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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Unconventional

Summary: The reader is more than unhappy when her free thinking father arranges her to be wed to an Alpha in exchange for sanctuary for their large pack. Her new Alpha though is everything she didn’t expect and she soon discovers, her new husband needs her help...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Marriage of Convenience

Word Count: 13,500ish

Warnings: Mature (language, arranged marriage, mild violence/referenced past violence)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo . This one is a bit different for me in terms of ABO. For this universe, Omegas have some rights limited and are treated like objects by some Alphas (although there are some Omegas that are raised with more rights)...

“Dad, I-” you tried one last time, your father scowling at you in the room that’d been prepared for you. “Please don’t do this.”

“He is a well-off Alpha. His family has much influence in the government. His family will take care of ours for many years to come in exchange for this,” he said.

“I haven’t even met the guy and you’re sending me off to be married to him. What is wrong with you? Where’s the man that raised me no different because I was Omega, that told me he was proud of me for being smart and strong and independent? After all these years, I’m suddenly a baby making machine for some rich guy?” you snapped.

“The family will provide sanctuary for ours, Y/N. Our entire pack will have rights. You are helping how many people?” he said. You shut your eyes and fisted your hands in the bottom of your dress. “Perhaps the boy will be kind.”

“Why was I chosen? They are older Omegas, more experienced ones,” you said.

“I don’t know. They chose you though. There is no calling this off, Y/N,” he said.

“You never even asked me,” you said.

“Because I know you eventually would have said yes. It’s easier and faster to let you be angry with me then to let you ultimately decided that you’re saving our pack. There are many pups ready to be born soon. They’ll never know anything different than independence. You will have done that. I hope you hold onto that,” he said.

“Today’s the last day I’ll ever see you, isn’t it,” you said.

“I doubt your Alpha will allow contact. Be a good Omega, Y/N. But don’t lose yourself,” he said.

“Good. Yeah right.”

You were doing your best not to reach behind you and rip the collar off your neck. As long as it was there at least your new Alpha hadn’t claimed you yet.

You sighed as you heard a knock at the door. You walked with your father outside and down a hall, entering a room with only a few people. There was a man and woman off to the side, a tall younger man close by. She was Omega, the men Alphas. The young one gave off a surprised scent. It was possibly his first marriage ceremony he’d witnessed. In your pack they’d always been happy things, never so clinical like this was.

You smelled leather and wood and coffee and vanilla in the air, something sweetly dark and light all at once. It was incredibly pleasant and you’d have enjoyed it on a normal day. Your head turned to find a rigid Alpha standing at the altar. He was tall, not as tall as the other young Alpa, but he was strong too, hair a pretty brown color. You took a deep breath and stepped up beside him, turning your head. He glanced your direction, a handsome and hardset face meeting yours.

Some Alphas didn’t want eye contact, didn’t allow it your father had taught you. You simply stared back at him, making sure he knew he wasn’t getting some compliant little thing.

His green eyes turned away, facing forward again.

“Shall we begin?” asked the man to the side. Your new Alpha nodded and you did the same.

At least he didn’t talk a lot.

You sat in silence in the passenger seat of a vehicle, your new Alpha, Dean Winchester, driving for quite a while. The ceremony was completed quickly and you were officially claimed in the books. Dean would perform the actual claiming when you arrived at his home as was tradition. You tried not to think about that, instead enjoying the beautiful drive to wherever it was he lived. It was far out, no neighbors surely. You weren’t sure what he did for a living. It was possible he had no job at all if his family was really that wealthy to provide sanctuary for your large pack.

You drove through the last of some woods, an open field appearing with a large house, a mansion really, settled in the middle. He turned down a road and went through a gate, driving along a short driveway until he parked in front of a large garage and slid out of his seat. You swallowed and got out, Dean not saying anything as he walked towards the front door. You followed after, Dean not seeming to acknowledge you were there all that much.

Great. He was one of those. Well, you’d take being ignored over the alternative you supposed.

You stepped inside and the front door shut behind you, your head turning to spot him walk in front of you.

“Please take off your shoes. We don’t wear them in the house,” he said.

“Yes. Alpha,” you said, more than a little bitter. Dean only stared though as he watched you kick them off, instead ignoring the tone in your voice. He blinked a moment and headed down the main hall. You followed him again, finding a large open kitchen and family room in the back of the house.

There were three people chatting in the kitchen, all of them going quiet when Dean walked in. They hopped up from their seats and walked over in front of the island, smiles on their faces.

“This is Abby. She is the chef for the house. She will make anything you ask of her or make sure there is any food you would like here,” said Dean when he stood behind her, walking behind a man now, all three of them smelling like Betas to you. “This is Peter. He ensures the home stays clean and grounds are kept up. If you make a mess, you are expected to clean up after yourself though. Finally, this is Sally. She assists Peter and Abby and myself with odds and ends. If you need something, I would reach out to her. The staff arrive typically around eight am and leave around six. They do not work on the weekend. Do you understand?” he asked. You nodded, Dean walking past them and back towards the main hall, the three Betas raising eyebrows.

You followed Dean as he showed you the rooms of the house and eventually upstairs, Dean pushing open a door to a large bedroom.

“You may use this room for whatever you wish,” he said, walking down a long hallway and to the end, opening a pair of double doors. “This is my room.”

“Yes Alpha,” you said. You walked inside, Dean walking around you, a finger tracing over your collar.

“Do you like your collar?” he asked.

“I guess,” you said. He nodded.

“Claimed Omegas are to be kept collared until they are properly claimed,” he said.

“Is that a question?” you asked. He almost smiled, a quick twitch of his lip giving him away.

“When the staff leave everyday, you are permitted to not wear it unless there are guests over,” he said. You raised an eyebrow, Dean staring at you. “If it’s only the two of us, I believe it’ll be fine to go without.”

“You don’t want to show off your mark to others?” you asked.

“What mark? I’m not going to claim you Omega,” he said.

“What?”

“We were married so your large pack could be given sanctuary and I could be given an Omega. As far as I’m concerned, we both fulfilled the roles we were given,” he said.

“You’re my Alpha though,” you said.

“On the books. I don’t agree with this scenario. The Betas here are used to my candor. This is a safe place for you. Live your life as you lived it before. If you go out, you will wear your collar for safety and appearance reasons but that room down the hall is yours. I will never enter it without permission,” he said. “I ask you give me the same courtesy.”

“Alright,” you said. “I...I suppose I’m confused is all.”

“My parents felt I needed an Omega. I will be thirty next year and it didn’t look good. You are in your twenties with a large pack. I felt this would be an okay arrangement,” he said.

“You picked me because I have a large pack?” you asked.

“Yes. Well my father did but I agreed. You are also...your father called you a troublemaker. I liked that. One trouble maker to another,” he said.

“You won’t…” you said.

“I will never so much as touch you without permission. The best medical resources are available to assist you through heats and if you ever desire pups of your own, we can work through that. For now, as you are still quite stressed, I say we have a quiet rest of the evening. I will ask Abby to prepare something and then send the staff home early if that is okay,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. “Okay.”

You took off your collar at the kitchen island, Dean sitting in a pair of sweatpants on the counter, eating a bowl of mac and cheese. You carefully watched him as you ate slowly, Dean blinking at you a few times.

“You are allowed to wear what you want, Y/N. Sally will help you get any clothes you wish,” he said. “You may change out of that dress at any time. I have no real rules for you here.”

“This...this isn’t how I thought my wedding night would go,” you said.

“Mine either,” he said, sipping on his beer.

“You can never have an Omega now you know,” you said.

“I would take a friend over an Omega,�� he said, giving you a nod. “Hopefully we can be friends. Or else the next few decades are going to be very long.”

“I suppose we could try that. As long as you keep your word,” you said.

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

The Next Day

You scratched your neck as you walked into the kitchen, yawning and going to the fridge. You pulled out some eggs, screaming when Abby was suddenly right there.

“Sorry, Omega Y/N. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said.

“No it was my fault,” you said, setting the eggs down on the counter.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast?” she asked. “Dean has already eaten.”

“I can make it,” you said.

“May I please make you breakfast? Dean often eats cereal and I never get to make-“

“If you really want to. I was just going to make scrambled eggs,” you said. She quickly took the eggs and started rummaging around the kitchen while you got out of the way.

You found a seat at the counter, watching her cook as Peter and Sally came in, both uttering good mornings to you.

“How are you settling in, Omega Y/N?” asked Sally. “Do you need anything?”

“Okay. Maybe some clothes. I didn’t bring much with me,” you said.

“We can go out this afternoon. Although you would probably do best to remember your collar in public,” she said. You shot a hand to your neck, staring at them when another door opened and a greasy looking Dean entered the kitchen.

“Pete, where’d you put the…” he trailed off, looking at you. “Really? The literal one and only rule I had.”

“Can we please stop calling her Omega Y/N. It’s so old fashioned,” said Abby as she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t really think the poor girl should have to wear the collar at home, do you, Dean?” asked Peter.

“I’m sorry. I can…” you said as you stood up, heading for the hall.

“Hey,” said Dean, freezing you in your tracks. “Y/N.”

You turned around, finding a softer face then you anticipated.

“These three you can trust. I only said what I did about the collar so you get used to wearing it in case guests are here. These guys know what’s actually going on. Maybe if the collar is too much we all just make sure we know when other people are around,” he said.

“Does this mean we can not be so formal?” asked Peter.

“Yes, Pete. We can not be so formal in front of Y/N,” said Dean.

“And…”

“And all other house rules still apply, Abby,” he said, turning to you. “Not that I have many. Just when certain people come to visit which isn’t very often. There’s an expected degree of decorum for certain visitors. Otherwise, act however you want to.”

“You kind of live in this big house by yourself and pretend that the outside world doesn’t exist, don’t you?” you said.

“Pretty much,” he said. “Pete, my performance motor oil?”

“Bottom cabinet,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Dean as he headed out.

“I don’t get that guy,” you said, Abby back to cooking, Peter and Sally sharing a smile. “What?”

“Dean’s a good guy. He could have chosen any Omega he wanted, one he loved. Instead he chose you because it helped the most number of people,” said Sally.

“It’s not great here but-“ you said.

“Oh, sweetie. You don’t know how wrong you are. This is going to be the greatest place on earth for you.”

Two Days Later

“Are you still watching that?” asked Dean after dinner, sitting down on the couch with a bowl of ice cream. You’d been glued to the TV all day, watching the new referendums coming down in regards to Omegas. There’d be a vote on putting them into law in a few months but it seemed like the strict rules had a chance of actually passing.

“Where’s my old pack?” you asked.

“Canada,” he said with his mouth full. “This is depressing. Let’s watch something else.”

“You knew this was coming, didn’t you,” you said. Dean set his bowl down and flickered his eyes over to yours. “You knew.”

“I suspected. My family suspected. It’s why the marriage came together in like, two days. Getting people out will be harder now so we did what we could,” said Dean.

“You should have told people,” you said.

“Told them what? That Omegas were possibly getting all their rights taken away? That ones of age went on a list and were rattled off like cattle? People would have rioted,” he said. “It’s not law yet.”

“That would have been their choice,” you said.

“I am not the bad guy. Don’t forget that, Y/N. My family is still working this thing. There is finesse involved with it you don’t seem to understand,” he said.

“But your family only helped my pack out for-“

“Oh don’t be so naive. The world ain’t that black and white. I would have let you go with them if I could have. But we would have lost credibility to help other Omegas if people found out what we were up to so once again, stop looking at me like I’m some scum Alpha that took you off the street,” he said. You slumped back against the cushions and tossed the remote over to him, Dean turning on a baseball game. “Tomorrow you wear the collar all day.”

“Fuck you,” you said.

“What do you think will happen to you when some business associates come here with my father and see my new Omega wife unclaimed? You’ll be rounded up and given to the nearest Alpha,” he said. “You wear it so you’re protected, got it?”

“Fine. You don't own me though. I ain’t acting like some little puppy dog that follows you around either,” you said.

“Never said I wanted you to, sweetheart.”

“What?” you asked, pulling open your bedroom door the next day, Dean standing there in a dress shirt, tie and slacks. He handed you a white bag and you frowned, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess, you want me to wear whatever this is.”

“Something presentable as well. Government officials will be visiting this morning,” he said as he left you. You growled and snatched the bag, grumbling as you went to your closet. You plucked off a blue business dress Sally had recommended and threw it on, throwing your hair up in a bun. Sighing, you went to the bag and pulled out the white collar. It was far fancier than the simple black leather one you’d worn before.

You slipped it on and scowled in the mirror, twitching your eye.

“Dear,” you heard Dean say from the open bedroom doorway, eyes meeting yours in the reflection. “Do try to not look like you’re ready to commit murder if you can help it.”

“You try wearing one of these things,” you grumbled.

“I have,” he said. You spun around, Dean smiling from where he leaned in the doorway. “I was mistakenly identified as Omega when I presented. For like only a day but god did it suck. That’s when my family changed, when they realized what life would be like for me if I’d actually been that way.”

“How do they mistake an Alpha for Omega?”

“Oh, there were political games being played. I was only just presenting. Easily identifiable Alpha features weren’t yet there...my family once was very traditional. Male Omegas look a certain way,” he said. “I almost ended up as one.”

“So you almost got fixed like a dog because of politics?”

“Yup. My mother threw a fit that night when we returned home after the error was discovered but even when she realized what my father was willing to do earlier on that day, she snapped at him. I always knew she was a strong Omega. But that night...it doesn’t matter how old the pup gets I suppose. An Omega that has their pup threatened is the scariest thing in this world,” he said.

“Is today another political game?” you asked.

“You’ll discover we have to play quite a few of them, unfortunately,” he said. “But while I ask you wear a collar and show some civility, I would like if you do act...yourself.”

“So you want to pretend you claimed a sassy Omega?” you asked.

“I want to show that a sassy Omega is a good thing. Baby steps, Y/N,” he said.

“Be careful what you wish for. Alpha.”

“Ah, it was about time you settled down and got yourself an Omega there, Dean,” said an old man you instantly disliked when you got downstairs. You smiled though, Dean introducing the three men along with Dean’s father to you.

“Choosing to keep her collared at home? Always a smart choice,” said another old man, Grumpy Face you’d decided to call him. You were pretty sure his real name was Hendricks.

“Oh, well, Dean is a smartie,” you said, grabbing hold of Dean’s arm.

“She speaks freely?” one asked and you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from going too far.

“Of course, Reginald. This house has always been far too quiet. The conversation has been welcome,” said Dean.

“Surely you know in the long run that can’t be good for the poor thing,” said Carter, aka the one you hated the most, following Dean down the hall and headed for the back patio. You would have gone but John grabbed your wrist, Dean nodding when you two stayed back.

“Winchester’s have a knack for choosing strong Omegas apparently,” he said, taking his hand off you when you were alone. “Settle down. They are set in their ways. Dean will convince them eventually but only with your help.”

“My help. Oh yes. He needs my help,” you said.

“Yes. He does. We all do. I know you didn’t choose this. But you can do something good from a poor situation,” he said.

“Did you contact my dad?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Dean saw you in the city one day. You were getting coffee. He believed you were...cute. There was some incident between you and an Alpha over a spilled drink and you never backed down for a second apparently. He quite liked that,” he said.

“And you found a way to give your son what he wanted,” you said.

“No. That was circumstantial. The fact you were part of the largest free thinking pack in the state was the selling point for me. Dean was quite angry when I told him what my plan was. The boy did want to marry out of love, not this. But he was willing to sacrifice that to help well over a hundred strangers. If you ever doubt what kind of man he is, remember that,” he said.

“I don't understand what I’m meant to do though,” you said.

“Be yourself. Go pretend that you’re claimed but that is all. Show them that an Omega is stronger than they know,” he said.

“You do all this simply because your son was almost Omega? He said you guys were a very traditional family,” he said.

“We were. Then we realized what we almost did to Dean. What I almost did to him. I almost took something from him. His mother went off on me and I thought of all I took from her as well. We are all equal in this pack. You have as much say in it as I do.”

“You know the referendums are barbaric,” you said.

“They are not yet law. Those three men out there are keys votes. Dean invited them today to talk and he wants you to be part of the conversation,” he said.

“No pressure or anything,” you said.

“You’ll be fine.”

You were lazily poking at the remnants of lunch, one of the old men, Carter, staring at you.

“Yes, Mr. Carter?”

“That is a beautiful collar,” he said.

“I suppose. I like yours too,” you said.

“I’m not wearing a collar, Omega.”

“My mistake. I see you wearing that tie and my little Omega brain goes someone left your leash on you,” you said, giving him a smile. Dean bit down a smile as you picked up your lemonade, John smirking as Mr. Carter cleared his throat.

“If you were my Omega, I’d have you muted,” said Carter.

“If I were your Omega, I’d off myself,” you said.

“You should look into sending your Omega to one of the training schools, Dean,” he said. “The mouth on this one is trouble.”

“Oh, Y/N was raised without the social conventions you’re used to, Mr. Carter. She’s quite fun in that regard,” said Dean.

“John. You’re pack leader. You should perhaps look into getting her into the Folly Academy,” said Carter.

“Dean is her Alpha, not I. Besides, the Folly Academy is an unkind place. Not fit for a Winchester as Y/N now is,” said John.

“You’re...quite right. A Winchester should never set foot in those halls,” he said.

“What’s it like not having a spine?” you asked, giving him a small smile.

“Control your Omega, Dean,” said Carter.

“Do I threaten you?” you smiled. “I’m collared and half your size. How tiny is that knot of yours if little ole me intimidates you.”

You weren’t expecting a slap in the face. You also weren’t expecting Dean to grab your arm when you picked up your fork, ready to stab anything belonging to Mr. Carter.

“Did you touch my Omega without permission?” asked Dean darkly.

“She was out of line,” he said.

“As her Alpha, I will punish her for any indiscretion, not you. We Alphas claimed the Omegas as there was the belief that they needed to be controlled, that they couldn’t control themselves. I see the Omega is the one at this table who has not raised her voice or attacked someone else, Mr. Carter,” said Dean. He released his grip on you. “Go. Have Peter tend to your cheek and wait for me in my room. I do not wish you near these Alphas any more today.”

You left and found Peter in the kitchen, following him up to your room.

“That looks like it hurts,” he said, dabbing a cotton ball of alcohol over the small cut.

“I’ve been hurt worse wrestling with other kids. Surprised the old goot didn’t have a heart attack and keel over from letting his heart rate get so high,” you said. Peter laughed and pressed an ice pack to your cheek. “Thanks.”

“I’ve cleaned up more than my fair share of bumps and bruises. Dean and his brother Sam often wrestle, even in adulthood. Playfully of course,” he said.

“Dean’s not actually going to punish me, right?”

“No, no. Part of the show. I would still wait in his room for him though,” he said. You reached up to the collar but he shook his head. “Not yet. Remember, it is for your protection when there are outsiders here.”

You nodded and left him, retreating to Dean’s room.

It was very beautiful inside but quite plain, like someone else had picked everything out for him and Dean didn’t actually use the space all that often. You sat on the edge of the bed, looking around until you lay back and stared at the ceiling.

Fifteen minutes later you heard the door open and Dean enter, the top button of his shirt undone and tie loose.

“Fucking assholes,” he mumbled, undoing his shirt, almost forgetting like you were there as he headed around a corner and you saw clothes flying in a closet. He sighed as he returned in a band tee and jeans, walking in front of you when you sat up. “Let me see your cheek.”

You moved the pack away, Dean nodding.

“It’ll heal fast. I’m sorry he did that. I wasn’t expecting him to get physical,” he said.

“I could have reined it in a little,” you said.

“Nah,” he said, laying back against the bed. “Nice crack about the tie. Even got dad with that one.”

“What’s the Folly Academy?” you asked. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s a place rich people send Omegas to be taught things. Cooking. Cleaning. Being good in bed. Whatever the owner wants. An Omega goes in and a shell of a person comes out,” he said, turning his head up at you. “Carter was pissed when he left but Reginald and Hendricks actually liked you. They don’t care for Carter either.”

“Do you need all three votes?” you asked.

“Reginald is a shoo in. He has a secret Omega daughter no one knows of, lives in the sanctuary now. Hendricks is on the line but I believe a dinner with just us three this week will fix that. Carter was always a long shot. Maybe with time but I meant what I said. I don’t want you around an Alpha like that, even if you can kick his ass,” he said.

“Alright. Winchester,” you said. “If I find out you’re conning me and actually got a thing against Omegas though, I will tear you limb from limb.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he said quietly. “If you could help me prove that I’m not the bad guy, I’d appreciate it.”

“May I take off my collar now, Alpha?” you teased.

“You may,” he said with a smile. “Change into some clothes you don’t mind getting dirty. I do need your help with something for a few minutes if you don’t mind.”

“Which way?” you asked, leaning over an engine, hand shoved so far down you couldn’t see a thing.

“Left,” said Dean underneath the car. You started and he chuckled. “Sorry. My left, not your left.”

“How do you do this by yourself?” you asked, finally feeling the thing go, pulling out a small square looking thing.

“A lot of tools and bruised knuckles,” he said, climbing out from under the car and taking it from you. “Thanks.”

“So you’re like a mechanic when you’re not busy being rich?” you asked. He chuckled, taking the part into the bench he had in the garage.

“I, Omega, just really enjoy working on cars. It’s fun. Plus I got a skill if shit ever hit the fan,” he said.

“Why do you live out here by yourself?” you asked.

“I can be myself here. No pretending,” he said.

“Pretend what?” you asked. He sighed and wiped his hands off. “Like how you pretend you don’t find me attractive.”

“Dad,” he grumbled to himself, turning to you. “Sure. I like the way you look. I like the way a lot of women look. I saw you months and months ago, Y/N, before this stuff came up. I just remembered how you’d acted with that Alpha and I knew you’d be tough enough to play your part in this.”

“What exactly is my part?” you asked.

“The independent Omega wife. It could be worse,” he said.

“It could. I still feel like I didn’t get a choice,” you said. He went further back in the garage and opened a cabinet, pulling out a black backpack and holding it up. “Yes…”

“It’s a go bag. You need to run, Hell I annoy you too much one morning, you’re always allowed to take this bag and leave. You can take it right now and leave if you want. I’ll even help you get up to Canada,” he said.

“But I need to stay, don’t I,” you said.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like you have to. You can go if that’s what you want. You’ll be under a different name but you’ll be out of this mess,” he said.

“You’d actually do that for me, wouldn’t you,” you said.

“I give you my word that if you ever decide to leave, I drop everything and help you do it. Maybe if we can stop the law, get some fresh minds in the government, maybe things could be normal and you can go be with your pack then. If things go south and the law goes through, we’ll get you back with your pack. I promise,” he said.

“You’re my pack now,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile. “We signed a piece of paper. You don’t belong to me, Omega. You never will.”

“I…” you said, Dean waving the bag in front of you.

“Alright,” he said, setting the bag back in the cabinet. “It’s there if you change your mind.”

“Thank you for helping my pack,” you said.

“Thank you for helping mine,” he said.

“If you thought I was cute back at that coffee shop, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because there was no need to antagonize you further that day,” he said. “As I suspect you would have felt I was. Let’s forget that happened and we can go from here, okay?”

“So...what do you do on a normal day around here?”

“This for the most part. Sometimes I have lazy days but I’m normally out here in the garage,” he said. “I’m all set. You don’t have to hang out anymore if you don’t want. There’s a pool and the land is large to run around on if you like. Do what you want. I won’t bother you.”

“Okay. I’ll uh, go take another look around then.”

“Dinner was delicious, Abby,” you said as she was heading out for the day.

“I’m just glad to have someone in the house that doesn’t want a bacon cheeseburger for dinner every night,” she said.

“That actually sounds really good,” you said.

“Maybe I’ll make you one if Dean isn’t around,” she said.

“Did someone say bacon?” asked Dean, poking his head out of his office.

“I want to make burritos tomorrow,” she said.

“With bacon,” said Dean.

“I’m so sorry you have to live with him,” she teased. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Abby. Drive safe,” said Dean, locking up after her. “So. I realize I should have asked before as this is very, very important. Your thoughts on bacon?”

“Good. A little crispy but not too much,” you said.

“You want to live life on the wild side tonight, Omega?” he asked with a smirk.

“Uh, sure?”

“No way am I eating that,” you said, Dean humming as he took a bite in the kitchen. “Dean! That’s gross!”

“Um, excuse me but cheese covered bacon is amazing,” he said, waving a piece in front of you. “Come on. I dare you.”

“I dare you? What are we? At summer camp?” you asked, taking the bacon from him. “I eat this and I dare you to eat something healthy for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Deal. Now eat up,” he said, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied smirk. You closed your eyes and took a small bite, opening your eyes. “Good ain’t it?”

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life,” you said.

“Told ya,” he said. “I mean it’s like a gajillion calories but who cares.”

“Well Alpha, let’s try and not block all your arteries by the time you hit 35, hm?” you teased, taking another bite.

“But I’m a big strong, Alpha. I need things like meat and more meat,” he chuckled. “I know. My baby bro is big on health stuff. He keeps yelling at me.”

“Was he the tall one at the ceremony?”

“Yeah, that was Sammy. Sweetest Alpha you’ll ever meet. He wanted to say hi but he was nervous of making you afraid,” he said.

“He can like, come over and hang out if he wants,” you said.

“Is there anyone you would like to invite over? Your friends are allowed here,” he said.

“I don’t really...all my friends and family are gone now,” you said.

“You can still go, up to the Sanctuary if you want,” he said.

“If I stay I might be able to help other Omegas though, right?” you asked.

“Possibly, possibly not. The last thing I want is an unhappy Omega in this house,” he said.

“You were raised by your mom more than your dad if I had to guess,” you said.

“I was. But like you said earlier, you didn’t have a choice about this marriage. Now you do,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because an unhappy Omega won’t live in this house,” he said again. “Sleep on it, if you want to stay or not.”

“You’re...not what I thought you’d be,” you said.

“If I ever am, feel free to kick my ass, Omega.”

“Good morning,” you said, Dean eating an omelet on the back patio.

“You know, this isn’t as horrible as I thought it’d be,” he said, taking another bite of the dish.

“Egg whites are good for you,” you said, taking a banana off his plate. You peeled it and took a bite, Dean quietly eating beside you. “I thought it over.”

“Yes?” he asked. You took another bite, staring out at the yard.

“If I ever say I want to leave, you drop everything and take me that second, understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good,” you said, eating some more. “I want to know what I’m walking into next time with guys like Carter. You and your family treats me as a partner in all this.”

“We can easily do that,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “That’s that I suppose.”

“You’re staying?”

“If there’s a chance to help, I’ll help,” you said. Dean smiled, looking at the table. “Were you expecting a different answer?”

“No. Happy you’re not seeing me as the villain anymore is all,” he said.

“You mentioned you wanted your own Omega,” you said. “If you found one to your liking, would you claim her?”

“If I found an Omega I loved and she loved me back, I would ask to bond with her,” he said. “Isn’t that how it was done in your pack?”

“Yes. Our Omegas don’t wear collars though and any mated Alpha is marked in return as show of their equality,” you said. “They-“

Dean stood up and scratched his ear, frowning at himself.

“Are you okay?”

“I did not realize the day. I will require privacy sometimes. I will see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he said before he took off towards the house.

“Okay…”

“Peter,” you said at dinner that night. “Where did Dean run off to?”

“I do not know. Somewhere in the basement I suspect. Dean forgot what today was I’m sure with all that’s been going on,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and he smiled. “He normally doesn’t like any staff to come in on his monthly me day. He forgot this month he scheduled it for today it seemed.”

“Alright,” you said. You chit chatted idly until the staff was gone for the day. Dean didn’t seem like the keep an Omega locked away type and if he had a rut, the timing didn’t make sense. You’d never been in the basement but there was an open set of stairs down.

There was a wet bar and movie theater room down there along with a set of doors down a hallway. One was a bathroom, one a large room for storage, one with a keypad and a do not disturb sign hanging on it.

“Well what do you got down here hidden away,” you said.

“None of your business,” he said right behind you. You froze, slowly turning to face at him. There was the scary Alpha face you knew he must have been hiding. “You may use the basement but you will stay away from this room, understand?”

“Suddenly I don’t trust you as much,” you said. He closed his eyes and stared over your head, opening them slowly.

“If I show you, will you never bring this up again?” he asked.

“Okay.”

He sighed and moved past you, punching in a code you couldn’t see before pushing open the door. Inside was a bedroom and private bathroom, Dean’s gaze flickering back to yours.

“It is sound proof and obviously there are no windows. I sleep here on occasion,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, holding up your hands. You spun around to leave, catching sight of a pet bed and blanket in the corner. “I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“Leave. Now,” he said, pushing you out of the room.

After a slightly awkward dinner with Mr. Hendricks the next evening, he assured Dean that he wouldn’t vote for the new Omega law. Dean had pretended the whole basement incident hadn’t happened and you didn’t go down there anymore and let him have his space there to himself.

He was generally very sweet, sometimes flirty, sometimes quiet and almost sad. But he’d kept his word and things were on a friendship level only which you were grateful for. He was easy to talk to and while the situation wasn’t ideal, you never felt trapped there. It’d started to feel like your home too.

Until you woke up one morning a month later to a quiet house, Dean staring at you in the kitchen.

“There will be no staff today. I will be busy again,” he said.

“I’ll stay out of the basement then,” you said.

“It’s not what you think,” he said after a beat.

“Hey. I’m not here to judge. I didn’t see anybody else down there so you do what you want down there buddy,” you said.

“I will see you at breakfast tomorrow.”

Later that evening a storm rolled in. The power stayed on but the wind was really starting to whip around and a tornado warning had been issued. You sighed and went down to the basement just in case, watching a movie on the big screen.

When it finished you went to check up on the weather outside, even if the thunder was still booming overhead.

That’s when you heard a whining. You quietly went to Dean’s open door over in the basement, more whimpers escaping from inside of it. Not the good kind either.

“Dean?” you asked, knocking softly on the door. “You okay?”

You were surprised when the door was just slightly ajar like that.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

You heard something akin to a bark and poked your head in, a shaking beautiful light brown colored dog tucked away on the bed with a blanket around himself.

“Hey,” you said softly, bending down. The dog turned away and shook more when the thunder cracked. “Just a little noise, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

You knelt next to him and the dog curled into your side, tucking its face away.

“Okay. You’re okay,” you said, patting his head, shaking your head when you saw no food or water bowl for the poor thing. “Next time I see you Dean, I am reaming you out a new one.”

You woke up with a sore butt and something heavy on your leg. You yawned and blinked open your eyes, a very confused looking Dean staring up at yours he lifted his head.

“Dude,” you said, Dean sitting up and tucking the blanket around himself.

His very naked self.

“Dean-“

“What are...why are you in here?” he snapped. “What did you see? Tell me.”

“Your dog was crying because of the storm,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “I get the feeling you don’t have a dog.”

“Forgot to shut the fucking door,” he mumbled, staring at you. “I...I can explain this.”

“Yeah. Why don’t you put on some pants and do that.”

Dean was fidgety on the couch after breakfast, asking the staff to stay away again for the day. You took a seat, Dean playing with the bottom of his sweats.

“Dean.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” he said. “Ever.”

“I won’t,” you said. He nodded, pulling his hands away.

“So...there was a reason I accidentally tested positive as Omega back in the day. Someone had been...altering my body without anyone’s knowledge,” he said.

“More games?”

“Yeah. They intended to make me Omega,” he said. “You know. They got those medicines you can give your kids to help their odds of presenting a certain way. Someone was giving me Omega ones...cut with something extra.”

“Can you turn into a dog?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“Cool? Did last night look cool?” he said.

“Are you...like scared of storms?” you asked.

“Human Dean, no. The other one...it’s why the room is soundproof,” he said.

“Poor puppy,” you said, Dean shooting daggers. “Sorry. You were just really scared last night is all.”

“It’s something I’ve lived with since I was seventeen. It’s just a thing I deal with one day a month,” he said.

“Surely if you can do that to a person, there’s a way to fix it,” you said.

“There is,” he said. “It’ll set my body back in balance all the doctor’s say. Right now I’m Alpha like I’m supposed to be. But there are Omega...traits within me...along with the whole dog thing.”

“Why would someone want to make you an Omega? And a dog?” you asked.

“You really don’t want to know the answer to that,” he said. “I try not to think about it. You shouldn’t either.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. I simply feel the urge come on and have the staff stay away. I change out of my clothes and sit down, then I’m another way. When I wake up the next morning I’m me again. Wagging a tail is a lot of fun actually,” he said.

“You...you don’t have to stay hidden away when that happens. This is your home after all. I’m the guest,” you said.

“This is your home too, Y/N,” he said. “So...the whole dog thing doesn’t freak you out?”

“Oh that’s fucking weird, don’t get me wrong,” you said. “But you had no choice. Someone tried to hurt you. Plus you said you can fix it, right?”

“If my body got back in true balance, I’ll be fully Alpha as I should be,” he said.

“How does that happen?”

“A mate,” he said with a shrug. “But there are worse things than being a dog for a day a month.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Perhaps. The storm upset me more than I thought. My urge is still there slightly. I want to run the grounds for a few minutes if you think that won’t disturb you,” he said.

“No, go for it,” you said. He nodded and left, trotting through the kitchen on four legs a few minutes later. “Still freaky.”

He barked and wagged his tail, green eyes looking up at you.

“You understand me?”

He barked and put his snout in your hand, leading you to the back door and outside.

“Alright. Go run,” you said. He took off and started to sprint around the yard, long lunges and jumps accompanying him. You went out to the grass and watched him some more, Dean not acting quite like a dog. He looked like one and ran like one but he didn’t sniff the ground or go to the bathroom or do much of anything besides run around before he plopped down next to you. “Have fun?”

He barked, a smile in there, Dean barking again when you scratched his ear.

“Someone has a twisted sense of humor,” you said. He whined and pulled away, trotting back towards the house. “Dean, come on, it’s okay.”

He paused and sat down, letting you catch up and kneel down next to him.

“I meant to say, I’m sorry someone did this to you. You didn’t deserve that,” you said.

He let out a small bark and headed inside, back after a moment looking sweaty as he walked out in his sweats.

“You run really fast,” you said.

“Benefit of being a dog? That sucker loves to run whereas I do not,” he said.

“That’s how you get away with bacon cheeseburgers all the time, isn’t it,” you said.

“I’ll take my perks where I can get them,” he said. “Just...nobody outside my parents and Sam know about this.”

“Secret’s safe with me.”

“Hello Mr. Winchester,” said Peter a few days later. You whipped your head up from the study, a tall man walking inside. “Dean’s on the phone at the moment but should be done shortly.”

“Thanks, Pete,” said Sam, spotting you. “I think I’ll hang out in here for a while.”

Peter left Sam with you, Sam smiling when his eyes caught your bare neck.

“Sorry I haven’t been by yet to properly introduce myself,” he said.

“Dean says you’re a lawyer. I bet that keeps you busy,” you said.

“It does. My wife had our first pup not long before you and Dean were married though. I’ve been a stay at home dad lately,” he said.

“Oh. Just the one?” you asked.

“Winchester’s tend to have small litters,” he said, pulling out his phone and showing you the background, a three month old little girl appearing. “Her name’s Luna. Born during a full moon actually.”

“She’s cute,” you said.

“Yeah she is,” he said, tucking his phone away. “So...Dean says you know all about the family business now.”

“Yup,” you said.

“Good. You should come over sometime, meet Jess and the lil pup. They’re dying to meet you. I’d go insane if I had to live with Dean,” he said.

“Didn’t you live with him for like, years?” you joked.

“Yeah, Sammy. Best big brother ever right here,” said Dean, rounding the corner, ruffling Sam’s head. “Surprised Luna isn’t with you. You two are partners in crime from what Jess says.”

“They can use their bonding time too. I was just...you know what time of year it is. Saturday night,” said Sam.

“Yes, I do. I’ll even babysit,” said Dean.

“Dean. Jess isn’t going. You guys go this year,” said Sam.

“Sammy-“

“It’s one night. We were fine with going when you were flying solo but the pup at home and the new wife and the vote corralling…” he said. Dean closed his eyes. “Have her wear a collar, no one knows the difference.”

“You want me to bring an unclaimed Omega to that party? Besides being against the rules, if anyone finds out, she’ll be owned like that,” said Dean.

“Who’s gonna find out?” said Sam.

“I’m like literally right here you two,” you said.

“It’s a party full of guys like Carter. No, Y/N,” said Dean. “We leave the girls at home, you and I go together this year.”

“Dad says you guys should go. Make sure things are still good with Hendricks and Reginald, try to get Jameson too if you can,” said Sam.

“I thought Jameson was already done,” said Dean.

“Her Omega recently passed. She’s all over the place right now,” said Sam. “Come on. Please?

“I don’t mind. As long as I don’t have to wear that collar too long,” you said.

“You’re really going to get pissed off at the next part then.”

“I think it goes without saying but-“

“I touch the leash, pretty sure that’ll be the last thing I ever do,” said Dean, smiling at you in the passenger seat.

“Good boy,” you said. “You really are starting to get to know me.”

“I am sorry for this party,” he said as he drove. “You’re going to see some mistreated Omegas tonight. Very few are allowed off a leash.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you said, glancing out the window. He stopped at a red light, pausing before a hand reached over to your neck. You watched him but he simply undid the clip attaching the leash to the collar. He grabbed it from your lap and tossed it in the backseat. “You just said-“

“Yeah well, we ain’t getting you any rights if we go in like that. Just be careful tonight,” he said.

“What do you think Omegas should have rights to?” you asked. He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Y/N. If I had my way, things would go back to how they were hundreds of years ago, before the dynamic happened. Equality and all that. I think people understand enough about our physiology now that it doesn’t control us like it did back then. But what we got is broken. It takes time to fix all that,” he said. “But you and I, nothing about you is better or worse than me.”

“You honestly think that?”

“I know you don’t think you’re less than me. I don’t think I’m greater than you,” he said.

“...just really hate this fucking collar,” you said, looking out the window.

“Make sure the people you talk to tonight know it.”

“Mr. Carter,” you said, giving him a nod when you and Dean wandered around the ballroom. He did a double take at you, Dean smirking slightly as the two of you headed for the bar and grabbed some drinks.

Dean spun around when you got there, leaning over to you.

“Every Omega in here is watching you right now you know,” he said.

“You really meant what you said about us being equals?” you asked.

“I did,” he said, getting a glass of champagne, your head tilting at the bartender when you didn’t get one. “One for my wife as well, please.”

He set one down in front of you and moved down to the other end of the bar, giving you a snobby look.

“What do you have planned?” asked Dean quietly.

“Got my back if I cause too much trouble?” you asked.

“Duh. Just be careful. I don’t want anyone hurting you again,” he said.

“Why?”

“You’re my friend,” he said softly.

“I’ll try not to pick any fights,” you said, pecking him on the cheek when you saw you still had an audience. “Sweetie.”

He chuckled as you grabbed your glass and left the bar without him, heading through the crowd of people until you found Mr. Reginald.

“Nice to see you again,” you said, the onlookers seeing to give up their interest in you for a moment. At least some of them had.

“Mrs. Winchester,” he said with a smile.

“Is your wife here tonight?” you asked.

“No. She hates these things. I always come alone,” he said.

“I can understand why,” you said, glancing over to an Omega doing her best not to roll her eyes at her husband.

“The attire for Omegas at this event is normally traditional,” he said, looking you up and down.

“Traditions were meant to be broken,” you said, sipping on your champagne.

“Some yes, I would have to agree,” he said. “There is an art to subtly though.”

“Any suggestions on Carter?” you murmured.

“Go dance with him. Show him your softer side,” he said. “You do have one. I’ve known Dean for quite some time. His Omega would be nothing less than equal parts fierce and kind. Carter believes Omegas are animals. Show him you’re a lady.”

“Never been very good at being one of those,” you said, turning away for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “He seriously thinks we’re the animals?”

“Apparently,” he said. You took a deep breath and found Carter across the room, his hand in a leash, waving it about as he spoke to a woman on her own. You saw the Omega by his side, older, the woman in a beautiful gown that didn’t match the sullen face she had.

“Mr. Carter,” you said, giving both the women a smile. “Y/N Winchester.”

“Ah. You must be the elder Winchester’s new wife. Chloe Jameson,” said the woman to your right. You looked at the Omega, her gaze going to the floor. “I see the rumors of the newest Omega Winchester being a rebel are true.”

“No reason you can’t be a classy rebel,” you said.

“Very true,” said Jameson with a smile. “Carter, leave your Omega with me. I know this girl talk bores you.”

He handed over the leash and left without a word, Jameson leading the three of you over to a table.

“You know that leashes are required for Omegas at this party,” she said.

“Oh I don’t need a leash to know who I belong to. Or who he belongs to,” you said.

“Curious thing to say about your Alpha,” she said.

“Well you’re an Alpha. Your part of the deal is to protect and love and care for your Omega, yes? Sounds like an Alpha is as bound as an Omega,” you said.

“Watch the tone, Omega. I cared very much for my Lucas,” she said.

“I didn’t mean you specifically, Mrs. Jameson. It’s not common for the Alpha to take the Omega’s last name after all. I suspect you loved him very much,” you said.

“It’s different when it’s out of love,” she said quietly, glancing at the Omega with you. “This is Farrow Carter. Perfect example of what is expected of an Omega in some people’s eyes.”

“Hi Farrow,” you said. She didn’t say a word but gave you a small nod. “You can talk around me. It’s okay.”

“I’m sure her Alpha doesn’t allow her to speak and as she’s under my supervision, his rules go,” she said.

“That’s a person you’re talking about,” you snapped, her chin lifting up. “Farrow is a person, just like you and me.”

“Farrow. Be a dear here and explain to Y/N who exactly you belong to,” she said. Farrow swallowed and grabbed Jameson’s hand, a barely there flicker rubbing across her face. “In the eyes of some, she is Carter’s. In hers, she’s mine.”

“She’s clearly mistreated. You can’t-“

“Farrow is good at what you call, the long con. We met at Lucas’ memorial service. I did love him but Farrow...she is my true mate,” she said. “Alphas always know right away. It’s crazy what they’ll do for their true Omega. In Farrow’s case, she’s claimed by another but Carter is old and a younger Alpha challenging his claim would be easy enough to win. You know how it is with your true mate. They’re your one, no matter what,” she said.

“So I take it you’re not going to vote for that bill then?” you asked.

“No. I never was although many of my colleagues never knew that,” she said.

“How do I know Farrow actually consents to this relationship?” you asked.

“Chloe is mine because I asked her to be,” said Farrow. You tilted your head, Farrow smiling before she wiped it off her face.

“Like I said, Farrow makes her own decisions, at least when it comes to us. And she gets a kick out of sneaking behind Carter’s back. Convincing Carter to get on the Omega bandwagon will be difficult,” she said. “Not impossible, just difficult.”

“I’m not afraid of a challenge,” you said, giving them both a nod. “Farrow...just because you have an Alpha, doesn’t mean they own you.”

“She knows,” said Jameson. “Go on. Young Mr. Winchester didn’t bring you here to secure already secure votes now did he.”

“No. I suppose not. Here goes nothing,” you said as you stood up. You slowly made your way back across the room, finding Dean speaking with Carter and another man you recognized as Hawkings, the man behind the referendum. Dean looked uncomfortable, Hawkings hand on his shoulder, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted you. “Hello gentlemen.”

“So the Omega wandering around on her own belongs to you, Dean? I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Hawkings. You nodded, giving the man as friendly a smile as you could bare.

“Mr. Carter, could we have a moment?” you asked. Dean opened his mouth but you shook your head. “Oh, I think Mr. Carter and I will be fine, dear. We won’t be gone long.”

You took hold of Mr. Carter’s hand and led him over towards the dance floor, Carter staring at you a moment before he took the lead.

“What’s this all about?” he asked.

“You seemed bored,” you said. “And Dean isn’t one for dancing.”

“He’s always been a quiet Alpha. I was surprised to see his little outburst at lunch a few months back,” he said.

“He was frightened you would harm me. I’m sure you can understand that having an Omega yourself,” you said, Carter spinning you around.

“My Omega is property, nothing more,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“For what?”

“That you feel as though your Omega is property is all,” you said.

“You are property of Dean Winchester, Omega. You should remember that,” he said.

“No, I’m Dean Winchester’s Omega, his partner. He is my Alpha and my partner. That is what we are to one another,” you said, Carter missing a step. “I know you don’t agree with that but our relationship is good.”

“Omegas need to be controlled or else you’d throw yourself at any Alpha,” he said. “Case and point, you’re dancing with me right now.”

“Mr. Carter, you revolt me,” you said, Carter stilling. “I am dancing with you to help my Alpha get your vote against the referendums. It sickens me to be this close to you quite honestly. But my partner has asked me to assist him and I will assist him as best I can. Omegas don’t need control and they don’t need fear. They need Alphas that use their status to protect them, not hurt them. Unclaimed Omegas are not bad, Mr. Carter. Mated Omegas do not need to be kept under lock and key. All we would like is to be treated with respect. I don’t respect anyone that doesn’t return it to me, Alphas included. Honey attracts more flies than spice, Mr. Carter. Omegas are not sex crazed animals. They do not need an Alpha to do everything for them either. All they need is a partner, one that cares for them and one they can care for in return.”

“You’re talking about love,” he said.

“Fear and anger are powerful, Mr. Carter. In my experience, love is stronger. Love is the only thing stronger. Love will beat fear every time, even if it will take it’s time. There is nothing wrong with finding a mate you love. I simply wish you felt that way about your Omega. I can only imagine how much happier you’d be if you were in love,” you said, pausing as the song ended. “Thank you for the dance, Mr. Carter.”

“I still don’t like you, Omega. But I do respect you having the courage of an Alpha to speak freely like that to me,” he said.

“I have the courage of an Omega, sir,” you said. You nodded and turned to leave, Carter leaning down to your ear.

“Tell him you’ve got my vote. I was not always this way. I seem to have forgotten an Alpha’s true place in the world,” he said.

“It’s never too late, Mr. Carter,” you said. “Thank you.”

“You reek like Alpha mutt,” said Dean when you got in the car to head home.

“I hated that,” you said, scratching your collar as he started to drive. “Jameson, Carter and Dunlap are all locks against.”

“You got Carter?” he said. “How?”

“I spoke to him with less anger. He’s angry and lonely enough as is. I’m pretty sure we’ll be okay,” you said. “I was surprised to see Hawkings there.”

“Yeah,” said Dean, gripping the steering wheel.

“Want to talk about it?” you asked.

“Later, not now.”

“Dean,” you said, knocking on his bedroom door that night after you’d gotten home and changed. He was frowning when you pushed it open, sat in the middle of his bed and already wearing his pajamas. “You okay?”

“No,” he said, nodding for you to pull the door shut. You sat down on it across from him, noticing the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. “You know how...extreme stress can accelerate an Omega’s heats?”

“Wait, you get-”

“No, I don’t get heats. I mean, I just get the literally heat part of them sometimes. There’s medicine in my bathroom drawer if you wouldn’t mind grabbing it for me,” he said. You got up and found a bottle along with a glass of water, bringing it back to Dean. He looked better almost instantly, Dean unclenching his arms and leaning back against the bed as it kicked in. “Oh, thank you. So much better.”

“So I’m guessing you had some kind of extreme stress tonight that triggered that?” you asked.

“Yeah. Hawkings creeps me out but I’m sure you guessed that already,” he said as he sat up.

“Did he threaten you about the vote?” you asked.

“He knows the vote is going to fail and that’ll be a big setback for him. It’ll probably ruin him for good actually. He knows if I suddenly start acting like a big Alpha asshole though, it’ll help him win back votes,” he said. “You know, start treating my Omega wife like the rest of them. Show them I don’t actually care about you.”

“He threatened me?”

“I’m not going to do any of that, Y/N,” he said with a smile. “You’re my friend. I won’t ever hurt you. It’s my job to protect you after all.”

“You’re not really my Alpha, Dean,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Even if you are my husband.”

“Yeah but I like you. I know it was only a scratch but it bothered me when Carter hit you like that,” he said, offering you a half-smile. “I think it’s better if neither one of us leaves the house for a while, lay low until after the vote.”

“What’d he threaten to do to you?” you asked.

“Finish what he started when I was seventeen,” said Dean, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“Hawkings was the one that did that to you back then, wasn’t he,” you said, Dean nodding as he looked forward, glancing at his lap. “Why would he want to make you Omega? And a freaking dog?”

“My family has always been influential in the government. He and my father don’t get along. Hawkings wanted me to be Omega so he could claim me, own me. It’d give him total control over our family with that threat in the air. The dog thing came about because he owns some kind of genetic lab. On the books they help weed out bad genes but in reality they do super shady stuff like splicing DNA. The dog thing would be much slower to take effect completely but if he’d gotten what he wanted, it would have made me his Omega...his literal Omega bitch if you want to use that term,” he said.

You blinked a few times, Dean pursing his lip and staring at the bedspread.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing Dean’s chin and tilting his head up. “You’re not an Omega bitch. You’re Dean fucking Winchester, the best Alpha I’ve ever known. You’re what a real Alpha is, you got that? Hawkings ain’t going to get anywhere near you.”

“He thinks I’m mated so he should leave us alone for now. I think we should at least consider getting you to Canada before everything goes bad though. The vote is in a week. There’s time to get you up to your pack,” he said.

“You’re my pack,” you said. He closed his eyes and turned away, eyes meeting yours though when you turned his chin back. “So what if we’re not mated. You’re my friend. I’m not leaving you here to get forced Omega and to become that guy’s freaking dog and have him humiliate you. You gave up having a relationship out of love to do a good thing for my pack and I’m okay with being with a man like that. I’m more than okay with that. We’re in this together, okay?”

“I don’t know if I can protect you,” he said.

“Well we’ll figure it out. We lay low until the vote and then we deal with whatever happens afterwards.”

Two Weeks Later

The vote hadn’t passed thankfully and now there was a new referendum up to give Omega’s more rights. It seemed that whatever influence Hawkings had died out along with his vote.

Which left him with a lot of time to stew and get pissed at Dean.

“Dean,” you called when you stepped out of your room around dinner time. He’d been working in the garage longer than normal that day and hadn’t joined you for lunch. “Dean.”

You jogged downstairs, the staff seemingly gone for the day, a tupperware container still in the fridge for you to heat up.

“Dean,” you called again.

“Dean isn’t home,” said Peter, appearing from around the corner.

“Oh. Did Abby head home early? Dinner’s already in the fridge,” you said.

“Yes, she wasn’t feeling well so I sent her home after lunch. I attempted to prepare something for you and Dean. I hope it’s up to Abby’s standards,” he said.

“Oh you didn’t have to do that,” you said with a smile. “Thank you though. Do you have any idea where Dean went or when he’ll be back?”

“No. He was missing another part for the engine he’s restoring. I’m sure he’ll be back in a few hours,” he said.

“Alright. You can head home Peter, I don’t mind hanging out by myself,” you said.

“Sure thing Mrs. Winchester,” he said. “Would you like to see the Gardena’s I potted this morning for the front steps?”

“Sure. You always make up such beautiful plants,” you said, tilting your head a little as you followed him to the front door, finding it odd he was suddenly being formal. You slipped on your sneakers though, Peter opening and closing the drawer of the front table quickly when you were bent over, his hands around your neck, tying a collar on it.

One with a lock.

“What the-” you got out before he threw a hand over your mouth.

“Mrs. Winchester,” he said, staring for a long moment. You let him take his hand away and you followed him outside. “Hawkings has Dean downstairs. He broke in not long ago. He doesn’t know you’re unclaimed or here at the moment. I’m sorry for that but now he can’t get the collar off if he tries anything.”

“What do you mean he has Dean downstairs,” you growled.

“I mean, he is force feeding drugs to Dean. He’ll be Omega soon at the rate he’s doing it,” he said. “I suspect he’ll try to claim him after.”

“Did you call the police?” you asked.

“No,” he said.

“Why the fuck not?”

“You are not the only one with a family, Y/N,” he said with a scowl. “Retreat to your room, lock the door and call the police. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Go home, Peter,” you said. “Get your family someplace safe. I’ll deal with Hawkings.”

“They are in Dean’s room downstaris. I don’t know the code,” he said.

“5730. If you don’t hear from me, tell the police it,” you said, giving him a smile before you jogged back inside. You locked up after him and went to the stairs, dashing up them and into your room. You called the police and they gave you the same message about staying put Peter had but you knew Dean lived far out away from town. Help for Dean was at least thirty minutes away.

“Dammit,” you said. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and went down to the basement, staring at the shut door at the end of the hallway. There was no way to be secretive about using the only entrance so you punched in the code and jumped straight back, knife up. All you saw was Dean passed out on the bed, a tube in his arm, and no other sign of anyone.

“Hello Omega,” said Hawkings from behind you, knocking the knife from your hand and grabbing you by the back of your neck. He tossed you into the room and kicked the knife into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him.

Dean groaned on the bed and blinked open an eye.

“Hey,” he said wearily.

“Save the reunion for later,” said Hawkings, stalking over to you. “Don’t be stupid, Omega. Think of this as your chance at freedom. The second he’s Omega, your bond is broken and you get a fresh start. I honestly don’t care about you. You can go. All I want is him.”

“I don’t really agree with that plan so I’m going to say pass,” you said. Hawkings grabbed your leg and yanked you closer to him, quickly on top of you and pinning you down. “Good luck claiming me, asshole.”

“Peter cares far more about his family than he does you, Omega,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key. “Omegas are to be kept collared unless being claimed. At least he understands that. He may be Beta but at least he understands that.”

“You try and take this thing off of me, I’ll rip out your throat,” you said.

“It seems I’ll be taking home two Omegas today,” he said. He quickly undid the collar, Dean grunting as Hawkings titled your head back. “Where’s your mark?”

“Go fish,” you said.

“Where is your mark?” he growled.

“He didn’t mate me because I didn’t consent to a barbaric old ritual where I had no say. I’m not property and he knows that,” you shot back.

“Oh, he made a mistake,” he said.

You heard a snarl in the room, both your and Hawkings heads whipping up to see a growling dog suddenly on top of the bed, baring its teeth. It barked and hopped on top of Hawkings, growling on unsteady legs.

“Oh look. It’s my mutt,” said Hawkings. “You should really just let me shove that tube back in your arm, boy. You’re gonna be a whole mess of hormones if you stay all doggie like that.”

Dean growled and jumped in front of you, Hawkings smirking when Dean lunged forward but got yanked back on a leash around him.

“That is why Omegas are to be leashed,” he said.

“Dean,” you said, running a hand over the gasping dog’s head, finding the latch to the collar there. “Go get him.”

You undid it, Dean pouncing on top of Hawkings when he was free. He bit into something as you turned away, a few shouts and grunts and growls lasting until you turned back and Hawkings was out cold on the floor. Dean limped back into the room, looking very human all of a sudden as he dropped to the floor.

“Hey, hey,” you said, Dean groaning as he rolled to his back. “Dean. What’s wrong?”

“It’s trying to change,” he whimpered. “My body. It hurts.”

“Dean,” you said, Dean gasping for breath. “Oh fuck it.”

You got down on the ground and pulled his face to your neck, baring the skin to him.

“Do it. Now. It’s okay.”

Dean’s teeth tore through the flesh of your neck instantly, a strange pleasure pain stealing the air from your lungs.

You were supposed to be having sex when you were claimed. You were supposed to be getting knotted. You were supposed to be feeling the most incredible connection of your life forming.

All you managed to feel was yourself pass out a few seconds later.

“Hm?” you hummed, looking around the front hall you were laying on a stretcher in, Dean padding over with a blanket around his shoulders. “Dean?”

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you know apparently the reason we’re supposed to have sex when we bond is to help the bonding process not be too overwhelming? Hence why the cops found us both passed out,” he said. He stroked his hand over your hair, smiling as you shut your eyes. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Did they get him?”

“Mhm. The guys that had Peter’s family too. He feels horrible apparently for doing what Hawkings told him,” said Dean, helping you sit upright. You opened your eyes, Dean running a thumb over your cheek. “Thank you.”

You smiled, narrowing your eyes when you saw a bite mark on his neck.

“You claimed me too, Omega after you ripped that freaking collar off. That’s how your pack, our pack does it, hm? We claim one another?” he said.

“I don’t remember doing that,” you said, tasting the remnants of blood in your mouth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said.

“So no more doggie super powers?” you asked.

“Just regular old boring Alpha Dean now,” he said with a smile, tracing his finger down to your arm. “You want to go to the hospital?”

“Do I have a choice?” you laughed.

“Nope. They want to check me out and make sure I’m okay too,” he said. “Come on Omega.”

Two Weeks Later

“Y/N, you seen my socket wrench?” asked Dean, wiping off his hands as he walked out to the back patio around lunch.

“You keep losing it in the bottom drawer of the tool box,” you said, sipping on your lemonade with a smile. He smiled when he saw your father sitting there eating a sandwich. “Dean, this is my dad.”

“Hello sir. Sorry, I thought you weren’t getting in until later tonight,” said Dean, trying to clean off his hands on his shirt.

“It’s fine, Dean. I got in a little early to spend some time with my girl. She’s had a busy few months.”

“That she has,” said Dean.

“She did neglect to say she was mated on the phone though,” he said.

“It was consensual,” you said with a smile.

“I find that hard to believe,” he said, staring back at Dean.

“Dad,” you said. “Dean’s my friend, my best friend. I claimed him too.”

“I still find it hard to believe,” he said. “To be honest, I thought you’d never let an Alpha claim you.”

“Yeah well...Dean’s not any regular Alpha. Case and point, look around at what happened with the law last week,” you said.

“More rights for Omegas,” he said with a nod. “I did a bad thing to you, Y/N. I’m sorry. I hoped this family was what they said they were and you’d be safe with them. I didn’t realize you’d make a whole lot more Omegas safe too.”

“Well you could have picked a worse Alpha for me,” you said, giving Dean a smile. “I’ll show you where the wrench is.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” he said. You hummed as you followed him inside and to the garage, digging through the drawer and pulling it for him. “So, I kind of knew that was there all along.”

“I figured as much,” you said, leaning up and pecking on kiss on his lips. “Alpha.”

“Making me all fuzzy there, Omega,” he said.

“Husband,” you teased, Dean shaking his head. “I know our parents are both in for dinner tonight but tomorrow do you want to go out on a date?”

“Mhm. I like dating you,” he said.

“Normally you do the dating and then the marriage part, not the other way around,” you said.

“We’re unconventional. Sue us,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “I’ll be done soon and then I’ll be in to hang out with you and your dad, m’kay?”

“Sounds good, Alpha,” you said. “Don’t take too long now.”

A/N: Read the follow up spin off here!

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