#alpha dean angst

[holylulusworld]

Omega by nature

Summary: You're an omega by nature.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, chasing, a hint of fear, OOC Dean, character's death

Sequel to: Beta in heart

A/N: Part 2/3

A few minutes before Dean came back to the bunker, …

Your eyes snap open and you’re gasping for air. The first thing you do when you jolt up on your mattress is touch your mating gland. Another nightmare woke you from your dreams.

“Only a dream,” you whimper as your mating gland is still untouched. The monster didn’t get the chance to destroy it. “How…why?” Just now you hear someone growl outside your room. “What?”

“Dean, you need to stop!” You can hear Sam outside your room, and then something hits your door. “DEAN!”

“She’s mine!” That’s Dean, fighting with his brother to get inside your room. “I got the get her! Sammy, get out of my way!”

You hear a loud thud and something sounding like a heavy body dropping to the ground. 

“OPEN THE DOOR!”

Now, …

“OMEGA!” Dean steps inside your room. He sniffs in all directions, almost like a predator scenting his prey. “Omega?” A throaty purr leaves his lips catching your scent. “Y/N?”

You clasp one hand over your mouth. If Dean finds you in your hideout, he’ll not be able to control his instinct. He made it very clear, that you are not the woman he wants. Omega or not.

“Y/N, come out,” he crouches down to look under your bed. “There you are.” He lies flat on the floor, hand reaching out to touch your ankle. “Omega, you need to come here.”

“Go away,” you shrug his hand off your leg. “You can’t be here, Dean. Please leave my room. Your scent will ruin it. Please…”

“I can’t go,” he grabs your ankle again, tugging at it. You try to crawl away, but Dean won’t let go of your leg. “Get out from under your bed. We need to talk. Stop acting like a child.” Dean growls. You can hear him growl low in his throat.

Dean fights from control. If not, he’ll drag you out from under the bed and mate you. “Let me go.” You kick and scream as Dean crawls under the bed to wrap his arms around your body. “I’m warning you!”

“You need to calm down, or you’ll go feral,” he snarls in your ear. “I can smell you. Why did you reveal you’re an omega now?”

You wiggle in his grip and refuse to answer his question. “Let me go!”

“OMEGA!” You stiffen at his alpha command. While your instinct tells you to give in to Dean’s demands, you are too stubborn to obey. “Give in.” He sniffs your neck, purring low in his throat when you tilt your head. “Answer me.”

“I told you that I didn’t want you and Sam to believe I’m a liability,” you bite back. “And after you told me my presentation doesn’t change how you feel about me, I thought I could stop using suppressants and scent blockers. That shit is expensive!”

“What if Sammy would’ve lost control, huh? With an omega smelling like you around, he could’ve easily lost control,” Dean growls. 

“Sammy doesn’t see me that way, Dean. He would never…”

“Nature gives a shit about feelings, Y/N,” he tightens his hold on you when you start wiggling again. “An alpha scenting an omega like you will lose control. You’re lucky I knocked him out.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine at Dean’s words. “You did what? Dean, you can’t just knock your brother out. What has gotten into you?”

”Do you know how hard I try to keep my alpha in control?” He nuzzles your neck. “If I let go, I’ll claim, mate, and knot you until you can’t walk straight for a week.”

“I won’t let you,” you ram your elbow into his stomach, making him growl. “You fucked Cassie not days ago. Do you honestly believe I’ll let you stick your dick into me?”

“Bad move, sweetheart,” Dean bites your neck. His teeth don’t leave a mark, but you stiffen and hold your breath. He grazes your mating gland with his teeth, making sure you know he’s not joking. “We won’t leave this room before we talk things out.”

“I need to get away from you, Dean! You smell like rut,” you’re out of breath from wiggling in his hold. “Please, you don’t want me.

“I smell like rut, but Castiel helped me suppress it,” he whispers in your ear. “Still, I’m struggling to hold back and not mate you.” 

“You’re mine. Always were meant to be mine,” His voice dangerously low Dean snarls in your ear. “You had no right to hide your presentation from me. I tried so hard to stay away from you to not hurt you. I could’ve had my omega all this time!”

“Fuck you,” you snap at Dean before you ram your elbow into his solar plexus. He winces in pain and finally releases his hold on you. 

You take the chance and crawl away, getting on your feet as fast as you can to go for a sprint. Dean is fast and strong. You must be faster to escape him.

“Y/N! Don’t!” He warns, but you are halfway out of the room. You slam the door shut behind you, holding your breath as you find Sam on the ground. 

“Fuck. Sammy! He didn’t lie,” you crouch down to check on Sam’s pulse. He’s out cold, but he’s breathing. “I’m so sorry, Sam. He’s out of his mind…”

“OMEGA!”

“Shit,” you curse, and get back up to run along the hallways. If you can reach Sam or Castiel’s room, their scent will cover your scent. “Stay away from me!”

“Get back here!”

Dean chases after you. He curses under his breath as you speed up to dash toward his brother’s room. “I can see where you are going! There is no need to hide. I only want to talk to you.”

You stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. Dean flashes you a toothy smirk, showing off his teeth. The last time he looked at you like that was when he was a demon – and that wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Dean dips his head, waiting for your next step. “Chasing me around the bunker won’t make me forgive you, Dean. You know this will end badly if you don’t stop right now. I’ll castrate you before I let you mate me.”

He chuckles darkly. His eyes glow, and his teeth look a little sharper when he smirks at you. “Sweet little omega, I’m going to chase you down.”

“Okay. That is enough,” you don’t know what has gotten into Dean, but this is not your friend. Something is more than wrong with him, and you fear he’ll go feral if you don’t stop him right now. “How about we talk this out?”

You tilt your head in submission to please the alpha. “How about we leave talking to bookworms and losers? I have something better in mind.”

“How about you fuck off you sonofabitch!” Your eyes widen when another Dean steps next to you to shove you behind his back. “That’s my omega!”

“Dean?” You look from the man holding a gun in his hand to the other Dean, the one chasing you around the bunker. 

“I see you liked my face so much you had to copy it,” Dean jokes as he watches the shapeshifter smirk back at him. “Tell me, when did you touch me?”

“It was so easy. A crowded bar, with many people. I brushed past you and, voila, I knew everything about you and that sweet omega waiting to get bred,” the monster replies. “It was so easy to get inside the bunker and knock your brother out.”

“Well, newsflash asshole, this omega is mine,” Dean fires a round at the monster, throwing another one-liner at the shapeshifter as it drops dead to the ground.

“He’ll be alright,” Dean says as you worriedly look at Sam. “I should’ve come home sooner.”

“I should’ve known that you would never—” you sniff. “I ran and left Sam behind. Why did I not realize that this wasn’t you? You would never want me and…”

“Sweetheart, we will talk about this tomorrow,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “For tonight, I want you to stay with Sammy while I get rid of the shapeshifter.”

“I…” you nod, even though, you wish you could confront Dean for all the things he said and did.

For tonight, you will stay with Sam and ignore the aching in your chest.

You can’t help but feel sad. At least the monster wanted you. 

>> Love by heart

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Bonding (I)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 2.9k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, tension, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, vaginal fingering, thigh riding.

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Masterlist

Sam blinked slowly in the dark, surprised at the light coming from the door and sitting up, quickly looking for the baby monitor to check if any of the kids were awake, seeing them fast asleep in their big crib.

He was surprised, however, when he turned around and realised Dean and Dittie were cuddling and Thea were nowhere to be seen.

Their new bed was just their old beds shoved together, though they were looking into finding a bigger mattress and bed frame, one that fit all four of them.

It was strange, how much Dittie and Dean just transitioned from friends to partners and a full on couple easily. It was like they were waiting for that since they met, and while he was okay with that - he wanted that to happen - it bothered a bit that his relationship with The was absolutely not on that same place.

They were good friends, yes, and their sex life was amazing. But there was a little bit of awkwardness there, they didn't know where to step and what to do to one another when they weren't fucking.

He put himself on his feet, and walked out of the bedroom, checking on the kids in the nursery before moving downstairs to go see what Athena was doing.

He heard some noise, with chairs moving and squeaking and stuff dropping, and frowned in confusion when he realised what was happening, and Thea was about to climb onto stacked chairs, playing fucking dominoes with it to try and get to the higher shelves.

"Hey!" he rushed to her, holding her by the waist and carrying her out of the way. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry and small," she pouted, looking clearly tired. "I want the stuff on the top shelf."

Sam knew what was on the top shelf, he was the one he put them there. Everything was Dean's idea, all of the sugary and processed stuff his brother bought, cause Sam was stupid enough to leave his brother alone with the kids and their wives in the grocery shop.

He only let the pups have sugar for special occasions and sometimes for dessert, and to make sure no one would get to it - except for Dean, because Dean would always do it - he put it up there.

Sam didn't worry too much about the girls' diets, they were always eating healthy and with some special treats, but with them pregnant, he didn't want them to have any of that shit! During pregnancy, it was important Omegas had a good nutritious diet.

But tired and hungry Thea was... very cranky Thea. And she didn't look like she was going to take any of his reasoning right now. With Dittie, he could argue and get her to accept his point of view, but Thea's attitude wasn't something he was open to going against.

"I'll get it," he sighed. "You better brush your teeth after this."

Thea scoffed, crossing her arms and sitting down on the nearest chair.

"I want the chips and gummy bears," she remarked.

Sam shook his head, reaching for both the snacks, and looked over at her for an opinion over the two different chips.

"Vinegar, please," she requested.

He picked the snacks up and offered it to her, fixing the chairs around the table and watching her walking into the living room, ready to go back to bed.

He was just about to take the stairs when she called his names.

"Sam?" she asked, a little soft. "Can you stay?"

He stood for the briefest of seconds, surprised, but nodded quickly, walking to her.

"Of course."

Sam walked back to the couch and sat down, spreading one of his arms when she learn in his direction, cuddling to him and opening her chips before turning the TV on.

Yeah, it was best to not stay between her and her vinegar chips.

"You know, I can make some homemade version of those," he offered. "For you."

Thea looked up at him, big brown eyes analysing his face silently, and Sam had to hold back a deep breath.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he just wanted to hear her thoughts, to see what was behind her eyes.

She just chuckled and giggled very softly.

"How would you even have the time, Sam?"

He shrugged. Was that what she thought of him? That he didn't have time for her?

"I will always make time for my..." he stopped, and corrected himself. "You girls."

My girls...

Were they his girls? Sure, Dittie was his girl, and Thea was his Omega too, but... it was... he didn't know.

Sam looped his arm around her, moving his fingers over her belly, already mesmerised about their baby. They were still in their early stage, the first trimester, but he was just imagining how it would be to see them grown, to find out if they were a boy or a girl, or turned out to be more than just one baby again.

He was so distracted he didn't even realise something was wrong until Thea started pulling away.

"Hey," he sat up straight. "Is everything alright?"

Thea nodded, already done with the chips and opening the dummy bears.

"Yeah, it's just my back," she mumbled.

His cheeks felt hot and red as Sam flushed.

"I can give you a massage?" he offered, a little unsure.

Thea turned to him with her eyes even bigger, curious.

"I'll be back," he pressed a kiss to her temple, walking out to get some pillows and using a neck pillow to put under her belly.

Thea was chewing when he came back, looking curious, but stood up for him to reorganise the pillows.

"Do I take off my shirt?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He licked his lips.

"Uh..." he looked for words. "Yes, yes. That would work."

As if he hadn't seen her butt naked. As if he hadn't made her ride his face in the car, if he hadn't fucked a baby into her.

Sam watched silently as she put her gummies and took off her shirt - one of Dean's shirts, actually, and the only piece she was wearing aside from some old and comfortable underwear -before lying down and getting comfortable.

"Ready?" he asked, watching her soft and smooth back, a little tanned from playing outside with the kids.

"Ready," she whispered, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

Sam breathed in and stepped closer to her, moving his fingers to massage her muscles and peeking at the side of her breasts, a little smashed against the couch.

He tried hard not to tremble as he moved over her skin, breathing in deep as he watched her shivering.

Gosh, he just wanted to be good for her.

He pressed on a little spot, and raised his eyebrows when she moaned loudly.

"Oh, please," she whimpered. "Right there."

Sam sucked in a deep breath, feeling his cock waking up the littlest bit as he followed her words, focusing on the sore spot.

He continued to move, and watched her face, surprised as he realised her eyes were fluttering closed, not falling asleep, but looking like she was going to do so very soon.

"Tired?'  he offered.

She pouted.

"No," she whined. "Not tired."

Sam chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"Why did you stop?" she asked, slurring her words.

Sam chuckled a little, caressing a soft circle on her back.

"You are falling asleep," he remarked.

Thea pouted.

"I'm not."

Sam chuckled and watched her as she sat down, nipples hard under his eyes.

"We should go to bed," he offered.

Thea's shoulders dropped, and she looked down, looking like she was disappointed.

"What is it?" he asked.

Thea looked away, scoffing.

"Nothing," she whispered, reaching for her shirt. "Nevermind."

Sam knelt quickly, resting his hands on her knees.

"What is wrong?" he insisted. "Tell me."

Her eyes filled up with tears, and Sam reached for her hands, squeezing it.

"I just..." she hesitated. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want me."

His eyes widened, and his jaw fell open in shock.

"What?"

"Not like Dean wants Dittie, or Dittie wants you and Dean, or you want Dittie," she looked away from him, looking completely hurt. "I'm just left out."

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I didn't know you felt like that," he confessed.

Thea moved uncomfortably and Sam stood, sitting on the couch and sitting her to his lap, cradling her closely and surprised when he heard a little sniff from her.

"I'm so sorry," he pressed a kiss to her temple, gently rocking her. "This is just so new to me, I didn't even realise this was what you were going through."

Sam caressed her hair and her ears, petting her as Thea clung to his neck.

This was the first time he even saw her crying.

What kind of Alpha was he, not even knowing how to care for his new Omega?

"My poor bunny," he kissed her temple. "I'll fix it, baby, I promise. I'll show you all of the love you deserve, I'll be a good Alpha for you."

“I just want to be yours,” she whispered.

Sam reached for her, raising her chin and kissing her plushy lips, cradling her face in his hand as he did so, only pulling away when they were both breathless, and proceeded to move his lips to her cheeks and jaw, kissing her tears away, holding her closely until she squeaked and fell back, giggling at his kisses.

Thea's cries had turned into giggles when he continued moving, kissing her all over, feeling his tail wagging as he did so.

"You're just an overgrown puppy," she giggled, and Sam pulled away, looking at her face. "It's so adorable but just so big!"

He snorted, sitting back up and pulling her along with him, this time making her straddle his lap.

She was looking up at his eyes, once again analysing him, when he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her soft body and keeping her even closer, breathing in her sweet scent and closing his eyes when she moved to rub her nose over his.

"You have the cutest nose," he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.

Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.

"Me and Dittie have the same nose," she remarked. "Same lips, eyes, face..."

Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.

"It's different," he whispered, touching her nose. "Your hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”

She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.

When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie's eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.

"You have a little scar right here," he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. "And this very little dot under your eye."

Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.

They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.

As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.

It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.

"Little princess," he cooed, seeing her sniffing. "Don't cry."

"I'm not gonna cry," she whimpered.

"I'll kiss your tears away," he promised. "Every time. I'll tickle you until you're laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up."

She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.

"Daddy," she whined, biting his lower lip.

"You like my mouth, baby?" he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.

Thea nodded, whining.

"Your hands too," she panted.

He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.

"Sam!" she yelped.

He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn't want to do it, not yet.

"Pretty princess," he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. "Daddy's little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn't she?"

Thea nodded, whining.

"My baby bunny," he rolled her clit with his thumb, kissing the middle of her chest. "Gonna cherish your whole body, make you feel everything good."

She looked down at him, eyes glossy as her cunt got wetter under his fingers.

"Gonna give my baby bunny all the love she deserves," he licked her breast.

"Daddy," she whimpered.

He fucked her faster, watching her face as her lips opened in a little O shape, pretty sounds growing louder and louder.

"Say it again," he sucked a spot on her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Daddy," she cried softly.

"And what do you want from daddy, baby?" he pushed a forth finger into her, feeling her squeezing him, slicky and sensitive.

Fuck, he could get his whole hand in here if he was patient enough.

"Wanna be daddy's slutty bunny," she whined, pushing her hips against his hand.

Sam smiled a little and licked her lower lip, sucking it into his lips.

"But you're already my slutty bunny," he felt his cock throbbing in his pants. "And such a good bunny for daddy."

Thea closed her eyes, moving her hips, trying to get more of his fingers.

"Daddy," she squeezed his shoulders. "Gonna cum."

He rubbed his nose over her mating gland.

"Cum for daddy, my little princess," he kissed her skin. "Let me feel you around my fingers."

She kissed his lips hungrily and smiled as she came, moaning and riding his fingers hungrily, sitting her on his thigh when Sam pulled them away.

Sam kissed her temple and forehead, gently petting her hair with his free hand while Thea recovered, still rubbing herself a little bit on his leg just as he moved his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean from her slick.

He was surprised when her soft movements became something a little hungrier, and she clung to his neck, rubbing her clit on the fabric of his pants and soaking the fabric.

"Daddy," she whined. "Can I sit on your cock now?"

Sam closed his eyes, feeling himself throbbing.

Gosh, the little tempting monster.

"It's late, baby," he caressed her back.

Sam moved back down to her face and rubbed his nose on hers, the way she had just done before.

"Please?" she whined.

Fuck, he had just made her cum and she was already rubbing herself on him like that?

"I can fuck you tomorrow," he caressed her hair, though not stopping her. "I just want to make you feel good tonight, princess."

Thea whined, breath growing shallower and hips moving quicker.

"Do you want to use daddy to get off?" he offered, trying to contain himself. "And then I'll take you to brush your teeth, and we can go to bed?"

She confirmed with a little whine, and rested her forehead on his as Sam raised his thigh, staring deeply into her eyes.

His little bunny moaned in pleasure, clinging to him as she rode his thigh, and he just watched attentively as she moved.

She finally came, and Sam held her hips down before she could continue moving, knowing too well she would be using her way to get what she wanted.

Thea didn't protest as he guided her to use the bathroom, brushing her hair back as she brushed teeth, caressing her ears and smiling when she closed her eyes.

"Do you think it can be just us tonight?" she asked. "On the bed?"

Sam studied her face, surprised. Dean and Dittie were cuddling upstairs.

She wanted a little more of him, to be with Sam for herself.

"Of course," he caressed her hair. "We can sleep in the extra room."

The kinky room.

Well, it was still a bedroom, though it was locked tight so that the kids didn't get curious.

He let her guide her downstairs, and smiled a little when she wrapped herself around him completely as they lied down, clinging to his body as she fell asleep.

"I love you, baby," he whispered, kissing her temple.

"I love you too," she sighed, holding him closely.

Thea fell asleep before he did, but didn't let him go, and Sam fell asleep drowned in her scent.

He woke up surprised with the faint light coming from somewhere, and opened his eyes in surprise when Thea sat over his hips, watching his face with big eyes.

"Good morning?" he yawned.

She blinked with big eyes, looking amused and excited.

"Good morning, daddy," she rested her hands on his lower stomach. "It's tomorrow already."

He chuckled, grunting.

"Yes, it is, baby," he sighed.

He was about to sit up and move, but his eyes widened when he felt something tight and warm around him.

Fuck, she'd been warming his cock waiting for him to wake up?

"I hope you don't mind that I took a seat?" she offered, moving up and down slowly, showing off to his eyes, and Sam tossed his head back at how wet she was. "I was a little hungry."

. . .

"Bonding" an interlud places between "The bunny way" and "the wolf way", and it was posted on my Patreon in February 2022. To read the birthday specials, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month, I post 6x a week and I know you won't regret it.

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Prologue

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: 2105

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change. 

‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed. 

“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.” 

His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control. 

‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened. 

“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting. 

The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.  

 The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam. 

“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife. 

“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?” 

“I think so.” 

“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him. 

“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.” 

two years later, 

Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party. 

‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined. 

“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed. 

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame. 

“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?” 

“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?” 

“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?” 

“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment. 

“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked. 

“Swift could sense it.” 

“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.” 

“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”

“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.” 

“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”

“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.” 

Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack. 

Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head. 

“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.” 

With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms. 

“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration. 

“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.” 

“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?” 

“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.” 

“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed. 

“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up. 

“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?” 

Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.” 

“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt. 

“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.” 

Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl. 

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered. 

“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.” 

“What?” 

Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks. 

“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed. 

“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.” 

Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.  

“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.” 

“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.” 

John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.” 

John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem. 

Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open. 

“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.” 

Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile. 

“Well--” 

“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.” 

“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!” 

John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his” 

“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled. 

“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help. 

Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way. 

“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed. 

“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?” 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.” 

“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.” 

The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III. 

“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.” 

“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --” 

Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door. 

“I, um… I gotta--” 

Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation. 

“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--” 

Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door. 

“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female. 

As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley. 

The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky. 

‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’ 

Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry. 

“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.” 

She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank. 

This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained. 

A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.

Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."

Chapter 1

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Donna Ackles, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jensen Ackles, Omega Jared Padalecki, Omega Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Omega Donna Ackles, Top Jensen Ackles/Bottom Jared Padalecki, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Jared Padalecki, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, very brief - Freeform, Part of the Societal Structure, Canon-Typical Violence, Revenge, Or Justice, soul mates, Angst, Love, Magic, Time Travel, Prophetic Dreams, Jensen Is A Mystic, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Sequel To Jared's 41st Birthday Story, all the feels, Righting a Wrong Series: Part 6 of The 2023 Birthday Collection, Part 2 of The Workhorse Verse Summary:

Alpha Jensen is just a little boy when he begins to dream about his Omega, who is the village workhorse, and every night the other Alpha's hurt him in ways that Jensen cannot begin to understand. In an effort to help her only child, Donna brings in an instructor, Mr. Morgan, who teaches Jensen all that he will need to know so that he might be able to rescue his Omega one day.

The problem with that scenario? Jensen is a sickly Alpha who was born almost two hundred years after his Omega. How is he supposed to save his soul mate when he can't even save himself?

*****

This is the follow-up to The Workhorse which was a story written for Jared's 41st birthday.

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[crashdevlin]

Fight the Fairies

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-nine of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Sam's still soulless, which is making everything more difficult for everyone, but things can only get better when Dean comes to an understanding with Y/n about how to move forward.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 6324

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, talk of aliens and abductions, Sam is a douchebag because no soul,

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"What do you mean?" you asked, shaking your head. "Crowley has Sam's-"

"He took over Hell and he's got Sam's soul! What is hard about that?" Dean snapped, running his hand down his face.

"What's hard about-" You licked your lips and turned away from him. "Okay. First off, Dean, watch your tone with me. Second, it makes perfect sense that Crowley would have taken the throne after Sam threw himself and Lucifer and Michael into the Cage, but how did Crowley get Sam out? That Cage was built by God. There is only one way to open the lock. One way in after the Seals got busted. Did Crowley somehow get his hands on the Horseman rings?"

"Does it really matter?" Dean asked. He licked his lips and scoffed. "Does it matter how Crowley got in? He got in and he's got Sam. Don't you want the old Sammy back?"

You looked down. You honestly didn't care. The old Sam hadn't been much better for you than the one who didn't try to disguise how he felt he should own you because you were an omega.

"I want you happy and I know that this soulless prick won't make you happy." You sighed. "So, what, we...hunt for the King of Hell? That's what we do?"

"You can always leave," Sam offered, almost nonchalantly.

"Sam," Dean warned.

"If she doesn't want to be around the soulless prick, she can run back to Bobby." Sam shrugged. "She's not bound to any of us anymore. She can leave whenever she wants." He stood and looked down at you. You looked away, uncomfortable and angry. "But she won't. She won't leave because she needs to be with Dean."

"We know you don't have a soul, son," John started. "You don't have to prove it every time you open your mouth."

Sam shrugged again and turned away. "This is what we have to do. If she doesn't want to-"

"I didn't say that. Do not put words in my mouth, you gigantic psycho," you growled, still not looking at him.

"Sociopath. I'm pretty sure I count as a sociopath if I don't care about anything."

You rolled your eyes. "The semantics don't matter here, dick. What matters is I'm not going anywhere." You looked over at Dean and nodded. "I'm here. Whatever we need to do...whether it makes sense or not."

"Exactly like I said," Sam said, smugly.

"Shut it, Soulless," Dean snapped, before looking back at you. "Thank you. This'll be easier to swallow with you helping."

"That's something she's good at."

"Seriously, son?" John shook his head in disappointment. "Can you at least try to act like a normal human being?"

"I am trying. There's just only so much of that I can fake."

"Dean?" You stepped closer to him and looked up hopefully. "Can we talk now?"

He licked his lips and rubbed them together for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Let's go talk."

"Wrap it before you tap it, Dean," Sam said before sitting on the edge of the bed and turning on the TV.

You stifled a growl at the idea that you were going to have sex and not a conversation about your future, wrenching the door open and heading out into the parking lot. Dean followed close behind.

"I know he's hard to deal with like that, but we're gonna fix-"

"I don't care," you interrupted, turning to him with a smile on your face. "Fuck him. I don't care. I care about you. I care about us. So, let's ignore that particular problem and move on. Bigger things. Better things."

He nodded and his lips twitched into a slight smile. "I can do that. I mean, obviously, we gotta fix Sam but-"

"That’s not happening right now." You leaned against the hood of the Impala and looked up at him. "So...where are we?"

"Where do you wanna be?" He reached up and scratched at the back of his neck before shrugging. "I don't know. This is just...this is new. It's hard."

"Why? Why does it have to be hard? You just...you admitted to how you feel. You know how I feel. Why does it have to be hard?"

"Because I've spent half of our lives pushing you away, Y/n!" He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before turning away. "That’s not so easy to turn off, ya know? I mean, I've felt like this since you were a teen and it's just gotten stronger and I still pushed you away. I still pushed you off on Sam and I don't really know why I kept doing that, even after everything that he did to you, and after you got so mad every time I did but-"

"Castiel was right, Dean. You've never thought you were worthy of anything good."

"Definitely not worthy of something as good as you." He stepped closer, slotting himself between your knees. "We...can make this work, right?"

You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly. "Do you love me?"

He leaned into your touch and let his eyes flutter closed. "Yeah. I do."

"Then we can make this work. If you love me, if you want to be my alpha and partner, you don't even need to mark me...but you can't push me away anymore. You have to let me be with you. Just you."

His eyes popped open. "No more Dad?"

"No John. Definitely no Sam. Just you. I just want you."

"Okay. I just want you, too."

You smiled at the words. The idea of being his, finally after all these years, was intoxicating.

You wrapped your hand in the collar of his brown undershirt and pulled him down for a kiss. His hands grabbed at your hips as his tongue slipped between your lips. You sighed happily into his mouth at the taste of him. He was perfect. He was everything.

He gently pushed you back and kissed down your neck, paying reverent attention to the pristine skin over your scent gland. That skin was for him, whenever he wanted to sink his teeth into it.

You whimpered and whined, writhing under him like a good omega does, as he kissed his way back up and licked at your bottom lip. "All mine?" he whispered against your lips.

“All yours, Alpha,” you whispered back.

“She’s not into exhibitionism, Dean,” Sam said, suddenly behind Dean. “But if you want to take her like a true alpha, then-”

“Shut up, Sam,” you and Dean said simultaneously.

You stood straight as Dean stepped back. Sam was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. You rolled your eyes at the smug smirk on his lips. “When he takes me, it won’t be where you can bear witness,” you snapped, pushing past him into the room.

“You okay?” John asked quietly.

You smiled as Dean grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled him away from the room. “I’m good, John.” You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I think this might finally be the turning point.”

He patted your back. "We just gotta keep Sam in line and you'll be fine."

You pulled back, smile still firm on your face as you looked up into his eyes. "I'm sure Sam won't be a problem."

~~~~

“Aliens. We can’t-” You giggled as you read the article. “We’re not...this is some Giorgio Tsoulakos shit, if ever I read it. I can’t. I can’t even.”

“Of course it’s not aliens,” John said, reading over your shoulder. “But there are four missing persons in Elwood, Indiana. Something’s going on there.”

“Who says it’s our kinda thing?” Sam asked, irritated.

“I do,” John and Dean said at the same time.

“Fine. We’ll go. Four missing people and stuff disappearing folks from cornfields does...kinda...sound like it might be kinda like it’s our kinda thing,” you admitted.

“Yeah, ‘cause we needed your approval,” Sam grumbled.

“Ya know what, Sam, I have had it up to here with your backtalk and bullshit and-” You raised your hand over your head and growled at him.

“Omega, sit down and shut up,” Sam demanded.

You snarled as you sat down on the closest chair and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You really gotta stop using the Voice on her, man. We’ve talked about this,” Dean said before turning to you. “Stand up and stop shutting up.”

“She’s easier to deal with when she’s quiet.”

“So are you,” you snapped.

“Think he’d be scarier if he weren’t talking,” John said, quietly.

You looked over at Sam as he pulled his gun apart. He was definitely scarier when he was being silent...but it wasn’t like you could really tell what was happening in his head, even when he was speaking.

“He’s always kinda scary now,” you whispered.

~~~~

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with Dean?” John asked as you readied to head off and ask questions about the ‘aliens’.

“And leave you with Robo-Sam?” You shook your head. “Unfortunately, because of the way they’ve attached to each other, Dean is the only one who can even begin to tame that beast. Let’s just go and get this done.”

John nodded and patted your back as you left the motel room. You were met with a half a dozen skeptics and that made you a little happy. Yes, there were things people didn't know but you were a hunter and little green men didn't exist.

"Somethin' took that boy but it wasn’t no aliens. Had to be a damn serial killer."

“They just left. Who’d wanna stay in Elwood?”

“We’re gonna find ‘em in Vegas in a week. It’s fine.”

“It’s fairies, not aliens.”

You blinked at the woman a few times. “Fairies?” you asked, biting the inside of your lip.

“Yes. Fairies...or elves, if you’d prefer,” she said, a little on edge. “I...I know it sounds like-like I’m sniffing glue but-”

“We didn’t say that, ma’am,” John said.

“No, the other two did. They were not kind. Well, the one with the short hair was but-” You rolled your eyes. Of course Sam was being an asshole to weird old ladies.

“The other two aren’t with us,” you explained with a smile. “We’re at a competing newspaper. Actually, if you wanted to talk to us about this theory of yours, that would be great.” The woman looked excited that you wanted to listen to her, but you could feel John’s annoyance at having to listen so you patted his chest. “Why don’t you go find someone else to interview? I can handle Miss Marion.”

John gave you a smile that said he was more thankful than he could put into words but you could feel it. You knew he was grateful.

“Would you like some tea?” Marion asked with a bright smile.

You chuckled and shook your head. “I’d really prefer coffee, actually. There a cafe around here somewhere?”

She led you to a cafe on the corner and the two of you sat down with a coffee and a tea. “People always talk to me like I’m crazy when I mention the fae but they’re real!”

“So…’fae’ is what we’re going with?”

“Well, ‘fae’, ‘fairies’, ‘sprites’ and ‘spriggens’, ‘bogarts’ and ‘brownies’. The little people have many names.” She smiled as she took a small sip of her tea. “There’s also gnomes and goblins. They’re all fae.”

“So, even the big’uns like goblins are fairies?”

“Goblins aren’t that big, darling, but they are fae. Magical, mischievous creatures from the realm next door.”

“Wait, there’s a fairy realm?” you asked and she nodded, humming in affirmation. “Another dimension or something?”

“Another reality, yes!” she said, excited. “Only people who have been there and returned can see the fae in our world.”

“So…” You wrote down a few notes in your notebook, things to check into when you got back to the motel, before looking back up at her. “If it’s fairies, or some type of fae folk, doing this...why do you think they’re abducting people?”

“Oh, through the years there’s been a lot of theory about that, but very little concrete fact. What I do know for certain is they only take the firstborn sons-”

“Like Rumplestiltskin,” you interrupted.

“Yes, exactly!” she exclaimed. “Personally, I’ve always ascribed to the idea that they are stolen away to Avalon in order to service King Oberon. He’s the king of the fairies.”

“Husband to Titania. I know this one.” You smiled, thinking about the ancient copy of Shakespeare Bobby gave you as a girl. “So...assuming that’s what’s happening here, what can we do to stop them?” you asked. A Midsummer Night's Dream didn’t give you any insight into how to kill a fairy.

“Oh. Stop them? Well, winning their favor is-” she started but you interrupted her.

“Not the best way to stop them, is it? That’s just the best way to make sure they stick around.”

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. They do love cream and if you provide them with it, they’ll want you to provide more.” She tapped a finger against her chin and sighed. Her eyes lit up as the lightbulb went off in her brain. “All fairies hate iron and the dark fae will burn when touched by silver...and if you ever need to distract a fairy, you just spill sugar or salt in front of them. Even the most powerful fairy will have to stop and count each and every single grain.”

You wrote xsilver xiron pocket of salt  on your notepad and picked up your coffee. “Marion, you have been a lot of help. Thank you so much.”

You finished out a nice drink with the woman before texting John to find his location. You found him waiting for you on a bus stop bench and he stood with a smile. “So, she tell you where to find the Smurfs?”

You laughed. “Be nice! She actually had some actionable information, okay? If she’s right…”

“Big ‘If’.”

You sighed and shook your head. “If she’s right, then these things are just like other monsters. They don’t like silver or iron and we can use salt against them, though not the way you’d think and-”

“Hey. How was your info search?” Dean asked, walking up.

“Not too bad,” you responded, looking around for the younger Winchester brother. “Where’s Robocop?”

“Oh, he is...watching the watchmaker,” Dean said, gesturing at the opposite side of the street. “Dude seemed a few cards short of a deck and he definitely gave the ‘knows more than he’s telling us’ vibe.”

“That’s interesting. Any fairies at the watch shop?” John asked, smirking.

“Oh, you, uh, talked to that lady, too?”

“No, see, I actually talked to her instead of insulting her and making her feel crazy.” You pulled out your notebook and tapped it against Dean’s chest. “All the things we’ve gone against, you really draw the line at fae folk? That’s where you say ‘too weird to be real’? Really?”

“First off, it was Sam that insulted the crazy old bat, but come on. She was nuts. Have either of you ever heard of an actual encounter with a fairy?” You opened your mouth to respond, but he put his finger up. “From a hunter?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “Two years ago, you didn’t think angels were real. Five years ago, you didn’t think vampires were real...because you’d never heard of a hunter going against one.”

“Oh-okay, but come on. Fairies?! Please.” You rolled your eyes, tucking your notebook into your pocket and turning away from him. You’d look further into the fairy angle by yourself. You didn’t want to hear his bullshit about it...or John and Sam’s for that matter. “Anyway, I was about to drive out to the cornfield and take a look at the crop circles. You wanna come with, Y/n?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just-”

“Think he’s angling for some alone time with you, darlin’,” John said, quietly.

“That’s…” Your cheeks heated up. You and Dean hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone since you’d made your declarations and Sam had interrupted your makeout session. “I mean...we’re in the middle of a job and-”

“And I’m just askin’ you to come with me on this case. That’s all. Please?” Dean’s eyes sparkled as he nodded toward the Impala parked on the street.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, stepping off the sidewalk to get in the passenger side of the car. You’d look up the lore on fairies when you got back to the motel. “I’ll start looking into the other missing men,” John said, waving as he walked to his truck.

Dean looked over at you a few times as he drove out of town. “So...Sam is…”

“I don’t wanna talk about Sam,” you started.

“Yeah, okay.” He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. “So, we haven’t been able to...talk much since…”

“We’ve been busy. Sam being soulless is taking a toll on our free time.”

“Well, I’ve been tryin’ to get you alone.” You looked over at him, eyes big. “You didn’t notice? Since we were doin’ the skinwalker. But every time I’ve tried, you’ve been too busy or Sam was bein’ a cockblocker or that one time when you said you absolutely had to have a shower before dinner because you smelled like dog so you refused to come with me to get food and I get that and I know it’s not ideal for us to be travelin’ with Sam and Dad but I-”

“Dean, I didn’t realize.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb.”

“It’s not your fault. Most of that is Sam. I know most of that is Sam. Like I said, he’s been being a cockblock, but I just…” He reached over and took your hand, running his thumb across the back of your hand. “We don’t even have to do anything. I just like having you with me...just me and you, without their scents and attitudes muddying everything up.”

You smiled and turned your hand over to grasp his. “You are wonderful when you try to be, Dean Winchester.”

“Only when I try, huh?”

“Only when you try.”

When he pulled into a patch of mud between the cornfield and the road, he smiled at you and leaned over to press his lips to yours. “Sorry. Needed that,” he whispered when the kiss was done, forcing a smile from you.

“Don’t worry. I needed it too...but now we gotta go look at the crop circles.”

“But later? Can we…”

You ran your hand down his cheek. "Yeah. Later, we can."

You could feel his cheek heat up under your palm, blood rushing to the skin. "One more kiss first?" he asked in a whisper.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his again. It started off slow, sweet, lazy almost, but then it shifted as he grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to him. You leaned into it, your instincts taking over as you shifted into his lap and deepened the kiss. He growled and pulled you harder into his lap. It was perfect, the way he seemed to radiate need.

‘One more kiss’ turned into fifteen minutes of making out and dry humping in the front seat. Dean was just about to pull open the button on your jeans when his phone went off in his pocket.

You both groaned out loud as you pulled away from each other. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he looked at his phone. “Great.” He put the phone to his ear as you got off of his lap. “What?” That tone could only mean Sam was on the other end of the phone, cockblocking you again.

You got out of the car and started walking around the cornfield, listening to Dean on the phone with Sam. It wasn’t long before you heard him shout ‘UFO! UFO!’. You rushed through the corn, trying to find Dean, but you could only hear him shouting into his phone. “Close encounter! Close encounter!”

“Dean! Where are you?!” you shouted.

“Y/n! Run! They’re after me!”

You ran toward him, pulling out a silver knife. “Dean!”

“Empathy, Sam!” Dean yelled. “Empathy!”

You gasped as a bright light flashed through the cornfield. “Shit! Dean! What happened? Where are you?” Your hand went to your chest, a feeling of panic and terror filling you...but not your panic and terror: Dean’s.

You pulled out your phone and called him, following the sound of the ringtone to find his phone lying in the dirt. “Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, picking up his phone and switching your call to connect with John. “Dean’s been abducted!”

“Abducted? Wha-”

“Bright white light and then he was gone and I can’t--John, I can’t-there's so much panic and I can't tell where his panic ends and mine begins and-"

"Breathe. I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't move."

You were trying to focus on breathing, knowing that if you could still feel him it meant he was still alive and that meant you could get him back, when John pulled his truck into the cornfield and jumped out. He didn't say a word. He just wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his chest. "Can't lose him again, John."

"We won't. We'll do some research and figure out how to get him back, okay?" John pulled back and looked down at you. "We're gonna get him back. I promise. Come on."

"Library at the community college?"

He nodded and helped you into the truck. You tried to keep hope but the panic refused to leave you.

~~~

A few hours later, you were sitting at a table in the library, a stack of books on fairies in front of you while John poured over books on extraterrestrials. You couldn’t focus. Nothing was telling you how to get people back from the fairy realm, if that was even where Dean was, and there was nothing on how to get a UFO to reappear.

“What about Cas?” you asked as soon as the thought hit your mind. You looked up and caught John’s eyes, feeling desperation claw at your insides. “Do you think he’d answer if we called?”

The alpha sighed and shrugged. “I’m not sure. We could always try. I haven’t tried to talk to him, but Sam says he’s been distant since the Apocalypse. Only really answers to Dean.”

You closed your eyes and you were about to start praying when a feeling of deep confusion fell over you. It wasn’t your confusion. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered, the words tumbling out of you on a single breath. “John. He’s back. I think he’s back.” You jumped up from your chair and grabbed your jacket off of the back of it. “Take me back to the cornfield. Come on!”

By the time you made it back to the site of Dean’s abduction, the confusion had been replaced with annoyance and anger. The cornfield was empty but you could smell Dean. It was new and strong and there was gunpowder in the air too. “He’s back. I can smell-”

“Looks like he came out shooting,” John confirmed, dropping down to pick up a shell casing.

“Motel?” you suggested, trying to figure out where Dean would have gone. John nodded and the both of you ran to get in the truck.

As you were pulling into the parking lot in front of your motel room, a curvy woman with wavy brunette hair walked out with clothes in her hands. She smelled like Sam and sex. “Oh, hey!” she said, smiling as shut the door behind her. “Are you guys friends with Sam and Dean?”

“Yeah. Friends. Who are you?” John asked, but you knew he could smell her.

“Oh. I’m Sparrow, I met Sam at the-”

You rolled your eyes. “Tell it to the guys at Burning Man, honey. Go away,” you snapped as you pushed open the door and stepped inside. You launched yourself at Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. “I was so scared.”

Dean took a deep breath and kissed the top of your head. “I wasn’t gonna let ET take me away from you, baby.”

“Your dad and I were trying to figure out how to get you back and I could feel that you were-”

“Sshh. It’s all good, Y/n. I’m back. I know you were tryin’. I could feel you tryin’ to get me back. Made me fight harder.” He pulled back and looked into your eyes. “I’m back. It’s okay.”

“Come on, he wasn’t even gone that long,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

“Long enough for you to go find someone to comfort you,” you snapped, turning to him. “Tell me, Sam, have you always gone for the ‘Shaving and showering is an affront to the Mother Goddess’ kinda girls or is that just because you lost your soul?”

“She was hot...and she was trimmed.”

“How your standards have fallen, son. Used to be obsessed with a sweet little omega and now you’re bangin’ patchouli bitches while your brother is missing.” You looked over and gave John a smile.

“Who are we kidding? He’s still obsessed with a sweet little omega. That’s why he’s such a prick to her.” Dean patted your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve had better,” Sam said nonchalantly.

“No, you haven’t,” Dean and John said at the same time.

“I’ve only had one better,” John continued.

“And I’ve had none better...and I’ve had a lot more than you,” Dean finished.

“Well, my numbers have risen a lot lately so I’m catching up and-” Sam stood and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “I’ll find better.”

“Keep looking, but do it when your brother isn’t missing, asshole,” you snapped.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said, handing a beer to each of you. “So, come on. Talk to us. What happened?”

“Well, uh, there was this...God help me, guys, there was this bright white light!” Dean said, taking a drink.

“It’s okay.” Sam patted his brother’s leg, seeming to try to mimic empathy. “Safe room.”

“And then suddenly, I was...uh, I was in a different place. And there were these beings...and they were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of...table-”

“Probing table!” Sam exclaimed, happily.

“God, don’t say that out loud!”

“Right, sorry,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“So, what’d you do?” you asked.

“I went crazy. I had to get back here. Had to get back to you guys, so I started hacking and slashing and firing. They actually seemed surprised. I don’t think anybody’s ever done that before. I guess they don’t usually take fighters. Yeah. I had a close encounter...and I won.”

You all looked at each other, ideas and silent communication zipping through the air. “You should take a shower,” Sam said.

Dean sniffed at himself and nodded. “I should take a shower. I’m gonna. I’m gonna take a shower now,” he said, standing and walking into the bathroom.

You tapped your fingers against the table as the shower turned on. You couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t aliens. Yes, Marion had been a bit, well, unstable, but...bright lights, beings too bright to see, a table? Why did that have to equate to aliens? You were in that cornfield with Dean. There was no ship. He wasn’t beamed up anywhere. It was like Dean got yanked into another universe.

You called Bobby from the parking lot, sitting on the tailgate of John’s truck, far away from the Winchesters who would all make fun of you for even entertaining the idea.

“Of course Fae are real. I had a hell of a time putting the silver to a leprechaun once. Oh, and you know how Garth got into the business, right?” Bobby asked, reminding you of the first time the panicked dentist called you and Bobby.

“Yeah, but I...I guess I always assumed that when he said ‘Tooth Fairy’, he was...mistaken? But that does make sense, that they’re real, especially if you’ve fought a leprechaun before. So, silver is the right way to go then?” You looked behind you as Dean walked out of the room, hair damp from his shower.

“Yeah. Silver is the right way to go...once you find the damn things. They are sneaky buggers and you can’t see ‘em unless they want you to see them...or if you’ve been on the other side, which means Dean is gonna be your eyes on this. Gimme an hour or two and I’ll email you what you need, girl.”

“Thanks, Bobby. What would I do without you?”

“Same thing, just slower. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye.” You hung up the phone and jumped down from the tailgate, closing it and walking over to Dean. “Feel better now that you’ve washed the little green men off of you?”

“Very funny. I had a-”

“Close encounter, I know. Can we talk about that, though?”

“What? It’s not really something I know how to talk about so…”

You sighed and reached out, setting your hands on his head. “Just think about it for me. Think about being over there and fighting for your life to get back to us and what it felt like and...how you got home.”

Dean closed his eyes, obviously catching on that you wanted to try to use your connection to see what he’d seen. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Not if you don’t think it’s going to work, it’s not. Now, hush. Just think about it.”

He sighed heavily and took a deep breath. For several minutes, you got nothing from him but the warmth of his skin under your fingertips, but just as you were about to give up you saw a flash of bright light. Bright white. Beautiful but too much to look at. You flinched and Dean let out a gasp as you tried to look away from the image being projected into your mind.

“Holy shit, it worked.” Dean’s words forced you to open your own eyes.

“Yeah. It worked. Um...I...don’t think...you were abducted by aliens. I’m working an alternative theory but it’s still in its infancy so I will share it with you after I talk to Bobby in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, um...can we...it’s later,” he asked, a bit sheepishly.

“It’s also almost 5 am and I’m exhausted and so are you. Another time, Dean.”

You started to maneuver around him to go inside, but he stepped in front of you. “Okay, I get that it’s late or early or whatever, but can we at least share a bed? None of this ‘you on the couch’ business. You’re my omega, Y/n. I don’t care if it’s awkward for Dad anymore...and Sammy obviously doesn’t care. Come to bed with me.” His voice was soft and his eyes were shining, begging.

You smiled up at him and shook your head a bit. “There you are again, Mr. Winchester, tryin’ to be wonderful.”

“Which means I am wonderful. Let’s get some rest.”

~~~

You were sure, as soon as you read the scans from Bobby, that you were dealing with fairies. This was confirmed by the sprite Dean nuked in the motel microwave. John and Sam couldn’t see it, but you had to look away from the bloody, exploded fairy. “You can’t smell that?” you asked.

“You can?” John asked, shutting the microwave door.

"Yeah. Probably for the same reason Dean can."

"You haven't seen the fairy realm, though, so that doesn't make any fucking sense, Y/n," Sam said, eyebrow raising.

"Except...I've seen Dean's memories of it. I guess that's good enough...because I can also see that bloody mess in there...and it smells like something out of a dumpster." You sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the men. "Are you guys ready to listen to me about the fairies? I've got information from Bobby and from the woman you accused of sniffing glue."

The men exchanged looks before nodding and sitting down to listen.

"So, what, we thinking the watchmaker?" John asked.

You were thinking the watchmaker, Mr. Brennan, was the culprit. Someone had to have called to the Fae. You went to the watch shop, Sam insisting that he needed to be your back-up. You sat in the truck and watched the man, uncomfortable with Sam’s proximity but unwilling to let him win.

“Dean said that having a soul was suffering. Do you agree with that?” His question seemed to come out of nowhere. It was sudden and had no lead-up. “Does your soul make you suffer?”

“What kind of question is that?” You turned to look at him.

“A legitimate one. Look, I’m still trying to get a handle on this whole ‘soul’ thing and I really want to know what you think.”

“Since when do you care what I think? I’m just a weak little omega, right?” You looked out the side window to see the man in the red cap walk into the watch shop. “Souls are suffering. They are guilt and darkness and despair, but they’re also happiness and love and light.”

“Man. You sound like a poem,” he said, laughing. You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “So, you like having your soul? I mean, even though it’s the reason why you have nightmares of Hell and it’s the reason you will always feel like you’re not good enough.”

Your eyes went unfocused as you thought about his words. You had been through quite a lot. You had a lot of pain. But wasn’t that part of being a hunter? Wasn’t that part of being human?

“I don’t know what to say. You’re not wrong, but...you're also not right. Pain is human. You don't have pain, Sam."

"So I'm not human to you?"

You bit your bottom lip and turned to look at him again. It was a good question, one you’d specifically been avoiding since the incident with Veritas. “No,” you eventually answered. “No, Sam, I don’t think you really are human right now. I think you’re missing too much of what makes a human so...you’re more monster than you’ve ever been.” He opened his mouth to say something but you continued. “Even when you were under Ruby’s thumb and dark as shit, you had anger and doubt and guilt for the things you’d done; for the things you’d planned to do. You don’t have any of that. You have base, animal needs pushing you forward, but you don’t have desires. You are…”

Your words failed you so you just shook your head and looked back out the window at the watch shop. “You’re not human.”

“I think you’re right,” eventually came from the passenger seat of the truck.

It didn’t take long for you and Sam to take down the leprechaun, the fact that you could see the Fae making you an invaluable asset that Sam didn’t even seem to need, focusing on pure stubbornness and his senses to get through. When the UFO hunting leprechaun offered to save Sam’s soul, you almost expected a little hesitation, but there was none. Sam turned him down and you threw salt on the ground in front of the Fae, distracting the thing long enough for Sam to speak the incantation to send them all back to their own realm.

“You didn’t even think about it.”

“A deal with a fairy isn’t any better than a deal with a demon.” He looked over at you and shrugged. “Haven’t we learned our lessons on that one?”

“Have we? Aren’t we still hunting for Crowley?”

His eyebrows went up at your words. “Maybe we shouldn’t be.”

“I’ve been sayin’,” you responded, pulling into the motel lot and jumping down from the truck’s cab. Dean and John walked out of the motel room and you smiled at them. “Problem solved. Leprechaun and all Fae dispatched back to their own private realm. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked in to grab your bags. “You are the best! How’d it go down? Was it the watchmaker?”

“Watchmaker called the Fairies. Wayne Whittaker was the leprechaun,” Sam started, following you into the room.

“He offered to get Sam’s soul back and Sam rejected the deal immediately.”

Dean and John both turned to stare at the younger Winchester. “You didn’t even-”

“What would be the point?” Sam leaned down to pick up his duffel and slinged it over his shoulder. “We can get my soul back from Crowley without too much trouble and without a deal.”

“You sure this isn’t just you wanting to stay without your soul, son?” John asked, running his hand through his hair.

“I’m sure. I want my soul back,” he said, obviously trying to convince everyone.

“Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he want his soul back?” Dean asked, obviously trying to convince himself.

“Let’s load up and get going. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Sammy, you can ride with Dad. I want some alone time with Y/n.”

“Sure.”

You were glad that was the end of the conversation. You threw your duffel in the back of the Impala and climbed into the front next to Dean. You were ready to move on...and try to figure out how to make Sam Winchester a human again.

#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #soulless sam #alpha!sam #alpha!dean #alpha!john #omega!reader #angst

[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 9

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader  Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, flirty Dean, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, innocent reader, Virgin!Reader, romantic reader, true mates, making out, possessive alpha, needy omega, first time, desperation, heat, marathon heat sex, mating, p in v, praise kink, dirty talk, knotting, unprotected sex Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Marathon Heat Sex Word Count: 3.2k

Your POV

The second the lock clicks into place you’re trying to shove yourself off the bed, trying to get back to your alpha, even though he’s barely a few feet away in the tiny room. 

It’s pretty bare-bones; a small single bed, a nightstand with a lamp and a drawer that you know is full of condoms because you’ve had to restock them before. There are no windows, and the single light hanging from a wire on the ceiling under a rusty metal shade makes it feel like some kind of interrogation chamber. But it’s here for convenience, not style, and again you feel a rush of gratitude that the Roadhouse keeps mating rooms because the alternative would probably be taking Dean back to your house, where you live with your father, and that is not an introduction you are ready to make, particularly considering your current hormonal state. 

Dean’s strides cover the meager floorspace in two steps and then he’s climbing onto the bed to join you. There’s not very much room, but that suits you just fine because it gives you a valid excuse to bury yourself against his shoulder and sink into his arms with a relieved sigh. 

“Hey there, pretty girl,” Dean coos gently, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and petting his hands, wide and heavy, down your back, to help ease the shivers wracking your body. “I gotcha, don’ worry. Alpha’s gotcha,” he murmurs, and the deep, gravelly timbre of his voice sends an altogether different shiver through you, one that ends up tingling and buzzing in the concentration of nerves between your legs. 

You tilt your chin up to look at him, anticipation shining from your eyes, and he understands instinctively. The first touch of his lips to yours is soft, gentle, and careful as if he’s worried he’ll scare you off or hurt you somehow. But you don’t have the patience for tenderness, your body is screaming out for your mate, your blood boiling so hotly beneath your skin you’re afraid it might be pushed away from your flesh. You need Dean to force you back together, to make you whole again. 

Your arms slink up around his neck and you bury your hands in his hair, tugging so forcefully that he lets out a grunt of surprise, tinged with pain, but it doesn’t stop you from dragging him down on top of you wantonly. Dean follows your lead and crushes you between his body and the mattress, and his weight feels simultaneously comforting and calming while making the arousal in your gut bloom even more desperately than before. His lips are devouring yours now, his tongue making quick work of the barrier that your lips had been and forcing you open for him, consuming your every moan and whimper with greedy, rasping growls of his own. 

When Dean pushes himself up on his hands and knees above you, you whine at the loss of his touch, and he smiles down at you with a knowing smirk. Reaching down, he teases his hands under the hem of your shirt, begins to ruck the material up your stomach, staring intently at your chest, which is rising and falling dramatically with the effort of your breaths. You wriggle a little to get your arms free enough to grab your shirt and strip out of it, too eager to be undressed to care how ungraceful you must have looked. Dean lets out a heavy breath, dropping his head down to nose at the swell of your breasts showing above your bra. He kisses the skin, light, and teasing, as his hands skim down your torso to the waistband of your jeans. 

You sigh happily as he flicks open the button and gets the zipper down, lifting your hips automatically so he can shuffle the tight denim down your legs. When he throws the jeans over the side of the bed, you dimly recognise the sound of your phone hitting the floor and skittering off somewhere, but you don’t care enough to stop and check that it hasn’t broken. Dean’s fingers are back on your body, teasing at the hem of your underwear, dipping under the elastic just barely before he retreats and runs his fingers over the front of your panties instead. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me ‘mega,” Dean growls, his fingers trailing between your slicked-up folds over the cotton of your panties. You mewl under his dexterous touch, and you lean into the sensations that are beginning to cloud your head with overwhelming need. You can feel your heat crawling across your skin, breaking you out in a sweat that’s beading in your hairline and tickling as it traces down the column of your throat.  

“Need you, alpha,” you pant breathlessly, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale as much of him as your senses can take while he hugs you tightly against him, his fingers still brushing teasingly in the crevice between your thighs. 

“I can tell,” Dean chuckles, almost as out of breath as you are, and he pulls back to smile at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear tenderly. “Been a while?” he smirks sympathetically, and you feel yourself flush under his stare. 

“Um… you could say that,” you hedge, not quite sure how to admit to him that you’re actually a virgin, or why you’ve waited until now to sleep with someone, but also not seeing a way around it. 

He stares at you for a moment while you hold your breath, and then you see understanding light up his crystalline green eyes. 

“Oh.” 

The word leaves him in a rush of air as if your circuitous confession has punched him in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. You give him a small, awkward smile, resisting the urge to bury your face in his chest again and hide your shame amidst the folds of his flannel shirt. 

“You fuckin’ with me?” he asks like he doesn’t quite believe you, and you shake your head awkwardly, hoping you haven’t just ruined everything. “Why?” he bursts out incredulously, but then he immediately looks sheepish and begins to backpedal. “I mean, uh, were you waiting for marriage or…” he trails off, glancing down your body and looking guilty about the fact that he already has you down to nothing but your underwear when this is clearly the first time anyone has ever undressed you. 

“You,” you put your fingers beneath his chin and lift his face back up so he can see the sincerity in your answer. “I was waiting for you.”

“Fuckin’ hell, ‘mega,” Dean lets out the words in a whoosh of breath, clutching you even closer as he buries his face in your hair, his hands digging into the flesh of your back, and his cock digging into your hip. “You can’t just fucking say shit like that,” he groans into your skin, lips slipping through the sweat-sheen that’s covering the column of your throat, his teeth grazing the vein that runs alongside your mating gland. 

“W-why not?” you whimper, and you feel his fingers flex around your waist as he drags his hands lower, pulling you closer into him. 

“Because you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me if you keep talkin’ like that,” Dean growls, the tips of his fingers now playing with the elastic waistband of your black, cotton panties. 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re mine.” His hands grope under your panties, fingers kneading the round globes of your ass and prying you apart, skimming down lower, and you know he’s felt just how fucking slick you are when he moans against you. 

“I wanna be,” you pant, your breath hitching as his fingertip skims through the arousal on the very top of your inner thigh, so close to where you really want to feel him. “Wanna be yours, Alpha. Please, make me yours,” you beg mindlessly, simply giving voice to what your body is so desperately craving. 

Dean’s hands fly to your hair and tug back harshly, making you cry out as he forces you to look him in the eye. 

“Say that again,” he challenges, but it’s not cruelty you see burning in his eyes, it’s passion; desire; desperate, aching need for you to tell him you mean what you’re saying. And you do, you mean it with every fiber of your being. Dean is your true mate, you can feel it. The articles were all right, it doesn’t make any sense and you can’t even begin to explain it, but you just know. 

“Make me yours, Alpha,” you plead with every ounce of earnestness you can muster. “I want you to fuck me –need you to fuck me– please, Alpha.” 

Dean holds your gaze for just a second, but his silence makes it feel like the longest second of your life until he finally growls –“mine”– and crashes your lips together once more.

Dean’s POV

Dean can’t believe his luck. A virgin. Y/N is a fucking virgin. And if that doesn’t make it feel even more like she’s been made for him, specifically and exclusively, he doesn’t know what else the universe could possibly have in store. He’s never really put much store in the ideas of destiny, or soul mates–especially after what had happened with Sam. Dean used to be convinced that Sam was it for him, had still been convinced until very recently if he’s being honest with himself. He’s never bothered trying to date anyone because how could they ever replace Sam? 

But with Y/N, Dean feels so much … more. As soon as he scented her heat when she’d fallen into his arms in the middle of the bar, it’s like something clicked into place, and all the parts of himself that he’d been keeping numbed under a blanket of denial and whiskey for the past twenty years suddenly felt what it was to breathe again. Every atom in his body feels like it’s reaching out for her, drawing her into him, willing him to make her his, permanently. His teeth stutter over her mating gland as he kisses along her throat, scraping just barely over the vessel that he can practically hear pumping with how fast her heart is racing. He knows he can’t claim her, for many innumerable reasons–not least because she’s half his age and he’s about to take her fucking virginity– but he doesn’t need to think about that right now, because she’s got her legs wrapped around his waist and she’s trying to pull his shirts over his head clumsily and something about her desperation is so fucking cute he can barely think straight. 

“S’okay, baby girl, lemme help,” Dean smiles toothily, leaning back to shrug his flannel off, then pull his t-shirt from the back of his neck and over his head. Y/N’s attention has already moved on to his jeans by the time he’s discarded the t-shirt, and he chuckles deeply, the sound almost immediately turning into a moan when she gets her hand beneath the denim to palm over his cock. Her hand feels small on him, and burning hot even through his briefs, and the new sensations make him shudder needily, a breathy growl rumbling through his chest. Hurriedly, Dean digs his hands into his waistband and shoves both the jeans and his underwear down in one go. 

Y/N gasps audibly when she sees his dick for the first time, and Dean feels a small swell of pride ripple through his chest. He knows he’s got good equipment to work with, but it’s always nice to hear it’s appreciated by his partner. The look of innocent astonishment on the girl's face also makes his cock jump in arousal when he remembers that this is the first time she’s seen a naked man up close. 

“Touch me, sweetheart,” he commands gently, reaching out to grab her wrist and draw her hand to his cock when she hesitates, showing her how to wrap her little fingers around him and stroke. 

“Like this?” Y/N asks, and Dean hears the nerves trembling in her throat, so he leans down to kiss gently at her vocal cords, then up the column of her throat until he’s murmuring against her lips. 

“Just like that,” he breathes, kissing her deeply and swallowing the moans she releases when he unhooks her bra and slips it far enough down her arms to bare her chest to him. Her breasts are absolutely perfect, nipples standing hard and sensitive away from the softness of her flesh, and Dean can’t help burying his face between them, kissing and licking every inch of skin his mouth can find. Y/N gasps and then whines when he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently before scraping over it with his teeth, and her hand clenches around his cock reactively, making him groan into her. 

“Fuck, ‘mega, you smell so fucking good,” Dean moans, Y/N scent wrapping itself around him, sharp and deep and absolutely intoxicating; the salt of her skin echoed in the earthy salt of sea water he can smell, the sweet burn of spiced rum slipping into his lungs as he breathes her in. He can feel his mouth-watering, and he knows he needs to taste her slick, to see if it’s as addictive as he thinks it will be, but his cock is becoming too impatient for that. Y/N’s in heat, he knows he’ll have plenty of time to play with her body in any way that springs to mind, in every way he craves, but right now he can feel her fever burning hotter by the second. He needs to fuck her, calm her body down enough that she can enjoy what he wants to do to her, because right now she’s becoming more and more delirious in her desperation, and he doesn’t want her first time to be nothing more than a fever dream. He wants her to remember it, to savour the first time his cock splits her apart and knots her cunt, good and deep; wants her to feel his cum swelling up her belly. 

Dean sits back on his heels and looks Y/N up and down with a wild hunger, wringing his hands into the black cotton of her panties and wrenching the fabric apart, too impatient to make Y/N unwrap her legs from around him so he can take it off properly. The violence of his actions barely seems to register with the omega, she simply pulls him more tightly against her with her legs, trying to force him back on top of her–inside of her. Dean grabs the base of his cock and shuffles forward a little, getting his legs in a better position, and he leans forward on one forearm so he can drag the head of his dick through Y/N’s pussy, moaning when he feels the slick dripping out onto his skin. 

“Alpha, please,” Y/N gasps, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she tries to rut against him, she looks like she’ll go feral if he doesn’t get his dick inside of her soon. 

“You’re sure?” Dean’s conscience makes him double-check, even though his tip is already pressing inside of her, the walls of her cunt clamping greedily around him. 

“Yes, yes, please,” she begs, a tear of desperation slipping from the corner of her eye and running sideways down her face and disappearing in her hair. “Please, alpha. I need you.” 

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart,” Dean leans forward and kisses the tear track that is glinting dully on her temple, using the forward momentum to press himself inside of her as gently as he can manage. She’s fucking tight, and yeah, he’s always wanted to fuck a virgin, but he hadn’t actually thought about how much tighter she would feel than all the girls he’s used to feeling wrapped around his cock. She feels just as tight as– Dean slams a door on that thought and concentrates on easing himself slowly into the slick warmth of the omega beneath him. He realises absently that he’s still making shushing sounds, whispering small words of comfort into the girl’s ear as his cock splits apart the final seams of her innocence. 

“Doing so good for me, ‘mega. You feel so perfect for me baby girl, you were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you? Shh, s’okay, almost there baby, just a little more. Just relax f’me, shit, yeah there’s a good girl.” 

He manages to push entirely inside of Y/N, his hips grinding into hers, the root of his cock rubbing against the base of her clit, and Dean lets out a breath of relief, the tension melting out of his shoulders a little. It had been a genuine effort to hold himself back from slamming into her in one thrust, and he’s secretly impressed with his own restraint. He keeps his movements small to start, just rocking their hips together, keeping his cock pressed in as deeply as it can go, and enjoying the way Y/N pulses around him every time he grinds over her clit. 

“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” Dean checks, a little embarrassed at how raspy his own voice sounds. 

“Good,” Y/N whimpers, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and Dean can feel her scenting him. It makes his cock twitch heavily inside of her, and he wonders if she can feel it too. “Feels so fucking good,” she sighs deeply. “Way better than my stupid toy.” 

Dean chuckles darkly at that comment. 

“Just wait until I pop my knot inside that pretty cunt, baby girl,” he whispers huskily, teeth grazing the shell of her ear and making her shudder. “You’ll never want to use that toy again, just be begging me for my alpha knot every fucking day.” He takes the opportunity to punctuate his words with his first real thrust, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward quickly, but gently, still not wanting to hurt her. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N gasps, choking on a groan as Dean pulls back and thrusts again. “Oh my god.” 

“That feel good, ‘mega?” Dean pants, falling into a rhythm. “You like your alpha fucking you? Like that big alpha cock inside your pussy?” 

“Fuck yes,” she moans, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as if somehow that will make the pleasure she’s feeling more bearable. 

“You’ve got such a sweet cunt, ‘mega, takin’ me so good,” he grunts, pressing himself up on his knees a bit more to change the angle, fucking himself harder against the top of her pussy where he knows her slick glands are. “So fucking wet for your alpha, got us all fucking messy didn’t you baby? Think about how dirty you’ll be when I’ve got you squirting on my knot, my cum leaking out of you…” Dean stutters in his own dirty talk, Y/N’s pussy spasming around him suddenly and sending a gush of slick over his cock as the girl squeals under him, thin and loud, turning her head to bury her face in a pillow as she cums on his cock. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Dean curses, feeling his knot swell at the base of his cock as he watches Y/N orgasm around him, the sight pushing him to the edge of his own desperation. “Fuck, fuck…gonna fucking cum inside you ‘mega. My omega.”

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[holylulusworld]

Beta in heart

Summary: You’ve got a secret.

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

Side pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega! Cassie Robinson

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, lies, jealousy, unrequited feelings, Dean being an ass, rut

Now, … 

We all lie sometimes. Right? Little white lies to make the person next to you feel more comfortable, or to protect yourself.

In your case, it was the latter. 

Maybe you did it to not be treated like someone’s property. Maybe to protect yourself from getting hurt. 

In the end, it didn’t matter. Not anymore. 

He found out the truth and is furious. Even worse, he tries to break down the door to get inside your room.

His rut won’t let him think straight. If he manages to break your door, he’ll claim you in the heat of the moment. Just like you always feared…

A few days earlier, Cape Girardeau, Missouri

“I wanted to thank you again for helping me,” Cassie guiltily looks at you. 

It’s the first time you met her, but the second time for Sam and Dean helping her with a case. According to what Sam told you, she’s usually bubbly and self-confident. 

But the moment you stepped into her living room, following Sam and Dean to tell her that the wrath had been defeated, she changed. Her eyes drop to the ground, and you frown as you seem to be the reason for her behavior.

“It was nothing, really,” you hastily say before one of the brothers can tell her so. “Dean’s friends are our friends. And it’s our job to hunt down the evil.”

“Well…I…” She trails off, glancing at Dean. “It wasn’t nothing. All of you risked your lives.” 

Sam clears his throat, jerking his head toward the door. “I’ll get the books,” he says. “Can you lend me a hand, Y/N?”

“Sure,” you wrinkle your forehead but follow Sam outside. You know Cassie is an old friend of Dean and maybe he wants to have some time alone with her.

Sam and you left Cassie’s place to get a few hours of sleep. It’s a long drive back to your current hideout, and you don’t want to sleep in the car again.

Dean didn’t come back. Of course, he didn’t. You’re not foolish enough to believe he’d not take the chance and get laid.

You knew the moment Cassie came back into the picture that he’d jumped the chance to have a tête-à-tête with the pretty brunette goddess. 

Years ago, you would’ve spent the night curled into a ball, the pillow tear-stained because of your broken heart. Now it’s just a dull pain you can suppress and ignore.

You accepted a long time ago that Dean is not interested in you in a romantic way. He sees the sister in you they never had. 

Dean came back in the morning, smiling and joking while you tried to hide your sour mood. It’s not his fault that you are in love with the cocky alpha for years. 

You told him about your feelings during a drunk escapade. Dean didn’t remember in the morning, and you acted like you didn’t pour your heart out.

“Cassie invited all of us for lunch,” he casually says. As if you can’t see the hickeys on his neck, or still smell her on him. “What do you say? Sammy? Sweetheart?”

That nickname makes you want to throw up. It sounds like he tries to mock you using it after he fucked some other omega. 

Again, you tell yourself it’s not his fault you fell for him. It’s yours for not telling him how you feel sooner, or while you are sober.

“Fine by me. I’m hungry, and free food is free food,” you casually say while you struggle to keep the sadness out of your voice. “She’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” he dreamily says, smiling dopily, breaking your heart even more as he tells you that he wants to come back more often from now on.

“Dean said you are beta, and that you are strong and smart,” Cassie awkwardly looks at you. She stiffly points to the couch, inviting you to sit with her. Dean and Sam wanted to check on another case one town away and you are left with the omega Dean chose over you. “So—uh…you hunt with the boys.”

“For a few years,” you shrug and try to ignore that you can smell Dean on her. He must’ve done more than help her wash the dishes. You shudder and scrunch up your nose.

“What’s wrong with you?” She cocks her head and watches you squirm on the sofa. “Y/N? Are you sick?”

You make a retching noise, concerning her even more. “I’m fine. It’s just…nothing…forget it.” You shake your head.

“Shit,” Cassie exclaims. “You can smell Dean on me. Right? That’s the reason you act like you are about to puke on my carpet. Does he know?”

Your heart drops. She cannot tell Dean. He’ll get mad and chase you away if he ever finds out about your true nature. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Only omegas can smell an alpha,” she softly says and places her hand on your knee. “You are hiding your nature from him, I assume.”

“I-no…”

“Why didn’t you tell him that you are an omega? Why lie to him? If you see him as your alpha…” She sighs deeply as you still refuse to admit that you are not a beta. “We both know that you feel more than friendship for him.”

“If you have an ounce of decency and a heart, you won’t tell him, “You get up from your seat. “You fucked him without asking if I’m his mate. So, you owe me.”

It’s not fair to call Cassie out on sleeping with Dean, but you’ve got no choice. She can’t tell him what she found out. And you will make sure of it.

“She doesn’t want to see me again, Y/N! What did you say to Cassie!” Dean is furious. After your little talk with Cassie, she decided it’s best to make sure that you and Dean finally talk about the elephant in the room.

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“She said you are hiding things from me, and that you have feelings for me! I thought we talked about catching feelings. We both agreed on never talking about what you told me that night.”

“You remember?” You shake your head in disbelief. “All this time I believed you were oblivious to my feelings. But you knew all along.”

“You’re beta and we can never be together.”

“What if I was omega? Would my presentation change things between us?” It’s time to be brave and talk to Dean. 

“It doesn’t matter if you are an omega or not. Your presentation wouldn't change a thing. We are friends and should keep it that way.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod and tell yourself again that you are over your crush on the hunter. “Good to know. You should call Cassie and tell her we talked shit out.”

Dean watches you storm off. He sighs and shakes his head. “We can’t ruin our friendship.”

Dean followed your advice and called Cassie. Only for her to turn him down once again.

“Omega? No,” Dean shakes his head. Cassie tried to keep your true nature a secret, but she spilled the truth when Dean tried to kiss her. “Why are you saying these things? Do you want me to leave? Is it that?”

“I want you to talk to your friend! She’s hiding her true nature because of you and your friendship. I think she’s in love with you. You should’ve seen the way she reacted to your scent on my skin.”

Dean opens his mouth. He tries to say something, but then he realizes that Cassie must’ve told him the truth. “My scent?” Dean shakes his head. “That’s impossible. Only omegas can scent an alpha.”

“Exactly,” she softly says. “Dean, as long as you’ve got an omega yearning for you around, we can’t be more than friends.”

Dean slams the door to the bunker shut. He can’t believe Cassie broke things up over a misunderstanding. You can’t be an omega.  

“Where is Y/N?” he asks, glaring in Sam’s direction. Dean is close to losing his composure and has no patience left. “I need to talk to her.”

“She texted me. I think she’s at the bar,” Sam wrinkles his forehead. Something seems to be off with you and his brother. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll be at the bar.”

“O-kay. I’ll be here, reading one of the books I bought on our way back. Call me if you need help.”

Watching his brother storm off Sam wonders what happened between you and his brother.

“Do you ever think, whoa, I should jump into my car and just ride into the sunset?” You grumble as Donnie the bartender refills your glass.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “I like my job, and this town is nice. People tip me well so, it’s not very often.”

“Hmm…” you nod slowly. “I fucked things up between me and a good friend. Maybe he’ll hate me now.”

“Speaking of said man,” Donnie jerks his head toward the door. “He looks mad. What did you do?”

“Y/N, what are you—” Dean stops in his tracks. He dips his head, and looks you up and down before he takes a step toward you. He stops again, sniffing in your direction. “No. This can’t be.”

“Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to talk to Cassie.”

“What did you do?” Dean grabs your arm, making you wince as he forgets about his strength.

“Let me go, Dean. You are hurting me,” you wiggle in his tight grip. “Dean!” 

“I can scent you,” he growls. “Why did you hide that you’re an omega? Huh? You hide your nature only to reveal who you really are right when I meet Cassie again.”

“I hate being weak and vulnerable during my heats. And I don’t want anyone to believe I’m a pathetic omega who’s needy all the time and wants to nest. I didn’t want you to see a liability in me!”

You break out of Dean’s grip and run out of the bar. He needs a moment, looking at Donnie before he storms out of the bar to chase after you.

Now, …

Dean came back to the bunker a few hours after you left the bar, his rut in full swing. When Sam tried to stop him from getting to you, he knocked his brother out.

“Open the fucking door or I’ll break it down,” Dean warns one last time. “I mean it, Y/N! OPEN IT!”

He kicks the door again. This time the lock gives in, and the door creaks open. You hide under your bed, hoping Dean will calm down before he does something he’ll regret…

Part 2

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[welldonebeca]

Bonding (II)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 1.2k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, fluff, a little bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

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Dean opened his eyes with the sound of a whine against his skin, and blinked in confusion as he looked for the source of it, expecting it to be coming from the baby monitor, but was surprised to see the triplets sleeping sounding in their shared crib - something they had gotten after their toddling babies started simply climbing into one another's crib so they could sleep together.

When he heard a new whine, his ears perked up as Dittie clung to him, pussy still holding his cock after she proposed she warmed his cock as they slept.

Her whines weren't the happy ones he liked to listen to, no. She was crying, he could feel her wet tears on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she tried to get free from him. "I didn't want to wake you up."

Dean frowned, looking back behind himself and finding himself alone in the bed with her. Damn it... Sam and Thea would know what to do right now. They knew Dittie way better than him, knew how to be gentle and comforting.

"What's wrong?" he asked, caressing her hair and her ears. "What happened?"

He opened and closed his mouth, and, hesitant, but didn't let her go.

"You're sad," he insisted. "I want to help."

She watched him, big brown eyes watering, and he caressed her head.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," he added quickly, remembering what Thea had told him.

Sometimes people just wanted to be comforted, and not have their problems solved.

"I just want to help," he whispered.

"It's stupid," she sniffed.

"It's not," Dean corrected her.

Dittie swallowed down, and looked away, and he just continued petting her head.

"I had a talk with my sister yesterday, about our marriage and all," she told him, and Dean felt tense.

Did her sister oppose it? Did she say anything to hurt her?

"And she questioned me about my job," she mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows.

Job?

She didn't have a job, none of the girls did. They had their hobbies and all four had agreed they just wanted to be at home, raising their babies and being taken care of.

"Omega aren't supposed to work," he repeated what he always told her and Thea. "You are supposed to be taken care of, to be cherished and served."

Dittie smiled softly.

"I know!" she whined, sounding frustrated. "It's just... she just... I just."

She started panting, sniffing and sobbing, and Dean caressed her face.

"And she said that I should be smarter," she spoke through sobs. "That it isn't… it isn't the 50s any more, and I should be thinking of myself and my future."

Dean blinked, confused.

"What?" he exclaimed.

What the fuck was in her sister’s head?

"And that is it stupid that that I want to just be your wife and a mum! That even Thea has her painting and I don't have anything!" she continued, high-pitched and nearly squeaking.

"Baby," he exhaled, shocked.

Who the fuck did her sister think she was, speaking to her like this?!

"And I know the neighbours think I'm a fucking gold digger!" Dittie added, crying even more. "Because they look at us like that, like we are here to warm your cocks and spend your money, Dean, they do!"

He grabbed her, pulling her to his arms and squeezing hard and tightly.

"Fuck the neighbours," he hissed. "Fuck your sister, fuck what anyone thinks!"

She cried more, sniffing into his neck, and he just continued to kiss her cheek and temple.

"I just want to be soft and nice and submissive and a good Omega," Dittie cried. "And everyone just keeps judging me!"

He grabbed her, pulling her to his arms and squeezing hard and tightly.

"Fuck the neighbours," he hissed. "Fuck your sister, fuck what anyone thinks!"

She cried more, sniffing into his neck, and he just continued to kiss her cheek and temple.

Dean kissed her, gentle and careful, not knowing much what to say.

Dittie and Thea were perfect Omegas in their own way. Sure, they were twins, but they were wonderful in their differences.

So what if Dittie just wanted to be their Omegas and the mother to their babies? She was a good mother - a great mother!

All he wanted was for them to be happy! And being a mother and a traditional Omega mde her happy!

She cuddled closer to his chest, and Dean held her closer.

"You are perfect the way you are," he promised her. "I don't care what the neighbours think, I don't care what anyone thinks! All I care about is our family."

Dittie sighed, and he kissed her temple again, caressing her back.

"If I ever want to try something new, would you be okay with that?" she asked, hesitant.

"Of course, baby," he kissed her temple.

"I'm just... I'm always so afraid of disappointing you," she mumbled. "That I'm always fighting against outside judgement."

"Baby, as long as you're not bringing a fifth member to our group, you can do anything you want," he whispered, chuckling a bit.

She chuckled and moved away a bit, looking at her face.

"Sometimes I think I'm too dependent on you, not just you two, but... all three of you," she explained.

He tilted his head a bit.

"Well, I think that too," he confessed. "I'm very dependent on you and Thea and Sam... Sometimes I feel like a leech, like I'm always... just leeching on you three."

He felt his cheeks flushing. Dean couldn't be alone, he didn't feel like he would survive without them - all three of them, all six of them - and was too insecure about it sometimes. He was a very lonely kid, always so attached to Sam, always afraid he would lose his brother.

"Bobby rang in our heads when we told him about the two of you," he confessed. "He used to say my knot head attitude just showed how insecure I was with losing you two. I don't feel like I can live without you. Ever."

Dittie giggled a bit, and kissed his lips, smiling gently.

"We are both a little pathetic," she chuckled. "Silly Alpha and Omega heads."

Dean laughed along with her, kissing her again.

"I love you," he kissed her lips, over and over, loud and affectionate. "I love you, I love you."

She giggled more, and Dean held her waist tightly.

"My little Omega," he squeezed her. "My own Aphrodite."

She looked into his eyes, her own gaze gleaming in response to it.

"My own goddess of love," he caressed her jawline.

There was a lot of power in the girls' names, a lot of significance. They were their own goddesses.

Her cheeks flushed in deep red, and he laughed when she pulled her sheets over her face.

"Dean!" she whined.

He chuckled.

"What?" he tickled her side.  "You are! You are my goddess of love."

She peeked at him through the sheet, and Dean pulled her up, kissing her cheeks before doing the same to her lips.

“Come on, my little goddess,” he whispered, caressing her hips. “Let me show you how much love you deserve."

. . .

"Bonding" an interlud places between "The bunny way" and "the wolf way", and it was posted on my Patreon in February 2022. To read the birthday specials, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month, I post 6x a week and I know you won't regret it.

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[rat-hand]

If Dean got “rehymenated” by going to hell I think he could also be rebonded in the Omegaverse

#think about it and realize I am right <3 #could have a lot of fun fanfic potential ;) #think of the angst! #pov he was bonded to Sam or more likely there father because the show is fucked up like that #and then he comes back bonded to cas (raised from hell logic or something) and he doesn’t know he is now castiels omega but Sam does and is #so upset #Sam always wanted to be his alpha but the chance has now gotten take from him again #ends with them all bonding but it could be a really long and angst fic :) #supernatural #wincest #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #samdean #destiel #sastiel #omega dean #went to hell a beta came out an omega #alpha Sam #alpha castiel #famfiction #omegaverse fanfic #spn headcanon

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Sam, having been granted the priceless opportunity to watch as his life crumbles right before his eyes in a single, defining instant, can only stare. He has somehow managed to not prepare for this moment at all.

The Bite of Knowledge by theproblematique

Omegas can tell when alphas are attracted to them. It's a survival mechanism.

After years of buildup, Dean finally realizes that Sam is attracted to him.

It's a shitshow.

If you like this one, you might also like,

Love, Of Course, Excuses Everything by Zionsunrise

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[zationao3]

Bent but not broken, ch 7 [END]

The one where it feels as if Dean’s life is on hold, going from disappointment to disappointment, waiting for the inevitable fall. Only, this Alpha appears different somehow.

Chapter 7: Another way

In which Dean gets a new tattoo and where they find way of life that works for them

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[crashdevlin]

Purgatorio

Author’s Note: This is part Thirty-three of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n navigates the rough terrain of Purgatory.

Pairing: none

Word count: 4380

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, reader illness, a bit of a suicidal ideation

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You felt like you’d been running for days, but you were sure it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. You killed half a dozen monsters in the time since you arrived in Purgatory, but they seemed like a never-ending tide. Running was exhausting, but it was better than fighting forever. You were on a mission, and that didn’t involve spending the rest of your life fighting monsters that had already been killed.

You could feel Dean, but it wasn’t strong enough to pinpoint his location. You just kept moving.

There was no sun, just a haze of foggy grey filtering through the trees. You didn’t seem to need food or water, but you stopped at a river out of habit and a lifetime of Bobby’s survival training. It was a poor choice, of course, as a werewolf jumped you from behind while you were analyzing the safety of the river for drinking. Claws dug into your right side as you tried to maneuver away from the attack and work through the pain. You grabbed blindly at the machete attached to your left hip and lashed out at the monster, but before the blade could make contact, a familiar sound met your ears.

You twisted to see the werewolf hit the riverbank mud, its eyes blown out with divine power. Standing behind it was the blue-eyed angel.

"Castiel? What are you doing here?" you gasped, adjusting your grip on the machete as you pressed a hand into the claw wounds on your side.

"I could ask the same of you." He stepped closer, and you moved away, fearing a trick.

"I'm here to save Dean. What else?" You shook your head. "John didn't even mention you. What the hell?"

"I can only assume John Winchester is hoping I have perished in the inhospitable landscape of Purgatory." The sullen way he spoke threw you off more than his words. “Let me heal you.”

You licked your lips and moved your hand, shifting to allow him access. “Why would John want you dead?”

“A lot transpired while you were absent, Y/n. I made several shameful, regretful decisions in the pursuit of victory in Heaven.”

“Wait, what?”

“Raphael wanted to bring Lucifer and Michael back, negate all of the sacrifices that marked that day in Stull Cemetery. I fought against it, but…the ends did not justify my means.” He reached forward and laid a hand on your side, healing your wound with a bit of burning divinity.

“What did you do?” you asked softly, pulling on every bit of omega comfort you could manage.

He looked away toward the horizon, looking for the river's end. “I betrayed Dean…and I hurt Sam.”

“How?”

“I broke the wall in Sam’s head. I made him remember. I drove him insane.” Your eyes went wide as the angel turned to you. “He remembers everything.”

“Everything?”

"Everything he endured in the Cage…but also, everything he did and said, everyone he harmed."

"I'm sure he had some tearful words with Dean and John over the things he did."

"From what I saw in my more lucid moments, the guilt seemed to better him." You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. A better Sam was still not worth your time. "How did you come to Purgatory, Y/n? John sent you? How?"

"John didn't send me; he found me and made me start remembering. I volunteered to come once I remembered Dean."

“And how did you come to be here?”

You looked down at the hole in your shirt and the blood on your hand. “Hades brought me. I’m supposed to find Dean and get him to the exit down south.”

“There is an exit?”

You nodded and looked back up. “Apparently, God wanted humans to be able to escape if necessary…which is a great thing considering that Hades can’t get me back home.”

“I’m surprised he was able to transport you to Purgatory; it is not usually the purview of the God of the Underworld.”

You shrugged again. “Hades has always been much more powerful than he’s given credit for.” You cleared your throat and looked down the river. “So, do you know where Dean is?”

“Only based on the movements of the monsters."

"And why haven't you found him?" you asked, adjusting your pack on your back.

"The Leviathans have been tracking me. It is best for me to stay away from him…and you.”

“Wait, you’re not going to leave me, are you?” you demanded, reaching out to grab the Angel’s coat. “Look, I’m a bit out of my depth here, okay? I’ve been running since I got here, and I’m exhausted. Please, don’t leave me.”

Castiel sighed and nodded. “Of course. I understand. But it will not be safer for you.”

“It’s better than running around alone.” You licked your lips and gave him a tight smile. “So, thank you for staying with me, Cas. I haven’t been back very long and just jumped into this rescue mission, kinda.”

“I understand, believe it or not. I was in a mental institute for many months before I was needed to send the Leviathans back to Purgatory,” Castiel said as he started walking away.

“You were crazy?” you asked, following him.

“Yes. When I broke the wall in Sam’s mind, he lost his sanity for a time. The only way I could heal his infirmity was to take it upon myself. It might have been better if I never came out of my catatonia.”

“But you said that they needed you because of the Leviathans…which are…what are Leviathans, by the way?”

“John didn’t explain?” You shook your head. “Of course, that does make a bit of sense. If he didn’t explain about me, then-”

“Well, I dreamed some stuff,” you interrupted. “So I know they were…pretty much about to eat the whole world.”

“You dreamed of the Winchesters?”

“Is that so weird? I used to be the Junction, remember?”

“Of course, I remember, Y/n. I remember everything.” He turned to you and tilted his head as he looked down at you. “But you were away from them. You didn’t remember your connection to Dean and John. It makes little sense that you would be dreaming of them.”

“Maybe I just missed them, and my soul reached out and made contact for me.”

“I suppose that is a possibility, of course. I find it strange that these dreams didn’t inspire you to contact the Winchesters.”

You shook your head. “There was a block. Every time I thought about contacting Sam or Dean, something made me change my mind. I suppose that was Death’s doing.” You cleared your throat and tried not to think about lost time. “So, how far away is Dean?”

“I estimate it will take us two days…and you will need to sleep soon. You are unwell.”

You didn’t feel like sleeping, but as soon as he said the words, you knew he was right. You couldn’t keep going much longer without rest. “Will you keep watch?” You followed him away from the river and into the woods.

“Of course.”

~~~

Sleep was hard-won with the environment and the pain in your ovaries, but you must have fallen into a deep one because you didn’t know a blade was tucked under your chin until you pulled yourself out of whatever dream you found yourself in that night.

“What the fuck are you?” the familiar gruff voice of Dean Winchester demanded. Overwhelmed tears filled your eyes before you even opened your lids to look up at him. He looked dirty, angry, almost feral, but it was Dean. “Shifter? Djinn? Siren? What are you?”

You blinked the tears out of your eyes and took a steady breath. The tears slipped down your face to disappear into your hairline. You made sure to catch his eyes and hold the contact as you tried to stay as still as possible. “Now, tell me what kind of monster could connect to your soul like I have, Winchester. Unless you wanna say that you don’t feel it.”

His bottom lip trembled as he glared down at you. “No, you…you can’t be her. She can’t be here. I’m not stupid, I-”

“If there was anyone other than your brother or father that could get here to try to get you out-”

“It’d be Y/n, but she’s gone. Death took her, and he didn’t bring her-”

“Of course, he didn’t bring me here. Hades did.” You took a chance and carefully reached up to pull the drachma necklace out of your shirt so that he could see it. “John said you were in trouble. Of course, I’d do whatever it took to help.”

Dean’s eyes fell to your necklace, then jumped back up to your eyes. “You gave up what Death gave-”

“Yes.”

It seemed to take a moment for the words to sink in, but he stumbled backward after they did and dropped the blade. You sat up and looked down at the weapon. It looked just as primitive and feral as he did. “I looked for you…for over a year,” he whispered. “I begged Death to tell me where you were. He said you were where you belonged and…” He took a deep breath that didn’t seem to do its job and blinked a few times to clear his eyes. “Dad found you?”

You nodded. “Yeah. John broke into my office and pulled a Bourne Identity on me.”

“Figures he finds you as soon as I’m out of the way,” he muttered, a bitterness to his words.

“It wasn’t like that, Dean. He only found me because-” The words stopped in your throat and refused to leave. You just found him. You weren’t going to ruin the reunion by dropping the news of your cancer. “Another hunter came across me, and let him know where I was.”

“Oh, so he was just lucky.”

“Right, and that leads to your luck, Dean.” You stood, picking up his primitive blade as you did. “I’m here to take you home. There’s an exit.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

Dean nodded and reached out his hand to take the blade back. “Somebody told me about it a couple months ago. We’ve been trying to find Cas so we can all get the hell outta here.”

You looked around for a sign of the Angel. “Wait, Cas was just here when I fell asleep. And, wait, who told you about the exit?”

“Well, if Cas was just here, then I’m sure we’re not too far behind. Grab your shit, and let’s see if we can find his trail.”

“Wait, who told you about the exit?”

He ran his free hand through his hair and chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before clearing his throat. “There’s this fang that’s been here a few years. He found out about it and wanted me to help him get out.”

“Monsters can’t get out. That defeats the purpose of the exit. It’s for humans only.”

“Yeah, well, Benny used to be a human, okay?” Dean argued. “And he’s had my back for months, and I think he deserves us at least trying to get his soul back home.”

You nodded, shocked at how fiercely he seemed to defend his new friend. “Okay. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve worked side by side with something we should be hunting, right?”

“Yeah. Right. Hey, Benny!” he called out, looking behind him.

A man with a beard walked out of the foliage and stepped beside Dean. “She’s actually her?” he asked an accent that you couldn’t quite place on his words.

“Yeah. She’s real. Y/n, this is Benny. Benny, Y/n.”

“Benny Lafitte. Pleasure to meet you, cher,” the vampire said, offering his hand.

“Cajun?” you asked, guessing at his accent as you took his hand.

Benny smiled. “Yes, ma’am. Dean hasn’t been able ta keep his mout’ shut ‘bout ‘chu.”

Dean rolled his eyes and looked away. “Come on, Benny.”

“All good t’ings, o’ course,” Benny clarified.

“Of course. Well…do you know where the exit is, Benny?” you asked.

“Yeah, but Dean won’ let me take us dare ‘til we fine Castiel.”

You turned your focus back to Dean and licked your lips. “Cas was just here. When I fell asleep, he was with me, but…” You took a deep breath and sighed it out. “He told me he felt it was better to stay away from us. The Leviathans are tracking him, apparently.”

“Well, I’m not leaving without Cas, all right, so we need to find his feathery ass.”

Your eyebrow raised. “You’d keep us stuck here just for Castiel, who refuses to be found?”

“Castiel deserves to-”

“Cas doesn’t agree,” you argued.

“Why does that matter?!”

“Keep your voice down, Dean,” you demanded.

He looked around and licked his lips. “Okay. Look.” He stepped closer to you and looked down into your eyes. “You just saw Cas. He said he doesn’t deserve to go home, but you and I know him, and we know that he deserves everything we do.”

“I don’t know him that well, but I know that we need to get out of here. He’s a goddamned Angel. If anybody could get out of here, it’s him, but he doesn’t want to go-”

“He can’t stay here, Y/n!”

You glared up at him. “Dean, you should understand better than anyone the feeling of being unworthy of salvation. But he actually did something worth feeling that way. He told me what he did to Sam. You’ve forgiven that?”

“He thought he was doing the right thing. I should doom him to this place for it?”

“No. He doomed himself, Dean, and I’m telling you, if anyone could make it out of here, it’s Castiel.”

“Then why is he still here?”

You sighed. “Come on. We just talked about this. He doesn’t think he deserves to go home.”

“Then we find him and force him to-”

“Dean, bruddah, we needa get movin’. I hear somethin’ comin’ our way,” Benny said, calling attention to himself quietly.

“We’re finding him.” Dean’s voice told you that he wasn’t arguing about it anymore, so you stopped saying your piece and followed the men further into the woods of Purgatory.

~~~

“Your dad found her just to get you back, and you gonna risk it all for the Angel? You gonna risk her for the Angel?”

You could barely hear the two talking in the clearing ahead of you. Dean was facing away from you, but Benny kept one of his eyes on you.

“Benny, she’s not at risk. She is the strongest woman I’ve ever met. I’m not joking. Dad went to her because he knew that she would do whatever it took to get me back, and that means she’s going to have to wait for me to find Cas and convince him to come home.”

“I think dat’s probably frustratin’ for her. She came all dis way an’ you won’t go wit’ her?”

“Look, I know you wanna get out of here, too, man, but I gotta try to get Cas-”

“This ain’t about me. I know you gonna get me out if you can, but look at her.” Dean looked over his shoulder at you, but you pretended you didn’t notice as you sharpened your machete. “You said you’ve been sick over her for years. She’s here. She came for you. Don’t you think she needs a little bit of an explanation?”

Dean ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and nodded, letting out a ‘yeah’ under his breath. He cleared his throat and walked over to you. “So, uh, you probably want an explanation, huh?”

You focused on your machete and the whetstone in your hand. “If you want.”

“Okay. Um.” He licked his lips and dropped down to sit on the log you were sitting on. “So, I pretty hard on Cas when everything went down. He hurt Sam, so I’m sure it’s not a shocker that I was pissed. But when we needed him, when everything was coming to a head, and the power and the Leviathans had thoroughly flown his cuckoo nest, I gave up on him. I thought the Cas I knew was gone, and the world was gonna end, and it was gonna be his fault. I was bitter and angry at him and angry at Death and…” Dean reached up and ran his hand through his hair. “Sam had faith. Even after what Cas did to him, Sam believed in him…and it worked. Cas came through, but it was too late. The Leviathans ripped him apart, or at least I thought they did. I thought he was dead. I thought he was gone forever and that he went out with me barely able to look him in the eye.”

The emotion in the tone of his voice made you turn to look at him. “That’s not your fault. Cas betrayed you. You had every right to think that he was irreparably changed. I mean, this is Castiel, the Angel that rebelled against Heaven for you.”

“Yeah. That’s pretty much what I was thinking, but…his heart was in the right place. He was tryin' to make sure that Sam throwing himself in the Cage and you and Dad and Bobby…”

“Yeah. He said that. There was so much sacrifice, and he didn’t want it to be for nothing.”

Dean nodded. “Right, and he just got so deep in trying to do the right thing that he ended up way far off the mark and buried so deep in Crowley’s bullshit that…Point is, I should never have given up on him, and I can’t give up on him now. Does that make sense to you?”

You took a deep breath and twisted to face him. “Of course, it makes sense, Dean. But you still have to figure out what you’ll do if you can’t convince Cas to come with us. Are you going to stay?”

“No, of course not. I got people waiting for me back home. Until a few hours ago…gettin’ back and finding you was on the top of my list.”

“I’m sorry I disappeared,” you whispered, leaning forward to put the whetstone back in your backpack.

“Did you know what Death was going to do? That he was going to…”

“Erase half of my life and put something completely different in its place so that I don’t go searching for my past and everything I walked away from?” you finished for him. “No. He just said he was going to take away my damage. I figured he was going to wall off or take away my memories of Hell, but Death didn’t think that was where my damage started; he thought it was a symptom of the damage that started when I got way too close to the Winchesters.”

“So, he took all of your memories of us?”

“Nope, not all of them, just everything after my eighteenth birthday. Everything went bad after John and I…”

Dean scoffed. “Wow. I thought things were bad with Sam not being able to remember the time between going into the ground and waking up in the Panic Room.”

“He replaced what he took with other memories. I never imagined that I was missing so much.”

“But you remember it all now?” You nodded. “Why did you leave?” You placed your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed on it for a moment, trying to figure out a way to explain what you were thinking when you took Death up on his offer. “I know you were angry about me taking Death’s ring and about me working so hard to save Sam, but-”

“It wasn’t fair that he got to forget,” you interrupted. You zipped your pack and stood. “He got to forget Hell and everything he did and said when he was soulless. He got to forget stalking me, treating me like a piece of meat, and trying to kill your dad, and all the other horrible shit. I had to remember. It wasn’t fair. I just didn’t want to remember. I wanted to…” You took a deep breath. “Death gave me a chance. He let me be what my father wanted me to be; a normal girl with a head for antiquities and a reliance on no one except myself.”

“What about Bobby? You weren’t there when-”

“No, I wasn’t, and I don’t think Bobby would have wanted me there. He wouldn’t have wanted me to see him lying in a coma from a gunshot wound. A gunshot!” you hissed. You looked away in disgust at the thought of it. “But Bobby would have been happy with who I became. The very last conversation I had with that man was him telling me that I should leave.”

“What?” Dean sounded shocked.

“He saw that you weren’t treating me well, putting everything and everyone else above me, and he told me to consider leaving. He told me to move on from you because you were never really going to be mine because you can’t allow that. He said that I could go pretend to be normal with someone else somewhere.”

“And Death stepped right up and made it happen. So, who was he?”

You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack. “It’s so like you to pick up on the least important part of the story. There was no one. I thought I was a virgin, blissfully ignorant of all the times I was used or forced to use someone I didn’t want. I didn’t remember pining sickness or Winchester family drama. I was actually happy, but as soon as John found me, I knew I had to come to get you. So, here I am, with all my damage firmly in place, waiting for you to get your guilt over Cas assuaged so we can go home.”

“You were happy?” he asked quietly as you started walking away toward the river.

“Don’t worry; it’s been remedied.”

~~~

A few weeks later, you and Dean walked down a Louisiana backroad heading toward Benny’s grave. He’d been quiet since you made it home and you knew it was because Cas didn’t make it through the portal. Benny made it through, though, in Dean’s forearm. Souls were weird.

“Maybe you should go back,” Dean said suddenly, after hours of silence.

“To Purgatory? No, thank you.”

“No, I mean, back to the life Death made you.”

You scoffed. “What would be the point?”

“You were happy,” he insisted.

“I was blissfully ignorant. I’m not anymore. I can’t just go back and be that again.”

“You could find somebody to make you forget about…everything.”

You chuckled, thinking about the email you read as soon as the two of you made it to a motel. It was from your other-life doctor prompting you to call him to discuss the rest of your treatment and how important it was to find out how to deal with the prognosis, because if it was ovarian cancer, the survival stats were low. “I’m gonna be dead a few months, anyway, so there’s really no point.”

“What?”

“I’ve got cancer, Dean.” You kept your tone even, keeping a Hunter-appropriate amount of nonchalance in your stance.

He reached out and grabbed your elbow, effectively stopping you and turning you to face him in one motion. “You what?”

You looked up and saw fear in his emerald eyes, but you felt loss emanating from him. “I have cancer. I’ve been taking the strongest suppressants available since 2009. I’m probably going to be dead within the year if projections are right.” Dean looked a mix of lost and confused, so you reached up and patted his cheek. “But unlike last time, I’m going to Heaven and I’m gonna stay.”

“W-wait. If it’s just, just normal cancer, then why don’t you-There’s chemo and shit, ain’t there?”

“Spend my last few months without any hair, nauseated, and weak? Why would I do that?” you dismissed.

"You could live! You…or we could…we could find an angel or…why didn’t you have Cas fix you?”

“He was barely standing, Dean; I wasn’t going to have him waste his energy on me.”

“Why the hell not?!” He scoffed. “You can’t seriously want to die, can you?”

You scoffed right back. “You know, a week ago I was terrified of it. It was the worst thing I could imagine, but…now that I know everything I’ve been through, dying seems like a sweet fucking reprieve, ya know?”

“Look, I know that things haven’t been the best for you but…” Dean looked lost for words for a moment so you interrupted.

“Things have been worse than not the best.”

“I can’t lose you again, Y/n.”

“Yes, you can,” you disputed, trying to walk away. Dean stopped you.

“No, I can’t,” he insisted, getting in your way. “I’ve had you on my mind every day since Death took you and I cannot lose you again. Heaven, Hell, the Underworld, the other life, I can’t…” He took a deep breath and looked down into your eyes. “My soul hurts with you gone and I can’t…I can take any kind of pain the world throws at me, honey, but I can’t take that anymore.”

There it was; that honesty that completely disarmed you. “Dean…we don’t work. We never have.”

“Because we never let ourselves work. Between me pushing you towards Sam and putting him before you and letting everything get all messed up all the time, we never let it work, but I promise you, okay, I promise that if you go get healthy, I will never put Sam before you ever again.”

Your jaw dropped a little. “You can’t promise that.”

“I am. I am promising that I will never allow my brother to come between us again, and I am promising that if you get this cancer shit dealt with, I will finally mark you and spend the rest of your life being the worst decision you’ve ever made. Understand me?”

Your eyes went wide as you searched his face for any sign that he was being insincere. You saw only love and fear. So you nodded. “Okay. I’ll call my doctor.”

#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!dean #omega!reader #angst #canon divergence

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Made For You | Chapter 15

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader  Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, true mates, Dean’s self-loathing, Ellen not taking anyone’s bullshit, overprotective father, overprotective alpha, angry angry daughter Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - Overprotective Alpha Word Count: 2.3k

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Dean’s POV

Dean’s head is spinning. The shock of running into Sam after all these years apart is staggering, and it hasn’t gone at all like the countless reunions he used to picture in his head. He hasn’t bothered picturing them for a long time, given up on the possibility of ever seeing his little brother again. Yet here he is, sitting across from him. Except this isn’t the Sammy Dean had known twenty years ago. Hell, Dean isn’t the same person he was twenty years ago either. Twenty years ago he’d been head over heels in love with the man who’s now sitting across from him, even though they’d never really spoken about it like that, in such specific terms. Maybe he should have, Dean thinks with regret. Maybe then Sam wouldn’t have thought that he’d be unwanted, he would have felt safe confiding in Dean and raising their child with him. But he hadn’t, and that was Dean’s fault. 

Dean’s fault that Sam ran away. Dean’s fault that Sam never came back. Dean’s fault that he had to raise their daughter all on his own. Dean’s fault that she’d grown up with a made-up story about who she is, and where she’d come from. Dean’s fault that he hadn’t known who she was when they met, and he’d taken her fucking virginity. And then fucking abandoned her less than seventy-two hours later. God, how has he already surpassed John for ‘worst father of the year’ award when he’s known his daughter for all of a week?

“Dad?” Y/N’s voice brings Dean out of his thoughts, and he finds her staring at Sam with hurt in her eyes. Dean looks at his little brother and sees an unfathomable mix of emotions playing across his face. There’s wrinkles on his forehead that hadn’t been there the last time Dean saw him, and another barb of regret at everything he’s missed stabs at his chest. 

“Yeah?” Sam asks gently, eyes trained on their daughter almost too concertedly as if he’s purposefully avoiding looking at Dean. 

“Is there something wrong with me?” she asks meekly, stealing the barest of glances towards Dean, before darting her eyes back to Sam. 

“What? Sweetie, no,” Sam’s hand jumps forward to grab hers, a show of paternal comfort that looks so natural he must have done that a thousand times, Dean thinks bitterly. And he was never there to offer the same thing. “Why would you think that?”

“Because we–” Y/N breaks off, looking at Dean helplessly. 

“Y/N,” Dean warns with a low voice, shaking his head. 

“Because you thought you and Dean were mates?” Sam asks sympathetically, his hazel eyes flickering to meet Dean’s in a sort of begrudgingly understanding grimace. “No, Y/N that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you,” he reassures the girl, his attention firmly back on her. “We all get confused sometimes, hormones at your age are overwhelming and unpredictable. There must have been something in you that recognised the family bond that you have. He made you feel safe, and comfortable? Happy?” 

Y/N gives Sam a tiny nod, tears gathering on the rim of her lashes. 

“And you feel all those things with me too, don’t you?” Sam presses on, his voice patient but clearly pleading with her to understand. 

“Of course I do, Dad,” Y/N answers immediately. “But–” 

“Then that’s all it was, baby girl,” Sam interrupts with a sad smile and another squeeze of her hand where it’s resting on the table. Dean thinks he sees Y/N flinch back when Sam calls her ‘baby girl’, probably remembering, just as Dean is, when he had called her that in bed last weekend. “Get up on your hands and knees for me, baby girl. Wanna watch that pretty little cunt stretching around my knot when I fuck you this time.” The memory should make him sick to his stomach, but it only makes his cock twitch in his jeans. Yeah, he’s the goddamn father of the year alright.

“Dean?” Y/N turns to him, struggling to find the words, but Dean knows what it is she’s trying to ask him. It wasn’t just that, right? It was more, you felt it too, didn’t you? You told me you felt it too. But when Dean opens his mouth, he can’t make any answers come out. He doesn’t know what to say to this, how to handle what’s happening. His daughter is crying, looking to him for answers, and he doesn’t have any. No comfort or wisdom he can offer her. 

Can you even be true mates with family members? Dean hadn’t thought so. That’s why he’d always reasoned that he and Sam could be in love, but they never felt that thing that people talked about, the thing that made you certain someone else had been made for you, and you alone. As much as he loved him, Dean had never had that with Sam. He has it fucking bad for Y/N though. And it’s not just an urge to belong together, like family might feel, it’s a primal need. It’s physical lust, and an irrational desire to be wrapped up inside her body, and put a bite on her neck to show everyone she ever meets that she belongs to someone. To Dean. These are not fatherly feelings. Despite his lack of familiarity with the role, he’s certain of that much, at least. 

“Sam,” Dean breathes, the name pushing itself out from between his lips against his better judgement. Sam and Y/N both turn to look at him, one wary, the other burning with hope. “It’s not just Y/N that felt it,” he admits shakily, making himself hold his brother’s gaze. He’s not a coward, he can look a man in the eye when he tells him he fucked his daughter. Their daughter. “She’s right, there’s something more than that between us. She–” his voice chokes up a little, to his extreme embarrassment, but he clears his throat and ploughs on. “I’ve felt more alive since I’ve met her than I have for the past twenty years. An–and being with her last weekend, it was like a missing gear finally clicked into place, man,” Dean laughs at how fucking cheesy he sounds, dropping his eyes to his hands momentarily and rubbing the heel of his hand across his brow. “I know how it sounds, but all that shit people say about finding ‘the one’ and just knowing, somehow,” Dean’s laugh dies on his lips when he looks back up to find Sam glaring at him with a hatred he’s only ever seen on their father’s face. He never could have imagined that Sam could feel that depth of malice. Very slowly, Sam stands from his seat, hands resting on the table as he leans forward. 

“Are you telling me–” every word is measured, precise, deadly. “–that you touched my little girl?”

Dean swallows thickly. Right. He should have seen this one coming. This is the fight he had been expecting to have with Y/N’s father when they met, after all. 

“Dad, it wasn’t like that!” Y/N leans between them, tugging on Sam’s sleeve in an effort to get him to return to his chair. “He helped me, I went into my heat too early. I could have wound up in the hospital if Dean wasn’t there.” 

If Y/N thought that would help matters, she was sorely mistaken. 

“You took advantage of her when she didn’t have clear judgement?!” Sam roars, the chair flying across the room as he storms around the table and hauls Dean out of his seat by his collar. 

“Dad!” Y/N shouts, but Sam isn’t paying any attention to her now.

“Hey! Cool it, Sam! You know I’d never fucking do that,” Dean hisses, his breath a little constricted due to Sam’s hold on him. 

“Do I?” Sam demands, seething. “I haven’t seen you in twenty years, Dean! What the hell do I know about you?!”

“I’m still your brother! You should know I’m not a fucking rapist!” 

“Boys!” There’s a shout and an audible click of a shotgun being loaded, and Sam and Dean both spin around to see Ellen walking steadily in their direction. “If you’re gonna let this dissolve into blows, you’ll kindly take it outside my establishment,” she fixes them with a look that brooks no argument, and Dean feels Sam’s anger deflate a little under her glare. 

“Sorry, Ellen,” Sam grunts, releasing Dean’s shirt and running his hands through his hair, pulling himself together. “There’s no need. Dean’s leaving.” 

“Dad, you can’t be serious!” Y/N stares at the pair of them with wide eyes, brimming with disbelief, and Dean thinks his own face probably looks quite similar. 

“Y/N Campbell, do not give me that look. I’m deadly serious and you know it.” Sam takes hold of Dean’s arms and marches him towards the door, Y/N following hot on their heels. 

“I was dropping by the Roadhouse to see if Ellen wanted to swing by a hunt I found a few counties over,” Sam informs Dean when they get outside to the parking lot, and Dean feels like he’s gotten whiplash from the change in conversation. 

“Okay… and?” 

“Why don’t you look into it instead?” Sam suggests, fishing a notebook out of his pocket and tearing out a page to hand it to Dean. He doesn’t look down as the paper is crumpled into his palm, he can only stare incredulously at Sam. “And then, don’t come back.” 

“And what if I do come back?” Dean asks stiffly. He’s never been a big fan of taking orders, his dad had left a bad taste in his mouth where that was concerned. 

“It will be pointless if you do. You’re never gonna see Y/N again,” Sam crosses his arms over his chest, squaring up to Dean menacingly, and instinctively he takes a step back. It feels like Sam’s knocked the wind out of his chest without even touching him. 

“Dad, please. You can’t mean that,” Y/N tries to run to Dean but Sam catches his arms around her waist and holds her back. “Dean, please!” she turns to him now, begging him not to leave. 

“What are you gonna do, Sam? You gonna send her away? Like what Dad did to you? Is being with me really so awful that a life on the run is the better option?” Dean’s voice cracks, and he has to hold back the tears that are threatening to break free. This is all his fault, the hurt he sees on both of the faces in front of him. Maybe Sam’s right, and they’d be better off if he stayed gone. 

“You know what Dean? Do me a favour and just let whatever monster that is take care of you for me, okay? Because if you ever touch my daughter again, I’ll kill you myself,” Sam snarls, and by God, Dean believes him. Y/N is sagging against Sam’s arms, tears falling freely as she continues to protest, her fists beating weakly against her father’s embrace. 

“Okay, Sam, okay,” Dean holds up his hands in surrender, flashing the paper Sam had pushed onto him. “I’ll go, and you won’t see me again.” He starts to step back towards the Impala when he hears a deep grunt and the skittering of gravel. 

“Dean, wait!” Y/N runs after him breathlessly, throwing herself into his arms. “I’m coming with you,” she pants, but Dean shakes his head immediately. 

“Y/N, no, you can’t,” he insists, brushing the hair back from her face so he can look at her properly, but not daring to do anything more affectionate with Sam staring at them, seething and still bent double from where Y/N had apparently kicked him between the legs. Dean feels a grim swell of pride at the sight. His baby girl is a fighter. “I know we didn’t get to talk about any of this, but I wasn’t about to start bringing you out hunting with me,” he laughs sadly, hoping she’ll understand.

“Why not?! I can take care of myself, I can shoot, and I know about ghosts and demons and monsters–” 

“Knowing about them ain’t the same as hunting them, baby girl,” Dean holds her cheek, savouring the way she presses herself into his palm. Sincerely hoping this isn’t the last time he feels that, but also knowing that it very well might be. “It’s way too dangerous.” 

“At least we agree on one thing,” Sam huffs, holding his hand out in ready as if he’s waiting for Dean to pass their daughter back over to him. “Say goodbye, Y/N.” 

The omega looks pleadingly between Sam and Dean, both resolute in the decision that she’s not going anywhere, and she realises she has no chance of persuading them otherwise. Desperately, she throws her arms around Dean’s neck, pressing her nose into his skin and breathing in as much of him as she can, and Dean can’t help but do the same, wrapping her up so tightly in his arms that her feet come up off the ground. 

“I’ll call you,” she whispers in his ear, and Dean squeezes her tight in response, to indicate he heard her, before he puts her down. 

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Sam yanks her away before he has a chance to say anything else, marching her back towards the Roadhouse. 

With nothing else to do, Dean unrolls the paper in his hand and scans over the info Sam had given him. If this is a real lead, it does sound like something supernatural, so he may as well take a look at it while he and Y/N figure out what to do. Because he’s not going to let Sam run away from him again, and if he does, he’s not going to stop looking until he finds them.

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[holylulusworld]

Sweet Home Lawrence

Summary: You come back to your hometown.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, past rejection, past unrequited feelings, a/b/o, a/b/o/pack dynamics, best friends brother trope, idiots in love, age gap (4 years), implied claiming/mating

A/N: This story belongs to my pack collection.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

 Weird. Confusing. Scary as hell.

Coming back home after what feels like a whole lifetime is a step back to you. You didn’t make it in the big and busy town. At least not for long.

“Y/N, Y/L/N! Oh my god! You are back?” Damnit, out of all the people Mary Winchester is the one to spot you first the moment you set one foot out of your luxurious car. The one you bought when times were still better for you.

“Mrs. Winchester,” you give her a friendly smile, but wish that she leaves you alone. It’s not that you don’t like her. No. She always was nothing but kind to you. “How have you been?”

“I should ask you the same,” she smiles wildly and wraps you in a hug. “Look at you, you’ve grown even more beautiful.”

You want to protest. In your mind, you’ve never been pretty, not even close. Or else…

“Just look at you, Mrs. Winchester. You haven’t changed at all.”

It’s true. She has some lines on her forehead and fine wrinkles around her eyes, but she’s still the beautiful woman you admired when you were just a teen.

“Now you are flattering me, Y/N,” she tuts. “So, does Sammy already know you are back in town? How about Dean?”

“Sam knows,” you bite your tongue, not wanting Mary to know that you will do anything to avoid seeing Dean Winchester again. “Dean and I didn’t stay in contact, though. I don’t think he’ll even remember his brother’s friend.”

She gasps. “But you were so close back then,” Mary wonders aloud. “I know Dean was elder, but you got along so well. Everyone was rooting for you. The pack was rooting for you.”

“I-what?” you laugh bitterly. “Dean didn’t even give me a second glance. He was all over other omegas all the damn time. He never was interested in me, Mrs. Winchester.”

“Oh-I didn’t know any of this,” she says. “I’m sorry for bringing Dean up. But Sammy will be happy to see you again.”

“I’ll make sure to give him a call,” you weakly reply. The truth is, to avoid meeting Dean, you’ll stay away from Sam too. Even if he didn’t do anything wrong, he’s still Dean’s brother. “I need to get to the house. My uncle said it needs some reparations. I got to check on the list he made.”

“Of course, my dear,” she hugs you again and pats your back. “It was good seeing you again. I hope you didn’t forget that you are always welcome at our home. Come over any time.”

She finally leaves you alone and you can breathe again.

Like hell. You won’t go anywhere near their house. Dean Winchester always had the talent to pop up out of nowhere. You’ll not give him the chance to take you by surprise.

“Electricity is already fixed, heating too,” you sigh. Relived. Your uncle already took care of the most important things. “Wallpapers, floor, new painting. That’s manageable. My furniture will be here soon.”

You look the list up and down. It’s been a while since you moved, and it feels odd being home again.

It doesn’t feel like back then when your parents were still around, and you didn’t care about the future.

Now it is different. Years wasted on a dream you couldn’t reach. Or you did, but not for long.

Like with everything good in your life, your career ended in a mess too.

Engrossed in the to-do list your uncle left on the old kitchen table, you barely hear someone knock at your door.

You get up to open the door, if not, they won’t go away.

“Hello,” you sigh. Someone must’ve told Sam that you are already back. And it certainly wasn’t you. “Sweetheart?”

You open the door, heart dropping to your feet as the wrong brother stands in front of your door. A shudder runs through your body and you instinctively tilt your head in submission as the alpha steps closer.

You can smell it. He’s the new alpha of the pack. The leader.

Why did Sammy not tell you so? You would’ve avoided coming back to Lawrence if only you knew Dean will be the one dictating your life from now on.

“What are you doing here, Dean? I’m barely back in town,” you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It’s bad to mess with the leader.

“Mother said you are back,” he shrugs as you look up at him. “I wanted to come over and say ‘hi. I live over there now.”

He points at the house across the street.

Fuck. No. Dean lives right across the street. He’s the new owner of the large house you always admired. The one with the beautiful backyard and winter garden.

“Uh-hi. As you can see, I’m busy checking on the house,” you wave the list in front of his face. “Can we talk about the rules of the pack later? I’m rather tired.”

“I didn’t want to talk about the rules of the pack.”

“What else do you want to talk about, Dean?” you’re confused about his behavior. He gets a collar out of the pocket of his coat, holding it in front of your face. “I don’t understand.”

“I came here to talk about us, not the rules,” he steps into your personal space and opens the collar. You’re staring at the DW tangling from the collar as he tries to put it around your neck.

“What the fuck!” you push him away, making the alpha growl. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just put a collar around my neck.”

“But we promised each other to mate. I want to make you my omega,” he looks confused and hurt. “Y/N. Sweethart…”

“You want what? Mate me? After you rejected me years ago,” you whimper at the memory. “My family and I had to leave town and the pack. I wanted you to be my alpha and to give me your mark. But you rejected me and paraded around town with Lisa Braeden the other day. I won’t have you anywhere near me.”

“You were only eighteen, Y/N!” he argues, nostrils flaring now. “I was elder. Four years elder. I couldn’t claim you. It would’ve been against our rules. I have always wanted you, but you were so much younger and…Lisa was a distraction, nothing else.”

“My parents mated at the age of sixteen!” you snap at Dean. “This had nothing to do with my age. You only wanted to fuck as many omegas as possible. And look where it got you. A loner without a mate or pups.”

“Y/N, they were both sixteen when they mated,” Dean bites back. He’s hurting as much as you do. “Don’t argue with me, omega. I talked about it with my father and he—”

You whine. “No, you didn’t,” you sniffle now. “How dare you tell John about this…us…I wanted to be yours. But after you had what you wanted, you lost interest…”

“Enough of this,” the alpha cuts you off. “I had to stay away from you. My father said I must wait until we are both more…mature. How should I have known that you and your family will leave town in the middle of the night?”

“I told Sammy where we are going!”

“My father wouldn’t let me leave town,” Dean’s voice grows louder now, making you flinch. He growls and snarl while holding the collar in a tight grip. “The pack decided that I cannot leave until you turn twenty-one. And then…one of the omegas said the kid is my kid. I spent months proving that I didn’t knock her up.”

“You never called, or wrote a letter,” you drop your gaze and shake your head. “You forgot about me as you never wanted me.”

“That’s not true!” he growls loudly. “After the girl admitted the kid isn’t mine, my father got sick…like really sick. I had to help him with the pack. And then, when he got a little better, Sammy said you are about to mate with some other alpha.”

“I never…” you shake your head. “I had a few dates with that guy. He didn’t even get to second base…”

“Sammy lied?” Dean questions.

“Sammy got it wrong,” huffing you look at the collar dangling from his fingers. “Maybe I didn’t correct him.”

“The moment Sammy said you are going to come back, unmated,” Dean purrs low in his throat and steps closer; if that’s even possible,” I looked for the collar and waited…and waited. My heart did somersaults when mom called me this morning.”

“She ratted me out?”

“I would’ve come around earlier, but I bought a new flannel and got you flowers,” he drops his eyes to the collar in his hands. “Fuck. No! I forgot the flowers at home. Wait! I’ll get them for you.”

“Dean…what are we doing here?” you shake your head. “It’s been years. We both changed, and moved on.”

“You’re unclaimed, and I don’t have a mate,” he clears his throat. “Y/N Y/L/N. Omega. I’m here to announce that I’m officially courting you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I don’t care,” he looks you up and down. “Father is no longer the leader of this pack. I’m the leader and decided you are going to become my omega. Period.”

“You’re a cocky sonofabitch,” you grin as he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his chest. “I won’t forgive you so easily.”

“I’m gonna make you forgive me really quick,” he dips his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. “I always knew how to make you forgive me for being stupid. Why don’t you invite me in and we can talk about me being stupid.”

“You’re stupid, that’s true.”

“You can be stupid with me,” he murmurs against your lips. “For the rest of your life.”

“I can be with stupid for the rest of your life,” you grin against his lips. “Don’t you remember? You’re so much elder.”

He grunts.

“Let me inside. I wanna have a look around your house again.”

“Again?” you furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh—uh…your uncle asked me for help. He didn’t have the time to have a look at your house. I made sure the electricity and heating get fixed. I can’t let my omega freeze, right?”

“You could’ve just invited me over,” he hums thoughtfully. “Imagine, a freezing omega, alone in the dark. A strong alpha, who comes to my aid. You missed an opportunity there, Winchester.”

“How about you come to my home tonight? I know you only got a few things with you.”

“Your mother did spy on me, huh?”

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles while brushing his lips over yours again, “come with me. Please. I don’t want to be away from you for another minute. I almost passed out when Sammy said you will come back. I thought that I lost you forever, but here you are.”

“I let him believe that I’m still dating that alpha,” you shrug. “Maybe I didn’t want people to believe that I can’t find an alpha wanting to stick around.”

“I want to stick around,” he nips at your lips. “Please let me stick around.”

“If you order food, I’ll stay at your place for tonight,” you give in, just a little. “But no funny business, Sir. I haven’t seen you for a lifetime…”

Hours later Dean lies wide awake with you in his arms. You’re not wearing the collar, but his mark.

It all happened so fast it appears to be a dream. He can’t believe you ended up mating.

“Warm,” you mumble rubbing your cheek into his chest. “Tired.”

“I know,” he softly kisses your hair. Dean’s heart swells as he knows, you feel safe and comfortable in his arms. Even after all those years, you belong to him. “The pack will get mad.”

“Hmm…” your eyes flutter shut, and you give in to your instinct and the warm feeling spreading through your body. “Dean.”

“It’s alright. They will understand that their leader needed his omega,” Dean whispers as you drift into sleep. “No one will part us ever again…no one…”

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[welldonebeca]

Bonding (IV/Final)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, the Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 2.6k Warnings: fluff. Smut.  Dirty talk. A little bit of degradation. Praise kink.

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Dean closed his eyes when Bobby slapped the water in the bath, splashing it all over his face.

This was their second bath today. After smearing food all over themselves earlier in the morning, they had done the same with the paints Thea had bought for them.

He was shirtless and drenched, and Dittie looked about the same as Rufus kept shaking his long locks - the boy took after his Papa, with the same attitude about keeping his hair long and running away from haircuts, just like Sam did since he was his age - soaking his mother more and more every time he did it.

"Baby, stop splashing mama," Dittie tried to be stern.

Mary just giggled.

"Come in and play, mama," she made grabby hands at her. "Come play with us!"

Dean raised his eyebrows, turning to her in question.

Well, the tub was very big. Sam had selected it because it fit him and left space out enough for someone to follow him inside just as well. She would fit there easily.

"Nope," Dittie clicked her lips. "We are going to finish bathing you three, and you are going to go to bed."

They all whined together, all in sync like the triplets they pretty much were.

"But mama!"

"Not buts," Dittie corrected them, leaving no space for protests. "We have an agreement. You played, and it's nap time now."

"No! Mama! No nap!" Bobby argued.

Dean rolled his eyes. The kids were very young, but apparently they were doing something very right, because their language skills were very good.

"You get cranky when you don't nap," their mother remarked.

It was all Dittie and Thea's idea - and instructions - to make sure the kids had all the explanations possible whenever something went against them. He didn't understand a single thing about that, but followed when he could. Sam, obviously, was very enthusiastic about it.

The reason, obviously, wasn't enough, and they just whined more, squirming and trying to run away when they tried to dry and dress them up, and Dean had to hold the boys while Dittie ran to get Mary dressed up before she escaped the bathroom.

"Hey, you don't want to stay in that dirty tub all day," he squeezed them, trying to play good cop. "And you can just play together in your room if you don't want to nap. It's alright."

They continued to pout, though not struggling much, and Dean carried the three into the room in his arms - they were getting bigger now, he could barely do that for too long now.

"Daddy," Mary whined, slouched over his shoulder in a very tired voice. "Not sleepy."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well, I can't move the mountains," he sang the song from their new favourite film. "I can't make the flowers bloom. I can't spend another night up in my room, waiting on a miracle."

Dittie smirked as she opened the door to their shared bedroom - they were planning on renovating the house and adding at least four new rooms to fit their growing family, and making their bedroom larger - when she heard his voice. Dean grew up with his mother singing him to sleep, and had understood the technique once he had his own pups: singing put them to sleep immediately.

They all knew that very well.

"I can't heal what's broken," he moved side to side, rocking them a bit and smiling when they sniffed him, rubbing their noses on his bare skin. "Can't control the morning rain or a hurricane..."

Skin to skin contact always made the babies calm down quicker, regardless of which parent was doing it.

According to the girls, he had a good voice. It always flustered him when they pointed it out, though.

"Always waiting on a miracle," he put Bobby down, doing the same with Rufus right after. "A miracle."

The kids were drowsy, but not yet sleep, which was what they went for when it came to bedtime.

Sleeping was for the bed.

"Always walking alone," he patted Mary's butt gently when she raised her head to look at him. "Always wanting for me. Like I'm still at that door..."

It was a very sad song. However, he didn't think he would be able to put them to sleep to 'We Don't Talk About Bruno'. It was a little too exciting.

Mary's eyes were droopy as she looked at Dean, though not reaching for him while he set her down.

"Like all of you shine," he covered her with her blanket.

He stepped away as she grabbed it, getting comfortable, and he could see how Dittie was caressing the boys' noses down, humming along with him, stepping back.

"I would move the mountains," he continued, skipping the bridge of the song, too exciting for a lullaby. "Make new trees and flowers grow."

He checked their electronic monitor, making sure it was on and calling Dittie with a finger, stepping out of the room together.

"Someone, please, just let me know where do I go?" he lowered his voice.

He let the door just near close, stepping out in silence steps and into the master bedroom, checking on the monitor and sighing in relief when they were all fully asleep.

"It's gonna be five of them next year," Dittie remarked, covering her small - though growing - bump with a hand. "We better get ready."

He closed his eyes, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We really need space," he sighed. "At least four new rooms, they are not gonna be babies forever."

Dittie crossed her arms.

"Well, Thea and have been looking online," she told him. "And we were thinking of bringing that up."

He raised his eyebrows, a little confused.

"Oh?"

"A new house is a good idea," she suggested. "There are a couple of places around here in the neighbourhood with a good space and a good number of rooms..."

"Nope," he interrupted her.

They weren't moving out.

This was their home, they weren't leaving their home.

"Dean, we don't have space for two more kids," she pointed out. "We barely have space for the ones we already have."

"We'll renovate the house," he told her. "As soon as we are back from Bunny County."

They were planning a trip into the girls' town, so that they could get officially married  - each brother would be legally married to both twins, and each twin to both brothers - as the bunny communities were the ones with the polyfamily regulations.

"Dean, that's not what my town is called," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever," he shrugged. "But we are rebuilding the house so that it can fit all kids and adults."

Dittie shook her head, smiling a bit.

"What, you want to protect your territory:?" she teased him, walking to him and laying her small hands on his chest.

Dean raised his chin, puffing up his chest.

"This is our pack's home," he declared. "It's my duty as an Alpha to make it into the perfect home."

Dittie licked her lips.

"I can't lie," she smirked. "It does make me wet to know you think like that."

He looked at her in surprise, raising his eyebrows again.

"Oh?" Dean put her hand on her hips. "It does?"

She nodded, smiling mischievously.

"Very much so, Alpha."

Dean couldn't help but smile along, squeezing her round hips.

"Well, we have the place to ourselves," he remarked, raising his chin. "If we are quiet enough."

Dittie seemed interested, and he raised his finger to her face, tapping the tip of her pretty nose, getting an idea.

"Why don't we go take a real bath?" he suggested. "We are already wet, after all."

Dittie stood on her tiptoes, kissing his lips, and Dean pulled her shirt up, tossing it away and picking her up.

He took the two of them to the bathroom, quickly moving to start the bath while kissing her, holding her closely as it ran and filled up.

Dittie whined as he moved his lips down, kissing her neck and sitting her down on the edge of the tub as he moved to kiss her chest, chuckling when she reached out for the soap, squeezing some inside the tub.

"I want bubbles," she squirmed.

Dean just let her, moving his hands down and squeezing her thighs before letting them wander to her little tail.

"Dean!" Dittie yelped when he pulled it gently, and he could scent how she got wetter.

"Look at you, baby," he licked her nipple. "All wet, so fast."

She squirmed, and he bit the fleshy part of her breast. Being pregnant always made her so fucking sensitive.

"Such a horny bunny," he kissed her stomach, pulling her shorts down along with her underwear.

Dittie whimpered, lifting her hips, and he kissed her thigh, squeezing her ass with one hand and checking the bathtub, checking the water.

"It's good, Alpha," she whined, trying to squirm, his little desperate baby.

"It is?" he teased her.

"Please," she whined. "Can we go in now?"

"Go in, then, pretty bunny," Dean stepped back, giving her space to move and taking off his own clothes, quickly putting them in the laundry basket and raising his eyes to find Dittie looking up at him, hiding her body under the water and with only her nose and eyes out.

Dean slid in by her side, though he wasn't able to hide his body - he was much bigger than her - and grabbed his bunny by the ear, pulling her to straddle his lap.

"Dean," she whined, smacking his chest. "Be careful!"

He chuckled. Yes, their ears were very sensitive. If he pulled on them just right, it was very pleasurable, but if pulled wrong, they hurt.

"It's not my fault they are so pullable, baby," he teased her.

The bubbles were hiding a bit of her chest, like out of a cheesy porno, and the tips of her spiky red hair were dripping with water.

"My own goddess of beauty," he teased her sweetly.

Dittie squirmed, and Dean smiled.

His little bunny loved being praised, but always blushed, all flustered, when it happened.

He moved his lips to her neck, kissing along with the place he'd sunk his teeth into - that said she was his -, licking her sensitive mating mark.

"I gotta be the luckiest wolf in the world," he sighed, taking a hand to caress her body.

Dittie whimpered, and he could feel her body heating up like a burning flame, and could suspect that she was already wet.

She whined, hiding her face on his shoulder, and Dean kissed her soft jawline.

"You are so perfect," he whispered. "Always so good for your Alphas, such a good mama for our pups."

"Dean," she mumbled against his skin, all high-pitched, and he didn't need to look at her to know she was blushing deeply.

"Such a pretty bunny wife," he raised a hand to her tits, caressing and pinching one of her nipples. "Always so hot and ready too..."

His cock was already halfway hard, pressing against her soft belly.

"So welcoming for Alpha," he rubbed his nose on her skin. "Always so good."

His fingers wandered lower and lower, and he smirked when he felt her clit already engorged and slicky.

"Please," she moaned against his skin. "Please, Alpha."

Dean hummed a little, circling the sensitive bud slowly.

"Please, fuck me," Dittie pleaded.

She moved her little hand to his dick, stroking it up and down, and she hummed against his skin as he  quickly hardened between her fingers.

"Wanna be filled up," she begged. "Please, Dean?"

Dean chuckled.

"You want me to get all messy, don't you?" he teased her.

“Yes,” she whined.

"Please."

His bunnies really loved to get messy.

"Alright, baby," he pinched her clit.

Dittie yelped and gasped when Dean lifted her up in his arms and turned her around, leaving her back pressed against his chest as he pulled her legs up to her chest, sinking her on his cock.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, moaning along with her, feeling her slick eloping his dick and her warm pussy welcoming him.

She threw her head back, resting it on his shoulder, and Dean adjusted himself, looking between her legs and watching her cunt swallowing him up. He would never get tired of watching her like that.

Fuck, she was so small and still took everything of him.

Dean just hope the baby wasn't too cramped. Mary never complained when he fucked Thea while she was pregnant.

"Yes, Alpha," she moaned.

Bunnies were made to fuck, after all.

"Look at you," he took a hand to get pussy, playing with her clit. "Such a good little wife for your alpha, with a nice tight cunt... bunch of holes that are all mine to use."

She moaned, squeezing his cock, and he licked her available skin.

"That's what you were made for, uh?" he teased her. "Take cock, perk your little cotton tail butt and present anytime I need you."

Dittie moved her hips more, too lost in pleasure to even answer him.

"None of those meek bunny Alphas were enough for you," he bit her earlobe. "You need two big wolves to fill you up with their cocks and breed you full of babies."

"Yes, Alpha," she moaned.

He kissed her jawline and continued to move her fingers over her clit, holding her close and she came with a muffled moan, covering her mouth with her hand to try and keep herself from waking the babies.

Dean shifted her in place, pushing his bunny to brace herself on the edge of the tub, fucking her fast and hard and continuing to play with her, grunting restless and holding her in place as she squirmed.

"Dean," she panted. "It's too much."

Fucking hell, she was so wet that his cock was almost slipping out of her pussy anytime he pulled away.

"Are you sure, baby?" he teased, feeling her pussy squeezing his cock, knowing too well she was going to cum again any time now. "It's too much? Too much what?"

She whined, resting her head on her own hands, legs faltering, and Dean held her in place with one big hand.

"Too good," she arched her back, raising her pretty ass more, offering herself more.

Slutty little thing.

"Just cum for me again, baby," he grunted.

She did, muffling her little moans with her hand, and Dean grabbed her pretty tail in support mid-orgasm, grunting when a third orgasm followed the second on its tail, using her body to support just before letting himself cum along, releasing himself into her pussy.

They panted together as they both rode their orgasms, and he caressed her hips and back gently as they did so.

"The bath is probably filthy now," Dittie croaked, looking over her shoulder at him, and Dean chuckled, pulled his cock out.

"Sam can clean it," he caressed her tail. "It's okay."

He watched her as she stood up, and licked his lips as his eyes followed his cum, dripping from her pussy and drooling down to her fleshy inner thighs.

"Dean," she turned around, making him look at her face. "Don't look at me like you are hunting me."

He raised his eyebrows, and she reached up, touching his ear with the tip of her fingers, and he realised they were pressed down, and his body was in complete hunt position.

"I mean," he chuckled. "You are prey, baby."

She rolled her eyes, though kissed his lips briefly before stepping out of the tub and into the shower, leaving Dean alone and confused.

"Hey!"

"What?" she smirked. "I thought wolves hunted prey."

He blinked a couple of times, processing her words before realising what she meant, and his body moved to react properly, ready to stalk and hunt her.

"Alright, little bunny," he smirked. "I'll hunt you."

. . .

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The Ranger (Part 1)

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

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

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

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

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

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

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what the fuck had happened?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

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

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

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

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

Three Hours Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The more in the dark you are-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

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

“No I don’t,” he whispered. 

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

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

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

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

“Dean-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ever kill an animal?”

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

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

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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