#alpha!Dean

[diminuel]

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Finally, a kiss! This is for chapter 10 of @casblackfeathers fic "The Stars Will Remember" :3

I know that I messed up Dean's arm somehow but have not yet figured out how to fix it, don't look at it too closely X'D

#Supernatural #Destiel #Dean Winchester #Castiel #alpha!Dean #omega!Cas #Fanart

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward. 

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded. 

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm. 

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight. 

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised. 

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms. 

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area. 

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral. 

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must  have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up. 

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins. 

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?” 

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in. 

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said. 

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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#dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #Firefighter!Dean #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean #spn #supernatural #dean winchester fanfic #dean x you #dean winchester x you #abo

[kittenofdoomage]

Lucky Girl

Summary: Y/N has a dilemma to solve, but lucky for her, she's got a very handy Alpha to help out.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Omega!reader, referenced Saileen

Word Count: 3025

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics and smut (knotting, unprotected sex, scenting), amusing and dirty little old ladies, I would like to thank my mother for the inspiration from her many life drawing classes and the funny stories she tells me every week about the models.

A/N: Thank you so much Tumblr for making editing 1000% feckin' harder, sorry if there's any formatting issues guys x

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Her frustrated cry echoed through the house, and Dean followed the sound, finding her in the kitchen at the island, phone in hand and dismay on her face. He frowned, skirting around her to lean on the opposite side of the counter. “What’s up?”

“My model for tomorrow night just pulled out,” Y/N muttered, sighing heavily and dropping her phone. “I promised the director I’d get an Alpha model for this class, and now I’m back to square one.”

His bottom lip jutted out and he leaned on the heels of his hands, hunching his shoulders. “This is the, uh, the -”

“Life drawing,” she supplied.

“The nudie class, right?”

“That’s the one.” Another sigh, and she lowered her head, resting her forehead against one palm. “Where the hell am I gonna find an Alpha willing to pose nude in front of a bunch of OAPs?”

For a moment, he was silent, chewing on his lip as he watched her despair. “Out of curiosity, is this a voluntary gig or -?”

She looked up at him. “It’s a hundred bucks for ninety minutes. But you find me an Alpha who wants to do it, as well as is able to do it. I don’t need another Omega clawing my eyes out.”

He stood straight, patting his hands against his chest. “I’ll do it.” Y/N froze, staring at him as if he’d grown a second head. “You?”

“Why not? You can paint me like one of your French girls,” he quipped, and she chuckled, shaking her head as she pressed her hands to his chest. “No?”

“Well, a - it’s a drawing class,” she said hesitantly. “And I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about any Omegas getting pissy with me but…”

“But what?” he asked, shrugging. “It’s not like you’re leaving me to be assaulted by the Golden Girls is it?”

“I dunno, Geraldine can get a little handsy. She makes comments.”

A dirty smirk curved his features. “I got nothing to be ashamed of,” he announced proudly. “So long as you’re okay with me doing it,” he added quickly, leaning on the island again. “I don’t wanna do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” she replied, picking up her phone. “I’d have to clear it with Jeff first… but I don’t see why you can’t do it.” Her phone started to ring, and she grimaced, giving Dean an apologetic look. “That’s him now. I’ll run it by him, see what he thinks.” The back door opened as she got up, and Dean’s attention was snatched away by his brother’s entrance, leaving his Omega to dash off to the living room for a more private conversation with her boss.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean greeted, moving to the fridge. “Beer?”

“No thanks, man, I gotta drive later,” Sam replied, shaking his head. “Everything okay?”

The conversation he’d just been having didn’t seem like one he wanted to share with his brother, so he smiled, fishing a beer out of the bottom of the refrigerator. “Yeah, peachy. How’s Eileen?” Sam’s smile was wide. “Hangry.”

“Ah, second trimester. I hear it’s a bitch.”

“Yeah, well, don’t let her hear you say that.”

Y/N returned, smiling as she held up her phone. “Jeff said it’s fine!” she exclaimed. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Sam frowned, looking between them, gaze finally settling on his brother as the elder’s face turned beet red. “Did I, uh, miss something?”

“Nothing,” Dean rushed out. “Just something Y/N needed help with, is all. Nothing to write home about.”

She couldn’t stifle the giggle at how red he turned, sliding back into her seat at the island. “Absolutely nothing.”

The life drawing class was her last of the day, following her beginner’s watercolor classes, and it was one of the more popular ones at the community college. Her regular classroom’s walls were adorned with art created by students that passed through, and in the five years Y/N had been teaching art, she’d never found a school quite as welcoming as Lawrence Community. It was mostly mature students, and her classes in particular were mostly attended by elderly students, and life-drawing was no exception. She was always the youngest person in the room, and handsy Geraldine was the oldest at eighty-five, though she was as spirited as any thirty year old.

Dean was nervous when he showed up ten minutes early, hovering in the doorway as she said goodbye to the last few stragglers from her late watercolor class. When they were finally alone, she smirked at him, folding her arms across her chest as she stood behind her desk.

“Nervous?” she teased.

“No,” he scoffed, false bravado making his voice a little higher than usual.

“Good,” she chuckled, stepping out from her desk. She strode to the furthest wall, pulling out a folding screen from storage. “I don’t think we’re expecting a full house tonight. You can get undressed behind here, then we’ll figure out a pose.”

He balked a little at that. “A pose?”

“Well, you can lie down, or you can sit - you can read a book if you don’t wanna get bored,” she explained.

“Am I allowed to talk?”

“So long as you don’t move too much. Geraldine will probably be very chatty.”

He grimaced, slipping behind the screen. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

Y/N grinned. “You’re gonna do great.”

While he got ready behind the screen, she began to move the chairs and desks, arranging them in a circle before hauling the chaise longue into the middle. It didn’t take long for Dean to undress, and when he shuffled out from behind the curtain with his hands covering his junk, she couldn’t help but laugh. He peered at the small couch, pulling a face at the size of it.

“Am I even gonna fit on that?”

“It’s very sturdy,” she pointed out.

He didn’t look like he believed her but he approached anyway, lowering himself onto the soft surface with one hand, still covering his dick with the other. “It’s soft,” he exclaimed, testing the weight of it. “Is there a position you’d recommend?”

The innuendo was clear, and she pursed her lips for a second, then cleared her throat. “I’d recommend you lay down,” she rushed out, hoping he couldn’t smell the sudden flare in her scent. “Sometimes when you’re sitting for that long, you’ll be inclined to slouch, and that’ll make your back ache.”

“My back already aches,” he grumbled.

“Maybe pretend like you’re at the psychiatrist’s office or something,” she suggested.

He nodded, mouth pulling down at the corners as he contemplated it. “I can work with that.”

A knock at the door only preceded it opening by a second or two, and Dean jumped when one of her students, Vivienne, stuck her head through the door. “May we come in, dear?”

“You ready?” Y/N asked him quietly. “You’re gonna have to bare all, remember.” He grunted, lying back, reluctantly pulling his hand away from his crotch. She turned her back quickly, striding towards the door. “Of course, girls, please come in.”

The door swung wide, and Dean tried not to be alarmed by the amount of people walking in. There were nine people in total, seven elderly women and two older gentlemen. He was expecting lewd stares; what he got was a cursory glance as one old lady pointed out to her friend that using mayonnaise in a cake recipe wasn’t uncouth in the slightest.

“Okay, guys and gals,” Y/N announced, clapping her hands together as the students found their seats, all facing him. “We’ve got a very handsome model tonight, though I might be biased because he’s my boyfriend.”

One of the ladies pulled her bright pink glasses down, peering over them at him, obviously assessing him. “Lucky girl,” she murmured, and the other women all tittered as he tried not to blush.

Y/N smirked. “Are you in a comfortable position, Dean?”

He shifted, bringing one knee up, trying to appear casual without straining a muscle. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”

“Is everyone happy with the model’s positioning?”

A hand shot up, belonging to a petite white-haired lady wearing a blue fuzzy sweater that appeared a couple of sizes too big. Her thick glasses made her eyes huge, and the pearl string that hung from them around her neck jangled when she moved. “Could we turn the light behind him off?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N said, quickly crossing the room to turn the section of lights off. The effect cast almost a spotlight on him, and he swallowed, hoping the ninety minutes would go fast. “Is that okay?”

“Perfect,” the blue-sweater lady grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

“Okay, so ninety minutes, we’re not looking for perfection here, so don’t rush yourselves. Study the angles, take your time, and remember, anything you create is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as him,” the pink-glasses lady chortled, and Dean hoped the lighting didn’t show how red he felt. Y/N only smiled, glancing at the clock before instructing everyone to begin. No one said a word as the room filled with the sound of paper rustling and pencils being sharpened. He stayed as still as possible, feeling a little tense as they studied him.

After a while, Y/N began to walk around the room, checking on her student’s progress. Dean watched her, feeling a little proud of how encouraging she was, helping each individual identify their strengths in their creations. “Great shading, Geraldine,” she commented as she reached the lady with the pink glasses.

“I’m trying to keep everything in proportion,” the old lady murmured with a dirty smirk on her face as her gaze slid to Dean. “Out of curiosity, dear, do you ever cut yourself on that chiseled jaw?”

The ice broke and a quiet rumble of laughter went around the room, with Dean chuckling too. “It’s never been a problem before, darlin’,” he threw back, giving her a salacious wink. She clutching her chest, looking up at Y/N as the younger woman rolled her eyes with a smile.

“If I was fifty years younger,” Geraldine warned playfully, inspiring another round of giggles.

It didn’t seem so bad after that. Dean relaxed, enjoying some back and forth with the more chatty of the students. The time flew by, and when Y/N announced that class was ending, he was surprised to look at the clock and see it was nearly nine-thirty.

Each student packed up, and he took the opportunity to dress again behind the screen, emerging just as the last few ladies were lingering. Geraldine was among them, approaching him as soon as he appeared to shake his hand.

“You take care of our Y/N, you hear?” she instructed in a firm but friendly manner as she clasped his fingers in a strong grip. “She’s very dear to all of us, and you don’t want a dozen old ladies knockin’ down your door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Trust me, I know how special my girl is.” His eyes met Y/N’s over Geraldine’s head and she smiled at him warmly. “It was nice to meet you, Geraldine.”

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” she sighed softly, another dirty smile on her lips, pulling her hands back and turning away. Dean was sure he was beet red, and he remained rooted to the spot until the door was closed and he was alone with his Omega.

She turned the lock, making sure the shutters were fully closed, then faced him with her back to the door. “You know,” she started, an amused tone to her voice, “I thought this was gonna be hard for you, being naked and having to stay still.” He waited, sensing she wasn’t done as she stalked towards him. “But it turns out,” she slowed to stop as she reached him, pressing her hands against his chest, then brought her whole body flush with his, “it’s really hard to watch you be naked for that long and not mount you.”

His eyebrows lifted, head dipping to brush the tip of his nose against hers. “Oh?”

“Geraldine’s right though,” she whispered, pushing up on tiptoes to press her lips to his in a brief chaste kiss that made him groan lightly. “You are beautiful.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, lifting his hand to cup her face as he kissed her properly, forcefully enough that he almost made her stumble back before he used his other hand to grab her ass. She arched against him, moaning into his mouth as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and ground into him. “We’re not gonna get disturbed in here, right?”

“Nope,” she hummed, squeaking when he suddenly pushed her back against her desk. She grinned at him, perching herself on the desk and spreading her legs. “Do you really wanna wait until we get home?”

“Uh-uh,” he growled, on her again in the next second, claiming her mouth with hard, deep kisses that left her breathless and trembling. “Want you right now.” His hand dropped, fumbling with the fastening on her slacks, almost tangling himself up with her as she went for his. When she grew too impatient, she pushed him back a little, jumping down to remove her pants, easily slipping them off over her tennis shoes. Dean watched her as she shimmied out of her panties, one hand halfway through unbuckling his belt.

“You need a hand with that?” she teased, and he smirked, quickly unfastening his pants as he went for another kiss, helping her back up onto the desk. His pants dropped, coming to a stop mid-thigh as he spread his legs between hers, pinning her thighs apart. “Fuck, Dean -”

He groaned as he fisted his erection, swiping the blunt head through her folds. “All this for me?” he murmured. “You’re soaked, baby…”

“Quit teasing,” she gasped, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Want you inside me.”

It was a request he wasn’t going to deny, and he sank into her slowly, letting her feel every inch until he was buried deep. She moaned, seeking out another kiss as he held himself there, his hands wandering up underneath her shirt to grope at her tits. Despite her squirming, he didn’t even attempt to thrust, enjoying the feel of her channel getting slicker around him. His name left her lips in a tiny wail, and he grinned, pulling back to witness the lust-drunk look on her face.

“You said you wanted me inside you,” he murmured, “not that you wanted anything else.”

“Gah, you’re an ass,” she whimpered, pouting up at him. “Would you please fuck me?”

He smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The desk squeaked under the force of his first thrust, and she grabbed hold of him, kissing him desperately as he slid his hands around her hips to hold her in place. Her knees lifted, ankles locking behind him, and he used the leverage to fuck into her harder. The desk squeaked again, then shifted, and he paused, giving her a worrying look.

“Get on the floor,” she hissed, pushing him back hard enough that he was forced to withdraw. Y/N hopped down, barely giving him a second to process the request through the fog of arousal before she pounced, pulling him down onto the ground and straddling him. Dean moaned as she rubbed her wet slit against him, feeling her hand wrap around him a second later to guide him back inside her.

She didn’t seem to care that they were in a public setting, though the room was two stories up and had no internal windows for anyone to catch sight of them. It wasn’t a worry that occupied his mind for long as she sat on top of him, rocking her hips in tiny circular motions to enjoy the feel of how deep he was. The sensation was pleasurable, not enough to make him cum, but she was easily getting herself off, something he was always happy to watch.

He groaned when she shuddered, her warm little hands splaying over his belly, pushing his shirt up so she could feel his skin. “Wanna feel your knot,” she whispered, running her hands up to his chest as she leaned down to kiss him.

“You’re gonna need to move a little more than that,” he grunted, gasping when she clenched around him. “That’s cheating.”

She giggled, sitting straight again, moving with a little more vigor. There was no bouncing on the cool hard floor of her classroom, instead, she rocked back and forth, and the pressure on his cock was almost dizzying. Her slick made his thighs slippery, and he felt the burgeoning tightness in his belly, giving him a warning that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You sure you want me to knot you like this?” he panted, hands clutching at her hips.

She smiled and leaned over him, and the angle changed, allowing her to slide up and down his thick shaft without the risk of hurting herself on the tiles. “I want you to knot me like this,” she moaned, moving her lower body a little faster. Dean’s eyes almost crossed, and he tilted his head up, gripping her harder. A repetitive “fuck” left her lips as she kept going, and just when he thought he might crumble in on himself, she slammed down, taking every inch he had to give. His knot popped, and his orgasm washed over him, leaving him tense as she kept writhing on top of him, apparently intent on having him cum as deep as possible.

Every ounce of tension flowed out of him as he finally finished, and Y/N collapsed against his chest, almost purring her contentment. He chuckled, smoothing hair out of her eyes before running his hand down her back.

“I don’t know what I was expecting tonight,” he murmured, “but this pretty much beats out everything I imagined.”

“Hmmm,” she lifted her head, kissing him softly, “maybe I should have you model again sometime.”

Dean grinned. “I’m sure Geraldine would love that.”

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[hellowhisperingstars]

Burnin' Up

Summary: You're an unmated Omega mother with a son, Lucas, who moves into the open house next to Dean, an unmated Alpha. When your heat hits and doesn’t get better, Lucas goes to Dean for help.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Words: 4,017

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heat, knotting, maybe fluff?, poorly written smut. (please be nice, I don't know what I'm doing)

(Gif is not mine)

“We’re here!” You laugh excitedly as you pull the old truck you got from your dad to a stop at the curb in front of your new home. Turning it off you glanced at your son who looked less than impressed as he pulled his headphones from his ears as he blinked at the house. 

“Awesome.” He said looking over at you with a weak smile.

“Oh don’t be like that!” You said gently slapping his arm before you reached into the back seat to grab your purse and opened the car door stepping out into the street. Moving around the u-haul trailer attached to your truck you stood on the sidewalk grinning up at the old house that will hold your’s and your son's future. “Well what do you think? Mom did pretty good right?”

Having stepped out onto the sidewalk with his hands in his hoodie your twelve year old looked up at the run down house. Kicking his feet as he moved so he was standing next to you, he sighed. “Yeah it’s great Mom.”

“At least see the inside of the house and give it a chance before you decide to hate it.” You said with puppy dog eyes at him. “I bought this with my own money. I’m proud of that! A little paint and some fixing up here and there and she’ll be the best house on the block.”

“I just don’t see why we had to move out here. Grams and Pops said they would let us stay for as long as we wanted. It’s better than being in the middle of nowhere Kansas.”

“And deal with my mother trying to set me up with every available Alpha in town? No thank you. This is a new start for us.” You frowned, holding out a key and your purse for him to grab. In a mocking snobbish tone you turned to him. “Who's going to want an unmated Omega with a pup? Hmm?”

Laughing at the bad impression of his grandma he grabbed the items from you and headed towards the house to open up so you could start unpacking. 

“Nobody, that's who.” You muttered under your breath as you unlocked the trailer and started to pull boxes from the back of it, placing them on the sidewalk so your son could grab them. “Lucas, you can explore later! Come grab your boxes!”

“You must be the new neighbor?” A deep voice called out to you, making you turn around. Two very tall, very attractive, very Alpha looking men in flannels walked up to you making you brush your hands on your jeans as you nodded. A light breeze pushed an amazing smell towards you. It smelled like pine, leather, and gunpowder. It was intoxicating.

"Yeah! That's us!" You smiled, shaking your head out of your daze, never having been a shy Omega you held out your hand for a shake. You felt a pulling in your chest but you couldn't place what it was. "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Dean," The shorter of the two said, shaking your hand and a tingle went through you. After a beat he pointed over his shoulder at the taller one, his eyes, his green apple eyes, never leaving you. "This is my brother Sam. I live next door. He lives down the street with his Omega Eileen."

Sam waved with a smile. "You need help getting everything inside?"

"We can handle it." Lucas said coming down the yard and standing in front of you eyeing both of the Alphas up and down. You were positive this kid would be an Alpha when he presented in a few years.

"I'm sorry, this is my son Lucas." You smiled, putting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing them up and down his arms. "Luc, this is Dean and Sam, some of our neighbors."

"Hey kid." Dean said with a grin. 

The little Alpha sized up the two others puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders a bit as he did. “Hi.”

The two men looked at him with impressed expressions. Pretty ballsy for such a little Alpha to stand up two bigger Alphas. 

“Okay, Luc,” You said, looking between them trying to break the tension. “Grab your boxes please and take them inside. I would love the help, thank you.”

Grumbling Lucas grabbed his box and headed into the house. 

“I’m sorry about him. He’s protective.” 

Dean and Sam shrugged it off as they came closer, the pulling sensation getting harder, and picked up boxes in their hands. “Don’t worry about it. I was the same way with our Mom.”

“Happens all the time.” Sam laughed as he followed Lucas inside. 

“Just put them anywhere I’ll figure it out later.” You laughed as you continued to unpack the trailer.

===

Two hours later the trailer was empty and everything you and Lucas owned was in the house. Sam and Dean helped arrange the living room furniture like you wanted it and with a sigh and a smile you nodded hands on your hips. “Thank you so much guys!”

“No problem,” Dean grinned, dusting his hands off. 

“Glad we can help.” Sam smiled as he looked at his watch. “I gotta go, Eileen’s going to be home from work soon. It was nice meeting you Y/N, Lucas.” 

“See ya later Sammy.” Dean said, waving to his brother as he walked out the door. “We’ll watch the game on Sunday, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam called back with a wave. 

“Mom, I'm hungry.” Lucas sighed as he came out of his room looking at his phone. 

“I was going to get pizza after I dropped the trailer off.” You said looking at your son and then at Dean. “Care to join us? It’s the least I can do with you helping us move in and all.”

“Uh, sure.” Dean said laughing scratching the back of his neck. “Never turn down free food.”

“Why don’t you two get cleaned up and relax for a bit and I will be back in an hour or so with the pizza.” 

“I’ll come with you. Some people around here are pretty old fashioned and don’t really acknowledge Omega’s without Alphas. I don’t want anyone to be rude to you on your first day in town.”

“Why can’t you just call in the pizza?” Lucas said looking between you and Dean, his protective nature coming back into play.

Smiling, you walked over to Lucas and kissed his forehead before grabbing your purse from the coffee table secretly pleased that Dean offered to come with. You felt that pulling again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be back soon and we can eat. You want to come with or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here. Don’t forget pepperoni with jala-”

“With jalapenos, I know. Lock the door behind us.” Gesturing to the door you smiled at Dean. “After you.”

Together the two of you left the house and you stopped to listen for the door to lock but it didn’t happen. “I mean it pup, lock the door!”

The locked slide into place with an audible groan. Shaking your head you rolled your eyes and walked down the little step towards Dean who was waiting at your truck. “Boys.”

“He always like that?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you unlocked the truck and got in. “Been like that since he could walk. He’s smart, but he’s stubborn.” Turning on the truck you mumbled under your breath. “Just like his dad.”

Dean looked over at you as you pulled away from the house. “Where is his dad if you don’t mind me asking? We don't see many single Omegas with pups around here.”

Scrunching up your nose you sighed as you drove. “He was a knot and walk kinda guy.”

“Ah, so a deadbeat Alpha.” 

“Pretty much yeah.”

“Is that why you moved out here?”

“No. I wanted a place of my own with Lucas away from my family and their annoying pack dynamic bullshit. I also just thought we needed a change of scenery in general. Small town life doesn’t seem so bad.” You shrugged, smiling at Dean.

Dean smiled back at you as you pulled up into the u-haul parking lot a few blocks over from your new home. He realized he loved your smile. All day all he wanted to do was get you to smile, make you laugh, make you moan his name.  Closing his eyes he bit his lip trying so hard to keep his cool. He felt like a pup again ready to pop a knot at a stiff breeze. It was easier to handle before you were in a small space together but now all he wanted was to listen to this pulling and touch you. 

“Let’s get this shit show on the road.” You said as you got out which knocked him out of his thought process.

Once you were out of the car Dean took a deep breath to try to calm himself but all he got was a good whiff of your scent. You smelled like apple pie, old whiskey, and some kind of flower he couldn't place. Wiping his hand down his face he groaned. You were definitely going to be a problem for him.

===

6 months later

You had grown closer to the handsome Alpha next door. He helped you and Lucas any chance he got, coming over for dinners, coffee, just to talk, he had worked on your truck when it died on you last week and he even helped you paint and fix up things in your home so it looked almost like new now. 

Lucas seemed to have warmed up to the Winchester boys. He wasn't so defensive or protective around them anymore. He really seemed to bond with Dean and there were days you would come home from work to find them throwing a football in the yard. It was great to see him so happy with an Alpha there to teach him things.

Sam and Eileen also became some of your best friends. The five of you would have bbqs on the weekends just to hang out and Sam even helped Lucas with homework when he had questions. Overall life was nice and easy for you here. You felt like things were going to be okay.

“Fuck.” A cramp rolled through you making you bend at your waist holding onto your truck. You muttered to yourself as you took a deep breath and stood back up. The suppressants you’ve been taking weren't working anymore. Pushing off your car you headed towards your home not wanting to be out in public when your heat hit you like a ton of bricks.

“You okay there Y/N?”

Looking up over your shoulder you saw Dean standing on his driveway wiping his hands on a rag, looks like he has been working on his car, but now his attention is on you. He could probably smell your heat on you. His eyes looked just slightly darker even from this distance.

Waving you nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.”

“If you need help tonight,” Dean said, getting closer. You had helped him with a rut recently and he was all too happy to return the favor. “You know where to find me.”

“I do. Thank you,” You groaned as you clutched your stomach as he got closer, the breeze throwing his scent at you making slick start to wet your panties. “But I got this.”

It was so hard to fight the need for him, his strong Alphas cent calling to you. That pulling demanded his attention. But you couldn’t bring an alpha into the house right now, not when Lucas was home. You didn’t want him to hear you getting knotted over and over. You couldn’t do that to your pup. Your hands shook as you made your way into your house holding the door for dear life as it swung open and you closed it, locking it tight behind you.

“Lucas,” You whined as you slid down the door. 

“Mom?” Lucas ran into the room from the kitchen table where he was doing his homework. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“My suppressants aren’t working. Can you get me some pain pills please?” You cried, grabbing your stomach as heat burned through you. “I’m going to my room.”

Helping you stand, Lucas walked you into your room letting you crawl onto the bed before he took the heeled boots off your feet and ran into the bathroom to get your pain meds and a glass of water from the tap. “Here Mom.”

“Thank you pup.” You grabbed the pills and the glass and downed the little tablets with the water before putting the cup on your nightstand. Laying back on the pillows you curled into a ball holding your hand out for Lucas to come closer. Placing your hand on his cheek you looked him in the eyes. “It’s going to be hard for a few days. If you need help with anything ask Dean okay?”

Nodding, Lucas looked at you with a worried gaze. “Should I get Dean now? He’s an Alpha. He can help you.”

“No, no baby.” Shaking your head you took a deep breath. “I can handle this. Just be careful okay? Do not open the door for anyone but Dean or Sam.”

“Okay,” Lucas said, biting his lip. “Is there anything I can do?”

Shaking your head you cringed as another cramp hit you. You had to be strong for your pup until he was out of the room then you could break down. “No. I’ll be okay. Just leave me be for a few days okay?”

Kissing your heated cheek Lucas backed away from you as you cramped again and once he was out in the hall he closed the door leaving you to deal with your heat alone.

===

It's been a full two days and your heat hasn't settled. You buried your face into your pillow letting out a groan of pain. You were burning up, slick coated your thighs as the toy you were using lay useless between your legs. You had shed your clothes days ago only covering yourself when Lucas came in to give you water or try to get you to eat but you sent him away quickly. You didn't want your son to see you like this. Breathing felt difficult and your head was swimming from the fever.

A knock on your door made you groan as you pulled the covers over you. “I’m okay Luc. Just go away please.”

“It’s not Lucas.” The deep voice called back as the door opened a crack and the scent of Alpha pushed through your cloudy mind. "Fuck Omega I could smell you from the driveway."

Moaning in pain you curled in on yourself as you closed your eyes. “Fuck. You shouldn’t be here Dean.”

“Lucas came to get me,” He groaned, coming in and closing the door behind him toeing off his boots and socks. “He’s worried about you. Says your heat isn’t going away. I'm worried too. Let me help you, Omega.”

"No, I'm okay." You said, shaking your head. "I can get through this on my own. Dean please. Just leave."

"But you're not okay." Dean growled. "You helped me with my rut. Let me help you with your heat."

Biting your lip you stared at him through lidded eyes for a moment, after a pain filled beat you nodded reaching out for him. “Okay Alpha, please I need you. Need your knot.”

“I’m here ‘mega,” He said, striding over to your bed and pushing your hair out of your face. “You’re burnin’ up. Gotta cool you down.”

“Please it hurts,” You whined, shaking your head, pulling at his shirt and closing your eyes tightly. “Fuck me, Dean.”

“I gotcha,” He said, pulling his shirt over his head before unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down his boxers with them. “Gonna take good care of ya.”

Your heated hand ran down his chest and he hissed at the burning feel of it as he pulled the blanket away from your body. Grabbing your discarded toy he tossed it on the floor. The smell of your heat and the slick on your thighs made him harder than he’s ever been. Running his hands down your thighs, your back arched at his touch as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to move in slow circles. Speeding up as you cried for more. 

"So wet for me." He said removing his thumb from your nub too pushed two into your pussy curling them against your walls searching for your g-spot as he thrusts in and out of you slick going everywhere as he moves. "Such a sloppy little Omega."

"Dean, Alpha!" You cried, throwing your head back onto your pillows. Your toy never even came close to making you feel this good. You cried out as he brought you to a quick orgasm with his fingers. White flashing behind your eyelids for a moment. Breathing hard you looked up at him with a small smile. 

"That's it, Y/N. Good girl. Such a good little Omega." He said as continued to thrust his fingers letting you ride that high before slowly bringing you back. 

"Alpha, please, need your knot. Need you." His fingers were amazing but you needed his cock.

"You're gonna get my knot, don't worry beautiful." You whined at the empty feeling as he pulled his hand from you. You watched as he slipped his two fingers into his mouth sucking the slick and taste of you off them making you groan loudly at the sight. "You taste so good, baby. Gonna make you feel better. Present Omega." 

Eagerly, you rolled onto your stomach lifting yourself up on shaky limbs and looked over your shoulder at him. He was stroking himself as he settled onto the bed behind you. "Fuck me. Please Alpha."

"Impatient little thing." He growled, slapping his hand on your ass, making you cry out in pleasure pain as he placed his cock at your entrance. Time for play was over he needed to give you a knot and then into a cool bath to get that fever down. Grabbed your hips as he thrust into you harshly, his hips pistoning against you as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. 

"Oh god Alpha!" You cried, your arms giving out as your chest landed on your bed. You clenched around him tightly as he moved at a bruising pace. The coil in your stomach tightening again as you moaned into the mattress. 

"I gotcha Omega. God you feel so good on my cock. So tight." Dean said, leaning over you and kissing your back, his hips never faltering from his brutal thrusts. He was so wound up from just the smell of your heat and the noises you made he already felt his knot start to swell. He wasn't going to last very long this round. The feel of it catching on your entrance made you both moan in pleasure. Reaching his hand around you his fingers found your clit and started to rub you quickly. "Want you to come with me 'mega."

"Fuck, Alpha!" You cried into the mattress as you clenched down on him again. Your walls fluttered around him as the coil snapped your second orgasm crashing through you. 

"Shit Y/N!" Dean cried as his knot popped when he thrusted into you as came. Locking you two together as he shot rope after rope of come into you painting the walls with his seed. "Fuck!"

Together you breathed harshly into the darkened room as you both came down from your highs. You felt the weight of him on your back as he leaned forward his forehead between your shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around your waist he laid you both in a comfortable position on your bed, your back to his chest. Giving you small kisses and nips across your shoulder. "How you feeling Omega?"

Sighing you closed your eyes feeling more yourself. You could still feel the heat simmering inside you but you felt like you could breathe again. "Better, I think. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dean muttered his thumb brushing your skin where it sat on your stomach. "That was the worst heat I've ever seen. Are they always this bad?"

"No," You shake your head. "I haven't had one in a while though. I've been taking suppressants."

"For how long?"

"A few years off and on since I had Lucas. I just didn't want to deal with it and raise a pup on my own. I didn't think it would be this bad."

"You could have died. If you keep suppressing them it's just going to get worse and it's going to kill you. You can't do that to the kid."

"Shit Lucas!" You gasped realizing you didn't know where he was, jumping a bit before crying out when Dean's knot pulled, your head still swimming from the fever and orgasms. God had he heard everything?!

"Christ Y/N!" Dean snapped before pulling you back and nipping at your neck as a reminder not to move yet. "He's fine. He's at my place with Sam and Eileen. Probably watching some dopey horror movie with a full belly, they would never let a pup starve." 

Sighing in relief you leaned back into him. "I've been such a bad mom. My heat hit and I couldn't take care of him."

"Don't say that." Dean said playing with your hair to calm you. "You're a great mom. He did alright the last few days I checked up on him, so did Sam. He was just worried about you. You raised a good kid, you know. He came right over when he knew you were in trouble."

Nodding you closed your eyes again, a small proud smile on your lips as you leaned into him listening to Dean's heart beat as he held you. Soon his knot returned to normal and you were able to separate. 

"Let's get you into a cold bath. I can still feel your fever." 

You yawned but let him move the two of you into the bathroom. His arms around you feel strong and safe. Nuzzling into him you closed your eyes. "So you felt it?"

Setting you on the counter he turned to your tub and plugged it before he turned the faucet on letting it run at a good cool temperature for you before he turned around and walked between your thighs to hold your waist. "That pull between me and you? Yeah, I feel it. Do you?"

"Since the day we met," You nodded, letting your arms run up to his shoulders and around his neck as you bury your face in his skin leaving little nips and kisses. "You smell so good, Alpha."

Dean chuckled and kissed the top of your head picking you up so he was holding your thighs in his hands. "So do you, like all my favorite things." 

Wrapping your legs around his waist you looked over at the filling tub and sighed a little knowing this was going to suck. But you dealt with it as Dean placed you into the cold bath kneeling naked beside it and turned the faucet off once you were in. You yelped and tried to climb out. "Fuck its freezing!"

"Shhhh," Dean soothed as he pushed you back into the tub gently, running his hand up and down your back dipping his hand in and collecting water to run it down your back as he settled you into the water. "It's just the fever, it's not that cold. Just gotta bring this fever down then I'm gonna knot you over and over until you can't take it Omega."

You practically purred at his words. The promise of his knot making you wet as he ran his cold hand down your heated skin. Glancing at him through your lashes you smiled. "Can't wait Alpha."

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[holylulusworld]

Wrong scent (2)

Summary: You’re beta and Dean is scared of hurting you. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta!Reader

Characters: Rowena

Warnings: angst, mentions of rejection, a/b/o, scenting

<< Part 1

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“You’ve got the be shitting me! Y/N, you cannot trust that woman,” Dean follows you again. He grunts and mutters as you make your way toward your room. “Wait! I said wait!”

“Don’t yell at me, Winchester,” you turn around to glare at the angry hunter. “No one has the right to yell at me. You’re not my father!”

“I mean it well, sweetheart! Why do you want to become omega? You’re perfect the way you are!”

“Oh?” cocking your head you look Dean up and down. “And why do you want anyone else but me, huh? If I’m perfect the way I am, why did you reject me when I told you how I feel?”

“Because, I’m an alpha and relationships among betas and alphas never work out. I mean,” he sighs deeply and runs one hand down his face. “Look, I hate this too…”

“I got a few friends choosing a beta over an omega!” you retort.

“It can work out. Yes—at least for a while. But sooner than later an alpha needs an omega. You know that. Biology sucks. We hate it. All of us. I just can’t deny that once a month my rut turns me into an aggressive beast. During that time, I only want to mate, fuck and knot…”

“I—” you whimper at the way Dean talks about being an alpha. You swallow thickly and feel your panties dampen. “I could help you.”

It’s all you ever wanted; to be there for Dean in any way.

“No!” Dean throws his hands up. “That’s impossible. I’ll hurt you, sweetheart,” he grabs your arms gently. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I get older and this makes me even more aggressive during my rut.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“I cannot control my alpha, Y/N,” he tries to make you see that you can’t be around him during his rut. “I just can’t hurt you. I leave the bunker to find a rut motel to get away from you. If I won’t leave, I’ll mate you and…this will end up bad…”

“Maybe I can take your knot,” you sniff. “We could try…”

“Y/N,” Dean murmurs. “We can’t…I can’t…”

He pecks your temple, lips lingering for a moment before he steps away from you as if he got burned.

“You don’t even want to try. How can you get mad as I smell like Sam only to—,” you shake your head. “I’m not enough for you. Alphas only want an omega. We could’ve had it all…”

You storm off this time, not looking back as you make your way toward your room.

Three weeks later, …

“Enough! I told you,” Dean aims his gun filled with witch-killing bullets at Rowena, “if Y/N comes to you, asking for a spell to turn her into an omega, you’ll send her away.”

“That’s not how this works, you know,” Rowena chuckles at Dean’s pissed expression. “Y/N's heart desires something more than you offer to her. Her heart, soul, and mind live the life of an omega. Only her body refuses to join them.”

“Stop talking in tongues, witch!”

“You don’t get it, hunter boy, don’t you?” she smirks darkly, and her eyes twinkle. “Y/N believes she’s your true mate or soul mate if you want to call it that. She will not give up until you give her a little love.”

“I-” the hunter starts to pace the room while tapping the gun to his temple. “What if I become beta?”

Rowena furrows her brows. “You can’t be serious. If you give up your presentation, you’ll lose your strength and abilities too. You won’t be able to continue hunting.”

He drops his gaze. “I can’t let her give up her presentation for me. I’m not worth it. I’ll only get her hurt or killed.”

“Aw, Dean Winchester wants to sacrifice himself once again,” she sighs deeply. “What’s with you Winchesters that you willing risk your lives so easily. Do you honestly want to become a beta?”

“No, but-“ he shrugs. “I can’t let Y/N risk her life. I owe her that much.”

“Gosh, Winchester, can you not admit that you love that girl? Is it so hard to just go to her and kiss the girl? Why change your whole presentation?”

“Can you help me or not?”

“I want you to tell me the truth first. Say it, Winchester,” Rowena presses on. “Say those three words!”

“Fine! I love her!” he yells now. “Satisfied? Do you want me to write a poem on a valentine’s card? I love her so much that I’m willing to change my whole life!” Dean bites back.

“Such a sweet confession. What a pity it’s already too late,” Rowena sighs deeply. “You should go upstairs and check on her.”

“What did you do?”

“What Y/N asked me to do, hunter boy,” the witch replies. “Go upstairs and tell Y/N what you told me.”

“I-I…”

“Dean?” his head immediately snaps toward you when you whisper his name. “You wanted to become beta for me?” you softy ask.

“Y/N. Sweetheart,” he closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms. “Please don’t let that witch turn you into an omega. She’ll hurt you.”

“I’m sorry,” you hide your face in his chest and start crying. “I…it’s too late. Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I could never be mad at you,” Dean mumbles. He sniffs at your hair to calm down, but something is wrong. His chest vibrates and a purr pulls from his throat. “Y/N, what did you do?”

He pants heavily and his eyes are dilated when he pulls away to look at you.

“Dean?”

“Sonofabitch,” he growls low in his throat. “You smell so different. Like my Baby and pie…and your pussy.”

“Dean,” you gasp as the alpha pounces on you. “Oh fuck. You smell good…very good.”

“Rowena!” he paws at your body while struggling to keep his alpha under control. “You need to help her. If not…I’ll lose control.”

“Alpha.”

You tug at his clothing. “You need to stop. I can’t hold myself back for much longer.”

“I don’t care.”

While Dean fights his instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss.

“Omega.”

“Young love,” Rowena coos. She watches you and Dean for a moment before leaving the room. “I’ll call your brother to tell him to pick you up…after…”

>> Part 3

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[dropofbittersea]

Thrift shops are not for the poor, they are for the very poor and desperate. Who would want pre-owned clothes that smell like someone else, that no matter how many times you wash them, they never lose the original owner's scent? Someone who doesn’t have any other options, someone like Castiel.

However, one day, in the lead-up to Christmas, he catches the scent of an alpha (who smells exactly like apple pie) on a $3 second-hand trench coat, that makes him do stupid things.

In a world where alphas are given all the advantages of life, there aren’t many options for omegas. It is either find an alpha to support you or live a life well below the poverty line. Castiel had chosen the second option. It seemed noble at first, but after a decade on his own, life continues to wear him down.

All that changes when he meets the jacket's original owner (and promptly throws up on him), causing him to rethink his decision.

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[zepskies]

Fic Recs, Anyone?

So, I'm finding myself very intrigued by the wondrous world of A/B/O dynamics.

Can anyone recommend me some Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader stories? One-shots or series, whatever you want to recommend! 😘

(Maybe I'll write one in the future. 🤔)

#fic recs anyone? #ABO dynamics #alpha!dean #alpha dean x omega reader #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean x reader #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #help a girl out #zepskies asks

[diminuel]

Cozy ;w;

Chapter 6 illustration for @casblackfeathers fic "The Stars Will Remember"

#Supernatural #Destiel #Dean Winchester #Castiel #omega!Cas #alpha!Dean #Fanart

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Ranger Masterlist

Summary: The reader's isolated cabin getaway takes a turn when her heat hits unexpectedly. Things turn dangerous fast but thankfully a local forest ranger, Dean, is able to get her the help she needs. Only that help includes a claiming bite the reader didn't ask for and her new true mate Alpha is keeping her at arms length. He's on a strange medication he shouldn't be and things aren't adding up. So why the hell exactly is her Alpha?...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 14,500ish

Warnings: language, life threatening situation, mentions of murder/manipulation, angst, smut, betrayal

A/N: This series is complete!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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#spn #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #alpha!dean #alpha!dean x omega!reader

[kittenofdoomage]

Privacy

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

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

Prompt: celebrating their new home by christening the bedroom

Word Count: 634

Warnings: A/B/O, knotting, scenting

It didn’t take long after the door had closed behind Sam for Dean to tug you up the stairs. His intention was clear, though you had some minor concerns. “There aren’t even any sheets on the bed,” you protested in a giggle. “And there are boxes everywhere -”

“Don’t care,” Dean grunted, pulling you into a kiss when you reached the landing. “Place smells like everyone else. Need to make it smell like you.”

You hummed as he lowered his mouth to suck at the raised mark on your throat. “You’re too impatient,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Hell yeah I am.”

His hand was tugging you along again, both of you stumbling into the master bedroom towards the unmade bed. Your clothes came off along the way in a none-too-graceful manner and when you reached the bed, Dean twisted you in his hold, forcing you down underneath him. You panted his name, sliding your fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to your breasts, teasing each nipple into a hard peak. When you wiggled underneath him, lifting your hips to encourage him, he chuckled, pausing to look up at you.

“Now who’s impatient?” he scolded, reaching down to grab your ass.

“You got me all worked up,” you replied, batting your eyelashes. “Tease.”

“I’ll show you tease,” he growled back, shifting to line his cock up with your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick. “You want my knot, baby?” You whined and arched, nodding as he kept tormenting you, barely granting you so much as an inch of penetration. “Okay.”

He moved swiftly, pulling away to roll you onto your belly, quickly pressing back in and filling you with one thrust. You squealed in surprise, clenching reflexively and panting as he curled around you, trapping you in the confines of his arms.

“That better?”

“Much,” you breathed, squirming against him. “Please fuck me.”

Dean groaned, granting your request. Moving slowly, he drew his hips back until he was almost free of your warmth, sliding back in to the satisfying sound of your whimpers. Your body accepted him without resistance, and within a few strokes, you were rocking back to meet him, urging him deeper and deeper on each thrust.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he groaned, panting right against the shell of your ear. “Been thinking about how I’m gonna knot you in every room in this house.”

You could already feel the ache in your thighs, so you hoped his plan would involve a good night’s sleep first, but you didn’t say anything, moaning wantonly as he continued to fuck into you, pushing you higher until you were hovering on the edge of orgasm. Your body trembled, tightening around him, and he slipped one hand between your thighs to find your clit, rubbing it with two hard fingers.

“Cum on my cock, ‘mega,” he exhaled, “wanna feel you drench me.”

All you could do was whine, shuddering as you felt his knot starting to thicken, catching on the rim of your pussy with each thrust. He picked up speed, fucking into you with sharp snaps of his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating around the undecorated room. As his knot popped and you felt the first spurts of warmth inside, you cried out, pressing back against him to feel him cum as deep as possible.

Everything was quiet for a moment, and your own heartbeat filled your ears as you let your eyes fall shut. Dean was still curled around you, locked inside your body, one hand laying across your belly.

After a few moments, he hummed happily against your throat. “It’s nice to have some privacy,” he whispered. “Just us two for a while.”

You grinned, covering the hand that rested on your stomach. “Only a little while.”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #sinful sunday #alpha!dean #omega!reader #a/b/o #drabble #fanfiction #spn #supernatural fanfic

[crashdevlin]

Forbidden Fruit 1- Just Helping Out

Author’s Note: This is part one of Forbidden Fruit. It is a high-school set, adopted sister Wincest, non-Supernatural, a/b/o series. This is brand new, never been posted (not even to my patreon). There was an Omegaverse week over on @spnkinkevents and there was a prompt of Heat/Rut which I think this will fit pretty well.

Summary: When John and Mary Winchester adopted Y/n into their family, Dean never imagined he'd grow to think of her as anything other than a nuisance. Imagine his surprise when his sister becomes the single most important person in his life.

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Michael x Reader

Word count: 3342

Story Warnings: sister wincest, alpha!Dean, alpha!Michael, omega!reader, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, masturbation, phone sex,

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Dean Winchester stepped out of his car and slung his backpack over his shoulder, long bowed legs carrying him toward the last building in town he wanted to be in. His brother followed at a slower pace. His friend, Richie, approached him as soon as he entered the school, looking around pointedly.

"Where's your hot sister this morning?"

Dean rolled his eyes. He was more than tired of his friends trying to get with Y/n. Just like he was tired of reinforcing that she was adopted. "Fuck if I know, man. She was sick or something this morning. Mom told me and Sammy to head out without her."

"Sick, huh? She ain't pregnant, is she?" Richie asked. He always took it to a sexual place.

Dean scoffed. "Be real hard 'less it's the second coming of Christ, man. She's a virgin."

"You sure? 'Cause word around the locker room is-"

"You finish that sentence and I'm gonna rip your fuckin' lungs out. That's my sister and she is not a topic for your locker room bullshit," Dean growled. He knew there was no way the rumors might have substance but the very idea that Y/n let some guy touch her made his alpha show itself.

"No, no, man. Not me! I would never disrespect you and yours like that, but...I mean, Mike...Cas' big brother...he was sayin'..."

All anger flowed out of him. "They went to one movie and I escorted them. Nothing happened. He's a lying piece of shit."

"Maybe...but he's telling everybody that he nailed her so…"

"I'll deal with it."

Dean wasn’t sure how he'd deal with it, but he knew he would. There was no way he would let everyone think his sister was a ho.

"Well, don't hurt Mr. President too much. You don't want to get arrested."

"I'm not gonna hurt him," Dean argued. "Well, I might, but if I say that then it's premeditation and I don't have the 'crime of passion' thing to fall back on." He scoffed as the bell rang through the PA system. "See you in English, Richie."

"She wouldn't want you to fight with him. She likes him," Sam said, walking up to his brother as Richie rushed down the hall.

"She doesn't like liars and she doesn't deserve to have him spreading rumors like that about her."

"Then let her deal with it."

"She's not here today, is she?"

"And you gotta deal with it today?"

Dean turned on his little brother and let out a growl. "The longer he's out here spreading this shit with no pushback and no one defending her, the longer it has to take hold and the more people are gonna believe it. I am not going to let that happen."

Sam sighed, his hair swinging as he shook his head. "When she gets upset and cries about you beating up her boyfriend, I'm not gonna hold back the 'I told you so'."

"He ain't her boyfriend!" Dean called before heading into his homeroom. He threw his body down into his desk and rested his head against his fist.

He never would have thought he would end up so protective of Y/n. He hated that girl when his parents decided to foster her. They put a seven-year-old boy who only ever had a little brother with a brand new six-year-old 'sister', they were naive to not expect some pushback. She was living with them for almost a year before he called her anything other than 'Foster' and he remembered making every single thing a fight even after they decided to adopt her and make her his sister. He was an unbelievable ass to her and that still showed up sometimes.

But despite the genetics, despite the rocky start, Y/n was his sister. Y/n was his little sister and he was not about to let the student council president get away with telling everyone that she gave her virginity up to a piece of shit like him. Fuck Michael Novak.

Four other people mentioned "the rumors" before lunch. By the time he saw the tall green-eyed teen across the cafeteria, Dean was seething. He was laughing with a group of other wealthy, popular seniors and Dean was itching to hit the smile right off his face. At least it wouldn't be an unfair fight. Michael was the same age, same height, same build, and both were alphas. In a lot of ways, Michael Novak was just like Dean Winchester, so much so that people sometimes mistook them for each other in the halls during hotter months when Dean only wore t-shirts instead of his many layers of plaid and leather.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to get some from my sister when I was with you the whole damn night?" Dean asked without preface and definitely without tact as he walked up to the group.

The group collectively blanched before turning to the gruff boy. Michael's blank green eyes found Dean's rage-filled ones. "What are you going on about, Dean?"

"You been tellin' everybody that you had sex with my sister and I'm just wondering exactly how that could have happened when I was with you the whole date. I picked your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass up. I drove you to the theater. I sat next to her in the movie. I drove your lame, Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing ass home. When did you put her ankles behind her ears and make her see God?"

Michael looked caught for a moment, obviously unsure what to say. "You weren't around the whole night," he responded, eventually. "She and I were alone while you went to the anime store in the mall."

Dean nodded, angrily. There was a short gap where he let them out of his sight but… "I was gone for ten minutes. I just needed to grab the new Twilight Princess manga. My baby didn't smell like sex when I got back in and you really think anyone's gonna believe you talked Y/n out of her virginity in the backseat of my car in ten minutes? Also, dude, if you're only giving girls ten minutes of time, you're doing sex wrong. Have you ever had sex?"

Michael obviously took offense to the question, eyes going wide. "More than you, I'm sure, you...white trash, thrift store-shopping, piece of-"

"Well, you're wrong there. I steal my clothes and if you think I'm trash, what do you really think about Y/n?"

"I think she's been trying to get me to knot her for months and she would have been easy if you hadn't been a constant presence during the date!"

"Did you just call my sister 'easy'?! And like hell, she's been tryin' to get your dinky little dick!" Dean's fist clenched and he moved to step closer, but his phone vibrating in his pocket stopped him. He growled as he pulled it out, softening a little at his mom's contact pic on the screen. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Hey, I need you to take Sam over to Bobby's after school. You boys and your father are going to be staying there for a few days."

"Wait, wha--Why? What's goin' on?"

"Because Y/n's becoming a woman and having two alphas in the house when an omega is going through her first heat would make everything harder and Sam is going to want to be with you wherever you are so...meet your dad at Bobby's, we'll see you in a few days, okay?"

"Y-yeah." Dean turned away from Michael and his friends, phone pressed to his ear. His cheeks went hot as he heard Y/n moan in the background. "Is she...she okay?"

"She'll be fine. First one's the worst one. You remember your first rut, how you wanted to fight everyone and went through half a bottle of lotion?"

"Com'on, Mom," he groaned.

Mary laughed. "I'll take care of her. We'll see you when she's on the other side."

"Yes, ma'am. See ya then." He sighed before pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Stop lying about my sister, you dickbag...and lose her number because no way is she going out with you again," Dean called over his shoulder as he walked away. Y/n was under enough stress. She didn't need to come back to school to find out that Dean got in a fist fight with Michael over her.

"You didn't hurt him?" Richie couldn't believe he just witnessed Dean walk away from an opportunity to defend Y/n's honor. "Who was on that call, man?"

"My mom. I'm not gonna…not gonna hurt him. I called him out, his friends know he lied, and I'm never gonna let Y/n go out with him again so…" He shrugged and sat on the table, boots resting on the seat. "He really said she'd'a been easy if I hadn’t been on the date, blockin' him. He obviously doesn't know anything about her."

"You let that slide?! 'Cause your mommy called you?"

"Richie," Dean started, licking his lips. He had a hundred things he wanted to say to his friend, but his mind kept replaying the moan he heard in the background of his conversation with his mother. He adjusted how he was sitting as he started to get hard. "Shut up."

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"So, we gotta sleep at Bobby's until Y/n's feeling better?" Sam asked from the passenger seat of Dean's Impala.

"Yeah. Dad brought clothes over for us and we're gonna be sleeping on the couches. Dad gets the guest bed, of course."

"How long does an omega stay in heat?"

Dean looked over at Sam for a second before looking back to the road. "Aren't you takin' sex ed? Isn't there a whole section in that book about gender presentation?"

"It's all vague. 'One to five days'. That's not helpful. Come on. You know stuff. Cassie was an omega, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Yeah, Cassie was an omega...and her heats lasted three. Mom's last two. So...we'll probably have to stay at Bobby's 'til Saturday."

"Thank you. Was that so hard, jerk?"

"Harder than you think," Dean said, shifting on the bench seat. Just thinking about Y/n in heat gave him a hard on...which was wrong. So wrong. That's his sister.

Bobby's front door opened and Ellen stepped out. "Hey, boys. Jo Beth and I put pillows an' blankets out on the couch and loveseat and y'all can do your homework in the library. Bobby and yer dad'll be back from the body shop at 6 so you got plenty'a time to get that stuff finished before dinner. Fried chicken. Come on in." The Winchesters followed the brunette woman inside. "As always-" she started as soon as Dean walked in.

"'Hands off Jo'. Yes, ma'am," Dean finished for her.

"Good," she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Get caught playing doctor once, ten years ago...never let us live it down," Dean grumbled under his breath as he tossed his backpack through the open doorway into the library.

"She'll get over it one day," Jo said, walking up to pick Dean's bag up.

"Not fucking likely. But it doesn't matter, does it?" Dean chuckled as he slid the door closed and sat at Bobby's desk. "Her threats didn't actually stop us."

"Hush yer mouth," Jo whispered, furiously. "Momma would kill us!"

"She'd kill Dean." Sam flopped down on the loveseat and dropped his backpack to his feet. "No big loss."

"Yeah, shut up, you little bitch."

"Are you going to do your work or just-" Sam cut himself off when Dean put his feet up on Bobby's desk and pulled out a comic book from his bag. "Right." Sam rolled his eyes.

"I don't need to do the homework to pass the tests and all my teachers know that shit, man. They don't fuck with me about it."

Sam just rolled his eyes again.

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Dean's phone ringing on the floor beside the couch woke him at a little after midnight. He was barely awake enough to recognize Y/n's contact picture before he had answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Dean?" Her whisper through the phone made him sit up, more awake.

"Yeah? You okay?" he whispered back to keep Sam from waking.

"Mom told you?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like this," she whined and Dean was struck with the desire to go home and comfort her. "I've never been so…"

"Horny?" Dean guessed.

"I was going for 'uncomfortable' but...yeah," she admitted. Dean swallowed thickly and licked his lips as blood rushed southward. He felt a little bad about getting hard over his little sister's first heat, but it wasn’t something he could control. "I don't know what to do. I just wanna...make it go away."

"O-only thing that would m-make it stop for a few hours would be...an alpha, but, um...you can...you know...and that'll...take some of the edge off."

"I can't," she squeaked.

"Can't...what, masturbate? It's totally natural and okay to-"

"No, I just...maybe I'm too stupid or I'm doing it wrong but it...I've tried before and it d-doesn't work."

Dean's face went hot as his dick twitched. "Um...you could--you aren't stupid, you just don't--um, I could send you a few videos from Pornhub and-"

"I can't watch those kinds of things!"

"Don't be such a prude," he snapped before sighing. "Sorry. That was rude. I'm an ass."

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I'm just...I'm not eighteen yet. I really shouldn't look at those videos."

"Right, well…" An idea came to his head and it left his mouth before he could realize how wrong the idea was. "I've seen a lot of those videos. Maybe I could help you."

There was silence on her side for a minute and Dean almost laughed it off and pretended it was a joke until he heard, "You could do that?" Her voice was so small and hopeful that he couldn't call it a joke.

"Y-yeah. I could do that...for you."

"And that’s...okay? It's not-"

"I'm your big brother. If I can help make this a little more bearable for you...I should. So, uh." Dean shot a look at Sam's sleeping form and got up to tip-toe into the bathroom at the foot of the stairs. "You in bed?"

"Yeah," she said on a breath.

"Okay, so...I guess, just get comfortable and, um, close your eyes."

"Okay."

"And just get a clear picture in your head of somebody that you'd wanna touch you. It's better if you can imagine someone...when you can think about their voice and how they might look when they're hovering over you...looking down at you...runnin' their hands down your body like you're about to be doing."

"So, I should run my hands down my body?"

"Did you come up with someone to imagine?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, now, imagine that guy and let your hands drift until you find a place that feels good. Imagine him kissing your neck and telling you how fucking pretty you are." A sharp gasp from Y/n made Dean's dick twitch and he reached down to run his hand across the front of his pajama pants. "Some girls really like their nipples being played with. Some like tugging and pinching real hard, but others like it to be all light like a feather touch. So you should-"

"Oh my god!" she whispered through a moan and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from moaning himself...and to keep from asking how she likes her nipples played with.

"Now, um, put your hand in your underwear, whichever hand feels better...usually dominant hand, but sometimes that left hand is just a bit different and that can be fun." He wrapped his fingers around his erection through his pants and tried to control himself. "Keep your other hand playing with your nipples and don't just go straight for it. Tease yourself before you get the fingers going."

"T-tease what? My…"

"You need to play with your clit, baby," he said, cursing himself for calling her that before squeezing his erection and moving on. "Gentle pressure, circular motions...when you-"

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" Hearing her curse was too much. His goody-two-shoes, Student Council Vice President, church choir soloist little sister was playing with her clit and moaning for him. It was so wrong...and a-fucking-mazing. He reached into his pants and boxers and pulled out his cock, sweeping his thumb over the head. "It feels so good."

"If you're...if you think you're wet enough, you can slip your middle finger in-inside you and...just kinda feel around. Don't thrust, just press your fingertip into your pussy." His hand started moving slowly down his erection and back to the tip. "Gotta find the spots you're gonna be aimin' for when you start thrusting."

"How do you know-"

"Dirty movies, nasty mangas, and some hands-on experience. Now...fuck...um, take as long as you want with the teasing, ya know. There's no such thing as too much foreplay, even when you're playing with yourself."

He started tugging at his cock as he listened to her breathing heavily. Something in the rhythm of her breaths told him she had found her pace and started fingering herself. "How's that workin' for you, baby sis?" He needed to hear her voice. He needed to know what she sounded like all wrecked with bliss.

"It's workin'," she whimpered.

"Yeah? You think you can make yourself cum like that?"

"Yeah. Oh, I'm so close."

"I bet you are. Bet you're about to gush all over those pretty little fingers, aren't you?"

"Fuck, so close. Alpha, I'm so close."

Dean dropped his phone in the sink as his whole body jerked and his toes curled, a powerful, unexpected orgasm taking his breath as he shot cum all over the counter. "Shit!" he hissed, grabbing his phone as he continued fucking his fist. He got the phone to his ear just in time to hear Y/n let out a shuddering breath and a relieved moan. "You...you feel better, Y/n?"

"Uh-huh. I...I'm sorry I called you that. It just came out."

Dean chuckled, grabbing some toilet paper to clean up the evidence of what her calling him that did to him. "It's okay. It's natural. You're an omega in heat. I'm an alpha you trust...you were doing that. It's not a big deal. As long as you're feeling better, that's the important thing."

"I'm feeling a lot better. Thank you. I knew it was the right choice to call you."

Dean tossed the toilet paper in the bowl and flushed before securing his boxers and pants. "Why did you call me?"

"Something in me said you'd be able to help."

Dean licked his lips and swallowed. "I'm glad I could help. Um...but we should probably not tell anybody that I did, ya know?"

"Yeah. People probably would think-"

"Yeah."

"Thank you for helping, Dean. This won't be so miserable now."

"Try to get some sleep, Y/n."

"You too. Sorry I woke you up for this."

Dean smiled. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad I could help."

"Oh, um...can you collect my schoolwork for the week? It's gonna be in the front office tomorrow."

"Yeah. I'll, uh, grab it and drop it off for you tomorrow."

"Okay. Thank you. Love you, Dean. Night."

"Night." Dean disconnected the call and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. "That’s your little sister, man. What's wrong with you?"

He shook his head and sighed, checking the time on his phone and wiping at his tired eyes. "Nobody has to know. Doesn't have to be a thing. I was just helpin' her out like any good big brother would." He flicked the light off and headed back to the couch in the library.

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[stusbunker]

Tattered: Growing Pains

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

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

Word Count: ~3250

Warnings, etc: Dean has discovered he’s into her being pregnant. Sam and Dean tag-team smut. Oral, knotting, there’s lots of bodily fluids, but also a bath tub. Breeding kink, possessive and jealous Alphas. Nesting, pregnancy problems.

Series Masterlist

Special shout out to @lastactiontricia​ for putting up this series the entire time.

Six months later

Dean

The thing about hearing other people’s thoughts—- or even just having their emotions running through your head, well, it makes it really fucking easy to see their point of view. Especially after sensing the way she felt about me and Sam both. So— yeah, I decided to be the bigger man. But; really, it came down to Sam accepting that, truemate or not— I was just as much her Alpha as he was.

It hasn’t been the easiest, but it sure beats the alternative.   

It's almost time to start moving into the Barn when I smell the change on her skin. Bobby and me have been busting ass all winter to get the place up to code and habitable. I didn't realize we were working on a deadline, but life’s always had a way of biting me in the ass.

       I gather her up against me, rubbing my belt against her middle as she leans back to squint at my face. "What?"

       I shake my head and go all glassy eyed on her, because she is actually glowing a little. And if she doesn't realize it yet, I'm not gonna be the one to say anything. I admit I'm slightly tickled to have this kind of secret to keep for a while. 

      Maybe even a little smug, too.

      Sam's been working with Garth and some folks on the inside at Roman Enterprises to figure out the how's and why's to zapping the fucking face-munchers back to where they came from. So far it's been all surveillance and research, but everybody knows the time to act is rapidly approaching.

        Now, we have another reason to get back home in one piece. Hell, maybe even reasons.

         "Nothing, just looking at ya."

         She rolls her eyes and swats my chest, reprimanding me. She kisses me quick, but deep and goes back to hauling in the rest of the groceries. I can't wait to see Bobby's face when he finds out he's gonna be a grandpa. 

         God, might even make him cry.

          I drive to the Barn because though the weather is finally turning for the better, it's a cakey, mucky mess out there and I don't really want to spend five minutes cleaning my boots before I get to do the final walk through.

         The plan was once the chompers were dealt with, we’d let her loose to nest. But I think it's time. Circumstances have changed. And we probably should keep her as busy as possible while she's still willing and able to put in the manual labor.

          Fuck, I wonder if Sam knows. It's not like I can hear a heartbeat yet, it's just a chemical thing. Or maybe Alpha's intuition. Who knows and I don't really care how—- I just know what I know.

          The entryway is wide and empty for now. We kept stone as the primary material for the floors, maintaining the rustic feel. But I talked Bobby into wisely installing a heating system beneath the decorative tiles. Warm and cozy like.

         The staircase is wide and angular, nothing ornate, but sturdy. The kitchen and first floor bath branch out to the right, making for a southern exposure for a lot of natural light. The den and the office/library take up the left side, which once held the farm equipment and animal stalls. 

         Bobby ensured the built-in bookshelves would make Sam pop a nerd boner.

          I take the stairs two at a time, rushing to see if I can parcel out the upstairs living quarters with some pocket doors or just keep it predominantly one large room with only single smaller rooms on each side, backed by the ensuite bathroom on one side and the walk-in closet on the other.

        I don't think we were ever gonna need this much closet space so I start measuring it out, thinking nurseries don't last forever and that eventually we'd need space for toys and then privacy after that.

        Maybe we hadn't thought this through after all. I think about calling Bobby out here, but it's probably too early to be making such adjustments.

        Should wait 'til she's been to a doctor or something. 

       Still, makes me worry that the house isn't really ready. Or that could just be me.

Two weeks later

         I get back from the hardware store just after sundown and all she's sending out is colors and WANT. Sam's easier to read, he's between her legs, the only dessert he really allows himself.

          I leave my keys on the hook by the door and unlace my boots. She's excited that I'm home. Sam's happy she's happy. He's also damn pleased with himself and I can almost smell her once I start climbing the stairs.

          I start shrugging out of my shirts as I enter our room. She's face down, ass up and Sam's on his knees, holding her open as he drags his tongue up and down her seam.

         He groans when she sees me, and I can smell how her slick is already changing.

          "Taste good, Sammy?"

          "Better than ever," he agrees, before dipping down and sucking on her clit. She squeals and fists the comforter. 

          She's got a steady chant of 'mate mate mate' going in her mind. I sidle up to the edge of the bed, let her nuzzle my junk— just to hear her purr, before I back away and undo my belt.

           She's the only one naked so far, but I'm not letting that last. I need to feel her. Fucking breed her all over again. God, she's gonna be so hot in a couple months. I can't wait to taste every inch of her, feel her thicken and plump fuller.

           She whimpers, either Sam's doing his job or she's hearing me. She likes it when our mouths are on her, especially if it's to get her open for our knots— or to clean her up afterwards.

            With her—with us it's been a little bit of everything. She wants both— she gets it.

          Sometimes she makes us watch the other, eye fucks us as she rides the other brother. She's fucking vindictive. But she knows her power, can't be angry about a confident Omega. 

          And now that she won't be needy and in heat so often—- fuck she's going to have both our balls in a vice grip.  She gasps and comes all over Sam's chin. He growls and keeps going, making her squirm until she comes again, loud and screaming his title.

           I'm stroking myself nice and lazy now, going to stretch this out. Make her a pile of sagging joints and sticky skin before calling it a night.

          "Can you smell it? What a good Omega we've got?" I ask without asking.

           "Can fucking feel ‘em in there," Sam agrees.

          I lean over the bed to where she's limp and warm. Kiss her hair and brush it back so I can get to her ear and breathe out, "you feel it, honey? Us growing inside you?"

         She whines and then asks, all sleepy, "Pups?"

         Sam and I share a look and a shit eating grin. 

        "Yeah, baby, you're fucking glowing with them," Sam confirms, hands soothing up and down her haunches.

        "No wonder you've both been so damn happy lately. And handsy," she taunts, slipping away from Sam's touch and rolling up to her pillows in the middle of the bed.

         She aint wrong. But, damn, didn’t think I was all caveman about her having kids until it actually happened. Now it’s all I can think about. I crawl after her up the bed, drag myself up her body, feeling the way she shivers from my body heat. I cage her in, box her in with my forearms and settle against the cradle of her thighs, hard and in no hurry.

She plays with my hair as I look down at her dazed expression, gather her up so I can slip my arms underneath to hold her head in both my hands. Nudge into the hair at her nape, getting her eyes to droop further closed.

“How’s my girl, huh?” I breathe against her lips as she smiles, just a hint of one really and she's reaching for a kiss. I hum against the familiar give of her mouth and drag her bottom lip in for a little nibble. 

Sam’s off in the bathroom. I can hear him rummaging around, smell the salt she likes to use as he fills up the tub. He gives me this, just holding her, feeling her soft and supple in our bed. I kiss her, smirking as she tries to make it dirtier than it needs to be.

She’s fucking perfect.

I peck my way down her chin, drag my nose up her jaw, just to lap at that spot behind her ear. She’s itching to move, I can feel the tension build as I take my time, hold her tight, pinned by my hips and elbows. 

She whines as I suck on her pulse, and sighs as I kiss it better.

Love this shit, love riling her up.

But she's sneaky, and just as I start to lick over to the other ear, she's got me in hand, clammy fingers squeezing and stroking. I gasp more than growl, of course she clocks it and fucking purrs.

"We gonna get dirty or what?" she teases.

"Don't want Sam's hardwork to go to waste," I agree, pulling her knee out and rolling my hips to really get at her. She drags up her other leg and lets me slick myself up. I tune everything else out, it’s just us right now. Just heat and wet and home. And me sinking inside her, her opening up to keep me close, and fuck it, I’m getting sappy here.

“Dean,” she moans my name, not my title, not some random endearment. My name and I just let go. I fuck her into the bed, hard and desperate, needy. All the while looking down at her, seeing her face and those eyes I can never hide from, just wrecked from it all.

Pride surges through me and I thrust deeper, letting my knot kiss her entrance, without letting it all go. I wanna keep drawing this out and if I focus on her, I won’t let her take me over the edge. I hover over completion— seeing her blissed out and mine.

So mine.

I snarl and clamp my jaw shut. Close my eyes and breathe. Force myself to use my upstairs brain and keep her throat out of my mouth. She’s mine, ours, I don’t need to reclaim her. She’s already got the best part of me anyway—- growing and safe.

My eyes snap open cuz she’s squirming to change positions, sitting us up so she’s in my lap, bouncing and kissing me all over. God, it’s perfect.

Every thrust she falls harder on my knot and I’m seeing spots, cross-eyed from the pleasure. “The water’s gonna be cold if we—,” I warn as she adds a swirl to the movement of her hips.

“Carry me,” she husks out, voice thin, but firm.

I lose it, slamming her down as my knot pummels inside her. She clutches to me with everything she has. When I can think straight, I feel myself leaking out of her, down my sapped nuts and onto the sheets and still she pulses around me, milking me for more.

I laugh and sigh, forehead on her shoulder as she wraps her arms around me and squeezes. I never want to move.

She murmurs in agreement, kissing my neck and just being that sweet side of her, the tender Omega that she kept hidden and protected for so long. I flex my toes behind her and start scooting us to the edge of the bed. 

Sammmy’s been patiently waiting in the ensuite and I really should thank him. Maybe even ask for a spotter, but I manage to stand with her locked around me, her arms like snakes wrapping around my head. With every step I tug against her internal grip and we’re both whining at the strain by the time we reach the tub.

Sam’s shaking his hair out from a shower, and I make a point of not noticing his unsatisfied knot while I try to set her on the edge of the tub. Sam does a good job of suppressing his jealousy around me, but I always know. And it’s not personal, we’re beyond that. It still happens. 

“Don’t look at me like that, it was her idea,” I gripe, trying not to rip out of her as I bend at the knees.

Sam huffs, probably giving her a bitch face, but she just shrugs and gasps as I step carefully into the tub.

“Easy,” Sam warns, like I’m not fucking going slow and steady.

She hugs me tighter, and I feel more of our juices slide down my thigh. Sam’s at her back now, holding her shoulders as I lift my other leg and twist us into the steaming water. We go down with a huge splash, but no one’s bleeding. So there’s that.

She sags against my chest, just letting herself relax with the warmth.

“Thanks, Alpha,” she says and we all know she means Sam.

Sam hums and pulls her hair out of the knot she had on top of her head, rubbing gently at her scalp. I never figured out how he does it without hurting her, but maybe it’s a trick having stupidly long hair taught him. Maybe he’s just got a better angle from space.

She sighs into his touch and smiles up at him with closed eyes. He bends down and kisses her. And I’m just a chair at this point.

Okay, maybe Sam’s not the only one who gets jealous.

I rub her thighs and use my fingertips to scrub our efforts off her skin. When my knot starts to soften, she leans back and gets her hair wet. That’s when Sam gives in and joins us in the tub. More water gushes over the sides, but I installed the walk-in shower at a pitch, the drain’ll do its job.

We take turns cleaning her off, and she takes turns kissing us stupid. We whisper sweet nothings about her body, our pups, the way she smells. I’ve never been so damn happy in my whole life.

Of course, it can’t last.

 READER

What no one tells you about morning sickness is that morning has NOTHING to do with it. It’s like nausea for being hungry, your body is YELLING for nutrients in a more drastic way. Or at least that’s what I’ve been dealing with for the past six weeks since we figured out what we got ourselves into.

It’s been fine, really. I mean, I knew it was inevitable. The chance of birth control standing up against two claims and ALL that sex was pretty much wishful thinking at this point.

It’s just, we’re still on high alert with the Leviathans. 

Dean’s letting me decorate the nursery, which is really just a branched off nook to the master bedroom. I still can’t believe all the work he and Bobby did to make this place so gorgeous. It makes me a little weepy just thinking about it too long, honestly. But don’t tell either of them, because they get all smug and start primping about their skills.

Yes, both of them.

Then there’s Sam. Who has, by far, been the worst. He checks my vitals, scents me constantly and has read more about the birthing process than probably half of the medical field. He’s relentless about my diet, my hydration, even my generally chaotic sleep schedule. If his protectiveness wasn’t so hot— I’d have stabbed him by now. 

I still come pretty close when he raises his eyebrows when I sneak a sweet or two.

Dean’s on my side though, so tough titties for Sam.

I’m walking barefoot between our room and the babies’, relishing in the feel of the transition from reclaimed wooden floorboards to the cushy give of the soft gray carpeting.

I’m measuring the windows for curtains when the first pain shoots down my side, as quick and centralized as a ripped off bandage. I gasp and pull my arms down, rubbing the area through my shirt. It ebbs before I really think about it, moving on to the next wall where it’s a double window looking out towards the long forgotten cornfields.

It’s warm on the second floor this time of year, and we’re not around enough to leave the air conditioning on yet. So I huff a little and write down the width and height before stepping back and surveying the space. Blinds and curtains or just curtains?

I’ve never had my own space like this— never been able to choose how it takes shape. Another gift this house gives me. And I’ve found so many already: stability and hope, space and privacy, freedom, but mostly it gives us roots. 

A true homebase.

A sense of safety and rightness has begun to creep into the everyday. My reflexes are slowing, even though I’m still on my feet and ready to assist on a hunt at a moment’s notice. Not that they’d let me in the field, now. Assholes. But I feel the ways I’m changing— we’re changing and I can’t really complain about the softer edges to us all.

I get another spasm just before dinner, nothing quite as alarming, but this one holds out longer. I’m rubbing my side again when Sam comes in with the bag of Chinese. Dean’s right behind him with a case of gatorade and a six pack. 

Both of them gawk at me and I roll my eyes, take a deep breath and let them settle themselves down. One tiny bit of pain is not the crisis they’re thinking it is.

I take the bag out of Sam’s massive hand and start setting the white cartons out on the table. Worrywarts.

Bobby

The doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong. Something about weird body chemistry or mixed results from all the damn tests they’ve put her through the last week and a half. They’ve got her in a room, hooked up to monitors and saline drips. And still she’s struggling to keep a steady heartbeat. And the pups— well, they’re monitoring them too.

She won’t let me tell the boys. Not until we know something. But every instinct in me is screaming that those idjits need to be here for her, should be the ones holding her hand and getting the doctors to listen right.

I’m not her dad, but I’m the pack Alpha. I gotta do something.

They better just finish the Leviathans once and for all, because I’m not sitting on the bench for my health here. She’s been quiet today, pensive. Almost like when she was a kid.

Or younger. I didn’t know her like that until she was already hunting, damnit, in a way that these kids were never kids.

We’re not letting that happen again. Not if we can help it. I tell her I’m grabbing a coffee, promise to bring her something from the cafeteria. Just need to stretch my legs and get out of  my head. 

Make some calls.

Because we know a thing or two about things that these white coats don’t. And I’ll be damned if I let my girl go down without checking out every stop along the way.

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