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welldonebeca · 1 year ago

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The Farm (I)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 3.2k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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"Now, isn't this place so much nicer?" you looked at Jess and Sam.

You and Dean had come down with them to Stanford, to say the proper goodbyes, spend a little more time together and settle them in a more comfortable way.

Now, their debts were being taken care of by Dean, and you were helping them move out of their itsy bitsy tiny old house and into a proper flat.

"It's very generous," Jess hummed, looking around.

The place was all furnished, so they wouldn't have to worry about it. It was very pretty too.

"And, I was able to convince the guy to let you two rent just while you graduate," Dean stepped to her, putting a hand around her waist. "So you can move back home as soon as you are finished."

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking happy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," your sweet Omega lamented.

You jumped, surprised, when Sam came up behind you, touching your belly.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he kissed your cheek. "Don't you want to take a nap before hitting the road again?"

You chuckled a bit.

"Oh, Sam," you covered his hand. "This is a Winchester baby, remember? She loves the car already."

"Or he," Dean added.

You rolled your eyes.

"She!" you stated, sticking your tongue out.

Your baby was a girl.

As the mama, you knew it.

Dean shook his head.

"Alright, goodbye," he kissed Jess. "I gotta go punish that bratty Omega of hours."

Sam gave your ass a little pat, and you walked back to Dean, already perking up.

Punish you?

You followed him out of the car, curious.

It wouldn't be the first time Dean would spank you in Baby, but right there? In the parking lot?

That was new.

"Alpha?"

"Come on," he called you. "In the car."

You entered it quickly, eagerly waiting.

Was he going to spank you?

Make you warm his cock with your mouth?

But Dean just entered the car and... drove.

That was it?

"Dean?" you called.

"Hm?" he looked at you.

You stared at him, waiting.

Where was your punishment?!

"You said you were going to punish me!" you reminded him.

Your husband laughed aloud.

"Oh, I just said that so we could leave faster!"

You blinked, surprised.

Why was he laughing? It wasn't funny!

But Dean laughed even more!

"What, did you want me to punish you?" he taunted you.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Awn, baby," he put a hand on your knee. "Don't worry. I'm not going to punish you because I have a surprise for you."

You perked up quickly interested.

"You do?"

He smiled, amused.

"Well, I've been working behind the scenes, talking and... you know," he continued to drive. "Doctor Gabriel told me a little more about his family, put me in contact with a few of them... you know, his brothers. His little brother, even."

You frowned, confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

"They are actually working on the newest farm, you know?" he told you. "Out in the West."

The West?

Wait, which coast was this?

East or West?

You were never good with that.

"And he put me in contact with the brother who is responsible for it," Dean continued. "You know... a dude named... Castiel."

You wiped your head so quickly it almost snapped your neck.

“Dean…” you whined, face burning at the memory of touching yourself to his demonstration video.

Your Alpha just smirked.

"He’s going to give us a tour," he told you. "So you better be a good girl during it, Omega."

You tried not to get wet with what he was offering you.

A real visit to the farm?!

Meeting Castiel?!

Would you even be able to look him in the eye after seeing him fuck that Omega?

Still, your mind rushed the whole hour Dean drove, until you were in front of a half-constructed building on a large farm still mostly empty.

You were still gazing outside when Dean opened your door, helping you out of the car.

"Don't worry so much, baby," he rubbed your back. "If you don't want to stay...-"

"I do!" you interrupted him. "I just... I want to be good."

He smirked, and your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he knew.

Dean leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You are a good Omega," he petted your chin. "A very good Omega."

You nodded, a little calmer, though you squeezed his hand tight as he guided you inside and stopped in front of a reception desk.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be Meg?"

She glanced up at him and then at you, not very excited.

"Sign-ups are online," she said simply. "We do not accept any show-ups."

You frowned.

"What?" you asked, confused.

What was she talking about?

"Listen, I'm sure you got some good milk, but there are procedures, sweetheart."

You nearly gasped, going hot on the face when you realised what she was implying about you.

"I'm not here to sign-up!" you protested.

You would have left if Dean didn't hold you right in place.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my wife, Y/N," he told her. "We are here for a scheduled meeting with Castiel."

Meg clicked her tongue, finally checking her computer.

"You are, aren't you?" she looked up. "What a shame. But you can meet him in his office, second room on the right."

She pressed a button, and the door behind her opened.

You glared at her as Dean pulled you to go with him before you could start thinking of saying anything to her.

What a rude woman.

Dean walked into his office first, tugging you along, and there, right behind the desk was the man himself.

Castiel.

His focus was on some paperwork and he looked like he was paying a lot of attention to it before Dean cleared his throat.

His bright blue eyes looked at your husband first, but quickly moved to you, and your heart skipped a beat when he stopped up.

"Mr Winchester and Mrs Winchester," he greeted. “Welcome.”

You two sat down, and your eyes ran over him as the two men by your side started talking, and you tried - hard - to understand them - but it was all business lingo and stuff you didn't understand.

Castiel was so big.

Maybe not as tall as Dean or Sam, but he was very large.

And his voice was so deep, it echoed inside your torso like the bass of a song.

His eyes connected with yours for a moment, and you felt yourself blushing, a little started when he spoke to you all of a sudden.

“Would you like a tour around the facility?” he asked you

You blinked, surprised.

“Oh?" you exclaimed. "I thought you were still under construction?”

Castiel smiled charmingly.

“Well, yes but we were able to start up some progress before the full building is made," he told you. "It's all locked up because we don't have a lot of security, but you two are owners too, so... you know. Not a problem."

Your eyes widened.

"Owners?" you asked.

Dean just said he had a few stocks!

Castiel looked between you and Dean.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. "You are the biggest shareholders outside of my family."

When you turned to him, your husband just winked at you.

"Surprise, sweetheart," he smiled.

Before you could ask more questions, Castiel stood and opened the door.

"Let's go," he led you two. "I'm sure you'll be positively impressed."

You followed him out, watching everything attentively.

He showed you the break room, a place with very comfortable couches, a few fridges and looking like a very relaxing place for Omegas to rest and talk.

The board rooms were nothing different from what you expected, where shareholders and owners could meet and talk.

"This farm will sadly be the smallest one we have so far," he told you. "If you ever decided to visit the East, our main farm has four floors dedicated to our Omega's offices. It's where I mainly work, I'm just supervising this one for my brother Michael."

You nodded along, realising you hadn't seen the offices yet.

"And where are the private offices?" you asked him.

Castiel looked at you, surprised.

"I read your company has private and shared offices," you confessed, feeling your cheeks warm.

"She is really passionate about your business," your husband chuckled.

Castiel nodded, smiling.

"Well, the private offices are still under construction," he told you. "But our shared office is ready. I told some of our Omegas we would have some visitors, so they prepared for it. We only have a handful of employees at this time, but I can introduce you to three of them."

His gaze darkened a bit, and you exchanged a look with Dean, but your husband didn't seem to notice.

Castiel led you to another side of the building before entering a room that was just the size of a bedroom, but there was no bed inside. Instead, there was that famous milking machine and the knotting machine that you remembered getting wet too.

The first Omega who walked to you was in her forties and all smiley.

"Hello, you must be the visiting new owners," she greeted you.

Her tits were so big!

"Hi," you greeted weakly.

"Elizabeth, could you tell them about your experience working for us?" Castiel instructed her.

She smiled.

"Well, I'm a mother," she told you two. "But my three kids are already in college and didn't have a lot to do until I heard about the Farm. I always tried to pump at home and donate my milk there, but it was still not enough. I like the benefits, and the work is very good. That's why I'm here."

That was so nice!

"Let's give them a demonstration, shall we?" Castiel asked her.

She nodded, and you watched them, clutching Dean's hand.

Was that a good idea?

Still, Castiel didn't look affected by your nervousness, quickly setting Elizabeth up.

"I see you're not using the toy," your husband pointed out when she just saw on a chair.

Elizabeth giggled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, most of the Omegas do use the toy's pleasure to produce milk faster, but I'm an old Omega," she told you. "I just can't keep up."

Dean took off his leather jacket discreetly and wrapped it around you, maybe expecting something from you.

Castiel just smiled, reaching and caressing her cheek.

"Oh, don't say that," he cooed, and you could see her melting. "If the stories your husband tells are right, then you've been improving."

"Improving?" you asked, focus taken from her chest.

"Oh," she looked at you. "I used to be a bit of a nag before the farm. You know... too many things in my mind, never satisfied or happy with anything since my nest emptied. This job helped a lot."

She shook her head, and then looked at Castiel.

"Castiel helped," she corrected her.

He smiled, kissing the back of her head.

Well, he seemed like a nice boss, then.

"Sometimes Omegas need to be reminded of their purpose," he affirmed, sweetly.

You all did, right?

Castiel kissed her cheek and guided you to walk out of the room.

"As I said, the private offices are still being built," he told you, closing Elizabeth's door. "So they are using these spaces for work. Those rooms are going to be converted into our pasteurisation area, it's why the walls are made of thin wood. It's a temporary space."

You looked at the walls, and they did look temporary.

"The doors are also going to be changed, we just put them here to get them privacy," he told you, opening a new door.

The Onega inside was already attached to the machine.

To both of them.

"This is Cassandra," he told you. "Cassie. For short."

You gazed at Cassie, and she held back a moan at your presence. Oh, the naughty little thing, too embarrassed to be heard but not to be seen.

"Cassie, dear," he spoke softly. "I told you we had guests."

"I know, Mr Novak," she whimpered, trying to hold back her moans.

You gulped, watching her tits being milked by the machine. She had so much milk.

"Holy shit," Dean hissed. "That toy is definitely bruising her up."

You tore your eyes from her milk and looked at her ass. She was dressed, and you couldn't see the toy in her cunt, but the machine was in a very, very fast setting.

Castiel shook his head and took a small remote from her hand.

"Well, Cassie, how about you tell them about yourself?"

The machine slowed down, and you licked your lips, warm between your legs.

"I'm a student," she spoke, clearly trying to stay coherent. "And I had a problem with leaking."

Castiel hummed a bit.

"She did," he agreed. "It's why we accepted her as an early employee. We knew she needed our services as much as we needed her."

"What do you study?" you asked her.

Cassie pressed her lips together.

"Communications," she whined. "Wanna be a journalist."

Castiel chuckled.

"She is very smart when she is not being fucked, I promise," he assured you.

Her face flushed in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her body. She was so beautiful, tall and with big tits. Not huge, but with so much potential.

"Mr Novak," she whined, looking at him. "Can I have it now? What you promised?”

Castiel chuckled.

"Not while I'm doing the tour, honey."

She whined, boomed, and then he looked at the two of you.

"Well... Mr Winchester?"

Your husband stepped back, nearly hiding behind you.

"You could offer yourself to solve her oral fixation," he suggested. "If you two are comfortable with that."

"Can I suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Please?"

Your husband was shocked at the question, and you glanced at him.

Oh, he was hard.

"What kind of question -"

"You should," you told him. "You're so hard already, Dean. And the floor doesn't look comfortable for my knees. I can continue the tour with Mr Novak on my own."

"We can stay," Castiel told you. "It's only appropriate, as you are his Omega. I would never suggest you leave him here on his own."

You nodded. It made sense. At least the way he said it did.

"Please," Cassie moaned. "Please, sir!"

Your husband unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing his flannel today, just his leather jacket and a V-neck shirt. He was so handsome.

"There you go," he spoke hesitantly.

Cassie didn't even hesitate, quickly taking his cock and grabbing his hips, wrapping her lips around it and swallowing him.

Dean froze, shocked at her just pulling him, but Castiel didn't care. He was a boss trying to make his employee happy!

"Fuck," your husband moaned when she deep-throated him.

He pushed his fingers into her curly hair, slowly fucking her mouth. It wouldn't do good to harm his property, right?

Your brain caught with your thought.

Property?!

God, how fucked up were you?

Still, you rubbed your legs together, eager, turned on by everything.

"Would you mind if I recorded it?" Castiel asked, all of a sudden.

Dean turned, confused.

"For the... hm... business website?"

Castiel shook his head.

"To Cassie's boyfriend," he told him, phone in hand. "It will help with her training."

Your husband nodded, and you watched as Castiel pulled a ring light before putting his phone in his pocket and going for Cassie's bag, setting her phone up and recording, focused on her face and Dean's hips.

You licked your lips watching them, and Dean grunted.

"You're slutty little cow, aren't you?" he caressed her hair. "No wonder you need to be fucked this early in the morning. Didn't even wait for us."

Castiel analysed them closely and calmly, as if they weren't doing anything surprising.

"You can go faster," he said simply. "A good bruising will be a suitable punishment."

Your husband looked very happy.

He fucked her throat faster, moaning and growling, and your chest ached.

Oh, you were going to leak soon.

Castiel looked at you, and your cheeks heated up, and you held the jacket closer, afraid of embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetie, come over," he instructed. "Look from this angle."

You complied, obedient.

He took off your jacket, hanging it aside, and gave you a little look before moving you to face Dean again.

"Look at him," he whispered near your ear. "Cassie is such a good cock-sucker, you know?"

You nodded weakly, rubbing your legs together, and gasped when he touched your chest over your shirt.

"Dean told me all about you," he told you, chuckling. "Said I'm your favourite porn star."

You bit your lip, holding back a sound, not wanting to ruin the video.

"I'm glad you liked our videos," he massaged your breast. "If we only caught you sooner... Dean says you have so much milk... but you are more of a breeder than a milker."

You held back a whine, rubbing your legs together.

"Sadly, we haven't cornered that market yet," he joked, chuckling.

His fingers worked and worked on your chest, and you blushed more.

“I’m going to-” you whispered.

“Shh,” he interrupted you. “You know, my brother Raphael says we need the public to respond better to us before we start offering breeding whores like you for sale.”

Your legs weakened and he held you in place.

You loved Dean and your life so much, but the thought of being filled up and leaking all day sounded so insanely good. Just being bred and milked the whole day.

“I can smell your slick,” he whispered into your ear. “Are you wet, sweet girl? I think you are.”

You squirmed, legs wet under your dress.

“I bet I could slide right in, and you would welcome my cock,” he hummed. “And without worrying about breeding you, because you are already bred.”

The pressure in your chest grew.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m going to wet my clothes all over.”

Castiel cooed you, all mockingly.

"Poor little thing," he kissed your cheek, taking his hand away.

You whined at the lack of touch, but didn't say anything.

"Cassie, dear, make him cum already," he commanded. "We have a tour to finish."

Not a second later, your husband moaned aloud, stopping fucking her mouth and cumming suddenly.

Castiel just chuckled.

"I told you, sweet thing," he looked at you. "She is very good."

He gave you your jacket back, and you covered yourself just at the right time before you felt your milk starting to dribble down, and you zipped it up at the same time your husband was zipping up his pants, trying to recompose himself as he moved to you.

"She's... uh..." he cleared his throat. "She knows what she's doing."

Castiel stopped recording and sent the video to someone - Cassie's boyfriend, probably - before giving her the remote back.

"Now, be safe and drink tons of water," he told her, back to being sweet. "I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you need to go home early, talk to Meg."

He kissed her forehead and petted her hair before turning to the two of you.

“Let’s go.”

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stusbunker · 2 years ago

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Tattered: The Prodigal’s Redemption

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

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

Word Count: ~4575

Warnings, etc: Hospitals, at risk pregnancy, hormonal imbalances, amnesia, claiming, little bit of blood, Sam and Dean tag team smut, emotional sex.

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Special shout out to @lastactiontricia for putting up with this series the entire time.

Sam

I’ve never been more grateful to be heading back to Bobby’s. Dean’s been an ass this entire case—- it wasn’t even a case, just infiltration and trying to secure a way in to end Dick Roman. But it took longer than we had hoped.

Though the IT girl, Charlie, seems to think it’s all doable. So, we’ve got that now that Garth has some sort of ancient spell tablet that is giving us some sort of direction. Thanks to a new prophet named Kevin. Poor kid.

The stress of being away from our Omega is making us both snippy, but Dean must be close to rut or something because I want absolutely nothing to do with him. His scent even seems off, which doesn’t make sense, I’ve been around him since he’s presented. He’s never smelled this— gross.

We’re driving through Sioux Falls when I get a text from Bobby and my stomach gives out.

“Turn around,” I might yell.

Dean’s head whips around and he glares. I hit the call button and side eye him as I wait for Bobby to answer. “They’re at the hospital.”

“What?! Is she okay?!” Dean growls.

“I don’t know, Dean, that’s all Bobby said. ‘Meet us at SF General.’”

He pulls an illegal U-turn and floors it. Bobby doesn’t answer, but he texts again saying to not come stomping in. He gives me a room number. I know it’s her, otherwise she’d be the one texting us. I just don’t know if it’s the pups or —-

“They’re on the fourth floor. The Omega Health Pavillion.”

“Fucking hell. We never should have left,” Dean curses and changes lanes.

“Yeah, and who’s idea was it?” I remind him under my breath, trying not to crush my phone in the palm of my hand.

“Now’s not the time,” Dean warns, not taking his eyes off the road.

I chew on my words and let him get us there— to her. The hospital security are in our faces before we can make it to the elevators. I force myself to not rip their throats out.

“Sorry, but, official business.” I flash a badge, not even sure which one it is and shove it in both guards’ faces.

“And him?” the older Alpha guard challenges, leering at Dean who is reeking of anxiety.

“I left mine in the car, tub-o, there’s an Omega in danger. Are you gonna let me go or do I have to call your boss?” Dean’s not doing any better than I am, but he’s also not trying to reel it in.

I glare at my brother over the guards’ heads. Dean rolls his eyes and waits out their unnecessary permission.

We could have just said we were next of kin. But two claims—- it’s not really heard of anymore. And they wouldn’t have let us both go. Or either of us.

I worry over the legalities of our situation as Dean punches the floor number on the elevator, forcing the doors closed.

“How long has she been here?” Dean asks like I know anything more than what I’ve told him.

I shrug. “Dunno. Bobby just texted.”

Dean stares at the screen with the increasing digits like it will speed up under the weight of Alpha fury. I try to keep the frustration out of my scent. Dean is too far panicked to pretend to be professional about anything anymore.

I’ve always hated the smell of hospitals, even though they keep the air purified and the surfaces sanitized, you can always smell death. Or loss. Fear is probably the most unrelenting, but it’s the most understandable. And I know we both leave a heavy wave of it behind on that elevator.

The nurse’s station doubles as the security checkpoint, and I can smell pregnant and lactating Omegas from all directions. Dean stops and waits as I check us in, forgoing the badge to keep them from asking more questions.

The nurse tells me, “follow me Dad, we’ll get you to your Omega.”

I nod in gratitude and pointedly don’t look at Dean as I follow her and her mauve scrubs down a corridor away from the scent of fresh pups, to another, shorter hallway blanketed in quiet vigil.

“Bobby?” Dean marches past the nurse when he spots him waiting outside her door. “What the hell happened?!”

Bobby nods at the nurse and she only pauses briefly to scent the air and leave us in peace. Then, finally, he explains. She’d been having more cramping and was feeling faint. He made her go in to check it out on Monday.

“Wait, Monday?! It’s Thursday, Bobby. Why are you telling us now?!” Dean says what I’m thinking.

“She didn’t want to worry you until we knew what was wrong,” Bobby shrugs, but I can tell he never liked the idea. He was just doing what she wanted.

“Is she awake?” I ask.

“I didn’t tell her you boys were on the way, she’s gonna be pissed that you’re pissed. So cool your jets before you burst in there, but I think having you back will at least even her out enough to get out of here.” Bobby sighs. “Or at least I hope so.”

I need more than his hunches. “What are the doctor’s saying?”

“Hormonal imbalance. Like the pregnancy is fighting her. Oh, by the way, there’s three pups. Which they’re also monitoring. Only like twelve-thirteen weeks along, so none of them are viable yet, but yeah.”

Bobby explains like he didn’t just completely break us both.

“Three?” Dean gapes.

Bobby cocks an eyebrow. “You wanted more?”

“I just— three?!” I am not processing this. We knew there was a chance of having multiples, especially with two Alphas, but that’s a lot—-

“I’m going to check my messages and get some grub. I’ll check in before I head home.”

“Of course, Bobby. Thank you.” I say before he walks away.

Dean looks like he’s doing math in his head and I can’t really blame him. “What does he mean by viable?”

Oh.

I sigh and weigh my options. “It means they won’t survive outside of her, yet. They’re too small, underdeveloped.”

“Okay, yeah. But, by chance, with all your reading, you know how long before they could?” Dean is trying to increase her chances while not putting the pups in danger, I can tell.

“With multiples there’s a much higher chance of premature birth. But if we want to keep them, they need her as long as possible. Another twenty weeks would do it, but the ideal? As long as possible.”

“Cuz forty is full term.”

Impressed, I nod. “Yeah.”

“Do you think I smell okay to go in yet?”

I inhale and try not to gag. “It’s hard to tell. You’ve been off to me anyway.”

Dean glares and breathes deep, closing his eyes. I feel him try to force himself to relax. Which, when does that ever work? His heart rate goes down at least.

“She’s exhausted,” Dean mutters, trying not to pace. “She missed us.”

I reach out and try to sense what he’s getting. We’re close enough, she’s probably getting a read on us too, but she hasn’t outright said anything or called us in yet. I’m not as good at it as Dean is, I’m not sure if it’s time or just something he’s better at, or maybe my own worry is clouding over my other senses. I don’t want to dwell on it right now, but he had to say something. Like he’s translating.

“Yeah,” I just agree. “Me, too.”

Because, of course I missed her. But also, I don’t want to sound surprised. He eyes me and inhales, psyching himself up.

“You coming?” Dean nods to her closed door and I stop short of going in before him.

Her whole room smells of home and anguish.

Dean’s on now, he’s smiling softly and easing inside. I forget how much of him is bravado anyway. I close the door quietly behind us and walk to the side opposite of Dean. Naturally, we each gravitate to the side of her that bares our marks.

She hums in her sleep and her face softens as she catches our scents in her dreams. Dean can’t stop himself from touching her, just a small brushing of her hair behind her ear. It doesn’t wake her, but I know that he’s checking her temperature as he does it.

She’s okay. She’s not thriving or anything, but it feels good just to see her. I pull the blankets up and rest my hand on her stomach, feeling the belt they have tucked around her middle to monitor the babies. I try to find their heartbeats, but they’re so small and so fast, I can’t pick them apart.

It’s enough, for now.

Dean asks me a silent question and I nod, but I think he can feel my relief enough. He nods and grips the rail on the side of her bed. And we wait.

Dean

She’s been in and out of the hospital since we got back from Chicago. It seems whenever we’re separated for more than a few hours, she dips again. We’re guessing the hormone fluctuations happen when we can’t be there to regulate her.

The doctors are literally having us do their jobs for them. They are out of their depth with two Alphas fathering a single, if multiple, pregnancy.

By her third overnight stay, I hate everything they stand for.

We get her home and into our bed and just nest for an entire afternoon. She’s putting on weight, which is a good thing, but she’s losing muscle. Sam’s been feeding her his green smoothies— all the extra kale you could ask for. And, I’m not even complaining, because whatever helps.

My nose is buried in her hair and Sam’s her big spoon. Just laying in the not-quite-waking haze before one of us gets up to start dinner.

We don’t talk about the pups unless it’s with the doctors, because we know the more we think about them, the more attached we’ll get. Nobody wants to lose them. But it is still a very real possibility. It’s been this silent agreement— nobody wants to be the jinx.

Meanwhile, Bobby’s been deep in the lore. Most of the books that talk of the older styles of packs are more legend than anything. Maybe a few stories of weathering the elements and fighting for land. There’s very little medical knowledge to gain from all that, but he’s trying.

And then there’s the pesky red-headed beta texting me updates from Dick Roman’s central hub. Not to mention, Garth’s lanky ass helping to calm down an anxious honor-student-turned-prophet. It’s been a rough month.

I breathe her in, trying to keep my thoughts’ foot off the damn gas. She still smells like the hospital, but I know it will be gone by morning. We’ll cover her in us until she takes a shower and then start the process all over again. The healthy glow of the early days of her pregnancy has faded into almost a sheen under her skin, like something is leeching the color out of her.

I make the executive decision to order food for pick up. Nobody wants to cook or clean up at this point anyway, Sam can calm down about whatever he’s gonna say about her sodium levels. She needs food.

Besides, it gives me an excuse to go check on Bobby’s research.

Eventually Sam relents and agrees on pizza when I remind him she can’t have subs unless they’re well toasted. So there, pregnancy guru, I do pay attention. Once the food is ordered, she gets extra cuddly, knowing I’m gonna be the one leaving to get it.

I don’t hate that.

We watch TV, just some nature show or another, me leaning back against her chest as she plays with my hair and just coats me in nesting Omega pheromones. Sam’s on his laptop next to us, half watching half scouting for anything more the Leviathans can subtly do to slowly conquer the world.

It’s when I drop Bobby’s pie off that he tells me he’s found something. And I mentally start packing before I’m even back with the rest of the food. If Bobby’s network says this guy is the real deal and there’s no trapped Reapers involved, then I’ll take what we can get.

For her, anything. Always.

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I’m staring at a ghost. Or whatever a dead angel becomes.

“Cas?”

Dean’s looking at him like he hung the moon and I can’t help but worry they’re both actually Leviathans.

“Did you test him?”

Dean scowls at me. “He’s not possessed.”

I ignore his rudeness and look at Sam, he nods and goes inside to find some borax.

“Y/N? I understand you’re having some difficulty?” Cas is not right. He’s not a power-tripping wannabe God, but he’s shifty. It’s weird to see him out of the trench coat.

“Okay, what is going on?” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for whatever stupid excuse Dean has for leaving us for an entire day.

“‘Mega, this is Emmanuel, he’s a faith healer.”

I swallow a few choice words and look at Dean and then back to Cas. “Emmanuel. Interesting. How’d you find him?”

“Bobby did.”

Of course he did.

“And what do you do? How do you heal people?” I step down off the porch and look into Cas’ eyes, silently daring him to lie to my face. Just one reason and I’d finally get somewhere to put all the anger that’s been ricocheting around inside my head lately.

“I emit some sort of healing energy after sensing someone’s malady. It is localized and requires little contact, if that’s what’s got you so worried.” Cas— or Emmanuel, whoever, explains cautiously, clearly aware how dangerous I can be. Or maybe that’s just from Dean and however he got him all the way out here.

“How much?”

“I don’t ask for money. And after your mate saved mine, it’s the least I can do?”

I spin and give Dean a face.

“Yeah, found a demon about to ambush his wife trying to get at him.”

“Wife?”

“Little Beta named Daphne.”

“That shouldn’t matter,” Cas-Emmanuel seems annoyed that his wife’s secondary gender is being scrutinized, not understanding what he was— or must still be if he’s healing folks.

I shake my head and feel Sam join us again. “She cute?”

Dean nods and shrugs.

“Good for you, Manny.” I turn to Sam. “Uh, could you hold out your hand real quick? Just need to ensure you’re not something else.”

Cas-Emmanuel looks to Dean and Dean glares back, he must decide it’s best to play along. He holds out his left hand, pulling the sleeve of his fancy sweater back. Nothing happens when Sam douses his skin with the cleaner. Well, at least there’s that.

“Alright, buddy, let’s see what you got.” I drop my arms and lean into Cas’ space, closing my eyes and waiting for the cool trickle of his Grace.

“Oh, oh my,” Cas-Emmanuel says. “Well, congratulations. But I don’t think I can help this. This is a matter of unmatched claims. Your offspring need equal input from the hormonal parts of their fathers’ claims. It’s almost like they’re experiencing rejection sickness, much like your other Alpha.”

“Rejection sickness?” Sam asks, voice deep and alarmed.

I turn and look up at Sam.

“She hasn’t claimed you back and you share her with your brother whom she has claimed,” Cas says it all so simply, like we’ve been idiots not to realize it. “I assume that’s why you’re short with your brother and his scent is probably more odorous than usual.”

“Sam?” Dean asks for clarification.

Sam looks at me without seeing me, like he just found out the sky is red. “I didn’t even realize—- I thought it was just stress.”

My chest hurts. I didn’t even know he was hurting. My fault. Again, I’ve been the cause of his pain.

“So how can we fix this? Since, apparently, you can’t.” I ask a little huffy, frustrated at Cas’ blunt appraisals and lack of solutions.

He has the nerve to look squeamish. I feel my eyebrow raise and I put all of my annoyance behind it. Dean looks at the ground like he’s in trouble.

“Um, well, I believe if you make even and equal claims your hormones and the fetuses’ hormones will regulate. And your Alphas will be less prone to rejection as well, or at least I would hope.”

I inhale and nod, figure it sounds too easy, but these boys are always whining about something so we better try it anyway. For my pups, I’d do just about anything at this point. I watch Cas-Emmanuel and I hold out my hand for him to shake.

He takes it timidly, but I shake it hard, drag him to me and scent him.

“You’re still an angel just wearing a person. I don’t know if you’re being dumb or trying to hide something or to keep someone from finding you— or us. But just know we know who you are.” I let him go and see the panic and alarm on our friend’s face.

He doesn’t understand and it makes me even more cautious to be taking his advice.

“Hey! So, how ‘bout some grub, huh? Long drive,” Dean tries to smooth it out. But I keep watching Cas like a hawk.

Sam was making shish kebabs, so I make a salad to stretch the meal for four adults, knowing Dean will ignore the rabbit food anyway. Bobby’s out for the night, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to get an ear full from me in the morning about this faith healer of his.

Cas picks at his food, but I can tell he isn’t hungry. He never was.

It’s after dinner while Dean and Sam are doing the almost nonexistent dishes, that Cas slowly comes back to us. We’re walking around the salvage yard and I’m asking questions about his life now. When eventually he realizes he knows the answers to some of his own questions about me and my Alphas.

Cas and I have never been close, but it hurts all the same to see him so lost.

“As a healer, do you know about the different kinds of Amnesia?” I ask delicately, seeing alarm bells flash behind his brilliant blue eyes. He doesn’t respond. I let it settle in his thoughts as we approach Bobby’s porch.

My temples ache and I’m already getting tired, even though the summer sun is still above the horizon. Cas reaches forward and brushes two fingertips across my brow, earning instant relief.

I exhale.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Cas says sadly.

“Don’t know what you’re apologizing to me for,” I mutter. “Or only me— I should say.”

“It was calamity on a global scale,” Cas admits.

“Still is. Fuckers aren’t gone yet,” I huff, opening the backdoor for Cas to file in front of me.

“True,” his pensive reply.

Dean

Cas made it sound so easy, so obvious. The pups were suffering because we all were still tip-toeing around this thing we started. We weren’t all in— hormonally speaking— and they weren’t getting the stability they needed. Knowing Sam had been feeling it too really was the kicker, because I hadn’t meant for it to go that far. Especially knowing how much she’s suffered over the last couple of months.

So, basically, I’ve been a world class asshole.

I do a load of laundry and try to get my head on straight as she and Cas walk around the yard, catching up. Sam keeps giving me this look like he feels guilty but curious and all I smell is relief on him. I’ve been so far into my own head I’m tuning them both out.

What happens if the Leviathans get a hold of us? If Sam or I bite it, is she a goner too?

We need to fix this. Tonight. And pray whatever happens from here on out, the surviving bonds are strong enough to withstand anything that gets thrown at us. We were so close to normal, I’m not risking it anymore. If she needs my mark— I’ll give it to her. I would give her a freakin’ kidney, I’m not seeing it as any less now.

She’s sweaty and tired when she gets back inside, but there’s something behind her eyes that I haven’t seen in weeks and it digs into my chest with claws, latching on tight. Sam gets her some water and we congregate around the kitchen table. She explains how she thinks we can do this best, and how we’ll figure out the Leviathans as soon as she’s stable. And how Cas was sticking around for a few days until we would be rolling out the Stop Dick Permanently Plan.

By the end of the week, this all could be behind us. It feels big and it sounds easier than it is, but so do most things.

“Okay, go get comfortable— I’ll be up in like an hour and we can go from there.” I usher them upstairs. Sam gets his claim first, beating away rejection sickness had to come first or my re-claiming might have actually killed him— if not the pups.

She’s determined to get it all done at once and I don’t blame her, but I also don’t want to tempt fate. Bodies are complicated and you can’t bank on it all working so easily.

I listen as they get close, like a love song in the background. It’s not quite my style, but I can appreciate the melody. Sam’s a pretty rough guy, and I know he’s holding back because he’s scared.

We all are.

The kitchen is spotless by the time their hour’s up. Plus all the laundry is folded in the mudroom. I rub my hand over my face and march up the stairs. The smell of sex has me stiffening up and the closer I get I catch a hint of blood mixed in. She’s cradled in Sam’s lap, legs around his waist as she laps at her claim on his neck. He’s got some color back and there’s a sense of connection, of rightness mirrored in both of their minds.

Somehow, I don’t feel like I’m interrupting.

Sam nods at me as I start to get undressed, and it’s almost like he’s relieved I’m there.

“How long you been locked in?” I ask clinically, curious to see how much build up I have ahead of me.

“‘Bout ten minutes,” she murmurs, content and dreamy.

“You want me to wait or can I join you?”

She hums richly, like she’s contemplating dessert. My stomach does somersaults. “Hold me? My back is cold.”

“I can do that.”

I crawl behind her, kissing her shoulder before rubbing down her back, then up and down her arms, covering her in my touch. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck and scent her, feeling her steady pulse against my cheek.

She’s okay. They’re all going to be okay.

We sit like that for a couple of minutes, her leaning back against me while still stuck on Sam’s knot. He’s playing with her fingers, his other massive mit is protectively pressed against her rounded belly.

She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s ours.

I’m hard against her side, but I don’t care. Not right now. It’s too perfect to go rutting against her just yet.

Sam’s all pensive, but he isn’t giving off much besides Mate and Content and Pups in random hazes of thought. I wonder if he hears me yet.

I rub my nose along her shoulder, kiss where it meets her neck and smile into the crook when she shivers. She sits up and kisses Sam, holding his face between her hands like he’s precious. He growls against her lips, sighing when she starts to scratch his scalp. She whines when he starts to slip out of her, licking into his mouth to make it last.

I’ve got my hands on the notch of her waist, eying her ass crack like it’s manna from Heaven. I’m so hard and already leaking, but she’s still got Sam to take care of. I start nipping at her nape, just to distract myself more than anything.

Sam’s plotting, I can feel it.

Then she jumps because the fucker starts rubbing her clit. Well, two can play at that game, so I grab her tits and start sucking marks all over her neck and shoulders. I twist those ruddy nipples until she’s mewling, rocking hard against Sam’s half soft dick.

“I gotcha, honey, come here,” I husk out, lifting her by the armpits onto my lap and off my brother’s knot. She gushes all over my thighs, both slick and cum. Then I’m fucking up into her before Sam can even complain.

He’s still got her mouth anyhow.

She slumps against me, holding Sam’s fingers to her mound. She calls out a breathy “Alpha” and we both speed up.

God— she’s so warm, just hugging me so good.

I look down and watch her tits bounce, her baby belly hiding the pleasure Sam’s giving her. Fucking hot.

I cup those beauties, pinching the nubs between my second and third fingers, and roll my hips, hitting her right where she likes it.

“Fuck!” she groans, cumming all over all of us.

“That’s it,” I mumble. “Give us the good stuff.”

I punch my knot up against the clench of her channel, blood pulsing through every inch I can shove inside her. I’m not there yet, but the tight, wet, squeeze of her has me salivating. She writhes in my lap, unwilling to let go of either of us. She rides out her orgasm while murmuring the most delicious filth.

Sam licks his fingers clean and then starts in on her tits. She pulls his hair and puts him where she wants him. And I’m growing heavier at the mere sight of her taking what she wants.

She reaches back and cups my neck, pulling me closer so she can tongue fuck my mouth. She adds a roll to our rhythm and I’m seeing spots. Everything goes high and tight and I’m fucking flooding her with all I’ve got.

I bite her bottom lip on the way to her throat— to the scar I left there all those months ago. She licks her own blood off my tongue before nudging me closer. I take the scar tissue between my teeth and nip— fuck my knot in higher and pull my teeth wide and sink into the unmarred flesh. Biting deep and dragging her into my throat— feeling her infuse my veins. Weaving us further together.

She sustains me.

I tongue the fresh wound as she grinds down against my knot. I feel her lower lips quiver and I’m cumming all over again. The taste and smell of her on me— inside me, stretches out my orgasm into waves of completion— drawing it out until I’m sobbing her name and she’s shushing me quiet.

Fuck— it feels so good.

I want to put three more pups in her.

I don’t know when Sam crawled away, but I’m grateful for the time to ourselves. I kiss my mark and wrap my arms around her middle— just clinging to her and this moment.

The world finally feels like it makes sense.

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me-and-my-3lovers · 6 months ago

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A Bond Never Meant to Be

Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Apocalypse!Castiel

What happens when you are trapped in a room, ready to be tortured by your boyfriend’s evil doppelgänger?

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SELF HARM/ MUTILATION, SUICIDE, Forced Claiming, angst, Torture, There are other ones I just can't think of

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Italics are your thoughts

"You are quite the interesting specimen." The voice sounded like Cas but not quite, it was too mean, too calculating. "Take the bag off her head." He commanded. Your eyes didn't need much time adjusting to the dim room, seeing Charlie and Ketch were being tortured by angels in military gear. What towered over you was Castiel, not your Cas, he smelled smelled... off, but he looked identical. "It'll be so easy breaking an omega."

"Don't you touch her," Ketch tried to sound intimidating, but he was coughing up too much blood for that, "You'll regret it."

"There has not been an omega in this world for decades," This evil Castiel bent over to inspect you, "I wouldn't even have to break her mind like the red-head." He turned your head over to see Charlie, slumped over and unconscious. You were too scared to speak, watching as this Castiel smiled down at you. "I can smell your fear, delicious. Don't worry my little omega, I won't hurt a hair on your pretty little head. You will be telling me everything I want to know, of your own volition."

"Screw you! I will tell you nothing!"

Castiel chuckled at you little outburst. Moving closer to your ear he whispered, "You will tell me everything you know, one way or another."

You couldn’t breath, the world stopped and shattered. He claimed you.

"You Bastard!" Ketch screamed, earning himself a blow to the kidneys, "I'll kill you."

"Now, you are going to be a good little omega and tell me where the rebels are hiding," Castiel started petting your hair, "Before I have to kill both of them."

The next few moments went by in a blur, you think it was Sam and Dean, maybe Mary too, who came busting in guns blazing. Evil Castiel ran out the door while his subordinates got stabbed with angel blades. You remember Ketch trying to tell them to check on you, and then you were free, Sam cut the ropes holding you to the chair and gave you his jacket.

"You ok?" You could only nod. Sam tried to shake your shoulders before walking you outside. You were grateful for the jacket, it smelled like home.

Cas was right outside when you opened the door, you could see him stabbing his doppelgänger and then a bright flash of light. You walked over to your Cas, falling into his arms, unable to suport yourself anymore, and Cas carried you bridal style away from the building. Cas smelled wrong, he didn't smell like your mate anymore.

"Are you ok?" Cas asked when he felt your tears on his trench coat.

"I'm fine, I just want to go home." You sniffled a bit, "everything'll be fine when we get home." You were exhausted, falling asleep on your way too the base.

When you woke up you were on a bus, Charlie was sitting next to you.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to your world, the rift is still open." The bus stopped and everyone was rushing out. Charlie was right, the rift was still open, but it looked weak, like it might close at any moment.

When you tried to get up your legs gave out and you fell back on the seat, everyone on the bus evacuated except for you, stuck there like a newborn fawn. You made no attempt to get up again, or call for help, you were just laying on the bus seat, no will power left to move. You wondered if anyone would come back for you, you hoped they didn't.

Coming back would waste time they didn't have, and maybe I deserve to be stuck here. You thought to yourself. If I die, is my soul stuck here? Would Cas forgive me? He shouldn't, I someone else claimed me, taking away our life together.

"There you are sweetie,"

"Gabriel," He lifted you up and ran out of the bus.

"I know, I'm your hero, but the rift is closing and Lucifer can only hold back Michael for so long." You turned and saw Michael and Lucifer locked in combat, and Lucifer didn't look too hot. "Sam Dean! Go! I Got her!"

Sam and Dean waited until you were right behind them before going through. "It's gonna be a tight squeeze, hold on." Gabriel said, holding you tighter.

The rift closed right behind you and Gabriel, no chance for Michael or Lucifer to come back through.

"Cassie, looking for someone?" Gabriel said with a shit eating grin.

"Can you just take me to my room?" You whispered in his ear.

"But everyone is celebrating, and you haven't even seen Cas yet,"

"Please Gabe..." You sounded so weak that Gabriel listened and took you back to your room and laid you on your bed.

"I'll have Cas come back with chicken noodle soup." Gabe promised, You nodded your head before he closed your door.

You got up from your bed and went to your dresser for your hunting knife. You cut your hand and started drawing warding sigils with your blood, making sure you wouldn't have unwanted angels sneaking in. Next you grabbed a sock to try and muffle the sounds of what would come next. Moving to your sink, you turned on the water and shook off Sam's jacket, removing your shirt, you saw the mark on your neck. It looked red and angry, with dried blood all over it.

There was only one way to get rid of a mating bond.

You balled the sock up and put it in your mouth. You hesitated for a moment. This was the most painful thing an omega could ever do to them selves, and there'd be no going back from here. I'd never be able to have a mate ever again, Cas could never claim me. Is it worth it?

You plunged the knife into your mating gland, the pain crippling you. You couldn't hold back the scream the escaped you.

"Y/N!!" you could hear dishes shatter and Cas yelling outside your door, "Are You hurt?! What's going on?!" The knob jiggled but the door didn't budge, "Open the door!"

You wanted to go towards him, to have him heal you, but you couldn't. He won't be able to look me in the eyes after this, all I'll be to him is a weak disappoint. You dragged the knife through the wound to open it up enough to see inside.

"Sam, Dean!!" Cas was shouting for the brothers. "Please, open the door, let me in," he leaned on the door, "I know you're hurting, I want to help you."

The tears falling down your face weren't from the pain anymore. You don't want to help me, at least you wouldn't if you knew what he'd done. Through all the blood and tears dripping down your neck and chest, you could see your mating gland in the mirror.

"Y/N, Open this door!" You heard Dean banging on the wood, "Open it or I'm getting an axe and chopping it down!" He tried frantically jiggling the knob, "Why can't we smell you anymore? WHY CAN'T WE SMELL YOU ANYMORE?!" You heard dean bang on the door one last time before running off, probably to get the aforementioned axe.

"'Mega, please, I still need you." Cas plead through the door.

Cutting through whatever veins or soft tissue was connecting your mating gland to your body, you pulled it out and threw it in the trash can next to you. You felt light headed and airy, the world seemed dull and scentless. You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, there was nothing, no fear or anxiety or anger in the air, just nothing. The world seemed darker too, colors weren't as sharp anymore and everything seemed to be more grey and black.

"It's ok Cas, everything's ok." you called out.

"Open the door, please!" Cas called out, "Open the door for me."

He must not have heard you, "Everything's fine." you call out again while closing your eyes, everything's fine. In fact, everything's better than fine. Life couldn't be better.

You woke up next to Cas in your bed, both of you tangled up in the bedsheets. Cas cupped your cheek and kissed you hard, "I love you so much y/n, more than you'll ever know." Cas's hand moved down to stroke your mating gland, "I can't wait to claim you 'mega."

"Well," you rolled to straddle Cas, your hands resting on his solid chest, "don't wait too long, an omega can only handle so much teasing." You chuckled, pulling Cas up for another kiss.

"Once we get back from the Apocalypse world, I promise." Cas sat up to look you in the eyes. "I'm very good at keeping my promises."

"I'll be waiting mister." You chuckled before kissing him again.

Dean finally broke through the warding and brought down your door. Cas was the first one inside and rushed to your body. You were lying on the ground, eyes closed and covered in blood, the knife still in your hand. Cas cradled you, trying to heal the wound in your neck.

Dean came around to grab Cas' shoulder. "Cas, is she...?" Dean trailed off, not being able to think about loosing you.

"She's not- she can't be-" no matter how much Cas tried, your body remained still, cold and lifeless.

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 5 months ago

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zepskies · 11 months ago

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DEAN WINCHESTER ONE-SHOTS

Stories are Dean Winchester x Reader unless otherwise noted.

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

Restless Nights After a tryst you instigated in the backseat of his Baby, you and Dean have started something new. He’s just not sure that you’re as “all in” as you claimed to be.

(Sequel to Maybe More Than Enough)

Maybe More Than Enough You’ve been a friend and ally to the Winchester brothers for years, but you and Dean break new ground while on a stakeout to catch a witch.

Touch Me** - (Dean x Plus-size!Reader) Dean isn’t used to how “touchy” you can be, but he never said he didn’t like it.

Rest Dean is your rock, but you’ve become his place of rest.

Something Real** - (Firefighter!Dean W. x Reader) Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

(Part of the Smoke Eater-verse)

Down to the Crust You’ve set out on a very specific mission for Dean. The problem is, you now have ulterior motives for your (formerly) pure love of baking.

As You Wish When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

Sharing Is Caring (II) Navigating a new relationship means learning how to share a bed with Dean.

(3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.)

Patched Up (I) How Dean thanks you for treating his wounds.

(3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.)

Make It Right** - (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader) He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.

Midnight Espresso-Verse** - (Dean x Plus-Size!Reader) A Masterlist of stories in which Dean dates a curvy Latina.

Summary: You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

Get Stuffed Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

(Part of the Midnight Espresso-Verse)

The Old-Fashioned Way - (Dean x Soulmate!Reader) You and Dean are having trouble trying to start a family. What happens when you turn to a spell for a possible solution?

(Part of the Never Say Goodbye-Verse)

Talk Bacon to Me A rare lazy morning where you feel like pestering Dean a little. He objects to being pestered, but ultimately, you both just want to spend some time together.

Easy Like Sunday Morning In which Sam is thoroughly done with motels, and you and Dean continue to make his life miserable.

Home Cooking Now that you and Dean have a daughter, living at the bunker with Sam means you get to be more domestic, to varying degrees of success. Dean learns to enjoy your attempts at cooking.

Damned If I Do - (Dean x Lisa B.) Lisa's thoughts as she fights for her life, and for her son, and this time for Dean.

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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A thief at the bunker

Summary: There is a thief at the bunker.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, scenting, a/b/o, idiots in love, sneaky Castiel, possessive Sam, implied smut/mating

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo (expired): Idiots in love

Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Bed-sharing

“Where are they?” you grumble. “I bought five new blankets, sheets, and new pillows. Now they are all gone.”

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Dean pokes his head inside the room. “Do you need help? I was about to have a shower, but I’ll lend you a hand if you need me.” He grins when you throw him an angry look. “Whoa, what crawled up your ass.”

“Watch your tongue, Winchester,” you warn, and point your index finger at Dean. “I bet it was you.”

“Huh?” He cocks his head. “What are you talking about, Y/N? I don’t know what you want.”

“Have you seen the blankets I bought? I wanted to give one to Charlie when she comes to visit us this weekend. Now the blankets are all gone. We’ve got a thief at the bunker.”

“If it was pie or beer, I’ll be your man. But blankets and pillows are not my kind of poison,” he grins. “Maybe you simply misplaced them, Y/N. I can have a look at the guestroom if you want me to.”

“I came from the guestroom, Dean. I prepared it for Charlie, and only needed fresh sheets and one of the blankets for her. And now, they are all gone.”

Dean furrows his brows. “Maybe Cas needed them…no. He wouldn’t steal the blankets. I’m still not sure if he ever sleeps.”

“He’s a Netflix junkie,” you chuckle, but then you remember, you still need to find the blankets. “Crap. I don’t have the time or the money to buy new blankets. I need to find them.”

“Blankets?” Castiel joins you and Dean in the room. “I saw Sam carry a few blankets inside his room not so long ago. He snarled at me when I asked him if he needed my help.”

“Sam?” You gape at Castiel. “Why? He’s got a blanket, and I never took him for a blanket hoarder.”

“I’m not sure about it, sweetheart,” Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “If we had to share a bed, he always stole the blanket. I woke up freezing more than once.”

“That fucker!” you growl. “How dare that man to steal my blankets.” Off you go to get your blankets and pillows back.

“There she goes,” Dean sighs. He glances at Castiel, who, to Dean’s surprise smirks darkly. “Cas, what’s the matter? Why the scary smirk?”

“Scary?” Castiel frowns. “I didn’t scare Y/N. I made sure she’ll find the blankets on Sam’s bed.”

“You want her to hurt my brother?” Dean swallows thickly. He wonders what Sam has done to deserve Castiel’s wrath. “What did Sammy do?”

Castiel sighs deeply. “They are pining for each other for years. I’ve had enough of watching them. So, I took matters into my own hands.”

The angel grins proudly.

Dean snorts. “You played matchmaker.”

“It’s called heavenly intervention.”

“It’s called getting Sammy laid…”

“You! Samuel blanket thief Winchester! I will kill you for stealing my blankets,” you growl, ready to attack Sam.

He looks at you like a deer in the headlights. The hunter tried to find out who brought all the blankets to his room when you stormed inside.

Now he believes you tried to nest on his bed, and his heart swells in his chest.

“I knew you feel the same,” you end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck. You are too stunned to even react. Moments ago you wanted to scold him for stealing your blankets, and now he’s walking you toward his bed.

“Sam…” you try to fathom what’s going on as Sam tries to get you on his bed. “What? Sam!”

“You brought the blankets and pillows here so we can make a nest.” You end up on Sam’s bed, buried underneath the hunter. “We will take things slow. I’ll properly court you. I've got nice gifts for my omega. I bought a new flannel, and the pumpkin pillow you like so much.”

“Sam…” You pat his back, but he won’t move. Sam sniffs along your neck to catch your scent. “We will rub our scents into the blankets, and you can move into my room after we finish the nest.”

“Sam…SAMMY!”

“What? Oh,” he lifts his head to grin at you. “Do you want to mate first? I knew you were a dirty girl. Let me just lock the door. We don’t want Dean to walk in on us…”

“What? I—” You watch Sam get off the bed to lock the door. He throws his shirt across the room seconds later, smirking as you drink his naked chest in.

“Yeah?” He furrows his brows.

“Forget it,” you unbutton your shirt. “I like your plan…is all…”

“You owe me fifty bucks, Dean,” Castiel smirks as the noises coming from Sam’s room leave little to nothing to his brother’s imagination. “I told you that all they needed was a heavenly intervention.”

“Tell you what Cas,” the hunter shudders hearing you mewl loudly. “We should leave the bunker, and I’ll drink the memory of the noises they made away…”

“I’ll accompany you, Dean. Maybe someone else needs my help too.”

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captain039 · 2 years ago

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Serving her

Alpha!Cas x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, light gore, first time, smut, claiming, dominant cas, Cas has experience and is a fast learner, mates

When Cas first popped in you jumped out your skin while the boys seemed unfazed.

“Apologies” he said in a monotone voice and you just nodded staring at him confused as he spoke to Sam and Dean. You kept staring at him, feeling something stir inside you but you’re unsure what, you couldn’t smell him like you could Sam and Dean who were plainly alphas. You got a raised eyebrow from Sam who seemed to be trying to catch your attention but you were just baffled.

“What is he?” You blurted and they all looked to you.

“He is an angel” Sam said smirking slightly at you.

“Angel” you muttered nodding.

“Awesome” you said sarcastically.

“You don’t believe him?” The angel asked.

“Where’s your wings?” You asked arms crossed.

“You can’t see them” he stated.

“Halo?” You said mostly for laughs and he frowned.

“I don’t have a halo, no angels do actually” he said seriously.

“Oh” you mumbled.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Castiel” he answered and you nodded.

“So you weren’t nuts” you muttered looking to Dean.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked frowning.

“Nothing” you said quickly busying yourself with packing again.

“Continue your man talk” you said and they gave you odd looks before continuing.

“You don’t smell” you blurted before you could think and the angel turned back to you while you froze and flushed.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled and Sam snickered.

“Jesus” Dean rolled his eyes.

“I do have a scent, I just hide it as it is overwhelming to humans” he explained and you nodded.

“Sorry” you repeated shoving your clothes in your bag.

“I have to ask why is there an omega with you? Is she Deans?” Castiel asked and you wished the earth would swallow you up.

“Is she mine?” Dean said wanting to laugh and you glared and you went to yell at the angel.

“She beat my ass for touching her towel” he explained laughing and interrupting.

“You were gonna use it!” You snapped.

“No shes not Deans and her name is Y/n” Sam said.

“I know” Castiel said.

“Of course you do” Dean mumbled.

“Why is she here?” The angel pressed.

“She saved our asses more than once” Dean said and you smiled slightly.

“So?” The angel said and you glared.

“Dick” you mumbled.

“So, we owe her our lives” Sam sighed crossing his arms.

“Ok” Castiel finished and you frowned at his bluntness and lack of emotions.

After that meeting he kept popping in or turning up suddenly scaring the hell out of all of you most of the time. He just popped up randomly in the car or on a job, it wasn’t healthy for your heart, you were too young for a heart attack. Over time though you kinda got used to it, not the popping up randomly, but him being there. You were by yourself this time searching the house for clues while Dean and Sam acted as Feds. You were scared to act as a fed and always blew it.

“Have you found anything?” You almost screamed and shot as you turned to Cas. You glared lowering your gun and huffing.

“A text, a phone call, a letter, anything! So I don’t die of a heart attack!” You yelled and he just stared normally, no emotion.

“No I haven’t found anything” you sighed.

“Could just be an angry alpha” you sighed.

“Angry alpha?” Cas said frowning.

“You know, big bad wolf, I’m possessive and insecure so I’ll yell at the lower rank for kicks” you mocked sticking your chest out and flexing your arms. Cas just frowned and you rolled your eyes ready to give up on the angel.

“You know, you’re mean” you froze and turned at the voice in the hallway. A man stood outside the door, tattoos down his arms and face.

“Djin” you muttered worried.

“I don’t like your tone either” his eyes darkened and his voice washed over you uncomfortable. Your hands shook and you cowered, gulping.

“Answer me when spoken too!” He roared and you collapsed. Your whole body shook and you covered against the cupboard. You covered your face as the Djin screamed and disappeared, Cas standing behind him now. You shook uncontrollably and cursed silently. Cas spoke to you but you couldn’t hear him as he walked forward.

A scent filled your nose though and you frowned thinking maybe the boys turned up. You frowned staring at Cas who knelt by you before nodding his head once. You stared at him warmth filling you as your shakes left. He smelt…. heavenly, ironic. You wondered if all angels smelt like this, like, home. His hand was on your shoulder and knee that you had by your chest. An alpha using his voice was bad enough, a Djin using it, well that was worse.

You heard footsteps and saw Dean and Sam outside the door.

“You weren’t answering-“ Dean stopped mid sentence.

“What happened?” Dean asked coming in with Sam behind him.

“Geez” Dean held his arm over his nose.

“I had no choice” Cas said as you processed. He smelt really good, you didn’t focus on Sam and Deans scent at all, just his.

“You stink dude” Dean complained.

“You alright?” Sam asked as you looked to him.

“A Djin used his alpha voice on her, she was shaken up, I have disposed of the creature” Cas said. Dean frowned and you felt small and useless. This has only happened a few times, but it was either of the boys who calmed you down after the hunt, blankets, a jacket maybe. You all headed to another motel and you rented your own room, ready to curl up in a nest on the bed. Sam was quick to leave you his jacket while Dean was talking to Bobby about something.

“Call if you need anything” Sam smiled softly and you nodded going in your room and locking the door. You sighed shrugging on Sam’s jacket and sighing at the comforting scent of family. You raised the cupboard of extra blankets and pillows and made the bed into a nest. You wrapped yourself in blankets and turned on the TV. you sank into the sheets trying to shake the feeling that the Djin would pop up and do something. You shivered and shook your head focusing on the TV instead.

You awoke to movement in your room and grabbed your gun, aiming at whoever it was.

“Cas?” You said tiredly and he turned around.

“You’re awake” he stated and you rolled your eyes placing your gun down.

“Why’re you in my room?” You asked sighing. You frowned though, the same scent from before coming from him, he smelt really good, your whole body relaxing and calling him almost.

“I brought you supplies” he said pointing to two bags on the counter.

“Food?” You asked and he nodded.

“Your heat is approaching also” he said and you froze, body going hot.

“What?” You muttered getting up and checking your phone. You’d taken your suppressants you shouldn’t be going into heat.

“That’s impossible!” You said as Cas finished unpacking and turned around. He stilled looking you up and down and you frowned. You looked down and flushed, you only had underwear and a T-shirt on along with Sam’s jacket. You froze when he growled and walked forward.

“Take that off” he said voice low and commanding, but not using his alpha tone. You frowned before you realised. You shrugged off Sam’s jacket and Cas glared at it as you chucked it on a seat.

“It’s a comfort thing from family” you mumbled feeling like you had to explain yourself.

“You won’t need it” Cas said simply going back to putting items in the fridge.

“Huh?” You said confused by his behaviour.

“Cas?” You added when he didn’t answer. He sighed stilling his movements.

“Cas, what’s going on you’re scaring me” you crossed your arms, fidgeting lightly on the spot.

“Can you not sense it?” He asked seriously and you frowned.

“Sense what?” You asked.

“I can smell you if that’s what you mean, I don’t-?” You stuttered confused. He walked forward into your personal space and stared. You felt little under his gaze and avoiding his eyes.

“Mate” he muttered and your body shuddered as you snapped your eyes to him.

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welldonebeca · 1 year ago

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The Farm (II)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 2.3k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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Castiel led you to the third room, and you stopped, surprised when you recognised the Omega from the video.

Oh!

"And... I think you might have known her already, uh?" he smirked to you. "This is Amy. She works with me in my farm, in the East. But she usually comes with me when I travel."

She smiled, all very giddy.

"Hello, dear," Castiel looked at her.

"Alpha," she smiled back.

Alpha. Not Mr Novak.

"Oh," Dean exclaimed by your side.

He didn't seem to mind, kissing her lips sweetly.

"Sweetheart, these are Dean and Y/N Winchester, I've told you about them."

"She moved all the way here?" your husband asked. "For you?"

Castiel smiled and brushed her hair back, revealing a mark on her neck.

His claim on her.

"I would follow him anywhere," she affirmed, smiling at him.

"You let your Omega work here?" you asked, unable to stop yourself.

Yes, the Omegas before had partners but Castiel was their boss, right? He was his Omega's boss, then?!

"I volunteered," Amy told you. "I wanted to be a part of this."

"My other Omegas are also part of our staff in the farm," he told you, not looking any ashamed as he palmed her breast. "We all believe in this principle."

You stared, surprised.

He had another Omega?

Omegas. As more than one.

“Your Omegas?” Dean asked, sounding just as surprised as you.

“We have a big pack,” Amy declared, arching her chest to Castiel’s hand.

He pushed her dress aside, pulling her nipple unashamedly.

"We are a big family," Castiel affirmed. "My Omegas and I. My brothers and their Omegas too."

You remembered the words in the video.

Once someone wanted to join their family...

Oh, God.

Amy moaned, squirming.

"Alpha." she whimpered. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed, looking at you. "We have guests. Maybe we should be a little more generous."

Castiel petted her chin.

"We are a family, after all," he looked at the two of you.

You licked your lips, the top of your dress soaked with milk and your panties soaked with slick.

"Amy, sweetheart, why don't you strip for Mr Winchester," he suggested, and looked at you. "And Mrs Winchester, come on now. We don't need to ruin your clothes more."

You complied without even thinking, and barely looked at Amy when she moved to Dean.

"Try her milk," Castiel instructed Dean. "She is the best producer of the East Coast."

You watched Dean lean down and latch on her nipple, making her moan, and you rushed to peel off your clothes.

Castiel moved to you, licking your lips before kissing you hard, pressing his strong body against yours.

"Poor little thing," he cooed, pinching your nipple. "Leaking all over your dress."

His lips were more insistent than Dean's on your nipples, as if he knew too well what he was doing - and he did.

"Your milk is so sweet," he moved a big hand to your breast, squeezing it. "Perfect for pups."

You moved your hips like a needy slut, grinding down on his cock, feeling him so hard under you that you just had to have him inside you.

"Please, Alpha," you begged.

"You want me to fuck you?" he pushed his hand up your thigh. "Right in front of your Alpha?"

You whined, embarrassed, and he pushed his fingers into your hair, pulling on it and biting your earlobe.

"You should be ashamed."

His words made you moaned and get even wetter.

"But it's not like Mr Winchester there doesn't care, right?" he called, looking behind you, probably at Dean. "He's humping my Omega like a teen in rut. Her milk has made him so hard already. I bet he has a thick, heavy load to give her."

Castiel turned your head to your side, and you could see Dean and Castiel's Omega. Her gown was all wet, and you could see her thighs glistening.

"Go on, fuck her," Castiel commanded, and pressed his lips to your ear. "And you can watch."

His Omega unzipped your Alpha's pants, and you watched mesmerised as her small hand stroke his cock eagerly, with her leg over his hips.

You wondered why she didn't just get on all fours, but how would he suck her tits if she did?

"Pretty Omega," Castiel hummed, sucking your milk again, and you squirmed.

It was mesmerising, seeing Dean fucking that woman. Before Jess, you didn't even know you enjoyed seeing your husband fucking other Omegas, but since then... well, it just made you feel something else.

"You got the prettiest little tits," he pinched your nipple.

Your eyes widened.

Little?

When you looked back at Castiel, he was smirking and moving to pull out his cock. When he did, your eyes widened.

He was big. Very big.

Dean was very thick. He stretched you fully, rubbed against your walls and filled you fully.

Sam was very long. His cock would brush against your cervix and bruise it.

But Castiel?

Castiel was both.

"Do you like it," be leant closer to you, biting your lower lip, focusing his eyes on yours. "Is it big enough for you?"

You didn't have time to answer, and Castiel raised you up, pressing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

"So slicky," he cooed. "You've been wet for so long, hadn't you? Could see your pretty cheeks going red when you came to my office, your thighs pressing together as I spoke to you..."

You cried out, gripping his shoulders and crying in pleasure, teary eyed as he stretched you.

"Take it," he spoke into your ear. "It's your nature. It's what you're made for, taking cock."

You moaned, squirming. Fuck, he was so big. He was stretching you so much.

Castiel bit over your mating gland, not enough to mark but makign you moan and squirm, sensitive and hungry.

"God," you threw your head back.

He sucked on it, and your eyes nearly crossed.

"Little breeder," he cooed you. "I'm sure your Alphas will keep you full of cum, bred and bred until you can't take it anymore."

You moaned.

"You're lucky we are business partners now," he moved his finger to your cunt, rubbing your clit hard. "I would offer a pretty price to take you back with me."

You closed your eyes, hating how much that made you leak and flutter around his cock.

Castiel, though, noticed it clearly.

"You like that?" he rubbed you harder. "Of course you do."

He moved under you, making you bounce on his cock.

"Such a pathetic Omega," he grunted. "Stupid cock hungry little whore."

You moaned, embarrassed.

Fuck, you shouldn't like that as much as you did.

"Alpha," the other Omega moaned.

You looked over her. Dean was fucking her deep, now, holding her spread, lying on the floor, with her legs as up as they could go.

Fuck, he loved to fuck you like that before you got pregnant.

Castiel chuckled.

"Is he good?"

His Omega just moaned, speechless.

"She gets so dumb with a cock in her," he pinched your clit, and you yelped. "Being fucked gets her brain all silly."

He sucked on your gland, and you closed your eyes, nearly going just as silly as her.

"That's how I like my Omegas," he licked your gland. "All cock-drunk, with their pretty little brains dripping and dripping and dripping from their cunts."

You moaned, grinding down on him, already so close to the edge you could taste it already.

"And their tits leaking so much," he moved down, sucking on your tits again.

You tried bouncing on his dick, trying to get his knot inside you.

"Please," you whined. "Please, Alpha."

"You wanna cum, Omega?" he pressed his fingers harder. "And on a stranger Alpha's cock... you're such a slut."

You whined, squirming.

"Yes," you arched your body to him. "Please."

"Say it," he commanded. "Fully. Every word."

You moaned more, legs trembling.

"Please, I want to cum," you begged. "I need to cum. Please, please."

But he wasn't satisfied, biting down on your nipple.

"And who do you want to make you cum?" he asked.

"You," you cried. "I want you to make me cum. Please, make me cum, Castiel, please."

"Cum for me, then," he commanded.

You did, crying out, and he continued to fuck you as you went lightheaded.

Your brain was exploding with little fireworks as he continued to play with you, kissing and sucking your tits, and all you could do was let yourself be used by him,

All you felt was a new orgasm before your vision went black.

You yawned as you woke up, all snuggled up with Dean around you.

"Alpha," you called, feeling your throat a little sore.

You looked around, and he pushed a little bit of water to your lips.

You two were in the fancy break room, laying down together.

How you'd gotten there, you didn't quite know.

"You passed out a while ago," he caressed your face. "You got a little overwhelmed. And dehydrated."

Worry filled you quickly as you rushed to touch your belly, and your husband did the same.

"Don't worry, Castiel had some medical equipment," he told you. "The baby... she is perfectly fine."

You didn't quite catch his words, looking at yourself, and finding your hips bruised with handprints.

Oh. That was intense, wasn't it?

Your husband cleared his throat and you looked up at his face.

"I think that after today we can't quite call her Cassiopeia," he told you. "It would be weird to call our baby Cassie."

"Well, yeah," you agreed, looking at him. "I mean, we can't name our baby a name..."

You stopped after a minute, shocked.

"You agree with me," you looked at him. "You called her a she."

Dean chuckled.

"I might have... a hunch?" he asked, blushing. "Well, Castiel was checking and... you know. You were right."

You frowned.

"What? And how did he know?"

He shrugged.

"He's a doctor," your husband told you. "Most of his brothers are, actually. So he knows how to read an ultrasound."

You blinked, confused.

"Why would he have an ultrasound machine?"

Dean shrugged.

"He needs to care for the girls," he reminded you. "Ultrasound machines are used for a lot of things. Heart exams, thyroid exams and breast exams."

Oh, now that made sense.

You squealed anyway, excited with the news.

"She's a girl!" you celebrated. "Oh, Dean. What are we going to name her?!"

He chuckled, squeezing you.

"We can think about it later, honey," he reminded you. "We should head back on the road."

You pouted a little.

"Maybe," you moved your hand to his face, caressing his cheek and chin. "Or maybe... we could stay with Sammy and Jess for a while."

Your husband thought a bit.

"Well... they would love to hear the news," he caressed your hair. "And we could use some extra days off."

You squealed, excited!

Yes!

You two stood up together, and you found your dress folded on a chair, but Dean stopped you before you put it on.

"Cas got you something to wear on the way back," he told you before you could pick it up. "Your clothes are all wet, baby."

Your cheeks flushed a little. You had leaked all over everything.

But that wasn't the most embarrassing, no.

When Dean gave you what Cas had gotten you... it was a gown.

The gowns the Omegas wore around the farm.

You put it on anyway, and it was very comfortable, like clouds on your skin. But not very discreet at all, was it?

After all, it was made for easy access.

"Well, that's... sheer," Dean spoke slowly.

You looked down at yourself, and your nipples were showing through the white fabric.

He picked his leather jacket up and gave it to you, helping you put it on and zipping it halfway.

"There. Now you look more like Chuck's bride and less like you are trying to seduce people.'

You laughed as he put on his shirt again, guiding you out, and Castiel was waiting at the end of the corridor with a paper bag in his hands.

"Hello again," he smiled, offering it to you. "I got you a little something to fill you up."

You took it, a little embarrassed, and you were surprised to find a bottle of red juice, a bottle of water and big sandwich.

"It's enough to keep you up until you two stop to have an actual meal," he told you. "And I'm sure you have more water in the car."

"We are actually planning to stop back near Stanford," Dean told him. "Stay a while."

“Oh,” he sounded surprised, looking at you two. “You are in college?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But my other Alpha and our Omega do.”

He smiled largely, looking excited.

“That’s great!” he exclaimed. “I look forward to meeting them. I’m sure your pack is beautiful and will be very happy to know you two decided to stay.”

You smirked, already knowing what Castiel was thinking.

Naughty Alpha, already thinking of fucking another one of your pack's Omegas.

But... she might like him, yes.

"We'll stay in contact," Dean told him, looking just as smug, and you knew he had caught that too. "I'm sure they'll love to visit the farm once it is functioning fully."

"Of course," he agreed with a cheeky smile. "And if you ever need a personal tour again, you have my contact."

You pressed your thighs together. Oh, it would certainly be... interesting.

He led you two outside and stopped beside your card, and you smiled at him, putting yourself on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

"Goodbye."

Castiel chuckled.

"Naughty little Omega," he squeezed your waist.

You giggled, stepping back and getting into the car.

Maybe you were, sure.

But you loved it.

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me-and-my-3lovers · 6 months ago

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I'm weird and here's my masterlist

I write, sometimes, not always

Misha Collins and characters

A bond Never Meant to Be

Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader

What happens when you are trapped in a room, ready to be tortured by your boyfriend’s evil doppelgänger?

Forget Me, Please

Superpowered!Misha x Superpowered!Reader

A blurb I wanted to turn into a fic but didn't know where to go

At the flip of a coin

Harvey Dent x reader

Harvey comes to you after becoming two-face

Jensen Ackles and characters

A Helping Hand

Human! Jensen Ackles x Alpha! Male Reader Smut!

When a slip-up in a drinking game changes your life years later.

#misha collins #jensen ackles #misha collins x reader #supernatural #cw gotham knights #x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #castiel #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #castiel x you #omegaverse #omega reader

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julesthequirky · 6 years ago

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No Alpha of Mine Masterlist

Summary: You’re saved from your fathers compound by Sam and Dean. They’re both Alpha’s and so if their angel friend, with whom you become close to. You’re an Omega and Castiel’s betrayal cuts deep within you, he reveals you’re his Omega. You hate him, but how long can you keep denying the truth to everyone and especially yourself?

Warnings: SMUT, knotting, omega heat, alpha rut, language, angst

A/N: Story is in first person. Feedback is GOLD! If you like it, reblog it! Don’t be afraid to leave a comment!

Work is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

#No Alpha of Mine #NAoM #Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader #alpha beta omega #Alpha!Castiel #alpha #Omega!Reader #omega #beta #spn fanfic #spn au #omegaverse au #castiel smut #castiel x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural reader insert

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Wrapped

Summary: You and Sam prepare for Christmas.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Christmas fluff, a/b/o, pregnant omega, domestic Sam, a little banter with Dean

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Omega Pregnancy

Square 8 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Decorating

Square 10 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Fluff

Words: 800+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town.”

You sing along as you check the temperature of your melted chocolate using your brand-new thermometer. “Perfect.”

“Baby girl, where did you put the book about demonic possession?” Sam yells from the hallways. “Y/N, I need the book.”

“I put it back on the shelf. Where it belongs, Samuel,” you teasingly use his full name. “It’s Christmas and I won’t have you and Dean drop things all over the bunker.”

“What did you say?” Sam steps inside the kitchen. He furrows his brows in a silent question as you try to focus on making more chocolate candy. “What are you doing?”

Suddenly the book is long forgotten and Sam makes his way toward the kitchen island.

“Chocolate candy,” you huff. “I told you and Dean to stay out of the kitchen for two more hours.”

“Chocolate candy,” he hums while moving behind you to look over your shoulder. Sam wraps his arms around your waistline and rests his chin on your left shoulder. “Looks good.”

“I thought Dean has a sweet tooth,” you chuckle.

“I got a thing for sweet things too, omega,” Sam purrs in your ear. “Especially the ones wearing my mark. Can I help you?”

“You can help me wrap the gifts later. I still need to decorate the library too,” you softly say.

“I meant the chocolate candy,” your alpha nips at your earlobe. “Do you need a hand? I’m helpful. You know that.”

“You are not helpful, Sam,” he grumbles at your words. “You are a distraction, alpha. If you are so close, I can’t focus on the chocolate candy. Let me finish this and we can wrap the gifts together.”

“No…no,” Sam says; all too eager to help you. “I can wrap the gifts alone. You can finish the chocolate candy. Dean is out for the last grocery run before the holidays. I just hope he brings more than pie and beer.”

“I made a list, Sam,” you coo. “Dean will bring all the things we need to have a nice holiday. And beer.”

Sam chuckles. “Do not forget the pie.”

“I’ll make him a homemade pie for Christmas. You know that.”

“Hmmm…” Sam nods. Any other alpha would be jealous if their omega dared to make food for another alpha. “I hope he’ll make it up to you, baby girl.”

“He’ll babysit our pups,” you run your hand over your grown belly. “He’s excited to become an uncle. Dean was a big help when we decorated the nursery and I want to give a little love back.”

“But only a little love,” Sam purrs in your ear. “The rest belongs to me, and our pups.” A deep rumble emits from Sam’s chest, and you know, he’s a little possessive today. “Right?”

“All my love belongs to you and our pups. Dean just gets a little love too. He’s like a grumpy big brother to me. Dean is family to me.”

“I know,” Sam pecks your hair. “I’ll get the decoration and start wrapping the gifts. Holler if you need me, omega. I’ll be there.”

“Y/N. Baby girl!!” Sam desperately calls for help. “I need your help.”

“What happened?” you waddle inside the library only to see Sam fight with the Christmas wrapping paper. He grunts and curses as he tries to wrap one of the many gifts you bought for Dean, Jack, Castiel, and your friends.

“Sam? Sammy? Alpha,” his head snaps toward you and he huffs. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know how to wrap a gift,” he grumbles. Sam hates to admit he’s bad at something.

“Aw, baby,” you smile softly, “that’s alright. You are good at so many other things. Let me help you.”

“Uh-I decorated the library,” he looks around the library, frowning as it’s still a mess. “Or...I tried.”

“That you did,” you stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “How about I lend you a hand and we can decorate the rest of the bunker.”

“Guys, I’m back home,” Sam huffs as his brother walks into the library, two paper bags in his arms. “Whoa, what happened here?” Dean smirks as the library is a mess.

Decorations lie plastered all over the place. There is a broken snowman on one of the shelves. Sam even managed to put one of the Christmas stockings high up on one of the shelves no one but him can reach.

“Sam decorated the library, and we want to wrap the gifts. Do not try to peek at the gifts, Winchester. You’ll not see your gift before Christmas,” you point a finger at Dean. “Put the groceries in the kitchen. You can help us decorate later.”

“I won’t let you see the gifts I bought for you neither,” Dean pouts. “I already wrapped them.”

“Let me guess,” Sam smirks. “You used newspapers to wrap the gifts.”

“No,” his brother snarls. “I stole some of Y/N’s Christmas wrapping paper. The nicer one. You know, the one with candy canes. Dean proudly puffs his chest. “Top that bitch!”

“I will, jerk!”

And this is how the yearly gift-wrapping competition between Sam and Dean started…

Tags in reblog.

#spnchristmasbingo #Sam Winchester #anyfandomgoesbingo #alpha!sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #alpha!sam x omegareader #sam winchester x y/n #a/b/o

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 3 months ago

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WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel

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useless-fanfictions · 2 years ago

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Arranged Marriage PART TWO | Destiel A/B/O AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel Fandom: Supernatural (2005) Rating: explicit Tags: Omegaverse, A/B/O, dubious consent to full consent, heat/rut, explicit sexual content 9148 words | 2/2 chapters | completed Ao3 Link

Summary: Alpha and soon-to-be king Dean Winchester has to step up and marry an omega from another kingdom to unite the two. Dean is upset about his bachelor life ending until he gets the chance to talk to the omega Castiel. Or, the one where Dean is a stubborn alpha who loves drowning in good sex. Until he alphas up and accepts his responsibilities.

A/N: This is the second part. First part here.

Castiel was nervous, Dean could tell by the way his hands shook when he took the glass bowl of a bluish-greenish colored sand. Dean had a bowl with red sand.

They stood in front of all of Lawrence. Dean’s stomach was in knots and he hadn’t been able to eat this morning, so maybe he was nervous as well. He knew it wasn’t because of the crowds, but because of the act he was completing.

“The blue sand represents loyalty, forgiveness, and obedience. Everything an omega is,” the pastor says. He’s the oldest of the kingdom; he was around when Dean’s grandfather ruled. And per tradition, the oldest in the kingdom marries the heirs. “It is a symbol of the omega Castiel Novak.”

Castiel looks at Dean and the alpha tries to smile at the nervous omega, he really does, but he’s pretty sure it just looks like a grimace.

Despite the long talk the night before, Castiel still seemed reluctant to be here. When Sam had come to get him, Dean thought things would be okay. He thought they’d talked enough and had an arrangement to ignore their wedding; to pretend it never happened.

Then he’d walked out onto the courtyard steps, dressed in flowing robes and a freshly shined chest plate, his hair combed and styled by Sam himself, - who stood behind him as a reminder that things would work out - his omega look ready to tuck tail and run.

Castiel had been waiting - another symbol of the proper omega - waiting for their alpha to come to them; he looked like he was going to be sick. Was that from stage fright? Or did he really, really not want to marry Dean? Which, okay, understandable, marrying someone a lot older than you could probably be a little weird, Dean sympathized.

“And the red sand,” the pastor continues, “represent strength, protectiveness, and bravery. Everything an alpha must be to keep their omega and kingdom at peace.”

Dean noticed Castiel’s fingers slipping on the glass bowl because his hands must have been clammy. Dean thought he was going to drop the bowl, but at the last second, he readjusted his grip on the slick glass.

The alpha wanted to comfort his soon-to-be omega, to erase his unease, but Castiel had looked away and now refused to look at him.

“And now, the sands will be mixed together and symbolize unity within the Kingdom of Lawrence, and the Northern Territories. These two heirs will pour their sand into this bowl together-” he gestured to the larger, sculptured bowl on the table behind him “-and the two Kings will come together and welcome the two heirs together.”

A normal marriage wouldn’t take all of this, but they were unifying two kingdoms. The big ceremony had taken a while to plan because they had to match it to fit the unity of the two kingdoms and to match each King’s wish. They must have decided something after dinner the previous night because as Dean had left to go to his room, he’d seen the other king meeting his father. Whatever, Dean thought quietly. He was more worried about Castiel than the ceremony.

Castiel and Dean turned towards the table, the pastor moved away for a moment. Behind them, King John and King Chuck stepped forward. As their sons poured the sand into the bowl together, the kings shook each other’s hands. The kingdoms were almost unified, all that was left was Dean and Castiel’s unification.

For a heartbeat or two, Castiel was close enough that Dean could feel him shaking. Their arms pressed against each other as the sand tumbled together in the crystal bowl.

“You okay?” Dean whispered. He could no longer wait to comfort his omega after the ceremony. He had to make sure that Castiel was into this all of the way; because, even though it meant sparking a war between the two territories, he’d call the wedding off right now if it meant giving into the omega.

Dean’s not sure when or why he started thinking so highly of the boy, but he wished Castiel felt the same way towards him.

“I’m good. Nervous,” was all he said before placing the now empty bowl on the table beside the larger one and turned away once more; Dean did the same.

The pastor stepped back into place and the two kings stood off to their respective sides once more. They had already said their vows; Castiel’s had sounded strained and rehearsed to Dean’s ears. So now all that was left was-

“Do you, Castiel Novak, Prince Omega of the Northern Territories, take Dean Winchester, Prince Alpha of Lawrence to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Did he flinch at the word husband like it was some dirty title? Dean thought he did. Maybe not.

A long pause - he finally meant Dean’s eyes. Dean didn’t smile back, couldn’t because for a long moment he thought the omega was going to say no. That he was going to back off and ruin everything. But hadn’t Dean been willing to do the same for him only a few moments ago?

“I do.” He said standing up straighter. There were some cheers amongst the crowds.

Dean smiled, small and shy, but he smiled.

“Do you, Dean Winchester, Prince Alpha of Lawrence, take Castiel Novak, Prince Omega of the Northern Territories, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Dean hasn’t looked away from Castiel’s eyes, but the omega hasn’t look away either.

Long silence. Was Dean supposed to do something? He can’t remember, Castiel’s gaze was captivating. The omega’s smile widened a fraction as if he knew what he was doing.

It was Sam to the rescue again , the beta thought sarcastically as he kicked the back of Dean’s leg, careful not to get his slacks dirty. Dean’s leg buckled a little, but not enough for others to notice all that much.

“I- uh. Yeah, I do.” Dean stammered.

He could physically feel John’s glare on the back of his neck. His scent drifted into Dean’s nose, low and dull like everyone else’s, but he was pissed. Dean didn’t care, because his omega laughed; only quietly and one breath, but Dean heard it. He had been wrong, Castiel wanted this, he was sure of it.

Both of their smiles were wiped away when the pastor said, “Now you may kiss the omega.”

They didn’t talk about this before, how would Castiel react? Had the young omega forgotten about this part of the ceremony? From the uneasy way he looked away, at anything besides Dean, the answer was yes.

Dean took a step forward, Castiel leaned back slightly. Dean noticed, but he was sure no one else did.

“It’ll be okay, remember what I said last night?” Dean whispered as he continued to lean in with his hands coming up to cup Castiel’s jaw. The omega was shaking again, his scent was erratic and for a moment Dean couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

“I know, Dean. But-” Dean interrupted him by pressing his lips to the omega’s.

Castiel was shaking a lot now, a low whine rimpled from the back of his throat. Dean jerked back and started to pull away partly because of the sound and partly because a simple kiss is all they needed, but Castiel’s hands, which had been resting on Dean’s chest, gripped the edges of the chest plate and pulled him in again.

The omega’s lips were wet enough for Dean to wonder when he had licked his lips because they were only separated for a short time period. A low moan rumbled from the smaller man. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s shoulders. Their lips met over and over again.

“Dude,” Sam said, and Dean could hear the slight alarm in his voice, but he didn’t care, his omega was in his arms and warm against him, and-

Castiel jerked back this time. John had shushed Sam. Dean met his omega’s eyes, the pupils large and the slight color around them glowing blue lowly.

Dean realized something wasn’t right then, he looked around, stepped back and suddenly John was there. “Okay, the bedroom in the west wing is made up for you two.” He leaned closer to Dean, so only his son could hear, “Go treat your husband, Dean.”

At the same time, Castiel was spitting at John, “What did you do to us?”

Dean’s head hurt; he was spinning. Castiel scent was getting better and better as each moment passed. Dean leaned forward - helpless to do anything else - his nose running along Castiel’s jaw, scenting him. Castiel’s hands squeezed the metal of the chest plate, fingernails scraping Dean’s sides through the fabric, sending alluring shivers up his spine.

People have started to surround them now, away from the crowd, ushering them inside the big double doors that opened. “It’s the ceremony,” John responded. Did he sound angry? Dean couldn’t tell. All of his senses were focused on his omega, his husband . Dean’s cock stirred in his pants.

“Dean, are you in rut?” Sam’s voice farther behind him. Dean looked over Castiel’s head and they were inside the castle. Down a small hallway was their bedroom, King John and King Chuck were still urging their sons to keep moving and slowly they were. The two kings were careful to not touch them.

Dean snapped back, out of the haze. He stood up straight and yeah, he was going into rut- but he wasn’t supposed to for at least four more weeks.

“Yes,” Castiel’s father called from somewhere to his left. “And Castiel is going into heat.”

“The ceremony pushes you into heat and rut so that there could be a new heir created, and…”

Dean stopped listening because Castiel pressed himself back into Dean’s chest, the omega’s hands mapping out Dean’s sides, shoulders, and then his neck, pulling the alpha’s mouth back to his.

Castiel was going into heat. No, this isn’t what was suppose to happen- Then he remembered what John had said. A fresh heir. An heir? Like he and Castiel had to get pregnant tonight?

“Deeean,” he mouthed by the alpha's ear. Dean forgot about everything once more, his tongue coming to taste Castiel’s neck. The omega’s new scent exploded onto his tongue, he went back for another taste. It was sweeter now and very much addicting.

The two kings were quick to get the guards to close the large doors behind them. The newlywed’s scents were strengthening with their arousal and they had to get to their bedroom now.

Dean’s hands moved lower, gripping the omega’s hips, enjoying the way the bodice he was wearing hugged his frame well. Castiel’s right hand was tugging on Dean’s hair and his left and gripping the edge of the chest plate again when they finally made it to the bedroom. Their lips tangled together and their breathing sped up.

The door slammed behind them, Dean heard the lock slide into place but couldn’t register it over the need to mate his omega. Mate. Mate. Claim. Claim. It rang like a bell in the back of his head, and the only thing he could think of other than that is how well Castiel fit in between his hands and pressed against his front.

They made it to the bed before Castiel pulled away with a gasp this time, and he stepped away completely. Dean snapped back to his senses as well; how did they get here? Had they really walked all the way from the courtyard? How many people saw him tongue-fucking his omega like a sex-crazed alpha? He remembered what John said, heat and rut. Dean took gulping breaths through his mouth, trying not to smell Castiel, and instead tasting him in the air instead.

“Did you know this was going to happen!?” Castiel yelled at him, accusing him.

“No,” Dean breathed. Castiel stepped farther away, a look of pure hatred thrown Dean’s way.

“Liar!” Castiel accused. “You knew all along, and because you wanted to get your dick wet you didn’t-” he was so angry he couldn’t finish his sentence, Dean was hit with his scent again heat and hatred. Gods, he was so screwed. His dick jumped in his pants, the front of his pants bulging out.

Castiel started yelling again, “And so you said all of those things last night. How you wanted me to happy-” He groaned and his arms wrapped around his middle as if he was just punched in the gut. Cramps, Dean thinks, because he needs a knot, because he’s in heat and he doesn’t want Dean.

Dean stepped closer following Castiel around the bed. “I swear I didn’t know! Castiel-” he reached out, but before his hand made contact with his shoulder the omega was screaming again. How had he not alerted the guards Dean was sure were outside yet?

“No, don’t touch me!” He jumped onto the bed and crawled away. For a split moment, he was on all fours with his ass presented so sweetly for Dean, and the alpha’s mouth flooded with saliva. The omega’s yelling pulled him back out of it. “I knew from the moment I met you, that you’d be some jerk off of an alpha! God, I was so stupid! I can’t believe I fell for it!”

Dean tried chasing him again; the alpha was starting to cramp up now, his dick growing harder in his jeans from the omega’s heat scent. Castiel grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, which he easily dodged. The omega fell off the other side.

Dean froze when he heard Castiel sob.

“Castiel?” Dean tried. The omega didn’t respond.

Dean peered over the edge of the bed. The omega was on the floor, hugging himself tighter into a ball, sobs shaking him. Dean felt another shot pang through him, this one worry and concern, and it dulled the lust for the moment.

“Castiel?” Dean murmured. “Are you all right?”

“No,” he answered.

“We.. umm… don’t have to do… anything. If you don’t want to, I mean.” Dean struggled to say. It wasn’t that Dean was incapable of saying it - hell Dean himself didn’t want to do this if Castiel didn’t want to, the rut was all alpha.

Castiel hugged himself tighter. Dean crawled off the bed and was careful to breathe lightly as he sat beside the crying form on the ground. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

Castiel stopped moving. His breathing was fast, little pants; he was trying not to inhale Dean’s scent. For a long moment - Dean’s face scrunched up as his abdomen seized in a series of painful cramps, his cock achingly hard now - Castiel didn’t say anything. So Dean continued talking, “I am sorry. And I swear to you, I did not know this would happen.”

Castiel sobbed again, a groan torn from his lips. Dean didn’t know how bad an omega got during their heat, he’s never had to deal with one before - but Castiel was in pain, and he wanted to help him.

“Did you mean it?” Castiel’s voice, small and brittle.

“What?” Dean asks, all attention on Castiel. The omega sat up. Dean tried to hold his breath against the onslaught of his scent, but it hit him again and his head spun and he felt dizzy. Castiel’s nostrils flared because he was scenting Dean. The alpha pushed his chest out and sat up straighter, Castiel whined again but bit it off before Dean could hear it completely.

“Gods, you smell good,” Castiel moaned. His lips were kiss-swollen and his eyes shone and his fucking scent was driving Dean insane. All the alpha in him wanted to pull his dick out - which was scrunched uncomfortably in his pants because of the way he is crouched - and just get off . If he could get off then he’d be able to think.

“Yeah?” Dean asked gently, Castiel leaned forward to get another hit of his husband’s scent, the omega’s nose was turned up towards Dean’s neck where their smell was the strongest. Dean noticed and turned his chin to the side, never taking his eyes off the omega, and let him smell as much as he pleased.

“Huh?” Castiel swayed back and forth. He looked up at Dean with lidded eyes and huge pupils.

“Castiel!” Dean said sternly; the omega straightened up quickly, looking at Dean with alarm.

The omega tried to stand up, wobbled on coltish legs, and fell again. Dean had to turn away and hold his breath, his abdomen and thighs tense as his cock twitch, the tent in his pants becoming obscene. Dean could feel his knot, which was still small but filling with every huge whiff of his omega.

“I c-can’t. Umm… your scent and this damn heat.” Castiel’s arms wrapped around his middle again.

Dean watched his omega in pain. He couldn’t do anything because the guy didn’t want him to touch his body. “Gods, this sucks. I never wanted this, just believe me there.”

“You didn’t want this? You don’t want to tie with me?” The omega ducked his head and peered through his lashes. Dean’s cock twitched when the omega looked down at this crotch as if to show that he was very interested.

Dean groaned, “Yes. I want to tie with you, you have no idea. I mean last night, I didn’t know this was going to happen and I didn’t want to then.”

“And now?”

“Okay, umm... And now? Ahh, this damn rut.” He had to pause and grab his crotch, his dick was leaking in his pants, his knot filling up now. His underwear was a complete mess of precome, his dick was leaking steadily, he knew it was a fucking mess. Castiel watched as his hand squeezed himself. “Now, I can’t even- I can’t smell you without my knot-”

“Is it filling up?” Castiel no longer looked embarrassed. He took a deep breath, “Oh, it is,” he moaned. “I can smell it.”

Dean’s knees hit the ground as he squeezed his cock, he could no longer hold his weight on his heels, but the jerk forward threw him forward and now he was inches from Castiel’s neck.

Dean watched as Castiel licked his lips, still staring at Dean’s hand wrapped around the bulge in his pants. Dean moaned at that, and when the omega looked up at him, finally realizing how close they were, he grinned. Dean couldn’t handle the look; his omega was so damn attractive.

Dean moved his chin up to press their mouths together. The omega sat up and pushed against him, a solid, warm body against the alpha’s chest. He felt Castiel’s hands, one wrapped around the back of his neck, nails digging into his flesh, leaving little crescent imprints in his skin, and the other one had wedged itself up under the chest plate that Dean still had on and was scratching at his chest. One of Castiel’s nails scrapped over Dean’s left nipple and the alpha bucked forward and their crotches rubbed together and created the perfect friction.

“Dean, Dean… ahhh!” The omega moaned when Dean rutted against him a few more times. Castiel wrenched himself away from the rut-crazed alpha.

Dean was at a loss when there was no omega against him but he got a mouthful of non-omega saturated air and he came to his senses but his right hand found its way back to his aching dick, cupping the bulge. Castiel swore when he saw it.

“Fuck,” Dean moaned. The sound of curses falling off Castiel’s lips looked delicious.

“I believe you,” Castiel said, still looking at Dean’s crotch. “I do, but… I thought we’d have some time before we’d have to… to… umm..”

“Mate?” Dean offered.

“Yeah. But right now… I really want you to fill me up,” his voice was pure sex. Of fuck, that sounded like begging. Dean’s dick really liked that.

Dean straightened up, walking backward on his knees until his back hit the double french doors that led to the balcony. “You can’t.. -fuck. You can’t say those kinds of things.” His hand came up behind him and he opened the doors, fresh air flooded the room and Dean turned to take in lungfuls.

It was like the sweetest water after days of thirst but also felt like the worst kind of deprivation. He stepped onto the stone balcony, the outside wall of it was tall enough that he was barely tall enough to see over the edge of it while he was kneeling.

“Dean,” Castiel whined. Dean grabbed the stone and squeezed. Dean heard his omega stand up.

“If you come out here… I can’t promise I’ll be able to .. stop.” Dean warned.

“I don’t want you to.”

There he was, Dean’s omega, standing in the doorway looking like they’ve already gone at it. His hair was ruffled, his eyes shone brightly with lust, and his bodice had been loosened to where it looked like it hung of his shoulders and waist. Oh fuck, he was taking it off, exposing the lighter undershirt and tight dress pants underneath.

“Alpha,” Castiel moaned. Dean’s nails stung as they dug into the unforgivable concrete.

“Please tell me it's you talking and not the heat,” Dean put his other hand up when Castiel stepped closer. The balcony was only so big. Dean started smelling Castiel’s scent again, he shivered at the sweetness of it.

“I figured that we would have to deal with this some way,” the omega started. “I mean, why should we sit here and wait for it to go away - if it does on its own - when we can deal with it ourselves.”

“Yes, I understand that, but…” Dean trailed off. He couldn’t think of why he was stopping it. The omega saw his indecisiveness and walked into his hand until it was pressing into his lower stomach.

“Are you sure?” Dean gasped. His dick jumped in his pants again, as if to tell Dean to let him out to play. His fingers gripped the omega roughly and the other boy moaned.

“Yes, I am sure I want this if you want this.” Castiel kept coming closer and looked down at Dean. The alpha had to admit to himself that it was hot, having to look up at his omega. Oh fuck, Castiel was bending over to lean down and whisper in his alpha’s ear.

“You have no idea how ready I am, Dean.” His name sounded like sin on Castiel’s lips.

“I’m about to have an idea,” Dean kissed his omega. Castiel’s knees caved, but Dean caught him by the thighs before he could hit the ground. The alpha felt the rush of adrenaline and lust rush through him as he guided Castiel’s legs to wrap around his hips and stood up. The omega’s arms immediately came around Dean’s neck and he held his alpha’s mouth to his as he was carried back into their bedroom.

The alpha rutted against his omega once before they fell onto the mattress. Dean pulled away and licked one long strip from the side of Castiel’s shoulder, nuzzling under his shirt collar, over along his collarbone and up his neck that earned him a stream of whimpered profanities from the omega. When he pulled away he looked up at Castiel with dark-lidded eyes and growled “Mine,” then licked the spot he had just sucked.

Castiel threw his head back and howled with pleasure, and the sound caused Dean’s hips to push forward again, but this time he put pressed lower and ground his knot against the boy underneath him.

“You need to get this off,” Castiel groaned and tugged on the chest plate Dean was still wearing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean mumbled as he fumbled with the clips on either side of his waist. After a moment, Castiel helped and they got the offending chunk of metal off.

The omega didn’t stop there, however. He rid Dean of his shirt and pause to admire for only a short amount of time before he started working on the alpha’s belt as well. Whilst his husband attempted to rid him of clothes, Dean tried pulling off his omega’s clothes as well.

Soon the robes were gone, and Dean pushed Castiel up far enough on the bed that he could lay over him. Dean looked down at his husband and saw the burning need in his eyes, he fucking smelled it on him. The green-eyed alpha bent down and licked up the other’s neck again, Dean knew very well that he would never get enough of his omega’s scent.

“I’m so ready for you,” Castiel bit Dean’s ear and soothed it over with his tongue, which caused a full body shiver.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed it like a challenge.

“Feel for yourself,” Castiel mumbled and grabbed his hand and pressed it between his cheeks. And he was wet, he felt wet enough for Dean to be able to just slip right in.

Dean cursed. Castiel laughed and it was all breathy and moans and Dean loved it right away. Castiel’s hand let go of Dean’s and grabbed his dick instead, which caused Dean to rut forward and in his hand. He was leaking enough precome to slick up the tunnel his hand made, Dean rocked forward a few times.

“Do it,” Castiel said.

“Yes?”

“Ye ah, ” Castiel broke off with a moan when Dean pressed the blunt head of his dick to his rim.

Fuck, Dean thought. He really was ready. Dean hadn’t been with a lot of male omegas before, but the ones he did had needed prep before. But then again, Dean has never been with an omega in heat before.

Dean pushed in slowly, Castiel’s legs came up around his alpha’s hips.

“Just fucking do it!” Castiel whined loudly.

Dean gave a huff of laughter but pushed in. Castiel took in a sharp breath and their eyes locked as Dean stopped and waited. Castiel took a few moments but then nodded for Dean to continue so he did slowly. It was an exercise in self-control for Dean. Castiel felt so amazingly tight and hot and he just wanted to pull out and slam back in over and over but he knew he needed to go slow. When he was finally was fully sheathed inside the omega he leaned down and kissed his mate.

“Dean,” Castiel moaned long and loudly.

“Castiel…Cas…oh Gods, you feel so good.” Dean hung his head and lapped at the omega’s neck again. He pulled his lips back and nipped at the skin there teasingly.

“Yes, yes!” Castiel’s hands clawing up and down his back. And fuck- Dean couldn’t believe what he was asking for. His bite meant a lot, and if he did it.. Dean pressed farther into the omega at the thought of claiming him as a permanent mate.

“Move Dean, I need you to start moving.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out and thrust back in gently. Dean watched Castiel’s face carefully as he did it again looking for any signs of pain. There wasn’t any, just a long moan of pleasure and that snapped his alpha to the forefront. Dean thrust in and ground against him, rubbing his knot against the omega’s rim and Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he arched up.

“Oh fuck Dean, oh fuck, do that again.” Castiel panted. Dean obliged and again the omega cried out. He hit that spot again and again and Castiel was such a mess underneath him and it was beautiful. His head was tilted back, his neck outstretched and his body was flushed pink and beading with sweat. He wanted to lick and suck and bite every inch of Castiel’s skin but he would settle for what he could reach right now. Castiel moaned as Dean worked his way around the omega’s shoulders and up his neck.

“Dean, oh Dean,” Castiel breathed. This wasn’t going to last much longer Dean could feel his body starting to seize up.

“Are you close?” Dean grunted. The omega moaned and nodded aggressively. Dean sped up and pulled Castiel’s thighs up higher on his waist and kept driving in over and over. The omega underneath him spasmed; his back bent nearly in half because he was arched so hard and his neck was all tension and he pressed his head farther in the pillow beneath him.

“Do it! Do it, please!” The omega screamed. “Bite me! Please!”

Dean leaned down again and scraped his teeth against the white column of flesh but didn’t bite down. Yes, he was an alpha, but he wasn’t an animal and he did have self control, and he wouldn’t bite the omega and claim him like that until they talked about it more. They were only satisfying the rut and heat for now. Later though, Dean promised himself, he would have the creamy neck in between his teeth.

“Deeeeaaann,” Castiel moaned his name loudly and he clenched down on the dick shoved so far up his ass he was seeing stars. Dean panted and shoved in harder as lines of white, liquidy, omega come shot between their stomachs.

And that was it, Dean dropped his hips and his knot swelled up as much as it would, locking them together. Dean’s dick twitched hard once before he was spraying his own fertile come inside of his omega. Dean’s alpha roared inside of him because he was possibly creating an heir right this moment and he was high off it.

Castiel whimpered and clenched around him again like he was milking Dean for all he’s got. Dean rests his weight on his arms, careful not the crush the boy beneath him, and kissed Castiel gently.

“You didn’t bite me,” Castiel accused softly when they pulled away.

“No,” Dean shook his head. His arms were wearing out from holding himself up from the work out they just completed. Their desperation was going away now, both of their bodies satisfied.

“Thank you,” Cas whispered. Dean rolled them over onto their sides and tucked the omega to his chest. Castiel’s left hand rubbed circles in Dean’s side, Dean hummed pleasantly.

“We can do this, y’know.”

“Do you think so?” Dean asked. Castiel nuzzled closer and his breathing evened out. He fell asleep before he could answer, Dean smiled as he pet the omega’s head and hair out of his face. His eyes were closed and Dean felt his hot breath on his neck.

The alpha had to admit, as far as husbands go, Dean’s wasn’t all that bad.

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