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[kickingitwithkirk]

Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!” 

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...” 

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.” 

 “What is Quinn doing here?”

 “So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing.  “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.” 

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.” 

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?” 

��Duh, Sherlock!” 

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...” 

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach. 

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”  

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd                                                                                                   Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.”  His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

 “I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...” 

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.” 

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

 “I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..” 

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!” 

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.” 

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.” 

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs. 

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

 “...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.” 

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.” 

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”  

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 21

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 / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, Sam x Reader, Sam x Reader x Dean, polyamory, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, primal urges, mating, threesome, mating collars, incest kink Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - Mating Collar Word Count: 2.3k

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One week later

Sam hears the door open and close, Dean’s heavily-booted footsteps making their way down the hallway towards where he’s sitting in the kitchen. His brother comes in with a paper shopping bag in his hand, but there’s no name or brand on it. 

“Hey,” Dean greets him, pulling out a stool at the kitchen island and sitting across from Sam, who looks up from his laptop to give him a short smile in answer before returning to his research. He’s decided it’s time to look for a new case, shake the cobwebs off after the sex pollen fiasco. Plus he can tell Dean is beginning to feel a little twitchy, staying in one place for so long. It will probably do them both some good to go kill something. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean asks, looking around for evidence of their daughter. 

“She’s upstairs,” Sam answers, still skimming the tabloid column of a local paper detailing evidence of a “real witch”, but Sam is pretty sure she’s just very good at distracting men with her breasts while she pulls tricks. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean stands and walks to the base of the stairs, calling up to her. “Come down for a second.” 

The girl is racing down the stairs before Dean even has a chance to sit back down again. She throws herself into Dean’s arms eagerly, scenting him as they hug, and Sam sees the muscles of her back relax in his brother’s embrace. He feels a stab of jealousy, but once again, he doesn’t know who he’s jealous of. Both of them at once, he supposes. Y/N had called them out on it at dinner last week, and she’d been spot on, but he and Dean still haven’t talked about it. 

They’d promised her to think about it, and Sam has been thinking about it–can’t stop thinking about it, actually. But it seems too good to be true, thinking he can have Dean back, after all this time. After everything that’s happened over the past twenty years. And there’s still Y/N to consider. Was she being honest when she told them she doesn’t mind the idea of Sam and Dean being mated too? Is she simply channelling the classic Winchester self-sacrificial gene that all three of them most definitely have? Sam couldn’t live with himself if he let his own selfishness wind up hurting her. 

“What’s in the bag?” Y/N asks, walking up to the counter where Dean has left the paper bag he came in with. Sam looks up too in curiosity and sees Dean smiling a little nervously. 

“I uhm, I got you something,” Dean rubs at the back of his neck the way he always does when he’s a little embarrassed, and now Sam is really curious about what’s in the bag. His brother grabs it and pulls out a long, thin box with a ribbon around it, handing it over to Y/N, who takes it excitedly. Then Dean reaches back into the bag and pulls out a second box, the same shape, but no frilly ribbon like the first, and he offers it to Sam. “You too,” he swallows thickly, meeting Sam’s eyes more directly than he has all week. 

Carefully, Sam wraps his fingers around the box and takes it from Dean, their fingers brushing as he hands it over. Monitoring each other so they open them at the same time, Sam and Y/N both lift up the hinged lids of their boxes, remove the thin layer of velvet covering whatever is inside, and in unison they gasp. Looking at Y/N’s box, Sam sees a thin chain, similar to the collar that’s in his own box but more feminine. Sam’s box holds a slim black collar, buttery soft and sort of vintage-looking leather. It’s not a choker, it looks longer than that, folded over on itself in the box, but there’s a small silver charm in the centre that makes it clear exactly what this is intended to be. 

The silver chain in Y/N’s box is shorter, the more traditional size for a collar, so the charm will hang at the base of her throat and be visible to others. Sam wonders why his is different. Did Dean think he would want to hide the fact that he was collared? He looks up at Dean wonderingly, mouth moving mutely and unable to decide where to begin with all his questions. The alpha, luckily, takes control of the situation for him. 

“I’ve been thinking about it, like Y/N asked,” Dean shoots their daughter a small smile, and she beams at him in return. “I do want this, Sammy. If you’ll have me. I would have wanted you twenty years ago, baby and all. I’ve always– Sammy…” Dean takes a breath, laughing under his breath because Sam can tell, if he doesn’t laugh he might actually start crying. “It’s always been you and me.” 

Sam drops the box on the counter as he stands so fast he knocks his chair over. He sees a flash of fear on Dean’s face as he rounds the kitchen island, closing in on him, and Sam is pretty sure Dean thinks he’s gonna punch him. The omega raises his hands and grabs Dean’s face, pulling him to him forcefully and crushing their mouths together. Dean’s arms wind around his shoulders and pull him down tightly. 

A small whimper from somewhere behind him draws Sam’s attention and he breaks himself away, the instincts of a mate and a father telling him that Y/N needs something. He and Dean both turn to see her leaning heavily against the counter from her perch on a barstool, staring at them dreamily, and her legs crossing and uncrossing beneath the skirt of her dress. Sam smirks at her knowingly. Even if she had been acting more subtly, their mating bond makes it easy for him to detect the arousal in her scent. 

“Can we help you with something, Y/N?” Sam asks her, tongue darting out over his bottom lip to moisten it, his teeth digging into the slightly plumped-up flesh reflexively as he pulls it back. He sees Y/N’s eyes widen as she watches him. 

“Does this mean you’re gonna let Dean claim you too?” she asks breathlessly. 

Sam glances back over his shoulder at Dean, whose eyes are locked on Y/N with a knowing smirk of his own. He shoots Sam a grin and walks around the omega, trailing his hand over Sam’s waist lightly as he goes, before circling around behind Y/N and looping his arms around her, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. 

“Why, baby girl?” Dean asks innocently, toying with one of the buttons that go down the whole front of Y/N’s dress. “You want me to claim Sammy? You wanna watch?” he breathes against her ear, his teeth coming out to scrape over the bare skin of it, and Sam sees her shiver against the alpha. She nods mutely, looking over her shoulder at him pleadingly. 

“Dirty fucking girl,” Dean breathes, kissing Y/N’s throat lightly, a hungry smile on his lips, and their baby girl shudders under the attention.

“Whaddya say, Sammy?” Dean looks up at him with seduction bright in his green eyes. “Should we let Y/N watch me fuck her daddy into next week?” Sam thinks his knees might actually give out just thinking about it. “Maybe I’ll even let you get your dick wet at the same time,” Dean muses with a mischievous smirk. “Wouldn’t want our little girl feeling left out, after all.” 

Giving Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek, Dean straightens up and walks back over to Sam. He reaches out for the box that Sam left on the counter and pulls out the mating collar, fingers deftly opening the metal clasp on the back and holding it up for Sam questioningly. Sam nods, and Dean steps forward, draping the leather around his neck. 

“I remembered that, back then, you didn’t ever like your shirt collars too close to your neck,” Dean murmurs, looking up at Sam with a lifetime of devotion behind his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want such a short collar, or if it would bug you, so you can wear it longer if you want, or you can double it up so the charm sits higher, like normal,” he explains, not doing up the clasp yet so Sam can tell him how he’d like to wear it. Sam is gaping at Dean in astonishment, wondering how he remembers such a small detail about him from so long ago. 

“I–” Sam breaks off when his words come out sounding choked up, and clears his throat to try again, not wanting to sound so weepy. “Short,” he whispers. “I want people to be able to see it. Plus, I’ve gotten used to ties, now,” he adds with a short laugh, and Dean chuckles too, looping the leather once more around Sam’s neck and fastening it shut. His fingers drag over the band and come to rest on the small charm at the front. 

Traditionally, a collar might have your mate’s initials or a plate with their name, but the charms on Sam and Y/N’s collars are Celtic triple knots. If they had been longer necklaces, they wouldn’t even remotely resemble mating collars. 

“This isn’t just my claim on you,” Dean says, explaining Sam’s unspoken question. “It’s all three of us, in this together,” he looks at Y/N too, and she reaches down to pick up her own collar, the silver chain shimmering in the lights of the kitchen as she runs her fingers over the Celtic knot. “So I thought, you know it has three points, no start, no end. And the symbol’s got some protective properties, added bonus” he adds, and Sam nods along, marvelling at how much thought Dean had put into this. 

“They’re beautiful, Dean,” Y/N smiles up at him, undoing the clasp of her collar and holding it out to him. Dean takes it and walks behind her again, pushing her hair over her shoulder and settling the chain around her neck, letting the clasp click back into place. 

“You should have one too,” she says suddenly, looking up at him as if this is an obvious oversight on his part, even though it’s not traditional for alphas to wear a physical symbol like an omega’s collar. Unfazed, Dean smiles at her cockily and reaches under his shirt, pulling out the amulet that Sam had given him one Christmas, a lifetime ago. Next to the small bronze idol, a new silver charm is dangling, too. 

“It’s all of us,” Dean repeats firmly, and Sam feels like his heart is about to burst. But he also feels like if Dean doesn’t fuck him immediately and lay his fucking claim, Sam is gonna tie the alpha down and shove his neck between Dean’s teeth himself. 

“Well, I think we should all get upstairs, then,” Sam breathes, looking between Dean and Y/N and recognising his own lust reflected back at him in their faces. 

“Only question is which bedroom we’re heading to,” Y/N smirks, jumping down off the stool and heading towards the stairs, the skirt of her dress flipping enticingly around her bare legs, throwing her tempting scent through the air in her wake and making Sam’s mouth water. 

“Uh, definitely mine,” the other omega answers with a laugh, following close behind her. “I’ve got the biggest bed.” 

“We might need to look into getting a bigger one,” Dean points out as he trails behind them, “if all three of us are gonna be piling into it every night.”

“No, I think it’s plenty big,” Y/N shakes her head, leading them into the master bedroom. “I don’t wanna have too much room between us all. I like being trapped between you,” she admits sheepishly, leaning her back into Sam’s chest, the pair of them facing Dean. 

“Oh, really?” Dean smirks, stepping up and wrapping one arm around Sam’s waist, drawing Sam’s face down to his with the other hand and pulling him into a kiss with Y/N wedged between them. The curve of her hips wriggles pleasantly against Sam’s crotch and he moans into Dean’s kiss, pressing her further forward and back into the alpha, earning them an echoing groan from deep within his chest. 

“Fuck, you two are gonna be the death of me,” Dean sighs, but not unhappily, planting another kiss on Sam’s lips before releasing him and pulling Y/N into a kiss next. They make out against Sam for a moment before Dean pulls back and spins the little omega in his arms, facing her towards Sam, and Sam leans down to capture her lips in a kiss next, his fingers coming up to tangle in her hair greedily as she whimpers against his mouth. 

“So fucking hot, watching you two,” Dean groans, and Sam’s eyes open to see his older brother palming himself through his jeans.”Don’t know how I lucked out so much.” 

“Wasn’t luck,” Sam shakes his head. He picks Y/N up and tosses her playfully onto the bed, sending her into a fit of giggles. He moves behind Dean and slips his arms around his waist, rocking his own erection against Dean’s ass and earning another moan from the older man. Y/N starts stripping out of her dress teasingly, flicking her eyes in their direction from below her flirty lashes as she unbuttons the dress one button at a time. 

“She’s how we found each other again,” Sam whispers as they watch her with rapt attention. “She was made for us.”

That's all folks!! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed 🖤

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[holylulusworld]

Cabin of love (1)

Title: Cabin of love (1)

Summary: Grump meets cocky.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Square 18 filled for @spnabobingo (expired): Cinnamon/Cardamom/Cloves 

Square 12 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Hot cocoa

Lulus xmas bingo: Square 18: Fireplace  

Winter bingo: Square 6: Grumpy person

Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader

Words: 1,2 k

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Snow. Nothing but snow as far as you can look. 

“Fuck’s sake. I can’t be lost in the woods during winter,” you puff out a huff. Your teeth shatter and you are fairly sure, your toes are frozen.

Looking left and right you try to find out which way to turn. “I only want to reach this fucking cabin.”

You shiver and run your gloved hands up and down your arms while the backpack on your back seems to get heavier by the minute.

“Great. Just great. Why did I want to spend Christmas at a cabin in the middle of nowhere again?”

It’s hard to see when the wind begins to blow snow in your face. “I don’t want to die out here, and for the wolves to feast on my sexy body.”

“Damn. I wonder if my feet will still look sexy with a few missing toes,” you look down at your body and chuckle. 

You groan, crack your neck, and decide to walk left. “I’m going to find this cabin. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do…”

You stomp through the snow masses, huffing and puffing until your eyes land on a cabin. 

“There it is. My cabin,” you squeal. “Holy shit. I found it. FUCK! YES!!!”

Hurriedly making your way toward the cabin you grin like an idiot. You defeated the snow masses, the woods, and the cold. Now you are standing in front of the cabin, releasing a shuddery breath.

“Cabin of love?” you furrow your brows as you read the name of the cabin carved into the door. “What? I wanted the cabin of solitude, not love. That fucking idiot booked me the wrong cabin.”

“Sonofabitch!” you scream as a man almost rips the door out of its hinges. He growls at you and flares his nostrils. “What are you doing here at my cabin?” He barks.

“Your cabin?” you point a gloved hand at the man. “That’s my cabin. My assistant booked it for me.”

“Lady, this is my cabin,” the alpha steps outside. He smirks as you fight the cold and shift from one foot to the other. “You should call your assistant and fire them. They gave you the wrong information.”

“Sir, I made my way through the woods, snow, and cold to get here. This is my cabin. You can fight me on this, but you won’t succeed,” you snarl at the alpha. “Now leave my cabin.”

“Miss, this is the cabin my father built for my mother before my birth,” the man argues. “See, he called it cabin of love. You ended up at the wrong place.”

“Let me inside,” you point at the door. “It’s ice-cold and I can’t feel my toes. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, “you shouldn’t call a stranger asshole. Especially when he’s the man standing between you and hot cocoa.”

“Hot cocoa?” you lick your lips. “I’d kill for hot cocoa. Lemme inside and I pay you fifty bucks.”

“Stop demanding shit and I’ll let you inside to warm your feet up. After you had your hot cocoa, you’ll leave this place. I came here for a reason.”

“I’ll not leave,” pursing your lips you hold the alpha’s gaze. “I walked for like three hours. I will not walk back to my car. Did you see all the snow?”

“Did you realize this is not your cabin and that it’s already occupied?” he watches you brush past him. “Hey! You can’t just…” the alpha huffs as you make your way inside the cabin. “Yeah, why don’t you come inside and make yourself home.”

“I’m planning on it,” you drop your backpack to the ground as the man follows you inside his cabin. “Be a sweetheart and make me that hot cocoa you were talking about.”

“What? Lady, this is not a hotel,” snapping your fingers at the alpha you wait for him to make you hot cocoa. “Who do you think you are?”

“Your guest,” you quip.

The alpha just stares at you. “Lady, I didn’t invite you to stay.”

“Don’t act like a caveman,” you use your teeth to take off your gloves. “Be nice, and I’ll pay you for your service.”

“I’m not a peasant,” the alpha grits his teeth. “Lady, I’m warning you. If you don’t—hey!” you drop your coat, scarf, and boots to the ground to hurriedly make your way toward the fireplace. “Don’t litter at my cabin.”

“Don’t yell at me, grump,” you talk back. “I want that hot cocoa.” You sit on the large beanbag in front of the fireplace to get warm and cozy. 

“You can’t just invade my—” the alpha huffs. “I wanted to be alone on Christmas. This includes not having guests at my cabin. You can have the hot cocoa, and then you’ll leave.”

“You’re not nice.”

“I’m not the one invading someone else’s place, miss,” he mutters. The alpha walks toward the small kitchenette to get you a mug of hot cocoa. “I’ll kick her out the moment she finished her hot cocoa. I swear.”

“You know, it’s impolite to mumble, Sir. And you still didn’t tell me your name,” you say. “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.” 

“That’s a stupid name,” the alpha huffs as he walks toward the fireplace to hand you a mug of hot cocoa. He even added a few tiny marshmallows. 

“That’s not my name. I just meant that-“ he groans as you smirk darkly. “You’re annoying as fuck.”

“You’re a grump so we are even,” you take a sip of the warm cocoa, moaning at its taste. “The cocoa is good. You’re not a hopeless case then. I taste cinnamon and cloves. But there’s something else.”

“Cardamom,” he grumbles. “Drink up. I want you on your way.”

“I won’t leave,” you state. “You can’t just throw a girl out of your cabin in the middle of a snowstorm. An alpha should protect and care about an omega.”

“You’re not my omega,” he retorts. “I don’t feel responsible for you.”

You harrumph. 

“I’ll drive you back to town. That’s all I can do,” he offers. “You can talk to Singer to book a new cabin.”

“It’s late,” you yawn. “Can I not sleep here?”

“You don’t even know me. I could be a serial killer or something,” he furrows his brows as you start to cackle. “I mean it.”

“Nah, you’re all bark but no bite,” you wiggle on the beanbag.

“How do you wanna know?” he sits on the other beanbag next to you and stretches his bowed legs out to warm his feet. “I could easily break your neck or worse.”

“I got the black belt and you’re a cute puppy,” sipping at your mug you watch the alpha stare into the fire. “Why do you want to spend Christmas alone?”

“My parents booked a flight to Fiji. My brother will spend Christmas at his parents-in-law's place. All of my friends are married,” he shrugs. “I didn’t want to bother one of them. I hate being the third wheel.”

“Hmm…sounds like you are a grumpy alpha on the run,” you carefully get up from the beanbag, balancing the mug in your hand as you walk toward the alpha. “Good thing I’m around now. I’ll help you, big grump…”

>> Part 2

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[idreamofplaid]

The Call of the Bond

Square Filled: Omegaverse for @spnkinkbingo & Restraints for @spnabobingo

Characters: alpha!dean x omega!reader; Eileen mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Tags: bondage; tiny bit of oral (male receiving)

Summary: Nothing is stronger than the bond between alpha and omega, including The Mark of Cain

Word Count: 2242

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo​

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An alpha always took care of their omega. The desire to protect and fulfill their mate’s every need was born of instinct, commitment, devotion, and pride in the bond. An omega felt these things too. They manifested a bit differently, but the bond ruled both mates. It guided their actions; and sometimes that bond required something out of the ordinary from them.

The deep, keening howl began in Dean’s chest and erupted up through his throat. It was a sound that carried throughout the lower level of the bunker and straight to his omega’s ears, causing her to shudder and slick to leak from her core, soaking her panties. She had spent the last seven hours of her heat separated from her alpha, stationed in a room near where Sam had secured him “for her safety”. Every minute without her alpha made her body cry out for him more loudly.

The situation was close to unbearable. Physically, cramps twisted her insides until it felt like her womb might fall from her body. Every time she heard him cry out, the heat within her rose even higher. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her walls fluttered around the emptiness, craving her alpha’s knot. The effect on her body was bad, but the worst part was not being with him.

An omega in heat and an alpha in rut are meant to be together. Each satisfies the other, emotionally as well as physically. Alphas have a need to know their omegas feel safe, a need to know they give their omegas that feeling of safety. Omegas adore their alphas, body, mind, spirit, everything the alpha has to offer them. An omega brings peace to their alpha’s world. Y/N couldn’t give Dean that peace now when he needed it so badly, and that hurt.

She reached for Sam and grasped his arm in an attempt to steady herself. His eyes met hers, and in them she saw compassion and determination. Sam’s nature was kind, but he had a spine of steel when he needed it. He’d made a promise to his brother he intended to keep.

In an attempt to appeal to Sam’s softer side, the side that could identify with the strength and meaning of the bond, she said, “I have to go to him,” in a voice as unsteady as her body was feeling.

Sam took her arm and led her to a wooden chair at a nearby table that served as a makeshift desk and helped her sit, while he took a seat on top of the table and looked down at her with deep understanding in his sensitive puppy-like eyes. Eyes like his were an unusual trait in an alpha.

“I know you want to, Y/N. If my omega needed me, I don’t know how I could stay away; but you know why you have to.” Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. “My brother’s your alpha, and just as much as you want to go to him, he wants to protect you. Maybe more.”

Another howl carried to her ears from down the hall. Y/N turned wide eyes to Sam. Her pain was twofold. Her body ached for Dean in a way that affected all her cells, filling them with a simmering heat that threatened to boil over and consume her, and the sounds he was making squeezed her heart and brought her to the edge of tears.

“I need him, Sam. He’s my alpha. I promised him I would always be there for him when I accepted his mark. That’s what the bond means.” She tore her eyes away from the fixed stare she had on Sam and looked back down the hall toward the room where he had chained his brother to the wall.

Sam was clearly conflicted. He understood the bond between mates and understood the physical agony of an unsatisfied rut without an omega to calm the need. “He asked me to protect you, Y/N, and I told him I would. You’re my brother’s omega. I gladly take that responsibility.”

“He won’t hurt me, Sam.” She was pleading now. “You know he won’t hurt me.”

Sam slipped into the measured and sincere tone he used so often when he was trying to make a point, accompanied by his intense, listen to reason, you know I’m right expression. “I know he wouldn’t mean to, but you’ve seen what the mark does to him. He’s lost control more than once, and he would never forgive himself if he lost control with you, even the slightest bit.”

She tried to stand, and Sam gently but firmly guided her back down to the chair with a push of his hand that was still on her shoulder. “Sam, please….”

“Y/N!” The roar of Dean’s voice tore through her. She knew she could help him. Her eyes caught Sam’s again, and he saw the omega’s tears.

He saw and understood, dropping his hand from her shoulder and nodding. “Nothing could keep me from Eileen if she called for me like that. It isn’t right for me to keep you from Dean.” Sam pulled the key to Dean’s prison from his pocket and placed it in Y/N’s outstretched palm. Then he reached into his pocket again and brought out a smaller key. “This one opens the cuffs around his wrists. Remember, I’m here if something goes wrong.”

Clutching the keys in her hand, Y/N ran towards her alpha. Her fingers fumbled with the lock on the heavy steel door, trying to get the key to fit. The smell of her alpha on the other side of the door was overwhelming. Teakwood, spice, and bourbon combined with a touch of woodsmoke that he only had when he was in rut.

At last, the key turned, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Dean was sitting on the floor across the room with his back against the wall. He was covered in sweat, muscles straining against the manacles that held him, his head hung low. When he lifted his head and saw her, a growl rumbled deep in his throat.

“Y/N, no. You can’t be here.” Even as he spoke, he snatched against the chains binding him, causing them to rattle, and another growl erupted from deep within him.

Never before had she paid no heed to the words of her alpha. Y/N crossed the room and kneeled beside him. “We need each other, Dean. I don’t care what kind of mark is on your arm; you’re still my alpha, and I’m not leaving.”

The tendons in his neck strained, and his nostrils flared. “Y/N, I can’t. I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you…and I won’t let that happen. I’ll never let it happen. Do you hear me, Y/N? Go, Omega. Leave me.”

She moved to sit on his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. “No, Dean. I won’t.”

Y/N brushed her lips across his, and immediately he responded by pushing his tongue against the seam of her lips. She accepted him eagerly, as she always had. Dean pulled on the chains again, even harder than he had before. The longing to feel his arms around her was surpassed in strength only by the call of the bond that had brought her to him.

When she pulled away from her alpha, she saw that his eyes were closed; and he was panting, releasing his breath in audible huffs. Gently, she touched the scruff of beard on his cheek, and he opened his eyes. Y/N’s love and devotion for Dean moved through her. It enveloped her. In this moment, it was her. She still had an unused key, and she reached for one of the metal cuffs around Dean’s wrist to unlock it.

He attempted to pull his arm away and shook his head. “No, Y/N. Don’t.” They looked at each other, a hurricane of emotions blowing through them that were reflected in their eyes. Dean lay his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “I want you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much. It’s making me crazy. But you’ve seen what having this mark on my arm does to me, and it just keeps gettin’ worse.”

Dean nuzzled into her neck, his nose brushing the spot where he’d left his mark. She combed her fingers through his hair. “Dean, I trust you. You won’t do anything violent with me.”

He drew in a long breath and held it. “Not now, but if we’re mating…everything that does to me…. I’m the first alpha to have The Mark of Cain. We don’t know what could happen. I’m not going to risk it. Just smelling you now, having you this close….” Dean yanked his chains again, and the rattle of them echoed in the empty room.

“Okay, Alpha. You’re right. You’re always right.” She said it soothingly, but while she talked, she started to unfasten his belt. As a result, his pupils got larger, making his eyes almost black.

“What are you doing, Y/N?

Her lips dragged across the stubble on his jaw. “Exactly what you want, my alpha.” She finished opening his pants. First the button, followed by the zipper until she could reach in and pull his hard, thick cock from his underwear. It stood against his stomach exposing the vein that ran along the underside of it. She stood, peeled off her own leggings, and once again took her place on his lap, her now bare opening rubbing against his throbbing cock.

“Y/N.” Warning and lust mingled in the throaty deepness of Dean’s voice. She lowered her head to swirl her tongue around the tip of his shaft. Then she kissed him with the taste of his pre-come on her lips.

“Omega.” His tone had changed; he wasn’t telling her to go anymore. The mating instinct had won the battle taking place inside him.

Y/N guided his shaft to her entrance and sank down, taking all of him. Dean started to roll his hips, thrusting into her. Her hips moved in time with him, and she rode him while she kissed him, their tongues tangling together. His hands might not be able to touch her, but they couldn’t be closer. Every grunt he made was for her, and her every sigh was his.

Dean slowly brought his omega to an orgasm that peaked with her legs shaking on each side of him. The alpha didn’t slow down. “You’ve got more for me, my omega. I know you do, and I’m going to pull every bit of it out of you. You’re brave, beautiful, foolish, and you’re mine. I should punish you later for not listening to me.” Y/N threw her head back, exposing her neck and his mark that it bore. His words were causing her to clench around him, chasing another orgasm.

“That’s it, my beautiful omega. Give it to me. Do exactly what I tell you to.” Y/N held onto Dean tightly as she moved on him faster, feeling the sweet stretch of him pushing her to her limits. “Come for me. Come for me…again.”

She fell apart, seeking for him to hold her together somehow without being able to touch her. Weak from the orgasms, she kept her arms around his neck. Her body was drained from the way she had reacted to him. With a roar from her alpha, his knot popped inside her, inflating to its full size and filling her with his come. His seed pumped into her, making her feel claimed all over again as she did every time they joined together like this.

Nothing about him now suggested he was out of control. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N caught sight of the small key on the floor that would free Dean’s wrists, and she was tempted. He didn’t try to stop her when she reached for it or when she slid it into the lock of one cuff and then the other.

Once free, Dean cradled his omega in his arms and ran his fingers through her hair. He was as gentle with her as always when their bodies were connected together. His kisses were soft, his words sweet.”You are so perfect for me, my omega.”

Minutes ticked by. Y/N’s breathing synced with her alpha’s, and she listened to the soothing sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear while he continued to stroke her hair. Once his knot had deflated, he remained inside her, staying joined with her while he placed a finger under her chin and tipped her face up so she could see him.

“You know this could have turned out bad.” Concern for you was mixed with the deep everlasting love of an alpha for his omega in Dean’s jade eyes. “You do realize that, don’t you?”

Y/N swallowed hard, never wanting to displease her alpha. “I didn’t think it would be anything other than what it was, what it’s always been between us. I know you, Dean. With or without the mark, I know you.”

Dean’s kiss told her what he rarely said in words. He loved her. She knew it, and it was that love that fueled her trust in him, her unwavering certainty that he would always protect her, no matter the circumstances. There was nothing stronger than their bond.

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[princessmisery666]

Soulless Sam is a dick but I think this may become a problem later on.

The smut was so sweet and tender and extremely hot 🥵

Tattered: Spit and Sinew

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

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

Written for: @spnabobingo​​

Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing

Written for: @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me a Story Bingo

Square filled: Something Unexpected

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5374

Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia​ for all her support. xoxo

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Soulless Sam

     Dean’s huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don’t know why he’s so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa’s smelling like bland beta pussy, so it’s not like he’s one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean’s been busy, I’ve got to hand him that.

     "You’re not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you’ve got on you,“ Dean decides. Called it.

     "Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way,” I agree. But now Dean’s looking at me like I’m speaking in tongues. “ What?”

      Dean rolls his eyes.

      "What?!“ I repeat.

      "Look, man, I know you’ve had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?" 

      I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same.”

      "I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I’m getting the coffees now. Don’t take too long, Mr. I’m Worth It.“ He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he’s pissed, but it’s actually kind of funny.

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[whatitsaysonthetin]

Title: A is for Alpha

Author: whatitsaysonthetin

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Rating: Explicit

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

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

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

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

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

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

He has a meeting later, goddammit!

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

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Alpha Forest (Part 1)

Summary: After an accident in the sky, the reader wakes up midair with very little time to react. Only things might not be a simple accident after all and the reader and Dean have very little time to get out of a bad situation...

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Pairing: Alpha!Bodyguard!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Free Space

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, scary situations, minor injuries)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo​​

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You were cold when you woke up, a strange pressure on your back. You blinked, not quite sure what you were looking at. It was all blue, strange masses above you. You blinked again, noticing the feel of a mask on your face, the whipping in your ears. Your eyes caught site of something nearby, a flat piece of gray. You stared and stared until the noise in your ears started to crackle.

It felt like a punch to the gut as you turned around and saw the ground getting closer and closer. You started turning, looking above you and to your left and right, finally spreading yourself out. You flew upwards and past the gray piece of metal, breathing deeply in the mask as you started scanning the sky for a parachute. There were emergency parachutes under all of the seats of the private jet, that much you knew for sure.

You head zero depth perception after waking up mid air but you noticed a mass over to the left that looked odd. You angled yourself over to it, finding it was Dean Winchester of all people. He was out cold, a cut on his head, his suit jacket and tie completely gone. You looked down and the ground felt way too close.

You needed a parachute and now.

You looked down and saw a cluster of wreckage, swallowing the lump in your throat. You let go of Dean and nose dived downwards, barely grabbing the backpack before you were spread out again. You slipped the chute on and tugged the strap over your chest, a little meter on the strap in the red zone already. It wanted you to pull up the shute quickly. You tried to spread yourself out more and ended up flying past Dean, needing to dive back down to grab hold of him. 

You took the leg straps of the chute and tried to get them around him but it was impossible when he was unconscious. You took a deep breath and did your best to wrap them around his waist, fisting the ends in your right hand. You squeezed your legs around him and closed your eyes, pulling the rip cord. Immediately you grabbed ahold of him with your free hand, the two of you getting yanked left hard, the chute going wherever it wanted in the wind. You tried to reach up to get control of it but you couldn’t let go of Dean without an even bigger risk of dropping him.

The ground was coming too fast and you held onto him as hard as you could, barely thinking to get an arm around his head at the last second. You were headed straight for a tree when you caught the wind and it threw you to the right, very abruptly tossing you and Dean to the ground in a clearing. 

You plopped onto your back, taking off the oxygen mask and taking deep heaving breaths, Dean groaning beside you. He sat up and looked around, glancing at you.

“Weren’t we on the plane?” he asked. You sat up and nodded, Dean picking up the mask, looking behind you at the parachute. “The oxygen dropped.”

“You didn’t get your mask on,” you said. “Because you got mine on me first which is the worst possible-”

“I’m your bodyguard, sweetheart. Sort of my job to save you first,” he said. “Which how exactly am I alive? You never should have-”

“Tough shit. I didn’t even think. I just did it. I wasn’t going to let you fall to your death,” you said. “I-”

He threw a hand over your mouth, reaching behind himself, his gun no longer in it’s holster.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “Don’t speak. Please.”

You knew that tone and nodded, Dean sliding behind you, wrapping up the parachute and somehow cramming it back in the pack. He took it from you and put it on his back, shoving the oxygen mask in there too before he was on his feet. He grabbed his hand and jogged over with you into the treeline of the forest. He didn’t stop moving for a few minutes, not until you were under a little alcoved from a small hill.

“Y/N. The plane. Do you remember what happened?” he asked.

“The engine blew up,” you said. “It must have-”

“It didn’t just blow up. It was set off. Exactly two hours and thirty eight minutes into the flight. Y/N, do you have any idea where we were flying over?” he asked. Your face dropped, heart rate climbing higher than when you were falling to your death somehow.

“Alpha Forest,” you whispered. Dean nodded and you swallowed. “Dean someone set an explosive off on purpose.”

“If there’s any survivors, there’s no way we can get help in here,” he said.

“You’re an Alpha. You can get out,” you said. “You can get help.”

“Within a day someone will either kill you or claim you,” said Dean. You both smelled an Alpha nearby, the cuts between the both of you more than enough to give off your scent. “If you’re mine you might be able to get out.”

“Dean you can’t undo this,” you said, the scent growing stronger.

“Y/N,” he said. He lifted up his shirt and you saw the large bruise on his ribs. “I can’t fight. I’ll lose. Either run and I’ll hold them off as long as I can or I claim you and I mean right fucking now.”

The scent of several Alphas hit you, a pack. A pack in Alpha Forest. They’d kill Dean and take you without breaking a sweat.

“Do it.” You felt Dean bite your neck, tearing into the flesh just as you heard footsteps.

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A/N: Read Part two here!

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

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

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam

WC: 1828

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

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Non-Traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo -Bed Sharing

A/N: This part has a couple of flashbacks in italics

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

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

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

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

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IX

Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 

Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him. 

****

Sam quickly rounds the car, blocking the Beta from his line of sight. “Dean, calm down, it’s Bobby. Remember when he'd play baseball with you instead of practicing with the shotguns?” Dean ignores Sam and tries to round-end his equally quick brother when a hand grabs his wrist. Dean halts and peers back at the O, who points to him, her ear, and Sam, who advises, “Listen to your Omega Dean."

Bobby’s jaw drops upon hearing the youngest Alphas' words. He sees the O wince as she holds her arms up and watches Dean quickly shift from aggression, something the younger man is prone to, to the gentleness he remembers from childhood. Once out, she scented the air before making the universal sign for Beta. “Yes, he is. Bobby, this is..," Dean strumbled over what to call her when she held up her hands and, with her fingers, indicated the number 4444968503.

“That’s a helluva lot of numbers for your name, little lady,” Bobby remarks, looking sternly at Dean. “Do I have to worry about you going for my throat while sleeping?” Thoroughly abashed by his reaction toward the man he considers a surrogate father, he responded No, Sir. “Good. We’ll discuss this," gesturing to Deans still scarlet-hued eyes, "later." Bobby peered around his darkened scrap yard. "Let's get inside. I feel like a crow waiting to be picked off here.”

Little did the seasoned hunter know how right he was as two celestial beings observed the group from the shadows.

"You know,” the one in a business suit said, “When they told me the apocalypse had gotten the green light and the job of watching over Michael and Lucifer's vessels to my department, I thought, this is it, this is what’s going to make me more than employee of the month for the fifth, no, sixth consecutive millennium. And I was this close," held two fingers centimeters apart, "To getting the key to the Axis Mundi and mano e mano with the big guy.” His features hardened, “Of course, that was before you. Care to explain why disregarded orders to get rid of that birth defect?”

The other looked across the yard at the parties retreating to the house while his unerring memory returned to the past. 

****

Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean from his conception. As his charge grew, he was in awe of the boy's perception of others' emotions and intuitive knowledge of how to comfort them.

Shortly before his fourth birthday, John and Mary told their son that he would be a big brother, showing him the ultrasound photograph and Dean got excited, saying he’d be the best big brother to his two siblings. His confused parents again explained there was only one pup but Dean skewed his little face into a fierce expression, continuing to insist there were two amused his father.

On the other hand, Mary felt apprehensive at her offspring's insistence, and the feeling grew throughout the pregnancy. A few months later, she was fixing lunch when Dean came running in and began talking to her middle, saying he would be the best brother in the world to them. He placed his tiny hands on opposite sides of her swollen belly, and Mary felt kicking directly under them.

Several weeks later, Deans bounced off the walls, saying his siblings would be here tomorrow. John and Mary reminded him it would be longer before his brother was ready for his debut, but in the wee hours of the following day, Mary’s water broke.

John found himself juggling a hospital bag, his son, and his mate to the car for the hospital. The angel sat in the backseat gazing at his excited charge and felt—regret, aware that fulfilling his orders to eliminate the extra pup would unduly distress the vessel.

But before Castiel could further analyze this sudden human emotion, he got distracted by the doctor saying there were complications with the pup. They needed John's permission for an emergency procedure. Not detecting any unnatural issue in the mother or pups, he quizzically followed to the delivery room where Mary, despite being drugged, had a quick delivery.

The angel watches the doctor evaluate the slightly sedated pups and deems them healthy before handing them to a nurse. But instead of taking them to the nursery, they detoured to the stairwell, and Castiel quickly realized they weren't a staff member but rather someone intent on stealing both pups. The angel intervenes and then finds him in a quandary. 

Saving Lucifer's vessel left him holding the baby—specifically, the unnecessary pup whose existence puzzled heaven. When the female gazes at him with disturbingly focused eyes, other emotions trigger in the angel, leaving him unable to complete his task. Momentarily searching, he transports her to another state and swaps her with another stillborn pup. 

****

"You disregard the plan that's been in place for eons because some reject made you feel?!" Zachariah barked out a laugh of disbelief and turned to his companion. “I’m going to ask and don’t lie. What made you grow a conscience this time? Strike that. I don't care. Now, who else knows about your screwup?"

"I told no one."

"Then we've got a mole within our midst." Zachariah is interrupted by the Winchester Alpha pulling into the yard. Pointing a finger at Castiel, the senior angel says, "This is your only chance to return to my good graces. Find out who is behind that thing's reappearance."

“Okay, thanks.” Bobby tossed the cordless on his desk. “Dr. Stevenson can get it, but it’ll take a day.”

“Good," John says, tossing back his third glass of whiskey. "The sooner that implants back in, the better.” Bobby sipped it on his glass, studying the other hunter he’d known for years. 

Bobby learned the day they meet that John Winchester was an obsessive bastard who’d do anything to get the demon that killed his mate, including dragging his two very young sons into the hunter life.

****

The first time the boys were left with him, Sam had just turned three and was curious about everything. Dean? Well, he found the seven-year-old rather odd. He would get out of sorts if his training schedule were changed but patient as Job with the toddler, answering every question, no matter how crazy they were, and caring for Sam as if he were his pup. 

One night, screaming woke him up. Rushing to the room the boys were sharing; Bobby stopped dead in his tracks. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking a howling Sam, trying to comfort him with tears streaming down his face. When he saw Bobby, Dean panicked and began apologizing, babbling on that Sam didn't mean to do it and he’d clean up the mess, confusing the Beta before noticing Sam had wet himself and the bed.

Reassuring Dean it wasn’t a big deal, Bobby gathered some clean sleep clothes and rustled them into a warm bath. Leaving Dean to watch Sam, he stripped the soiled bedding and tossed it into the washer, making a mental note to get a bed protector, grabbed a lawn bag, split it open, and placed it under the spare bedding.

He had just finished remaking the bed when Dean, carrying his sleeping brother, entered with a weary expression that made Bobby sad and angry. 

Putting on his kindest smile, he helped them back into bed, left a small lamp he’d found on, and told Dean to wake him if they needed anything, no matter how trivial.

****

Bobby returns to the present when John drops the now-empty bottle on his desk. Reaching into a drawer, he pulls a fresh one. Topping off his glass he remarks, "You wanna tell me why you failed to mention Dean has a fresh claimed Omega, let alone one beat all to hell." He stares John straight in the eye while sliding the bottle toward him.

John suppressed snarling for such an impertinent question, knowing he needed to stay on good terms with the Beta until Dean finished his mandatory probation and told him about Helms's establishment, Sam witnessing the O fighting with his Alpha lugs—explaining why it looked like it went three rounds with a vengeful spirit—to purchasing it for a dollar.

However, John couldn't hide the flash of guilt in his eyes as he skimmed over what happened at the clinic before admitting the judge's enforcement of the claiming statute was his fault, but didn't sugarcoat the details of witnessing Dean's claiming horrified Bobby.

“If everything is like you say, what'd you need Frank's help for?"

John looked directly at him, saying he needed the state order to take Sam erased if Dean failed to fulfill his probation. Bobby knew the Alpha was lying through his teeth but didn't call him out. Instead, he threw his drink back and headed to bed.

Passing the room the boys still occupied when staying; Bobby could hear them talking before loudly closing his bedroom door, giving John time to finish that second bottle. When he reopened it later, he could hear the Alpha's loud snoring, and carefully snagged the keys from his jacket, slipped out the kitchen door, and took the scenic route to the Alpha’s truck.

Bobby knows whenever John is hiding won't be in the regular places, i.e., in the glove box, over the visor, ect; began examining the vehicle's exterior and, finding nothing, opens the weapons catch. Nothing stands out when he spots a curse box and recalls John inquiring about creating one some time ago.

Bobby fiddled around with the unfinished box when, bingo, it popped open, revealing a bunch of rolled papers inside. He crossed to the garage and fired up a printer, making copies of the documents then returned everything to its original position because John would notice if anything were misplaced. Heading back to his room, Bobby noticed light still coming from underneath the boy's door and lightly rapped it before opening it.

The elder brother was spooning his mate from behind, which made sense since Bobby knew from personal experience that lying on bruised ribs dulled the pain. However, it was difficult for the man to process why his brother was sleeping snugly against her front, his fingers twined with Dean's, resting on her hip.

PART X

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 20

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 / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, Sam x Reader, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, angst, mating, accidental mating, threesome, memory lane, dirty talk about age play, Dean’s self-loathing, polyamory, multiple mates, mutual pining Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - First Rut Word Count: 3.3k

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Dean’s POV

Dean tries to keep his breathing as even as possible after he wakes up so he doesn’t disturb the omegas in his bed. Sam is lying on his side in a mirror of the way Dean is stretched out, one arm under his head, the other slung around the body of their daughter, snuggled up between the two of them. Dean watches them both sleep, knowing that he is being Grade-A creepy, but not able to bring himself to leave the bed or risk waking them. Y/N and Sam had taken the direct exposure to the pollen, they’d need a lot more rest than Dean after the number it did on them. 

Even after Dean knotted Sam and then released, the two omegas had carried on fucking, still working the magical sex dust out of their systems. Apparently, the combination of Dean’s knot and his mate’s cunt taking Sam at the same time had confused the magic enough to counteract the fatality of the pollen. Y/N and Sam hadn’t been in any visible pain after that, though still horny and inseparable. The weird mating requirements of this particular strain seemed to have been duly satisfied. 

Dean has stayed with them to make sure, of course, but eventually, they both simply passed out from the physical exhaustion of too-frequent orgasming. 

Maddeningly, Dean’s cock twitches interestedly at the memory of what Sam and Y/N had looked like together, and he chastises his body firmly. Now is absolutely not the time for him to get it up again. Reaching out, just to give himself something to do, Dean strokes over Y/N’s hair softly, revelling in the calm warmth of her–no longer the dangerous heat that had been emanating from her skin the night before–just the simple flush of a deep and peaceful sleep. 

“She’s always been so beautiful when she sleeps,” Sam whispers into the quiet of the room, startling Dean so violently he snatches his hands away from the girl. When he looks up Sam is still lying very still, but his eyes are open and alert. 

“Have you been awake this whole time?” Dean gripes and Sam responds with a sneaky smile. 

“Your legs always jerk when you wake up, you sort of kicked me,” he chastises his brother, mockingly upset. 

“Sorry,” Dean winces, guilty and embarrassed. It feels uncomfortable, having someone know something so intimate about him that he wasn’t even aware of it himself. He had never let anyone get that close to him–after Sam, that is. How many times had they slept together when they were younger–even before they’d started sleeping together–and Sam had never bothered to tell Dean he has this weird, annoying habit?

“S’okay,” Sam shrugs, looking back at Y/N. His face is a carefully controlled mask, concealing what Dean is sure must be a wildly conflicting barrage of emotions. 

“How are you feeling?” Dean ventures.

“I think it’s worn off, now,” Sam says, relief clear in his tone despite its hush. “Y/N’s always been a heavy sleeper, she’ll stay out as long as we let her,” he smiles fondly down at the omega between them, his fingers playing idly over the blanket covering her shoulder.

“Sammy…” Dean stops when he realises he has no idea what to say. ‘I’m sorry I accidentally mated you to our daughter right after I claimed her’ is not a sentence he ever thought he’d have to utter. He’s been saying a lot of things he’d never imagined in the past few days. 

Some choice phrases he’d said to Y/N yesterday in the heat of passion spring to mind, unbidden, and he feels himself flush in shame at the memory; shame at the fact that the memory has his cock plumping up again so immediately. Fuck, he hopes Sam had been too out of it to remember some of the shit Dean said. 

“Look so good bouncing in your daddy’s lap, ‘mega, his cock all big inside you. Bet you did this when you were really little, didn’t you? Sitting on daddy’s knee, bouncing up and down and giggling. Maybe we’ll put you back in pigtails, take a walk down memory lane. Bounce you on my lap and play dress up, just like when you were little, since I didn’t get to see it the first time around.”

“What are we gonna do, Dean?” Sam asks the question that’s playing on both their minds, staring at him across Y/N’s body with wide, earnest eyes. For a moment he looks eighteen again, the way he was the last time Dean saw him in bed and freshly fucked. Sam had been so pretty when he was younger, kinda like Y/N looks now. The expression they have when they’re fucking themselves on Dean’s knot is almost identical – and isn’t that a weird thing to inherit from a parent. 

Dean feels a surge of longing to go back to that time when everything had been so much simpler between the two of them. He remembers when he’d had his first rut and Sam and he had fallen into this thing with each other, and they knew it wasn’t ideal but it wasn’t a big deal to them. It was fun, it felt good, and soon enough they were in love and that was that. The biggest thing they’d had to worry about was Dad finding out. Dean hadn’t even been concerned about the idea of Sam presenting alpha and using his ass to rut–fair’s fair, if Dean used Sam, Sam deserved to use Dean. But Sam had never had that first rut. Fuck, what might Sam be like during a heat? Dean feels himself throb at that thought of how desperate Sammy must be when he’s on his cycle, how pretty he’d sound getting pinned down by some alpha… by Dean. 

Dean feels a stab of guilt at how his internal monologue would make Y/N feel. Hearing her true mate still wants someone else. Why does he still want someone else? 

Dean startles, realising suddenly that claiming Y/N hasn’t made a difference to the way he feels about Sam; the way he’s always felt about Sam in the deepest recesses of his heart. He thought when you found your true mate and claimed them then that was it. Job done, you’re sorted out now. You aren’t supposed to still have feelings for someone else. You aren’t supposed to want anyone else. Your true mate is supposed to be more than enough, that’s why they’re your true mate. They’re fucking made for you by whatever cosmic force is out there pulling everyone’s strings. 

So how fucking broken does this make Dean? Not only is his true mate his own daughter (and niece), but he still has feelings and desires for another omega. God, the universe really fucking hates him, doesn’t it? 

Maybe this is his punishment for not looking for Sam longer than he did, for not finding him and Y/N and putting their family back together. 

They’re all back together now in the most twisted way possible, and they’re stuck this way too, unless one of them wants to send Y/N into mating sickness by leaving. Dean knows neither he nor Sam would ever contemplate doing that for a second, though. So… the three of them, Y/N and her two mates, her two fathers. They’re going to be together. Forever. 

“I– I don’t know.” Dean can’t bring himself to look Sam in the eye because he knows what Sam will see there, and he doesn’t think he can take the rejection that will most certainly follow Sam’s realisation that Dean is still in love with him. Sure, they’d kissed while Dean and Y/N were mating, but Sam had been slowly losing it to the effects of the pollen and had practically collapsed shortly after. Even if he does remember it, Dean can just excuse it as the pollen’s fault. No reason Sam or Y/N ever needs to think differently. No one needs to get hurt by Dean being a fucking freak who can’t even mate right. Not on top of all the rest of the shit they’ve got to deal with too. 

No, Dean needs to keep this one to himself.

“What do we tell her? When she wakes up?” Sam swallows heavily, the dread sitting thickly in the space between them. 

“The truth,” Dean shrugs. There’s no way around it. The mistake has been made, and they all have to live with it now – Y/N most of all. 

Three Days Later - Your POV

Seeing Dean in your house is weird. It’s clear he’s not used to living in somewhere as permanent as this, and he always seems shocked by lots of the little things that you’ve always taken for granted your whole life. The fact that there’s a bathroom downstairs and upstairs, the fact that there’s no weird smells or stains anywhere. The fact that he’s offered his own space in the guest room – somewhere he can put his things or go to be alone, if he wants. Not that he particularly wants, you can see that in his eyes. He doesn’t want to let you out of his sight if he can help it, and your dad is the exact same way. 

They explained what happened with the whole pollen-mating debacle, and it’s still taking a bit of getting used to–the unfamiliar feelings that you’re having for your father, for Sam. You’ve started referring to him in your head as Sam, rather than Liam or Dad. Neither of those old labels seems to fit him right anymore, not now that he’s your mate, because he’s so much more to you now than he was before. It’s strange as well having two mates. You’ve never contemplated the possibility, even though there are obviously historical examples of polyamorous mating groups, it’s never occurred to you that you might have that capacity to love in that way. But now that you’re faced with the reality of those feelings, you understand how it might be possible. 

You love Sam, of course, but now that love is expanding, shifting to encroach into previously forbidden territories. You feel a lot of ways about Dean–affection, attraction, deep-seated need, a sense of wholeness when you’re with him, and you think maybe this is all a kind of love, too. You don’t love Sam or Dean more than one or the other, you don’t love Sam less because Dean mated you first or because Dean’s an alpha and Sam is an omega. You don’t love Sam more because he’s the father you grew up with. None of your feelings are competing. They’re all just mixing together and co-existing, and you like how it feels. You like how happy Dean and Sam both make you, and how happy loving them makes you. It all just feels right to you, no matter how many times Sam and Dean apologise for their ‘mistake’ or for forcing you into something you didn’t choose. But you don’t think loving them will ever feel like a mistake to you. 

The problem is that Dean and Sam clearly aren’t as happy as you’re feeling. They’re awkward around each other. Stoic. They act friendly enough, put on a smile as if everything’s fine, but you watch them when they think you aren’t around, and when they think the other isn’t looking. Sam looks at the back of Dean’s head like he’s a single-malt scotch and Sam’s an alcoholic who’s been sober for twenty years. Dean looks at the back of Sam like his little brother is the goddamn sun, the longing dripping down his body like snow-melt on a spring mountain. 

Every time you see them acting like this, you remember the feeling of being between them at the hospital, cradled against both bodies while they took care of you. You remember looking up and seeing the pure devastation of their desire for each other as they kissed over your head. You’d thought it was beautiful. 

Well, at the time you’d thought it was fucking sexy and it had made you hornier than you thought possible, but you think that’s probably the fault of the sex pollen. In memory, the kinkiness of the whole scenario isn’t what stands out to you anymore; it’s how in love they had looked. Just like you don’t think your feelings for Sam and Dean are competitive, or take away from one another, you don’t feel upset or jealous at the idea of your fathers still being in love, even though they’re now mated to you. On the contrary, you feel that if the brothers being together would make them happier, that will make you even happier. If the three of you will be together as your weird, twisted family throuple anyways, then Dean and Sam deserve to feel as happy and complete as you do. 

You spend the rest of the week watching, waiting for what feels like the right moment to bring up the topic, but you never land on the perfect time. One of them always seems like they have something to do or somewhere else to be, and you realise after a couple days of this routine that Sam and Dean seem to have come to some unspoken arrangement about how to split their time with you, giving you space with each mate separately: cooking dinner with Sam while he stands behind you, his arms around your waist as you stir the pasta sauce; watching an old western movie with Dean and snuggling up on the couch, his fingers playing idly with your hair. 

None of you have slept together again since the hospital. 

Sam walked in on you and Dean making out on the couch and awkwardly apologised as he darted past you to the stairs, not heeding your call for him to come back and stay, shutting himself away in his bedroom for the night. Dean is sleeping in the guest room, and you’re still in your own room. The twin bed feels vast and empty without either of your mates pressed up against you in the night, and you barely get any sleep, tossing and turning but unable to get comfortable enough to drift off. You want to sleep with Sam and Dean, but you feel wrong picking between them, really it feels impossible to choose between them, so you just refuse to pick and suffer through the restless nights alone. Neither of them comes in to be with you, either. They don’t want to force you into anything, force you into a choice. 

After a week of no sleep–and no sex–your frustration with the situation overtakes your desire to find the ‘right moment’ to talk to the brothers about your idea. You’ve had enough of letting everyone sink slowly into misery. 

Setting the plates of chicken and roasted vegetables down on the dinner table in front of Sam and Dean, you return to the kitchen to retrieve your own plate and a bottle of wine. You pour your fathers a glass each and then pour one for yourself, raising a brow pointedly at your dad when Sam gives the glass in front of you a hard look. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dean hiding a smirk behind his wine glass as he takes a drink. 

“This looks great, sweetheart,” Dean thanks you, reaching out and squeezing your shoulder softly, and you flash him a bright smile, glowing under the praise. “Gonna have to come up with some way to thank you for keeping me so well fed,” he winks and you hear Sam choking softly on his wine as you flush at what Dean’s insinuating. 

But, Dean’s given you as good an opening as any, so taking a sip of wine to fortify yourself you answer: 

“I have a way you can thank me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Dean grins, cutting into his chicken as he looks over at you. 

“Mm-hmm,” you nod with an innocent smile. “You can claim Sam, too.” 

The knife squeals against the ceramic of the plate as Dean’s hand slips. Sam’s cutlery clatters loudly as he drops it on the floor. 

“Y/N,” Sam’s eyes are wide and frightened looking. “Sweetie, what are you talking about?” He tries to keep his tone gentle, but you can see the strain he’s under in the twitch of his hand and the way the veins are standing out on his forearm, holding something back. 

“I didn’t say it in Spanish, did I Dad?” you sigh pointedly, unable to help slipping into your familiar role as exasperated daughter, and Sam’s lips straighten in an unimpressed glare. 

“Y/N,” Dean speaks up, and you and Sam both look toward him. He looks nervous. “Baby girl, why do you want me to claim Sammy? You’re my mate, sweetheart.” 

“You can have more than one,” you point out. “Clearly.” Your eyes meet Sam’s across the table, and you try to give him a reassuring smile. 

“Yeah,” Dean nods slowly, focusing on you and avoiding Sam’s gaze. “But… I just don’t get why you’d want your mate to claim somebody else. What happened with– y’know, it was an accident. We didn’t mean to force you into being split between the two of us the way you are.” 

“No, that’s just it,” you shake your head. They aren’t getting it. “I’m not split. You two are the ones trying to split me up, but inside, me, I don’t feel like I’m trying to decide between you two. I just have two mates. You’re… it’s not like you’re the same, because obviously, you’re different, but you mean the same thing... Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m not making any sense.” You take a drink in frustration, trying to organise your thoughts better. 

“Forget that for a second,” you decide to change tack. “The reason I brought it up is because I know how you two feel about each other.” You look pointedly at Dean, seeing the colour draining from his face. “Before I knew who you were talking about, it was obvious when you were telling me about the guy you used to love that you still feel that way about him. And I may have been delirious for some of the time at the hospital but I wasn’t for all of it. I remember–” you glance awkwardly at Sam, who’s bright red and staring determinedly at a potato on his plate as if it will open a portal and get him out of this conversation. “And I see the way you both look at each other when you think no one else is watching. And… and I kind of overheard you talking to Ellen and saying you were still in love with Dean,” you admit, looking guiltily at your dad, who turns starkly white, all the blood draining from his face as his eyes snap up to meet yours. 

There’s a beat of silence, all of you half-glancing between each other but also trying not to appear to stare. 

“It would just be easier, wouldn’t it?” You try again, your voice small and unsure, despite how convinced you are that this is the right solution. What if you’ve somehow just screwed everything up? What if one of them leaves? “I mean, if all three of us will be together anyhow because of me, and if you both feel something for each other too… It just makes sense for Dean to claim you too, so we’re all mated. And then no one is left out, and no one is trying to pick between two people when we… I mean, we don’t have to pick, do we?”

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[holylulusworld]

Cabin of love (2) - A short ride

Summary: Grump meets cocky.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Square 4 filled for @spnabobingo: Werewolves

Square 16 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Road closed

Square 12 filled for Lulu’s winter bingo: Cabin

Square 5 filled for Lulu’s XMAS bingo: Winter

Warnings: language, grumpy Dean, a/b/o, cocky reader, snow, lots of it, snowed in, only one bed, instant attraction, idiots in love

Words: 1k

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<< Part 1

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“I don’t need your help,” your reluctant host grumbles. He gets up to take the now-empty mug out of your hands. “I will drive you back to your car now. Bobby Singer will give you a new cabin and we never have to see each other again.”

“No. I will stay here.”

“No?” the alpha huffs. “This is not an option. If you are still here when the full moon hits us with full force,” he clears his throat. “Well, let’s say you don’t want to be here when I change into my true form.”

“I assume you are a grump when you turn into a wolf too,” you challenge. “That can be helped. People always tell me my scent is pleasant and calming.”

He snorts. “I don’t think so. All you did so far was to get on my nerves, sweetheart.”

“I’m not the one with no manners,” you are in his face, growling at the tall alpha. “You’re a grump and a bad host. What kind of alpha threatens to kick an omega out? It’s dark, cold and a snowstorm is going to hit us soon.”

“I did not invite you,” he cocks his head. “I could’ve left you out there, in the cold. I offered hot cocoa and a short break to you. Nothing else.”

“I won’t go out there,” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at the alpha. “You can try to kick me out, but I’ll fight you.”

He laughs at your antics. “You’re cute, but this won’t keep me from kicking you out.”

“Fine. If I die out there, I’ll haunt you,” you smirk darkly. “I’ll make sure you’ll never get laid again in your life. You will be miserable all your life.”

“Get your luggage and coat. I will drive you to town,” the alpha huffs as you snarl in his direction. “Come on. I don’t have all day.”

“It’s winter, and there is so much snow. I don’t want to go out there.”

“Well, you don’t have to go home; but you can’t stay here,” the alpha points at the door. “I got a nice and strong jeep. It will fight its way through the snow masses and bring you to town. Safely.”

“You’re an ass,” you look for your coat, scarf, and boots. “If I freeze to death out there, you will be so sad.”

Ten minutes later you and your luggage joined the grumpy alpha in his jeep. At least he showed enough decency to turn up the heating.

“Snow, and even more snow,” you huff as the Jeep Grand Cherokee barely makes it through the snow. “We will die out here.”

“Can you stop talking for a moment?” he cocks his head, curses, and slams his hands onto the steering wheel when his eyes land on a road-closed sign. “Sonofabitch!!” 

You hold back a chuckle as he stops the car. “I told you; no one is crazy enough to go outside. We will die and it’s all your fault.”

“We won’t die,” he bites back. “Just shut up for a moment and let me drive back.”

You stick your tongue out.

“Very grown up,” while you worriedly look out of the window, he takes a turn. “How about you don’t get on my nerves, and I drive us back safely.”

“What else can I do after you failed to bring me to town,” you grin. “What a man. A grumpy, and annoying man. A nameless alpha.”

“Would just-“ he groans. “Fine, my name is Dean. Will ya shut up now or do I have to gag you with my glove? I don’t want to crash the jeep. Man, I shouldn’t have let you inside.”

“Finally,” you open the door to get out of the jeep, slamming it shut with a loud thud. “You are unbelievable! You almost got us killed out there.”

“Calm down! It’s only a bit snow,” Dean dares to grin. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I have seen more snow in my life. Believe me, this is nothing.”

“Nothing? That fucking snow will freeze your ass off,” huffing you point at the snow all around. “I can’t believe that I ended up at your doorstep.”

“I would’ve preferred Jessica Alba end up at my cabin, not you,” he grunts. 

“Well, I would’ve preferred ending up in a cabin with Jensen Ackles too,” you shoot back. “I bet that man knows how to take care of an omega.”

“You are free to look for him,” Dean grunts. “Go ahead. Fight your way through the snow masses and look for that guy.”

“I bet you don’t even know who Jensen Ackles is!”

“He’s one of those…painted whores,” the alpha grunts, “wearing make-up and playing the hero. He would run for his life seeing me in my true form.”

“Your true form is an annoying grump,” you grab your backpack and stomp toward the cabin. “I only hope the snow melts before the full moon. If not, I’ll bite you…”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you look around the room. “There is only one bed. What is this? A bad rom-com movie.”

“Yeah. I invited your friend Jensen Ackles to come over to film a movie with me, you, and his dick,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I got a couch in the living room. You can have it.”

“A gentleman would offer the bed to me.”

“A lady wouldn’t demand shit from a stranger,” he cocks a brow as you put your hands on your hips and straighten your back. “You won’t get the bed. It’s mine…”

You’re unimpressed by his demeanor. Before Dean can react, you jump onto the bed and rub your scent into the sheets. “OMEGA!”

“Now the bed is mine. I marked it,” you coo. “You can have the couch.”

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t poke an angry bear,” Dean snarls. 

“You’re a wolf, not a bear,” you roll over in the bed, rubbing more of your scent into pillows and sheets. “This bed smells like me now.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

Dean is not a quitter. He kicks his shoes off and shoves his pants down his legs. 

“What are you doing?” you squeak when Dean jumps onto the bed.

“I told you, this is my bed,” he rolls to his favorite side and smirks. “You are free to leave my bed…”

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[fictionalabyss]

It was me. It was all me, and I’m sorry.

Pairing : Alpha!Dean x Pregnant!Omega!Reader, Sam (mentioned), Omega!Garth x Alpha!Bess.

Word count : 1,949

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Domestic

Warnings : Angst ahead! A touch of fluff, demon!Dean mentioned, abandonment, feelings of loss and depression, loneliness, healing, broken heart, cheating.

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Dean died. Dean came back demon. Sam ran off chasing his brother as if nothing else mattered.

It left you pregnant, abandoned, alone, and depressed.

When Sam was around, he didn’t seem to notice you. When he left, he barely checked in. To be fair, you weren’t his Omega. You were his brothers. But he had promised Dean he’d keep you safe, take care of you. He lied.

It wasn’t long before Garth showed up. He gave you a sad smile and a quiet “You shouldn’t be alone right now” before he packed up your stuff and took you with him to the small pack he’d joined.  His wife was more than thrilled to have you stay with them.

Their home was cozy, and you had a room that was yours, but no matter what they did, everything felt empty. You sort of just moved through the motions, day in and day out, barely even there.

Garth cooked, making many of your favorite meals and introducing you to new favorites, though you barely ate. While he cooked, his wife often baked. A plate of something sweet and bite sized was always left out on the counter, should you come out of your room in the middle of the night for a snack. You often did. You wanted to thank her, thank the both of them, but you couldn’t get the words of gratitude out, not when you felt this broken and dreaded what you had once been so excited for.

As the weeks went on, you found yourself watching Garth. Watching how he cleaned, hung laundry on the line outside when it was a nice day, watching him laugh and sing as he washed the dishes. He was so happy all the time. But mostly, you watched how he smiled at her. The way he loved her so fully. Garth was an Omega himself, and he looked so in his element out here in his quiet little home.

You were jealous.

You wanted that back. That sense of peace that came from having your mate close by. The pure joy of caring for them. Domestic bliss. Garth had it, and you wanted it back so desperately. Looking down at your rounded stomach you realized you would trade just about anything to have Dean back.

Getting up, tears burning in your eyes for the millionth time since he’d died, you put a hand to your stomach to try and let the movements soothe the pain as you headed for your room.

You woke up, groaning in pain. Everything felt heavy and sore. Your discomfort must have been felt by your unborn child as well, because as soon as you shifted your weight, the infant inside you moved as well. You ran your hand over your stomach, something you did often lately, and tried to smile.

A sound caught your attention. You stared at your closed bedroom door and listened. It registered in your left ear first, so that’s where you looked, to your left, to the wall that separated  your room from an empty spare. Hearing continued movement on the other side, you quietly slipped from bed and made your way to the door, opening it and glancing out into the hall. It was empty, the house silent save for the noise coming from the room next to yours.

You moved as silently as possible, one hand protectively over your stomach while the other didn’t leave the wall. The door next to yours was cracked open, the light on and a familiar scent that lifted your heart hit your nose. With pure joy and excitement on your face, you pushed the door open only to have your hope shattered at the sight of Garth spinning around in surprise.

You blinked back tears, not hearing what Garth was saying as you felt your world shatter around you once again. You shut your eyes against your aching heart when some of Garth’s words finally filtered through. “- it’s not done yet but..”

What wasn’t done? And why the hell had you thought you smelt Dean?

Your eyes snapped open realizing you could still smell him. Faint, but there.

Garth had a flannel shirt in his hand, and you were quick to snatch it from him, bringing it up to your nose and scenting it. Your whole body relaxed as you did. “Dean’s.”

You hadn’t spoken much in days, so hearing your voice, Garth smiled. “Yeah.. I uh..” he cleared his throat. “You haven’t been doing so good, and you’re due real soon. I didn’t see you nesting, so I thought.. maybe I could help.”

You looked up at him again, then took in the room around him. The bed was piled with soft things. You recognized blankets and pillows from the bunker, the throw from the foot of your shared bed with Dean. His shirts were spread out and scattered throughout the nest, there were even a pair or two of jeans and some of his boxer briefs to strengthen the scent, it was why you could smell him in the room this strongly. There was so much of him here.

“I thought maybe a little bit of home would help. I’ve been back and forth a few times over the last two weeks.” he answered, figuring you’d be curious as to when he’d started doing all this. “I even grabbed a couple of Sam’s shirts.” he pointed to a small pile of flannel and cotton shirts. “Since we aren’t sure if Dean will-” He cut himself off and swallowed. “I Uh- I thought maybe Sam’s scent could help, too.” You just nodded and closed your eyes and brought Deans shirt back up to your nose and breathed it in.

“Thank you.”

“I was just hoping that I could finish it before that pup of yours comes. I wasn’t sure what else you’d want in it, I don’t have any actual experience with nesting, but-”

“It’s perfect, Garth. All I need is him and you brought me as much of him as you could. Thank you.”

Garth gave you a small smile. “I’ll leave you to it.” As he moved past you, he paused for a moment, his hand a reassuring weight on your shoulder before he gave it a squeeze and he continued on his way out.

“Hey, Garth?” When you turned, he was stopped in the doorway, looking at you. “When you went to get all this.. Did you- did you see Sam?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded at that, looking down at the flannel in your hands. “How is he?”

“Looks as bad as you.” You felt bad for not calling  and checking in since you came here, but he didn’t exactly call you either. “He feels guilty.” you looked up at that. “I told him how you were doing, and he feels really guilty. He feels like he failed Dean for not taking care of you, and he failed you for not getting Dean back yet.”

You shook your head, tearing up once again. “If you talk to him again.. Just tell him to come. Dean or not, tell him to come.”

Garth gave you another soft smile. “I already did. Yelled it at him. Told him I was giving him one more week before I dragged his ass down here like I did yours. That pup of yours won’t wait much longer than that.”

“No.. no it probably won't..” you whispered.

“Get some sleep. Some real sleep.” he pointed to your nest. “I’ll have breakfast ready and waiting for you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Garth. Really. I owe you so much.”

“You could always name that pup of yours after me.” he joked with a wink.

“Hell no.” you chuckled, making Garth's whole face light up.

“It’s good to see you smile again. G’night.”

“Night.”

As Garth left, closing the door over, you took another deep breath into Dean’s shirt as you made your way to the nest he’d built you. It wasn’t perfect, but as you climbed in, you knew it was exactly what you needed.

You spent days holed up in your nest after you had found Garth making it. You only left it if you needed to, bathroom, food, occasionally fresh air. But it was the only place you weren’t sore and in pain. Your pup would be coming soon, you could feel it. You’d be surprised if you lasted until your due date and that was a week and a half away.

Sometime in the night, you felt like you were being watched. You cracked your eyes open, saw a dark figure in the doorway and let your eyes close again. It was bigger than Garth, so you figured Sam had finally come. You smiled softly at the thought, the reassurance that having him close by let you feel, and you snuggled into one of the pillows and took a deep breath.

You froze.

The scent was stronger than usual, and it wasn’t coming from the pillow. You opened your eyes again, only one of them peeking up at the figure in the doorway. It didn’t have Sam’s massive shoulders, it didn’t have his long hair. And that scent, only one person in the world smelt like that.

You shot up, staring at him wide eyed. “Dean?”

“Hey, baby.”

His voice was cautious, anxious. Scared. But it was him. Tears filled your eyes and started to fall, relief washed over you, but you were also scared this was some horrible dream. “Are you really here?”

“Yeah. I’m here. I’m me and I’m here.”

“Dean!” you jumped up from your nest, excited to see him, to smell him, you needed to feel him. You needed to be wrapped in his arms again. But as soon as your feet hit the floor, he stepped back. “Dean?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, all that matters is that you’re here now.” You stepped closer, and again he stepped back.

“I did some things.” his voice was quiet, broken. “I wasn’t a good person when I was like that.. I-I killed people. People who didn’t have to die.” The pain in his voice was breaking your heart. “That’s not even the worst I did. I just didn’t care. I could do whatever I wanted, so I did.”

You rushed forward, wrapping your arms around the man you loved with every fiber in your being. You pressed your face against him, holding him, needing to ease his hurt, but he didn’t hold you back, he didn’t move at all. You let yourself breathe him in, the real him, and something was off, something was wrong. His scent was there, but lingering on him was another. You pulled back, glaring at his shirt like it had offended you. “You- you smell like another-”

“I fucked a lot of people.” he admitted, and you felt your heart shatter. “Most just once or twice, but one waitress..”

You stepped away from him, backing away until you felt the bed with your nest behind you. You looked up at him, begging him for some kind of explanation. “You- You lost your memory.. Or-”

“No, I remembered. I just didn’t care.” With a sob, you dropped onto the edge of your nest. “I knew where you were, I knew you were pregnant and waiting for me, I just.. I didn’t care. I’m sorry."

You cried into your hands, your shoulders shaking. “It wasn’t you.” you tried to make excuses for him, you couldn’t admit that Dean, your Dean, would ever do that to you. “It wasn’t you. You’d never do that to me. You weren’t you.”

“It was me. It was all me, and I’m sorry.”

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[princessmisery666]

Oh shoot!! This has got me so tense 😬

Will Sam remember?

Dean left her, but she let him come back even though he can’t promise to not do it again. If he breaks the bond again, does that leave her open for Sam to claim her?

This is only the second A/B/O I’ve read (the first was a one shot) so I’m not sure of the “rules”.

Aaaahhhh I don’t know who I’m rooting for at this point?!?!

Tattered: Death, Sex, Rebirth

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

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

Written for: @spnabobingo​​​

Square filled: Cedar/Old Books/Sage

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4282

Warnings, etc: Cheating, character death, bond breaking, grief, Sam always comes first, make up sex, not-so-dry humping, it’s lovemaking folks, grab a tissue, claiming, true mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon (mainly Death and a little at the end). Special thanks to @rockhoochie​ and @lastactiontricia​.

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Reader- Appointment in Samarra

    Being claimed by Dean was beyond every story I’d ever heard. It was intense and captivating. It was like having someone else inside my skin, though we couldn’t read each other’s minds entirely, we could sense what the other one was feeling. Which made the slightest shift impossible to hide.

           It also made for some insanely passionate sex. Like an avalanche, each sensation fed on the last, until we pushed each other over the edge. Over and over again. The honeymoon phase lasted about two weeks. When Sam let us be and we ignored the outside world for a while. Though like any fever dream, it couldn’t last. That kind of fire either burns out or ravages the countryside.

           Reality came crashing in on us with a simple phone call.

         Dean told Lisa on his own, didn’t trust me or her to be adults about it. I doubt I could look her in the eye anyhow. I don’t even want to know what she looks like. Sure, she’s a Beta, but she was his home for almost a year. And I just showed up and stole him. He tried to hide how hard it was for him to break her heart, but I felt his pain even from the car.

          So, now, we’re staying with Bobby. Naturally, he’s pissed at all of us, even Sam. I think he expected to get asked permission before it ever came to this. But claims staked in the aftermath of battle are too tenuous a thing to plan for, much better to ask forgiveness. He still isn’t budging; I get my old room to myself. I can feel Dean pacing in the room with the twin beds, missing me, knowing I’m missing him beside me.

It’ll only be a few days.

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