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I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut

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Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader

When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but she’s been hurt by alphas like him before.

Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD

WC: 6.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Sam’s mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.

The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.

Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.

From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Sam’s rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.

Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brother’s footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.

His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.

He saw as Dean’s chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Sam’s temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.

His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a moment’s notice.

Clang!

The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway.

Everything froze and Sam held his breath. “Looks like we got some fresh meat boys!” He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.

The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldn’t kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldn’t outrun them but they definitely weren’t going down without a fight.

Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. “Bring it.”

His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Sam’s follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared.

With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.

Sam’s shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.

He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.

Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.

As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.

They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps.

She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.

Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. “You hurt?” But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.

Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. “That’s a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?” She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.

She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. “Sammy!”

Her head turned to look where his brother’s voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home.

“Sammy, huh?” She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.

The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Sam’s belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.

As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. “Shit that was a close one.” He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. “I see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.”

He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. “Y/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.”

Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Sam’s alpha preened. “Strong omega. Perfect mate.” He purred.

“Well, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of ‘em so quick?” He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.

“Pipe bomb filled with blessed dead man’s blood.” She replied like it was obvious.

“Blessed?” Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.

“Like how you would bless holy water.” Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her.

“That was badass, for an omega that is.” Sam didn’t miss the way she flinched, however minute it was.

“Yeah.” She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.

Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close.

“So do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.” But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Sam’s mouth go dry.

“Bars aren’t my thing. Maybe I’ll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.” Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.

The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.

——————

She couldn’t stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.

Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.

Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didn’t think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.

Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.

With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger… for now at least.

But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.

——————

“C’mon Sammy, you’ve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!” Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldn’t just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.

It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.

She was an enigma of the best kind.

“You’re being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?”

“Jesus Sammy.” Dean scoffed. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.

“I’m going back to the motel, text me if you aren’t coming back tonight.” He walked out of the bar before he could hear Dean’s protests.

The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.

With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didn’t notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it.

The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent.

His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.

There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock.

Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. “Sam?” His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m in the room next door.” His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.

She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. “You can come in if you want.”

There was not an ounce of hesitation in Sam’s mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omega’s space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldn’t understand why.

An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs.

“Why-“ “I-“ They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.

The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. “Bobby said you had asked about me.” She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Sam’s face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.

“Yeah I did.” He admitted. “I was curious about you.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”

Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. “You just… captured me, I’ve never met a hunter like you before and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.” She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.

“You wanted to know how an omega could hunt.” She snarled.

“No! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldn’t believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I don’t think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!” He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.

Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. “It wasn’t the whole nest.” She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Sam’s alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Even if it wasn’t, we- I would have been dead without you and that’s why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.” The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.

“You don’t care that I’m an omega?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.” His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. “You being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.” His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal.

Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. “You can’t mean that.” She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.

With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. “You’ll be like all the other alphas out there.” But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his.

“I promise I’m not.” Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alpha’s scent before she groaned quietly.

“You wouldn’t stop an omega from hunting?” Sam shook his head. “You wouldn’t force them to be subservient?”

“Never.” He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupid’s bow. Her chest hitched.

“What about claiming?” Sam’s hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.

Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. “Hypothetically?” She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. “Only when they’re ready, and I will be fine if they never are.”

She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. “Sam!! You in there?!” At the sound of Dean’s voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. “Yeah Dean.” He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.

“Sheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.” Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.

“Was it the pawn shop owner’s wife?” She piped up.

There was a pause and then, “Y/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.”

“Dean.” Sam warned, but the omega’s soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks.

Y/N’s eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.” Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didn’t think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.

He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. “You should stay here, where you’re safe.”

He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/N’s lip turned downwards. “Go.” She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.

She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.

——————

Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobby’s living room, a heavy air between them.

Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. “Any of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?”

Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. “Just bone-headed alphas getting in my way.” She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee.

“Y/N, now’s not the time.” Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. “Hunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards you’re dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.”

Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. “That girl.” Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.

Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.

“What is her deal anyway?” Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobby’s hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.

“You boys weren’t the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.”

Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.

“She got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witch’s curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. She’s been hunting alone ever since.”

“Shit.” Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. “I figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!” The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.

Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didn’t hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.

Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Sam’s arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. “You don’t need to worry anymore, omega. I’m right here.” Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. “No one will ever hurt you again, not while I’m around.”

Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. “You can’t know that, it’s an impossible promise to make.”

Sam’s left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.

“Because I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.” Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Sam’s mind. “Because you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.” He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more.

But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Sam’s life.

The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.

His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more.

“Wait wait wait.” Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasn’t letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. “Wait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?” His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach.

Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. “I need a clear answer, omega.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Please, I want you, all of you.” She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection.

His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. “Then prove it.”

Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers.

Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hair’s breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. “Omega-“ He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him.

A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat.

Sam’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omega’s eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. “Babygirl- fuck- slow down.” Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen.

She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy.

“Omega stop.” Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them.

Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “So good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?” He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks.

Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically.

She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra.

Sam’s plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad.

His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more.

He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt.

Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.

With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. “So wet for me. I’ll make you feel so good, omega.”

Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him.

Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.

“Sam!” She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.

The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alpha’s touch like she could never get enough of him. Sam’s head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.

She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste.

The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldn’t stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.

“Alpha.” She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. “Wan your knot!” Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.

“Shhh omega. You will get it, but not today.” She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.

“I want to earn it, your trust and your mark.” He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. “Let me work for it, please.”

Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. “Yeah okay.” Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.

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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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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1261

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

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A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

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*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART I

Five weeks ago

John had grown tired of Sam’s constant complaining about finishing his sophomore year in one place, so he found a case out west and left his sons in this backwater town. The little money he’d left was running out, and when Dean couldn’t hustle anymore, he took a job at a local garage.

It wasn’t long after another problem arose.

Dean ran out of suppressants in one of the few states requiring a doctor's prescription. He was unsuccessful in obtaining them through less-than-legal channels. Out of options, Dean made sure his brother had everything needed for a few days before taking off to find someone to sink his knot into. He was chatting up a pretty brunette Beta in one of the low-end bars when their irate Alpha showed, and a rut-induced fight ensued.

When the local sheriff showed up at the ER, a doctor informed him the Alpha had died from exsanguination by canine perforation of the carotid artery. Dean, because he was now in full rut, was on IV sedatives, and the sheriff ordered him handcuffed to the hospital bed and posted a twenty-four-hour guard so he couldn’t escape. When Sam could not reach their dad, he called Bobby Singer, even though they were forbidden to contact the Beta after their Alpha fell out with the grumpy hunter.

The young Alphas' words spilled out in a jumble of profuse apologies and explanations, making Bobby’s temper flare. He always considered the brothers to be his kids, and upon hearing Dean’s going to jail and Sam was in North Dakota’s CYF custody, he wanted another shot at the elder Winchester with something more potent than rock salt. Reassuring Sam he’d be there by nightfall, Bobby pulled out his hunter contacts and started dialing, asking everyone in the vicinity to track John down ASAP.

When hitting town, Bobby’s first stop was the CYF holding facility. He presented the fake documentation verifying he was the brother's blood uncle and allowed temporary custody of Sam. Then, to find out what was happening with Dean, they headed to the police station, where Bobby flashed his FBI credentials to the officer in charge, whose response was that information would only be released when his Alpha arrived. He wasn’t allowed visitors except the public defender assigned to the case but slipped them a paper saying that Dean was charged with voluntary manslaughter.

Unable to do anything else and unwilling to sit around the rental while waiting for their pack Alpha, Sam went to the local library to research the state’s laws on his brother's case. At the same time, Bobby interviewed the witnesses from the bar that night, ensuring no unnatural forces seeking revenge against John had a hand in Dean's predicament.

Several days later, John rolled into town and went directly to the police station, where they informed him of the situation and then allowed a brief visit with his eldest. His fuming turned into a boiling rage as he walked towards the interrogation room. Out of all the shit Dean had done over the years, this proved what John always considered his subordinate offspring to be, a worthless fuck-up who was only good at taking orders, and John no longer wanted to deal with him.

Entering the interrogation room, he sees Dean seated at the table, tethered to it by his shackled ankles. The ruddy cast in John’s eyes that'd begun when Caleb found him envelopes his irises, and Dean suddenly found himself airborne, legs flailing as far as the chain aloud, kicks over the chair, then is slammed onto the table, the back of his head impacts the table with a sicking crack, trapped under the weight of his Alpha, his dad, whose hands that used to carry him as a young pup now are wrapped around his throat strangulating him.

Dean flashed back to the night his dad laid baby Sammy in his arms and ordered take your brother outside as fast as you can! And not look back! Over the next sixteen years, John’s mantra, watch out for Sammy, was burned into his psyche, but before he’d even been born, Dean already knew Sam was his in every sense of the word. He was about to lose consciousness when the door burst open, and three deputies barreled and tasered John, shocking the raging Alpha into unconsciousness.

Sam maneuvers around the chaos, drops to his knees next to Dean on the floor and rolls him onto his back, helplessly watches him gasping for air between bluish lips. Sam can sense that dark, angry thing that’s always there, slithering through his veins at the finger-shaped bruising developing around his brother’s neck makes his canines elongate and releases a bloodcurdling wrawl.

Silence fills the air except for Dean’s rasping breath as he watches his brother slowly stand up, appearing confused as to why everything is tinted a strange color. Sam, scanning the room with his glowing, extraordinary shade of red eyes, finally landed on John, feeling the deep-seat anger that while Dean’s lower status didn’t interfere with hunting, it’d never allow him to stand up to their Alpha about to explode.

“Son, don’t.”

Sam finds Bobby’s voice absurdly loud and agitating but heeds the Beta’s advice as the deputies drag the eldest Winchester out of the room.

Twenty-seven days later

At Dean Winchester's arraignment, the assistant DA said that due to the extenuating circumstances, him being on the cusp of a rut, and the Beta’s signed confession of deception in retribution for their deceased Alpha purchasing a House O, their office was willing to offer a plea deal. The Public Defender asked for a brief recess to discuss the terms when John stood up and said, “Your honor, there’s no need for a recess. I accept the deal.”

The court clerk read the agreement out loud for the record.

“Alpha John Winchester agrees to procure an Omega for the defendant, Subordinate Alpha Dean Winchester, within ten days from this date and time, and will present them before this court with the proper documentation. If he fails, the defendant will serve the mandatory five-year imprisonment per the state law of North Dakota. At that time, Alpha Winchester must also surrender custody of his other minor Alpha son, Samuel Winchester, who will be taken to foster care and placed in a court-sanctioned home until he is of age.”

T-Minus forty hours

Shouting and loud banging at the far end of the warehouse drew the attention of several patrons and suddenly stopped just as it started.

“Dean, go wait by the entrance.”

“What?” Dean snapped without thinking, and John grabbed his leather jacket collar, “Don’t you take that tone with me, boy,” he snarled in a low voice. “I’m having to clean up your fucking mess so your brother doesn’t end up in the system.” Dean submissively replied, ”Yes, sir,” and walked away with Sam automatically following.

“No, Sam, you’re staying with me.”

Dean felt terrible for getting his brother mixed up in his mistake, noticing after they’d entered the warehouse, Sam kept trying to hide his natural, recently presented Alpha reaction to the scent of the O’s under his too-short hoodie, now forced by their Alpha to stay in the thick of it, so to speak. He watched Sam reluctantly fell behind his elder. “Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?” The dealer gestures around. “Is there a specific type your son prefers?”

“Dean's preference of type doesn’t matter, but I want one under eighteen.”

Part II

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So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" 😆)

Note: This is not a poly fic but I will be leaning into Pack dynamics where Pack members seek comfort in physical contact with other Pack members. So if you're after something poly you could probably read that into some subtext here, but if you're not into that then don't worry.

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.

Warnings: canon-level violence, probably a bit of smut, A/B/O dynamics, there will be hugging and sleeping with (literal sleeping, not sex) Pack members who are not your mate. Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.

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Chapter 1

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

Chapter 2

You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.

Chapter 3

Dean explains.

Chapter 4

You go home to sleep.

Chapter 5

You head back to the bunker with the Winchester

Chapter 6

Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter 7

Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.

Chapter 8

Sam takes Dean to hospital.

Chapter 9

Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.

Chapter 10

Dean gets out of hospital.

Chapter 11

Dean is suddenly sick.

Chapter 12

Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.

Chapter 13

Dean comes home.

Chapter 14

Dean and you go to the doctor

Chapter 15

You try to follow the doctor's orders

Chapter 16

Miscommunications abound...

Chapter 17

Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter 18

The reader learns a number of things about her new life.

Chapter 19

You need some air.

Chapter 20

You're feeling better.

Chapter 21

You start learning some lore

Chapter 22

The morning after your night alone.

Chapter 23

Your heat continues.

Chapter 24

You've finally been marked!

Chapter 25

Your heat and Dean's rut are over.

Chapter 26

The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.

Chapter 27

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kittenofdoomage · 1 year

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Summary: She’s a reclusive Omega who can’t walk away from someone in trouble, and he’s in trouble.

Prompt: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Cabin in the woods, Broken down car

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x female!Omega!reader

Word Count: 9106

Warnings: A/B/O, scenting, mating, fluff, teeny bit of angst, smut (fingering, knotting, biting), written in first person, canon-adjacent, pregnancy, canonical character death (S15 finale)

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The rain was heavy. Heavy enough that I shouldn’t have been out in it but I sometimes think that the universe meant for me to be there.

Storms aren’t unusual here. It was one of the first things I noticed when I moved to my remote little hideaway in the mountains, how they seemed to have their own weather system. I’d expected it to be a different change of pace to the city, but I underestimated just how different it would be. That first night, surrounded by my boxed up belongings, I experienced real nighttime - the silence that was only disturbed by animals or the wind through the leaves, and the darkness that was never ending, producing unmatched views of the stars above the trees.

I loved it. I didn’t sleep that night because I was amazed by it all. I still love it.

It wasn’t complete isolation, of course. Further down in the valley there was a ranch, managed by a friendly family with adult children, and not two miles from my cabin, there was an identical one, owned and lived in by Mr. Collins. I think he’s a professor of something but he’s not the chattiest. I sometimes pick up supplies for him from town, just to help out, like a good neighbor, and also because he’s old as fuck and the thought of him driving the beat up rusted truck in his driveway makes me very anxious. He does sometimes, I think, but for the most part, I see him listening to the radio on his porch. The closest town is Harperville, about twenty miles away, just a handful of houses and farms, but big enough and close enough to the freeway to have a Walmart.

These mountains don’t get many visitors. There aren’t any big animals, nothing hunters would find interesting, and though there are some good hiking trails and fishing spots, it’s not easily accessible. Only one road cuts through, and in storms like this, it’s mostly flooded.

That’s how I met him.

I was on my way back from my weekly trip into town for groceries when the heavens opened. The road was already filling with water when I turned onto the single road through the mountains, so I took it slowly, wary of the various potholes the water was now concealing. My truck was pretty high off the ground, high enough that I needed a little step ladder on the side to even get in, but I still wasn’t taking the risk.

The trees thickened up quickly as I headed up the mountain, and the rain kept coming down, making it nearly impossible to see. I leaned forward as I clasped the wheel, trying to focus through the windshield, cascading water impairing my vision. The red brake lights were the first hint I had of another vehicle and as I drove closer, I realized that whoever it was had broken down.

Slowing, I looked around, trying to spot the owner of the car in the rain. It was still daylight, but in the thick of the trees, visibility wasn’t great, so I knew I had two options - try and find and maybe help whoever it was, or keep on driving and leave them to the elements.

I’m not hardwired to walk away from someone who needs help. My mom always used to say it was because of the Omega in me, but I hate to think that being a good person is dependent on your genetics. Leaving someone to suffer wasn’t in me, and besides, I carried protection for this sort of thing.

Putting the truck in park, I flicked my hazards on, though it was unlikely anyone would come up this way. It was unusual enough that this person, or persons, were there. I reached underneath the seat, pulling out the Beretta I kept there. It wasn’t loaded - I had the ammo, I just felt like the threat of being shot would be enough to get me out of any trouble I found. I wasn’t a huge fan of guns, but I recognized the need to protect myself.

The door clicked open as I pushed it, and rain immediately poured onto my legs. Sliding down onto the ground, I held the gun behind my back as I approached the car, looking around for any would-be attackers. The driver's side door opened as I got closer, so I stopped, waiting for whoever it was to emerge.

In the five years I’d been living my near-solitary existence, I’d never met an Alpha. The cities were full of them, hell, they were half the reason I moved away somewhere like Harperville.

He was tall, taller than any man I’d known before, well over six feet. His hair was long, plastered to his skull in seconds by the downpour, a few strands escaping to cling to his face. I didn’t know what to make of him once I got a good look at his features; I don’t think I’d ever met a man so handsome.

“Hi,” he said, almost sheepishly.

It took a second to find my voice. Sounds stupid, being awestruck by such a beautiful man, but I’ll admit, he really had me completely turned around for a moment. “Hi,” I finally replied, making sure to keep my weapon out of sight. “Breakdown?”

“Uh, yeah,” the Alpha chuckled, scratching at his face with a grin. “Can’t get a signal either.”

The rain was starting to ease off, but it was still loud on the poorly maintained tarmac. I stepped closer, trusting my instincts - I didn’t feel like I had anything to fear from him, which was something I should have paid attention to. “You won’t get one up here,” I informed him carefully. “There’s no getting back into town until the storm’s passed.”

“Damn,” he grunted, shoulders dropping. “Just my luck.”

I knew it was a stupid idea before I’d said it but that didn’t stop my dumbass mouth pumping the words out anyway. “I live just up a little further, you’re welcome to dry out at mine and use the landline.”

His features were even more attractive when he smiled, showcasing gorgeous dimples. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear his eyes literally sparkled. Either that or I need to lay off the romance novels. He nodded enthusiastically at my offer, wringing his hands as he came a little closer.

“That would be awesome.”

“Uh,” I glanced back, wondering if I should suggest pushing his car off the road, “hmm.”

“What?” he asked.

“You think we can push it off the road?”

“I think so.”

The rain didn’t help. I didn’t have a wealth of experience pushing cars anywhere but the Alpha had some strength behind him. Within a few minutes we had the car as far onto the verge as it could go, safely away from any possible traffic that could collide with it. I doubted anyone would be driving up this way but still, better safe than sorry.

Getting back into the truck was a relief and I managed to slide the gun back underneath the seat before he saw. I was soaked through, him too, and so far the rain had done a good job of blocking his scent. He reached his hand out, the movement sending a wave of his scent in my direction, and when I took his hand, I managed to make eye contact, getting caught in the myriad of colors in his eyes.

“I’m Sam,” he introduced himself, and I swallowed down the nervous ball that suddenly clogged my throat. I could smell melted chocolate and fresh cut grass, and all at once I felt warm and safe, despite how drenched I was.

Muttering my name, I practically snatched my hand back. “I don’t live far,” I added.

“Thank you,” he replied. “Not many people would stop and help a stranger. Let alone an Alpha.”

I smiled at him, turning the truck ignition. “That’s half the problem with the world today, right?”

Sam grinned back. “I guess it is.”

The rain was getting heavier again as I guided the truck up the road to my cabin, and when I parked up, I glanced at the backseat, full of groceries from the trip to town. Sam followed my line of sight, smiling when he looked back at me. “You mind giving me a hand?” I asked.

He nodded. “Least I can do.”

Apparently, Sam could carry in one trip what I would manage in three, so getting the bags inside took no time at all. I directed him to the phone and the phone book beside it, letting him know it was okay to call anyone he needed, and then left him to it while I cleared away the bags. By the time I was done, he was in the kitchen, a displeased expression on his face.

“No joy?” I asked, though I knew that Jerry’s Autoshop in Harperville would be closed by this time, and Jerry was usually pretty blunt about saying no.

“Not with a tow,” he sighed. “I managed to get ahold of my brother and let him know I wasn’t dead.”

“That’s something I guess,” I shrugged. “You want a coffee or anything?”

“Coffee would be great. Black, no sugar.”

I gestured to the small breakfast bar on one side of the kitchen, and he smiled his thanks, taking a seat and laying his now-useless cellphone on the counter. “I gotta ask,” I chuckled, “why are you all the way out here? The freeway is much quicker than going through the mountains.”

“Not a fan of the freeway,” he said softly. “Besides, it’s a nicer drive, y’know? When it’s not raining.” I laughed at that, nodding agreement. “Can I ask you something?”

I knew what was coming so I kept on with what I was doing, flicking the coffee pot on and turning to look at him. “Sure.”

“You’re an Omega,” he stated. I nodded. “Don’t Omegas usually live with someone? Like family o-or -”

“I did,” I answered gently. “Now I don’t.”

“Isn’t that… dangerous?”

The concern on his face was unreal, and I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, shaking my head. “I can protect myself,” I assured him. “Besides, it’s really not that dangerous to live alone. Or are you assuming that because I’m an Omega I’m weak or something?”

“Not at all,” he spluttered, clasping his hands together. “Sorry, I guess that was kinda rude. Just… you’re not like any other Omega I’ve met.”

“Why would I be?” I was teasing him now, mainly because he was downright adorable when he got all flummoxed. The tips of his ears were red, and he couldn’t even look at me straight. It was almost like torturing someone. “Relax, Sam, I’m playing. I know there’s a certain,” I sighed, trying to think of the word, “way Omegas are supposed to be. I’m just not that kind of Omega.”

“So I don’t have to worry about an Alpha appearing to kick my ass?”

His questions clicked. He was trying not to ask outright, but he had assumed I wasn’t a lonesome Omega. The assumption made my jaw tick because I hated when people thought Omegas couldn’t be perfectly fine and functioning without a knot to keep them happy, but that was just society. Sam was another conditioned product of society, just like I was before I left it all behind.

“No,” I said quietly. “Never needed one.”

That was a lie. I had needed one, once upon a time, and I would have hung the moon for him. He was my highschool sweetheart, Scott Tuckerson, and an eighteen year old, newly-presented me thought he was the one I’d be with for the rest of my life. Turned out he wasn’t so keen, but he stuck around long enough to pop my cherry then break my heart.

“What about you?” I asked suddenly, frowning a little when I realized how calm and collected he was. From my experience, Alphas around unmated Omegas were like cartoon coyotes, slobbering and grabbing at whatever they could get. If Sam had an Omega, that would explain how composed he was, though I hadn’t seen any claim mark on his throat. Maybe they didn’t reciprocate, or maybe they bit him somewhere else. It wasn’t unheard of.

“Uh, no, no Omega,” he murmured, staring at his hands.

“Huh.” The coffee pot dinged and the sound startled me for a second, making me do a little hop on the spot. Sheepishly, I turned away to hide my face, keeping my back to him as I fixed our drinks. When I carried his cup over and placed it in front of him, he smiled at me, and I smiled back without thinking, letting his warm and comforting scent lull me for just a second. The realization of what was happening sank in like a complete reset, leaving me standing there doing nothing but staring blankly, until Sam frowned.

“You okay?”

“What?” I must have looked like an idiot. Grinning at him, I shook my head. “Nothing, just something I forgot. Suddenly remembered.”

“Oh, what?”

I couldn’t think of anything. Shit. “Nothing important.” My brain fired off a suggestion. “I left some firewood uncovered. I’ll need to dry it out now.” Hi. My name is Y/N. I’m a bumbling numbskull. Backing up, I went for my own coffee, trying to appear casual. “So you were going to visit your brother?”

Sam nodded, sipping at his coffee before answering. “No, I was away for work,” the way he spoke was hesitant, and my mind instantly wanted to know what work entailed, “on my way back home.” He paused, and I opened my mouth to ask where home was, only for him to beat me to it. “Kansas,” he supplied, sipping his too-hot coffee again.

“That’s a long way for work,” I commented, hoping it would get more out of him.

“Yeah, I guess. It takes us all over.”

I could see I was going to have to be blunt about it. “What do you do?”

“Freelance investigator.” It came out so quickly and so smoothly that I blinked, unsure what exactly that would encompass. What did he investigate?

“Sounds interesting.”

“Not really.” The awkward silence stage was looming, though it seemed like Sam wanted to avoid that as much as I did. “What about you?”

“Me?” I hummed, wondering suddenly if I was being too open with this strange Alpha. “I work remotely. Editing. And it’s as boring as it sounds. Pays pretty good though.” Internally, I cringed. That probably was too much information.

Sam seemed interested, sitting a little straighter. “Editing? Like, for a publisher?”

“Anything really. I’ve worked with fiction, non-fiction. One year I did nothing but high school textbooks.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Now I do sound boring.”

“Hey, boring can be good,” he argued. “Safe.”

It was an odd choice of word but I didn’t say anything, sliding onto one of the stools opposite him. The rain was still coming down outside, pattering loudly against the windows. “This could go for a couple of hours,” I mumbled apologetically.

His smile was fixed on me when I looked back at him, and it created a warm feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t entirely sure of. Still, I smiled back, unintentionally bathing in his scent.

He picked up his cup again, blowing on it lightly, eyes still on me. “I’m sure we can pass the time.”

It became apparent several hours later, when the storm hadn’t let up, and Jerry’s definitely wouldn’t be answering, that I was to entertain a guest for the evening. I wasn’t concerned by that point; Sam had shown himself to be a gentleman, an intelligent one at that, and I was more worried about the fact that I was enjoying his company. He was happy to take my moderately-sized couch for the night, and once I’d cooked dinner for us both, I escaped to my bedroom, trying desperately to breathe through my mouth so I didn’t intoxicate myself with his scent.

Naturally, none of my online friends were available for my crisis, so I ended up watching Netflix until I dozed off. Sam didn’t disturb me for anything, and I didn’t hear him moving around, but still, sleeping with a strange Alpha in the house had me restless.

I woke up when my phone started to play my usual morning jingle, and when I emerged from the bedroom, I was surprised to find Sam gone. All the blankets I’d supplied were folded and piled neatly on the couch, with a note delicately perched on top. I grabbed it, scanning the words.

Thank you for the rescue. Sam. W.

Pulling a face, I looked towards the door. He’d obviously woken early and called Jerry again, but I felt a little put out that he hadn't stuck around to say thanks in person.

Maybe it was for the best.

Over the next few days I put Sam out of my mind, during the day at least. My dreams didn’t quite get the memo, conjuring up intricate fantasies that seemed to linger in the morning. It seemed easier to keep busy rather than dwell on an Alpha I was likely to never see again, so I threw myself into work and chores, avoiding chances to think too much.

I wasn’t expecting him to show up again, a week later, wandering up my driveway. He was wearing a red plaid flannel this time, and I had to admit, it was definitely his color. Finishing up with the tomato plants I was repotting, I brushed the dirt from my gloves and removed them, stepping around the beds to the small gate of the fenced off garden.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you again,” I greeted, not bothering to keep the smile off of my face.

He returned it, shoving his hands in his pockets as he came to a stop only a few steps away from me. “Well, I wanted to thank you,” he chuckled, rocking on his heels. “And I wanted to check out the scenery in better weather.”

I couldn’t help but feel there was an innuendo there somewhere, or maybe it was my inner-twelve-year-old. “Is it worth it?” I asked daringly, arching an eyebrow at him.

Sam grinned. “Definitely.”

“It’s a long drive from Kansas just for the view. Wanna join me for some lunch?”

In hindsight, I should have realized I was already smitten. Sam was gorgeous, smart, funny, everything an Omega could ever dream of in a mate. I was breaking my golden rule but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to care. The man had driven twelve hours just to say thanks, the least I could was offer him lunch.

He only stayed for a few hours, leaving before dark. I assumed he’d parked on the main road and walked up but shortly before his departure, a black Impala - not the same car he’d broken down in - drove slowly up to the cabin. The man driving it was his brother, he informed me, though Dean didn’t get out to introduce himself.

I invited him back without even thinking about it. Three weeks in a row, he showed up at my door, and we ate lunch, talking about everything from politics to ancient history, though he remained cagey on details. I thought about it a lot in between visits, wondering if he had trust issues, trying to keep my thoughts away from darker truths he could be hiding.

When the week after his last visit rolled by and he didn’t show up again, I started to worry. He hadn’t left a number or even an address, and though he hadn’t come out and said it, I knew his job was a dangerous one. A week turned into ten days, and I was already at the point of imagining all sorts, wondering if it was better he never showed again considering how attached I’d become in such a short amount of time.

Thirteen days after we had lunch, he finally showed up, knocking on the door when I was watching movies on the couch. I wasn’t prepared for the relief I felt when I saw him, or the way I threw myself at him to hug him.

He was hurt. There was no missing the way he was holding his arm against his side, or the wince when I finally pulled away to look up at him. “I-I was worried,” I stuttered, a little embarrassed by my reaction. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m okay, I promise,” he murmured, giving me a half-smile that was slightly less than reassuring. “May I come in?”

I stepped back, opening my home to him again. He stepped in awkwardly, leaning heavily on his right side. “What happened?”

He sighed, and I shut the door, keeping a good distance between us. “I want to tell you the truth,” he finally said, “but I don’t wanna scare you, and I don’t want to lie to you either. All I can say is that there are things out there you wouldn’t believe and it’s my job to deal with them.”

My mind raced, piecing together everything he’d told me, unsure what was true and what wasn’t. I wanted to know everything, but it didn’t feel like Sam was about to tell me anything more than what I needed to know. Remaining by the door, I watched him for a moment, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“Need to know?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded. “I promise, if you need to know anything… I won’t lie to you.”

Clasping my hands in front of me, I exhaled with a slow nod. “Okay.” I needed something else to focus on. “Lunch?”

Confusion landed on his features. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?”

“Most people don’t let something go like that.”

I smiled. “I’m not most people, remember? I trust you. If you wanted to murder me in my sleep, you would have done it already. If you tell me that I don’t need to know some things, then I can accept that.” He still looked confused, so I stepped towards him, attempting to redirect his attention. “So do you want lunch or not?”

This time when he left, I made him leave a number and an email, seeing as my cell didn’t always get texts through. I sent an email just to test it, getting an answer back within the hour, and from there we didn’t stop. Each ping on my laptop made me giddy, and I should have been at least mildly disgusted by the way I swooned over every message, but I wasn’t.

Sam was nothing like any Alpha I’d ever met. Around him I felt something like a belonging, always surrounded by that safe, calming feeling his scent gave me. There was no pressure for anything more, and that was beginning to make me want more.

Summer came and went. Sam’s visits weren’t always weekly; occasionally his job would take him too far away to return in time, though it was never that long between lunches. He never stayed the night, and never more than a few hours, which made it far easier to schedule his visits around my heats. I was nervous about whatever the next step was, but happier than I’d ever been to just roll with it.

Sometime in late September, he stopped answering my emails. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after a week had passed with no contact, I started to worry. I called the other number he’d given me, belonging to Dean, and when that had no answer, I turned to the internet.

I was not expecting what I found. I’d never Googled anyone before - never seen the need - so when the search engine dragged up more than a dozen pages about “Sam Winchester”, I was shocked to see several of them were for old arrest warrants, and two were reports of his alleged death. Reading through each one, I quickly fell into a rabbit hole, and when I found a set of books called “Supernatural” under one of the results, I couldn’t help but take a peek.

It was three am before I stopped. My mind was overloaded with information, fictional or not, I didn’t know, but I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t sleep, though it wasn’t entirely down to what I’d found; my concern for Sam’s wellbeing was beginning to outweigh that.

Four days later, I still hadn’t heard anything, and my heat was starting. I left one last voicemail on his cell, asking him to email me, then hid myself away in my comfiest pajamas to suffer through the next few days.

I only managed a few hours of sleep before there was a loud knock on the door of the cabin. Groggy and sweating like I’d run a marathon, I stumbled out of my room, not even guessing who could have been calling. It was still light out, and I squinted in the bright sunshine as I reached for the front door, opening it slowly.

Sam was on the other side. His face was bruised, and a bloody gash sat across the bridge of his nose. I stared up at him, confused by his appearance, disorientated by the flood of hormones in my system. “Sam?”

“Y/N,” he murmured, sounding relieved.

“What happened to you?” I croaked, clinging to the door for support. “You stopped answering - didn’t you get my voicemail?”

“I did,” he replied, “but my laptop’s busted and I was worried - you sounded, uh,” he scented the air, eyes widening and pupils dilating, “shit. You’re in heat.”

“Getting there anyway,” I muttered, shivering in my pajamas. They were beginning to get itchy, too much fabric on my skin. This part of my cycle was the worst, I hated things touching me, feeling too hot when they did. “It’s probably n-not -” My stomach twisted, and I yelped, letting go of the door to clutch my middle.

Sam’s hand brushed my shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I gasped, shaking my head as his scent filled my nose. My whole body was vibrating towards him, and when the back of his hand pressed against my forehead, I practically cooed, leaning into the touch.

“You’re really warm.”

I sucked in a breath through my mouth, trying not to grab his hand when he pulled away. “Standard symptoms.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

My jaw dropped, but no sound came out, because I didn’t have an answer for him. I knew the smart thing was to send him away, let him come back when I was done with my heat. Letting him stay, letting him in, would only lead to one thing.

It was getting harder to remember why that was a bad thing.

“Y/N?”

Sam was staring at me, the expression on his face almost identical to one of his wanted posters. I remembered what I’d found, and it was enough to let the discomfort fade for just a second. “I need to know something,” I said softly, trying to stand a little straighter. “When you didn’t answer, I wanted to check you, uh, weren’t dead or anything. So I Googled you.”

The color drained from his face in a manner that would have been almost comical if I hadn’t read what I read online. He swallowed hard, opening and closing his mouth as he obviously attempted to say something. “Wh-what did you find?”

“A lot of weird shit,” I laughed, because it had been fucking weird. I hadn’t even read all of the Supernatural books - a chat forum had led me from those to apparent real life witness accounts that placed Sam and his brother in the vicinity of all sorts of crazy.

“Can you be specific?”

He looked so serious. I tilted my head, curious now about what he hadn’t wanted to lie to me about. “I found police reports, arrest warrants. Death certificates,” I told him. “And I found a lot of people who said you saved them.” Sam nodded, breaking eye contact, looking at the floor. “I also found these books -”

A groan left him. “Oh god, no -”

“Oh my god.” His gaze lifted to meet mine at my soft exclamation. “It’s all true, isn’t it? Everything in those books, online…”

He attempted a smile. “I said I never wanted to lie to you.”

“I’m not asking you to,” I snapped. “I spent the whole night reading about demons, angels, vampires, and an Alpha who can come back from the dead. They had autopsy reports on you, Sam! You’re like an urban legend.”

His shoulders sagged. “I’m a hunter.”

“Yeah, the books covered that.” I folded my arms across my chest. “Sounds like a lonely life.”

He chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets again. “Sometimes. I got my brother.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” I confessed quietly. “I… I never needed an Alpha, you know? But now…”

“Now what?”

I met his gaze, smiling with a tiny shrug. “Now I kinda want one.”

“Just “one”?” he teased.

“You,” I confirmed shyly. “But I need to know some things first. It’s a little late for lunch. Dinner?”

“Only if you let me cook,” he accepted. “You can supervise from the couch.”

Sam was a good cook, I had to admit, even with my limited selection of foods. While we ate, I asked questions, mostly about the things I’d read online, and he was honest with me, opening my eyes to even more truths I’d been missing about the world. It was scary, thinking about the stuff he faced out there, but it made sense now I knew him; he was a hero, though he obviously didn’t think as highly of himself.

Eventually, I knew we had to discuss the matter at hand. My scent was getting thicker with every passing minute, and Sam’s was beginning to mingle with it. I knew when I let him in that it was unlikely he’d leave without the inevitable happening between us, but I wasn’t afraid of it.

When we were done eating, he cleaned up, even doing the dishes as I remained on the couch, watching him with one arm slung over the back. He worked quietly and quickly, and I couldn’t help admiring his rear profile. My mind easily wandered, and my body responded to my filthy thoughts.

Sam was almost done when he smelled it. His whole body went rigid, and I heard him sniff lightly. Sinking down into the cushions, I bit my lip just to stop myself from whining needily. I wasn’t surprised by strong heats these days - getting older without a mate naturally made it worse - but the force of the arousal I was feeling right then was nothing like I’d felt before.

I heard the sink drain, and then Sam’s footsteps came towards me. He cast a shadow over the couch, and I looked up at him, resisting the urge to reach up and grab him.

“It’s getting worse?” he asked, voice a little thick.

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want me to go?”

If I asked him to, I believed he would. But I didn’t want him to. “No,” I stuttered.

He exhaled softly, walking around the couch to where my feet rested on the cushions. Lifting them by my ankles, he sat down, placing them on his lap before looking at me again. “We should really have a conversation about this,” he muttered, stroking his thumb over my bare ankle. I was certain such a simple touch shouldn’t have set my pussy on fire but I’d been certain of a lot of things that turned out to be wrong. “I nearly had an Omega before.” The confession made me freeze. “Her name was Jess.”

I was almost afraid to ask. “Wh-what happened to her?”

“She died. A long time ago. I never marked her… never got that far.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, lost for anything else I could say. I had very little experience with grief, something I was grateful for. “What was she like?”

Sam smiled. “She was beautiful. Smart. Funny. Confident.” He sighed, locking his eyes on mine. “She died because of me, because of the life I lived.” His thumb stopped, and I swallowed nervously. “I want you, Y/N. I want you so bad that I dream about it. But I’m scared - terrified - that I could lead something here, to you, and if anything happened to you -”

I shook my head, sitting up a little more, effectively snatching my feet out of his lap. “I can protect myself,” I reminded him.

“Not against demons,” he argued. “Not against angels, o-or vampires -”

“Then show me how.”

His eyes widened. “Y/N, this life is dangerous. I couldn’t drag you into it.”

“You’re not dragging me anywhere,” I replied, smirking at him. “This is my home, Sam. I like my independence. I don’t expect you to look after me.”

“Alphas are supposed to protect their Omegas,” he whispered.

I snorted unattractively. “Yes, and when that was relevant, Omegas couldn’t hold land or vote.”

He frowned. “Okay, point taken,” he conceded. “But that doesn’t mean I should leave you out here where you’re so isolated, anything could happen -”

“Newsflash,” I interrupted. “Anything can happen anytime. If I learn what to look out for, learn how to lay the, the -” Clicking my fingers, I tried to remember the word he’d used when he was describing their home.

“Warding,” he provided.

“Learn how to lay the warding… me staying here is no different to me staying at your bunker while you drive across the country.” I screwed up my face at the thought of so much time in a car. “And that doesn’t sound appealing either.” Looking over at the window, I noticed how dark it was. “Wow, it got late. Won’t, uh, won’t Dean be here to pick you up soon?”

Sam shrugged. “He booked a room at the Motel 6 near Walmart. Told me to call him whenever I was ready. I didn’t know you were gonna be…” He gestured towards me, and I smiled a little. “How are you feeling now?”

“Tired,” I yawned, resting my head on the back of the couch.

“Do you have a tv in your room?”

“I have a laptop.”

He chuckled. “That’ll do, I guess. I saw a bag of chocolate pretzels in the cupboard. You wanna take them in the bedroom and fall asleep to Lord Of The Rings?”

I grinned at him goofily. “You really are perfect.”

Whatever I was expecting from an Alpha in the bedroom, it wasn’t my favorite movies and snacks. Sam even kept his pants on, removing his upper layers and his boots, and he didn’t complain when I stole most of the blankets. He didn’t crowd my space either, even though it would have been difficult in my comfortably large bed. I curled up on my preferred side where I could comfortably see the screen at the bottom of the bed, and he kept to the other, though the distance did nothing to stop his scent from creeping over.

I fell asleep halfway through the Fellowship Of The Ring. It wasn’t unusual for the first day or two of my heat to leave me exhausted, just like it wasn’t unusual for me to be easily aroused, but having an Alpha nearby was making that an almost permanent state. My dreams reflected that need, and when I woke, the orcs were taking Merry and Pippin to Isengard, and I had soaked through my pajama bottoms.

I didn’t even think before I started to strip down, kicking off anything that touched my sensitive skin, and completely forgetting about the Alpha in my vicinity. His scent flared as I moved, and I froze halfway through dragging my shirt over my heart, meeting Sam’s slightly panicked gaze.

“Shit,” I blurted out. “I forgot you were here.”

He smiled, a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable on my account,” he stuttered.

There was nothing to be done about my lower half, though my panties still covered most of my dignity, despite how wet they were. I could smell myself, and wondered what it was doing to Sam - it took pretty much all my willpower not to look at his crotch as I tugged my tee back down over my sports bra. “I just get really hot,” I mumbled, fixing my eyes on the tv screen again.

Sam chuckled again, shifting on the bed. “No need to explain,” he promised, gesturing to the laptop screen. “I started the next one. You seemed kinda out of it.”

I really hoped I wasn’t making noises. The thought of it made my insides twist with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

He smiled as he shook his head. “Seriously. I get it. I’ve had a rut or two. Dealing with that on a monthly basis must suck.”

“It turns into routine after a few years,” I shrugged, finding it difficult to find a comfortable position now I was awake. “I’ve had worse. Maybe you being here is helping.” Lifting my head, I looked at him again, surprised to find a soft frown on his face. “You know, your scent.”

“Makes sense.”

The movie was easily forgotten now I had looked at him again. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips against mine. There was only a few inches between us; it would be so easy just to lean in -

“You okay?”

His concerned voice seemed to jolt me out of a trance I hadn’t realized I was in. Caught staring, I grinned dopily, then moved to find a more comfortable position, narrowing the space between us. “Can’t get comfortable,” I complained, hearing his low chuckle in reply.

“Maybe I can help with that,” he offered, shifting on the pillows until he was propped against the headboard, one arm stretched out and just welcoming me into the curve of his body. I sat up, looking at him hesitantly with my bottom lip caught between my teeth. He flicked his hand, then nodded at the space. “If my scent’s helping…” he trailed off, obviously assuming I hadn’t understood.

But I had. This felt like a point of no return.

He jerked his chin up, but before he could say anything, I moved, carefully laying up against him, my head on his chest and my overheating body next to his. His arm dropped from above me, settling around my shoulders as a comfortable weight, almost familiar like it belonged there. I inhaled, tasting his scent on my tongue, letting it imprint in my mind.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

It was difficult to concentrate on the movie when he was so warm right next to me. I was sure my knees were shaking, and I couldn’t keep my feet still. Sam’s hand dropped down after a while, his fingers stroking the bare skin below my sleeve, and it was sending shivers down my spine on every brush. My mind wandered, thinking about touching him back; my hand twitched with the urge to slide over the front of his jeans, and I could feel my heart racing.

He must have been able to smell it. It felt like there would be a wet patch underneath me if I moved.

“Y/N?”

I lifted my head to look up at him, freezing as soon as I realized how close my face was to his. “Yeah?” My voice came out raspy, so I cleared my throat as gently as I could. “Yes?”

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, cupping my cheek with one huge hand. His long fingers caught in my hair, and his palm was so warm against my cheek, I couldn’t resist the impulse to lean into it. “‘Mega.”

I’d never been called by that title with such desperation. I tipped my head back as he lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss was just as thrilling as I expected. My heart pounded in my chest, and when he swept his tongue against my lips, I parted them, meeting him halfway as the kiss got deeper. The angle of my body was putting a strain on my muscles but I ignored it in favor of the taste of my Alpha, grabbing his shirt when I pulled away to snatch a breath.

“Is this okay?” he asked, nuzzling into me.

A stupid grin pulled at my face. “Yeah.”

He kissed me again, and this time, I had a little more bravado, cupping him through his jeans. He was already hard, thick under my palm, and when I squeezed him, he moaned into my mouth, thrusting his hips a little.

“Take the pants off,” I whispered, though I hated the thought of him pulling away. With a nod, he moved, so I took the opportunity to remove my t-shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket. He was only halfway out of his jeans, shimmying them down his long legs, and I swallowed when I caught sight of the tent in his boxers. He stripped his shirt off too, and then returned to where he’d been, meeting my gaze almost shyly.

How could he be shy looking like that?

My mouth felt dry as I drank him in, noticing the black tattoo on his chest. Without thinking I reached out to brush my fingers against it, recognizing the design from things I’d seen online.

“It protects me from demon possession,” he explained hesitantly, like the information would scare me.

I should have been scared. But it was easier to shove what I’d learned aside to deal with it later, when there weren’t other, more pressing issues. When I pulled my hand back, he caught it, tugging me closer to kiss me again, and I let him sweep me away. I could barely separate my scent from his now, and I was yearning for more of him.

“Take this off,” he grunted, plucking at the elastic of my tatty bra. I didn’t stop to think, hauling the damn thing off and throwing it, uncaring where it landed. Sam’s hands were instantly on my bare tits, cupping and squeezing them, all the while demanding my attention with hungry kisses that left me breathless and dizzy.

We were horizontal now, and I could feel his erection poking into me through the damp cotton of his boxers. My instinct was to grind against him, and I went with it, drunk on arousal now, unable to think beyond having his bare skin on mine. I felt hot all over, and his touch was scorching, but I was craving it.

One big hand snaked around my hip, dragging me harder against him, and I shifted, lifting my leg to drape it over him, allowing his cock to rub right against my covered sex. He groaned, breaking the kiss to look at me with a lidded gaze, and I realized he was panting.

“If you want me to stop -” he started, but I cut him off, pressing one finger against his swollen lips.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “I don’t.”

He moaned, kissing me again, and the hand on my hip wandered down, long fingers stroking me through my panties. I whimpered, desperate for friction, desperate for anything, and that only made him touch me with more force. He rubbed along my pussy, pulling back to watch my face, and I knew what he wanted. A second later, my hips jerked, and I felt my face scrunch up at the sudden burst of pleasure where his fingertip had found my clit. He smiled, finding it easily this time, watching my expression dissolve as he rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves.

I shuddered in the cage of his arms, pinned against him. The stimulation was simultaneously too much and not enough - I wanted him inside me but it felt too good to stop him. I dug my nails into his shoulder, rocking my hips to expose myself a little more, and the plea for him to let me cum lingered on my lips. Sam seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I couldn’t hope to stop the waves of pleasure that made my whole body tremble. The orgasm soaked through my panties, and my Alpha hummed as he felt the damp on his fingers.

His fingers moved, tugging my panties to the side, and I gasped as he circled my hole, teasing me by dipping into it. He was still watching me, biting his bottom lip as he sank the single digit in, stroking me from the inside. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, fucking his finger into me. “You’re not -”

“No,” I hummed, shaking my head. “But it’s been a long time.”

He smiled at that, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be your last.”

My mind automatically provided a witty comment to his cheesy statement but it never made it out of my mouth. A second finger penetrated me, and I crumbled, clinging to him as I adjusted to the new stretch, biting back a cry as he worked both digits in and out, letting my pussy coat them. I could hear how wet I was, and on the coattails of my first climax, I was ready to skip the prep and let him take me.

“Sam -”

“Sssh, not yet,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

I nodded, too afraid to speak in case I cried out. Every nerve in my body felt raw, like an electric current was running through me, and it felt so good, I was scared to lose control. Sam hummed, pulling his fingers out, and I instantly rolled onto my back, only to find my panties stripped down, and his fingers at my sex again, pushing my thighs apart. With more space, he pushed his fingers inside me again; I cried out, spreading my legs as he lowered his mouth to my breasts.

Between his fingers fucking me open and his tongue tormenting my aching nipples, I couldn’t focus. My heart thundered, and I couldn’t seem to breathe fast enough, twisting my hands in the sheets underneath me just to try and ground myself. I wanted to cum again, but letting it happen felt impossible.

“Cum for me again,” Sam urged, abandoning my tits to nuzzle at my cheek, “just once more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I nodded, replaying his words over and over. His fingers twisted inside me, calloused pads dragging against my inner walls, and then his thumb brushed my clit, making me jerk in surprise. He chuckled, nose bumping against my jaw.

“Just let go,” he purred.

It was too much. I held my breath, biting my lip so hard it hurt, but it didn’t overwhelm the pleasure as I started to cum. Sam kept talking but it was far away and I was spinning, unable to process anything except the thick fingers inside me, my cunt clenching around them.

My head hit the pillow, and he withdrew, wiping his hand on his boxers. I kept my eyes closed, trying to calm my breathing - in through the nose, out through the mouth - but I could feel him beside me, feel his breath on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.

“You ask that a lot,” I mumbled, cracking one eye to look at him, then opening both. “I’m very good.”

He grinned. “Do you have anything in mind for what happens next?” I shrugged, because I hadn’t given it much thought beyond wanting his cock inside me. “Like… condom?”

“Oh.” Lifting up onto my elbows, I pouted. “I don’t have any but I’m on birth control.”

“I think I have one -” He made to move but I grabbed him to stop him.

“Don’t,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It’s okay, I trust you.” We were close again now, and I didn’t fight the urge to kiss him, pulling him as close as I could get. His boxers still covered him, so I dropped my hand, eager to get rid of them. My fingers slipped under the waistband easily, and I gasped when I wrapped my hand around him, a thrill running through me at how thick he was. He moaned at my touch, rutting into my hand lightly. “I just want you inside me,” I murmured, a bolder with the heat running through my veins.

Sam nodded, taking charge, pushing my hand away so he could remove his boxers. He coaxed me back until I was underneath him, his knees between mine, kissing me to distract me from the weight of his cock against my thigh. “I’m gonna knot you,” he warned quietly. I whimpered. “I’m gonna leave my mark here,” he added, dropping his head to nip at the column of my throat.

He was leaving room for any protest I might have had but I didn’t have one. I spread my legs willingly, watching hungrily as he got onto his knees and fisted his cock, thumbing the tip through my folds. He moved slowly, penetrating me with an agonizing pace, leaving me breathless with the stretch as he rocked into me.

“Fuck,” he gasped, finally burying himself, slumping forward to catch his weight on his hands either side of me. I met him in a kiss, wrapping my legs around him, wanting him as deep as possible, unwilling to ever let go of the blissful feeling of having him like this. There didn’t appear to be any rush on his part either, as he kept kissing me, his weight pinning me down.

The initial intensity faded, and he moved first, shallow thrusts to start. I yelped when he threw in a hard stroke, his cock hitting a point of intolerable ecstasy inside me; he grabbed my hip with one hand and shifted all his weight onto the other, picking up a harder pace. My body was accommodating him, and I could feel how wet I was as he started to withdraw a little further, slamming in a little harder.

I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulder, and he responded by burying his face in my throat, biting at the spot he’d marked earlier. Nipping became harder bites, and I slid my hand through his thick hair, inciting him further as I started to cum. My pussy clenched around him, and I felt his knot at the base - the thought of how he’d fill me was arousing enough that it spurred on my orgasm. Instinct led my nose to his throat, but I wasn’t expecting the next urge.

I wanted to mark him first.

Biting softly, I tested his reaction. His grip on me tightened, and his teeth at my throat got a little harder. I moaned, struggling to keep my mind on one track, clinging to him as he fucked me harder.

“Do it,” he grunted, right in my ear.

His knot was swelling. He was close. I shuddered, biting a little harder, almost scared to hurt him. He groaned and his knot popped, forced inside me with a hard thrust. My teeth sank through his skin, and as I tasted his blood, I started to cum again, feeling him bite me back as he filled me to the brim.

I needed to breathe. Releasing his throat, I pulled my head up and he released me, lifting onto his arms to look down at me. There was blood on his lips - mine - and I could still taste his on my tongue. He leaned down, kissing me softly, still rutting his hips though he couldn’t move far.

The movie hadn’t finished. The battle for Helm’s Deep had just begun, and I giggled when I realized the laptop was slightly further towards the end of the bed. Sam followed my line of sight, smirking when he noticed.

“We can restart it when we can, uh… move,” he suggested.

I giggled. “Maybe a different position next time?”

Several years later…

I had been anxious since I woke up. The mountains were clouded, thick fog filling the air, and it resembled my mood. Sam was supposed to be home today. It was the last time.

We’d made it work over the years. He was dedicated to something he couldn’t skip out on, and something I wasn’t keen on being a part of. I didn’t hide from the truth, but I also didn’t have the physical strength to slap a machete through someone’s neck because I wasn’t a hero. Sam detested the term, but it was what he was.

I’d nearly lost him half-a-dozen times. Angels, demons, gods, monsters, all of those things tried to take him from me. But every time, he’d walk away, and he’d come back, spending a night or two before another case pulled him from the cabin and back onto the road.

Things were different now. They’d been different since Sam and his brother defeated God himself, but that had only been the beginning of the change. Now, Sam had no call to the road. His brother was dead, laid to rest, and I was waiting for him.

The clouds started to clear in the afternoon, and I went for a nap, exhausted easily by the life growing inside me. A boy, or so Dr. Wentworth in Harperville tells me. All I could tell you was that the next four weeks couldn’t come quick enough.

I was woken by the sound of an engine, rumbling towards the house. My eagerness to see Sam made me move a little quicker than usual, and by the time I was out the front door, he was climbing out of the Impala, pausing with one hand on the roof as he gazed down at the driver’s side. I stopped on the porch, watching him, feeling the ache for his grief. He missed Dean. But he was honoring him now.

“Hey,” I called softly, waving to him, and he looked up as if he had only just noticed me, smiling. He closed the driver’s side door, opening the back for Miracle to jump out. The dog yapped, running up to the house, past me and inside, probably finding her bed after the long drive. Sam followed her, stopped at the step below me, smiling brightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “All locked up. Felt weird. It was home for so long…”

I knew he would miss the bunker but this was the start of something new. “This is your home, Sam,” I whispered softly. “It was just waiting for you.”

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trektraveler · 1 year

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A Writer's Review.... Promised by jawritter

I am a writer. I was born to be one, its my joy and my torment. And it is my honor.

I find new and utterly fantasic stories here daily and I am honored to be a contributing member of the writing community! Each and every one of these authors is a gem. They selfelessly share their intricate worlds with us so that we can escape! It is a public service and vital to my personal well-being. There are not words to express my gratitude.... but that doesn't mean I won't still try to find some!

As writers, we read. Even more than we write. So... what do we read? Here is an in-depth review of one of my favorites! Along with a few other recommendations. I intend to post reviews regularly. I've got quite a list of stories I adore, but I'm always lookig for more! So please share this review and send a few reccomendations my way! Tag your own stories, tag other people... I don't want to miss any of them! Thank you all and share the love!!

Story Name: Promised

Author: jawritter

Character Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Length: 10 Chapters, 25,084 words total

Story Type: Series - ABO, AU Real life, Mob dynamics, Age gap

Author’s Description: In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families.

Warnings: ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

My Two Cents: They say you never forget your first, and that is certainly the case for me! This absolute gem of a story was my introduction to the world of ABO fan fiction (aka Alpha/Beta/Omega) and I’ve been hooked ever since! This may be in part to the perspective of the reader, who is a novice. Young and naïve to the world in general as well as to the complex dynamics between Alphas and Omegas. This allowed me to discover and understand this unique concept at the same pace the reader did.

Our dear author is truly a master at quickly establishing the relationship bonds between the main characters and their prospective families and friends. I greatly appreciate this quality in a story. Background information is crucial in a well-developed character but can be clunky when not handled with finesse. Here, those relationships are woven in seamlessly to the over-all plot but never weigh the story down. Bravo!

Another highlight are the physical descriptions. Anyone who knows Jensen Ackles from his work, can easily imagine him in a reader insert story.

That is, after all, why we are all here!

Yet this story is filled with vivid details that even I hadn’t thought of in my wildest daydreams! There is a visceral warmth to this version of Jensen that I find beyond appealing. I find myself rereading this story most often when I am feeling uncertain in my life. When I need to feel that someone strong is in charge, so I don’t have to be, Alpha Jensen has me.

Favorite Chapter: Chapter Nine. Here we get to see Jensen let loose his primal Alpha instincts that he’s kept under careful control up until this point. And its glorious! It has the best elements of how vicious Demon Dean could be and focused it in a powerful man who is willing to do anything in defense of his mate. Fantastic! He’s desperate and he’s truly dangerous in this chapter. And I am here for it! Favorite Line: “You know, before I came here tonight with Y/n I promised her something…. I promised her I would protect her. You made me break that promise.. I don’t appreciate that. I’ll be spending the rest of my life making it up to her….” “I told her if you tried anything I’d rip your throat out….. With my teeth…”

Jensen’s vision went red, All he saw was red…

Why I Love it: It’s the perfect length. I read one shots and they have their place, but I always find myself wanting more of that world! But let’s face it, some series’ (although awesome!) are long, and that’s a commitment. I don’t always have the luxury of time, this length strikes just the right balance. I get Jensen in a protective but not possessive role. I get a naïve reader who is innocent but not spineless. I get steamy sex scenes. I get an interesting but not over-bearing mob dynamic. There is plenty of threat but not much violence, which is a nice change up.

Mood I’m in When I Read it– I’m a strong person, but there are times when I need someone else to be strong. I need to be comforted. I need to believe in love and escape. And when I am feeling over-whelmed, I often come here and let Alpha Jensen take the reins for a while. He does a great job!

I Want More! : If you loved this as much as I did, here are some other stand-out stories that you might enjoy… Feral @jawritter Can We Fix Us @jawritter If Its Meant to Be (Alpha Beau x Omega Reader) @jawritter Unleashed @supersleepygoat Reasons @merethehunter Feral @luci-in-trenchcoats The Things We Don’t Believe In (Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader) @thecleverdame

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 1 year

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A Writer's Review... Promised by jawritter

I am a writer. I was born to be one, its my joy and my torment. And it is my honor.

There are not words to express my gratitude.... but that doesn't mean I won't still try to find some!

As writers, we read. Even more than we write. So... what do we read? Here is an in-depth review of one of my favorites! Along with a few other recommendations.

I intend to post reviews regularly. I've got quite a list of stories I adore, but I'm always looking for more! So please share this review and send a few recommendations my way! Tag your own stories, tag other people... I don't want to miss any of them!

Thank you all and share the love!!

Story Name: Promised

Author: jawritter

Character Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Length: 10 Chapters, 25,084 words total

Story Type: Series - ABO, AU Real life, Mob dynamics, Age gap

Another highlight are the physical descriptions. Anyone who knows Jensen Ackles from his work, can easily imagine him in a reader insert story.

That is, after all, why we are all here!

Favorite Line: “You know, before I came here tonight with Y/n I promised her something…. I promised her I would protect her. You made me break that promise.. I don’t appreciate that. I’ll be spending the rest of my life making it up to her….”

“I told her if you tried anything I’d rip your throat out….. With my teeth…”

Jensen’s vision went red, All he saw was red…

I Want More! : If you loved this as much as I did, here are some other stand-out stories that you might enjoy…

Feral @jawritter Can We Fix Us @jawritter If Its Meant to Be (Alpha Beau x Omega Reader) @jawritter Unleashed @supersleepygoat Reasons @merethehunter Feral @luci-in-trenchcoats The Things We Don’t Believe In (Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader) @thecleverdame

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altagraye · 2 years

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Big Big Love part 11

part 11: Send Her my Love in Bedroom Hymns

Maia Age:28

Sam age:31-32

Dean age:35-36

Roslyn age: 3

Approximate year: 2014-2015

Approximate season: 10

TW!: SMUT, Cussing, depression, self-harming behavior (I don't condone or recommend, it's terrible), Alpha!Demon!Dean

Maia:

Roslyn is three years old now. She grows so fast. Bringing her home from the hospital was no walk in the park. I had a lot to learn even with my built in Omega-mommy skills. There were tons of restless nights and don't even get me started on the teething! Raising a pup is definitely a team effort, Dean and I switching off so one of us can get some kind of sleep. Sometimes it was even a pack-wide effort. But I feel like I've gotten the hang of things by now. I'm so glad I have a multitude of cups of coffee to keep my engine running throughout the day. We moved into this inherited Bunker not too long ago, just last year I think it was? I like the layout, tons of rooms and a huge kitchen so I can actually learn how to cook something edible. It's like a maze down here. The only thing I hate about it is that there aren't any windows to the outside. I miss looking out the glass on rainy days. Oh well, It's easy for me to lose track of time.

I was so relieved that, on the day that shook my core, Ros had stayed the weekend at Bobby's. I was sitting at the mapped table reading through some of the archived Greek literature books from the library of the bunker, late at night when I felt this terrible searing pain in my neck, where Dean's claim was. Sam told Dean to stop hunting but they never did. Can't take the hunter out of the Alpha after all. Now they were trying to stop the new big-baddie, Metatron. Dean, my poor Galahad was afflicted by this dumb Mark-of-Cain thing.

But not even that would drag me away from him. We're soulmates. Dean tried to push me away from him but that only made me love him harder. I wasn't going to let him think that after all we've been through, that I was going to let some dumb scar come between us.

The pain in my neck grew and grew like someone had been cauterizing it. I looked at it as best I could in a mirror but it was fading away. It felt like smoke slipping through my fingers, unable to grab it back. I wasn't a worry-wort or negative-Nancy but I knew something was gravely wrong. i called Dean's phone and all I got was a snooty answering machine and a dial tone. I must have called him twenty times before I went to Sam's phone. I left tons of messages on his cell and other cells he had.

"Sam! What the Hell is going on?! Dean always answers when I call. My claim is breaking, please I'm terrified. I don't know what's happening. Call me back or text me fuck's sake, you have your hands off the wheel anyway."

"Gods-dammit, Sam. How many of these do I have to leave? I thought you were the smarter one? I'm gonna slash you up when you guys get home!" I ended the phone call, with my blood boiling. I checked on my claim again, the last raised bump fading within seconds, into smooth skin. Like it had never happened. What the fuck is going on? I prayed to Cas multiple times and he didn't answer me either. Not even a poof or a flap of those unruly feathers.

I sat with my head in my hands and started to cry when I heard the distinctive creak of the front door of the Bunker come open. I was beyond pissed. So I let loose.

"Sam!! Where in the fuck have you guys been? It's 2 o'clock in the morning. You've better smote the shit out of this dick-bag Angel or I'm going to explode." I turned to see Sam carrying Dean down the steps. My mate's body was limp, he had gashes on his face, now pale. And I could smell iron in the air. Whatever it was it must have been a rough fight. My hand covered my mouth and I started to cry. Who dares to hurt my Alpha? My mind was down playing the scene. Sam looked exhausted and his eyes were red and puffy like he'd been weeping for a while.

I followed them down to our room where Sam set his body down. His clothes covered in patches of his own blood. A deep hole burrowed into his chest.

"Wh- wh- what happened??? Alpha? D-dean Winchester you better answer me! Wake up!" I slapped his face for good measure. His head cast to the side and didn't bounce back. It was then that I knew he was gone. I wept into his cold chest for hours, gripping where my claim used to be, until Sam came and pried me off him.

It was easy for Sam to do judging by my small size and my natural Omega-ness. I could smell the liquor on Sam's breath. I never knew him to be much of a heavy drinker. Usually he'd share a beer or two with dean on occasion.

With the door closed I couldn't bring myself to open it again for any reason. I cried myself to sleep. Only getting about three hours of Z's. I slept on the cold ground of the bunker unable to let myself be soothed by the softness of a bed. I heard Sam gathering supplies and keeping them down in the basement part of the bunker. He stayed there for a while. I didn't know what he was up to but I didn't care about anything.

How am I going to tell this to Roslyn? I can't just say, 'Daddy's dead.' At that thought I broke even further, the reality sinking down deeper, bringing me to the bottom of the coldest seas.

I thought about dying and all the different ways I could have done it. I knew where the silver bullets were stashed. Maybe I could take one of the cars from the garage and wrap it around a tree trunk? I couldn't bring my cowardly Omega ass to do any of it because of Ros. She still needs me. She can't lose both her parents at the same time.

So to feel something once the sobbing had stopped I took one of my claws and made line after line of shallow cuts from my wrist to my elbow. I watched as the red beaded up to the surface to form a line.

Dawn came and Sam was standing over me. I knew he was there but I didn't acknowledge his presence. I began to cut myself again and Sam held me up by my mutilated arm, examining it and my state of mind. I was crying, again, from shame.

Sam lifted me up, one of his arms firm underneath my knees. He carried me to his bedroom, where I was nearly choked out by the intense pine smell. He put me on his bed. I stared at the fresh blood I had created trickling down from my wrist onto Sam's sheets.

He'd undressed himself, wearing only boxers. And joined me in bed. If he wanted to claim and ruthlessly knot me so hard that I couldn't walk for three days, I would have been fine with that. But he didn't do either. Instead he licked my wounds to heal them. Apparently some Alpha's saliva has minor healing properties.

We'd slept in his bed like normal impossibly broken people. Shattered into little tiny sharp shards. We picked each other's pieces up, little by little. Since I was now sharing Sam's bed, I had to bathe myself in scent blockers. I didn't want Roslyn getting the wrong idea and start calling Sam her dad instead. During the day I would put on a faux brave face for my daughter but at night when she was out like a light I would break again. Returning to Sam's bedroom, engulfing myself in pine and resorting to making slices in my arm. Sam would lick my wounds, so that Ros wouldn't see that I'd hurt myself.

This was the routine for a while. Brave mask in the morning, Pine and blood at night. I was so broken that I didn't have room for tears anymore, just chronic dull numbness. My heats were back to a monthly cycle once Ros was born. So Sam was apprehensive the night my heat hit, without Dean's claim to protect me.

When I'd just finished carving myself up, waves of fever wracked my body. I tried hard to muffle my ecstasy filled moans, not wanting to wake Roslyn a few rooms over. I managed to remove all my clothing. My slick covering my inner thighs and making a mess on his bed.

I didn't even try to masturbate, knowing it would only make my heat worse. Every inch of my body was covered in a layer of sweat. Sam came in. All it took was the opening of the door and a waft of my thick strawberry scent and a look of my naked form to send him into rut.

He'd closed the door and locked it. He took he clothes off down to his boxers and let his form overshadow me. His pine scent was purely intoxicating. It made me moan louder. He licked my wounds, like he did every night, but this time it was different. I made my core twitch with want. Once all the little cuts were healed up, he'd looked at my face, hazed over with need, my cheeks flushed and burning.

"Must you make me beg?" I asked breathily. I knew even after all this time and his attempted rape, deep down, buried beneath all that debris, Sam had genuine feelings for me. With the obstacle gone, why not sprint for first place and get that gold trophy? He took the bait, unable to resist.

He smashed his lips against mine into a sloppy, wet, kiss. I moaned softly into his flesh. I could feel his member aching to be inside me. He raked his clothed cock against my slickness. And nibbled at the right side of my neck, the opposite side of where Dean's claim had been. I could feel his fangs start to sink in, pricking into my skin. But he let go, instead moving down to my breast, taking my aroused and hardened nipple into his mouth. Biting the nub forcefully. His hand slithered down and found my folds.

Long fingers dragging up and down my strawberry scented slick drenched core. He started to play with my clit when he stopped completely. Sam's style was rougher than Dean's. so I could only imagine what it was like with him in bed, and I wanted more. My heart skipped a beat at thinking about the size of his knot, wanting it to be at my base. Sam sat at the edge of the bed, contemplating.

I came over to his back, looking over every toned muscle wrapped my arms through his and hugged his back tight to my breasts. I kissed his vertebrae where it met the bottom of his neck, that's as far as I could go with my height deficit. His long hair ticking my nose.I didn't want him to feel like I saw him as just happenstance. Just another Alpha opportunely placed in my path when I was feeling the absence of Dean.

"Whatever is happening between, us, It's real." I tried to make him listen to truth. His hand touched mine and he'd escaped my hug. Grabbing his jeans and his plaid shirt. "Sam!" I started to plead.

"I got to take a shower. Don't want her smelling you on me." He said leaving me in his room. Rejection again, by my second Winchester, for different circumstances. I don't understand, he was the one who had it going for me first and for a long time before I was finally sharing feelings for him. And now he won't take me up on my offer? Am I that much of a complicated Omega? That every man I've been with has to have a moral dilemma just to realize that they love me?

He practically treats Roslyn as his own, especially after Dean's death. But he's tentative with that also, it's almost like he knows something I don't. Is there a secret he isn't telling me? I can't read Sam as easily I could Dean. And that frustrates the Hell out of me. Regardless he should know that he can talk to me. About Gods-damned anything. For the remainder of my heat that week he never joined me in his bed, so I resorted to wearing long sleeve shirt in the swelter of summer to hide my cuts. He took out his rut on vanquishing some Alphas who'd smelled me near by the bunker.

Another month has passed since our buzz-kill. We haven't talked much since then. I started set out some of his favorite books for him since he got into that fight with some random demon, rendering his shoulder useless for time being. it was a bit funny seeing his arm slung up in that ridiculous looking fabric contraption. I continued my nightly ritual of scraping my claw against my flesh. Maybe if I do this often enough it'll leave dark lines? Tonight, I could feel my heat hitting again, with the blazing of sundown. Ros was fast asleep and Sam came in joining me in the kitchen. I was just finishing up washing dirty dishes that I made from a late dinner smorgasbord that I prepped for myself. The famous glutton-phase, numero-uno at the beginning of my heat.

I inhaled his Pine, this is probably the last time I'm going to smell it tonight. Saddened by the thought of him leaving me, I extended my index claw and began my macabre work on the lines, digging in a bit deeper this time. Sam growled low, his steps were full of purpose. He grabbed my bleeding arm and spun me around, pinning my lower back into the edge of the sink.

"Maia! Stop this. Stop hurting yourself! Do you have any idea how disappointed seeing you like this makes me? What if you cut too deep and I'm not here? Cas is sick and out of the question. What if Ros found you, blacked out?" His pine was so overbearing now, it was hard for me to focus.

"You don't think I haven't thought that through already? I can't stop. I can't stop it. Sam, can you help me feel something? Anything that isn't this noose around my neck? Don't you love me just a little?" Sam was a man of few words when it came to his way of loving. Instead he let his actions talk for him. He licked my fresh wounds until they'd healed. I kissed his lips needing that kind of tenderness from him. breaking the kiss I sucked in, he hasn't been this close to me in a month. I let his scent fall into my lungs and on the exhale I had to clench my legs together. I let out a controlled moan. I braced myself on the edge of the sink. My insides tightening and trembling for him.

His eyes were mesmerizing like a bright kaleidoscope of hazel. He initiated more contact first. I didn't want to influence him, I needed us to be transparent. He sucked at the right side of my neck and slipped his free hand under my shorts and underwear, grabbing a fistful of ass. I was panting against his kneading touch, feeling my slick get thicker. I knew he could smell me. his jeaned member present and grinding against my clothed slit.

He left a hickey on my neck, marking it. I let out very breathy moans, needing to be quiet. He growled, leaving a sloppy kiss on my lips. His warmth left my ass cheek, making me think he was going to stop for the night a leave, again. Instead he held out his hand, "I know a place where we can be loud." I took it without hesitation and he walked me down past darkened corridors into the garage of the Bunker.

He had some difficulty taking the Impala keys out of his breast-pocket but got it eventually. He opened up the back before he let me hop in, he raked a loving hand through my hair his eyes locking with mine.

"Sam? You know this is real, right? We're authentic." I needed him to hear that. to know that our feelings weren't sparked out of our shared grief alone. he gave me a small smile and leaned down, his back bending, giving me a sweet- pine filled smooch. That's a yes. I took my shirt and shorts off, leaving my sandals next to the rear passenger tire. My undergarments were lacy and red.

I helped out, gimpy, and took his pants off. I kissed and nibbled at his light stubble on his Adam's apple when I unbuttoned each of his buttons on his plaid shirt. That made him buck into me and send his free hand exploring into my underwear. He inserted one digit, making me gasp at the sudden penetration and wanting much more than just that. I took off his sling to completely remove his shirt and then replaced the odd contraption.

He took out his finger and licked it clean, the look in his eyes as he did made me mewl against his chest. He let me get in first and he followed closing the door. I sat down in the middle like I normally would, my skin making contact with the cold leather seat. My cheeks were flushed again and I was near trembling. I scooted my butt forward in the seat, bringing my center to the forefront and resting the back of my neck against the edge of the seat.

He kissed me again but this time he was much more forceful, letting his control slip a little. He ended the kiss by biting my lower lip, possessively and thrusting two digits as deep as they could go into my slick ridden vagina. I moaned loud, not worrying about anyone hearing my sex-filled moans. He was knuckle deep, curling his fingers in and out making me shudder and gasp with each aggressive thrust.

"Got to stretch you out a little, I'm big and your damn, tight." He explained. I moaned getting excited at the thought of him filling me. I whimpered, missing his touch when he removed his fingers and turned around grabbing something from the glove box of the Impala. I took this opportunity to remove my undergarments and cast them to the floor of the car. He turned around, taking in the scenery. I didn't conceal any part of me, opening my legs for him. he seemed a bit shocked by this at first with my straightforwardness, but his gaze quickly returned to a rut-filled haze.

he tore a small foil package with his teeth, a condom. A flash of anger came across my features and took it from him throwing it, landing in the far reaches of the dashboard. I embraced his scalp with both hands and kissed his lips. he growled sexily at my actions.He'd gotten more ridged both with his actions and where it mattered. I helped him take off his boxers and he sat down next to me.

"Ladies first." he insisted wanting me to act as the top, or at the very least equal. maybe this was to do with his length and girth. It made my mouth water. I straddled myself on top him, guiding my hand down to position him at my entrance. I lowered myself down on him, the slick helped but I could still feel just how different having another man inside me was. It wasn't necessarily better than Dean just different.

He moaned from the pressure. His head scraped against my cervix, making me whimper. In all honesty it hurt a little bit, but with the pheromones flowing through my veins and my heated state I didn't mind some pain mixed with pleasure. Unable to hold back any longer, he used his free hand to grab at my shoulder pinning me to him and forcefully bucked deeper into me. Deeper than I even thought possible, his head dipping into my cervix, making me see entire galaxies.

"Ahh! Sam." He kept at a relentless pace, each thrust harder than the last, more passionate. I felt his knot swell at my base, ready to burst. I dragged my tongue across his scars displayed on his chest, the ones Dean gave him. My walls clench down like a vice. He lifted his torso off the backseat away from a resting position. his hand cradling the base of my neck and dragging it in. His knot locked inside me and load after sweet boiling load released into my deepest parts. Not wasting another second he sunk his fangs into the flesh of the right side of my neck, claiming me. I'd screamed, climaxing from the combination of his knot, seed, and pine intoxicating me all at once. We sat there panting out our arousals, still connected for about half an hour. He lapped the blood away from his claim but made sure not to touch the puncture marks, wanting them to scar over. We waited for his knot to calm down before talking.

"I've waited a long time for this." He said rubbing my cheek with his thumb, his eyes mulling over my beauty. "Doesn't feel real, but I'm happy it is." I smiled back at him, moaning and wincing from his exit.

"Me too. I need a shower." I definitely smell like him now. Both of us wanted to start round two but were unable to with the possibility of Roslyn waking up in the middle of the night. We left the Impala in her steamed state and headed off to the shower stalls. Oh man, I'm going to feel this in the morning. Together we bathed, needing each other as support. Me nursing his gimp shoulder and him, making sure the shower water didn't sting my fresh claim. it was a miracle at all that we by the end of the cleaning we didn't still smell like each other. Now dressed, we headed off to the bedroom section of the Bunker. We stopped at his room. He landed a kiss on my forehead.

"Don't hurt yourself anymore." he said, demandingly, already exerting his Alpha nature onto his new mate. I gave him a weak smile, "Okay. Good night." That was the one thing I don't think I can promise. I'm going to sleep very solidly tonight. He rubbed my cheek with is thumb again.

" 'Night. 'Mega." Hearing him utter my dynamic, really felt like setting our actions in stone. It felt good and right. should I feel guilty for this? Being my recently deceased mate's , whom I've bore a pup with, brother? my omega instinct was telling me, no I shouldn't be ashamed. Dean died. It wasn't really cheating after all, was it? it was too late to get cold feet now. I hopped into my bed in my room, cocooning, I was starting to get too much in my own head. I couldn't help but place a hand on the crook of my left neck, where Dean's claim used to be. I wanted to cut, but didn't so I had my fill of crying until I fell asleep.

The next morning felt so odd to me, because it was like there was a light-switch that had been flipped on inside my brain. For the first time in a very long time, I felt happy. Dean and I had bonded through our emotions, I and Sam, however bonded intellectually. Not to say that Dean was dumb, he wasn't. Just the way Sam and mine brain operated was different than his. Dean thinks...thought with his heart. Sam puts that pre-law beautiful nerdy mind to work constantly. He needs to do that actually otherwise, he'd be bored out of his wits. Sam is governed by reason and thought.

I was the first person up, getting some pancakes ready for Roslyn, those were her current favorite. In a few more weeks she'd have some other favorite fad to please her palette. Pups, Gods help me. I was sipping on some coffee and got Ros up, heaving her groggy little booty out of bed and putting her in her high-chair. It was hard to get her to eat, even though she liked the stuff. She only ate about half of it, but I settled for that. In another three hours she'd only be tugging at my leg wanting more food. Her little face scrunched up in a frustrated manner. Sam, finally out of his slumber came in, fixing himself a cup of coffee from the batch I made.

"What's up buttercup?" I asked Ros, she has been talking for a little while. Mostly baby nonsense talk that only people who were close to her could comprehend. but other than that she can string very minor sentences together to get her point across. I tucked her fine hair out of her face and behind her ear. It hurt to see Dean's eyes reflected in those tiny eye sockets and his freckles on her face.

"Bored. Wanna play hide seek. Miss Daddy." I smiled as hard as I could, because that sentence coupled with the look on her face made me hurt so damned bad. Sam was silent, turned around tending to his coffee. "Daddy will be home soon, pumpkin. I promise." her eyes tensed on me.

"Wiar." Liar. I almost broke right then and there. but I used that hurt to heave myself out of the kitchen chair and pick her up.

"Somebody needs a nap, huh grumpy-face?" I told her. she didn't say anything back. I put her back to bed and rubbed her back and hummed Landslide to soothe her to sleep. that worked every time. I closed her door without a sound and Sam was in the hallway staring at me, looking guilty. I walked away from her door and collapsed down into Sam's chest, a bawling mess.

"Sam, how are we gonna fix this?" I asked him, not knowing where else to turn. He sighed but didn't answer me. He kissed his claim, the flesh still tender. Sam gave me some room, knowing I needed time to think and stir. I let my emotions fester inside me before settling down and coming to streamline. The morning faded into the night-time and I had noticed Sam's laptop open and a tab closed down. Sitting next to his laptop a stack of papers, notes upon notes of demonology.

I skimmed through them, not thinking much of it until I saw he'd written a sentence. how to become a demon with an anti-possession tattoo? Why was he so invested in this? I thought he was keeping hunting to a minimum with his shoulder. at least that's what he told me. I tried opening the window but of course it was password protected. with a tiny security question to answer.

Circles infinity expecting differently. I mulled it over for a little while before cracking it. Insanity! Circles being a cycle, for infinity so repeating the same actions over and over expecting a different outcome. It's the famous saying from Einstein, and the definition of insanity. You'd think Sam would have thought of something more difficult?

The file was titled, 'Gas-n-sip footage DD'. That's weird. maybe he's stumped on a case? since I cracked his riddle, I can help him with this. I clicked on the file and view the video. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, just some guy looking over the magazines on one isle. almost all Gas-n-sips are the same, so seeing this brought back memories of before the Mill. Crazy to think how much my life has changed since then.

another man came on the screen and caught my attention. He had bowed out legs and dressed a bit plainly, with a cap on. The taller man suddenly attacked the other one and threw him into the shelf, for no reason. He looked right at the camera and I froze in place. I'd know that face anywhere. it was Dean, in the flesh. No can't be, has to be a shifter or something, right? for a second his eyes flashed, pure black like they'd been covered in soot. and then returned to normal. I closed the laptop horrified, appalled, excited, elated, terrified for Dean, and then livid. I took Sam's laptop and ran to his room where he was sleeping.

I threw it purposely on his shoulder making him wake from the pain. I mounted him and pounded on his chest. "How long? How long did you know?! You told me he was DEAD! He's alive! Breathing. Walking. and a black eyed fool!" by the end I put my forehead to his, headbutting. I shouldn't have done it because it hurt like hell.

I dismounted him, falling to the floor with a thud. He got up from bed, sitting with me on the floor.

"I haven't known for long, only a few days. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how. I'm afraid of losing you. I thought, if you knew, you'd go running back to him and leave me. Everyone leaves. Go! Go see what he's become!" he said his mood changing mid-speech.

I grabbed his face in both my palms, surprising him with my actions. I kissed his forehead, the way he did to me. "I can't leave you. I won't. Mates for life. That goes for dean too. I'll be back. I need to go rescue my Galahad Sam. Can you do me a favor, and don't follow me? Watch over Roslyn, please. If something goes wrong, I have you on speed dial." I had a mission now, a purpose.

Sam closed his eyes savoring my touch and thinking through my promise.

"Come back in one piece." he demanded from me. "Always." I answered my new lover, before giving him a kiss tasting his pine. I gathered my things quickly, packing a demon knife and all the love and courage I could muster within me. I took one of the random working vehicles from the garage and drove to the Black Spurs bar pulling in to the a parking spot and turning off the engine. I exhaled, Zeus give me strength, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. Here goes nothing. I exited the vehicle and locked it, keeping aware of my surroundings. I'm walking into a demon bar, where there are guaranteed to be Alphas of some kind.

Demons are not below rape, if anything they are encouraged by it. I'm still in my heat cycle so the fact that I'm still standing in this musky cesspool is a miracle. Maybe Sam's claim helped me out with that? I swung the door open, my only goal being to find Dean. The music stopped every pair of eyes on me and my Omega body. the music returned and some of the Alphas nearby were calling for me.

"Come over here, 'mega, wanna ride this pony, cowgirl?" the first alpha whistled.

"Got a fat knot, waiting for ya, Darling!" One fisted his clothed dick in my direction. I gave him the bird, not exactly intimidating considering my tiny fingers.

"We can fuck that cunt, two for one discount, Baby-gal. Awhoooooo." Another mock-howled banging on the chest of his buddy.

I didn't acknowledge them at all. instead payed attention to Dean, seeing his back turned to me. he had a red shirt on and jeans, boots. His hair grown out a little and combed over semi-neatly. I could smell the liquor that emanated from him as I closed the space between us. he was sucking face with a blonde. I crossed my arms and dragged my tongue across my canine.

"Didn't know they made Barbie the black-eyed-bitch edition. Must be new." that got her attention. She broke the kiss, get your filthy lips off my man. Dean laughed, entertained by my insult. I let my eyes pierce into his, wanting to peer into his soul, if there was one left.

"Why don't you get your own knot, you reek of sex, Omega slut." I wasn't going to show weakness, especially not here. plus the fact that I was already vexed. I took the demon blade out of my black suit jacket, pinned her hand to the table and impaled it to the wood, making her scream. for good measure I made sure she would need plastic surgery to fix that up-turned nose of hers. Feeling it break underneath my knuckles.

Dean was smiling from ear to ear, revealing his perfect rows of teeth. He whistled after taking another shot of liquor.

"You, me- need to fuck. Right now. You make me all tingly when you take control like that, M." just hearing his voice again, made me so happy but I knew the fact that him being here for all this time and not in the Bunker meant something was astray. He rose from his seat. I couldn't tell if the whiskey scent was coming from his body or the exuberant amount of alcohol he'd been consuming. His hand took mine and led me out of the bar, I needed his touch so much. What have they done to you, Love?

He took me across the street to a dingy looking motel. He took me into his arms, bridal style. Shifting his weight to one foot, he kicked the door in. He set me down on the bed and topped me. Taking the collar of my jacket into his hands dragging me up to meet his lips I could taste the poison on his lips, still lingering. I couldn't help but moan into him. I had missed him for so long and that made a deadly combo with my heat being active at the moment. He was rougher than usual, like he'd lost his inhibitions.

"That's what I like to hear." His hands stroked down the fabric of my jacket, reaching the juncture of the button that connected the two sides, and jerked ripping the button off. I wasn't going to let my heat distract me from why I came here. he took my heels off along with his reddish-rusty colored jacket and black shirt. he unzipped my jeans with his teeth, growling at the scent of my slick beneath them.

"Dean, we need to talk." I said. He undid the metal button of my jeans and licked at my clothed slit, making me moan again. He descended and hopped off the bed taking the bottom of my jeans and tugging them off my legs. He cast off his boots and yanked his pants down enough to where his length fell out, slapping firm against the base of his stomach.

"Sure, let the skin do the talkin', Baby." He said in a lustful tone, returning to the bed. The abused springs creaking under our combined weight. I was already slick as all Hell. So he wouldn't need to prep me or anything. Before that plane could come in for a landing, I needed to get my point across before I wasn't able to talk. he started to remove my silky pink underwear. I need to say it now.

"Dean! You died. and came back, why not come home? Do you miss me at all? Or Ros?" He had begun working on eating me out, taking in my slick with an aggressive appetite. I felt waves of heat wash over me. Fucking Cerberus in a handbasket! I couldn't lose track of my objective. I stared at him through the valley of my breasts, needing his answer, before I couldn't make conscious thought.

He was staring back at me, his tongue scraping at my walls. His eyes were filled with rut and then turned as black as coal in a millisecond. My chest heaved and my heart was drumming in my body, pumping my heat through me. Out of my core, down through my thighs and into my toes, making them curl. I was close to cumming, feeling my heat searing into my cheeks. He still had enough Dean in him to tease me, like old times and didn't give me a chance to release. he licked my slick off his lips and stalked further up to me.

He looked at me like prey. His eyes still blackened. He swallowed, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

" 'Course I do. What I can't take a vacation? Oh, am I scaring you sweetheart? Want the green ones back? Personally I prefer these. Think they look better on me." He answered. I was about to open my mouth when. His bullshit reply made me angry I took his throat in my grip, my claws scraping with his skin.

"I'm not afraid, I'm sad. This isn't you. Death is no holiday, it's finite! I felt your claim sever!!" I let my feeling spill out. He cackled against my grip. His eyes returning to the shade of green that I adored and knew so well.

"Welcome to the Dark-side, death is only a new beginning, Maia." His brows furrowed for a second. Laughing again but it sounded more like a scoff. He grabbed at my neck with one hand to pull me up to him so he could take my jacket off. He threw it, landing on a lampshade, darkening the room a bit. He set my neck down, and put his lips next to my right ear. His hand stroked at Sam's claim.

"Somebody's getting on the naughty list this year. You think I couldn't smell him on you? Taste him inside you? It's pretty sad really. He gave you a pity fucking. And This ain't no pity fuck." he said making his eyes return to black. He plunged himself into me, making gasp after gasp escape me. His fangs extended and tore into the left side of my neck. His Whiskey coursed throughout my entire body, spreading from cell to microscopic cell. The claiming hurt but it felt exhilarating at the same time. My veins were filled with Pine and Whiskey melting into my own strawberry scent. A potent triquetra. Throughout the sex, I felt something burn into my wrist. I stared at it and watched dark lines, as if someone was giving me a tattoo, form a symbol I had never seen before. I noticed the same thing sting itself into dean's wrist. on the same spot.

Dean knotted himself into me more times than I could count. He fucked me senseless, ultimately and literally reclaiming what was rightfully his. At some point I had passed out. I woke up to find Dean snoring next to me. My eyes welled up but I couldn't let myself cry. I got up from the motel bed and collected my things and left. I forgot that I drove here, unable to focus on anything but what had just happened.

I limped down the highway, the night and moon still high in her resting place among the stars. Dean screwed me so hard it made walking a challenge. I don't remember how long I walked down the desolate road, casting my feet between the two yellow lines. I felt more numb than I had ever been. My mission had failed and I don't know how to fix Dean. I'm back at square one. I flopped down on to the cold blacktop staring into the dark abyss, a halo of white light ringed around the full moon. I closed my eyes, waiting for a car to come and crush me under its tires. I felt so used. I hate what heat makes me, lets me accept. my phone rang multiple times but I ignored it.

I watched the moon creep across Nyx's cloak. Until bright lights made me wince and screeching tires skidded to a halt, stopping in the knick of time. A heavy door opened and closed. Boots running heavy across the asphalt. a warm hand caressing my cheek. Pine filling my nostrils and lungs.

"Maia?! What happ-" he stopped mid-sentence, his glossy hazel eyes noticing two claims, one for each side. I lost it, tears searing stains into my cheeks. "Take me home, Sam, please." I begged. that was the one thing I was good for, begging. I begged for love. I begged for happiness. I begged for knots. Sam got me into the passenger seat ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he rose me from the ground. I kept staring at the moon on the way to the Bunker.

Alphas, Omegas- such an overrated shit-show.

End chapter 11. Start Arc B of series.

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"And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would And I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me"

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"The sweetest submission Drinking it in The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns"

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whatitsaysonthetin · 1 year

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Title: A is for Alpha

Author: whatitsaysonthetin

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Smith/Sam Wesson

Tags: Alternate Universe - It's a Terrible Life (Supernatural), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sam Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, Office Sex, Public Sex, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Humor

Summary: Dean sighs, allowing himself a moment more of daydreaming while he finishes his Super Detox Ginger Green tea.

Sam Wesson. Sammy. Dean doesn't know why, but he just feels like a Sammy. Maybe it's the dimpled, boyish grin, or the sparkling hazel eyes, or the glossy, loose hair that he's always shaking out of his face. Maybe it's the sunshine-yellow polo that hugs the back of his shoulders just right. Maybe it's the way his forearms flex when he pushes the elevator buttons.

Dean hums with appreciation at the thought and tips back the last spicy dregs of his tea. It's time to get back to the daily grind, the Everest of paper, the—

Oh. Oh no. Oh, no this is not happening right now! Dean's travel mug conspicuously drops to conceal the clear line of a knotted erection in the front of his slacks. He hasn't had a natural rut in so long he'd slacked off taking his suppressants. Which, obviously, was a poor choice on his part during the busiest quarter of the entire year.

He has a meeting later, goddammit!

Made for: @spnabobingo Round 7 Square filled: Growling/Whining

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holylulusworld · 22 hours

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SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

Masterlist for the SPN Omegaverse Week April 14th - April 20th 2024

All stories are written for the @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week

Day 1, 14.04.2024 (Heat/RUT) - Tear you down (Dean Winchester)

Day 2, 15.04.2024 (Scenting) - Fragrances (Sam Winchester)

Day 3, 16.04.2024 (National Anal Sex Day) - Tight fit (Soulless!Sam Winchester)

Day 4, 17.04.2024 (Submissive Alpha and/or Dominant Omega) - A gentle scent (2) sequel to A gentle scent (Dean Winchester)

Day 5, 18.04.2024 (Mating/Claiming) - Tear you down (2) (Dean Winchester)

Day 6, 19.04.2024 (Slick) - Ready for harvest sequel to Hungry like the wolf (Sam, Dean & John Winchester - no Wincest)

Day 7, 20.04.2024 (Alpha/Omega for Hire) - Faking it all (2) sequel to Faking it all (AU!Dean Winchester)

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wildgirllz · 11 months

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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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Winchester’s Folly

Masterlist

*Updated 3/24

Prologue

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

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Pack chapter 26

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: The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 2.2k

Series masterlist | Supernatural writing masterlist

Part 25 <- -> Part 27

I couldn’t sleep. I tried not to disturb Dean, who needed sleep just at much as I did, not that he would admit it.

Eventually, I got sick of just lying there. I crept out of the bed, eased the door open and slipped into the corridor. I was pretty sure if we’d been in a motel room Dean would’ve been on high alert and I wouldn’t have been able to do that without waking him, but tonight at least he was more relaxed. And exhausted from days of rut.

I made my way to the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make myself a cup of tea.

“Umm, hi,” I heard from the doorway. I damn near jumped out of my skin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I turned to Claire. “That’s ok, just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up.”

“You can’t sleep, hey?”

“I did a fair bit of sleeping the last few days.”

She looked at me critically but just said, “Sure.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, you know, night owl.” She’d caught me lying, and I could see she was too. Still, I didn’t want to pry.

“You want some tea?”

“Nah, I already made myself a hot chocolate earlier.”

“Oooh, that’s better. But still, tea might help me get back to sleep.”

She stood and watched me for a minute while I readied the tea bag, put it in the mug and poured in the water. I was headed to the fridge for milk when she continued. “Are you a hunter?”

“No, didn’t know about monsters until they all started beheading vampires in front of me. But I am learning some lore and things, and Dean promised to let me train now that I’m better.”

“Right.”

I don’t think my answer pleased her.

“What kind of monster are you hunting?”

“The kind that does not need to be discussed at 3am,” Dean said in a displeased voice, walking in and blinking heavily in the light. He crossed his arms, “What are you both doing up, the night before a hunt?”

I suddenly became very interested in looking at my tea.

“What, are you going to send me to bed?” Claire sassed at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m not some little kid to be bossed around.”

“No, but you are the one who wants to go hunt this monster, and if you do not get your ass back into bed and get some more sleep, you ain’t coming.”

Claire growled.

“Growl all you like, I have your car keys.”

“This is bullshit!” she yelled, storming down the corridor towards the bedrooms.

“Now, do I have to threaten you too?” he said to me, a slight smirk on his face.

“I didn’t want to wake you with my tossing and turning.”

“Well, I’m awake now, so you can toss and turn all you like. Come on.” I let him usher me to our room and into bed.

---

Dean threw Sam the keys to Baby, who caught them with only a small show of surprise on his face. Dean also held the keys to Claire’s car in his hand. She held her hand out to him for them.

“Nope,” Dean said, “I’m driving.”

“That is my car!”

“And you were up half the night. I’m driving.”

Claire huffed and stormed off for the garage, Sam and Madi behind her. I went to follow, but Dean caught my wrist.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said when I turned to look at him. “Can you go with Sam and Madi? I want to talk to Claire and I think it’ll go better if it’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, umm, ok.”

“Thanks,” he said, kissing my forehead. I headed to the car.

---

“You ok back there?” Sam asked as he drove.

“Umm, yep, fine. Just a bit tired,” I answered from the backseat.

“You can have a nap if you want one.”

“I’m fine.”

---

Dean was ranting about Madi and I staying in the motel room again. Like we hadn’t done that last time.

He was really starting to get on my nerves.

“Make sure the salt lines are maintained, I don’t think there are any demons around but you never know. Don’t open the door, not even to housekeeping. Don’t-”

“For God’s sakes, Dean, we know how to stay in a bloody motel room!” I yelled, unable to deal with his continued monologue.

He looked at me shocked, and then his expression started to turn to stern. I didn’t stick around to listen to his lectures.

“I’m done,” I muttered, stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door.

I couldn’t hear all of the words, but I’m pretty sure Sam told Dean to leave me and then that they should go. I sat on the lid of the toilet, my hands shaking slightly. A minute or two after I’d stormed in, I heard gentle knocking on the door and Madi calling out that they’d gone.

I came back out, feeling a bit embarrassed about my outburst.

Madi smirked at me, “Don’t worry, I was about 30 seconds behind you in wanting to yell at him.” She always knew how to make me feel better. “So, Netflix?”

We settled on the bed with the best view of the TV, scrolling for something to watch.

“You ok?” Madi asked me gently.

“I’m fine,” I said, trying to hide my fidgeting.

“Because you look like someone who’s stressed about their Alpha out hunting, perhaps because he got injured last time.”

I looked at my hands.

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It’s ok to be worried.”

“Thanks, Madi. He’s just so... blasé! Hasn’t acted at all like he got shot last time and maybe he should look after himself. Instead he’s lecturing us on how to be safe, telling Claire she needs to do what she’s told or she’ll be left here too. Nothing at all about his own safety!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Dean doesn’t like people fussing about him. And both of them act as though injuries and apocalypses and whatever else are just the inconveniences of the job. They’re insufferable.”

“I don’t think Claire likes me either.”

“Claire would never admit this, but Dean’s been a surrogate father to her. She’s probably scoping you out.”

“What, for if I’m any good as step-surrogate-mother? Or if I’m good enough for Dean?”

She laughed, “One or the other, maybe both!”

“Great, more drama I’m bringing to the Pack.”

“Hey, hey, you didn’t bring drama to the Pack. And Claire will be fine, don’t stress about it. Besides, if she’s not fine, Dean will tell her to pull her head in.”

“I guess,” I said unconvincingly.

“Come on, I’m sure I saw M&Ms in one of these bags.”

I let her try and distract me.

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It was after 6 when Sam pushed the motel room door open, Claire and Dean following him and arguing between themselves. Sam looked like he was sick of this shit, which made me wonder how long they’d been going for.

But mostly I was busy looking them up and down, checking for any signs of injury. They all looked ok.

Dean finally looked sick of it. “Enough!” he barked at Claire.

She looked she was going to continue, but appeared to think better of it. She huffed and walked over to the open packet of M&Ms.

Still looking frustrated and running his hand through his hair, he turned to Madi and I. “Anything to report? Any problems?” His tone was tense, all business.

“No, totally quiet,” Madi answered.

I had already been tense, but now my nerves felt shot from the agitation radiating off my Alpha. Dean looked like he was to say something to me, but pulled himself up. Perhaps he had noticed me shrinking away from him.

He ran his hand down his face. “I’m going to check on the car, it was making a noise earlier.”

“No it wasn’t-” Claire tried to say but was drowned out by Sam loudly saying, “Good idea.”

Dean manhandled the door open and almost slammed it behind him.

Claire was looking at Sam, irritated. “The car was not making a noise!”

“That’s just Dean’s way of saying ‘I need to go do something with my hands to calm down’,” Madi explained.

“What, he just walks off? Some kind of Alpha he is,” Claire scoffed.

Madi growled lowly, always quick to respond. Sam put his arm around her and she calmed some.

“Better an Alpha that recognises he needs space than one that keeps pushing through and ends up hurting those around him,” Sam said mildly.

Claire rolled her eyes and turned back to the M&Ms. Madi huffed quietly but stopped growling.

Once she’d calmed down, Sam kissed Madi’s forehead then come over to sit next to me. “How are you going?” he asked me gently.

“Fine.”

“You don’t really seem fine.”

“In the 5 minutes you’ve been here?”

“Ok, I see your point. But you didn’t seem fine when we left either. Or in the car.”

“Dean sending you to do his dirty work?”

He chuckled, “No, he can fight his own battles. Besides, I think you had a point this morning, he was going on and on. But that doesn’t mean that yelling at him and locking yourself in the bathroom is normal for you, either.”

I looked at my hands, flicking at my fingernails.

“You don’t have to tell me, but maybe you should think about telling Dean.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” I said more forcefully.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Ok, ok, I can take a hint. Just think about it.” He rubbed his hand on my upper arm in a comforting gesture then moved over to the tiny kitchenette where Madi was waiting. The motel room was slightly bigger than our usual, with two queen beds and a fold-out couch for Claire in a little sitting area next to the kitchenette, but still felt suffocatingly small.

I couldn’t help but feel worried about Dean being outside alone when monsters were still on the loose, too. His paranoia had rubbed off on me. What if he got hurt while he was out there and we didn’t notice until it was too late?

A little later, I stood up and headed to the kitchenette myself. I fidgeted with my hands whilst I stood awkwardly in front of Sam.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, voice full of concern.

“Can you, umm - I know it’s silly - but can you please check on Dean?”

“Not silly at all,” he said, heading for the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Madi took my hand and gave it a squeeze while Sam left. Claire was staring at her phone, headphones on, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Shortly after, the room door opened again. A much calmer Dean stood on the threshold, eyes searching for me. “Y/N, can you come outside for a minute? It’s ok.”

I nodded and headed to him. If he’d still been angry I would have thought I was in trouble, but he looked more caring and concerned. Sam squeezed past him back into the room and then Dean took my hand and led me out, shutting the door behind us.

He turned to face me. “I’m sorry, ‘mega, I’ve just realised what an insensitive asshole I’ve been being.”

“What? You’re not-” he gently cupped my cheek with his hand, the sweet gesture silencing me.

“Yes, I have. I forgot that the last time I left you alone all day in a motel room, I got shot. Of course you’re worried. Sam and I didn’t think about it until you just sent him out to check on me.”

I started to tear up. He pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured.

I leant into the hug and enjoyed the feeling of being held, being close to my Alpha. He stroked my hair.

“Are- are you being careful?” I asked him.

He pulled back a little so he could look into my face. “We are always as careful as we can be, we are always looking out for each other when we’re hunting. But, sometimes we get injured. It’s going to happen occasionally. I know you’ll probably never be completely relaxed – I worry about Sam when he’s out without me, too – but I don’t want you freaking out every time we go out either.”

I bit my lip, not really sure how to reply. I couldn’t just turn off my worry.

He stroked the side of my face with my thumb. “How about this? You work on trying to relax when I’m hunting, and I work on paying better attention to you?”

“I’d prefer you paid better attention to your safety.”

He chuckled, “Ok, deal.”

He wrapped me in his arms again. I breathed in the scent of him and felt a little less stressed.

“You know,” I said after a minute, “Madi worked it out straight away.”

He laughed, “Of course she did, she’s smarter than Sam and I combined.”

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