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Irresistible Scent - Kinktober (1)
Summary: Your scent is irresistable to him.
Rating: Explicit
Kinktober Special: Marking Kink
Square 14 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Breeding Kink
Square 5 filled for @spnabobingo: Breeding
Square 3 filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Mate-Inducted Rut
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: language, a/b/o, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, marking kink, marking with cum/and scent, mating bites, knotting, scenting, true mates, there is some fluff too, a little angst, implied smut, implied oral, possessive Dean
Words: 1,5+ k
A/N: Here we go. Kinktober is here.
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That scent.
That irresistible scent makes him crawl up the walls. He can’t fight it. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t resist.
You are luring the alpha in. Even though, he promised himself to never give in to his alpha. You are his brother’s best friend. The little sister they never had. His friend. His confident.
But you are so much more…
You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless.
“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”
Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone.
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”
“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”
You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.
“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”
“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”
“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”
“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago.
The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.
He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”
Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.
“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh.
Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.
“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”
Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.
“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.
He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.
“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control.
He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.
“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”
“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”
“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”
“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.
“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”
“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”
It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”
Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”
“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.
The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy.
You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.
Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.
“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”
Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.
It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak.
He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.
“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”
“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum.
After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.
“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”
“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”
“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”
“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”
“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”
He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”
“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”
He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.
“Fuck, Dean…”
Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…
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When You Call- Part 10
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angry!Angsty!Dream!Alpha!Dean, Angry!Alpha!Sam, Angst in General, some violence, some cussing.
Yeah, it’s not the best right now.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Dream!Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader
A/N: You guys know the saying “It’s gonna get worse before it gets better.” WELL THIS IS WHAT THAT SAYING MEANS! This has some major angst... I just... I’M SO SORRY!!
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Previously:
“Baby, what happened to you?” I whispered as I walked to her.
When I grabbed her hand her heart beat went up momentarily. Other than that, no change though.
As soon as the doctors left the room, I began to think of ways to get to her.
After a few hours of thinking I came up with a few ideas.
“Maybe we can have Cass try to contact her. Maybe, try to wake her up like that.” I said out loud.
“Or,” said Sam, “or we could let it play out how it is supposed to play out.”
“Sammy, if you don’t have any ideas, shut up.” I replied. Then it hit me.
“Dreamroot.”
“Dean, NO”
“Sammy, Dreamroot, c’mon it’s safe.”
“Dean, no. That stuff can only be used for emergencies…”
“And this isn’t an emergency, Sammy?”
“Dean, what happens if you go in with the dream root and you find nothing?”
“What do you mean I find nothing?” I asked irritated.
“What if she isn’t there, Dean. What if she’s gone?”
“She’s not gone, Sam. Just get the dream root and I’ll prove it to you.”
Begrudgingly Sam went out and got the dream root. Finally it was time. I swallowed the concoction and drifted off to sleep, hoping I could get Y/N back.
Now:
Dean’s POV:
As soon as I closed my eyes I woke up in front of Bobby’s house. It was so serene, the sun just reaching the top of the sky. It made zero sense until I saw Baby next to a toy car in the front lawn. I’m in her dream.
The further I walked up the walkway I saw different action figures and lawn toys for toddlers strewn about. When I walked up the front porch I heard tiny screams of laughter and a bunch of pattering feet, the smell of pie filled the air the longer I stood at the door. I knocked on the door and waited.
A giggling Y/N opened the door with a baby girl in one hand and a toddler, a boy, at her feet, gripping onto her leg. She rubbed her hand on his head, a simple wedding band dawning her ring finger, and a silver bite mark dawning her neck.
“Mommy? Why does he look like Daddy?” said the boy in a shaky voice. The more I looked at him the more that I saw myself. My hair, my eyes, my nose, my lips.
When I looked to Y/N she had a look of utter fear as she calmly said, “DJ, Sweetheart, Take Samantha upstairs and go get Daddy…. Take her to the place we talked about. Go.”
“Can I come in, Y/N?” I asked.
As soon as her son disappeared up the stairs she aimed a gun right to my head as she said “What are you?”
“Baby, it’s me. It’s Dean.”
“No, You’re not Dean. You make any sudden movements, I’m blowing a fucking hole where your brain currently resides, got it?”
I put my hands up and said “Got it,” as she practically dragged me inside and kept me by the door. Immediately I saw… Not again.
“Omega what’s going on, DJ told me th-” he stopped as soon as he saw me. It was me, but a dream version of me.
Immediately he drew my, his?, Our gun and aimed it at me.
“Y/N grab the kids and the keys and go to Sammy’s place, don’t come back until I call, got it? ” seethed dream me.
“No, Y/N! Listen” I tried to plead but dream me just advanced and put the gun to my head.
“You talk to her again, I’m ending you, right here, right now.” dream me said.
As soon as I saw her with the kids again I knew that this was the only chance I had.
I also knew that she wasn’t going to listen to me until I said it so I did, “You’ll always be my lotus, Baby.”
She stopped in her tracks. She was pissed as she handed Samantha back to DJ and said “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“How in the hell do you know that?!” She screamed.
“How could I forget, Y/N. 1997. We went on a hunt in Florida, pissed off sprite that lived in one of the ponds there. After we dealt with her she dissapeared into a lotus flower. I told you you’d always be my lotus, because I always came back to you, like that sprite.”
She grabbed her gun and aimed it at me, “You are not my husband.” Her hand quaked ever so slightly, as if she was fighting herself, her instincts kicking in.
I looked at her in they eye as I said,“You’re right.. I’m not your husband... yet. But right now you’re in a coma. I came to get you.”
“Dream root” She whispered to herself, slowly connecting the dots.
“You can’t actually be buying this!” huffed dream me.
“Shut up!” yelled Y/N.
“You want more proof? If he was really me, Y/N. Would I have really spent time talking? Letting whatever the hell it was this close to you? To our kids?”
“No it’s been 9 years since I passed out trying to call you that night, but you made it in time. You claimed me.” She spoke confused as she reached with one hand, rubbing her claim mark.
“No baby, that just happened today, I found you not breathing in the bed. I got you to breathe again, then on the way to the hospital you started seizing. You grabbed my hand, remember, Baby?”
Her eyebrows went down in frustration, “No we are married, we have children together. We live in my father’s house, in our home, we gave up that life for them.”
I looked at her and I said, “Then tell me, what are their birthdays? When did you get married?”
She tried to answer but couldn’t, I continued “You can’t remember because it hasn’t happened yet. Baby, this is all an amazing and beautiful dream. The only way that we can make this a reality is if you let this go and come back to me. Please come back to me.”
“That’s it!” I heard dream me yell and I heard the safety get taken off, then a gunshot, but I felt nothing. When I looked to the dream me, he laid on the floor bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the head. Y/N had shot the dream me.
When I looked back at Y/N she said “Don’t touch my Alpha.” as she dropped the gun onto the floor and kissed me. When we looked back to the kids they slowly disappeared and Bobby’s house slowly faded.
Then we were in the hospital, Y/N hooked up to all of the tubes.
“I’m so tired” Y/N said as she walked to her bedside.
“I know, Baby. But I need you to fight. I need you to try to wake up for me. I should have never held back, should have claimed you last night. Hell, should’ve claimed you 20 years ago.” I stated honestly.
“You know I probably won’t remember any of this, right?” She stated.
“That’ll only make it better when it happens in real life.” I said as I walked to her and grabbed her hand.
“Come back to me, Y/N. Please.” I pleaded as I felt myself rousing.
“I will try my hardest, Baby. I love you”.
The next thing I know I’m awake.
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“What happened in there?” asked Sam.
“I got her out, but her body’s exhausted. She told me she’s going to try her hardest. That’s all I can ask for.”
I walked to her and brushed her cheek with my hand. Seeing her like this. I can’t help but feel like I’m no good for her. No matter what I do I constantly hurt her.
“Cut it out, Dean.” Said Sammy, slightly annoyed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please, Dean. I know better and so does she. If she trips, is that gonna be your fault too?” Asked Sammy, and I growled at him, he answered with another growl, his chest puffing up in the process.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Sammy so I suggest you shut your mouth.” I growled, my hair standing on end at his challenging stance.
“Or what Dean? Does the truth really hurt that much?! That you couldn’t have prevented any of what happened to Y/N? Or is it that you can’t handle that there are some things that you just can’t change…” He snarled as I began to size him up.
He continued, “ Because both of those things are true, y’know. She’s been trying to get you to see that for as long as I can remember but you are so self-deprecating that you refuse to listen to me or her.”
“Sammy…”
“Don’t Sammy me, Dean. You know that I’m right, that she’s right; you just don’t care. Unlike you, I actually listen to what she has to say and the advice that she gives… Whereas you need to be the ‘noble’ Alpha leader,like always!” He was yelling now, fuming.
I tried to shove him but he used my momentum against me and threw me into the chair near the window of Y/N’s hospital room.
“Look at you, Dean! You can’t even keep your head on straight for one second to see what the hell’s in front of you. You really think I went to bed early just to go to bed?! Y/N felt more comfortable confiding in me about this than you because she knew that you would pull something to make her feel like shit for needing you.” He yelled as he pinned my hands to the chair and got in my face.
At this point all I’m seeing is red as he continued to chew me out, “You claim to be a Alpha but you act like a loud and bossy Beta who doesn’t know right from wrong! You are better than this, Dean. Look at you, growling and acting like a child. Grow up... I would murder anyone or anything to have Y/N as an Omega. Not because she is obedient or a homebody, but for the opposite. Because she’d rip anyone apart to protect me or you. Because she is an Alpha at heart with the soul of a leader, a warrior goddess in the flesh, and you are acting like a silverback gorilla who is constantly insecure. Grow the fuck up before you lose her… And if I lose her…. Because of you…”
He huffed, “I’m killing you myself.” as he released my wrists and stormed out of the room.
All I could do was sit there, thinking. How could he judge me like that?! All I ever do is make sure he’s okay. Making sure that he had everything that he needs, everything he could ever want. He wanted out, I got him out, he wanted back in, I didn’t say a word against it. He wanted to stay at the Men of Letters Bunker, we did, I support him in everything so how dare he speak to me like that! I raised him!
NO… We raised him… Y/N and I. We did that. I know exactly what she’d say right now.
She’d say that I was taking it all wrong. That we should be proud of him for being so strong when we can’t be. For remaining objective, for giving him the strength to not only see the surface of this situation, but the whole thing, inside and out. She’d tell me he’s right. He is right.
Then I feel that sting in my eyes again as I became aware of everything again. I pulled the chair up to Y/N and calmly pulled down the guardrail and slowly grabbed her hand.
I looked at her small hand in mine, the scars that riddled it from all of the hunts, all of the times she cut her hands in Bobby’s garage, constantly fixing cars, she could never build a callus. She didn’t care thought.
“It’s gotta get done and that’s that.” she’d always say as she would be patching up yet another cut. I’d tell her to take a break, to at least let me help with the sharper metals, not Y/N.
She would tell me, “You wanna help, Winchester? Hand me the monkey wrench and watch a master at work.” She’d always finish with that infectious giggle… I don’t think I can live without that giggle…. I know I can’t live without that giggle.
I brought her hand to my face and kissed her, wishing that I was kissing her lips. That I was travelling from her lips to her neck, to her claim bite. That we were in our bed and not in a hospital.
I whispered after I kissed her hand, “Please, Y/N… I need you. Please come back, I can’t… not without you. I love you.”
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Granny is the best
Summary: Your granny is the best. And the devil in disguise.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Omega Reader
Warnings: fluff only, a/b/o, pushy grandmother, but we stan her in this house
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“Welcome to granny’s apple pie,” you coo as two new customers step inside your grandmother’s bakery.
You put on your sweetest smile as two tall alphas make their way toward you.
One of them is talking on the phone while the other, the smaller one, grins at you.
“Hi there, sweetheart,” his eyes immediately drop to the apple pie on the counter. It’s still warm. He inhales deeply, hums and points at the pie. “I’ll have the apple pie. It looks great.”
“Sure thing,” you smile at the man, but he only has eyes for the pie. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“My brother wanted some cupcakes for his girlfriend. Sammy, which ones do you want to buy?” the alpha watches you put the pie into a box. “Did you hear me?”
“Red velvet ones,” the other alpha grumbles. “Jess has cravings again. She wants pickles and cupcakes now,” he shudders. “What can I do? My mate turns into an aggressive mother bear if she doesn’t get the food she wants.”
“Aw, that’s nice of you to buy cupcakes for your mate,” you smile at the alpha. “You’ll get one of our cupcakes of the day for free. We support hungry ladies here, Sir.”
“Oh, thank you,” he puts his phone aside to look at the cupcakes. “She will love them. They all look good.”
“You don’t even eat pie or sweets,” the alpha lusting over the apple pie grumbles. “I should get pie for free, not you.”
“Well then, young man,” your grandmother points at you, “be nice to my Y/N and she’ll give you a slice of her infamous cherry pie for free. Only nice alphas get her cherry pie.”
“Granny,” you tut. She means well, you know that. The problem is that the alpha in front of you is not interested in you. He only wants to buy a pie, not find a mate.
“What?” your grandmother chuckles. “He’s a good-looking alpha and you are an unmated omega. It would be a shame to not try to get you together.”
“Grandma,” you say a little louder. “Do not embarrass him! He only wants to buy a pie!”
“He is into more than just pie,” your grandmother says.
She steps toward the man to look him up and down.
“Ma’am,” he nervously stammers. “I like your bakery.”
“Call me granny, young man,” she gives him a once over. “Everyone in town calls me granny.”
“Everyone is calling you granny, hence the name of the bakery,” he says as you put the cupcakes into a box. “We just moved to town and I was asking around for the best bakery in town.”
“You’re flattering me,” your grandmother coos. “If only I was forty years younger.” She gives him a dirty grin.
“GRANNY!”
“Ma’am…uh…granny,” the alpha stammers. “Can I buy the cherry pie too?”
“Young man, didn’t you listen?” your grandmother tuts. “You’ll only get some cherry pie if you are nice to my Y/N. She’s precious and sweet, smart, and kind. And she got her tits, curves and ass from her grandma.”
“Oh god,” you whine while wishing the ground opens and swallows you. “Please grandma, stop.”
“No, no,” the alpha snaps his head toward you to glance at your chest. “I want to hear all about…ahem…the pie.”
“You can have some cherry pie if you forget about all the things my grandma said.”
“Young lady, don’t offer your cherry pie for free,” your grandmother says. She shakes her head as you stand there, unsure if you should just run and hide, or laugh about the uncomfortable situation. “Lure him in first. Make him beg for it.”
“Dean, don’t,” you watch the other alpha get his wallet out. “I’ll buy you all the pie if you don’t mess with the best bakery in town. Jess will kill me!”
“Mess things up?” the alpha cocks his head. “I don’t mess things up. I only want to get some cherry pie.” Dean’s eyes drift back toward you
“What are your intentions with my granddaughter, Sir?” your grandmother sizes Dean up. “If you are interested in Y/N’s pie, you better court for her like a gentleman.”
“I’d like to come back to buy more pie, ma’am,” Dean stammers. “Maybe tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” your grandmother nods. “Good. Bring flowers…”
“Grandma, he won’t come back,” you huff as your grandmother stands at one of the large windows at her bakery. She’s waiting for Dean, the alpha she almost pushed into your arms, to come back for more pie.
“Sweetie, he will come back. Do you have the cherry pie ready?” she looks over her shoulder. “Y/N!?”
“He’s not into me, granny. I know you mean well but he won’t—” you swallow thickly as the alpha steps inside your grandmother’s bakery. He holds a bouquet of roses in his arms. “Hi, what can we do for you today, Sir?”
“Uh, call me Dean,” he makes his way toward you. “I’d like to…” Dean drops his eyes to the cherry pie on the counter. “Miss, I’d like to offer these flowers to you.”
“You want my cherry pie, don’t you?” you chuckle as he guiltily drops his gaze. “I recognize a pie enthusiast if I see one, Sir. A slice, or two?”
“I want the whole cherry pie,” he purrs low in his throat as you get a knife to cut him a slice of the pie. “And if you let me, I’d like to come back to get more of your pie.”
His eyes darken as he looks at your untouched mating gland.
“Her pie is the best,” your grandmother says. “You will never want another after you tasted hers.”
“Grandma,” you groan and roll your eyes. “Don’t.”
“Sweetheart,” Dean leans closer to whisper, so your grandmother can’t hear him, “I swear I’ll only eat your pie from now on.”
“You didn’t even taste it,” you stammer as you meet his darkened emerald eyes.
“I don’t need to taste it to know that I want you…”
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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
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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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Cabin of love masterlist
Summary: Grump meets cocky.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader, scenting, snowed in, only one bed, idiots in love, tension, arguments, more to be added
A/N: A collection of drabbles with grump Dean and cocky reader.
A/N2: This series belongs to my werewolf/pack AU universe.
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Cabin of love (1) - Hot cocoa
Cabin of love (2) - A short ride
Cabin of love (3) - Avalanche
Cabin of love (4 - Burger and truth
Cabin of love (5) - Cuddles for a grump
Cabin of love (6) - More cuddles
Cabin of love (7) - Can’t fight it
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Cabin of love (2) - A short ride
Summary: Grump meets cocky.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 4 filled for @spnabobingo: Werewolves
Square 16 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Road closed
Square 12 filled for Lulu’s winter bingo: Cabin
Square 5 filled for Lulu’s XMAS bingo: Winter
Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader, snow, lots of it, snowed in, only one bed, instant attraction, idiots in love
Words: 1k
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“I don’t need your help,” your reluctant host grumbles. He gets up to take the now-empty mug out of your hands. “I will drive you back to your car now. Bobby Singer will give you a new cabin and we never have to see each other again.”
“No. I will stay here.”
“No?” the alpha huffs. “This is not an option. If you are still here when the full moon hits us with full force,” he clears his throat. “Well, let’s say you don’t want to be here when I change into my true form.”
“I assume you are a grump when you turn into a wolf too,” you challenge. “That can be helped. People always tell me my scent is pleasant and calming.”
He snorts. “I don’t think so. All you did so far was to get on my nerves, sweetheart.”
“I’m not the one with no manners,” you are in his face, growling at the tall alpha. “You’re a grump and a bad host. What kind of alpha threatens to kick an omega out? It’s dark, cold and a snowstorm is going to hit us soon.”
“I did not invite you,” he cocks his head. “I could’ve left you out there, in the cold. I offered hot cocoa and a short break to you. Nothing else.”
“I won’t go out there,” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at the alpha. “You can try to kick me out, but I’ll fight you.”
He laughs at your antics. “You’re cute, but this won’t keep me from kicking you out.”
“Fine. If I die out there, I’ll haunt you,” you smirk darkly. “I’ll make sure you’ll never get laid again in your life. You will be miserable all your life.”
“Get your luggage and coat. I will drive you to town,” the alpha huffs as you snarl in his direction. “Come on. I don’t have all day.”
“It’s winter, and there is so much snow. I don’t want to go out there.”
“Well, you don’t have to go home; but you can’t stay here,” the alpha points at the door. “I got a nice and strong jeep. It will fight its way through the snow masses and bring you to town. Safely.”
“You’re an ass,” you look for your coat, scarf, and boots. “If I freeze to death out there, you will be so sad.”
Ten minutes later you and your luggage joined the grumpy alpha in his jeep. At least he showed enough decency to turn up the heating.
“Snow, and even more snow,” you huff as the Jeep Grand Cherokee barely makes it through the snow. “We will die out here.”
“Can you stop talking for a moment?” he cocks his head, curses, and slams his hands onto the steering wheel when his eyes land on a road-closed sign. “Sonofabitch!!”
You hold back a chuckle as he stops the car. “I told you; no one is crazy enough to go outside. We will die and it’s all your fault.”
“We won’t die,” he bites back. “Just shut up for a moment and let me drive back.”
You stick your tongue out.
“Very grown up,” while you worriedly look out of the window, he takes a turn. “How about you don’t get on my nerves, and I drive us back safely.”
“What else can I do after you failed to bring me to town,” you grin. “What a man. A grumpy, and annoying man. A nameless alpha.”
“Would just-“ he groans. “Fine, my name is Dean. Will ya shut up now or do I have to gag you with my glove? I don’t want to crash the jeep. Man, I shouldn’t have let you inside.”
“Finally,” you open the door to get out of the jeep, slamming it shut with a loud thud. “You are unbelievable! You almost got us killed out there.”
“Calm down! It’s only a bit snow,” Dean dares to grin. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I have seen more snow in my life. Believe me, this is nothing.”
“Nothing? That fucking snow will freeze your ass off,” huffing you point at the snow all around. “I can’t believe that I ended up at your doorstep.”
“I would’ve preferred Jessica Alba end up at my cabin, not you,” he grunts.
“Well, I would’ve preferred ending up in a cabin with Jensen Ackles too,” you shoot back. “I bet that man knows how to take care of an omega.”
“You are free to look for him,” Dean grunts. “Go ahead. Fight your way through the snow masses and look for that guy.”
“I bet you don’t even know who Jensen Ackles is!”
“He’s one of those…painted whores,” the alpha grunts, “wearing make-up and playing the hero. He would run for his life seeing me in my true form.”
“Your true form is an annoying grump,” you grab your backpack and stomp toward the cabin. “I only hope the snow melts before the full moon. If not, I’ll bite you…”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you look around the room. “There is only one bed. What is this? A bad rom-com movie.”
“Yeah. I invited your friend Jensen Ackles to come over to film a movie with me, you, and his dick,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I got a couch in the living room. You can have it.”
“A gentleman would offer the bed to me.”
“A lady wouldn’t demand shit from a stranger,” he cocks a brow as you put your hands on your hips and straighten your back. “You won’t get the bed. It’s mine…”
You’re unimpressed by his demeanor. Before Dean can react, you jump onto the bed and rub your scent into the sheets. “OMEGA!”
“Now the bed is mine. I marked it,” you coo. “You can have the couch.”
“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t poke an angry bear,” Dean snarls.
“You’re a wolf, not a bear,” you roll over in the bed, rubbing more of your scent into pillows and sheets. “This bed smells like me now.”
“Fine. Have it your way.”
Dean is not a quitter. He kicks his shoes off and shoves his pants down his legs.
“What are you doing?” you squeak when Dean jumps onto the bed.
“I told you, this is my bed,” he rolls to his favorite side and smirks. “You are free to leave my bed…”
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Liability
Summary: You are burning too hot for any alpha to keep up with you.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 11 filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Sex Hotline
Square 2 filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Artist AU
Square 11 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Nude Photography
Warnings: angst, language, self-confident reader, alphas being assholes, mentions of past rejection, calling a sex hotline, mentions of nudes
AN: Inspired by Lorde’s Liability
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“Y/N, you’re a little much for me. I’m glad you wanted to take it slow and for us to get to know each other better. This way, I realized you will only ever be a liability,” you would gasp or even break down at his words.
You would if you didn’t hear the same song play over and over again for years.
“You are already regretting asking me for this dance, huh?” the alpha sitting opposite you seems to be surprised by your reaction. “Well then, tell me all the things I didn’t do right. Just you know, when we are done here, you’ll pay for my food, including dessert.”
“Sure…sure,” he stammers as he doesn’t want you to cause a scene at the restaurant. He chose to break things up with you in public.
Pathetic coward.
The alpha nervously tugs at the tie dangling from his neck as you lean back and open the menu.
You wave at the waiter to order the most expensive dish. If that alpha can't give you love, he’ll at least feel you in his wallet for a few weeks.
“Good,” you sip at your water, feeling your chest tightening. Your omega wants to curl into a ball and weep. But you won’t have it. “Now. Begin.”
“Your job.”
You huff.
“You paint and take pictures of naked men,” he whispers, not wanting to draw attention to your table. “This is…I don’t want a woman seeing other men naked.”
“It’s my job,” you roll your eyes. Alphas are so predictable. “I never lied about my job. A client wanted me to take a few pictures of him for his boyfriend. There is nothing wrong with nudes. This has nothing to do with sex. It’s art. I’m an artist.”
“Taking nudes is not an art.”
“Says a guy who can’t distinguish the Mona Lisa from a playboy bunny,” you retort. “If you had the slightest knowledge about art, you would know that art is full of naked bodies.”
“You are loud and aggressive too. If only someone has a different opinion, you must start a fight,” he argues.
“If their opinion is stupid, misogynic, or sexiest, I will fight you.”
“See, how shall a man feel comfortable around someone like you,” you sneer at his words. “You're a little much for me.”
“You are repeating yourself, darling,” he huffs as you thank the waiter for the food. You won’t let his words get to you. At least not here, at the restaurant, for everyone to see. “I got it. I’m complicated and too headstrong for you.”
He’s not the first, and won’t be the last, alpha pulling back.
At first, they are head-over-heels for you. In the end, they will run for the hills, calling you complicated and too much.
New guy. Same song.
“I have other plans for my life than fighting over every little thing with my omega,” he bites back. “I want to spend the night with my friends, you argue, and so on.”
“You forgot you and your buddies wanted to spend your night at a strip club. You are telling me I can’t take nudes of a client, but you can let naked women be all over you. Talking about double standards.”
“You are an omega, I’m an alpha. There is a difference,” you chuckle at his lame excuse. “You cannot be close to other alphas. An omega should know her place-“
“I heard enough,” you drop your fork and get up from your chair to pour your wine into his face. “You are not worth my time.”
Before you leave, you ask the waiter to pack up your dinner, and dessert. “You’re such a bitch.”
“Says the guy breaking up with me after he fucked a stripper three days ago,” you coo in his ear. “Did you think what you did with her wouldn’t get back to me? I took pictures of most of the girls at the club for their website.”
He gapes at you. “Why would you go out for dinner with me then?”
“A free meal is a free meal, sweetheart,” you pat his cheek. “Aw, don’t look at me like this. I was hungry and you looked ready to pay any price to get rid of me.”
You turn your attention toward the waiter, giving him twenty bucks as he hands you your food.
“What a waste of time and energy,” you look at your phone. “I should’ve known better than agreeing to go on a blind date with that asshole.” You block his number and delete the few pictures you took of him.
Liability. Complicated. Unlovable. The words swirl in your mind as you scroll through the numbers on your phone.
You need something to take the edge off. Anything.
“Voulez-vous,” you whisper as your eyes land on the number you haven’t called for a long time. “Maybe tonight I want to…”
You press dial and hold your breath. The seconds tick by until you finally hear a voice on the other end of the line.
“Welcome to voulez-vous. Our alphas will be right there for you,” a cheery voice coos in your ear. “Do you already have a favorite?”
“I want 67 only, please,” you close your eyes and pray that your favorite alpha is available tonight. You need his voice and calming words.
“He will be right there for you. Please hold the line,” she talks about the payment and wants your credit card details next. You don’t care. All you want is to hear his voice.
“Hello sweetheart,” your heart jumps in your chest as his voice fills your senses. You fall back on your couch and forget about the douche you wasted two months on. “What can I do for you?”
“Another bad date,” he hums as you start talking about your day. You know it’s unusual to call a sex hotline to only talk. But 67 doesn’t seem to mind. He whispers soothing words and encourages you to never change. “He said I’m a liability and a little too much.”
“He’s an idiot, sweetheart. Never let an alpha tell you that you are not perfect the way you are.”
“I have missed you.”
You bite your tongue. He must’ve heard to oddest things leave his clients’ lips.
“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. You’re the one making my day better.”
“I’m just another needy omega wanting something from you,” you whisper. “But it makes me feel better when I can talk to you. Less lonely.”
He’s silent for a moment. “If you need to hear my voice, you can always call me.”
For money. You think, but don’t say the words. He’s your shelter and helps you cope when everything gets too much. “I know,” you say instead. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he purrs, and you gasp. He never did this before. Not once. “I mean it, sweetheart. If you need me, I’ll be here.”
“I’ll call again if I need you.”
He hums as try to find the strength to end the call. “I can give you my number.”
“What?” you splutter.
“My private number, sweetheart. This way, you don’t have to pay to talk to a friend. If you are lonely, or just need to talk about your day. Give me a call.”
“I don’t want another blind date, Lisa,” you huff as your friend wants to set you up with someone you don’t know. “I give up on dating for a while.”
“He’s nice,” she hastily says. “He’s your age, maybe two years elder. A little cocky, tall and handsome. You will like him.”
“Maybe. But I’m fairly sure he won’t like me,” she gasps at your words. “It’s true, Lis. None of the alphas I met understood me, or even tried. It’s always my job, or believing, or scent…I don’t know.”
Another week later you get ready for your new client. You prefer painting the little things that inspire you. But inspiration and love don’t pay bills.
For a moment, you take your time to look at the empty canvas. You sigh as you’ll spend the better of the day painting some rich guy’s face, or ass. Whatever your new client prefers.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” walking toward the alpha hiring you and put on your sweetest smile. “I’m Y/N, you called.”
“Yeah, uh-“ he nervously chuckles. “I called, but I need a picture of me and my brother. My mother wants a painting of her sons for years. It’s a birthday gift.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” it’s kind of sweet that the tall alpha offering his hand to you wants to fulfill his mother’s wish. “Will your brother be here soon?”
“He should be here in a few,” the alpha says. “I’m Sam. Sam Winchester.” He offers a soft smile. “I admired one of your paintings at the local gallery and just knew you must paint us.”
“Sammy, man. That parking lot looks suspicious,” you gasp as a familiar voice catches your attention. “I hope no one touches my Baby.”
“Your baby,” the alpha grins as you look at him, eyes widening in shock. “Sir, if you got a baby, you should bring it here.”
“He means his car, miss,” Sam softly says. “My brother loves his car dearly. Maybe that’s the reason for him being single.”
“Hi, the name’s Dean,” he holds out his hand. You whimper as you know, this is the man you were talking to on the phone for months. “Did Sammy tell you about his idea?”
“Yeah, uh-kinda.”
You try to not stumble over your words. He can never know that you recognized his voice. You cannot embarrass him in front of his brother. Maybe Sam doesn’t know about his brother’s profession.
“That’s great, sweetheart,” you involuntary shudder. Dean dips his head as he watches your reaction to his voice. “Do you paint cars too?”
“Cars,” he suddenly stands a little closer to you. “Why?”
“He loves his car and tries to find out if you are willing to paint it for him,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Dean, can you just not.”
“Maybe you can paint me and my car,” Dean grins. “Me naked on top of my beloved Baby.”
“No problem,” you retort as you step closer to Dean. “I paint nudes all the time. I’m a photographer too. If you are interested in pictures of you and your car.”
“A cocky one, Sammy,” the alpha snickers. “I’ll go for a painting of me and my Baby. Can we make an appointment today?”
“I need to check my schedule first.”
“You can give me a call too, sweetheart. Anytime,” his eyes sparkle as you purse your lips. “I’ll never leave you hanging.”
That bastard knows…
Sam left some minutes ago to meet up with his fiancé, leaving you alone with his elder brother. Now the cocky alpha tries to talk to you.
“So, you’re an artist drawing nudes of dudes,” Dean chuckles as you cover the painting of the brothers. “Does painting nudes pay well?
“And you work for an omega sex hotline,” you shoot back.
“Fair enough,” he laughs.
“Why?”
“It was meant to be a way to pay a few bills. After I started my own business, I did it for fun. You know, I like dirty talk, and phone sex,” he whispers lowly. “Why did you call?”
“Your voice calmed me.”
“Sweetheart,” he steps closer to whisper in your, “if you want to, I’ll calm you any time of the day…”
>> Part 2
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Lovely liability (3)
Summary: You are burning too hot for any alpha to keep up with you. Dean is different.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past rejection, fluff, true mates, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, implied smut, a little fun, mentions of a cucumber + ass :)
A/N: A short little chapter to give their story an ending.
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Dean and you, believe it or not, are going steady for four months this weekend. You didn’t mess things up as feared. Neither did Dean.
“No, that’s a lie,” you giggle as Dean tells you one of his customers shoved a cucumber up her ass while talking to Dean. “She didn’t! I mean, have you seen the size of a cucumber.”
“Sweetheart, we both know a cucumber can’t do to you what I can do,” he cockily states. “Right.”
“Fishing for compliments, Mr. Winchester,” you watch Dean stalk toward the sofa at his apartment. Most of the time you stay over at his place.
“It’s the truth, miss,” he says. “You know what I can do to you. I remember clearly you were mewling for me last time I got my hands on you.”
“Sir, this is not correct,” you tut. “I was moaning. There is a difference between moaning and mewling.”
He chuckles.
It’s so easy to date Dean. He doesn’t expect you to be perfect or suppress your personality. Dean loves your wild side and your quirks.
“Y/N, do not lie. I made my girl mewl.”
“Just tell this to yourself,” he smirks as you pat the empty spot next to you. “You’re a cocky man.”
“You know that I only get off with you on the other end of the line, right?” he sits next to you. “If you want me to, I can stop working for the hotline.”
“Dean, I’m not jealous of the omegas calling the hotline. I know it’s a job to you,” you dip your head to look at him. “And if you ever want to dip your knot into one of their pussies, I’ll cut it off.”
“My knot is off-limits to any other woman, I swear,” he purrs for you, making you feel warm. Dean scoots closer to you to press a soft kiss on your cheek. “You know that I only want you, Y/N. There will be no other omega for me.”
“There will be no other alpha for me, Dean,” you cup his cheeks with both hands and press a soft kiss on his lips. “Promised.”
“You’re such a good girl,” you end up underneath Dean. He rubs his nose against your cheek, whispering dirty nothings.
“I’m not a good girl,” wrapping your legs around his waistline you look up at Dean. “Come on, alpha. Try to tame the wild beast you captured.”
“I wouldn’t dare taming you, omega,” your heart swells at his words. “I love you the way you are, Y/N. No matter what…”
Another two months later you are wearing Dean’s mark.
You don’t even remember a life without your alpha. It’s not that Dean didn’t have to fight for you.
The first weeks were a struggle to the alpha. Anytime he believed you started trusting him, you pulled away again.
All the alphas telling you that you’re too much, or hard to handle, still lingered in the back of your mind.
Dean had to convince you that he’s not like the other guys. He’s a better man. One you can trust with your heart.
“What do you say?” he pulls your chair as you look around the crowded restaurant. “Do we want to go crazy and eat pie first?”
“Aw, look at my alpha,” you coo while sitting down on your chair. “He only has pie on his mind.”
“Pie and you, sweetheart,” he pecks your cheek. “But mainly you. I swear.”
Dean rounds the table to sit on his chair. He shoots you a wink and chuckles as you call for the waiter to order the pie Dean wanted.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers as his eyes are glued to you.
You feel your cheeks heat up under Dean’s gaze. “Pie for my man. He’s a hard-working alpha.”
“I only work hard for you…or work you hard,” he gives you a dirty grin.
“Dirty man,” you whisper.
“Only for you.”
You smile softly at Dean.
New guy. A different song this time.
“Y/N?” you are engrossed in getting lost in Dean’s eyes when someone calls your name. “I knew it was you.”
“Oh, it’s you,” Dean grits his teeth as an alpha from your past steps toward your table. “We haven’t seen each other for how long? Must be months.”
“Five or six months,” shrugging you try to not look at the alpha disturbing your dinner with Dean.
“Wow, you look good. Like, really good,” now your alpha’s head snaps toward your former boyfriend. “Who’s that?”
You turn your head toward the man breaking up with you at the restaurant months ago. “That’s Dean, my alpha.”
“Y-our alpha?” he splutters. “He claimed you?”
“Listen, buddy,” Dean slowly gets up from his chair. Your alpha puffs his chest and glares at the man. “We are here to have dinner. My omega doesn’t want to talk to you. I suggest you go back to your life and leave her alone.”
“I-okay,” you chuckle as your former boyfriend mumbles an apology. “Have a nice evening.”
“I will,” your alpha growls. “Because I will spend it with the woman I love.”
Dean sits back down and covers your hand with his larger one. “I love you, Dean,” you coo, making Dean’s heart swell.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
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Faking it all
Title: Faking it all
Square filled for @spnabobingo: Omega for hire
Square filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Love at first sight
Summary: You are an omega for hire.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Other pairings: Alpha!John Winchester
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, mentions of escort service, mentions of prostitution, love-struck Dean, also Dean being a douche, John is the worst, scenting,
Words: 2,6 k
A/N: Reader is not a prostitute. She has strict rules.
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“So, how much will it cost to hire an omega for a weekend with my family. I got that huge family dinner ahead and I’m tired of telling them I’m happy without an omega and pups,” you look up from the folder on your desk.
“We should talk about your taste and, my rules first, Mr. Winchester,” the man huffs as you put your glasses back on. “If you don’t want to follow my rules, you can turn toward some other omega for hire service.”
“You are the best,” he hastily says. “Uh-at least a friend of mine told me so. He said you made his life a lot easier.”
“I can make things easier for you, if you let me,” you offer a tight smile. You don’t like the way the man looks at you. He seems to be one of those rich and spoiled guys breaking all the rules other people must follow. “If you break my rules, you will pay a lot more.���
“Let’s talk about your rules then,” nodding you open the folder again to hand your new client a list with your rules. “Many rules for an escort service.”
“Mr. Winchester, we are not an escort service,” you growl low in your throat. Your scent gets thicker, and Dean must breathe through his mouth to not get overwhelmed. “My girls will accompany you to parties, family dinners, or important meetings. We don’t fuck our clients.”
“You’re…” he laughs now as you cross your arms over your chest. “I didn’t want sex, Ms. Y/L/N. I can find a willing omega anywhere. What I want is someone who will not act out. A professional to pretend she’s my omega.”
“That we can do, Mr. Winchester. I got three ladies who fulfill your standards. We should talk about the rules before I show you their profile, though,” he nods, ready to agree to anything to get his mother off his back.
“Shoot me, sweetheart,” you sneer at the pet name. Alphas always seem to call an omega anything but by their name. “I’m all ears.”
“Don’t call me like that. I’m not your omega, nor your girlfriend. If you want to call a woman like that, earn it first,” his face falls. “Our rules are easy to follow, Mr. Winchester.”
“Please fill me in, Ms. Y/L/N,” Dean mumbles. He doesn’t like you stopped him from being flirty. You are so different from the omegas fawning all over him.
“We don’t offer sex. No touching, no kissing, no coitus,” he nervously chuckles as you go through your list of rules. “I’m aware that you want to fake a relationship. Hugging and light kissing is not off-limits. I will talk to the lady accompanying you, Mr. Winchester.”
“How much for you?” your eyes widen as he gets his credit card out. “Y-ou are professional, and my age. I think you know the rules best. If you come with me, you will know for sure that I didn’t cross a line.”
“I’m not—I,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. All of your available girls are new to the business. Some even offered more than keeping a client company. If they mess this job up too, your business is done for. “Fine. You will pay me 5 grand per day plus expenses. Take it or leave it, Mr. Winchester.”
“I’ll take it,” he places the credit card onto your desk. “I can’t have someone clinging to me or being all over me. This is just not my style. All those meek omegas yearn for attention and to nest in my penthouse…”
“Not every omega is lusting over you, Mr. Winchester,” your face cold, your lips pressed into a thin line you glare at the alpha. “It’s only natural for an omega to want a safe place, and strong alpha to protect her. Our hindbrains tell us so. I never gave in to that urge. No alpha will dominate me. But I do not judge omegas wanting to nest and have pups. The problem is not an omega seeking safety and commitment. It’s the alpha only wanting to get his dick wet.”
“I—” Dean is taken aback by your crudeness. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t offend me, but every other omega,” you quip. “One last rule.” You lean closer to hold Dean’s gaze, “if you make me feel uncomfortable in any situation, I will leave, and you’ll pay me in full. Follow the rules and we will get along well.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” feeling his heart flutter, Dean watches you get up from your chair to shake his hand. “We will get along very well, Ms. Y/L/N…”
“I got it from my father,” Dean keeps on talking about his car. You admired his 1967er Chevy Impala, the car he named Baby, and now he won’t stop talking about it. “Sorry…shit.” He sighs deeply. “I talked so much about my car and forgot to ask you questions.”
“It’s fine,” you pat his thigh, not missing Dean is tense when you touch him. “I know how men can get when it comes to cars.” Dean chuckles as you tell him about your father being all crazy about some car. “Your Baby is a nice car, though.”
“We could go for a ride again,” he bites his tongue, realizing you are only with him for the money he pays you. “Oh, I meant we can ride back together.”
“I’d like that,” Dean gives you a soft smile, and you wonder if there is a good alpha hiding behind his cocky façade.
You spent the better part of a week getting to know Dean’s family, his close friends, and some of his exes. His mother loves to invite them to finally get her son to choose an omega and settle down.
It still feels like you don’t belong. You are a stranger pretending to love their son, brother, and friend. It’s your job, still, it felt odd to have the alpha around all the time.
Dean was attentive and caring over the last week. He doesn’t know it, but you assume he could be a good alpha to any omega one day.
“What do you do for work again?” you blink a few times as John, Dean’s father asks you about your job and life once again. He seems to always keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t steal the silverware. “Miss Y/L/N?”
“She’s—” damn him, Dean fails to find the right words. He seems to turn into a nervous little boy close to his father. John’s scent dominates the room, and you scrunch up your nose in disgust. He’s not the kind of alpha you enjoy having around.
“Well, I’m a social media coordinator, Mr. Winchester,” John watches you closely as you take Dean’s hand to squeeze it tightly. “That’s how we met. Dean was looking for a social media coordinator to generate content for his company’s social media accounts. We just…clicked,” you smile softly as Dean moves his arm around your waistline.
“Social media, huh?” the elder alpha huffs. John seems to be the kind of man always trying to make others small and worthless. He sneers as you talk about your former job. “Waste of money if you ask me.”
“Good thing no one asked you,” you’d pay all the money you own to get a picture of John’s face. He struggles to not lose his composure and you; well, you give him your sweetest smile before turning your attention toward his son. “Many companies ask me for help. Only the old-fashioned ones don’t.”
“I make enough money without all of this crap,” Dean watches his father storm off to bark orders at the waiter serving drinks to his guests. You on the other hand smile to yourself, enjoying your little win.
“Well, that was unpleasant,” you chuckle, turning around to focus on Dean and your job, not John. “Your father. A douche.”
“He’s…uh…you know,” Dean sighs as you place your hand onto his chest and lean closer to fake a kiss. “Intense.”
“Intense,” you nod. “That’s one way to describe John Winchester. Another way is to call him a tactless jerk and an idiot. He treated you and your brother like stupid boys and tried to make me feel uncomfortable. He’s not intense but an awful person.”
“You know, money makes some omegas greedy. They tried to get their hands on me and Sammy before. Dad only tries to protect us,” the alpha tries to defend his father’s behavior, but you won’t have it.
“Dean, protecting your family is one thing,” you pat his cheek, hand lingering a little too long for a friendly pat. You cup his face, eyes glued to his pink plump lips you lean a little closer to whisper, “but what your father did not moments ago was inexcusable. He tried to make me feel worthless. Your omega.”
“My what?” dropping your hands as if Dean burned you, you step away from the alpha shaking your head.
“I need to use the restrooms, Dean. If you would excuse me for a moment,” you run off without giving Dean the chance to reply.
“What was that?” Dean wonders aloud while his father strolls back toward his son to find out more about the omega he brought around a week ago. “Son, a word?” John grunts, jerking his head toward the bar. “Let’s have a drink and talk some more.”
Dean groans loudly as his father won’t stop nagging about you, your job and that you are a feisty omega. John doesn’t like you talked back or that you held his gaze.
“For fuck's sake, she's an omega for hire. A better prostitute. I don’t want to marry that girl after knowing her for like three minutes. I brought her here as mother wouldn't stop nagging. It’s a fake date."
"Good...that's goo..." John gasps, as the room suddenly falls silent. He realizes that you are standing in the middle of the room and choke out a sob. Dean is a client, you know that, but the omega in you feels his betrayal hit home. “Shit—”
“Guess the cat is out, huh?” you glance at Dean, sizing him up. “See, ladies, and gentlemen. This man,” pointing at Dean you narrow your eyes, “can’t even find an omega accompanying him. He’s a little boy seeking his daddy’s approval. I hope you got it tonight, Dean.”
“Y/N, sweetheart…I,” Dean steps toward you, and tries to touch your arm but you slap his hand away.
“Red,” you call out. “I told you about my rules. You just broke three of them. I will leave now, and you’ll pay for my inconvenience. No one makes me feel like you just did.”
You twirl around and storm out of the room, ignoring all eyes following you. Little gasps and hushed words follow your departure until deafening silence settles in the room.
“SONOFABITCH,” Dean chases after you. He runs upstairs to stop you from packing your things. His heart is in his throat as he catches a glimpse of you. “Y/N, please wait. I’m sorry…”
“Our business transaction is over,” you walk into the bedroom you shared over the last week to grab your things and get the hell out of this town and away from Dean.
“Sweetheart…I mean Y/N,” the alpha follows you inside the room to watch you hastily pack your things. “Please, wait. I-I’m an idiot. You were right. I tried to get my dad’s approval and I said all those stupid things.”
“It was only the truth?” you shrug. “I’m an omega for hire. You paid me. End of story.”
“What if I don’t want our story to end yet?” he carefully approaches you. Dean takes the clothes out of your hands to toss them into your suitcase. “Can we…I mean…would you…?”
“I want to go now. You made me feel uncomfortable and I won’t have this,” you are adamant about your rules. “No one has the right to make me feel like you did. I thought you can be a good alpha. I was wrong…”
Dean paces in front of your office, clutching the flowers he bought for you to his chest.
“I will go in there and tell her how I feel,” he whispers to himself. “Just don’t tell her right away that you want her to stop meeting up with other alphas for money. She’s an independent woman, Dean.”
“Will you stop talking to yourself and finally enter the building?” Sam cocks a brow as his brother looks at the flowers one last time. “The flowers are beautiful, you look good, and your speech is…well…just don’t talk too much”
“Shut up bitch. I need to get this right and ask her out,” Dean places his hand on the doorhandle, sighing deeply. “What if she says no?” he looks over his shoulder. “Sammy?”
“Christ, go in there and tell her you are sorry for being a douche. You must tell her that you fell in love with her the first time you laid eyes on her. Just don’t mention you’d like to give her pups,” making a face Dean enters the building, nervous as hell.
“Hello, what can I—?” you splutter as none other than Dean steps inside your office. “What do you want here? I’ll not pay you your money back.”
“No—no!” he stretches his arm out to show you the flowers. “For you, Y/N. I came here to apologize again. You must know that I…” Dean stands in your office, at a loss of words. “I kinda love you.”
“What?” you blink a few times. Did Dean Winchester just tell you that he loves you? “Is this some kind of joke?”
“You drive me crazy. Anytime I close my eyes I see you, your smile, and what’s worse, everything seems to smell like you,” he pushes the flowers in your hands. “I came here to say I’m sorry and that I will try to be the best alpha for you. Would you give me the honor to go out with me?” He gives you puppy dog eyes, whining as you shake your head. “Please.”
“No. You didn’t earn to go out with me yet,” you turn around to ignore his low wails. “Come back when you are ready to court for an omega as you should. Until then, leave me alone.”
Dean came back. Day by day over the last six months. He begged, pleaded, and offered anything coming to his mind to make you cave in.
“How about I let you drive my car,” he winces as you purse your lips. God, how you love the alpha is putty in your hands. “Y/N?”
“I can drive your Baby,” Dean reluctantly nods. He hates to let you drive his car but is willing to pay the price to get you to talk to him. “Hmm…fine. You are allowed to ask me out after I drove your car.”
You hold out your hand for the keys, smirking as Dean grumbles under your breath.
“What was that?” you smirk at Dean. “Did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he says. “I said nothing.”
“That was awesome,” you exclaim while slowing down the car. Dean releases a shuddery breath. He almost clawed at the seat as you drove a little too fast. “Damn, what a car.”
“You almost killed us there, Y/N,” chuckling you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean closer to Dean. “I mean it!”
“I want to go out with you tonight. My favorite restaurant, at eight. You will pay for my food, but I’ll pay for the ice cream we will get later,” pecking his cheek you giggle as he purrs low in his throat. “Don’t be late.”
“What? I,” you are gone before Dean can stop you. “She loves me too…she wants me to give her pups. I just know it…”
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No Filter
Title: No Filter
Square filled for @spnabobingo: Angst
Summary: Soulless Sam has no filter and likes to reveal the truth.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Other pairings: mentions of Alpha!John Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of abandonement, a/b/o, implied claiming, mentions of sex, mentions of polyamory, soulless Sam being a douche, implied cheating
Words: 3,3 k
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Y/N, what do you want here,” Sam sighs deeply. He runs one hand down his face while the girl in front of him hastily tugs his cock back in his pants. “I’m kinda busy here.”
“You’re still my alpha!” you sniffle, eyes filling with fresh tears. “I was worried and followed you. I wanted to make sure you are safe.”
“I’m not your alpha,” the tall alpha grunts as the girl he wanted to bang stumbles out of his motel room. “Get it into your thick skull, you are not my omega.”
"Stop being cruel on purpose, Sam,“ whimpering you watch Sam step closer. “I know losing your soul changed you, but this is inexcusable!”
“I’m not the cruel one here, Y/N,” his eyes soften for the blink of an eye. “The real Sam and his family are the cruel ones. They pretend to care for you all the while you were only their rut bunny. John. Sam. Dean. They should’ve let you go and find an alpha caring for you. One that will offer home, safety, and pups to you.”
“Yes, you are cruel. If only your daddy was still around. He wouldn’t allow you to treat me like that,” Sam huffs now.
“Omega, your alpha daddy was the worst of all of us. The moment you weren’t around he mounted every pussy he could get his hands on. Omegas. Betas. Alphas. He didn’t care for you at all,” Sam roughly cups your chin to force you to meet his hazel eyes.
“He cared for me. Don’t lie. Sam did too,” it’s hard to face the ugly truth. Sam ain’t wrong. You could smell other omegas on John’s clothes once in a while but didn’t think much about it. He helped people, and people hug hunters to thank them.
“Sam left for Stanford and forget about you the moment some omega bitch gave him bedroom eyes. He fucked Jess for years and the moment she died, you spread your legs for him like an obedient omega.”
“You’re cruel,” you whimper as he dips his head to lick the tears off your cheek. “Sammy was…no he’s a good man.”
“No, he’s not. Just like Dean. Your hero with shiny armor and with a black horse,” the hunter sneers as you whimper Dean’s name. “Don’t you get it? Sam left you without looking back. John, he didn’t give two shits about you. He left you and Dean for months, knowing what this means during your heat. And Dean?” Now Sam chuckles darkly. “The moment I, or rather your Sammy jumped into the pit, he upped and left to live with some beta bitch.”
“I—" you push against Sam’s chest to bring distance between you and the angry alpha. “You. I.” You shake your head, not wanting to accept the truth about your alphas.
“We never made any promises as none of us wanted to give you false hope. Well, we didn’t tell you the truth either. Eager to keep our rut bunny around. Sam may not have cared about you and was too chicken to tell you the truth. I’m not. You should pack and leave. Go out there and find a nice guy.”
“Go out there,” glancing at the door you sigh deeply. It’s been years since you’ve been on your own. After John died you were with his sons. Dean left you after Sam jumped into the pit, so you went to Bobby’s to stay with the hunter. Now you’ve got the feeling none of your so-called friends ever even cared for you. “You should go after the girl. Maybe she’s still in the mood. The girl seemed to be head over heels for you.”
You turn to leave, shaking your head as all the things Sam just revealed crash down on you. “Thank you for your honesty, Sam. You’re not the man I knew,” you look over your shoulder to give the hunter a sad smile, “but for the first time since you lost your soul, I’m glad you aren’t him. He would’ve led me on forever, just like the rest of you.”
“I suggest you don’t come back,” Sam eagerly opens the door for you to get rid of the omega getting on his nerves for months. You are clingy and always try to get his attention. “Find a knot and ride it until you get round with their pups…”
“Boys, good to see you,” Bobby greets the Winchesters. Sam scowls, not wanting to join forces with an old hunter barely able to stay alive on his own. “Where’s Y/N?”
“What? I thought she’s with you,” Dean gasps as the elder hunter frowns deeply. “Sam made her leave and I thought she will seek shelter at your house again. I wanted to come around, but you know, hunt after hunt came in my way.”
“Sure. Another hunt, just like with your daddy,” the hunter scrunches up his nose. He shakes his head, hoping you are alright. “You better pray the girl is safe. She’s family to you.”
“No, she’s not,” Sam casually says. “What?” He cocks a brow as Dean growls at him. “It’s true. John brought her around to have someone during our ruts. She’s a good rut bunny, nothing else.”
“You are disgusting,” both Winchester snap their heads toward Bobby as the elder hunter growls in their direction. “The girl saved your asses in more than one way. I’m glad her daddy ain’t around anymore because he would’ve beat you into a bloody pulp for talking like that about his daughter.”
Bobby looks at Sam for a moment. He dips his head, and grumbles under his breath before, to both Dean and Sam’s surprise, Bobby lunges forward to punch Sam’s face. “What the fuck!”
Bobby may be an old geezer, but damn him, he can throw a punch. Sam stumbles backward, holding his jaw as Bobby points his gun at the boys he considers family.
“I was wrong. Family ends in blood,” Bobby sadly says. “I thought you are better than that. I believed and had hoped you will make Y/N your omega one day and settle down. I wish I didn’t hear this. If you don't give a fuck on Y/N, I do. I’ll look for the girl…”
“Bobby, how’d you find me here?” you watch the elder hunter walk into the dingy bar. “I tried to stay under your radar.”
“No one stays under my radar, girl,” Bobby sits next to you. He spent the last months looking for you. He asked everyone owing him a favor for help to finally find you. Six months later. “I’m glad you’re still alive.”
“I can take care of myself. I don’t need an alpha ordering me around to stay alive,” the hunter nods. “I didn’t mean you, Bobby.”
“It’s alright, kid. I heard what Sam said back then,” you shrug, not wanting to remember the night Sam made you leave. “He’s got his soul back a few months ago, ya know.”
“Who cares?” voice cracking you glance at the drink in front of you. “His soulless version was right. None of them ever cared for me. John left me and Dean to hunt that demon. Sam left for Stanford. And Dean left me for that beta Lisa.”
“Sorry, kid,” again you simply shrug. “How about you come with me and stay at my place for a while.”
“I’m good, Bobby. Really,” you give your old friend a cracked smile. “I know you mean well, but I need to finally live my own life. John, Sam, and Dean dictated my life for far too long. If anything, Sam did me a favor by chasing me away. I’m not their omega and never will be.”
“If you ask me, they are too afraid to commit to you,” Bobby orders a beer while you stare at the drink, considering your friend’s words. “Maybe they will see what they are missing out if you contact them.”
“What for? I will only find them balls deep in yet another girl that isn’t me. Sam was right. They only came to me during their ruts or to release steam after a rough hunt. I’m not a sex toy for them to use to get off.”
“Do you want me to shoot them?” you chuckle now. “I’ll do it for you, kid. Just tell me so. I’m old, but still dangerous and deadly.”
“If Sam got his soul back, he could’ve tried to reach out for me. We both know Sam is damn good at finding people. Dean is annoying as fuck if he wants to find someone,” you down the drink, slamming the glass onto the counter as the burning liquid runs down your throat. “They just don’t want to find me. Poor little boys losing their toy.”
“Y/N,” Bobby doesn’t have it in him to lie to you. “I think they are missing you; Y/N. Dean was talking about you last time I saw them. Give it a thought.”
“No,” you stay adamant. “I made up my mind almost a year ago. I depended far too long on the Winchesters. I had hoped that they will claim me one day. Foolish of me to believe, that they want more than to use my body. If you see them, don’t mention you saw me, Bobby. You owe me that much.”
You peck Bobby’s cheek before you turn to leave. “Kid, call me if you ever want a place to stay or need my help.”
You meet Bobby again almost a year later. The world is once again on the verge of destruction, and he asks you to help the Winchesters and him to bring a creature called Dick down.
At first, you chuckled at the stupid name but ended up screaming as one of those monsters got his teeth out and tried to eat you.
Now you are on your way to meet up with the Winchesters. “How do you feel, kiddo?”
“I’m holding up just fine,” you look out of the window, sighing deeply. “I’m on my way to my former lovers to join them on a hunt for some guy called Dick. Isn’t that hilarious, Bobby? The big bad monster named himself Dick.”
“I think he simply ate Dick Roman, kid,” laughing you look at Bobby. He gives you a cracked smile, knowing this is a whole new level of evil. “Sorry for dragging you into this shit, Y/N.”
“Well, it’s kinda a tradition that we all gather around the Winchesters close to another apocalypse. One they likely caused themselves,” this time you press your forehead against the cool window.
“It was Castiel and Crowley setting them free this time. At least we’ve survived so long to find out what they are. We just need to find a weapon to kill the big boss,” Bobby makes the impossible task sound so easy.
“I guess we should hurry in that case. We don’t want those monsters to eat all the people on the planet, and all the little pets we like so much,” you grumble as the hunter chuckles at your words.
“Where do we go from here?” you look at the pyre feasting on Bobby’s body. It wasn’t long after you reunited with the Winchesters, that yet again, a good friend died in the line of fire. “Bobby is dead. We are not a single step closer to bringing Dick Roman down, and I got no clue why I’m even here.”
“I don’t know where we go from here,” Dean speaks up, grasping for your hand but you step away, shaking your head. “But I rather have you with us until the very end than longing for you.”
“Dean is right, Y/N,” Sam stiffly stands next to his brother, not daring to get close to you. He just stands there, longingly looking at you. “We should at least stay together.”
Staying together wasn’t the problem for you and the Winchesters.
It’s rather that the moment Sam plunged the bone sideways through Dick’s neck, you got sucked into the purgatory with the monster you wanted to kill.
Now, almost five months later you are still on the run, and in need of a break. Dean is pushing you forward while Sam makes sure to have your back.
You found an ally, a vampire on your way, but you still do not trust the sucker.
“We need to get rid of that omega scent,” the vampire says once again. He doesn’t like that you draw too much attention toward your little group. The monsters can scent you from a mile and that makes it harder to stay alive.
As if running from monsters all the time wasn’t worse enough.
“Say that again, and you’ll lose your head, vampire. No one touches my omega,” Sam immediately steps in front of you to shield you. “Try me.”
“Sammy, he didn’t mean it that way. He’s not wrong. We need to cover her scent,” Dean interjects, not wanting to fight with their only ally. “Let’s hide at the cave we found an hour ago. We can go back there and cover her scent with mud and—”
“We should cover her scent with ours,” the younger alpha growls in Benny’s direction. “You will stay outside the cave and make sure no monster comes close to us.”
“Sam,” the elder hunter huffs as you angrily glare at them, “I don’t think Y/N wants to smell like us.”
“We’ve got no other choice. This is not negotiable, Y/N,” you snarl in Sam’s direction, even though, you know it’s the only way to keep you safe. “You can hate this and us as much as you want to, but your alphas will protect you at all costs.”
You hate this.
Hate that you are bathing in their attention and purr in delight as both alphas rub their scent into your skin. “Just relax, mega,” Dean purrs in your ear as he tries to put even more of his scent on you.
“I think this is enough, Dean,” Sam shudders as you mewl lowly. “We should stop before we do something we’ll regret.”
“Yeah, touching me and making me happy would be so wrong,” you sit up, shuddering as you feel cold and lost without the alphas touching you. “I rather die than do this again.”
“She still smells like us,” sniffing at your neck Dean hums happily. “This should keep the monsters away from her for a while.”
“For a while,” Benny sneers. “Your scent will fade away soon enough and we start to run in circles again. Mate her or kill her. That’s the only way. It’s cruel to leave her unmated in this world. With your marks on her neck, she will be a lot safer.”
“Yeah, this won’t happen,” you snap at Benny. “They didn’t claim me before all of this happened, and they won’t do it now. Keep me safe? Sure. Dean and Sam don’t give a shit about me, Mr. Sucker. Now, if you want to set me free, rip my throat out.”
“NO!” Sam growls lowly. “If you dare to get close to my omega I’ll kill you. Get away from her.”
“Sam, this is not the time to act out. You should act like you used to do and just ignore me until you need to put your knot somewhere,” the alpha sniffs in your direction. “Sam, I mean it.”
“Sammy, we need to calm down, okay. I can already feel my rut, and you are no better. We can’t give in to our instinct in this fucked up world,” Dean says, but steps closer to you to bury his face in your neck. “She still smells like us. This should be enough to get closer to the exit.”
“I hope so, Dean,” the vampire wields his weapon. “If not I’ll show mercy and kill the omega to keep the monsters from feasting on her…”
Another two months later you lie between your alphas, hating that you seek their closeness. You didn’t have much of a choice left. Dean and Sam claimed you in a hurry and mated with you to keep you safe.
Now you are trapped with the alphas refusing to claim you for so long. “Sleep,” Sam mumbles behind you. “You need to sleep omega. Tomorrow will be exhausting.”
“Omega, listen to Sammy,” Dean turns around to sniff at your neck. He needs to calm his alpha before he leaves your hideout and takes the next shift. “I’ll be right back.”
“Be careful,” you grab his wrist. “Don’t do anything reckless and run off to hunt a monster again. We need to stick together. The exit is so close.”
“I know,” he pecks your temple, making you both, grunt and purr as your omega still yearns for your alphas. “Sammy will keep you save.”
“I can—” all the things you want to say would only cause another fight. So, you bite your tongue and swallow your pride. “Fine. I’ll stay with Sam while you are away.”
“If this is over, we will look for a safe place…”
It was almost three weeks later that you set foot onto holy ground, or rather you got back to your world. A hard fight, your united strength, and you hate to admit it, Benny, got you out of the purgatory.
Now you are roaming the bunker, a building you found on your hunt for yet another demon. You barely were back to reality before the world needed you once again.
“Uh-I think this is a good place for our omega,” Dean comes back from his tour, shotgun still in his hands. “It’s safe, Sammy. We got electricity, water, and heating. Damn, there is a kitchen too.”
“So, this is a secret hideout for the men of letters,” you glance around the hallways, wanting to explore this place too. “What do we want to do first?”
“I’ll check on the rooms, you will stay with me the whole time,” rolling your eyes at Sam’s overprotectiveness you decide to just give in for now. Fighting with two alphas is exhausting. “Let’s go.” Sam holds out his hand and you take it, sighing as you would like to just yell at him.
“Maybe we should talk first. Y/N wanted us to talk about what happened in Purgatory,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “We claimed her and never talked about it.”
“She’s our omega. It was long overdue that we claimed her. If my soulless version did anything right, it was to tell her that we were awful alphas. Y/N belongs to us for the longest time,” looking down at you Sam smiles softly. “We always wanted to claim you but were too afraid to put you in danger.”
“Sammy’s right,” Dean swallows thickly when you hold out your hand for him. “I’m sorry for leaving you back then. I felt guilty and didn’t want to claim what should’ve been mine and Sammy’s. I was an idiot and an insensitive asshole.”
“I left for Stanford without looking back. I wanted to be free and hurt you deeply,” Sam cups your face. “I’m sorry too.”
“We need to find a way to handle our situation,” you glance at Dean. “You claimed me, and we mated. There may be consequences.”
“Consequences?” Sam’s eyes immediately drop to your middle. “Fuck, Dean…”
“Yeah, fuck,” the elder alpha smirks and you give him a dirty look. “Maybe we got our omega full of pups.”
“Can we go back to talking about the bunker, our relationship, and the two of you being insensitive assholes?”
“Okay, let’s sit down and talk then,” Dean pecks your cheek. “We promise to be better alphas from now on. If anything good came out of our time at purgatory, it’s that we finally admitted that we want you.”
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A gentle scent
AFGO Square Filled: Alpha!Dean Winchester @afgomegaversebingo
SPNABOBINGO Square Filled: First Rut @spnabobingo
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Word Count: 2,5 k
Summary: Dean needs an omega. There is only one place Sam can take him to.
Warnings: angst, language, first rut, late bloomer, dirty talk, cocky reader, needy Dean, Beta turns out to be alpha, true mates, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, implied knotting/claiming, light oral (fem rec), mentions of prostitution (kinda)
A/N: none
Rating: Explicit
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Four days earlier, …
“I’m telling you, man, I feel odd. I got this tingling in my crotch and, I hate to tell you so, but I can smell you, Sammy,” Dean grumbles, as he noses his way up to his brother’s back. “You reek like alpha and omega pussy. Did you do more than get information from that girl at the bar?”
“Dean, what the fuck!” Sam jumps back, growling as his brother’s eyes begin to glow. “Fuck, you look like an alpha, Dean.”
“That’s nonsense. I’m beta all my life. You know that” scrunching up his nose Dean takes a step away from his brother. “You should have a shower, is all. Big guy, big smell.”
“Dude, this is,” the younger brother huffs. “Let me check on you. You act like an alpha, Dean. Maybe you are a late bloomer?”
“Sammy, I’m thirty-two. No alpha presents at that age. This is nonsense. I bet that cute bartender gave me a cold or something. Damn, she was so freaking hot,” Dean croons. He frowns deeply, hating his brother snickers. “Fuck, what is wrong with me?”
“You just crooned, Dean,” Sam deadpans, as his brother points a finger at him. “Maybe the witch last month cursed you?”
“Now I’m cursed? First, you accuse me of turning into an alpha and now you are telling me a witch we ganked weeks ago cursed me?”
“Just saying, you act strange. You sniff at me, my clothes. Your room looks like you are waiting for an omega to step inside,” Dean grits his teeth as his brother mentioned the dirty clothes and food Dean hides in his room. “Dean, you made a nest on your bed. That’s an indication that you are close to going feral. You need an omega.”
“Fuck! No! I don’t want one…”
Now, ...
“A gentle scent,” Dean can barely stand. He leans against the wall next to a red door, panting heavily as he tries to fathom what’s going on with his body. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Sammy. You brought me to this pseudo cathouse. Dude, all of those girls spread their legs for any alpha in a rut. I don’t wanna have my first time with a prostitute.”
“You’ve got not much of a choice, Dean. None of the omegas at the bar wanted to go home with you, an inexperienced alpha. Brother, you are aggressive and deep in your rut. Hell, you almost attacked me,” Sam sighs deeply as his brother struggles to stay upright. “They know how to handle an alpha in a rut.”
“I don’t care, Sammy. Bring me back to the bunker. I’ll sit this out,” he gives his brother a weak smile. “It’s my first rut, right? It won’t kill me.”
“Hello, what?” you stop in your tracks when you find two alphas in the dark alley. You wonder what they are up to, hand creeping toward the hidden knife in your back pocket. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
“Oh, do you—” the taller one clears his throat, “ahem, are you working here, miss? My brother is deep in his first rut. He needs help.”
“Fuck, wait,” in a split-second, you move toward the sick alpha to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “He’s burning up. How old is he?”
“Sammy, don’t,” Dean huffs as you move your hands to his side to steady the sick alpha. “I can make it without a willing girl wanting to take knot for money.” The bastard smirks as you lean closer to sniff at him. “Smell something you like?”
“Dirt, booze, sweat, and desperation,” you retort, mirroring his smirk. “If you want to die, fine by me. But if you want to survive this night, follow me home.”
“Follow you home?” the alpha watches you hand Sam a piece of paper before you step away from the alpha in a rut. “Hey, where do you think you’re doing? You can’t just come here, sniff at me and leave.”
“I can and just did,” blowing Dean a kiss you walk off, swaying your hips. “Oh, and just you know. The club is closed for the time being. They had a vermin plague.”
“Vermin plague?” Sam asks. “Wait! My brother still needs help. We will pay you more than the usual price. Please.”
“Not interested. If he needs help, your brother should look for a rut motel. That’s more his style…”
“No. I won’t knock. That’s what she wants,” Dean’s legs are about to give in. His eyes glow and he grits his teeth as he catches your scent. “Fuck, she smells so good…too good.”
“Go there and knock at her door,” Sam grunts, pushing his brother toward your door. “Do you want to die? You’re too old to survive the first rut without an omega. That woman is your only hope. If she’s willing to help you. Call me if you need more money.”
“I hate her,” the alpha stubbornly replies. “I hate being a slave to my instinct. This is shit, Sammy. I want to go home and have some pie not lick a stranger’s pussy.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Sam points at the door. “Go in there and knot that omega. Give it to her good. Let your alpha take over.”
“Dude. That’s just gross,” scrunching up his nose Dean looks at his brother. “You can’t just tell me to have sex…”
“Hello there,” you lean in your doorframe to eye Dean up and down. “What can I do for you? You don’t look too good. It’s been another rough night, huh?”
“How much for knotting?” Dean pants heavily. He’s ready to just pounce on you and knot the life out of you. “Hurry up. Just tell me how much a night will cost me.”
“Aw, sweet alpha,” chuckling you pat Dean’s cheek. “All you had to do was ask nicely and come here. This is your first time, huh? How old are you, sweet cheeks?”
“Ask nicely?” he grumbles. “I’m dying in front of your door, sweetheart. Can I please come in and knot you for money? We can talk later.”
“No,” you coo.”
“No? But you said—” Dean gasp as you roughly cup his crotch to squeeze his painfully hard cock. “What?”
“Come in. Get out of your clothes, and give me that cock,” you fist his jacket roughly to drag him into your apartment. “I hope you’ve got a knot worth my time.”
He follows you inside like a puppy, purring and crooning as you unbutton your blouse on your way to the bedroom. “Nice home. How long do you live here?”
“Do you want to have a date or knot me, alpha?” he growls as you shimmy out of your skirt, smirking to yourself. “Come on. Be more vocal.”
“I wanna knot you,” Dean is on you before you reach your bedroom door. He’s pressing you against the wall, sniffing along your neck while his hands paw at your chest. “Give me that cunt. I want to fuck you, knot you, and mark you with my cum.”
“All you had to do was ask,” you repeat, chuckling as he kneels behind you to bury his nose in your cunt, inhaling deeply. “Go ahead, have a taste.”
“You’re going to be mine tonight. I’ll slide right into your slicked cunt and make you scream my name,” he grunts, teeth gathering your panties to drag them down your ass. “Sweetheart, you’re a dripping mess.”
“I have a thing for virgins, sweetie,” you press your pussy into his face mewling as he begins to lap at your pussy. “I never had an alpha who never knotted an omega before. Makes me all tingly.”
“What are you talking about, woman! I’m not a virgin.” he gets up from the ground, standing behind you, lips pressed to your ear. “This is all so frustrating.”
“Do you want to have fun now or not,” you twirl around to cup the back of his neck. “Yes or no.”
“I need you,” he whimpers as you move your other hand to his crotch to gently run it up and down his cock. “Please. This is—I never.”
“You need to knot me good, huh?” husking the words against his lips you give in to your needs. “I smelled you at that bar, but you were gone before I had the chance to have a taste of you.”
“You stalked me?” he easily lifts you off of your feet, smirking as you eagerly wrap your legs around his waistline to let him carry you into the bedroom. “Shit, you’re as needy as I am, ‘mega.” Dean mutters as you are busy grinding into him. “Don’t slick my pants.”
“Get out of your fucking clothes then and give me that knot,” it’s your turn to tug at his clothes, growling as he struggles to place you on the bed. “Now!”
“Lemme just…fuck!” you tug at each other’s clothing, tear the fabric off of your bodies to feel your skin pressed against his. “Shit, I wanna knot you so bad. Let me just get out of those fucking pants.”
He struggles to get his pants down, muttering and cursing under his breath while you already shimmy out of your panties and drop your bra to the ground. “Hurry up or I’ll start without you, alpha.”
You crook your finger, lure the alpha. “Fuck don’t do this. I-I can’t tame that beast inside of me. Damn, does an alpha feel like this close to an omega all the time,” he all but growls. Dean can barely think straight as he crawls between your spread legs. “Usually, I’ll take my time but I’m about to cum all over you.”
“Alpha, stop wasting more time,” you grasp for him, trying to drag the heavy alpha on top of you. He yelps as you move your hand to his cock to stroke him. “I need you inside of me.”
“You need me, sweetheart,” he grins down at you, forgetting that his alpha wants to take over, consume Dean’s mind and just live for his instinct. He wants to breed, knot and claim. “Mine, fucking mine.”
“What? Hey! Oh, fuck me,” your hands fly to his ass as he lines himself up, thrusting hard the moment the tip finds its goal. “Shit. Condom.”
“No time, ‘mega. Need to breed this cunt,” a throaty purr leaves Dean’s lips. He nuzzles his face in your neck, already moving before you get the chance to respond. “Your womb is going to be a warm place for my pups.”
“I don’t even know your name,” you’re a panting mess. “We should not plan to have pups, dude. Hurry up and make me cum.”
“You’re a demanding little omega,” he grunts in your neck. His lips ghost over your mating gland and you fear, he’s too lost in his instinct to stop himself from doing something stupid.
“Fuck me like an alpha. I deserve to get fucked well and rutted into. Now move your ass and make me cum,” you demand. “Harder. Faster.”
“Shit…omega. I’m gonna break ya if you don’t stop talking like this,” he rocks his hips faster, groaning as he feels his balls tightening. “I wanna knot this cunt and make you mine. I can’t hold it for much longer. You feel too good.”
“I-I’m close, please…” you fall faster than expected. It’s too late to stop Dean from coming inside when you feel the knot in your belly burst open. “Fuck…that was fast.”
“You are telling me…”
“Fuck, how’d I end up here,” he groans in your neck. “Oh, hello there…” Dean lifts his head to look at you lying underneath him, still sore from last night’s activities.
“Little puppy followed me home and wanted to knot me,” you push against his shoulders. “Get off me, you’re heavy. My legs are cramping, and I don’t feel my ass.”
“Little puppy…knot…oh…yeah,” Dean grins now, remembering the last night. “You begged me for more if I recall right.”
“I told you to get off me,” Dean doesn’t move an inch. He stays on top of you, grinning. “What?”
“You’re bossy, sweetheart. Last night you begged me to fuck you harder. Now you act as if you didn’t want my knot,” he finally rolls off you, groaning deeply. “Damn, being alpha is exhausting.”
“You really are a virgin,” you yawn as you lazily stretch your sore body. “You were still going at it after I passed out on you.” you hiss, feeling pain shoot through your neck. “WHAT THE FUCK!” you freeze when you move your hand to your neck.
“Huh? What’s wrong? Do you need more?” he jolts up on the bed to look at your naked body, smirking lazily. “I can go for another round, though.”
“Did you—did you bite me last night?” Dean struggles to take his eyes off your naked chest, humming as you grab his hand to press his fingers to the mark he left on your neck. “UH, a love bite. Is all. No worries.”
“No worries, asshat?” you punch his nose. “You fucker claimed me. That’s a permanent mark. Holy fuck! I don’t even know your name.”
“Name’s Dean,” clearing his throat Dean glances at the mark he left. “Can’t we undo this?” you gape at him, mouth hanging open at his stupid question. “I guess not…”
“No, we can’t undo this, you fucker! A claiming mark is permanent. We mated and now you,” falling back on your bed you groan deeply. “This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my week off. Fuck!”
“Week off?” he curiously watches you slam your fists into the mattress. “Sweetheart, are you on a vacation? I thought this is your apartment.”
“I kinda borrowed it…” you roll to your side. “I’m just rolling through town and…ya know. I was looking for fun and then I scented you.”
“Rolling through town,” he repeats your words. This time Dean sits a little straighter to look you up and down, smirking as his eyes land on a small, well-hidden anti-possession tattoo at your left inner thigh. “You’re a hunter.”
“And?”
“I’m a hunter too,” Dean huffs as you turn to pick your clothes up.
“I got that, idiot. The tattoo, your strength, the scars. I was horny, not stupid last night,” he chuckles at your comment. “What do you want to do now, genius. You just claimed me.”
“We could try to do it again…I mean the sex was good and I slowly get used to having a knot,” as you look over your shoulder Dean gives you puppy dog eyes. “There’s still a lot I do not understand.”
“Aw, my sweet innocent puppy wants me to teach him everything about his knot,” you coo. “Come here, sweet puppy. I’ll tell you about the bees and flowers…”
“Wait. What is she doing here?” Sam watches you toss your bags into the trunk of the Impala. “Dean, I said you shall knot her not bring her home.”
“I kinda claimed her, okay. Now shut up Sammy and let me bring my omega home…” Dean opens the door to the passenger seat for you, humming to himself as you pat his cheek.
“Thank you,” pecking his lips you smirk against him. “Sweet puppy…”
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Packs
Title: Packs
Square filled for @spnabobingo: Sloppy Seconds
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Your alphas like to fight for your attention…
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
Warnings: language, jealous omegas, pack dynamics, polyamory, two alphas/one omega, possessive alphas, a hint of dirty talk, voyeurisms, sloppy seconds, light smut, unprotected sex, harassing, a hint of breeding kink
Words: 1,2 k
2021 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Greedy bitch had to take away two of our most potent alphas,” one of the omegas snarls in your direction. She narrows her eyes when you lift your gaze to look her straight in the eyes. “Just look at her. Needy slut.”
“Susan, you shouldn’t mess with that omega,” her friend places her hand onto the angry omega’s shoulder. “She’s with the Winchesters. Means, she’s untouchable.”
“Must be a hell of a pussy she’s hiding underneath her too-short dress,” you watch the woman with amusement, smirking as she keeps on talking trash about you, your mates, and your bond. “How dare her to walk around town like a cat in heat, rolling over for every alpha crossing her path.”
Your smirk grows, and you chuckle lightly when her friend tries to stop her once again. “Sue, you really should stop talking now. That is enough. She’s mated to them, get over it. They chose her over all of us, not only you.”
“I bet she was in heat, and pretend to be vulnerable and soft,” Susan scoffs, now staring daggers into your skull. “She’s a dripping hole, nothing else. Winchesters don’t choose a mate for long. They use her and drop her like all the girls before her, Cara.”
“For fuck’s sake, stop talking,” Cara loses her shit, whining as someone chuckles behind her. “Fuck!”
“Oh, Cara,” the alpha purrs, large hand patting her shoulder, “you tried so hard to make her shut her mouth. What a pity she’s such a nasty bitch.”
“I’m so sorry, alpha prime,” all color drains from Susan’s face as she slowly turns around to face Dean Winchester. “Please…I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Good girl,” the alpha purrs. “Go, Cara. Your mother is waiting for you at her house. The full moon is coming closer. We all need to be prepared.”
“Yes…I’m sorry…” the omega won’t waste time. She runs out of the store, whining as she almost bumps into a beyond angry Sam Winchester. “Sorry…”
“How did you just call our omega?” Dean chuckles darkly as his tall brother steps toward Susan. He squares his shoulders, rising to his full height to look down at a trembling Susan. “I asked you a question, Susan!”
“Go easy on her,” you coo, giving her a dirty look. “She doesn’t know how good it feels to have two mates.”
“Sweetheart,” the elder brother takes a step toward the women talking low about you, “we were looking for the little bird talking shit about you for a few weeks. Let Sammy have his fun. He’s close to his rut and has the urge to defend you.”
“He’s such a good alpha,” sliding your fingertips over Sam’s back you croon for your alpha. “Don’t waste all of your energy on that woman. I have plans for tonight, alpha.”
“See Sammy, our omega has plans,” Dean cups your cheek softly. “Get it over with. Make her pee her pants and I’ll take care of the leftovers.”
“Alpha,” you lean into Dean’s touch, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your face, “you are so much better at controlling your anger.”
“Oh, baby,” he’s on you in a blink to press his lips to yours. His hands are all over you to roam your body and grope your flesh, “I’m the big bad wolf ready to rip anyone apart with my teeth if they get too close to you.”
“Dean is the worst,” Sam snickers as the woman harassing you not moments ago shrinks into herself. “Well, he’s not as bad as I am, little omega.”
“I’m sorry,” Susan cries. She’s trembling in fear now. Eyes glued to her shoes; her hands clutched to her chest, she doesn’t even recognize when you wrap your hand around Sam’s wrist.
“You will be sorry if I ever hear one bad word leave your lips again,” Sam raises his index finger at Susan, smirking. “I dare you to even look in her direction!”
“Yes—of course not. I will never look at her again,” Susan runs off, crying and screaming.
“Aw, I wanted to have a serious conversation with her too, Sammy. You always get all the fun,” Dean grumbles. “Next time, I will be the one scolding a bitchy omega!”
Sam smirks when you wrap your arm around his waistline. He always feels like he’s second-best when it comes to your bond. Dean is the eldest. He’s the leader of your little pack. Alpha Prime. The alpha claiming you first.
“I’m proud of you, alpha,” you coo, and Sam’s chest swells with pride. “Tonight, you’ll get a special treatment.”
“Fuck, that’s it, kitten,” Sam holds you down by your shoulders, smirking in the mirror as he admires himself. “You look so good full of my cock.”
“Yeah…yeah. She looks good in anything,” Dean snickers as he watches his brother have the first turn tonight. Most of the time, the elder alpha gets you first.
Tonight, you want to make Sam see that he’s as important to you as his brother.
“He feels so good, Dean,” you whine and moan, wiggling your hips. “Please tell him to let me cum. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Sammy is in charge of your body now, sweetheart,” Dean lies next to you to pat your head. “Does he fuck you good, huh? Is his big cock hitting all the right spots, baby?”
“Yes,” hissing you try to hold back your approaching orgasm. It’s an impossible task. Sam is like a man possessed tonight, ruts into you like there is no tomorrow. His large hands slide over your back, tickle your skin before he grips your waist. “So good…”
“You take me so well and deep, omega,” he holds you down, hips slamming into your ass. He croons, already feeling his orgasm approach. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel this cunt squeeze me tightly.”
“Baby, alpha…oh, Sammy,” you moan deeply, back arching as he fills you with his warmth. “Fuck, alpha. You are so good to me.”
“Yeah? Am I a good alpha?” Sam teases, sloppily thrusting into you until his cock softens. He stays inside, waits a little longer to makes space for his big brother. “Hear that Dean?”
“Sammy, stop,” the elder alpha warns, watching his brother pull out of you. Sam smirks as his large hand slaps your right cheek. “Don’t threaten my claim.”
“Boys, no fighting,” you look over your shoulder at Dean and Sam. “Dean, I wanna feel you too, baby.”
“Well, be my guest,” the younger alpha smirks. “Sloppy seconds for you this time…”
“So good…baby,” you wrap your legs tighter around Dean’s waistline, smirking as he gave in this time. You have him on top, not behind you and it makes your heart swell. “You are so deep inside of me.”
“Missionary,” the alpha on top of you grumbles, still, he moves his hips faster. “Out of all positions. I feel like a beta.” Dean mutters.
“Maybe you lost your mojo,” Sam laughs as you dig your nails into Dean’s back and the soles of your feet into his ass to keep him from slipping out of you. “First sloppy seconds, then missionary. You are turning into a beta…”
“Shut up bitch,” he moves faster, eyes trained on you underneath him. “I’m gonna cum inside of her, breed our omega. She will have my pups first. This position makes it easier to get her pregnant.”
“No fight—” you run your nails down Dean’s back, shuddering through your orgasm. Your words die in your throat and you can only moan your alpha’s name. “Stop fighting.” You pant as Dean looks down at you with darkened eyes. “I’m yours.”
“You’re ours,” Dean assures you and his brother. “Always ours…the omega of our pack...”
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Belong
Title: Belong
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester
Written for: @spnabobingo
Square filled: Oral Sex
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~900
Summary: You belong with him.
Warnings: angst, language, oral sex, voyeurism, sex party’s a/b/o style, dom!Dean, sub!Reader, nakedness, protective Dean, dirty talk, praise kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, fluff, aftercare, cuddling & snuggling, scenting, use of safe word, mentions of breeding parties (we will get back to that topic in another fic...)
A/N: This story belongs to my pack collection.
2021 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Slow. Take your time,” he looks down at you, proudly puffing his chest. “Show them who you belong to.” Your alpha runs his hand over your head, gently patting you. “You’re such a good girl for me, my pretty girl. Go slow and remember our safety tap.”
You should be ashamed and scared to be half-naked and vulnerable in front of your alpha’s pack. You aren’t. Dean would never allow anyone to hurt you or take advantage of his omega. And this is what you wanted.
You want to be a part of his world, so you slowly start to bob your head and enjoy having the attention of all the alphas in his pack.
“You and I, sweetheart. There is no one else in this room,” he nods as you stop your motion, smiling softly to give you the chance to stop. “If you want to go, tell me so.”
You batt your eyelashes, mumbling around his twitching cock. For a moment you just hold his gaze before your eyes flutter shut.
“She’s so sweet and obedient,” the eldest alpha purrs as you gently cup your alpha’s balls to massage them. “I like her ass. Did you already have a taste?” John looks at your ass barely covered by a pair of red lace panties. “I bet she’s tight.”
“You wanted to get to know the girl belonging to me. No questions. No touching. No jerking off while she sucks my dick,” his emerald eyes darken, and you smile around him. “She agreed to get to know all of you and come to one of our parties. I never said I’ll share.”
“Fuck, she takes all of him down her throat,” you feel a presence behind as you slowly move back and forth. The alpha pats your head and you freeze as Dean’s eyes narrow. A deep guttural noise leaves his lips. He grits his teeth and snarls in the man’s direction. “I’d die to have a taste.”
“Hands off, Sam,” John grunts. “Sit over here and enjoy the show. No touching another alpha’s omega without his allowance. Dean said his omega is off-limits. You know the rules of the pack.”
You hear the other omegas purr behind you and the sound of a zipper coming down.
“Fuck, that’s it, slut. Take my cock down your throat like Dean’s perfect omega,” Sam grunts, frustrated. “If I can’t have her, all of you will get a load tonight. A shame Dean. She would’ve made the cutest noise while being sandwiched between us…”
Dean softly smiles as you struggle to move slow. You want to make him feel good and show his pack no one can make you feel better than you do.
You whine, releasing Dean’s cock. Tears well up to your eyes as you kneel in front of your alpha. It’s all too much out of a sudden. Sam’s words sent you spiraling and now, you don’t feel safe any longer.
“Red,” you breathe, and Dean immediately scoops you into his arms to bring you out of the room. “I’m sorry…so sorry…”
“All is good, sweetheart,” he kisses your hair, whispering soothing words. “Shit, I knew this would be too much. I didn’t want to overwhelm you, omega. I told you this is in the past. No more parties.”
“I-I wanted to know how it feels and what you felt,” you hide your face in his neck to eagerly inhale his scent. “I failed you. I’m sorry.”
“You did well, Y/N. I failed you. I shouldn’t have brought you here in the first place,” Dean walks a little faster to reach your shared room. “You’re safe with me.”
“I know,” you cry, hoping Dean will forgive you for failing him. “I just wanted to make you proud. Now everyone will believe I’m…”
“I will stop you right there,” he fumbles with the door handle, grunting as he opens the door, slamming it shut. “You did not fail me, baby girl. I failed you. This. These parties are in the past. I told you about all of this to give you choice. I wanted you to know about my past, not for you to join one of the breeding parties.”
“Oh,” you sniffle in his neck. “I thought…I mean…I wanted to do this for you, Dean. It was kinda arousing to feel their eyes on me but—"
“We will never do this again, omega,” Dean carefully places you onto the bed, immediately looking you all over. He kisses your temple, humming as you cover his hand with yours. “I’ll prepare a warm shower. I love you. You’re safe with me. How do you feel?”
“Better. Safe,” you whimper. “Loved. Warm.”
“Good girl. My beautiful girl,” he kisses your face, neck, and lips. “I love you so much, omega. My mate. My love.”
“So pretty and soft for me,” you mewl, enjoying the little praises leave his lips.
He helped you have a warm shower and wrapped you into one of his plaids. Now you are curled in his side, head resting on his chest.
One big warm hand runs up and down your back as he mumbles soft praises.
“Dean, I’m sorry. I should’ve known better than to agree to attend one of those parties. This is just not for me. I only want you to breed me.”
“Sweetheart, my love,” he purrs, eyes dilated as he looks down at you in his arms, “I’m gonna breed you soon. Your heat is due, and I promise, you’ll be full of my children at the end of your cycle…”
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A dream comes true - Kinktober 20
Title: A dream comes true
Square Filled for @spnabobingo (Round 6): Breeding Kink
Kink: Pregnancy Fetishism
Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: You let Dean’s dream come true.
Warnings: a hint of angst, language, overprotective Dean, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, nesting, pregnant omega, horny dog Dean, breeding kink, light smut, Dean’s PoV, violence, blood
Word Count: 913
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Kinktober 2021
<< Part 1
Dean’s PoV
“I said, keep your hands off my mate,” Y/N whimpers in distress behind me. She hates it when I get into a fight.
Months ago, she would’ve stood her ground and punched that douche’s face, but she’s heavily pregnant and mated to me. It’s my job to protect my omega, our pups and I won’t back down.
“She looked my way. What can a man do if a nice piece of omega is ready to get bred again,” the bastard dares to smirk at me, eyes still glued to my mate behind my back.
“Don’t you have no shame? Going after a pregnant omega!” I growl like a feral animal, try to make the grinning alpha see he doesn’t stand a chance against me. “Get out of my face or I swear.”
“Alpha,” my mate’s soft voice reminds me I cannot get aggressive right in front of her. “Punch his ugly face,” Y/N says, and I chuckle. Any other omega would’ve held me back, but my girl cheers for me.
Before the guy can open his mouth again, he’s missing three teeth and spits blood. He struggles to stay upright, swaggering slightly when I take another step toward him.
“Not so cocky anymore, huh?” I’m usually not the kind of guy making fun of a weaker opponent but, the alpha had it coming. I push him away from me, making sure there is enough distance between him and my mate. “Stay away from my omega.”
“Dean,” I can hear a low purr leave my omega’s lips and wonder if she got aroused watching me punch that sonofabitch’s face. She wraps her hand around my wrist, squeezing hard. My omega is still freaking strong, a fighter like me. “Let’s go home. You fought well and won. My strong alpha.”
“Your strong alpha,” I watch my omega place my hand onto her huge belly. She smiles fondly, eyes filled with so much love when she looks up at me. “Only yours.”
“Only mine,” she breathes, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips. I smile back, remembering this is not the dream I didn’t want to leave.
This is real. This is my wife filled with my babies. This is my life now…
“Sweetheart, look at you,” I run my hands up and down her back while my hips slam into her at a pace making her mewl loudly.
Damn me, she’s so beautiful, sexy, and arousing while being pregnant.
I mean, my omega is sexy and beautiful all the time to me but since she’s pregnant I can barely keep my hands to myself. It drives me crazy that she’s filled with my babies, round and beautiful.
Y/N glows, her eyes shine, and … Who am I kidding? For the longest time, I imagined getting her full of my pups and marking her pretty neck. Now that she’s finally mine, and full of me, it’s like I’m hard all the time.
“Gonna breed this sweet cunt again…and again…and again,” I slow down a little, try to be gentle, even though, it’s hard to control myself while being inside of her perfect little pussy. “So, fucking good for me. I love to fill your pussy with cum. I will fuck another baby into you when they pop out of you.”
“OH fuck,” she comes with a curse and my name on her lips. Her warmth squeezes me tightly, milks me dry, making me moan loudly. “Dean, so good.”
“Yeah?” I laugh at her comment, but run my hands gently over her back, teasing her with featherlight touches. “How good?”
“Good enough to let you fill me up again, alpha,” she looks over her shoulder, smirking. “I mean we shouldn’t waste your cum.”
“Naughty little omega,” I growl, hands pawing at her hips. “I will fill you so good, Y/N…”
Hours later I’m still wide awake while Y/N is fast asleep. Her head rests on my chest, her right hand placed onto my heart as so many nights before.
Most of the days I cannot believe my dream came true. That Y/N is here, in my arms and pregnant with my children.
We are going to be a big happy family soon, and to be honest, Inside I'm scared.
Hell, I'm terrified.
But sometimes, all an alpha can do is to put on a brave face and pretend he doesn’t fear any monster he hunted years ago will go after his family, his wife … his children.
“Dean?” Y/N whispers, lifting her head to look up at me. “You need to sleep, alpha. I am safe with you, we are safe. This place is the safest in this world. Sam and Cas are out there too.”
“I will sleep later,” I peck her hair, smiling when she takes my hand to place it onto her swollen belly to let me feel our babies kick. “Sweetheart.”
“Dean, we got out of business two years ago. No demon, monster, or entity tried to go after us since then. We are careful, do not stray too far, and always keep an eye open. Now sleep, alpha,” she demands, poking her index finger into my chest. “Our nest is safe, alpha.”
“Yes, it is,” I nod, smiling at my mate. “Sleep, Y/N. Our babies will keep you awake if you do not rest now.”
She falls asleep moments later, seeking my warmth once again.
I don’t tell her I will watch over her sleep a little longer, to make sure they are safe…
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Wild mind
Title: Wild mind
Square Filled for @spnabobingo (Round 6): Jasmine/Garlic/Lemon & Onions
Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Rating: Mature
Summary: New to John’s pack you try to impress his eldest son. He doesn’t seem to be interested…
Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, mentions of shifting, pack dynamics, true mates, soul mates, scenting, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, courting
Word Count: 2,1 k
A/N: This is the alternative version to: Run Free
Divider by @firefly-graphics
2021 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist
You don’t know why, but since you joined John Winchester’s pack three months ago, your omega is drawn toward his eldest son.
With a food container in your arms, you walk toward the cabin, steeling yourself to talk to him today.
“You can do this, Y/N. You’re an omega, a nice one and he’s lucky to get you,” you recall the mantra Ruby taught you a few weeks ago. “He’s only a man and loves food. Go and get him, little wolf.”
Now you sneak toward his home ready to court for the alpha you want. “Do it, Y/N.” you stand in front of his door, mind racing and body shaking in anticipation.
You can hear voices come from inside and you freeze when you hear the alpha of the pack scold his son.
“Dean, she is courting for you. One day, you must give her an answer, son,” John tuts, smirking when his son glances at the socks you knitted for him. “The girl knitted, cooked, and baked for you. She wants to become your omega, and she’s a good choice.”
“Sir, she brought me pie, food, and knitted a scarf to impress you, not me. I will not mate that girl,” Dean says and all your hope dies. You glance at the food container with teary eyes. “Y/N will not become my mate.”
“DEAN!” you don’t want to hear the rest of the conversation, so you turn around, release a shuddery breath and a pained whine before you step away from the door to walk back to your cabin.
“Oh, Y/N! Food for Dean again?” Sam gives you a warm smile whilst his eyes are glued to the meal you prepared for his brother. “I wish someone would cook food for me.”
“Y-you can have it,” you push the food container into Sam’s hands. “I don’t need it anymore. Maybe you’ll like it. If not, just throw it away.”
“Why don’t you give it to Dean this time?” the younger brother worriedly watches you slump into yourself. You sigh deeply, and he knows, his brother must’ve fucked up big time.
“He doesn’t want me, Sam. I was a fool to believe courting for Dean was the right thing to do. What was I thinking?” you run off without giving Sam a chance to say something to soothe you.
“Uh—looks good, Sammy,” Dean licks his lips when his brother opens the food container. “Damn me, did Ruby finally learn how to cook for you?”
“Y/N made this,” Sam mutters. “She gave it to me after the shit you pulled. How could you tell her you don’t want her?”
“Y/N only wants to court for me to impress the packs’ alpha. An omega like her would never be interested in me. Look at her, she’s smart and beautiful. Why would she want a notorious loner like me?” the elder brother complains whilst his eyes drift back toward your food. “Gimme that food! It’s mine.”
“You are too stubborn and blind to see what’s right in front of you, Dean. Y/N doesn’t want to impress me, son,” John raises his voice to make his leadership known. “Do not reject her out of stubbornness.”
“I’m not stubborn,” Dean sniff at your food, inhales its scent and yours deeply. “I should at least have a taste. Don’t you think, Sammy?”
“That food looks damn good. Shit, I wish your mother would make me steak, beans, and mashed potatoes. She only makes green rubbish or orders food,” the alpha steps closer to the food box, mouthwatering at the sight in front of him.
“Mine,” Dean snarls, ready to defend the food you made for him. He glares at his father, followed by a dirty look in Sam’s direction. “I dare you to even sniff at my food.”
“Son, you can have her food every day if you get your shit together and court for her,” John steals a bean before he turns to leave. “Don’t be a fool, Dean.”
“…and some pain killers,” you point toward a shelf. Nervously glancing around the pharmacy, you hope none of your pack is around. You are about to break a rule and don’t want anyone to tell the alpha about it.
“Y/N, good to see you this morning. I wanted to talk to you about the full moon,” John’s eyes darken when you try to hide the suppressants in your hands. “I never thought you would be the one breaking my rules. Y/N, taking suppressants will make you slower and shifting will become more difficult and painful.”
“I—I’ve got no choice, alpha,” you whimper when John steps closer to you to take the suppressants out of your hands. “I had hoped an alpha will help me through my next heat, but no one wants me and...”
“This is about what Dean said, isn’t it?” John questions, surveying your reaction. “My son, he’s a grumpy fool when it comes to omegas. Don’t give up, doll. He needs a bit more time but he loves your food. Now go back home and I will talk to my son again.”
“It’s fine,” you wave John off. “If he’s not interested, I will try to find another alpha. I just need a break from courting. Cooking all night for an alpha rejecting you is exhausting.”
“Finally,” you shriek, shopping bags dropping to the floor when you see someone sit in your old armchair. “I thought you’ll never come home from your shopping tour.”
“I had to buy—” you frown, realizing you do not owe the alpha invading your home only to sit in your armchair, legs crossed, fingers impatiently tapping his knee an explanation. “Wait, I do not owe you an explanation. What are you doing in here?”
“You didn’t bring me food for three days,” Dean grumbles. “I’m used to your food, you enchanted me with its taste. Now I can’t eat anything else. You made me addicted to your food and now I’m on cold turkey.”
“I heard what you said,” you crouch down to check on your shopping bags. “Why would I bring you food if you don’t want me to court for you? I can’t waste my time on you.”
“Omega, I’m hungry,” he slowly gets up from the armchair to help you pick up the shopping bags. “UH—you could make me another pie…please.”
“I bet the omega you will choose can cook for you all day. I got a job and don’t have time to stay up late to cook for you!” Dean picks the shopping bags up, smirking when you give him a dirty look. “Hey, can you just not put your scent on everything in here?”
“Sorry, it’s too late to get rid of my scent,” the alpha waltzes into your kitchen to place the shopping bags onto the small kitchen counter. “I rubbed it into your sofa, your cushions, and your blankets.”
“What?” you splutter. “Why would you do things like that, Dean? You don’t want me to court for you.”
“I like your food,” he hastily unpacks your groceries, humming silently. “Steak, chicken, sweets, an interesting combination.”
“The full moon is close and I need more food before I shift. I get hungry like, well, a wolf,” you unpack the second bag, eyes glued to Dean. He checks on every item in the bag, approving you bought more meat. “I can unpack my bags too.”
“No, no. You cooked for me, I’ll help unpack your groceries, sweetheart,” your heart skips a beat, and you stop in your tracks to look at the alpha. Dean just called you sweetheart and acts like it’s nothing special. “Later we will talk about the full moon and shifting together.”
“Together?” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it. “I never shifted with an alpha before. Unmated omegas shift together to make sure no alpha takes advantage of our vulnerable state during shifting.”
“You’re not an unmated omega anymore,” he rounds the kitchen counter to have a look at your second shopping bag. “I’m officially courting for you. Now, what will we cook tonight? Your alpha is hungry.”
Dean stands next to you, eyes glued to your untouched mating gland. “I don’t understand. After all the things you said to your father…”
“Firstly, I don’t like people spying on me, and,” he stands behind you to cage your body between the kitchen counter and his chest, “you should’ve stayed for the rest of the conversation. I told my father that I don’t want you to court for me, as I believed you only want to impress him.”
“I did not want to impress the alpha,” you slam your fist onto the kitchen counter.
Dean doesn’t even flinch, but he smirks at your little outburst. He likes you are hiding your wild side behind a cute and shy façade.
“Hmm…if you did not want to get into my father’s good graces, you can cook and court for me again. I have missed your food, omega. Your poor alpha starved and you left him without food,” he’s pressing his chest to your back to look over your shoulder at the ingredients. “We can cook together too.”
“I—what?” you whimper. Having Dean so close, literally pressed to your body, is too much for you. “I don’t know.”
“Breathe, ‘mega,” the alpha whispers in your ear, hands running up and down your arms. “I will help you with dinner tonight.” His lips press against your mating gland, making you shiver. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Good, isn’t it?” Dean warily watches you take the first bite of the food he made for you. “I used the recipe you stuck to the fridge and added garlic and onions.”
“I taste lemon too, I like it very much,” you moan, savoring the taste. “Why did you come here, Dean? Is your father behind all this? Did he tell you about the suppressants and forced you to change your mind?”
“Suppressants?” the alpha drops his fork. “My omega will not take suppressants! I will not—no!” he growls low in his throat, eyes three shades darker now. “You’ve got an alpha taking care of your needs now. No more pills or crap.”
“I wanted to be prepared for my next heat. Without a mate, my heat is unbearable. I hate to be in pain,” you glance at Dean, lower lip trapped between your teeth.
He’s a tall and attractive alpha, his hands look strong enough to keep you safe and pin you to a bed, and his scent makes your body buzz.
“After dinner, we will talk about the full moon and shifting together,” Dean furrows his brows when you do not look at him. “Omega, I was talking to you.”
“Okay,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to be louder. The alpha seems to be angry about the mentioned suppressants and you don’t want to make him mad.
“Sweetheart, come here,” he puts the food aside to pat his thigh. “I think you need to calm down. Having your true mate around can be a bit overwhelming. Especially if he’s as hot as I am.”
“T-rue mate?” you slowly get up to walk toward Dean. “I felt odd close to you. There’s this warm feeling, and my heart races anytime I get a whiff of your scent.”
“You’re my omega,” he helps you sit on his lap. “Relax and scent me, Y/N. I know you need me to calm you. Just inhale my scent.”
Dean’s closeness calms you this time. His scent fills your senses, and you close your eyes to let his warmth surround you. “Smells good…like home.”
“You always smell like summer rain, jasmine, and fresh-cut grass,” he runs his hands over your back to touch any part of you he can reach. “One day, I almost pounced on you. I was close to my rut, but you just joined our pack, and I didn’t want to mate you in the middle of the street on the ground.”
“That would have been inappropriate and naughty...”
“Y/N, you don’t have to be nervous,” Dean leads you a bit further away from the rest of the pack. “We will shift together, and I’ll stay by your side.”
“You will be naked,” you giggle, hiding your face in his chest. “Me too.”
“I hope to get a glimpse of your cute ass,” he smirks, eyes roaming your body when you step away to kick your shoes off. “After this full moon, I’m going to mate you.”
“I know,” while Dean begins to strip his shirt off, you are too nervous to strip. “What if you don’t like my wolf? Maybe she’s not—” Dean presses his index finger to your lips, shaking his head.
“You’re mine, my sweet little wolf to devour. I will make you mine, omega. Now,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your ear, “run with me…”
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