him shuffle on his bare feet. “Maybe you were right. Maybe I’m just supposed to protect you. Maybe that’s all this is. It’s only one sided like you said.”

“I didn’t say it was one-sided. Plenty of people mate people that aren’t their true mate, Dean. I’m not saying you need to be with that person but you should stick with your own kind. I’m recessive in case you didn’t realize,” you said.

“Mating is a fancy word for biting someone in the neck. I can still do that, human or not,” he said. “Being mated though, that’s something different. You don’t have a bond gland. Maybe it just means your bond isn’t supposed to be physical.”

There was sound behind you and you crossed your arms.

“Maybe your mate is just really going to have to kick ass in the emotional bonding department,” he said. You looked over your shoulder and he smiled. “I’m not saying it has to be me. But you’re not going to give up on the idea of a mate. That one I’m not allowing.”

“I wish I was Omega,” you said.

“I don’t,” he said. You blinked and he smiled again. “I want you to be you. Happy you but we can work on that.”

“I didn’t reject you,” you said. He straightened up and you smiled. “It’s kinda really scary is all to have someone suddenly be completely in love with you and you don’t know why you can’t do that back.”

“You’re telling me,” he laughed. “So...friends again?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I can’t promise I won’t be so cynical again.”

“You don’t have to promise me anything,” he said. “However this ends up working out, it’ll turn out okay.”

Two Weeks Later

“Mmm,” you hummed, sniffing the air when you got home from work. It smelled like coffee cake inside and you smiled, a small pan of it sitting on your countertop.

“Well howdy,” said Dean, knocking on your open door as you took off your shoes. “Someday smells happy today.”

“You brought me dessert. That is a very quick way to my heart,” you said.

“I’ll have to remember that,” he said. “I may or may not have some very interesting news for you.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“I went and saw a geneticist today. You may know him it turns out,” he said with a smirk. You cocked your head and he leaned back against your wall. “So it turns out I have very healthy Alpha genes...and I have zero markers in my bonding gland.”

“What?”

“Zero. I know someone else with zero markers. Isn’t that interesting?” he asked. “Kinda like we match or something.”

“How do you have no markers? You’re Alpha.”

“Apparently markers don’t have anything to do with dynamic. I thought you might be interested to know that little bit of information is all,” he hummed, wearing a shit eating grin.

“Shut the door,” you said. He kicked the one beside him shut and locked it, smirking as you walked over to him. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“I agree,” he said. He kissed your cheek and ran his thumb over your neck. “Doesn’t change one little thing.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Glad we’re finally on the same page.”

“I thought Alpha’s were tops,” you said, pushing him back on the bed six minutes later, Dean down to his underwear as you broke apart from your kiss.

“Who said I wasn’t on top?” he teased, grabbing your waist and flipping you on to the bed. You sucked in a gasp, Dean chuckling when he leaned over top of you. “My little human.”

“Dean.”

“Alphas are possessive sometimes. I can’t help it,” he said, burrowing his face in your neck. “Smell so good.”

“I don’t have a scent though.”

“Yeah you do.”

“What is it?”

“Mine.”

You shivered and he smirked, scraping his teeth over your neck.

“Don’t worry, human. I won’t bite unless you ask me to,” he said.

“Why are you calling me human?” you breathed out as he picked at one of your bra straps with his mouth.

“Because you’re human and my mate,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “You have no idea how good this feels after waiting all these weeks.”

“Did it hurt to wait?” you asked. Your hand ran through his hair and he let out a huff on air. “Dean?”

“Honestly, yeah, a little. I got used to it. But now it feels so good,” he said. 

“I uh, this probably won’t come as a shock to you but I’ve never been with an Alpha,” you said.

“Been with a Beta?” he asked. You shook your head and he kissed your cheek. “Omega?”

“No.”

“Human?”

“There are barely any humans around,” you said.

“We’re gonna take this real slow then, human,” he said.

“I’m not you know...like I’ve done stuff,” you said.

“I didn’t say I had to teach you how sex works. I’m just gonna go real slow and get you very comfortable and maybe if I do a really good job of that, you’ll be able to take my knot,” he said, lips brushing over your ear. “Think you could take it?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. 

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s have some fun for now.”

“Alpha,” you purred, laying in bed beside Dean a while later. He hummed and gave you a gentle squeeze. “Does things to you when I say that, huh?”

“So many things,” he said, forcing his eyes open. “Not too rough for you?”

“No, not at all. I wish I could have taken all of you. I know that feels good for you,” you said.

“Yeah but that thing you did with your hand was pretty great,” he said. You smiled and kissed his nose, Dean tilting his head. “So. You want to try dating?”

“Okay,” you said. “One condition though.”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asked, lacing your fingers together. 

“If you need things, things only an Omega can do for you, you gotta let me help you,” you said. “Like a rut.”

“Alright. We’ll worry about a rut later,” he said. “Told you that you’d succumb to my charms.”

“Sure you did, Dean,” you said, shutting your eyes. 

“Thanks for giving me another shot, Y/N.”

“Thank you for changing my mind,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Alpha.”

_______

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THE CURSED OMEGA

PAIRING: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

SUMMARY: Omega!Reader wanted to live by herself so she went to her pack Alpha to allow her stand on her own feet. Her pack Alpha agreed but on one condition and that is if Omega!Reader wears a cursed silver bracelet to protect her. But to break the silver bracelet and the curse, she has to find a mate and get pregnant.

***

You and Dean are rivals. Dean being stubborn, arrogant, egoistical hunter, he doesn't appreciate a help from a stranger especially from a genius one. Not like you want to get involved with the cases that Sam and Dean are working on, but you’re already in the middle of the case when you bumped into the Winchester brothers. You can’t back off.

You truthfully do not understand what's wrong being a genius. Didn’t Sam a genius too and he helped him? And why is it a big deal every time you help them they're lost? Those times when Dean was paralysed or something, and you saved him from getting killed by monsters.

After hunts, after saying goodbye to Sam, you'd drive yourself far, far away from the Winchester brothers. Well, more like far away from Dean. But still, it’s like fate is bringing you back together no matter how far you run.

Sam and Dean knows you're an omega. They know a scent of an omega who puts on too much suppressants to hide themselves from drawing unwanted alphas. Neither of the Winchesters are bothered with your scent, good thing. Plus, they have worked with a few others omega hunters and they have worked with you on tons of cases, to know you. One of the reasons that you stayed with them once in a while is because they have never approached you the way other alphas did... That’s comforting enough for you as an omega.

Though being a hunter as an omega is not easy. You had to ask permission from your pack Alpha to let you wander around by yourself most of the time. Your pack Alpha cares about you a lot. When he finally decided to approve your request, he did put one condition: that is to wear a silver bracelet that your pack Alpha asked magician to put a spell on. The silver bracelet won’t harm you, but will protect you. You cannot take it off until you found a mate and get pregnant.

It was heavy, but being an independent woman, you've never thought of finding a mate to yourself let alone get pregnant. Hence, you agreed to your Alpha's condition and started to wear the bracelet. It's been 7 years since the time you put it on.

You do not have a problem for the first few years until you met the Winchester brothers. After a few times of accidentally solving cases together, Dean had to accept that you're a good hunting partner so you often follow them go back to their bunker. Despite being cold towards you, Dean let you sleep at a pretty nice guest room they have in the bunker. But you believed Sam talked Dean to it.

Often every night, you, Sam and Dean would sit together at the table and read through the books to find answers about mythical creatures that aren't myth; or about angels and gods and demigods and whatnot. One night, your bracelet gleamed, catching Dean’s attention, in which, it sparked his interest.

“Hey, nice bracelet," he said while looking at your wrist.

You quickly retreated your hand, hiding it from his view. You looked at him warily.

"Wait, is that silver?" he continued. His eyebrows furrows.

"N-No," you answered doubtfully. You did not know why you're defensive about your bracelet as if Dean is going to steal it from you.

Dean smirked. "Come on!" he said. "I know I'm not the smartest person in the room, but I'm not a fool." He laughed. "Where did you get that? It seems powerful enough not to weaken you. Is it fake silver or something? I suddenly want one."

"Uhm." You gulped. But then you faked yawn. "I'm going to sleep now. It's been a long day," you said while stretching up before standing up to retreat yourself to your room.

"What? Hey, we're not done yet!"

"Later, loser!" You gave Dean a peace sign while your back is facing him.

You really don't want to tell him about the bracelet. Now that you're older, it felt funny to talk about the spell your Alpha put on your bracelet. Because now that you're older, you realise that you want a family. You want an Alpha to yourself. You want to get pregnant. You’re suddenly mad at your pack Alpha for putting that stupid curse on your bracelet.

You locked your room door, just in case. This bunker is full of alphas and one omega. If anything happens, you're on you own.

Neither Sam nor Dean asked you about your bracelet again after that night. Sam respects you, but Dean is another story. To Dean, he knows that you won't be around all the time and he figured that if he is important enough, you'd tell. But if he’s not....so he ignored about your bracelet even though he is still curious.

***

Three nights at the bunker without going out because all three of you were busy solving a case, you finally found an answer. Once you and Sam found out how to kill a demon and Dean showed the strategy, three of you began moving. According to plan, you will be on the look out, fight and kill demons who get in your way, and be a backup. Meanwhile Sam and Dean go in and kill. You argued with Dean how it is dangerous for him and Sam to fight possibly 20 demons alone, but he insisted. At least, if they died, they do not have anyone to go back to. You clearly have your Alpha and your pack.

After 2 three hours on the look out, you managed to kill 3 demons with your custom made holy water bullets. You rogered Sam and Dean. You got feedback for a few times, until one moment where everyone is silent. The surrounding isn’t helping either because it suddenly went creepily quiet.

"Sam?" you spoke through your earbuds calling for one of the brothers. "Are you okay there? Do you need me to go in?"

Sam didn’t reply, unfortunately.

You started to feel edgy.

"Dean? Dean, can you hear me? Do you guys need me in there?"

The silence continued.

While you're worrying about Sam and Dean, while focusing on communicating with them, feeling edgy and frustrated, one thing you didn't realise is how you transmitted your scent and it become sharp. After years of knowing Dean, there's a different kind of worry you had towards him. It came from your heart. Maybe that triggers it.

Suddenly, you heard a loud growl behind you. You gasped. Your heart drummed inside your ears as the fast footsteps approaching you like lightning. In the dark, you saw a pair of angry bright yellow eyes preying you.

Instinctively, you run. You run as fast as you can from your chaser. From his scent, you know that he's an alpha. A familiar one, but through the daze, you cannot figure out whose scent it is. You did not know where he came from, but you're genuinely scared of him. All these times, you being a hunter, didn't even faze with other alphas, but tonight changed. He scared you to death.

The Alpha growled louder. "Stop!" he shouted. "(Y/n), stop running!"

Wait, do I know him? You wondered.

"Stop, (y/n)! It's me! It's Dean!" he said.

"No!" you shouted back. Seriously? When you're being chased by an alpha without warning, even though he claimed that he is someone you knew, you won't stop to believe.

You heard another frustrating growl from behind you before he jumped and launch towards you causing you both to fall, entangled on the ground with him on top of your back.

"Stop it, please!" he cried.

"NO!" you said through your greeted teeth, struggling to free yourself from his firm grip. "I won't!"

"Don't! My- inner- alpha- gets excited- if you run! (Y/N)!" he shouted your name at your ear causing you to startle to a stop. "I'm Dean. Please trust me."

You're panting on the ground. You felt the person's hot breath behind your neck and you shivered. After a while, when he didn't feel you struggling, he slowly lose his grip on you. He let you free, taking a space from you. You got up as well.

You slowly turned to look at the person as if a sudden move will cause you get be pinned again. His height. His hair. The shadow of his eyes. "Dean?"

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologised. "I don't know what triggered me. I- uh- Your scent. It’s.... it's driving me mad." He shook his head. His nose flared as he smells you from the distance you put between you and Dean. His heart raced in his chest.

"Maybe you've got the wrong person," you said, trying to deny Dean. You're on suppressants. Both the pill and the spray blockers. You were told that after years of taking them, your body might be immune with it that you won't give out your original sweet omega scent (although you're still taking them now for precautions).

"No. I believe I don't." Dean was so sure of himself.

You went quiet, do not know what to say or do. For the time ever, Dean is not yelling at you or arguing with you or complaining about you. He looks almost like he is admitting to you. That surprised you. You do not have any words to say.

Dean stared at you. "I-I hope this isn't so much to ask, but can I scent you?"

You quickly shook your head.

"Please, (y/n). Help me calm down. Please," he begged.

Yes, you can see that Dean is struggling. After a quick thinking, you agreed. You let Dean approached you and let him scented you.

"Haa." Dean sighed, putting him at ease.

***

It's been a few days of finding out that you're Dean's mate. You seriously do not know how it happened because you honestly didn't smell different on Dean. It's like the suppressants work opposite on you rather than on other omegas who can smell their mate, but not their mate to theirs. You're not comfortable sleeping with Dean, but that's the least you can do for him to calm himself down. It seems that every night he gets nightmares.

Good thing Dean didn't push you as well. Oh, except one thing.

"So, care to tell me how that bracelet of yours work?" he asked. "It doesn't hurt you at all, but it hurt me and Sam. And I believe it hurt many shifters, too."

You looked down to your bracelet, contemplating.

"Come on, (y/n). What's there to hide from me?"

"Well, if you want to know," you started.

You began telling Dean about it. How you wanted to be an independent omega and that your pack Alpha made you wear that cursed bracelet. You told him you weren't thinking properly back then. You wanted to be on your own so bad that you agreed to his term, but now, it started to feel funny.

"I need to breed you to break the curse," Dean more likely to state rather than asking. "You clearly made the wrong decision because you make me feel challenged, (y/n)."

You shivered. You didn't like to ear that from Dean. Somehow, it sounded scary because you know how an alpha could act when challenged.

“Did your pack Alpha mark you?”

You gasped sharply. “NO!” You glared at Dean. “I’m not marked. And I’ve never- never did that....that thing.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Your heats?”

“Suppressants. Pills. Everything that could help me get distracted.”

“No wonder,” Dean said.

"(Y/n)?" Dean called softly, getting you out of the trance. He sighed, sensing your stress. "Look, don't worry about it, okay? I won't go rough on you. We'll try to break it from time to time, alright?"

You nodded your head weakly, understood.

***

6 years later

It has been 6 years since you and Dean mated. You stopped taking your meds. You decided that it’s time to let your body work naturally. Of course, there were uneven heats, falling sick, imbalance hormones, you hated Dean without a reason and Dean ignored you for a few weeks, not understanding your emotions. Good thing you have Sam to talk to.

You and Dean continued to try to break your cursed silver bracelet. Dean would knot you when you're in heat. You'd let him knot you when he's in rut. Hell, you both even tried when you're in heat and Dean's in rut. However, it's still not working.

You started to feel down and giving up, sometimes. Not only because you can't break the curse but because you cannot get pregnant and give Dean an heir. You've talked to your pack Alpha to break the spell, but he said he cannot do anything. A curse is a curse. It's like it's promised and you have to fulfill it to break the curse.

You and Dean tried again last night since you're on your heat. Like always, you will wake quite later than Dean after having sex. Dean is already in the kitchen with Sam to prepare for lunch when you entered with your hair still a mess. You took a seat beside Dean and leaned into him.

Dean sighed in contempt, feeling your body against his. "Are you okay there, sweetheart? Did I go too hard on you last night?"

Hearing that, Sam snorted. He really didn't want to hear his brother's sex life.

"No. I'm just tired. Thinking too much," you mumbled through his neck. "Wish I could cuddle with you all day."

"I wish the same," Dean said. "But I gotta work, baby. Sam and I had that negotiation thing going on this afternoon. You want to join us?" It's not that you don't know that they're on a case.

You shook your head. "I feel like my body is changing from the inside for some reason." You sighed and you stretched your back and your neck. "It hurts everywhere and no, it's not because of you."

"Okay, then. You should get some rest. You've been working hard these days," Dean said softly as he caressed your back, knowing that helps you to soothe the pain.

***

You really do not know what's happening to your body. Neither sitting nor standing nor stretching nor even laying down on your back, soothed the pain. Every where hurts including your head. You felt dizzy and nausea from time to time, but didn't make you vomit, though.

You didn't have any appetite. You only make yourself a cup of hot green tea just to take down the nausea a little. Sometimes, you take the protein bar. You only ate them half way before putting it back inside the fridge. Then, you ate Dean's bacon. And still, you only ate two strips before putting the rest back to where it belonged.

You spend your time alone in Dean's room. Cuddling with his clothes while watching the TV. His clothes doesn't do much, but enough to make yourself calm and less dizzy. The nausea also slim down. Somewhere in the middle of watching a kid chasing a dog, you fell asleep and only to be woken up by Dean shaking you hours later.

"(Y/n)? Hey." Dean scratched the back of his head. His forehead is in million wrinkles, but his lips. They're a form of a smile.

"Dean. Hey, you're back." Your throw yourself at Dean and he quickly caught you and hugged you. You scented Dean, feeling your heartbeat calming down. "Ah. This is nice." Dean knows that that is your way of telling him that you missed you.

"Feeling better?"

You sighed with your eye closed. Now that you can scent Dean rather than his clone.

"Uhm, (y/n)?"

"Mhm?"

“Open your eyes.”

Slowly, Dean brought your broken cursed silver bracelet to your eyes, showing it to you. You frowned, didn't understand. You looked up at Dean with a questioning look. Seems that you're still in daze from your nap and your sickness.

"Sweetheart, your bracelet is detached from your wrist."

"Huh?" was your first reaction. But then, "Wait! My- wrist is free?" You beamed. "Oh my God! Yes! I'm free!" You cheered, laughing and giggling to yourself over the fact that you're no longer bound a magic spell - a decision that reminded you how stupid you were.

You turned to look at Dean, but he is not celebrating with you. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"No. I-I just-"

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked Dean softly, looking at him in the eyes, worried. Did I say something wrong?

That's when you felt Dean's hand, the one that is hugging you from behind, rested on your stomach. "Oh!"

"Yeap!" Dean slowly smiled.

"Oh my God, Dean! I'm-" Your hands ran over Dean's hand that's on your stomach.

Dean grinned when he saw you excited as well. "Yeap!" Dean chuckled. "Yes, baby, you're pregnant! We're having a pup!"

"Oh, Dean!" Your eyes started to water as you cupped Dean's face. "I'm really sorry I didn't- I was too happy with that bracelet, but then you-"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay," Dean said softly. His free hand thumbed your lips. Your silver bracelet is somewhere in the room, forgotten. "I love you."

You smiled before kissing Dean.

***

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Imagine Dean being your alpha seeing you dressed to go to the bar and he gives you...the look.

He didn’t want to claim you because “you could get hurt” fine. Let the Jackass think he was protecting you. You’d show him. 

You pulled up the strapless dress a little more before fixing your straightened hair and fixing your lipstick. You smirked and turned walking out of your bedroom shutting the door before putting your thin strapped purse on your shoulder which literally only contained your cell phone and like a $20 and your ID. Your heels clanked against the floor as you walked down to the library where Sam and Dean were. “Hey, going out. I’ll be back later......probably tomorrow. ‘kay?” you said gently tugging the bottom of your black mini strapless dress back down your thighs. Sam and Dean both looked at you and did double takes before Sam cleared his throat, his cheeks burning red and he got up. “I need a beer” he mumbled walking out. 

You tilted your head giving Dean a look. “I got my cell, call me if you need anything. Bye!” you turned heading toward the garage. Dean had been staring at you like you were the last drop of water in the dessert. “Y/N. You aren’t going out dressed like that.” Dean said coming after you. You scuffed looking back at him “Oh yeah who says? You? Didnt realize you owned me Dean,” you said walking out into the garage. 

“I dont own you but you....you cant go out like that!” Dean said a little louder. His booming voice stopped you and you turned seeing him looking at you with a heaving chest. “You....” You put your hands on your hips. “Say it Dean and I wont go......” you said. Dean flared his nostrils looking away. “I cant. I cant do that to you.” he whispered. 

You glared softly “Then I’m going to go find me an Alpha that can and wants to claim me.” you growled. 

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Her Saviours- Ch.31

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

HEED THE WARNINGS!!

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst. Violence. Kidnapping. Non-con touching. Assault and threats. This chapter could be triggering.

Bamby

You woke up with a groan, your head throbbing where you’d been hit. You could feel that you were lying on the ground. Slowly, you cracked your eyes open and took in your surroundings. Sure enough, you were on the dirty floor of a barn… in a cage.

Your heart began to race.

No, no, no, no. This was one of your worst nightmares. Being kidnapped, again. Not knowing why you’d been taken, though, scared you the most.

Being an unclaimed Omega meant you had a target on your neck. You were prime real estate for any hungry and vicious Alpha. You were also a good meal ticket for any spineless Beta. Omega runs and auctions were very illegal, but they weren’t nonexistent. You’d heard stories… you’d always prayed you’d never become one.

“Y/N?”

Turning to your left, you let out a relieved breath at the sight of Sam. Even though he was also locked up in a cage of his own, you were still glad to see him.

“Sam… what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head, moving as close to you as possible. “How bad are you hurt?”

“Just my head,” you assured him, knowing he’d be worrying about a lot of the things you were, too.

Even without a mark on your neck, you were a Winchester. You were part of the pack. Sam, Dean, John, they all worried about you like family. Hell, sometimes they worried about you more than they worried about each other. You were more vulnerable than they were, and more desired. The things that people do to your kind...

Never one to just sit and wait to be rescued, Sam turned to the door of his cage, grabbed some bars for leverage, and started to kick out with all his might.

You knelt by your own bars, holding them with a desperate grip and you watched him, hopeful and scared. He was your best shot out of this place.

A groan had you looking past Sam and over to the other cage. You hadn’t even noticed it until then, but now you could see the person huddled inside. You could smell them too.

Alpha.

“You’re alive.” Shifting in his cage, Sam moved closer to the guy. “Hey, you okay?”

The guy groaned again. “Does it look like I’m doin’ okay?”

Ignoring his tone, Sam asked, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” The guy shrugged, sniffing the air. “The country, I think. Smells like the country.” He paused and looked at Sam again, only to then look over his shoulder and to you. “You’re an Omega.”

Reflexively, you backed up in your cage. Even though you knew he couldn’t get to you, your instincts told you to pull back. You were an Omega locked in a cage, at this point any unknown Alpha was a threat.

Sam put himself between you and the other guy’s line of sight. “She’s with me.”

“She’s dessert for these assholes if we don’t get her out of here,” the other guy countered. He tried to look at you again. “Honey, I got no plans to hurt you. What I wanna do is get us the hell out of here,” he tried to assure you- his words did very little to ease your fears.

“You’re Alvin Jenkins, aren’t you?”

He nodded at Sam. “Yeah.”

Sam sighed. “I was lookin’ for ya.”

“Oh, yeah?” Alvin scoffed. “Well, no offense, but this is a piss-poor rescue.”

“Well, my brother’s out there right now, too. He’s lookin’ for us. So-”

Alvin cut him off, “So, he’s not gonna find us. We’re in the middle of nowhere.” He gestured to the door a few feet in front of your cages. “Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us.”

“What are they?” Sam asked. “Have you seen them?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Whatever’s got us, what’d they look like?”

“See for yourself.”

The door that led into the room opened then. Jenkins backed up into his cage, as far as he could get, much like you’d done the moment he’d spotted you. Only now you wished you’d had more space to back up into.

Two men walked into the room. They were dirty, mangled, covered in filth and a stench you could only describe as decay. Not death, but like the smell of a decaying body soaking in a pool of blood.

They were Alphas.

Your eyes began to water as one of them moved towards your cage, while the other moved to Alvin. Even though you knew he was screaming and yelling at the strange men, you couldn’t actually hear Alvin or Sam over the pounding of your pulse and panic.

“Pretty girl.” The Alpha that had approached you crouched down in front of your cage, grinning with yellow and rotting teeth. “Sweet Omega.” He sniffed the air and adjusted his pants, shifting the growing bulge behind his zipper.

You were shaking. Vibrating. Every bone, every nerve, every ounce of your being was terrified beyond belief. His stench, his leering gaze, you could practically read his thoughts as he continued to stare at you like he was a hound and you were a doe.

He was going to take you. In every way. He was going to force you and take you… and claim you. You were going to become his bitch.

The other feral Alpha stepped up and kicked at him. “Feed the bitch, Lee.”

Grunting, Lee rose and walked away, only to return with a tray of food. You stayed pressed against the back of your cage as the door opened. There was no way in hell you were even going to try to escape with those two right there.

A tray of food was dropped into your cage before the door closed again.

“Eat up, pretty girl. Gonna need the strength,” Lee grinned and laughed, joined by the other Alpha, as the two of them left the room.

“Y/N?” Sam was gripping onto the bars of his cage, watching you with panicked and worried eyes. “Y/N? Talk to me, baby.”

Still rattling with fear, you looked over at him as silent tears began to trail down your cheeks. “Sam… I’m scared.”

…

They were just people. Just Alphas. Honestly, you would have preferred some monster over a bunch of humans. Monsters had rules, they followed traditions, they always stuck by the book. Humans were crazy, unpredictable, dangerous.

Cowering in your cage, wiping at the tears that still fell from your eyes, you watched as Sam struggled and fought, doing everything he could to get himself free from his cage.

“What’s your name, again?” Alvin asked, watching Sam with an exhausted look on his face.

“It’s Sam.”

“Why don’t you give it up, Sammy, there’s no way out.”

“Don’t call him Sammy.” Your voice shook, but you managed to speak loud enough so Alvin could hear you.

You knew how much Sam hated anyone that wasn’t you or Dean calling him that.

Letting out a long and heavy groan, Sam finally managed to tear some metal tubing down from where it was connected to the lock system of the cages. A small piece of metal broke free and landed by his cage.

“What is it?” Alvin asked as Sam reached over to grab and inspect the piece of metal.

“It’s a bracket,” Sam answered, looking the piece over.

“Well, thank God, a bracket. Now we’ve got ‘em, huh?”

If you weren’t so terrified of the situation, you would have snapped at him. Even though he thought Sam wasn’t doing any good, at least he was doing something. Alvin was just sitting there giving useless and sarcastic comments that weren’t helping at all.

A click sounded as Alvin’s cage suddenly opened.

Shifting around, Jenkins moved closer to the opening of his cage. “Must’ve been short.” He crawled out, cautiously rising to his feet as he sniffed the air around him, searching for any sign of the other Alphas’ scents. “Maybe you knocked somethin’ loose.”

Watching Alvin, Sam shook his head. “I think you should get back in there, Jenkins.”

“What?”

“This isn’t right.”

“Don’t you wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah. But that was too easy.”

You agreed with Sam. You were no engineer or mechanic, but you were pretty sure whatever Sam had broken hadn’t been enough to open Alvin’s cage. If it was going to open anyone’s it would have been Sam’s. Something was definitely off.

Ignoring Sam, Jenkin stepped between the two of you and crouched down. “Look, I’m gonna get out of here, and I’m gonna send help, okay, don’t worry,” he assured you both as he then got back to his feet and started for the door.

“No, I’m serious. Jenkins, this might be a trap,” Sam called after him.

Alvin didn’t listen, though. “Bye, Sammy.” Pushing the door open, he slipped out.

You and Sam turned to each other, your fear still clear in your gaze. Suddenly Jenkins’ cage slammed shut, causing you to jump and press yourself against the wall of your own cage again.

“Shit.” Sam knew what that meant. If the cage closed then it wasn’t broken. The other Alphas had opened it and tricked Alvin, just like Sam had suspected.

Once more, Sam grabbed onto the bars of his cage and began to kick out.

“Sam,” your meek voice called out to him. When he didn’t respond, you tried again, “Sam!” Pausing, he turned to you. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

But he didn’t care. “I’m not gonna just sit here and wait for them to do something to you.”

“They’re… they’re gonna kill you aren’t they? They’re gonna make me a bitch.”

“I’m not gonna give up, Y/N. I’m gonna get us out of here,” he assured you.

Nodding timidly, you watched as he got back to work. Seconds later, you heard the sound of Jenkins screaming from somewhere off in the distance. Sam paused for the briefest of moments before getting back to kicking at his cage door, using all the strength he had.

…

Sam was out of breath, but he wasn’t giving up. He was kicking at whatever he could, grasping at things to try and break them. He was determined to get the two of you out of there.

Back pressed against the bars of your cage, knees against your chest as you hugged them to yourself, you watched Sam with watering eyes.

“Sam…”

“Yea?” he huffed, not giving up as he responded to you.

“I… I miss John.”

He glanced at you. “I know. I’ll get us out of here and we’ll find him. I promise.”

You took a deep breath. “No… I mean… I miss him… but I don’t,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you admitted something you’d been denying yourself for months, “I don’t love him.”

Sam froze, his attention snapping to you.

“I mean, I do. I love him. I just… he left. He always leaves. I’ve had time to think this past month and I realised my feelings have been changing. I… I hate what he’s doing. I hate that he knew I was coming of age and then he left. He left me knowing Dean would never dare defy his orders, and that’s left me… it’s left me feeling broken.”

His jaw clenched as he watched you, not daring to say a word because if he did you could very well stop telling him the truth.

Your head fell back gently, resting against the cage. “I… I’m tired. I had a whole month to myself, to think, and I realised that while I wanted to run back to you and Dean I knew it was going to hurt. Knowing I was never going to be his or yours because… because it’s up to the pack Alpha.”

“We’re gonna find Dad,” he finally spoke, thinking that was going to reassure you.

Instead, you scoffed, “Yep, we will, and maybe he’ll mark me, maybe he won’t.” You shrugged. “Either way… I’m going to be miserable.”

“Why would you be miserable if he claimed you? I thought that’s what you always wanted?”

Your head rolled as you could meet his gaze. “I thought so, too. But to be honest… I know I’m just a replacement for the soulmate he lost. And if he marks me, I know I’ll never have a free moment. I know I’ll be his before anyone else’s. And I’m scared that if he claims me… he’ll take me away from you and Dean, too.”

Sam watched you carefully, mind ticking as his eyes hazed over ever so slightly. His jaw tensed, your words not sitting right with him.

“Doesn’t really matter, though.” You shrugged. “Probably gonna become one of these Alpha’s bitches.” Your eyes fell to the dirty floor of your cage. “Or both of them.”

Turning back to the door of his cage, Sam gripped the bars before kicking out with a new strength. His whole cage shook as he fought with everything he had to try and break free.

“Not gonna let you become some bitch,” he grunted, not stopping as he continued to kick at his door. “Not letting anything happen to you.”

…

The door unlocked, causing Sam to top kicking and crouch on his feet in his cage as the two of you watched the door open. The two Alphas from before came in, sporting a rifle each as they both went to a cage each.

Lee aimed his gun at Sam while the other reached over to press a button that unlocked your cage.

You froze.

“Come on, pretty Omega.” The Alpha aimed his gun at you, gesturing for you to leave your cage. “Pa wants to meet you.”

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you got on your hands and feet before shakily crawling out of your cage.

“Y/N…” Sam was watching you, clearly panicked.

Glancing at him as you left your cage, you jumped as the Alpha next to you leaned in to sniff at your neck. He chuckled as he leaned in closer to lick tentatively at your pulse. Your eyes snapped shut as you flinched at the feel of his breath and wet tongue on you.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Sam growled.

Lee kicked at his cage to shut him up.

The Alpha beside you laughed harder before he grabbed you by the scruff of your neck. “Come on, Lee. Let’s get this bitch up to Pa.”

Not daring to fight them, you let the Alpha lead you out of the barn, following Lee as they walked you up some stairs and through a door, before you found yourself in a hallway.

Pushing you along, the Alpha behind you kept following Lee as he led you to what appeared to be a living room. A record was playing while someone worked away in the kitchen next to the living room. You could see the man, someone older than both of the Alphas with you, working away at chopping up some meat.

You knew that wasn’t just any meat… it was Jenkins.

“Pa! We got you the girl,” Lee called.

The man in the kitchen, Pa, stopped what he was doing and turned, grinning at the sight of you and the Alphas. You tensed as he started towards the three of you, wiping blood hands on his clothes as he walked.

“Let me see her.”

The Alpha who still had you by the scruff of your neck then grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. You whimpered at the sting of your hair being pulled and your head bending in an awkward position.

Pa stopped in front of you, taking in the sight. He hummed and gestured at your clothes. “Rip ‘em. Wanna see what we’re working with.”

Lee stepped forward, grinning and licking his lips as he pulled out a knife and reached for your clothes. You struggled as much as you could, not wanting him to hurt you, only to have the knife pressed against your throat instead.

Pa stepped closer to you then. “Darlin’ you got two choices here. You let my boy cut your clothes and let me see you bare. Or I let my boys tag team you right here right now. We don’t need an Omega bitch to breed right now, but they could use a slit to let off steam.”

Gulping down the urge to cry, you gave the best nod you could as a tear slipped out of your eye and down your cheek.

“Good choice.” Pa turned back to Lee. “Cut ‘em.”

Doing as he was told, Lee grabbed your clothes and tore them away until you were left in nothing but your panties. When he reached for them, Pa grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Save it for later. Don’t need you poppin’ a knot before you even get inside her.”

Lee looked disappointed but did as he was told and stepped back, letting Pa take in the sight of you. He nodded, as if he was expecting faults but was impressed there were none.

“You got good hips. Breeding hips. Omega hips,” he noted.

“Happens when you’re an Omega,” you countered.

He laughed at your sass. “Girl, you make me laugh but I suggest shutting that trap before I let my boys stuff it with their cocks.” Your mouth slammed shut. “You’re an obedient one. Not stupid. Someone got you trained up.”

“Guy downstairs has her,” the Alpha you still didn’t know the name of noted.

Pa sounded interested. “Thought we’d just picked up a couple ready to mate at the bar. Didn’t realise we’d picked up a couple.” He nodded. “Means you’ve been mated before. Won’t be a little bitch about taking knots. That’s good. You’ll show my Missy how it’s done.”

“Who… who’s Missy?” You couldn’t help yourself. You had to ask.

He chuckled lightly. “Missy’s my daughter. The last of the litter before my wife’s heart gave out. Been waitin’ for her to present but my boys can’t wait that much longer. See, Lee and Jared, they’re bloodthirsty like no other. But they crave more, and they ain’t easy to keep calm. Needed to find them a mate. And here you are.” His toothy grin made your stomach churn.

“Pa’s gonna let us play with you. Gonna mate and mark and claim you, like the bitch you are.” Lee was practically drooling over you.

“Sure am.” Pa gave his son a pat on the shoulder. “But we’re gonna have to wait for your heat. Gonna have to make sure it sticks. We’re doing this right boys.” He gave his sons a firm look. “Tradition.”

Jared and Lee nodded in response.

You were shaking against Jared grasp. You couldn’t believe what you’d gotten yourself into. This was every Omega’s worst nightmare. You were going to be claimed without consent and bred like some kind of animal.

“Until then, tie her to that chair.” Pa nodded over Lee’s shoulder. “Make sure she can’t slip out. Don’t want the same thing to happen like last time, do we? Took weeks to get you two to stop whining about that omega bitch. Ain’t my fault I had to kill her. You want something nice, you take care of it.”

“Yes, Pa,” both of his sons responded.

Your heart was racing as you thought about your fate now. You couldn’t escape. You’d only end up like the other Omega’s they’d apparently caught. If you tried anything they were going to kill you… if you were lucky. They’d probably do worse first.

Without making a move to fight, you let the brothers tie you to the chair they’d been ordered to use, while Pa turned back to the kitchen to get back to work.

As soon as he was sure he wasn’t been watched, Lee looked over his shoulder to make sure Pa was busy, before he turned back to you with a sick grin. “I’m gonna kill your Alpha. He ain’t got the balls to claim a pretty Omega like you, ain’t no way he’s gonna last five minutes into the hunt. Gonna kill him and then I’m gonna bring you his head and make it watch while I fuck you. Knot you.”

“We ain’t gonna claim until Pa let’s us. But we’re gonna play,” Jared added as he finished tying you up. Leaning in, he breathed in your scent, nuzzling your neck. “Ever had two Alpha cocks stuffed in that tight Omega cunt of yours?”

Lee chuckled. You watched him with watering eyes as he tentatively reached between your thighs and pulled your panties over enough so he could graze his calloused and dirty fingers along your slit. They mistook your repulsion as a shiver of heat.

“That’s right. Gonna take care of you and breed you like Alpha’s should.” Lee nodded, slipping his fingers past your slit until he brushed against your clit. Licking his lips, he looked down at where he was touching you. “Bet you taste sweet.”

“Like peaches,” Jared hummed, licking at your neck. He reached for his crouch, slipping his hand into his pants to touch himself.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought to stay as still as possible, not wanting to piss either of them off. Then you took a chance and spoke, “Can’t keep your promises if Pa catches you.”

The brothers paused, both of them looking at each other before glancing towards the kitchen where their father was working.

“If this is going to be my life, I… I know you’ll treat me good. Treat me how an Omega should be.” You felt sick, but you had to play the roll if you wanted their hands off you. “But if Pa catches you playing before he says you can… what if he wants to keep me for himself? I… I’d rather you two. You’re… you’re both so much better looking. You’d… you’d give me beautiful pups.”

Lee’s eyes went wide. “Pups.” His gaze landed on your stomach as his hand snatched away from you like you were suddenly made of lava.

Jared nodded, pulling away as he took his hand out of his pants. “She’s right, Lee. We want an Omega, we gotta prove we can handle it.” His eyes locked onto yours. “She’ll be ours tonight. After the hunt. Won’t be able to claim until her heat, but we can still mate her.”

Getting to his feet, Lee nodded as well. “We’ll see you tonight, Omega.”

The two of them left you sitting there then, naked and tied to the chair. You felt bile fill your mouth but you fought it back, swallowing it down as tears spilled from your eyes.

You’d bought yourself some time… but you had no idea what to do with it.

…

The sound of someone creeping closer to the living room had you tense and close your eyes as you prayed you could pretend to be asleep. It was barely discernible over the record that was still playing, but it didn’t matter. Maybe if you were asleep the brothers would leave you alone.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Dean’s hushed voice.

The way he was looking at you broke your heart. He hurried over, as quietly as he could, reaching for the ropes that bound you.

Shaking your head, you gestured to the keys on the table next to you. You’d spotted them during your time sitting here alone and recognised them.

“They’ll open Sam’s cage,” you explained, keeping your voice low so as not to be heard by Pa over the music. “He’s out the back, down in a barn. Get him.”

He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you here.” The tension in his voice made you want to cry.

Looking at him with a saddened and pained smile, you shrugged. “I’ll be okay, but you’re going to need the backup.”

Taking a deep breath, he hesitated a moment longer before pulling back to reach for the keys.

Floorboards creaked, pulling your attention away from Dean and over his shoulder. There stood a girl, barely in her teens, matted and dirty like the rest of the family. You knew in an instant that she was Missy.

Dean held a finger to his lips to silence her before she could utter a sound. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She grinned. “I know.” Pulling a knife out of practically nowhere, she slashed out, stabbing Dean’s jacket and managing to stick it into the wall, trapping him. “Daddy!” she called, alerting Pa.

“Jeez.” Dean struggled, but it was too late.

“Daddy!”

You were crying, wrestling against your binds as Dean managed to remove the knife and get a better hold of it, threatening Missy. Jared and Lee came around the corner then, surprising Dean as Jared managed to grab him from behind. Lee stepped towards them, only to have Dean jump up and kick him in the chest.

Pissed, Jared threw Dean into the wall, which caused the knife to fall to the ground. Taking the opportunity, Lee ran towards Dean, ready to grab him, however, Dean got him first, pushing him onto the ground. He then swung out, punching Jared in the face. Still on the ground, Lee kicks out at Dean, pushing him against the wall.

Still struggling against your ties, you watched as the three of them got up, the brothers circling Dean.

“I’m gonna kick your ass first,” Dean looked at Jared and then pointed to Lee. “Then yours.”

“Dean!” you yelled, but it was too late.

You hadn't seen him approaching, but Pa now stood behind Dean. Not missing a beat, he used the pan in his hands to knock Dean over the head, sending him to the floor.

When he was sure Dean was unconscious, Pa nodded at him. “Tie this one to a chair, too. Sit him across from the Omega. Gonna make him talk, and if he doesn’t wanna,” he looked up at you, “we’ll make her squeal.”

…

Pa was crouched in front of Dean, his back to you while he watched the Winchester slowly wake. Lee was practically bouncing next to his father, excited at the prospect of a kill. Jared however was behind you, hands on your shoulders as his fingers slid down every so often to touch the softness of your bare breasts.

He reached down a little further, catching one of your nipples. He hummed, pressing his hard crotch into the back of your head as he played with the bud. It was stiff, but not out of arousal, no you were shivering out of fear, and you were cold. But he didn’t seem to realise that, thinking you were reacting to his touch, when in reality he made you want to vomit.

“Come on,” Lee started. “Let us hunt him.”

Your heart was beating, panicked at the thought of them killing Dean.

“Yeah, this one’s a fighter.” Jared plucked at your nipples, making you wince. “Sure would be fun to hunt.”

Pa laughed at Dean who was coming to.

Groaning, Dean took in his surroundings. “Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me. That’s what this is about? You -- you yahoos hunt-” He froze, spotting Jared’s hands on you. The dark look in his eyes would have frightened you if you didn’t trust Dean with your life.

He was going to kill these people, or die trying. You hopped for the former.

“You ever killed before?” Pa asked, drawing Dean’s attention to him.

Jaw clicking as he clenched his jaw, Dean answered the question, not wanting to give them reason to do anything more to you. “Well, that depends on what you mean.”

“I’ve hunted all my life,” Pa started. “Just like my father, his before him. I’ve hunted deer and bear, I even got a cougar once. Oh boy. But the best hunt is human. Oh, there’s nothin’ like it. Holdin’ their life in your hands. Seein’ the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.”

Dean was repulsed. “You’re a sick puppy.”

“We give ‘em a weapon. Give ‘em a fightin’ chance,” Pa countered, as if that made things different. “It’s kind of like our tradition passed down, father to son.” He stood, moving over as Jared leaned down to sniff at your neck. “Of course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy.”

“Yeah, well, don’t sell yourself short. You’re plenty sloppy,” Dean snarled, eyeing Jared with poison in his eyes.

“So, what, you with that pretty cop?” Pa questioned Dean, watching as Lee stroked Missy’s hair. “Are you a cop?”

“If I tell you, you promise not to make me into an ashtray?”

The smile on Pa’s face washed away as he nodded at Jared.

Jared pulled out a knife, pressing it against my stomach, edging it closer to your panties.

Pa leaned in closer to Dean, but to the side so his view of you wasn’t obscured. “Only reason I don’t let my boys take you right here and now is that there’s somethin’ I need to know. But that don’t mean I won’t make you watch them tear this pretty Omega bitch in half.”

Dean’s eyes were glued to the knife that was now plucking at the elastic of your panties, slowly cutting through it.

“Tell me,” Pa tried again, “any of the cops gonna come lookin’ for you?”

Dean didn’t respond, his gaze not wavering from the knife. Your chest was heaving as you considered the two options. Either he answers and they kill him on the spot. Or he doesn’t… and they make good on their word.

“You think we’re jokin’, boy?” Pa scoffed. “You brought this down on my family. Alright, you wanna play games? We’ll play some games.” He looked to his sons before setting his eyes on you. “Cut ‘em.”

Doing as he was told, eagerly, Jared grabbed your panties with his free hand and cut through them, leaving you completely bare.

You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes as your gaze stayed locked onto Dean’s. He looked pissed… and broken. He looked so broken, like he’d failed you. It only made your fear and pain grow.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Dean warned.

Pa laughed. “Looks like we’re gonna have a hunt tonight after all, boys.” He knelt between you and Dean, his eyes on the former. “And you get to pick the animal. The boy, the cop, or the bitch?”

Jared stood behind you, leaning in to scent your neck as his fingers moved to play with your breasts once more.

Nostrils flaring, Dean snapped at Pa, “No ones fucking coming! No ones looking for us, alright? Now let her go.”

It wasn’t enough though. Pa shook his head. “You don’t choose, I will.”

Jared’s tongue snuck out to lick a trail along your neck as his hands went further down until he could grasp your thighs. He then forced you to spread them as Lee came over to crouch in front of you, taking a deep smell of your bare pussy.

You looked up at the ceiling, letting the tears fall as you shook with fear.

“Alright!” Dean yelled, causing the brother to pull back and watch Pa, waiting for their next orders. “Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!”

Pulling a key out from around his neck, Pa gestured to Lee to take it. “Lee, go do it. Don’t let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage.”

Grinning widely, Lee took the key with no hesitation and headed in the direction you’d come from when they’d brought you in the house. You cried as you watched him walk away, knowing he was no doubt about to kill Sam.

Dean was struggling in his chair then. “What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt him. You were gonna give him a chance.”

“Lee, when you’re done with the boy,” Pa called, causing his son to pause, “shoot the cop, too.” When Lee nodded and left, Pa turned to Jared. “You think you boys can clean this mess up? Or am I gonna have to kill the bitch, too?” he asked, nodding in your direction.

“We’ll fix it, Pa. Promise.” Lee stroked your hair. “Let us keep her.”

“You better prove yourselves today, otherwise she’ll be butchered up like the rest of them.”

“You hurt her or my brother, I’ll kill you, I swear,” Dean threatened. “I’ll kill you all. I will kill you all!”

Ignoring Dean, Pa stood and headed towards the hallway. “Lee!” he called… only to be met by silence. “Lee!” he tried again, but when he got nothing in return he looked to his other two kids. “Jared, you come with me. Missy, you watch ‘em now.”

Jared grabbed two rifles and handed one to Pa before they left you and Dean under the supervision of Missy who was holding her knife in her hand, looking between the two of you.

“Missy,” you whimpered.

She turned her full attention to you but didn’t say a word.

Still crying, still shaking, you pleaded with the girl. “Please… please can I have some clothes? I’m freezing, and I’m scared.”

“Daddy said-”

“He said I’m gonna be your brothers’ Omega, right? So that means they’re gonna take care of me, and I’m gonna teach you how to take care of them.”

The words made you want to be sick, but you had to do whatever it could to try and get you and Dean out of here, and then go help Sam. This was about survival now and the only way you were getting out is if you thought fast and acted faster.

“So… can you help me?”

Missy hesitated for the briefest of moments before nodding and turning to grab a blanket nearby.

It was a miracle what happened next.

Sam was suddenly sneaking around the corner. He pressed his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet seeing as I was the only one who had spotted him. He crept closer, waiting for Missy to get a better grasp on the blanket, before he jumped.

Getting a hold of the blanket, he wrapped it around Missy to keep her from using her knife. Holding her, he looked around desperately, trying to figure out his next move.

“The hallway!” you yelled. “There’s a closet.”

Not wasting time, Sam moved to the hallway, dragging the struggling girl with him as she snarled and screamed, before he threw her into the closet and slammed the door shut, locking her in.

He hurried back, then, moving to you without even so much as a glance at Dean.

Eyes wide, taking in your nakedness, he hurriedly undid your binds. “What did they do to you?” he asked desperately. “Did they touch you?”

As soon as your arms were free you threw them around him as you cried against his shoulder. Hard sobs shook through you as his warmth and scent wrapped around you.

Never had you felt so safe.

“I gotta help Dean,” he whispered in your ear.

Nodding, you let him go and watched as he helped free Dean. Neither looked at each other or said a word. Sam just worked while Dean waited, watching you with bated breath. The second he was free he was reaching for you, pulling him to you as he wrapped himself around you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, voice strained as if he was trying desperately not to cry. Leaning back, he stroked the back of your head and held you as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You cried against him, knowing you were safe, and cared for, and loved. No one was ever going to lay a finger on you again.

…

Dean had offered you his shirt which sat baggy on you like a dress, but seeing as the clothes you’d been wearing had been destroyed it was the only thing you had to wear.

Stepping outside, between the two Winchesters, you were met by the night sky and the cool air that came with it. Sam pulled you closer instinctively as Dean’s hand reached out so he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

Descending the steps of the porch, the three of you walked down the muddy dirt road, heading towards a woman who was headed your way. It didn’t take a genius to realise she was the cop Pa had been talking about.

“Where’s the girl?” the cop asked, talking about Missy.

“Locked in a closet,” Dean answered. “What about the dad?”

The cop hesitated before saying, “Shot. Trying to escape.”

You didn’t care. In fact, you were relieved. You kinda wished you’d been able to pull the trigger yourself. Hell, you wouldn’t have given him a chance to try to escape, you would have killed him on the spot.

…

You learnt that the cop was named Kathleen. She’d stepped to the side to call for backup while the brothers talked through what had happened so they were on the same page.

They kept you close, Dean’s hand in yours while Sam stroked your back. They didn’t dare ask you any questions or mention the state you’d be in. What you’d gone through was nothing but a silent thought between the three of you in that instant. If it was ever going to be mentioned it would be at a later date, for now, you were all glad you were together again.

“I think the car’s at the police station,” Dean sighed as Kathleen headed back towards the three of you.

“So, state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They’re gonna wanna talk to you,” she noted, looking at each of you before stopping on Dean. “I suggest that you’re all long gone by then.”

Dean nodded, understanding. “Thanks.” As she turned to walk off again, he stopped her. “Hey, listen, I don’t mean to press our luck, but we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?”

She scoffed. “Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car.”

“Sounds great to me.” Sam nodded, knowing when to give up. “Thanks.”

Before Kathleen could leave, Dean stopped her again, “Listen, uh… I’m sorry about your brother.”

“Thank you.” You could see tears in her eyes, but she fought them back. “It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth. But it isn’t really.” She shook herself, getting back to business. “Anyway, you should go.”

This time Dean didn’t stop her as she walked off to the side, letting the three of you walk away, heading for the bushes so you wouldn’t be seen by the coming police and feds.

“Never do that again,” Dean scolded you and Sam.

You looked up at him with wide and guilty eyes while Sam asked, “Do what?”

“Go missin’ like that.”

Sam scoffed, “You were worried about us. I mean, I get worrying about Y/N, but me?”

Dean just rolled his eyes. “All I’m sayin’ is, you vanish like that again, I’m not lookin’ for ya.”

“Sure, you won’t.”

You had to agree with Sam… Dean would always look for the two of you. You were pack.

The muddied ground got a little slippery, making you fumble a little as you tried to keep up with the brothers’ long stride.

Sam was quick to grab you, however. He grasped your elbow as he looked down at the state of you, barefoot and still practically naked. Huffing, he pulled off his jacket and helped you get it on. Then he was moving to crouch in front of you.

“Jump on.”

You froze, confused. “What?”

“Get on my back, Y/N. I’m gonna carry you.” The tone of his voice left no room to argue, so you did as you were told.

Stepping up to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against his back while his arms looped around your legs. He stood, pulling you up with him, holding you to him. You gave a little yelp as he adjusted you ever so slightly.

Looking over his shoulder, he grinned at you. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you go.”

Relaxing in his grasp, you rested your chin against his shoulder and breathed in his scent before Sam turned to his brother. Dean was watching the two of you patiently, no hint of jealousy in the air whatsoever. Then Sam was walking, taking the lead as Dean stayed beside you, watching and protecting from behind.

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Tattered: Spit and Sinew

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Soulless Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Written for: @spnabobingo​​

Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing

Written for: @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me a Story Bingo

Square filled: Something Unexpected

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5374

Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia​ for all her support. xoxo

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Soulless Sam

     Dean's huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don't know why he's so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa's smelling like bland beta pussy, so it's not like he's one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean's been busy, I've got to hand him that.

     "You're not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you've got on you," Dean decides. Called it.

     "Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way," I agree. But now Dean's looking at me like I'm speaking in tongues. " What?"

      Dean rolls his eyes.

      "What?!" I repeat.

      "Look, man, I know you've had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?" 

      I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same."

      "I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I'm getting the coffees now. Don't take too long, Mr. I'm Worth It." He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he's pissed, but it's actually kind of funny.

Reader

    Sam left in a rush and I’m too sore to care. My heat finally broke sometime in the night, but Sam kept going until I made him stop. The more I let the last hours run through my thoughts the more I think he was annoyed with me. There was the briefest moment when he was sucking on my pulse point that I thought I felt his teeth more than his tongue. 

    Did he almost claim me? Or was I imagining things? The throws of passion be damned. The thought alone terrifies me. I trust Sam. But I don’t think I can love him. Not the alpha he’s become since Dean left.

    I sleep until dinner time and slowly start to pack up my things.

    I leave the cabin behind, dusted with the dirt off my tires, knowing I’ll be back all too soon.

Two days later

    I use all my weight to bring down the service door, pinning the feral werewolf to the concrete by a decidedly shattered tibia and fibula. He snarls at me, claws reaching my pant leg before I can jump out of the way, slamming me to the ground. My ass breaks my fall, and I kick with everything I have in me when a shot rings out, echoing through the abandoned warehouse. I look up in time to see Dean Winchester put another silver bullet in the wolf’s back, straight through to the heart.

    Before I can even speak Sam’s hauling the door open beside me. His eyes are dark when they fall on me. I feel his silent reprimand and my inner omega cowers under his disapproval.

    “You alright?” Dean’s voice breaks through Sam’s thrall and I look down at my bleeding calf to give him an honest answer.

    I move to stand, a calloused hand finds mine and helps me the rest of the way up.

    “Yeah, just a few scratches,” I breathe out. “When’d you guys get here?”

    “Been tracking them for a few days,” Dean answered, stowing his gun in the back of his pants. “You find the den?”

    I swallow, look at Sam, frustrated he didn’t tell me he was leaving for a case. Or mentioning that his brother was waiting for him. 

    “Answer him, ‘mega,” Sam snarls low. 

    I can’t stop the way my head bows at his command. “They meet up at the docks, but never all at once.”

    “Hey,” Dean soothes. “You did good, alright?” He pats my shoulder, until Sam growls. “Cool it, Sammy.”

    Amazingly, Sam defers to Dean’s command. But Dean still drops his hand and turns away from me to drag the body out to be burned. Sam scents the air and watches as I pull myself together.

    “That fear is recent, you weren’t scared of the wolf,” Sam isn’t asking.

    “So?” I snap.

    “You shouldn’t be afraid of us.” Sam’s face softens in confusion.

    “Does Dean know where you were?” I whisper, stepping closer, unintentionally seeking his scent, his warmth.

    Sam inhales and pulls himself to his full height. “No, but this case, he came in angry. Let us handle the rest, okay?”

    “Like hell! I’m still a hunter. I tracked them! If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be on surveillance, asshole!”

    Sam nods condescendingly. “Fine. But I’m not going to baby you. You want to be a hunter; you’re not an omega in the field. Not to me.”

    “Good,” I reply and stomp away to help Dean finish with the body.

Dean   

    She’s favoring her left leg as we approach the old shipyard. I can’t get the scent of her out of my mind, but Sam’s keeps creeping in to ruin its spell. I’m feeling like something between a third wheel and a load bearing wall; they’re not even friendly. What the fuck were they doing in that cabin, then?!

    I breathe deeply, focus on the hunt, and fight every instinct to protect her. Try and let her be her own person. This is why she hid from us for all these years and I have no right to question her abilities now. But biology is almost impossible to override, especially in the heat of battle. They have a scout that makes us before we clear the pier, voices and snarls pierce the night, fifty yards off.

    I signal Sam to take point, while she and I flank. He rolls his eyes, but moves into position. The anger burns again in my gut. She makes a noise behind me and I spin to see her pinned to the chest of a burly wolf. He’s scenting her as she struggles against his clawed hand over her mouth.

    “You really have a death wish, Balto,” I spit and cock my gun.

    “What am I supposed to do? Ignore the fresh meal you bring to my front door?” His smokey voice makes the hairs on the back of neck stand. My vision narrows and I don’t blink before I fire at his leg. He buckles instantly, freeing her from his grasp. But he rebounds faster than I thought possible, rushing me before I can aim at his chest.

    I hear another gunshot, farther away. ‘Sam’s busy’ is the only thought I have as the thick stink of wet dog pummels me to the creaking dock. I shove him as best I can, using his momentum. He gets his claws in my jacket and I am left with no option but to headbutt the mutt. He falls, snarling on top of me, pinning me to a pile of canvas covered equipment.

    “Roll!” She pleads somewhere to my left.

    I thread my legs into his and squeeze. His hands, stuck in my layers of fabric, can’t stop me from wrenching his body into position. I flinch as she buries three bullets into his back. My sigh of relief is cut short by his body sagging against mine. Fucking disgusting. I drag myself out from under him and she’s slapping my gun back into my palm. She’s already booking it towards Sam.

    She runs full force at the wolf that has Sam by the hair, tackles it to the ground. Sam practically screams as a big chunk of his hair goes with them. I pop off two shots into one that was too invested in watching to notice me. Sam stumbles over to where she’s wrestling with the apparent leader. Sam kicks him square in his ribs and drags him off of her. My ears are ringing as I watch her stand, only vaguely aware that Sam is wailing on the guy instead of just ending him.

    She barks something and Sam and the wolf freeze.

    Everything stops and she whips her head over her shoulder and nods at me. I never was the smart one. Finally, I shoot, realizing too late she was giving me an opening.

    Sam’s heaving and I’m dizzy, but she’s smirking like the cat that got the cream.

    Sam looks at me and back at her and turns towards the car. What the fuck?

    “You good?” I ask, seeing her more than favor her scratched up leg now.

    “I will be.” She doesn’t look me in the eye. I swallow back all the things that are trying to escape.

Reader

I feel dumb having Dean follow me back to my room. But there is also no way I can stitch my own leg up, not entirely. Sam said he wasn’t going to baby me and boy, he wasn’t lying. After I got the patch of his scalp to stop bleeding, he wouldn't even look at me.

Fine, I shouldn't care he's so closed off. But fuck, I do. Dean's cagey, hasn't stopped moving or checking on us since we weighted and dumped the bodies. 

"I'll get some sleep shorts on, give me a minute?" I ask, pawing through my bag as Dean takes in the elaborate decorating job at this fine two star establishment.

"Sure, yeah. Don't need to cut the jeans off ya or anything."

"Shit! I left my first aid kit in the truck, there's some fishing line if you think we'll need it." Dean nods and heads back outside. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head of his alpha worry. The amount of uncomfortableness between us is stifling. 

It's odd how suddenly alone I feel while I quickly change out of my ruined jeans. Like he is supposed to be there. Or maybe I just miss my time with Sam already and all this time with alphas unsuppressed has my body telling my head hormonal lies. Like maybe I’m not better off on my own.

Dean returns and I lay face down on the bed. I shiver against the early morning air that follows him in. I shift, letting him see the extent of the wolf’s claws for the first time. He lets out a low whistle. I know it’s bad, but having another hunter agree makes me that much more anxious.

“Here.” Dean hands me the bottle of acetaminophen I keep with my medical supplies. “Want anything to chase it with?”

I shake my head and swallow the pills dry. My liver doesn’t need a challenge at the moment.

He speaks before he touches me, straight and to the point, and yet impossibly soothing. “Alright, slugger, try and stay still for me, alright?”

I flinch as he drags the alcohol wipe down the length of my calf. He blows a cool jet of air over the mangled flesh, my heart thuds in my ears at the intimacy. Thank God he can’t see my face. It’s sweet and somehow sexy all at once.

“You’re lucky he didn’t get your Achilles’, some of these are pretty deep,” Dean pinches my skin together and starts stitching, he threaded the needle without me even noticing. “You know, me and Sam usually just pour some liquor on it and use floss. This is quite the efficient little kit you got here.”

“Floss?! Are you serious? What, you wanna keep your wounds minty fresh?” I laugh at their idiocy, but he snags on an out stroke and I have to fight from chewing him out.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the apology rolling off of him. I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me, dark and concerned in the crappy light. 

“‘Sokay. Just keep going,” I plead, breathing deep through my nose. Dean continues in silence. I count the stitches in attempt to distract myself from the pain and the increasing frustration that Sam isn’t here for me to hold on to. I internally kick myself for thinking of him as a comfort. I close my eyes and breathe through it. Dean’s both quick and careful and before I pass out, he asks me to flip over so he can finish wrapping me up in an ace bandage.

“You’re all set,” Dean pinches my other knee reassuringly. He slowly meets my gaze, and I get a little lost in the way his eyes shift with the light.

“Thanks, I would have butchered them if I tried to do it myself.” I’m repeating myself, but I needed to say something.

“No problem. You saved our asses out there, least I could do.” Dean tucks away the supplies one by one. “Anything else need fixing?”

I cock my head in confusion.

Dean gestures to my throat and chest. “Those are all old news? They seem--- consensual, just checking you didn’t get any other type of bite tonight.”

My hand slides to my neck defensively, of course, all of Sam’s hickeys and nips are on display now that I lost my jacket and thermal. “I’m good.”

Dean nods and looks at what he’s doing. “I know it was Sam, Y/N. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I knew before we even ran into you tonight.”

“You knew,” I say disbelievingly. “Then why did Sam leave all of the sudden? If you knew he was with me, why’d he have to leave me alone to sleep off the rest of my heat?”

“Your heat. Sam was---- helping with your heats?” Dean scented the air, eyes narrowing at the visible frustration in your voice and the silent pain on the air.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have hid for so long, but being an omega fucking sucks. And when Sam found me and asked me to help with his rut, I caved, then it just sort of kept happening,” I explain, hugging my knees. 

“His rut. Sam doesn’t have ruts. Either he lied to you or you’re both trying to make me insane,” Dean snaps.

“He said the same thing. Hadn’t had one in years. I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been through it with him, once totally in control and once where we synced. So not the best judge of things, but if that wasn’t a rut, I don’t want to know what a rut is.”

Dean inhales sharply and the whole room shifts. “Did he--- did my brother hurt you?”

    I pause because I know what he’s asking and it’s not like he thinks, but at the same time I can’t look Dean in the face and lie. “Noooooo.”

    “Some of those had to hurt, I can fucking see teeth marks in places. And not the places I should see ‘em, if you know what I mean.” Dean sits on the other bed, rests his elbows on his knees.

    I shake my head and look away, embarrassed and sad in the sudden reminder that I wasn’t claimable. That whatever Sam and I are, we’re not THAT. I whisper thickly, “it’s not like that. We’re not---- together.”

    “And yet, you’re synched,” Dean deadpans. “Look, I’m the last guy to give relationship advice. But you deserve better.”

I look him dead in the eye. How dare he?! “It beats sweating and crying my way through every heat alone in the woods. Ten years, I was hiding what I am. Now, at least, I don’t have to suffer by myself.”

“Tell me being with him and not being his isn’t torture. Cuz I can see it on your face. You want the whole nine, but Sam’s only good to you for the few days a month you need him, isn’t he?”

“What does it matter?! We’re hunters, none of us get real families. That’s for the people we save.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I think you deserve a chance at it. You’re still young.”

“So is Sam. Hell, so are you, Dean!”

He softens at my words, he shakes his head and bites his lips. “I’ve got the closest I’ll ever get. And it’s not ideal, but we both know where we stand.”

“What’s not ideal about that?” I huff, jealous vitriol heavy on my tongue. Cautiously Dean drags himself on to the bed beside me, watching as I pout. Something about his proximity makes me feel exposed, yet safe at the same time. “You ever get sick of watching other people? Watching all the happy families or what’s left of them wave us off? Knowing you were made for that kind of life, but never get to have it?”

Dean hums and pulls me to his chest, tucks me under his chin and squeezes me tight. His scent floods my system and I relax under the steady beat of his heart. He’s leather and motor oil and fresh laundry, while Sam is wilder, musk and earth with a hint of sage. I’d know them blind. So when Dean’s lips find my temple, I try not to let my body respond. But as his hot breath trails down to my ear, I can’t stop myself from turning to face him. 

His eyes are clouded and his mouth is open, his fat bottom lip is pink and plump and I shouldn’t be thinking about the way that mouth soothed my aching skin as he blew along my wound. I’m in a fog of maybe when I nuzzle against the side of Dean’s face, docile and waiting. He kisses me first, but I take it deeper, holding his face to mine as I twist to get onto his lap. His strong arms wrap around me and I moan into his open mouth.

“I need you so bad,” he admits, almost sheepishly. “Wanted you for years. And then you had to go off with Sammy----”

“I didn’t know,” I beg forgiveness, suck his tongue into my mouth and stroke it with my own.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Dean half laughs as I drag his shirts over his head. I instantly scent him, lapping at his thick muscles as I go. He lifts my chin and maneuvers me away from him, eyes staring into me like none other. “Tell me you want this. Because I swear, if you let me, I’ll make you forget everything my brother’s ever done.”

I can’t hide my surprise at his words, but he feels so good underneath me. Something between us tells me that Dean wouldn’t ever hurt me. Not like Sam does without even noticing. And that’s not even counting the way Sam manhandles me.

“Somebody’s a little competitive, I see.” I purr in his ear, running my hands over the hills of his biceps.

Dean stills and swears against my forehead. “I just don’t like to see you hurt. Not when I can help it.”

I rock against him, and kiss him more with my teeth than my lips. Tongues and gasping breaths get us going. The hot, flush press of his chest against me, keeps us climbing. I feel my slick start to soak my panties as Dean slides a calloused hand up my bare thigh. God, he’s so gentle I could scream.

In a blur he spins us, dropping me onto my back in the center of the bed. He stands decidedly and starts to undo his belt. I watch transfixed, knowing the rest of him is just as gorgeous as what I have seen and felt so far. He stops just as he’s about to drop everything, bent over he smirks at me. “You enjoying the show? Because I’m kinda waiting for one myself.”

I blink suddenly, clearing my head as I start to take off my own clothes. Nearly missing the immaculate curve of Dean’s ass as I lose my tank top. Dean has to sit to get his boots off, but soon enough I’m naked and back in his lap. Drunk on the way his smooth skin feels against every inch of mine. 

I rub against him shamelessly as he starts in on my tits. His lips are so decadent and his tongue is divine. He cradles each of my breasts, weighs and measures them. It seems he finds them equally worthy of his worship. I squirm and shake as he starts to take me apart. Dean watches my face as I continue to grind, covering his length with my desire. It’s like I am some kind of mystery and he can do nothing else until he’s solved it.

He just needs more clues. He releases my nipple with an obscene pop, his spit instantly cooling on my skin. My nerves are a live wire. I need him to keep touching me to stop me from overloading. And graciously, he does. He snakes a hand behind my head and kisses me, slow and sternly. Like a promise. 

He pulls away. “As much as I like seeing you ride me, I’m not gonna let you do that right away. Can you lay down for me, honey? There’s somethings I need to see to first.”

I whine petulantly, throwing my head back in exasperation.

“Please?” He asks so earnestly. God, if he wasn’t so damn pretty.

“Fine! But remember, paybacks are a bitch, mister,” I try and warn before flopping sidewise and climbing up to the pillows. Dean gives me another whistle, but this one tells me something else entirely. I arch my back and present for the briefest moment, before slinking onto the sheets. Devilish and coy, I cross my legs, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You sure about this? Sam’s probably not gonna want to share,” Dean double checks. 

“And you? Do you share?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Only if you’re into that sort of thing,” Dean admits, leaning onto his hands as he slowly slides over me. Wonders never cease.

“Listen, I’ve just gotten used to the whole being knotted thing, I don’t think I’m ready for two quite yet,” I explain as I settle beneath his amused gaze. “Nor do I want to think about your brother right now. I thought I was supposed to be forgetting anyway?”

Dean hangs his head and nearly giggles. “Yeah, well, I was getting there.”

“Right,” I tease. And he kisses me quick, probably just to keep me quiet as he wrenches my legs apart. 

He looks me over, west to east and north to south, before glancing up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Fucking beautiful,” he practically cheers as he falls face first onto my cunt. He starts slowly, like he is cleaning me up just to spread me open and gets dirty all over again. Then he starts sucking and nipping, fingers brushing against my entrance and my ass, tantalizing and shallow. I’m already fisting the sheets when he slides two thick fingers into me and nudges around until he finds the trigger. He pulls my clit into his mouth and holds it there, swollen and ruddy, I writhe from it all.

“Easy, now,” Dean purrs. “Just getting started.”

Ass.

Every inch of me is trembling with want and he just keeps taking his time. His voice vibrates through me and the rope of pleasure he’s drawing out of me keeps tightening. I come like a wave cresting the shore, deep and satisfying and gone too soon. Dean finger fucks me through it as I spew obscenities at the ceiling. He’s enjoying himself too much down there, chuckling as he tries to start over.

“Come on, you’ve got more in you than that,” he challenges. I whimper as his tongue takes wide strokes up my pussy. His pinky finds my ass and I moan at the stretch. 

“Alpha---” I try to be stern, but end up begging. “Baby, please? I need you, I need your knot.”

“You sure? Because I gotta say, I kinda like it down here.” Dean watches me as he groans over the taste of my slick. It’s the filthiest compliment I’ve ever received and a fresh pool of it rewards him for it. But I’m so empty, even shaking around his fingers I still need more. I need Dean.

Finally, he gives in.

Dean

    I ease inside her and everything else disappears: sight, sound, gravity and the rest of my upstairs brain. Her scorching heat holds me tight, and I just have to kiss her again, thank her properly. She giggles and I feel like the luckiest idiot that I get to hear her like this, get to feel her, watch her as she settles beneath me. She’s a fucking sight, her legs wrap around me, nudge me impossibly deeper. And I remind myself to breathe. Can’t tap out yet.

    She whines my name. And it’s my turn to laugh. I shuffle us in, arms tight to her sides, boobs nice and inviting against me. I nip at her jaw, and just like that she gives me the entire length of her neck, smooth and unblemished. I push in, feel her shiver under each pull of my lips. I want to take my time here too, tease her until she’s begging again. But she’s clenching around my dick, causing my vision to starburst. 

    “Move,” she groans, grinding against me.

    I blow a single stream over her collar bone until I’m lightheaded. Letting myself lean into her, too dizzy to care she’s changed my orbit. I slide out, watching her and daring her to complain. I’m just doing what she told me to. Her nails find the back of my neck, chastising.

    I suck on her tits, stay notched barely inside her, so fucking hard, but still as can be. She moans and slips her hands through my hair. I’m so high I might be purring. It’s some mushy sunshine shit, but God, I ain’t stopping. I tongue a nipple lazily, taking in the point of her chin as she arches both away and into me.

    I slam into her, move us a few inches up the bed and see her eyes fly wide. It’s go time. Alpha up. With her legs locked around my waist, I kneel. Her ass is off the bed and I start us off, slow and driving. She’s warm apple pie and a limited edition live recording all at once, comfort and revelation, indulgence and a precipice. I hope she feels it too. I kiss her quick, need her closer, however briefly. I drop back to my hands, planking, I roll my hips, dragging up along that front wall, hoping to catch where she needs me. I see her eyes flutter and I can’t stop from grinning. Bullseye.

    I do it again, once, twice, until her wounded leg locks straight and she’s working against herself. I ease back, just far enough to get a hand between us, thumb her clit like I would the back of her hand, gentle swirls until she's bucking up and cursing at me. Fuck, that’s even better than the last one. I hum as she gasps through it, keep myself as deep and steady as I can.

    If my knot wasn’t burning between us, I’d think I’d already come. It’s that good. I lean down and nuzzle her nose, give her my breath and take hers instead. I speed up, my balls smack her ass obscenely. But I hold her close. I taste her on her own lips. She keeps me drugged on it through repeated contact. I take the hits while I can. Lick into her mouth to stop her from squealing as my knot pops, sending her over the final ledge. She howls and then impossibly, I taste blood. I open my eyes, before I realize what the blood means she’s singing my name, my title, the melody of the universe.

    I tongue the wound, seal it with a kiss, by spit and sinew we’re joined. I feel her inside my head, my heart marches beside hers, the rhythms slowing as we both come down. I watch her for signs of panic, of regret, or rage. But she’s all easy smiles and soothing fingertips. I kiss her to get a break from all the love I feel in her eyes. It’s too much. And I’m nothing if not unworthy. But her touch tells me otherwise. Her body anchors me, supports me, rebuilds me, bone by bone until we both understand and accept the bond. 

    “Is it---,” I start.

    “It is,” she reassures. “We are, now.”

    Ever so carefully, we roll, she drapes herself over my torso as we wait out our biological lock. I breathe her in, her scent has changed, hints of me already apparent.

    Suddenly Sam’s face floods my mind, knowing what I’ve done to my brother, I retreat further into my own head as I lay with her tucked under my chin.  It isn’t until I’m pulling out from her swollen, cum soaked depths that I remember Lisa’s name. I fall onto my stomach, hide my face in a pillow and wait for the inevitable guilt to find me. It doesn’t. Instead, she nips at my nape and I curl onto my side, let her be the big spoon and fall asleep clutching her hand over my heart. Both sated and clearly insane.

Soulless Sam

    I’m sitting in the parking lot in my car, just waiting for them to wake up. I knew this would happen, could see the way she wanted him. I’m not angry, not exactly. But something is making my stomach roll. I jacked off sometime after four, scenting the pair panties I’d stolen during her last heat. Knowing she was taking my brother’s cock all the while. Even coming all over her strappy blue lace didn’t help.

    I wasn’t going to get her into bed again. Not now. Now that Dean had stepped in. It wasn’t jealousy, but closer to annoyance. Like he’d touched my things without permission. But I knew she wasn’t mine, not really. Maybe I just have a headache. Sometimes I miss sleep.

    They stagger out at quarter after nine. It must have been a good time, Dean doesn’t usually lie in with a one night stand. But by the sheepish looks on their faces, I know they are hiding something. I remember why Dean went with her in the first place and try to be conversational. “Your leg seems better.”

    She shifts from foot to foot, hand on the back of her neck like she’s holding herself up. “Yeah, not too bad after all, I guess.”

    “Listen, Sam,” Dean tries to steal my attention, but I can hear her heart beating faster by the second. 

    “What’s wrong?” I ask her, sensing her fear, checking for danger.

    “Nothing, really,” Dean answers. “It’s just circumstances have changed. And we didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did and we need you to know---”

    “You guys fucked. What did you think was going to happen when you went to her motel room? Light as a feather, stiff as a board? Dude, it’s fine. She can do what she wants.”

    “She is right here!” She cuts in. “And that’s not what he means.”

    “Oh, you guys are like a thing now?” I look to my brother and he’s rolling his eyes. “Does that mean she’s hunting with us forever?”

    “What?! No! I don’t know!” Dean flipflops.

    “Sam, we’re not just a thing. Dean and I,” she looks at Dean like he’s something amazing. And all I want to do is leave. This is taking forever.

    “I claimed her, Sam. We’re bonded. So, yeah, she’s coming with us. As long as she wants to, I mean,” Dean adds the last bit in a rush.

    “I see.” I’m not supposed to call him an idiot to his face, I’m pretty sure that is not a safe course of action. “Okay. Breakfast?”

    Food is always a good change of topic with Dean. Finally, we leave.

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Chapter 3: Death, Sex, Rebirth

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s Writing Challenge

Missy’s 2500 Followers Writing Challenge!!

So yeah, I didn't expect to reach 2500 followers! What a crazy ride this has been. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. You have been so patient with me as I’ve been struggling to write and finish some fics. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I would have left Tumblr last year.

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, or AU and Movie Quote that you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)

Please no sad endings (Ex: death)

Must be a one-shot or new fic

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s long

Only two authors on each quote. (If this fills up I will open it to 3 authors)

Due date:  9/30/21

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missy’s Writing Challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

General Kirigan (Darkling)

AU’s

Mob - (Zemo - @animnerd )

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter - (Steve - @starbuckie )

Bartender (w/trope 1/Nat - @lovelyavengers​​​ ) & (Bucky - @dollslayer )

Royalty (w/trope 6/Steve - @ironlady1993​ ) & (Bucky/trope 5 - @silver-pieces )

Vikings (Steve - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers (Steve - @babymango-writes​)

Sex pollen - (Bucky- @gogolucky13 ) & (Ransom - @onlyjamesbarnes )

First Time

Annoying Neighbor

Love at first sight

Evil Twin

Hate Sex (Bucky - @buckyswillow )

Opposites Attract - (Ransom - @drabblewithfrannybarnes )

Movie Quotes:

Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. / How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. (CA) - (Biker Thor - @boxofbonesfic )

Cause I’m with you, till the end of the line - (CA:WS)

So you’re telling me there’s a chance - (Dumb & Dumber) - (Steve/trope 3 - @americasass81 ) & (Bucky/au 2/trope 3 - @metalbuckaroo​ )

That escalated quickly - (The Anchorman) - (Dean W./au 5 - @wonder-cole​​ ) & (Dean/trope 6 w/abo - @holylulusworld )

I understood that reference - (The Avengers) - (Steve/trope 8 - @donutloverxo​​​

It’s not a man-purse. It’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one - (The Hangover)

Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? - (The Avengers)

Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it - (The Guardian of the Galaxy)

You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay - (Ironman 3) - (Dean W - @navybrat817 )

Before we get started, does anyone want to get out? - (CA:WS) - (Sam Wilson/au 4 - @fuel-joy )

We know each other! He’s a friend from work - (Thor: Ragnarok) - (Andy/trope 5 - @cptn )

I have nothing to prove to you - (Captain Marvel)

I can’t control their fear, only my own - (CA:CW)

I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission - (CA:IW) - (Ransom/trope 4 - @lokislastlove )

You make me happy. Even when you're awful, I would rather be with you, even the you that you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world. - (Me Before You) - (Thor - @blackberrybucky​​​ )

Person 1: I like your knife, I'm keeping it. / Person 2: That was my favorite knife. (Guardians of the Galaxy) - (Bucky- @jobean12-blog)

Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook) - (Bucky - @deaan )

I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. - (The Vow) - (Dark!Thor x Black Plus-sized Female Reader/Trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon​ ) & (Bucky - @joannie95 )

Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy - (My Best Friends Wedding) - (Bucky - @angrythingstarlight​​) & (Dean W/AU 3 & 6 - @danneelsmain​​ )

Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you - (Great Expectations) - (Brock - @nekoannie-chan​​) & (Darkling/trope 5 - @princessofdarkwinter​​ )

Thank you @happygowriting​​ for the amazing header! Go check her out!

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[mummybear]

Mated In The Darkness

Words: 2102

Warnings: ABO, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Claiming, Smut, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

Summary: When You and Dean go on a hunt, something goes wrong. Which means that something happens that will change everything between you and Dean.

A/N: This is for Bee’s 5K senses challenge @negans-lucille-tblr Congratulations babe! Love you loads! You deserve every one and a shed load more! Enjoy my love! :D (My Prompt was - I’m not trying to stop you, love, but if we’re going to do anything tonight, we might as well just fuck. And my sense rule was - SMELL - Your fic must include A/B/O dynamics

Ko-Fi - (Here) :)

You knew you shouldn’t have gone on this hunt alone with Dean, Sam had warned you that it was a bad idea. With your heat being due any day now, you were at risk. Sam was injured, so you’d had no choice, unless you wanted Dean to go it alone, which you didn’t. Even if he’d insisted he’d go alone, you were sure that had more to do with his stubborn Alpha brain trying to take charge. 

The three of you were all un-mated, but luckily Sam was a Beta and most of the time the three of you got along more than fine. You and Dean had made sure to keep yourselves separate and distanced when he was in rut or you went into heat.

Dean had only just managed to get a message to Sam and turn on his cell tracker, when you’d both noticed you were being followed. Minutes later the demons had come from nowhere and gotten the upper hand on you, knocking you out with one blow. When Dean had tried to get to you he’d been slammed against the wall so hard, that he was knocked unconscious instantly. 

You wake up with a groan, trying to take in your surroundings, the trouble was, wherever you were being kept was pitch black and you couldn’t see very much. The floor is tacky beneath your hands as you crawl across the cold floor. There’s also a faint smell of blood in the air, one that unfortunately gets stuck in the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as a wave of nausea rolls through your stomach, you know better than to think it’s the smell in the air that’s causing it, especially with the way that your skin has become heated and the sweat is clinging to your skin. 

Biting into your bottom lip you force down a moan as an all too familiar scent hits your nose, Dean’s in here with you somewhere. Which is both a good and a bad thing. It’s good because his scent is strong and means he’s alive, it’s bad because your heat has been known to last for at least three days at a time and you can’t lock yourself away from him while you’re trapped in here. 

Right now, you’re stuck in a room with an Alpha who you want more than anything in the world. You know you’re getting closer to him when the smell gets stronger still. 

He smells fucking delectable, your base instincts are starting to take over searching for him in the darkness. You can practically taste him on your tongue. You don’t stop moving until you bump into something, you can just about see the outline of a body leaning back against the wall as the moonlight streams through a few cracks in the wall where he’s resting.

“Dean, is that you?” You ask quietly, gently tapping his leg.

The room remains silent and you start to feel panic rising in your chest, although, logically you know you don’t need to worry, part of you can’t help it.

“Alpha, please. You need to wake up.” You had never referred to him as Alpha before, but you need some part of him to hear you and respond. You climb into his lap the best you can and grab him by the shoulders, shaking him gently. Being this close to him makes you lightheaded, but you need him to wake up. 

His hands are on your waist before you know what’s happening and a deep growl fills the room, pulling a needy whimper from you. 

“Fuck you smell good ‘mega. Now I know why you lock yourself away from me when you’re like this,” Dean’s voice is so deep, even with his face pressed into your neck, you tip your head back and shiver when his tongue runs up the column of your throat.

“Alpha, please. I need you.” The longer you sit in his lap, grinding down against the thickness trapped behind his jeans, the hotter and wetter you get.

You press your sweaty forehead against his, a breathy moan leaves your lips when you feel his hands on your skin, big hands that cover the tops of your thighs as he slips them beneath your skirt.

“Couldn’t have picked a better day to wear this,” he tells you, with a voice as smooth as expensive whiskey, you can clearly hear the smirk in his voice. You sit up on your knees and your skirt is quickly pushed over your ass and around your waist. Dean’s knuckles drag over the front of your soaked panties, until you’re arching into his touch. His fingertips move slowly to hook into the crotch of the damp material and he pulls it to the side.

“So much easy access, it’s almost like you wanted something to happen.” He nips at your bottom lip as he eases two thick fingers inside you. You moan into his mouth as he lets your lip go and starts to curl and scissor his fingers inside you.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Did this tight Omega pussy get sick of all of those toys I hear you usin’, did you need a big thick Alpha cock to stretch you open?” 

Dean’s filthy mouth is driving you crazy, but hell if he wasn’t right about everything. Your thighs start to shake as Dean’s fingers move faster, driving his fingers into you harder and the wet sounds of your juices gathering thickly starts to fill the room, mixing with your breathy pleas and Dean’s quiet praises. You lean against him, gripping his shoulders hard to keep yourself up right.

“Alpha please, I need to come,” you beg him quietly, feeling the coil in your stomach wind impossibly tight.

“Hold it for me baby, just wanna watch you squirm a little before I fuck you against this wall.” Dean chuckles as a whimpered ‘God’ falls past your lips. His thumb starts swiping back and forth over your sensitive clit, groaning as you squeeze your eyes closed and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Fuck Dean, I can’t,” you gasp, head dropping to his shoulder as you start to rock your hips into his hand.

“Go on then my slutty little Omega, come all over my fingers.” 

It’s like the command your body had been waiting for and you have to gasp for a breath when a powerful orgasm rocks through your body, one like none of your toys had given you in years.

You barely have time to come down from your high before Dean helps you onto your shaking legs and roughly pushes you against the wall he’d been leaning against. You whimper loudly when he pushes your face against the rough bricks on the wall, kicking your feet apart with his booted foot. You hear the obvious sound of a belt buckle clanging open and you can feel the heat of his body, even through your heat as he presses up behind you. Dean roughly tugs your panties down your legs and you quickly kick them off, before resuming your position against the wall.

“So you want my knot do you ‘mega?” He asks quietly, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it as he presses his plump lips to your ear. “You wanna come all over my thick Alpha cock?” Dean’s voice has dropped to a growl, so predatory and everything you’d ever imagined it would be. You’ve lost all the words you’d imagined saying in this moment, you can only gasp for a breath as his name rolls off of your tongue, feeling his cock start to effortlessly slide through your slick.

“Yes Dean, please. Fuck, wanna come all over your thick cock. I need you to mark me, make me scream, want you to fucking own me Alpha.” You know how desperate your voice is but your head is foggy and all you can smell is him, you’re not even thinking about who might hear you because the truth is you don’t really care. 

There’s a deep and primal growl that leaves Dean’s throat as the wide head of his cock slowly pushes past your opening, you try to cling to the slippery wall in front of you. With every inch that he eases inside you, you find your breathing beginning to slow a little more. By the time his hips are flush with your ass you’re holding your breath. He’s so much bigger than you’d imagined, his cock is so thick and presses tight against your walls, it feels like he’s everywhere. 

Dean pins you to the wall, his front pressed tight against your back. His breath hot against your ear and his hands are gripping you tightly, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder.

“So fuckin’ tight and wet for me baby girl, that tight little pussy stretches around my cock like a damn glove. Gonna have to take it nice and slow, don’t wanna split you in half.” Dean chuckled darkly, dragging his teeth over your earlobe slowly. 

“Do it, just move Alpha. I need you.” You pant heavily against the cold brick of the wall. 

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream when Dean pulls out to the tip and roughly thrusts forwards, until he’s filling you once again.

“Such a demanding little Omega, sweetheart. Good job I fucking love it when you get feisty.” He grunts, picking up his pace as you arch your back just a little, which only pushes him deeper. 

The sweat is rolling off of your skin now, he’s giving you everything you need and more. Every thrust is so demanding and rough and you can already feel the coil in your stomach wound tight, so desperate for release it’s almost painful.

Your pussy is fluttering uncontrollably, the sounds of Dean’s hips bouncing off of your ass echoes around the darkened room, with your desperate whimpers and Dean’s deep growls. Everything feels more intense without your sight. He’s all you can smell, like his scent is blanketing your own.

“Can I come, Alpha? Please, I need it! I’m so close.” You practically sob, doing your best to cling to the brick wall in front of you.

Dean’s pace doesn’t falter at your words, but the hand he has on your shoulder moves between your legs and the one on your hip is now fisting the hair at the back of your head. Dean’s fingers move back and forth over your sensitive clit and all you can do is whimper his name, you feel the tip of his nose move slowly along your neck, his breath fanning across the skin.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg for permission, like a good little Omega should, so fuckin’ pretty. Do it then, come all over my cock.” Dean rasps, his voice pulls goosebumps from your skin and you feel his teeth drag along your neck gently, giving you a taste of what’s to come.

His fingers tighten in your hair and he applies more pressure to your clit, within seconds you fall apart, coming so hard that you can hardly breathe. 

Dean’s thrusts become more erratic than before and his hips stutter, as your pussy spasms repeatedly around his cock. You move your head back, resting it on his shoulder.

“Alpha, come for me. Want your knot, please.” You pant, feeling the exhaustion of your intense orgasms.

“So fuckin’ close. Gonna fill you up, make you mine-” his teeth drag over your pulse point, as if to highlight his intentions. “-fuck you full of my pups, you want that Omega?” Dean growls against your skin.

“Please Dean, please Alpha.” You cry out, feeling his teeth sink into your skin seconds later. A satisfied moan vibrates against your skin as his knot catches against your walls and swells perfectly, fucking you full.

Dean catches you before you fall, his tongue gently lathing his mark in your skin. Neither of you have time to talk before the door bursts open. The two of you do your best to turn around and see what's caused the intrusion. Only to find Sam standing there looking at you both with a grin.

"About damn time, I'll give you guys a minute to…..well, do whatever." He states, waving in your general direction, closing the door with only enough of a gap for you to see each other. 

"Well when we get outta here we're gonna be busy, huh?" Dean grins, kissing your cheek the best he can.

"If you keep fucking me like that, Alpha, then definitely."

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Safely Mine

Summary: The reader has recently been claimed by her true mate, Dean, and couldn’t be happier. Until he gives her a present that makes her question the Alpha she gave herself to...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Mating Collar (A/B/O Bingo) & Wearing The Other’s Clothes (Dean Bingo)

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, smut (unprotected sex)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo & @spndeanbingo

“Good morning my little Omega,” hummed Dean when you came down for breakfast in one of his old band shirts, his favorite Led Zeppelin one to be exact. He breathed deeply, smiling as you cut in and stole a piece of bacon off his plate, pressing up behind him on the way to the fridge. “God, you smell like mine and bacon and are wearing nothing but my shirt. Gonna send me into a rut right now, Y/N.”

“But bacon’s so good,” you said. “And your shirts are so comfy.”

“You are so my Omega,” he teased. You got a kiss from him as you got out the orange juice, pouring a couple of glasses for yourselves.

It’d been about a week since you and Dean mated and you hadn’t left the house once. You were glad to take the customary time to spend with your Alpha away from the real world, to be able to just focus on him, have him focus on you. It was quite strange to you the way it had all happened. True mates nine times out of ten knew the first time they saw one another, knew the first time they looked at each other.

But Dean was an Alpha who happened to have that genetic marker in his bloodline that didn’t show that. Not until the claiming was taking place and boy had it made for one epic orgasm. You had always been perfectly happy to be claimed by Dean, whether he was your true mate or not. He was everything you had wanted and more. He respected you, thought you were strong and witty. He wasn’t one of those overbearing Alpha’s and you loved him all the more for it. In a way, you were happy for the months of dating you’d been able to spend together and get to know one another before you made the decision to be bound for life.

“Well, Y/N, I picked you up a little present and I think today would be a good day to give it to you,” he said. “After breakfast, of course.”

“Oh, I can’t wait.”

Dean was excited as he set a box down in your lap after you’d gotten dressed. You peeled off the wrapping paper and looked at the pretty white wood. You gave him a smile as you opened the lid and looked at what was inside.

A mating collar.

Settled into a very beautiful white lined inlay was a simple black collar. You picked it up, no visible markings on the outside, on the inside, D.W. was stitched into the soft plush material.

“I know there are fancier one’s out there but it goes with everything,” he said. You turned to him, still holding the collar up. “Y/N?”

“What is this?” you said.

“Your mating collar?” he asked, an adorable look of confusion on his face you would have melted at any other day. “What’s wrong?”

“You mate me and suddenly I’m what, your Omega bitch?” you said, pushing the collar back in the box and sliding it off your lap. You stood up, Dean shaking his head as you walked to the other side of the room. “If I wanted an Alpha to own me like that, you would have known. I would have found one like that. I am not your object. I’m not just some thing for you to screw when you get horny.”

“I’m not a sex crazed Alpha that treats Omega’s like meat. My best friend is an Omega,” he said, looking at you. “I thought she knew that. I mean have I ever once, once, scared you?”

“No,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm. “Maybe you’re just showing your true colors finally.”

“I only got the thing in the first place for you, so you’d be safe. You realize it gives you even more independence?” he said. “You could walk down the sketchiest alley in the world at three in the morning by yourself and you’d be safe. No one, no one, will mess with you when you wear this, even if I’m on the other side of the planet. I can still protect you this way, sweetheart.”

“You can control me,” you said.

“How is it you know so little about this collar you hate so much?” he said. “I can’t even put the damn thing on you. You have to do it yourself.”

“All it does is signify ownership,” you shot back, crossing your arms. His scent was starting to become worrisome but you were still too pissed off to care.

“Y/N. Back in the day, yeah, it did. It’s the 21st century though, sweetheart. You can’t even buy those kinds of collars anymore. They’re illegal. This one? All it actually does is signify you are mated and have an Alpha so no one better mess with you,” he said.

“Well doesn’t my mark do that, genius,” you said.

“And if it’s dark out? If you have your hood up? If someone doesn’t bother to look for a small, faded mark on your neck? A collar is a clear sign. I didn’t get it to tell you I owned you. I don’t fucking own you just like you don’t own me. All I’m trying to do is protect you when I’m not with you. That stupid collar gives you even more freedom, more freedom than an unclaimed Omega. You don’t have to worry. I thought it’d make you feel safe but if it makes you feel like this, I’ll throw it away and never bring it up again,” he said.

“Good,” you said. Dean closed his eyes but nodded, gathering up the box and the wrapping paper, a pang of hurt rippling through your chest. “Wait.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

“What do you mean you can’t put it on?” you asked.

“Only the Omega meant to wear it can put it on or remove it. It gives you all the control,” he said. You walked over to the couch, sitting down beside him. “But it makes you uncomfortable so we won’t-”

“I don’t want to wear it at home,” you said.

“No, never. Only in public is normal practice,” he said. “Y/N, I really don’t want you to if it upset you that much though. I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry. You did something to make me feel safe and I’m uneducated to the point where I thought it was bad,” you said. “I thought it was one of those old collars.”

“No, I’d never get you one of those,” he said. “Y/N, please just forget I-”

“I want my collar, Dean. Please,” you said, looking at the box on his other side. “We need to go grocery shopping today anyways. It’ll give me a chance to see if I like it or not. I guess I just thought all those other Omegas around wearing them...I guess I didn’t realize they can be a good thing.”

“We’ll try it today only, okay? Just try,” he said. You felt the tension in him though and grabbed his hand, moving it over your mark on your neck.

“If I hadn’t trusted you, I would never have let you do this. Being mated doesn’t mean we stop getting in arguments and have misunderstandings. It means we work through them and this is me trusting you that you are doing something good for me. Let’s try it out once and go from there,” you said.

“Okay. Just to the store and back.”

You couldn’t stop the audible growl that escaped after you put on the collar in the front entry. You didn’t like how it fit so perfectly against your neck and throat, didn’t like how it somehow smelled like Dean, didn’t like how it made you feel small.

Before you knew it, Dean had walked you back and set you down on the steps to upstairs, running his hand over your head.

“If it’s too much-”

“Just give me a second,” you said, grabbing his hand. “I don’t...I don’t like how it makes me feel weak.”

“Really? I would think it makes you feel strong,” he said. “You get to show off how much control you have, how safe a relationship you’re in.”

You ripped it off, Dean sighing quietly when you put it in his hands.

“Put it on me,” you said, Dean’s eyes darting up to yours. “I know but my instincts are...I need you to put it on me.”

“I can’t though. It won’t let me,” he said.

“Well put it on and I’ll help,” you said. He nodded and put it up, reaching around to where it clasped in the back. For some reason, he really couldn’t get the thing to close, not until your fingers went behind you and did it for him. You both moved your hands away and took a deep breath.

“What about now?” he asked.

“Now...I feel fuzzy,” you said with a nod. “Good fuzzy.”

You stood up, the thing feeling far less restricting, a smile crossing your lips.

“I think I’m okay now. I think your nerves weren’t helping my nerves and it got all...whatever. Let’s go test it out, hm?”

“So,” said Dean when you got home and took the collar off, hanging it up on the coat rack. You set the bags down in the kitchen, Dean doing the same, eyes still on you. “You didn’t seem to mind it, even when I left you on your own for awhile.”

“I actually kind of liked it. There was this huge Alpha, size of Sammy, and he looked like an asshole but the second he saw the collar, he got out of my way without me saying a word,” you said. “I guess it does make me feel safe.”

“Well I don’t want to force you to wear it. If you want to, you can, it’s your choice, always,” he said. “Alright, Omega?”

“I can agree to that.”

One Week Later

“Dean,” you said after the two of you had both come down from some good sex that night. He hummed besides you, turning his head on the pillow. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he said, hazily looking at you.

“Would you ever want to try the collar in the bedroom? Only on occasion I mean. For something...different,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbows, giving you a soft smile.

“Sure. I mean, I love seeing your mark but yeah, that might be fun. Feeling anxious?” he asked.

“A little. I’d like to give it all up sometime or try to, let you be in control. I get that urge sometimes,” you said. “Instincts.”

“If you’d like to wear it, that’s okay with me,” he said. “I’m a bit beat down there though. Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Sounds like a plan, De.”

“Dean,” you moaned, his knot tugging back against you as he thrust hard and fast. There was no way it was slipping out now though. He had your wrists pinned to the bed, Dean a bit rougher than was normal for him and your Omega hormones were all kinds of happy for it. He thrust again and ripped an orgasm from you, his hips continuing to move at a breakneck speed. He came shortly after, your body still coming down. His arms moved quickly, pinning your wrists under one of his large hands, his other going straight to your clit and rubbing it furiously.

You gasped when another orgasm shot through you, your walls milking his knot for more as he filled you up. You were pretty sure you forgot to breathe, Dean’s hands gently releasing you as he slowed down and rolled to his side, panting with you as he held you close.

“Alpha,” you hummed, burying your face in his neck. “Mmm, make me feel so good, Alpha.”

“Cause your mine,” he said, kissing you gently, trailing a finger down to your neck, rubbing it over your collar. “And I’m yours.”

“I think you liked the collar,” you teased.

“I think we both liked the collar,” he said, moving his hand to the back of it. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Dean,” you said, pulling his hand away before you took it off. You tossed it onto the nightstand and grabbed his hand again, letting it rest back over your mark, his thumb stroking over the spot.

“It makes you feel safe?” he whispered.

“You do,” you said, a flurry of all the happy Alpha hormones in him filling you up as well. “The collar just reminds me of it when you aren’t there. Thank you for getting it for me and helping me understand. I love how much you care, Alpha.”

“You’re my girl. Always care about you, Omega. Always.”

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Alex Summers

Scott Summers

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Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Tate Langdon

James Patrick March

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Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack

Crowley

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Shattered Breaths

Summary: After running into two alphas in the middle of the night, you, an Omega, find yourself falling for the elder Winchester brother, but for reasons unspoken, neither of you will act on it.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 6,312

Warnings: Angst. Lots of angst. Mutual pining. Two morons that won’t admit their feelings for one another. Canon compliant death. ABO dynamics. Smut. P in v with knotting and claiming. Some cockwarming. Some quick and dirty oral sex both ways if you squint. All very desperate.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my omegaverse square for @spnkinkbingo. There’s a TON of build up and it all goes in order from around the beginning of season 7 to after Dean returns from Purgatory.

Beta’d by: The always lovely @stusbunker​. Cannot thank you enough! <3

Blood pulsed quickly through your veins as you ran through the desolate forest, low growls from behind pushing you forward at breakneck speed despite the fact that your muscles were on fire. So tired. You were so tired of this.

Moonlight streamed through the trees, lighting a sliver of a path between them that you took without hesitation. Each thud of your feet against the cold ground sent shockwaves through your body, muscles threatening to tear themselves from your bones. 

As the growling got closer, you felt a shiver run up your spine and prayed to anyone that was listening to give you a reprieve. Trees surrounded you, light barely hitting your sweat-slick skin through the canopy overhead. 

After locking yourself inside for days on end, you ventured outside to feel the sun on your skin. You knew you could be tracked by alphas, especially during your heat, but after days spent underground in an abandoned house, you’d been desperate - and sloppy. 

Glancing behind you, you saw a glint of the alpha werewolves’ eyes and pushed your body as hard as you were physically able, running straight into the arms of a tall, well-built man. “Where is it?” He asked, his hands wrapping around your wrists to steady you. 

“Them, there’s two of them!” You whispered.

“Stay between me and my brother.” Turning around, you saw an even taller man with his gun drawn and sandwiched yourselves between them. 

For a moment, the forest stood still, breath catching in the air as your eyes darted all around. Seemingly out of nowhere, one of the alphas that had been chasing you swiped at the taller of the two brothers, knocking him down and leaving you vulnerable. Turning, you saw the man you’d run into get tackled to the ground by the other alpha.

A gunshot went off, piercing the werewolf in the heart before it collapsed on top of the shorter brother. Quickly, both of you turned your attention to the other man, who was still pinned to the ground, fighting off swipe after swipe of the werewolf’s piercing claws. 

Before you could run to help him, the other man rushed past you, screaming his brother’s name.“Sam!” 

But the moment he made contact with the werewolf, the unnamed man was thrown backward into a tree.

These men had stopped to help you. You couldn’t turn away now. As your fangs descended, a chest-deep growl emanated from within you, talking the alpha off guard long enough for you to get him away from Sam. 

“Now you stand and fight? You stupid, omega bitch.” 

He pinned you up against a tree and ran his nose up the side of your neck, inhaling your scent. You felt your claws extend from your fingertips but before you could do anything the unidentified man called for him. “Hey!”

The minute the werewolf’s attention was diverted, the man fired a shot that landed directly between your assailant’s eyes. 

When he fell to the floor, you heard Sam call for his brother, Dean, who immediately ran toward him to make sure he was okay. Both had a few nicks and bruises, but they would survive. As soon as they assured the other was safe, their attention turned to you. 

“Stay away!” You growled, more for their benefit than yours. “I need a minute.”

They both held their hands up and tried to impress upon you that they weren’t about to hurt you. They’d stopped to help and put themselves in great danger to do so, so you trusted them, but you didn’t trust yourself. Whenever you let yourself tap into the feral side of yourself, you needed time to come down.

“You’re pretty tough for an omega,” Dean said, injecting a little levity into his voice. 

Eyes closed, you took deep breaths and noted the lightness in his tone. 

“When you’ve been on your own since you presented at 16, you kind of have no other choice.” With each breath, you managed to slow your heart rate and finally felt your claws retract. “You’re hunters.”

Sam nodded and stepped forward, catching you as your shaky legs gave way underneath you. “We are. You okay?”

“I will be. Thank you, Sam. Dean, thank you.”

The brothers guided you out of the forest and toward their car. “Nice ride,” you said, impressed. 

“This is my Baby,” Dean replied.

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed, opening the door for you. “Can we give you a ride somewhere?”

“We’re definitely giving you a ride somewhere,” Dean echoed. “I’m not about to leave an in-heat Omega out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.”

“Much appreciated, boys. But I’ve got nowhere to go.” More than 15 years had passed since you’d had a place to call home. 

“We don’t either.” Sam shrugged. “We travel all over to hunt. You have any money?”

Shaking your head, you retreated into yourself, realizing for the first time since you ran that you were well and truly fucked. “No, actually. I did. But I ran as soon as the werewolves spotted me.” 

Dean shot you a pitiful look. “Why don’t you stay with us?”

Running from two alphas into the arms of two others? Was that wise? Probably not. But you’d never been one for the wise. At least they were human, and hunters.

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Shortly after joining Sam and Dean on their continuous cross-country trek, you had to distance yourself from them, if only by a few motel rooms; your heat had triggered their ruts. Even though they were both amazing looking guys, you weren’t about to jeopardize your newfound camaraderie by begging one of them to fuck you senseless. No matter how good looking they were. Out of pure need to not screw up the first home you’d ever had, you made a habit of keeping to yourself during your heats and asked them to do the same whenever biology kicked into overdrive.

They taught you everything they knew. You’d come across werewolves and vamps, but that was about it, and there was so much more to this big scary world than you’d originally thought. Leviathans were apparently a thing, and they couldn’t die. At least they hadn’t figured out a way yet. Whenever the boys thought they’d killed one, the same one showed their ugly face again. None of their usual methods worked, so that was fun.

Sam schooled you on the lore, loading you up with facts about any and every creature he knew of whenever he could, much to Dean’s feigned dismay; you could tell in his eyes how proud he was of his brother. He also taught you self defense, which was harder than you thought. Sure, you’d defended yourself a thousand times before but that had been feral swiping and growling and hoping for the best, mixed with a healthy dose of luck. Sam was able to refine your ferocity into swift and pointed movements. After a while, you could even defend yourself against Sam.

Dean, on the other hand, taught you how to handle a knife and how to shoot. For some reason, learning to handle the knife had been easy, but shooting was another story all together. “This is fucking hopeless,” you muttered as your arm fell to your side in defeat.

“A’right, ‘mega,” he said, gathering his arms around you, his hands splaying over your own. A delicious shiver crawled up your spine at the sound of your nickname rolling off his tongue. Only Dean called you Omega; Sam just used your name. 

“Relax your shoulders,” he said, his deep, gravely voice rolling through you. It’s a good thing you weren’t in heat, you thought to yourself as you swallowed hard, because not jumping his bones was hard enough under the best of circumstances. “You want to keep your arms extended, but not locked.”

“K, Alpha. Now what? Because I suck at this.” 

He chuckled at your back and placed his hands on your hips, moving you into a good standing position. “Like this.” He tapped your leg with his left hand. He was

making this easy.

“Fake it ‘til you make it,” he continued, sending your mind in a completely different direction than the one he intended. Which really wasn’t all that hard to do considering your mind was in the gutter already. 

“You make it sound so simple,” you huffed. “You’ve been doing this since you were practically in diapers.” You lost yourself in the thought for a moment; he deserved so much more than that.

“You want to pretend that you know exactly what you’re doing, because it’ll feel more natural, and when it feels more natural, you’re in the better position to hit your target. Pick one.”

Picking one of his empty whiskey bottles that he’d placed in the middle of the area ahead, you leaned forward slightly. 

“What made you lean forward?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Instinct, I guess? I figure my body should be pitched forward a little bit to counteract the kick of the gun.”

“See, you’re a fuckin natural,” Dean said proudly. “Grab the grip tight and aim.”

When he let go of your arms, you felt cold and off your game again. You didn’t like to admit how much he steadied you. Something about Dean was comforting, like that first sip of whiskey - warm and inviting. You wavered and his arms returned to where they were. 

“You’re questioning your aim,” he said softly. “You had it. Have faith in yourself and follow through on your target.” Stepping back, he pulled out his other gun and hit the furthest bottle back without any problem. 

With a deep breath, you playfully growled at him, frustrated at how good he was and how good he looked doing it. “So all I need to do is fake it?”

“Yup. Keep in mind everything I just said, and fake it. Don’t go for the one in the back, go for that one,” he replied, pointing to a dark blue bottle toward the front, maybe 15 to 20 feet away from you. 

Turning your attention back toward the bottles, you shook out your nerves, breathed in through your nose, out through your mouth, and applied steady pressure on the trigger, feeling a bit of kickback as the bottle shattered into a thousand pieces. 

“See!” Dean said, smiling wide. “I told you!”

You put the gun down and danced around. Sure, you needed consistency, but at least you were making progress. “Now I just have to get my own gun. One similar to this. Because I don’t wanna get used to this and then have to handle something else entirely.”

Dean swallowed hard and picked the gun up, letting it slip through his fingers effortlessly as the grip was turned toward you. “Take this.”

“Dean, this is your gun. Your trusty gun. I couldn’t.” Besides Sam, Cas and Baby, this gun had to be one of the constants in his life.

Gripping the barrel firmly, he extended it toward you again. “Take this one.”

“Exactly, it’s never failed me. And if I can’t be there, it won’t fail you either.” His strong hand glided over yours and opened your palm before laying the gun down. “Besides Sam and Cas, you’re all I’ve got, ‘Mega.”

Pride gave way to sadness before her eyes. She could see the cogs turning, wanting to know more than anything what made him tick. When he closed the gap between you, you leaned into his embrace and closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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“You okay?”

With a strained laugh, you grabbed Dean by the wrist and pushed him into the motel room. “Me? Am I okay? Dean, what the hell were you thinking?”

If he wasn’t already in pain you’d kick the ever-living shit out of him. As it was, you were about to rip him a new asshole. 

“He was -” 

“Sam, shut up!” You snapped before turning to Dean, whose mouth you knew was open despite having your back turned to him. “And you! Don’t even! I had that werewolf no problem, and because you had to come out and be Mr. Hero and shove me out of the way, you got hurt.”

Your heart was racing a mile a minute. When the wolf’s claws had slashed through the fabric of Dean’s henley and the skin underneath, your heart nearly stopped. His scream of agony still echoed through your head. 

“Sam, are you okay?” You asked, peeling back the blood-stained material of Dean’s shirt. Thankfully, the marks weren’t too deep, but he still scared you half to death.

“Yea, I’m fine. There anything I can do?”

“No, I’ve got this,” you replied. “We have no food and he’s not about to go grab a meal like this though.”

Sam nodded in understanding and ducked out of the motel room quickly. You made a mental note to apologize for snapping at him.

“Can I talk?” Dean asked, testing where you were on the anger scale. 

Huffing, you poured some alcohol onto a rag to clean out his wounds. “Depends. You plan on making excuses for getting yourself hurt? Or do you plan on apologizing? Because I’ll only accept one of those as a reason to open your mouth.”

With pursed lips, he mumbled. “You’re a little bossy, Omega.”

“Get used to it. What the hell were you thinking?” Crouching before him, you wiped his wounds clean as he hissed at the pain. 

Dean’s hand slipped underneath your chin, tipping your head up so you’d look at him. “I saw you when we first met; scared. I saw your death flash before my eyes, so I jumped without thinking.” 

His thumb caressed the side of your cheek. Your instinct was to lean into it, but you were so angry with him. “Fuckin’ hell, Dean. That’s the problem. Fucking think!”

He flinched at your outburst. You were so mad. But it was more than that. “Dean, I’m scared every time we go out. I’m scared of monsters. I’m scared of alphas that don’t know how to take no for an answer. I’m always scared. But I do shit anyway because it’s either do something or die and I really don’t feel like dying. D’ya know what scares me more than anything though?”

When he shook his head, you tried to speak, but felt the words catch in your throat. Your lip began to tremble, all of the fear and adrenaline finally steadying out. “Losing you.”

Swallowing back the bile rising in your throat, you continued. “I ran from my father, an abusive alpha. I was so afraid of being hurt again that I stayed away from anyone and everyone. Until I ran into you. Even when I lived with my father, I never really had a home. And now I do,” you said softly, a tear falling down your cheek. “Do you know what it would do to me to lose you? Not only to lose you, but realize I lost you because of me?”

“I don’t wanna die, but if I die protecting you; I’ll consider it a good death,” he replied. “But I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you to handle it. Because you could’ve and you were going to. I just...I wasn’t thinking.”

Letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you bandaged up Dean’s wounds and sat on the crappy motel bed beside him. “Start thinking,” you commanded, your hand cradling the back of his neck. 

Without any thought for the consequences or the implications, you pressed your lips to his, memorizing the scent of musk and evergreen that floated off his body. He smelled like home. Wherever he was, you were home. “Please, start thinking. Don’t make me lose you, Alpha.”

Dean nuzzled his forehead into yours and whispered. “I’m sorry, ‘Mega.”

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Whenever you weren’t hunting or isolating yourselves during heats and ruts, you, Dean and Sam indulged in cheap booze, cheaper food and bad movies. “If I don’t get food, I might kill one of you.”

Dean popped up from his seat like he’d just been yelled at and forced to go to his room. “I’ll grab some then,” he laughed, an easy-going smile dancing across his face. 

Smiling excitedly, you clasped your hands together and brought them up by the side of your face. “Bacon cheeseburger and fries, please. And pie?”

“What kind?”

“Whatever you get.”

“What makes you think I’m getting pie?”

“Your name is Dean.”

“Touche, ‘Mega,” he said with a laugh. Sam ordered a wildly boring salad with a fruit cup for dessert. You could swear it actually pained Dean to hear such an order. “I’ll be back in 30.”

As he closed the door, you ran into the bathroom and changed into your pajamas before picking out your movie for the night on one of the on-demand channels. “This cool, Sam? The Gingerbread Man starring Gary Busey.”

Looking up, he nodded quickly, clearly not registering what you’d just said, as you were sure he’d have some snarky remark. “Yea, that’s fine by me. Y/N, can I ask you a question?”

You bristled at the frankness in his voice. “Sure, Sam. What is it?”

A little chuckle put you more at ease as he spoke. “Why don’t you and Dean just fuck already?”

A very undignified snort escaped you. It made no sense to try and dissuade him of his opinion. It was obvious you and Dean liked each other, wanted each other. “It’s too complicated, Sam.”

He shot you an ‘are-you-serious’ look, which spurred you on. “Dean wouldn’t want a needy Omega at home that he felt beholden too. Plus, I’m not just gonna sit home and raise pups, as much as I’d like them. I need an identity outside of that. And that would come with it’s own host of issues, because I’m assuming he would be ‘just a tad’ overprotective. And-”

“As opposed to how he already is,” Sam interjected, leaning forward to place his head in his propped up hands. “But go on.”

“Don’t be a smartass, Sam. What we have here is good. The three of us. I have a home. If something were to fuck that up by, like oh, I don’t know, fucking Dean and it not working out? I would lose the only home I’ve ever really known. As much as I love Dean, and you know I do, I’m too afraid to risk it.”

Sam looked at you sadly, hoping that maybe you’d all met in a different life. “I understand that. More than you know.”

A comfortable silence hung between you for a moment, and you thought that was the end of it. “Dean loves you, too, you know? If anyone could get my brother to settle down and have pups, it’d be you. Yea, he’d be an overprotective pain-in-the-ass, but he knows he can’t control you. I’m not saying you have to say anything to him. But I think you should. I think you guys are more on the same page than you think.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to drift off into thoughts of what a life with Dean might be like. Kickass hunters with a family of pups to raise. Happy. Together. It made your heart swell, but then you saw the picture shatter before your eyes and the realization hit you like a truck. The reason you were too afraid to pursue things with Dean wasn’t because it could screw up the home you’d managed to find. In this life, a hunter’s life, you rarely got a happy ending, and if you lost Dean after being claimed by him? The man you loved more than anything?

There would be no coming back from that.

You’d shatter.

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After your brief fast food, crappy B-movie respite, you finally formulated a decent enough plan to kill Dick Roman. If by formulated, you mean Sam and Dean trusting Crowley, relying on the new and improved bee-loving Castiel, all while watching the boys crumble at the loss of Bobby for a second time, then yes, a plan had been formulated. “This is so, so very stupid,” you muttered. “A bone from a righteous nun bathed in the blood of an angel, head Daddy vamp, and possibly Crowley if he didn’t fuck us royally, and we’re about to walk right in.”

“You got a better idea?” Dean asked. 

“Not a one. Ready to go?”

“That’s my girl.”

Speeding down the highway, you chuckled to yourself at the stupidity of this. Dean, Sam, Cas, Ghost Bobby, even Meg had said you could sit this one out, but you weren’t about to let the boys go in by themselves. Maybe you couldn’t do anything that they wouldn’t have already tried. But if they were gonna die, you were gonna bite the bullet with them. You wouldn’t be left alone again.

You split up into teams of two. Dean needed Cas to identify the real, fake Dick, which left you and Sam to search for Kevin and get the hell out of there, all while using Meg as a distraction. Each footstep felt like a bomb going off underneath your feet; you were bound to get caught. But as you snuck through hallway after sanitized, boring-ass hallway, picking the locks of every door in your wake, you finally found Kevin. Who, of course, had to throw another wrench in the already shaky, we’re-absolutely-gonna-get-ourselves-killed plan. 

“We have to blow up the lab,” Kevin said desperately, looking every inch a scared child making the decisions of a man.

More than anything, you and Sam wanted to get him out, but you knew he was right. With enough Borax on you to clean the entirety of insert-large-monument-of--choice-here, you doused every leviathan in your path before finally making it to the lab in one piece, if slightly covered in leviathan goo.

With the traps set, you began the search for Dean, Cas and Dick, only to find the head leviathan with the bone sticking through his throat. A wretched sound emanated from the slimy creature’s throat before his limbs began to twitch. “We need to go!” You screamed over the shockwaves building in the small room. “Guys, we have to go now!”

But before they had even taken a step, Dick Roman exploded, flinging his remnants all over the room, and when you could finally see again, Cas and Dean were gone. Sam spun toward you, eyes darting around the room, mouth agape.

“Where are they? You cried, grasping Sam’s jacket in your hands. “What happened to them?”

“I-I-”

“Hello, Sam. Y/N,” Crowley touted upon his entrance.

Sam held you back as you lunged toward the demon without a care for what he might do to you. “What happened to Dean? Where is Cas?”

With a click of his fingers, two of his henchmen had Kevin in their grasp. And with the next, they were gone.

“That bone had a bit of a kick,” he replied with a sickly smug smile on his face. “God weapons often do. Looks like you two are well and truly alone.”

Another snap and Crowley was gone. 

Dean was gone.

“We have to find Dean,” you said meekly, numbness lapping at your toes like a wave on the shore. 

Off in the distance, other Leviathan approached. 

“We have to get out of here,” Sam said. 

But you couldn’t move. Your limbs were heavy with exhaustion and a black hole of despair that was devouring you from the inside out. “We have to find Dean,” you whispered.

“We have to go!” Sam picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

In your grief, you tried to fight him off - you begged him to put you down and go find Dean and Cas, but he refused. “I’m not leaving!” You punched his back with your fist with every ounce of strength you had, screaming until your throat hurt.

“I’m not letting you die, too,” he said, voice ragged as he carried you through the hallways.

“Die too.” The words rolled through your mind like a bullet. “He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He’s not dead.”

Sam threw you into the Impala and slipped the key into the starter, panicking when the engine sputtered to life. As it finally kicked into drive, the monstrous squealing of the Impala’s damaged engine was drowned out by the screech of your anguished cries.

-----

You were caged. 

Within these walls. Within this world. Within your skin.

As you trembled, the overwhelming ache between your thighs spread outward to your entire body. You sobbed into the mattress. After losing Dean, you’d done anything and everything you could think of to find him, but to no avail. And then your heat hit. 

Despite the medication that Sam had found to help you through them, the stress and desolate sadness somehow made this heat even worse. Pain overwhelmed you, every nerve on fire, boiling like lava. You tried everything to alleviate the pain, even touching yourself in the hopes that an orgasm would lessen the effects, but it did nothing physically, leaving you emotionally worse for the wear. 

When your hands slipped across your sweat-slick, nerve-wracked skin you thought of Dean. The way he made you laugh. The way he smiled when he watched terrible horror movies. The way his green eyes saw through your tough exterior into the softness beneath. The way his muscled arms gathered around you, allowing you to find a home in the most unlikely of places. In that moment, there was a brief respite, your heart lightening every so slightly at the thought of home, only to be jerked back to reality when you realized he was gone. All you wanted was for the pain to subside. To feel okay again.

A heavy knock on the motel room door alerted you to Sam’s presence. “Y/N, it’s me. I have more medication and some food for you.” 

Grunting in agony, you called for him to come in, noticing the softness in his eyes as he touched your head with the back of his hand. ‘I’m fine, Sam. You can just leave the stuff on the table.”

“You’re burning up,” he said, running to the bathroom to grab some water so that you could take your pills.

He placed the pills into your quaking hands and watched you take them, your eyes numb and forward-facing. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I can’t do this,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?”

“The pain!” You snapped through clenched teeth. “It’s even worse now, I can’t, I-” Lifting your head, you saw the sorrow in your soul reflected in his eyes. “Sam, help me. Please.”

He knew what you were asking and he shook his head, standing up quickly from his place at your side and pacing across the room. “No, Y/N, I can’t.”

With every ounce of strength you had, you crawled to the end of the bed, begging. “Sam, this pain is overwhelming. I don’t trust anyone else, and I can’t do this anymore. I trust you. Please, Sam. Please.”

You gasped as Sam wrapped his arms around you, his cock straining against his jeans. 

“You’re Dean’s,” he said matter-of-factly, almost more for himself than for you. “I can’t.”

“I’m sorry,” you said as you sobbed into his chest. You repeat yourself over and over again, hoping it would absolve you of the overwhelming guilt that blanketed you - mind, body and soul. 

----

After you threw yourself at Sam, he started distancing himself. Of course he came to check on you multiple times a week, he helped you find a legitimate job, ensured you had enough food and money and medication to survive your heightened heats, but that was it. Whether it was because of what you’d done or how he felt about you, you weren’t sure. You hadn’t the strength or desire to ask, figuring it didn’t truly matter either way. 

Each day was an exercise in strength, with you going through the motions despite the desire to let go. A year passed.

Then one morning, you woke up with the knowledge that your heat was, in fact, here again. Even though it continued to come every three months as it always had, you could swear you were constantly in the throes of it. Your body hurt, muscles heavy, nerves always on fire to some degree. It never ended. Nor did your thoughts of Dean. Essentially, you remained because you were too scared to die. That and hope. There was a sliver of it still lingering, even though its presence tore you to shreds day in and day out. 

At your desk job, you clamped your legs together, wishing that someone out there could satiate your hunger. The medication had done a bit to tamp down your physical pain, enough where you could work without much interruption, but the sexual aspect of your heat still remained in full force. 

You made it through another day and began to walk back to your motel room, but it was just a room. Home had evaporated when Dean had been taken from you. As you walked down the street, passing playing children and the occasional speeding car, you inhaled the cool air in the hopes that it would refresh you - bring you back to the land of the living - only to be hit with the scent of musk and evergreen.

A warmth spread over you and a smile returned to your face for the first time in months. It smelled so much like Dean, like being wrapped in his arms all those years ago when he first taught you how to shoot. The feeling of peace quickly left you and you cursed the gods for their inequity, tears running down your cheeks as you stormed through your motel room door. 

Collapsing into the bed, you pulled the matted pillow toward your head and sunk into the overly-used mattress, praying that the memory of the scent would stop torturing you when you awoke next. 

-----

Hours later, as the sun began to set, varying hues of pink and orange dabbling the dusky sky, you woke to the comforting yet torturing scent. But you were all cried out and instead attempted to move through it, as you had with most things for the past year. 

A knock on the door startled you. For a moment, you contemplated not answering. You really weren’t in the mood to talk to Sam right now. You’d text him later to let him know you were okay. With another thud, you swung the door open, ready to yell. “Dean?” You cracked. “Am I alive? Did I die in my sleep?”

Tired eyes smiled at you, happiness overtaking the misery that had filled them for so long. “You’re alive. It’s me, ‘Mega.”

“How?” 

“Do you really want to know right now?”

With a disbelieving chuckle, you replied. “No.” 

Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him toward you, lips hungrily finding his without hesitation or thought. He sunk into your kiss, practically collapsing into you as he crossed the threshold into the room and kicked the door closed behind him. “‘Mega, I need you.”

In an instant, you were home again, arching into his hurried kisses. Frantic hands grabbed at the hem of your t-shirt and slipped it over your head before snaking his fingers underneath the straps of your bra. 

“You have me, Alpha.”

You jumped into his embrace and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling at the material of his shirt like someone starved of all sustenance. When your fingers found his muscled chest, you moaned at the feel of him underneath your fingertips. He’d been gone for more than a year, but here he was, in the flesh; he was real. 

Dean walked you toward the bed and tripped into it, falling onto the mattress with you pinned beneath him. He let out a breathy laugh and collapsed into the side of the bed, kneeling before you as he peeled your pants and panties down your legs and threw them to the floor. “You were my last thought before closing my eyes,” he said, biting and sucking patches on your inner thighs. “My first thought in the morning. You kept me going, ‘Mega.”

Whining, you bucked up into his mouth and grasped his hair, pulling him closer to your heated sex. With every swipe of his tongue up your slit, you felt yourself melt into his embrace - a stillness overcoming you despite your desperation for his touch. “Alpha,” you breathed.

You shimmied yourself off the bed before him. “Need your knot. Need to taste you.” 

“Oh fuck,” he choked out as you licked your lips and slipped them over his swollen cock. “‘Mega, ‘M, not-” He braced himself, his grip white-hot against the sheets as he towered over you.

“Don’t care.” You hastily tugged his jeans and boxers down just far enough to grab his cock. Hungrily, you slid your hands up and down in tandem with your mouth. Each pass left trails of spit dripping down your chin and onto the floor. But you didn’t care. Looking up, you saw Dean at peace for the first time in years, mouth agape, muscles taut, unthinking. 

When you moaned around his length and reached your hand between your legs, he couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted you up onto the bed and crawled up the length of your body, laying hungry open-mouthed kisses along your pliant flesh as he kicked off the remainder of his clothing. You managed to lift your head to find his mouth again, whimpering at the sight of the dark flesh of his knot. How he came back, what he did when he was gone, what you’d gone through in his absence, none of it mattered - not when it came down to it. He was yours and you were his, scars and all. 

Climbing onto the bed, he moved your head toward the headboard and up against the pillow, placing his cock at your entrance before effortlessly slipping inside. 

“Fuck, Alpha. I need you. Need you to knot me.”

Dean chokes out an incoherent word or two, groaning as he hastily slides his hand into your hair. Teeth scrape along the side of your neck as he pumps into you, his knot swelling with each thrust. There’s no grace in either of your movements as he fucks into you, bucking into each other as if your lives depend on it. 

As his knot rolled into you, connecting you both, you cried out and bit down on his shoulder, only to scream out again when his teeth found a spot on your neck just below your ear. Whenever you’d heard of omegas and their alphas before, about the connection between them and the wholeness they felt being claimed, you’d never understood it - but you did now. 

Every atom in your body felt connected with his. It was deeper than anything you’d ever felt before. “Alpha!” You cried into his waiting mouth. 

Thick, hot streams of come filled your insides as he trembled above you, lips finding yours in a desperate attempt to make this last forever. To stay in this moment.

When his eyes found yours, he let out a strangled laugh, thumb rubbing over the spot where he’d claimed you. “‘Mega, I’m not the same man I was.” Already, he was trying to run. But you wouldn’t allow it.

“I know,” you said softly before kissing his forehead. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Where were you? What happened?”

He fell to your side and gathered you close, slipping himself back into your slick heat, needing the closeness. To stay here for just a moment more. Relaxing your head against his chest, you listened as he told you what happened after Dick Roman’s death. Strained words and shattered breaths made you realize he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but he was saying what he could, and for now, that was enough.

Purgatory. He was in Purgatory. Surrounded by monsters every day.

“Thing is…” He started, trailing off almost immediately.

“What is it?” You asked, clenching your walls around his cock. Anything to take his mind off the horrors he’d witnessed. “Dean, you can tell me.”

“Thing is, there was a peace in it. Fighting day in and day out. The routine of it. I-I liked it. The killing. What does that make me?” 

You tipped your head up to kiss the underside of his chin, finding the salty taste of his tears. “It makes you human. It makes you a hunter, Alpha.” Dean dipped his head to kiss the mark he’d given you, massaging your breasts as you spoke. “There is something I want you to know though.”

“What is it?” He asked. 

“After you died, I thought you were gone forever. And the stress of it all made my heats so much worse than they ever had been. And I-” You broke, a sob bubbling in your throat.

“It’s okay, ‘Mega. I promise, it’s okay.”

“Nothing happened between us, but I threw myself at Sam. It’s been eating at me ever since it happened. I love Sam, but I love him like my brother and I never wanted it to happen. He turned me down, because I’ve always been yours,” you said quickly, trying to get it all out and breathe at the same time. “I was just so desperate and so alone and-” 

Grasping your chin, Dean turned your head toward his and cut you off with a searing kiss. “We have some guilt to deal with, I guess,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He slid his hands down your arms, fingers entwined with yours. “Together?”

Whisper soft, you replied. “Together.”

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Soy Sauce and Sam

Request: Hi! I'm wondering if you could write a ABO one shot or whatever with one of the brothers with a male reader? Could it also be fluff, please? It could be anything you want

Pairings: MaleOmega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1820

A/N: Hey Guys! First of two request filled! Again so sorry for the absence! Hope you like this one, I loved writing it! Another ABO request and Saved Chapter coming soon. 

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   You struggle to stay calm as you glance at the mess around you. Your sister always made it look easy and now you wanted to throw it all into the bin and give up. You have soy sauce in your hair, vegetables litter the floor and the chicken you are trying to cut up looks like it has been massacred by a hammer. All you want to do is to make dinner for your Alpha, but you can’t cook to save your life. He and Dean are due to be home from their hunt any minute now and the first thing they’ll do is come and check on you. You don’t know how you are going to explain this mess. You dip your finger in the home-made teriyaki sauce and bring it up to your mouth. You don’t want to, but you need to know if you’re going to have to tip it out and start over or not. You knock the bowl off the bench with a groan, too much soy sauce. This is an absolute disaster. 

   ‘Dude, what have you done to my kitchen?’ You freeze at the sound of Dean’s voice and grimace at the mess surrounding you. 

   ‘The bin exploded.’ You say, speaking before thinking is one of your many bad habits that always seems to get you in more trouble than necessary. 

   Dean raises his eyebrows, arms crossed. ‘You know you’re going to have to clean all this up. And if I find out that you ask Cas to help again, I’ll tell Sam about your midnight snacks.’

   You understand that Dean felt very strongly about the kitchen, but you aren’t a child. You are about to mouth off when Sam appears in the doorway, immediately stopping you in your tracks. 

   ‘What the hell?’ His wide eyes take in the mess before landing on you. 

   ‘He trashed my kitchen.’ Dean interjects, waving his arms around aggressively. 

   ‘I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation, (Y/N)?’ Sam replies, always the peacemaker.

   ‘I can’t cook.’ You supply, leaning against the bench for support. You are still disappointed at your lack of culinary talents, but you’re calmer now that Sam has arrived. ‘And Dean, I may be an Omega, but I’m not a kid. I know how to clean up after myself.’ 

   Dean’s eyes flash briefly with an uncontrolled instinct but he shakes it off and offers you an apologetic smile. You roll your eyes in response and give him the finger. 

   ‘If you can’t cook, why did you try?’ Sam questions, obviously still confused.

   ‘I wanted to cook you dinner, didn’t really work out.’ You say gesturing to the mush of raw chicken. 

   ‘No, I suppose not.’ He replies with pursed lips. You knew that expression, he is trying not to laugh. You glance over at Dean, to see that he isn’t trying to hide his amusement at all. 

   ‘Whatever, I didn’t have high hopes anyway. It probably would have tasted like shit.’ You try to hide your disappointment behind a nonchalant persona.

   ‘Alright, well I’m going to leave you two lovebirds here.’ Dean says turning to leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t burn the kitchen down.’ He speaks before disappearing completely.

   ‘Asshole.’ You mutter, as you turn your back on Sam, crouching down to clean up the vegetables that had ended up on the ground. 

   ‘What were you trying to make?’ Sam asks, poking at the chicken, ‘this looks almost salvageable’ 

   You scoff, throwing a handful of vegetables in the bin, ‘Teriyaki Chicken.’ 

   ‘Ah, that explains the soy sauce.’ Sam chuckles quietly, grabbing some paper towel to wipe it up. ‘Do you want to restart, try again?’ 

   You meet his eye for the first time since Dean left the room, ‘No, Not really. I’m too pissed off.’ 

   ‘Do you want a hug?’ 

   You pause halfway to the bin and turn around to face him, ‘Does it look like I want a hug?’ 

   Sam looks you over for a minute, smiling calmly. ‘It looks like you want to punch something, but I thought a hug might be even better.’ Discarding the soaked paper towels, he holds his arms up, an open invitation for you to seek comfort in his warmth. You can’t say no. 

   You dump the veggies you’re holding into the bin and walk back over to him, leaning into his embrace. You don’t hesitate to nuzzle further into his chest, scenting him, the smell of leather, books and hair product surrounds you in a calming blanket. Although you would never admit, you love the way Sam is able to calm you so easily. Not even your parents were able to do that. 

   ‘Better?’ 

   ‘Of course. What are we going to do now? I ruined dinner.’ You tighten your grip on Sam, still needing the calm scent he was releasing. 

   ‘Well, if you let go of me, maybe I could help you? We could probably use some of the chicken, I’ll sort through it and cut some more, if you cut up some fresh vegetables.’

   ‘I don’t want to let go, or cut vegetables.’ You mutter into his chest.

   ‘Don’t you want dinner?’ 

   ‘Not if it means having to let go.’ 

   Now that you had him, you didn’t want to lose him. The day has been long and stressful, you hate when he leaves to go on hunts and cooking is now your worst enemy. 

   Sam understands this and finishes clearing up the rest of your mess with you attached to his arm. He leads you through the library, where Dean is resting with his feet up on the table and a beer in hand. 

   ‘Kitchen’s clean, but raincheck on dinner.’ Sam says, gesturing to you next to him. 

   Dean raises his eyebrows at the sight. It’s not often that you allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of him and after a sharp look from Sam, he has to bite back whatever rude comment he was about to say. 

   ‘I can see that.’ He mumbles. 

   ‘If you wouldn’t mind getting dinner, please. I don’t mind where it’s from, just one of the usual places. (Y/N) and I will make dinner tomorrow.’ 

   Dean eyes Sam, before nodding and standing up. ‘I’ll be back in half an hour.’ 

   Sam turns around, making his way back to the room you share, your arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. Once in his room, he pulls you off and gently sits you down on the bed, passing you one of his jackets. ‘Wear this, I’ll be back in a second.’ 

   Sam is gone before you can protest and you press your face into his jacket. 

   ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ You mutter to yourself. You know that sometimes when Sam gets back from a hunt you get clingy, but this is a whole new level. 

   Sam comes back in with a pile of clean clothes which he dumps onto the bed. ‘Alright shoes off.’

   ‘What are we doing?’ You did what he told you to, but not without questioning his sanity.

   ‘We’re snuggling.’ He replies, hopping up on the bed, creating a nest with the pile of clothes he brought in.

   You frown at him, still confused. ‘Why?’ 

   Sam pauses what he is doing to look up at you, ‘I think, because of what happened in your past, and our still fairly new relationship, you're starting to experience feelings of anxiety when we are separated. I’m guessing you've been ignoring them, channelling your nerves into something productive like cooking, which is good. But every time I’ve come back from a hunt, you’ve been slowly getting more and more attached. It’s okay, but it’s something we’re going to have to work on.’ 

   You are so embarrassed you almost leave the room, but the look Sam gives you is one of complete adoration and love. So you slide into his embrace, and find yourself completely surrounded by him and his scent. 

   ‘How long have you known?’ You ask, snuggling into his chest. 

   ‘I suspected it a while ago, I believe today confirms it though, don’t you?’ He pulls me closer to him and runs his hand up and down my arm. 

   ‘I’m sorry.’ 

   ‘(Y/N), you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, we all have our moments. Anyway, do you just want to snuggle or do you want to put on a show?’ 

   You remove your face from your Alpha’s warm chest to meet his caring gaze. ‘Can we just stay like this? I missed you.’ 

   ‘Of course. So, aside from making a mess in the kitchen, what else did you get up to the last few days?’ 

   You are ashamed to say that you didn’t do anything besides your failed attempt at dinner. You spent most of the time watching TV in bed. And when you weren’t doing that you were trying to get into the locker where they keep the guns so you could practice shooting. You wanted to go on hunts, but Sam wouldn’t let you. Stupid Alpha. 

   ‘Not much, just TV’, you tell him. 

   Sam chuckles, ‘So you didn’t try to break into the gun locker?’ 

   ‘Nooo…’ 

   ‘Nice try, you left the light on in the armoury, and a lock pick next to the locker. You couldn’t have tried to be more obvious. What distracted you?’ Sam’s voice had hardened a little and you could feel a scolding coming. 

   ‘I noticed what time it was, I had to start cooking.’ 

   Sam laughs quietly before bringing up the topic you knew he would. ‘(Y/N), I don’t want you hunting.’ 

   You sat up, frustration building in your stomach. ‘Sam, I’m not some weak, helpless little female Omega. I may be an Omega, but I’m not completely breakable. Sure I’m smaller than men who are Beta’s or Alpha’s but why does that automatically put me on house arrest?’

   Sam sighs, he gave you a look that told you he knew this was coming. ‘I know you aren’t weak and I know you hate it when I say it's for your protection, but it really is. There are no Omega’s in the FBI or any other law enforcement agency. That means we’d be leaving you alone in a motel, and that’s a big no. And if you’re there fighting alongside me, I’m going to be more worried about you, than myself or the person we are trying to save.’ 

   He brought his hands up to cup your face and gently kissed your forehead. ‘I’m sorry (Y/N), but I just can’t have you hunting.’ 

   ‘Sammy, (Y/N)! Food!’ 

You sigh loudly, and move to push Sam away but he grabs your wrist. ‘I understand you’re upset. I’m sorry, I really am. But you are safer here, it’s as simple as that. You just have to trust that I’ll come back.’ He gives you a small smile, getting up and moving to the door. 

   ‘By the way, you still have soy sauce in your hair.’ 

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