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welldonebeca · 6 months

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The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?" Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

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gremlintheslut · 1 year

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The shields little girl

Chapter 5 ∆ heat day 2

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Warnings: restraints, listening to people have sex, unprotected sex, shower sex, daddy kink, ddlg, toys(vibrator),

I woke just like the last sweaty and dizzy. I want to wake up my alphas but we were up late and I want them to get some sleep. I roll over and try to fall back asleep but I fail miserably. After 40 minutes I gave up on sleep and just laid there awake as the pain I felt before returned. "you alright sweetheart?" I hear Dean mumble pulling me closer to him. "can't sleep" I say briefly. "why not?" he says half asleep. "hurts" I utter and he snaps awake.

He finally remembers I'm in heat. He sits up and looks down at my sweaty desperate face. He looks at the 2 men sleeping soundly next to us. "shower?" he whispers and I nod my head sitting up. We walk well more like tiredly stumble to the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and I begin to remove my clothes. I turn around now fully naked he has just finished getting undressed. He puts his hands on my waist and guides us to the shower.

Once we're in, he pushes me against the tile wall. He turns on the shower and we both get blasted with cold water. We both squirm to get away from the freezing-cold torture chamber that is the shower. I step onto the tile flooring of the bathroom and can't help but giggle at what had just happened. Dean laughs with me. He turns on some hot water and grabs my waist once again. His lips attach to mine as we wait for the water to heat up. I feel his tongue glide against my lip asking to enter. I part my lips and feel his tongue on mine.

We fight for dominance even though we both know who will win. His right-hand moves from my waist and dips into the water streaming from the shower head. After only a second his hand returns to my waist and pulls us under the now lukewarm water. He once again pushes me against the tile wall and we both stay put. I feel his erection poking my stomach. Both his hands move to the back of my thighs. "jump" he mutters against my lips. I do as he asks and he catches me. I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel his tip at my entrance.

He slowly pushes into me and I moan against his mouth. Inch by inch he goes in until he's balls deep in me. I moan and press my face into the crook of his neck. He slowly pulls out and thrust back in continuously. He picks up the pace quite quickly and begins to pound me into the wall. "fuck, you feel so good baby" he groans in my ear as he fucks my cunt hard and fast. I am unable to form any words at all.

Then my eyes go wide as someone bangs on the bathroom door. "hurry up or I'm peeing off the balcony!" roman yells through the door and we hear heavy foots walking away. I look at Dean my face redder than a tomato and he chuckles shaking his head at Reigns' words. I let out a particularly loud moan as he hits my spot. "right there" I almost yell. "right here?" he says hitting my spot hard over and over again. "yes, fuck!" I moan. I know Roman and Seth are both awake and hearing all of this and I don't care.

I feel a thumb rub against my clit and I feel the familiar coil in my lower tummy tighten. "daddy I'm gonna cum!" I cry out loudly wanting Roman and Seth to hear. The coil gets tighter and tighter as Dean keeps fucking me. "cum for me doll face" he says on the verge of his very own orgasm. With those five words, I clench around him and come undone as his warm seed fills me. He kisses me on the cheek. "you did so well" he says as he picks up a washcloth and helps clean me up.

Time skip 35 mins later

I'm dry and have my clothes on now. I walk towards the door and unlock it before opening it. Then I hear Seth and Roman giving both me and Dean a slow clap as we walk out of the bathroom. "shut up" I mumble my face turning red. I feel Romans' arms wrap around my waist. "did you want us to hear?" he whispers into my ear. "Didn't you have to pee?" I say try to get away. "I told you I would pee off of the balcony, now answer the question" he replies. "so what if I did?" I say a smirk appearing on my lips.

"you admit it?" Seth asks. "yeah I do," I say more confidently than I had meant to. I look at Seth's face and for a moment I feel proud at how flustered he looks. Then I feel Romans' erection poking against me as he pulls me towards the bed. I feel my heart race as he pins me to the bed. "fucking whore" he growls against my neck. I see Dean walking over with something in his hand. I know I'm in for it when I finally realize what it is. He's holding handcuffs. When he reaches the bed he grabs my arms and Roman pulls away from my neck to get out of his way. Dean pins my arms above my head and puts the handcuffs on me. "too tight?" he asks and I shake my head. "what's your safe word?" "red" "good girl" he kisses my cheek and takes a step back looking at me.

Roman continues his assault on my neck and I notice Seth is gone. Then I see him. Out of the corner of my eye, he is holding a familiar black bag. It's my bag of toys but not the kind I play with when I'm little. "you wanna explain angel?" Seth asks and I freeze up. "no?" I'm still frozen and can't defend myself in any way. Then he opens the bag. He chuckles as he looks into the very full bag. Roman pulls my pants and panties down in one movement. Then he removes my shirt leaving me fully nude. Seth pulls a wand vibrator. My face goes bright red but I can't help but feel excited. He inspects the toy before passing it to Roman. "you really are a whore" he says looking me in the eyes as he turns it on.

I feel him press it against my clit and I press my face against my arm to hide it. Dean grabs my chin and pulls my face back into their view. Roman puts it on the highest setting and I squirm as it's the first time I've ever used it on that setting. They watch me squirm all of them clearly amused. Roman grabs my waist to hold me still. "sit still princess" he warns and I try my best to keep still. I can't help but jolt every few seconds at the waves of pleasure I am receiving. I am already close to cuming. "daddy! Can I cum? Can I please cum?!" I cry loudly a few seconds away from my orgasm. "no" he answers bluntly. I try my best to hold back. "ple-ahh please?" I plead. But before he even answers me I tip over the edge. He keeps the vibrator on my clit as I come down from my high but turns it off when I'm done.

I open my eyes and see three furious faces staring at me.

"fuck"

Continued in the next chapter

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 2 years

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My Alpha (Alpha!Declan Harp x Omega!Reader)

Might turn this into a series, but this is just pure flith! Enjoy!-K

If you want more, let me know! Dont forget to send me feedback!!

Declan held your hair in a tight ponytail, pounding into your pussy harder and harder as he moaned “fuck Y/N….feels so fucking good” he growled as he dug his fingers into your hip thrusting harder and faster as you moaned out louder “fuck! Fuck!! Please let me cum!” you cried out gasping as he changed his angle. “Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight” Declan moaned as he released your hair and slid out of you before he picked you up and tossed you on your back on the bed before he pounced on you, gripping you up in his arms as he slid back into you, his mouth covering your right breast as he slammed you down on his hard cock. You cried out throwing your head back as your fingers pulled his hair. “you’re such a good girl for me” Declan growled marking your chest in bruises and bites.

You felt your legs tremble, this was amazing, you cried out as you pulled his head back kissing him deeply before he gripped your throat “easy” he growled nipping your bottom lip. You whimpered as your pussy clenched around him harder. “Please alpha,” you whispered looking down at him before he gripped your hair and tilted your head to the side, scenting you deeply as he groaned his eyes rolling back. “wh-wh-what are you doing?” you whispered before he pulled back looking at you.

“Don’t you want me to mark you baby? Make you mine forever?” he slowed his thrusts and watched as you thought about it. He could see your mind racing, wanting to ease this troubling thought train he leaned in and kissed you softly. “If you’re worried….im not gonna leave” he whispered. You looked bashfully at him kissing him softly. “I think I’m ready,” you whispered as he smiled kissing you deeply again before he growled picking up his thrusts, slamming you down on him harshly as you cried out.

You felt your walls tightening, your nails dug into his shoulders as you called out his name. “Declan! I’m gonna cum!” you cried out as he slid out of you, you whimpered, until he rolled you over on your stomach, pulling your ass up and with a swift, harsh slap he growled as you moaned, slick gushing out of your cunt at the motion. “Alpha…” he whispered in your ear as he bent over you, before he slammed back into you.

“Alpha!” You gasped pushing back into him as he thrusted harder. “Fuck sweetheart, gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my pups” he snarled against your neck, right where he wanted to mark you. As he fucked you roughly, your walls fluttered around him, “cum for me baby cum for daddy” he snarled before he sunk his teeth into that sweet sensitive spot on your neck as he came with you. Filling you up as his knot sunk into you.

As you caught your breath, Declan held you close and curled up with you under the blankets. He kissed your neck as he licked that wound softly. “I love you so much, Y/N.” he whispered softly as he held you close. “

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myselfshipi · 1 year

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In an alternate universe—omegaverse specifically, I know I’d be an omega but I have no idea what the guys would be. I want to say alphas but then I wonder if angels would even have a designation or if it would only be the vessel they possess? Same for demons? Would they even be around? Why?

But then I wonder what would even cause a universe like that to be developed and/or how civilization would even fall apart to get to a chaotic need for everyone to have designations in addition to genders. Would sexual orientation even be a thing then?

I’m weird. I know. This is what I get for reading paranormal romance novels and erotica and being a witch and hunter. lol! ❤️

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 month

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The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat.

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water.

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep.

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space.

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead.

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner.

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure.

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal.

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse.

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that?

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor.

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.”

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing.

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?”

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.”

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up.

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow.

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes.

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective.

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs.

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear.

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted.

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top.

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs.

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right.

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom.

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up.

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms.

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered.

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Stuck on you

Summary: Dean can be annoying as fuck. But you're stuck on him.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader (fem)

Warnings: a/b/o, needy Dean, annoying Dean, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

“Dean, can you just not?” You groan and roll your eyes as Dean paces around the library. He glances at the book in your hands like it's an enemy he wants to kill. “What?”

“Do you read that book or just look at it?” He cocks his head when you slam the book shut. Crap, you’re mad.

“Dean Winchester, there are no pictures in the book. Do you think I just stare at the words and wait for them to crawl inside my brain?”

“That’s a funny thought,” he nods slowly. “Imagine, the words just jump at you and nestle in your brain. Would be cool.”

“You’d find it cool only because you hate reading,” you point the book at him. “Now stop distracting me. I try to get this essay done.”

“Why do you write an essay?” He sits on the table to run his fingertips over your thigh. “We could have a movie night or dinner in bed.”

“I need to finish this one because I want that degree,” you stick your tongue out when he rolls his eyes. “Remember, I told you that I want to be more than a huntress one day. The degree is important to me, and I expect you to support me.”

“I do, but—” his eyes drop to your cleavage, and Dean forgets what he wanted to say. He’s close to his rut and in need of cuddles. Dean is simply too proud to ask you to stop reading and start taking care of your alpha.

“Why did I let you claim me again?” You grin at Dean. He tries to hide his neediness and fails epically. You’re an evil bitch and love to tease your alpha. “I can’t believe my alpha is not supporting me.”

“Sweetheart,” he stammers. “I always support you. You know that. It’s just…I need … uh … your help with something.”

“How about you go to your Dean cave and let me read for another hour?” You fake that you are angry and pout. You need Dean to leave so you can take care of him later.

Dean sighs deeply but nods.

“Fine,” he hangs his head and hops off the table. Dean leaves the library without trying to get you to follow him. He knows when he’s not wanted…

“Why are you calling me? We live in the same place,” Dean asks while walking toward your shared room. He pouts as he enters the room. “Y/N?”

You hang up the phone to pat the spot next to you on your bed. “I thought we could have a movie night and…” You lick your lips, “I’m in need of cuddles and I brought all the nice blankets here.”

“Cuddles, huh?” He closes the door, considering his next step. The book you read lies abandoned on your nightstand. He glares at it and sticks his tongue out. “I’ll give the best cuddles and hugs.

“I know, alpha,” you croon. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how good you can cuddle me.”

Dean cockily smirks. He kicks off his shoes and strips his clothes off.

“I will cuddle you so good you’ll be a mess when I’m done with you.”

You chuckle. “I meant cuddling, not sex.”

He crawls onto the bed and under the covers to pounce on you. You end up on top of Dean, with his arms slung tightly around your body.

“Better?”

“Better,” he nuzzles you. “I have missed you today, sweetheart. Is all.”

“You’ve got me, Dean. Always…”

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 4 | Mutual Pining

Open Mic Night | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: General Word Count: 1,357 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Summary: Cas works at a bookstore. Dean wants to impress him.

Ladies' Night | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Wayward Sisters, Truth Spells, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Wears Panties, First Kiss Summary: Dean comes to Ladies' Night at Jody's, and the ladies put him through the ringer.

The Rainbow Confection | @brainfuzz

Rating: General Word Count: 3,231 Main Tags/Warnings: Homophobic language, no warnings apply Summary: Where Dean owns a LGBT+ friendly coffee shop/café and Castiel is oblivious.

Thy Name is Dumbassery | @spnisthewayoflife

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,314 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Implied Meg Masters/Castiel - Freeform, Dean is JEALOUS, Castiel & Meg Masters Friendship, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Idiots in Love, Dumbasses, the pair of them, Sassy Meg Masters, Meg Masters Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Pining, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean and Castiel aren't aware that they have been pining after each other for years and that their mutual feelings have remained unspoken. Until Castiel starts avoiding Dean and Dean realizes that he can't imagine his life without Castiel in it. Will they ever tell each other that they are head over heels in love?

Grumpy Angel and the cat (feat.Dean) | @destiel-pirate-in-middleearth

Rating: General Word Count: 6,130 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Sam ships it, Love confession Summary: Dean is getting silent treatment from Castiel because he won't allow Castiel to take a poor abandoned cat home with them because that's the hunter's rule. No pets in the bunkers and for starters Dean hates cats. It's not that he's jealous of that cat getting all of Castiel's affection which he longs for but he hates that monster cat with a stupid face. Or The one where Sam is just done with everyday’s bullshit because his brother is getting a silent treatment from the angel again.

Wings to Dancs | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12,621 Main Tags/Warnings: Normal Human AU, Dancer Cas, past homelessness, minor internally homophobia, implied top Dean/bottom Cas (no smut) Summary: A night of awkward conversations, humiliating moments, and halfhearted attempts at trying to learn to dance for his brother's wedding take a surprising turn for the better for Dean when he realizes he accidentally locked himself out of his car. He and Castiel, the dance instructor he's admired from afar for so long, end up bonding over buried memories of past pain and find themselves dancing towards a brighter future together.

Why did the chicken cross the road? | @whichstiel

Rating: Mature Word Count: 15,007 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate universe - canon divergence, Chickens, South Dakota Summary: Castiel raises show chickens on a small farm, alone after the death of his benefactor and friend. A runaway chicken leads him across the road to Winchester Auto Repair where he must contend with the easy charm of Dean Winchester. A canon divergent story set in rural South Dakota.

Scent-Blind | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,194 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Paramedic Dean, Temporary Anosmia, Slight Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Alpha Dean, Omega Cas, Top Dean, Bottom Cas Summary: An accident has left Castiel without a sense of smell. In order to test whether his ability to scent is coming back, he has to regularly (try to) scent an alpha. Just like anything else, paramedic Dean Winchester doesn’t smell like anything to him. Until...

Proverbs 13:12 | @angelcasendgame

Rating: General Word Count: 16,298 Main Tags/Warnings: best friends deancas, stuck in a net, angel cas Summary: “A human and his angel get caught in a net,” Dean says dryly, not seeming to notice how completely still Castiel has gone. “Sounds like a set up to a bad joke. Or a Bible story.” “I can assure you, Dean,” he manages to say, trying desperately not to fixate on Dean's words. “This has never happened in the Bible.” (feat. autumn longing and hope, a game of I spy, hozier and led zepplin, mentions of the mixtape, and most importantly, dean and cas being best friends and helplessly in love with each other)

A Mature Student | @startswitheff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 22,939 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Professor Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel is Seriously Depraved, College | University Student Dean Winchester, Dirty Thoughts, Masturbation in Shower, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Date, Castiel is a hot mess, First Date, sex on the first date, silver foxes, top!Castiel, bottom!Dean Winchester Summary: Prof. Castiel Novak does not know how to handle the smokin' hot silver fox in his Intro to American History class.

Maybe Next Time | @motherofdragonflies

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 37,134 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern!AU, Musician Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, Meet-Cute, Idiots in Love Summary: Dean Winchester agreed to sing at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding for the sole purpose of getting revenge on her for cheating on him. He never expected that he would meet anyone, let alone a man with beautiful blue eyes that Dean can’t stop thinking about. Castiel Novak agreed to attend his colleague’s wedding solely for the networking opportunities. He never expected that he would be instantly captivated by the beautiful singer of the wedding band. Despite being inexplicably drawn together, every time they run into each other they’re interrupted by Dean’s phone. Or Dean’s ex. If she even is his ex. Maybe next time they meet, Dean and Castiel will finally overcome the obstacles that the universe keeps throwing in their path, and find the happiness they didn’t even know they were looking for.

The Very Touch of You Corrupts (WIP) | @labgeek2002

Rating: Mature Word Count: 78,707 Main Tags/Warnings: AU, Detective!Cas, Criminal!Dean, internalized homophobia, implied child abuse Summary: While closing up the biggest career in Detective Castiel Novak's life, bringing down Chicago's notorious Lunguino crime family, everything gets put on hold when he catches Dean Winchester, his childhood crush, breaking the law. Soon after he snaps the cuffs on Dean, Cas' world is turned inside out as he's led down the dark path of organized crime and police corruption. With no one he can trust, will Cas learn to rely on the man who once brought comfort and protection, or will he find betrayal around every corner?

Finding You In Every Sign | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 99,407 Main Tags/Warnings: coffee shop au, flower shop au, language of flowers, Deaf!Castiel, American Sign Language, Deaf Characters, bottom Dean/top Castiel, bottom Castiel/top Dean, mutual pining, fluff, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, hurt Dean, hurt and comfort, miscommunication Summary: Castiel was content with the constant flow of his life. He had his brother Gabriel, had his coffee shop and the weekly book club meetings as well as a small but solid group of friends. If there was one thing his hateful family had taught him, it was how fast things could go wrong if he let too many variables shape his life. So when he met Dean, a gradual regular at his shop, Castiel knew he was trouble, because Dean was like a comet, beautiful but beyond reach. Ever since his father died, there wasn’t a single constant in Dean’s life. Moving on, never stopping, never getting attached to one thing for too long had made him a drifter for the past seven years. Being the only hearing person in his family hadn’t been easy with a father like John Winchester, so as soon as Dean saw an escape, he took it. Settling down to open his flower shop was anything but easy, especially when he met the elusive deaf owner of the coffee shop next door. The more he discovered about Cas, the louder the voice in the back of his head whispered that maybe Castiel was the person finally worth staying for. And maybe, just maybe, Dean was willing to listen now.

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winchestersickness · 6 months

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Sorry anon I somehow deleted your ask 😔 but here's the rec! I went through my ao3 history and picked these, I hope there's something you haven't read yet and that you will enjoy :))

Gift Horse, Mouth, etc.

Sam gets accidentally stuck with a curse that can only be lifted by acting on his deepest hidden fantasy. Dean thinks it's hilarious, and why won't Sammy just tell him what it is already? It can't be anything that weird. Right?

Please Tell Me Who I Am

A/B/O AU. As a beta, Sam shouldn’t even be attracted to his alpha brother (much less be yearning for Dean to finally take that last step into claiming him officially) but, a few compatibility issues aside, they’re happy with the pseudo-mateship they’ve got going on. At least, until a hunt-gone-wrong ends up with Sam being cursed into an omega. He and Dean race to find a way to reverse the spell before it’s too late…but now Sam’s not entirely sure if he even wants to be cured.

Convalescence

Post-Cage!Sam seen through the eyes of others.

(more under the cut)

In Loco Parentis

“Sam, are you,” Dean pauses, squeezing his eyes shut for a second because his brain just doesn’t want to catch up. “Are you jerking off and thinking about Dad?” (Sam is 15).

take the things you love

The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

There's An Enochian Incantation

Dean finds a spell to create a weapon to banish leviathans. It involves an Enochian incantation. The last thing Sam's already-fragile mind needs is to hear words in the language of angels.

brother only wants

Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)

Hands Away

When you’re horny and alone with one person in one room for a long time and you’re sixteen and all you’ve ever been taught is to love your brother more than anything, it doesn’t seem like that far of a leap to start imagining what his mouth would feel like around your dick.

Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming

The 70k-word nonlinear coming of age story that literally no one asked for. "I know you want to give him the world, Dean, but you were never supposed to give him this."

Taking Advantage

Sam is doing everything Dean tells him to. It’s weird, and Dean wants to get to the bottom of it so he pushes Sam. Sam breaks.

I'd Gladly Lose Me To Find You

Sam takes a vow of silence in order to pull Dean out of Hell, but by the time Dean comes back, Sam's lost more of himself than just his voice. Splits off completely from canon after the season 3 finale.

One Going On Eternity And Counting

Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed ...

with hearts that are guilty, not remorseful

“I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” It’s a fact, as plain as the day. The sky is blue. Their mother was killed by a demon. They hunt monsters. Sam wants Dean. “I’ve loved you for longer, I think.” “God,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper, raising a hand to grip his own hair by the roots and pulling. He looks absolutely wretched. “I fucked you up, didn’t I?”

When You're Not Here

The third time Sam Winchester comes to school with bruises, Mrs. Davidson decides it's time to intervene - before it's too late.

Gutless

Sticky fingers, that’s what Dean always calls him.

Bullet for my Valentine

Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe.

I haven't been reading spn fics for long so idk if all these are well known already, but I loved all of these (a couple of them are platonic). hope you'll like them!

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urne-buriall · 9 months

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sometimes I like to imagine that the Alpha Shifter just kept Dean's face. for years. like maybe Bobby-John is fussy sometimes and won't stop crying and Alpha Shifter figures out that the kid soothes and calms down faster with that face so he just goes with it. like imagine a few years down the line TFW is working some random case and Alpha Shifter Who Looks Like Dean is there on the street one afternoon looking both ways and holding Bobby-John's hand at the school crosswalk. is the real Dean overtaken by bittersweet longing for that kind of normalcy, something he can't look away from, seeing his face enacting consummate fatherhood while for the real version it feels forever out of reach? yes. is Sam like "uhhh, guys, shouldn't we get out and gank the monster?" yes

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Hi, i don’t know if you’re taking requests, but i was wondering if you’d ever write a one-shot or imagine on Dean returning from hell and the readers reaction (they’re together)? I know you wrote one on him returning from purgatory but i feel him going to hell was a lot more traumatic and i love your writing so much. Just an angsty to fluff fic 😭🫶🏻 if not no worries ❤️

Ahh interesting! I know I keep saying I'm not taking new requests, but you guys keep throwing me some prompts that give me life. 😂💗

So I've done something similar in a Dean x OFC story I wrote in the past called "Do You Recall" (I wrote it in high school, so old AF. It's on Ao3. Read it at your own risk lmao). But your request actually gave me an idea.

I've been wanting to write something with A/B/O dynamics for a while now, so I hope you don't mind, but I've written this prompt with a bit of a twist...

Coming soon:

"Make It Right"

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.

👀 Sneak Peek:

Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.

“I’ve barely got three months left on my deal,” he said, through clenched teeth. “This isn’t…it’s not fucking fair to you.”

To you either, you wanted to point out, but you shook your head and held him close by the back of his neck. Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your nails brushing his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.

Your touch both aroused him and soothed him. Your scent was everywhere, mingled with his own that now covered you like a blanket. It was intense, and a bit overwhelming to his senses.

But it felt right.

“Don’t talk like you’ve already given up,” you said tersely.

It was with more vehemence than he expected.

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welldonebeca · 6 months

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The Family (2/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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You didn't stop moving your pussy against Jess' as the boys surrounded you, and even followed the camera with your eyes when Dean pulled his phone to take a picture of you two.

"Come on, you," Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from Jess. "Let's give our girl a minute."

"Oh, look at you," Dean cooed her, moving to caress her face, drying her tears. "Did she overwhelm you, Omega? Did our mean Omega try to fuck you silly?"

Jess whined.

"'eeeeean."

Sam sat you on his lap, and it was your turn to whine, trying to squirm away from his grip.

"Correction, Dean. She succeeded in fucking her silly," he grabbed your hips. "Baby girl, she can't even talk properly."

You pouted and your Alpha laughed.

"I'm not done," you protested.

"See, that's why Omegas can’t fuck each other alone," he told you. "They'd fuck themselves exhausted. Look at her, poor little Jess."

She lay across his lap, and closed her legs shut when Dean moved a hand near her pussy.

"Awn, baby. Was it too much?"

Jess nodded and you pouted.

Well, she wasn't asking you to stop!

"I guess someone's gonna have to give her a bath," Dean sighed, and it was obvious that it was going to be him.

"Hey, Dean," Sam huffed a little.

Your husband turned to him.

"I can take care of my Omega too, Sam," he reminded him. "And you got your hands full of the naughty one while I clean up our overwhelmed baby."

Sam moved his hand to caress your bump, shaking his head as Dean carried Jess away, and made you look at him when you pouted and huffed.

"Why didn't you tell us you were horny, baby?" he moved his hand to your tits, pinching one of your nipples. "Look at you, all messy."

You half-whined and half-huffed.

"You two never let us play together," you pouted. "She is my Omega too. I should be able to fuck her too."

"I know... but you need to rest and focus on the baby," he caressed your belly.

What, just because you were pregnant, it meant you couldn't be horny anymore?

When was that energy when they mated you?

"I wanted to eat her pussy," you whined. "Sammy!"

He put a finger underneath your chin, kissing your lips softly.

"Poor little Omega," he cooed. "Was it a craving, baby?"

You nodded, and he moved his fingers to caress your face.

"You were so tired lately," he spoke softly. "It's important that you rest."

"But I'm not tired anymore!" you protested.

Sam raised his eyebrows, looking at your face.

"You're not, baby?" he scratched your chin. "You're horny now, aren't you? It's why your pussy is leaking all over my jeans."

You pouted, though not fighting anymore, all of your domineering melting away now that Alpha was taking charge.

"Did you make yourself cum when you were using our little Omega, baby girl?" he picked you up, walking to the couch. "Or were you too focused on making her smart brain leak all over our couch?"

You shook your head, and he clicked his tongue.

"Maybe that's what you need," he decided, laying you on the couch. "To get a good knot in your pussy and be fucked silly yourself to settle, uh?"

You spread your legs widely, feeling your thighs already coated with your slick.

"Alpha," you whimpered.

Sam pulled his cock out, tapping onto your pussy with it.

You squirmed, and gasped when he pushed his cock into your pussy, moaning above you.

"So fucking wet, our needy little Omega," he grunted. "Thinking she could fuck our Omega dumb without us."

You moaned, closing your eyes.

There was nothing bigger and more filling than an Alpha's cock.

Sam pulled back and pushed into you again, making your tits bounce a bit.

"You can't stop yourself, little Omega," he grunted. "It's why you need us."

He moved his hand down, rubbing your clit, and you closed your eyes, crying out in pleasure.

"Would have fucked Jess until you were both exhausted if we didn't come back home, wouldn't you?" he shook his head. "Silly horny baby."

You pouted.

"But Sammy," you whined, moaning, closing your eyes.

He rubbed you a little tighter.

"Now I gotta fuck you to exhaustion," he told her. "Maybe that will teach you a lesson, uh?"

You closed your eyes, too horny to answer as you felt your orgasm building up already.

"Cum for me, little Omega," he commanded. "I know you need it."

You cried out, eyes practically crossing as you rode your orgasm, and Sam grunted as he fucked you through it.

"That's right, baby," he coaxed you. "Squeeze around my cock. Feels so fucking good."

Sam's moans grew, and you braced yourself for his knot, but it didn't come.

Instead, your Alpha slowed down, fucking you deep with each thrust, and he leaned down to kiss your lips deeply before kissing his way down your neck and then your chest.

"Did she suck your pretty tits, Omega?" he asked, squeezing your breast. "Is that why she was dripping milk all over herself?"

You whined.

"So messy," he mocked you, pinching your nipple, and you arched your chest to his chest. "And so eager, my little Omega..."

Your tits ached with his teasing, still full.

"Please, Alpha," you begged him.

Sam licked his lips.

"Please what?" he twisted your nipple.

You squirmed.

"Suck my tits?" you whined.

Sam smiled.

"Of course, little baby," he cooed.

He moved to your chest, sucking on your nipple and you both moaned together.

"Missed your delicious milk so much," he squeezed your breast. "And so warm from the source, my Omega."

You cried in pleasure, so close again.

You knew the boys would practically compete for your milk once your daughter was here.

"Sam," you whined. "I'm gonna cum again."

He moved his lips away.

"Cum for me then, baby," he commanded. "Cum with your Alpha sucking your tits."

You did, full breasts squirting some milk as you cried under Sammy.

He sucked your tits as you rode your high in complete bliss, crying as he fucked you with no urgency to stop.

"Sam," you panted.

"Take my cock like a good Omega," he growled. "Just take it, baby, no need to think."

You moaned, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he really was going to fuck you silly, wasn't he?

He fucked and fucked you until you came again, and you cried when he didn't stop.

"Sammy," you protested.

Fuck, it was too much. He was relentless, unstopping.

You were burning, clenching and trembling under him, nipples oversensitive as he sucked them, pussy overwhelmed as he fucked it.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, please. Sam!"

But he didn't stop, the big meany he was.

"One more, baby," he coached you, fingers rubbing your clit, and you cried when you felt his touch. "Your Alpha needs to feel you cum as I knot you."

You arched your body to his, needy and overwhelmed at the same time. touch.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, Sam, I-"

"You can do it, baby," he pressed harder onto you. "You're such a good Omega, you will never deny me such a sweet thing."

All you could do was moan and cry as he fucked and used you, and your eyes filled with tears as you reached another orgasm, triggering his own at last.

His knot filled you to the point of just making you feel complete, and you finally, finally, felt like you had enough, like you were satiated.

Sam picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting Sam carry you into your bedroom while still locked right inside you.

"There you are," Dean reacted when he opened the door.

You looked back at him and found your husband cuddling Jess, knotting her from behind.

"Is our Omega settled, Sammy?" he asked softly, petting her hair. "Did she learn her lesson"?

Sam looked at you, and you nodded tiredly.

"I've learned my lesson," you pouted.

They chuckled, and you knew they both didn't believe you, but Sam lied you down anyway.

"I thought you said you were just taking a bath?" he asked.

Dean shrugged.

"Well, she couldn't resist me."

"He's so needy," Jess affirmed sleepily, reaching for you and cuddling you from behind. "Just like you."

You flushed.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

But she just buried her face into your neck.

"I would tell you if I didn't like it," she squeezed you. "Now we sleep. I don't plan on walking for at least twelve hours."

Sam chuckled behind you.

"You two really do deserve one another," he caressed your back. "Good thing you have us to balance your energy."

You pouted.

It would be much easier for them to bend than for you to do so, you knew that.

You held Jess' hand, kissing it, and closed your eyes, relaxing and ready to fall asleep.

You were startled awaken, however, when you felt something new and strange.

"Wait," you gasped. "I think she just kicked!"

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Pack chapter 1

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.

Chapter warnings: forced scenting and a smack to the bum

Bingo: This fulfils my A/B/O AU square of my @spnaubingo card

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“Go with Sam, I’ll head them off,” Dean said to me, kissing my forehead gently. I shivered. “I promise, I’ll find you again, Omega mine,” he whispered.

Dean turned to his fellow Alpha brother. “Get them to safety, then if I’m not back in 4 hours, you know what to do.” He threw Sam his keys, who nodded. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what they were talking about.

Sam reached out and took the hand of his Omega, Madison, before ushering me forward with his other hand on the small of my back. She seemed more comfortable with what was going on than I was, which I couldn’t work out if it was because she was marked or because she’d been through things with the brothers before.

I’d only met them yesterday.

I hadn’t really had time to get to know my mate, my Alpha, what with all the running for our lives we’d been doing.

I didn’t even know who was after us. Or why. There were a lot of significant looks between Dean, Sam and Madison, but not a lot of explanations. Dean had asked me to trust him, and for some insane reason I did.

We made our way through the forest.

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We’d been walking for maybe half an hour. Sam and Madison were off to my left when I smelt them. Alphas. Many of them.

I barely had time to send a panicked look at my companions when I was grabbed. A tall Alpha grabbed my collar and jerked me backwards so that I stumbled. He started to run his hands up my arms, taunting me, teasing me. Another came, also touching me. In no time at all I was surrounded by 4 or 5 of them. I tried to shy away, but there was another one at every turn.

I don’t even think this was who we had been running from. They didn’t smell like what Sam and Dean had smelt like the first night they’d found me, when they’d explained their bruised bodies by telling me they’d had an altercation. No, I imagine these Alphas were here because of one thing.

I was unmarked.

Suddenly, one of them was wrenched away from the circle that had formed around me. Sam hooked his arm around my waist and hoisted me out of the circle, spinning so that I was now on the other side of him to them. “Mine,” he growled menacingly at them.

“The other one’s yours, this one isn’t marked,” one of the other Alphas said cockily, trying to reach around Sam to grab me. Another Alpha started to tug on my arm.

“MINE,” Sam growled again, louder and more threatening. I started to shake, panic setting in.

“Yeah, come on, you’ve already got one. Don’t be greedy,” another Alpha called. It wasn’t unheard of for an Alpha to take more than one Omega, but it could definitely make other Alphas jealous.

Sam pulled the other hands off me then roughly span me around to face him and lifted me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Scent yourself,” he ordered me. His voice was harsher and more dominant than I had heard him be before, but I had only met him yesterday.

I started to struggle, pushing my hands flat on his chest and trying to push away from him, wriggling my whole body in his strong grip. The other Alphas were circling again, increasing my panic.

SMACK. My whole body jolted as his large hand came down firmly on my bum. It stung. I momentarily stropped struggling, in shock.

He grabbed my hair roughly and forced my head to his neck. “Scent yourself,” he ordered again, even harsher this time.

As my face got close to his, he spoke to me so quietly it couldn’t even be called a whisper, it was barely a breath, “Trust me.”

By this point his scent was intense, menacing and engulfing me and probably the whole surrounds. It was stronger and more aggressive than the other Alphas, although they were certainly trying to give him a run for his money.

He manoeuvred my face into the crook of his neck. Not seeing any other option, I reluctantly began to rub my neck and face on his scent glands, covering myself in his scent. At least if I was with Sam, I rationalised, there might be some possibility that he was doing this to save me and wouldn’t mark me before his brother could. The other Alphas were likely to claim me on the spot and next minute I’d be barefoot and pregnant in their kitchen, or worse.

I heard Madison whimper quietly as I scented her mate.

Surprisingly, his scent wasn’t repulsive to me. I wasn’t attracted to it, but it wasn’t as bad as when I’d been close to other, overly dominant Alphas in the past.

The other Alphas backed off a little now that I was accepting Sam’s dominance. Sam reached out to Madison and roughly grabbed her hand, bringing it to his belt. “Hold, bitch,” he ordered her. I’d never seen him so harsh to her, he had previously been the picture of devotion and kindness. All of my previous feelings of relief that my mate and his family seemed nice suddenly evaporated.

Madison responded quietly, “Yes, sir.” I was surprised, I thought she’d complain about how he was treating her.

Sam didn’t put me down like I was expecting him to.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Sam said gruffly to the other Alphas, “I’ll be taking my Omegas.” He said the last two words with an edge, a dominant challenge in his voice. None of the other Alphas said anything as he walked off, me in his arms and Madison gripping his belt.

He carried me for maybe five minutes. I had tried to wriggle to get down a minute or so in, but he growled, “Stop that.” He then whispered quietly, “They’re following us.” I stopped wriggling.

After the five minutes, we finally came in sight of their car. Sam unlocked the back door and roughly bundled me in, then shoved Madison in behind me. “Don’t let her leave,” he ordered Madison, closing the door behind her and locking it.

I looked out the back window. Sam stood in a defensive stance as the Alphas who had been following us stalked up to him. One took a swing, he ducked and swung back. He expertly parried their blows, although a few landed while he was trying to deal with multiple attackers at once.

I saw my opportunity, while all of the Alphas – including Sam – were busy. I turned to the door handle and started trying to unlock it, going to make a break for it.

Madison grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “It’s all an act,” she said quietly, looking into my face earnestly. “Sam’s not like this, he’s doing it to try to protect you to get you back to Dean. I promise, he’s not going to hurt you.”

I paused, indecisive.

“His scent wasn’t that bad, was it?” I slowly nodded. “It’s because he’s in Dean’s Pack, in your mate’s Pack. I’ve had to do a similar thing with Dean before, although I was already marked so Dean’s my Pack Leader too and he smells like Pack to me. But Sam wasn’t there and Dean was trying to protect me. I assume that’s where Sam got the idea from.”

“But the point is,” she continued, “that Pack protects Pack, and Sam knows that you’re part of our Pack. Not only that, but those brothers would do anything for each other, especially protecting each other’s mates. Please believe me, he’s not going to claim you.”

My hand was still on the door handle, unsure what to do. I could see Sam taking on the other Alphas and it scared me, but he might be the only way back to my mate.

“You’ll never see Dean again if one of the other Alpha claims you,” Madison started again. “But I promise, Sam and I will get you back to him. You miss him, I know. It’s hard to be separated from him when you’ve found your mate but aren’t yet claimed by him.” She tugged on my wrist that was still in her hand until I looked up at her face again. “We will get you back to Dean.”

I reluctantly nodded, dropping my hand from the door handle.

The fight between the Alphas was over shortly after, the other Alphas running off and Sam walking purposefully to the driver’s door, a few scratches and developing bruises on him. He slid in and turned the car on, saying under his breath, “You both ok?”

“We’re fine,” Madison replied equally as quietly. “Are you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, still muttering quietly, “We just need to get as far away from them as possible and help Dean with the original case.”

We drove off.

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