#a/b/o wincest

[sambrosiac]

in honor of the first ever omegaverse anime i would personally like to thank the incestious undertones in the hit cw tv show supernatural (2005-2020) for making this happen

[lambmotifz]

the way dean started walking them away the moment he noticed the guy checking sam’s butt out…protective alpha behavior <3

[flowersintheimpala69]

omega sam that’s worried alpha dean will never love him becuase he’s the worst omega.. he’s too tall and broad and muscled when he should be small and lithe like all the pretty omegas dean makes heart eyes at.. he starts eating less in hopes that it’ll make him small and skinny, and although he does lose a lot of muscle, he’s still tall and broad.. his scent is also all wrong! omegas should smell sweet and light but sam’s scent is pine and sea spray.. too earthy and salty and not appealing at all. dean wants an omega that smells like citrus and lavender not a rotten smelling one like sam.. sam buys countless scent blockers and covers. he rubs artificial scent all over his scent glands to the point it irritates his glands and gives him a head ache. he considers stealing pheromone drugs or getting surgery to try and change his scent.. and omegas should be smooth and hairless so sam spends hours in the bathroom shaving all his body hair off until he’s covered in nicks and cuts. worst of all is he can’t even take a proper knot after what Lucifer did to him in the cage.. he dosent produce as much slick anymore and taking a knot now is always painful.. and after Lucifer he’s infertile, can’t even give dean a pup or two. he can’t properly help dean out during his ruts. he hasn’t had a heat in years. he really is the worst omega.

[babyboywinchester]

endverse dean knocking sam up is good but consider: alphas endverse dean and younger dean fighting over sam’s omegan pussy, growling like feral dogs at each other while sam’s in heat and begging for a knot (he ends up taking both of them at the same time).

Oooooh delicious. Whoever got Sam pregnant wouldn’t matter, because it’s Dean’s Baby either way. They still totally get jealous of each other though and it’s only Sam’s evenheadedness that keeps them from killing each other.

[masoena]

Your Moon Holding Up My Sky

Interrupting regular daily scheduled Kinktober programming for @girlsvmonsters and my contribution to the @wincestbigbang which starts posting today. Title: Your Moon Holding Up My Sky Author: @masoena Artist: @girlsvmonsters Other Pairing: None mentioned Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Graphic Depictions of Violence/Omegaverse

Link to Fic: AO3 || Link to Art: Tumblr

Summary: Sam and Dean make it back from the Bad Place (S13E09) with minor scratches but as the weeks move on, Sam becomes ever more protective of Dean and flies of the handle far more easily than is normal for him. When Dean is hurt during a hunt things come to a head and they dive into research trying to work out what led to Sam being not only more possessive and territorial over Dean but before they can really work out what is happening a fundamental change happens to Sam that puts Dean in danger. How can the reconcile what Sam has become with the lives they lead?

[fandom-hoarder]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! This week, I come to you all with a humble request: non-traditional omegaverse wincest. Aka: anything that isn't alpha/omega. Do you think about it? Do you have headcanons? How does that impact their dynamic, the way they were raised, the way john treated them, the way other people look at them now, whether everyone still knows damn well that they're together or if they couldn't possibly suspect because they aren't alpha and omega?

(I will also count female alpha/male omega as non traditional because it's my ask and i make the rules)

If you don't like omegaverse, you can just ignore this. But I still sent it because i didn't want you to feel left out this week.

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Thank you for sending this! 🥰

I do like omegaverse, though admittedly I'm still largely a sucker for traditional alpha/omega. I'll eat up a 'Sam suddenly goes into heat and Dean can't resist' story, or the trope of 'Sam is large for an omega/omega rights Sam'. I'm still in my bottom!Sam era, so I pretty much only read omega!Sam right now, and I'm not that interested in beta fic in general unless it's about gender/designation subversion. I'm not interested in alpha/alpha at all, but I'm into omega/omega, and I can't do omega!Dean unless it's DeanJohn.😅😅😅😅

The non-traditional ways I typically play with it are:

QPR SamDean, where Dean is Sam's Alpha but not his sexual partner

Alpha!Jess in Sam's history

FemAlpha!Dean having knot-envy about Sam's male partners (she still has one it's just smaller and she knows Sam likes being really fucking full😔🤷‍♀️)

Full House of Wincest dynamics that build on omega!John/alpha!Mary

[deadly-omen]

A snippet from an in progress fic for @dadfuckerfest

A summary: Alpha!John forces Alpha!Sam and Alpha!Dean to take a sex pollen potion that forces the boys to go through an omega’s heat.

!Content Warning! !Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

!NSFW!

Dean watched as Sam's pupils began to dilate, the hazel pools of his eyes darkening to almost black. He recognized the look—it was the same look he had seen in countless omegas' before, the look of animalistic arousal that a heat brought on. The room seemed to tilt as Dean felt the same effect of the potion take hold of him, his own pupils dilating in response to the poison that was coursing through his veins.

John's gaze swept over both of them, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Good." he said, his voice thick with desire. "Now come here and show me how much you want your alpha's knot."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, their arousal growing by the second. They knew what was coming, and despite their fear and confusion, their bodies responded to the command in their father's voice. They stumbled towards him, their legs feeling like rubber.

John's grin widened as he watched them approach, his own need growing with every step they took. He reached out and stroked Sam's cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw before sliding down to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his bruised skin. "You're so pretty like this Sammy," he murmured, his voice a low purr.

Sam shivered at the touch, his body betraying him as his cock began to harden. He hated the way his father's words sent a shiver down his spine, how he couldn't resist the alpha's allure even when he knew it was wrong.

John's eyes traveled down Sam's body, lingering on the bulge in his jeans. "Look at you," he murmured, "so eager for your alpha's attention. You're going to be such a good little omega slut."

Sam's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as John's words sent a jolt straight to his groin. He knew he should be fighting, should be trying to get out of this situation, but his body was responding to the potion, begging for more. He felt Dean's hand brush against his own, their fingers entwining as they both stood before John obediently.

John's gaze shifted to Dean, his eyes raking over him like a predator sizing up its prey. "And look at you, Dean," he said, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. "My beautiful bitch."

Dean felt a flush of heat. His eyes flickered to Sam, his own gaze a mix of resentment and lust. John's hand left Sam's neck, and Dean braced himself for the touch that was sure to come. He didn't want to like it, but when John's rough hand cupped his cheek, his whole body leaned into it.

"Such a pretty little thing," John murmured, his thumb stroking Dean's bottom lip. "Always had a soft spot for you, didn't I, baby?"

Dean's eyes fluttered shut, his body responding to the gentle touch despite his building shame. He felt the pollen's effects taking hold, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the stifling room. John's hand trailed down his chest, tracing the line of his abs before stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Look at me," John demanded, his voice dropping an octave. Dean's eyes snapped open at the command, meeting John's intense stare. "That’s it. Always so obedient.”

-

Ta-dah! Let me know what you think! Comments, likes, and reposts are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! I have no idea when the full fic will be posted but I’m working on it. ^-^

[schizosamwincester]

Good morning. Please consider omega/omega wincest.

Hunting is no job for omegas, obviously. Ghosts are generally fine, but anything worse will smell the slick and the hormones a mile away. John's had them both on heat suppressants and scent blockers since their first heats.

Sam came off them at Stanford. Hiding your secondary gender isn't very normal, after all. He gets right back on when Jess is gone. He tells Dean it's because he's hunting again, but that's not the truth. The truth is that he doesn't want to go through heat without his mate.

Dean never has. It's advised to have a natural heat at least every few years, but well... Who's gonna tell Dean that? It's not like he goes to the doctor. And even if he did, it's not like he'd listen. Dean has responsibilities. He's got hunting to do and family to protect. He can't be laid up for a week soaked in his own slick.

When they finally get together, Sam spends years trying to convince Dean that they should go off the blockers and rent a little cabin and have a heat together. Dean only relents when Sam says that he's going to do it whether Dean does or not, because it's been long enough that he needs to do it for health reasons. Dean can't just leave his Sammy to weather a heat alone, after all.

Of course, Sam's the one who's far, far more experienced at heats at this point, so he ends up being the one to help Dean. It's a lovely role reversal when compared to Sam's first heat, where Dean was sticking close by, making sure he ate and placing wet washcloths on his forehead. Dean had been so surprised, because obviously bold, defiant Sammy was going to be an alpha, but well... when that turned out not to be true, Dean took care of him like always. Now Sam is taking care of him, in more ways than one.

[hatchet-boy]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! This week, I come to you all with a humble request: non-traditional omegaverse wincest. Aka: anything that isn't alpha/omega. Do you think about it? Do you have headcanons? How does that impact their dynamic, the way they were raised, the way john treated them, the way other people look at them now, whether everyone still knows damn well that they're together or if they couldn't possibly suspect because they aren't alpha and omega?

(I will also count female alpha/male omega as non traditional because it's my ask and i make the rules)

If you don't like omegaverse, you can just ignore this. But I still sent it because i didn't want you to feel left out this week.

- schizosamwincester

OK, a/b/o generally isn't something I get into much, as it tends to squick me out. However, this ask is super interesting.

My answer is this,

Omegaverse isn't something that I like, except for when I do, which is the glaring exception to my rule, this fic by @according2thelore (hope they don't mind the tag). So instead I'm just going to rec that.

Thank you for including me in the ask, sorry I couldn't give you a better answer friend. Happy WW!

[sweetpapercroissant]

in omegaverse do you think samdean would actually mate? like claim each other bite and all? because when i think about it all i can think is that every time they die their bond gets broken. which is painful yeah but also opens up the doors for so many season-by-season angsty scenarios and getting-back-togethers.

[lambmotifz]

there should’ve been more scenes of dean and ruby fighting over sam’s pussy like two feral alphas fighting over their omega….

[flowersintheimpala69]

how can anyone write sam as an alpha when Dean canonically always is calling him bitch. That’s literally alpha big brother staking claim over his bitch omega baby brother.

[babyboywinchester]

Sorry I have so many feelings about omega Sam, I need to talk about him. He isn’t a typical omega and he feels so insecure about his body. He’s too big and tall, he thinks his omega scent isn’t sweet enough. He just wants to be smaller and more feminine. But when Dean worships his body and tells him he’s perfect, the prettiest omega, Sam believes him. Dean is the only alpha who makes him feel like he’s not something monstrous, like there’s nothing wrong with him. 💔

The sweetest smelling Omega this side of the Mississippi. Lilacs and honeysuckle and a hint of citrus. Sure, he’s tall, but he’s built well and it means his body is perfect for the burdens of labor and child bearing. The perfect Omega. 🩷

[masoena]

Paws & Claws - Reposting :D

Because the amazing @aomasade made such gorgeous art for it. 💕

To read the adorable bobcat shifter Sam and Veterinarian Dean story and see the amazing art post that belongs to this please use the links below. Title: Paws and Claws

Word Count: 5000 words

Pairing: Unrelated Wincest; Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature (this post is Gen story is rated mature)

Key Tags: Meet-Cute, Veterinarian Dean, Shifter Sam, A/B/O

Link to art: AO3 | Tumblr

Link to fic: AO3

Summary:

Dean is pulled out of bed early on a Sunday morning, on-call as the local vet, he helps a shot bobcat in Central park and takes him to his clinic for better treatment. The little rascal escapes the next morning scratching Dean up in the process. The incident is swiftly forgotten when he meets the new barista at Gabe's coffee shop. The meet-cute encounter swiftly grows into more, much more than either had bargained for. Sam is a lot more than a student at NYU trying to finish up his law degree while doing shifts at his uncle Gabe's coffee shop to finance his way through his studies.

[samanddean76]

Title: Falling Into Place

Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,557 | Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: None Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Sam Winchester, Stanford Era, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, First Time, Rimming, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Kinktober Prompt: ABO

Summary: Sam was in his first semester of Stanford when his heat hit. After posting an ad on Grindr, he meets up with the anonymous Alpha, who turns out to be someone he knows all too well.

Written for @masoena's Kinktober prompt list. Filling the October 1st prompt of ABO.

Story on AO3.

[crashdevlin]

Forbidden Fruit 1- Just Helping Out

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

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

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Michael x Reader

Word count: 3342

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

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

"Where's your hot sister this morning?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll deal with it."

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

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

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

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

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

"Then let her deal with it."

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

"And you gotta deal with it today?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Com'on, Mom," he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How long does an omega stay in heat?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, shut up, you little bitch."

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

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

Sam just rolled his eyes again.

~~~~~~

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

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

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

"Mom told you?"

"Yeah."

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

"Horny?" Dean guessed.

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

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

"I can't," she squeaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And that’s...okay? It's not-"

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

"Yeah," she said on a breath.

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

"Okay."

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

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

"Did you come up with someone to imagine?"

"Uh-huh."

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

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

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

"T-tease what? My…"

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

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

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

"How do you know-"

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

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

"It's workin'," she whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. People probably would think-"

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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