#alpha!sam fic

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.38

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Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: It’s my birthday!!

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics.

Bamby

“Yeah. You probably missed something, that's what.”

“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?”

“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy.”

You were sitting in the back of Baby, as usual, listening to the brothers bicker, as usual.

Sam was getting frustrated at his brother. “Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what.”

“Well maybe he's going to meet us there.” Dean still wasn’t giving up on their father.

Sam scoffed, “Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.”

“You're a real smart ass you know that?”

“He’s not wrong,” you mumbled to yourself.

Dean looked up, catching your eye in the mirror. He didn’t comment, but you knew he heard you, and by the way Sam shifted ever so slightly, you knew he heard as well. Both brothers had an idea of where you stood with John- Sam more than Dean- and neither was willing to comment on it. At least not yet, and not in front of the other.

“Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing,” Dean insisted, getting back to the topic at hand.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, not sounding convinced. “What makes you so sure?”

“Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.”

“No it doesn't.”

“It totally does,” Dean insisted.

…

Leaning against Baby with Sam as Dean went to get some coffees, you watched the playground on the park you’d stopped next to. You were frowning, watching the scene in front of you, feeling uneasy.

There was only one child in sight, and she was barely playing.

Returning to you and Sam, Dean handed out the coffees he was carrying. “Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on.”

“Dean you got the time?” Sam asked, a curious frown furrowing his brows.

You looked up at him and noticed he was watching the park as well. It seemed you weren’t the only one who had noticed the peculiar scene.

“Ten after four,” Dean answered. “Why?”

“Look at the park,” you started. Dean came over to stand next to you and turned to the playground. “Where are all the kids?”

He grew just as curious as you and his brother. “School's out isn't it?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now.”

Sighing, Dean handed his coffee over to Sam without a word. You watched, confused for a moment, before he started towards the woman watching the little girl. You could only assume she was her mother.

“We’ll be right back,” you told Sam absentmindedly as you hurried after Dean to walk with him.

The woman was half watching her daughter, half reading the newspaper. Her daughter was playing, but with no one to join her, she didn’t seem as enthused as you guessed she normally would have been. It was as if the trip to the park was bittersweet.

“Sure is quiet out here,” Dean started, drawing the attention of the mother.

She looked up from her newspaper, a little startled at first. You watched her smell the air, catching Dean’s Alpha scent. Before she could react, however, she caught wind of your Omega which had her visibly relax.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” she noted, looking genuine.

“Why's that?” Dean asked.

She shrugged. “You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing.”

Growing more concerned, you moved over to sit with her on the bench. “Kids? Are there a lot getting sick?”

“Just five or six but serious,” she started. “Hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching.”

As an Omega it was in your blood to be concerned about children. You’d always pictured having pups of your own, even if sometimes you knew it wasn’t a feasible thought with your lifestyle. Despite that, you always felt the need to care for and worry about kids. This news just didn’t sit right in your gut.

…

You offered the nurse a gentle smile as you set the basket of stuffed toys you’d brought to the hospital on the counter between the two of you. She paused, looking from you to the basket and then back.

“Can I help you?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “I heard about the children.”

One sniff and she knew you were an Omega, and that’s all it took.

Anyone who looked at you would see a concerned Omega, wanting nothing more than to help the families of the sick children. You weren’t pushing for information, or snooping around, you were simply concerned. It was in your nature to be so empathetic.

Smiling gently, she nodded. “The paediatric ward is down that hall, turn left and up the stairs.”

“Thank you.” Your smile had a hint of sadness to it as you gathered the basket and went to follow her directions.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back and spotted Sam and Dean walking into the hospital in their suits.

The plan was for you to talk to the families, while the brothers talked to the doctors. They were taking the roles as doctors from the CDC, which would get them access you wouldn’t normally have. It wasn’t common for a young Omega to have such a prestigious job.

Still, that didn’t mean you were without your own tools and skills.

…

Stepping towards one of the beds of the sick children, you placed a stuffed bear in the crook of the little girl’s arm. Looking down at her with sympathetic eyes, you felt your heart strings tug at the image of her laying there so still and pale.

“I’m so sorry about your daughters,” you started as you looked from one bed to the other before meeting the eyes of the girls’ father.

He was sitting by their beds, looking distraught and exhausted. He’d been here a few nights now, and with no sign of improvement or change, he was growing more and more fraught with each passing moment.

“That’s very kind of you.” He attempted a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Chewing on your lip, you moved over to the seat next to his and set the basket of toys- which was almost empty now- on the ground in front of you. With your hands now free, you reached out to take his gently.

He flinched at first, before your soothing Omega scent eased some of the tension in his body.

“I lost my family when I was young,” you started. “I may not have children, but I know what it feels like to feel helpless. I only wish you get a happier ending than I did.”

It was true. You did lose your family, your real family, when you were young. To be honest, you barely remembered them. With all the trauma and chaos that surrounded the events of your childhood, you couldn’t remember much of your life before monsters and Winchesters. But you still understood the pain of losing loved ones.

His hand squeezed yours. “Thank you.”

Offering a gentle smile once more, you began to pry ever so carefully, “Do you mind if I ask…?”

“How it happened?” he finished for you. “I don’t know. Mary, my oldest, she came down with it first. Then Bethany caught it the next night.”

“So suddenly?” you asked, trying not to show how shocked you were.

Diseases spread, you were aware, but they didn’t just put kids into comas so suddenly. He was suggesting there were no symptoms, no warnings, and now his daughters were 

When he nodded, you could see just how tired he was. You knew he’d been trying to wrap his head around the whole thing ever since his daughters had fallen ill. It was all he could do with himself as he waited for any sign of them waking up soon.

“The doctors are saying it's pneumonia. But it doesn’t make sense. They were fine. They were perfectly fine. They were healthy. They were happy.” Shaking his head, you looked from each bed, trying to wrap his head around it.

All you could think to do was to give his hand a squeeze, to try and ease his pain and offer any support you could.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you both look up. Sam and Dean were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you before their eyes fell onto the girls’ father.

“Sir, we’re from the CDC,” Sam started. “We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?”

When the father hesitated, you gave him a reassuring nod. “I’ll stay with your girls until you come back.”

Thankful that they wouldn’t be alone, he squeezed your hand gratefully before following the brothers out of the room, leaving you to watch his motionless girls as they lay soundlessly in their hospital beds.

…

The brothers had left you in the car while they went to Bethany and Mary’s house. The idea was that their father would be at the hospital for the foreseeable future, so they would snoop around. Normally you would go with them, but it had been your idea to stay behind this time.

If they got caught it meant you were no longer a player in the game either. At least if the father went home and found the brothers in his house, you could still go to the hospital and get some information.

Sam had been surprised at your thought process, and impressed. Dean was actually relieved, as if there was something particularly stressing him out with this case.

The passenger side door opened as Sam slid into the car, their excursion over with. “Have you heard of a shtriga?”

Your brows crinkled in confusion. “A what?”

Dean got into the car then, with a sigh. “Sammy and me found some stuff. We think it could be a shtriga.”

“Dean thinks it could be one,” Sam corrected.

“Well, whatever it is, we need to find a motel so we can do research,” you noted.

Nodding, agreeing with you, Dean turned Baby on and started down the road. Neither of you said much as he drove, but words didn’t need to be said. You could sense the tension in the air. Something was wrong with Dean.

Bamby

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PAIRING: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: 809

WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

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It had started out slow — gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and that’s exactly what had happened.

But it hadn’t stopped.

Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time they’d been able to make it work this good, but when they’d ended round one with even more lust and need in them, they’d just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms he’d set for work the night before.

He’s made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when he’d slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and she’d squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.

“Holy fuck—” she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, “Sam, please…”

“What?” He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, “too much?”

“No, no,” she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, “we made a mess already, don’t know how we could make it worse.”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she can’t hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.

Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when he’s loud, and he doesn’t hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.

He’s almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.

She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess they’d made between her legs, where there’s just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that he’s not going to be in rut for another month.

She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until she’s stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.

“Go harder,” she whimpers, “please—”

He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. “Y’sure?”

She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. “Yeah, I can take it.”

“Good girl.” He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.

“Fuck—” he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, “gonna come in you, baby, you want that?”

She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. “Yes…”

“That’s my girl.”

She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb that’s matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything he’s got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.

“I’m calling out today,” he whispers against the back of her neck, “I’m not done with you.”

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[sharky-teeth]

staring off into the distance while thinking of alpha dean finding out his beta little brother is actually an omega, when sam unexpectedly goes into heat (the suppressants he'd been using almost constantly ever since he presented stopped working after reuniting with his brother and spending too much time around him).

dean wants to freak out but he gotta make sure sam's somewhere safe asap. once they get to a motel, dean asks sam if there's anything he needs before he leaves (obviously dean's struggling with this decision, leaving sam to go through a heat alone, an omega, sam is an omega, what the hell; and it's his baby brother, jesus, what other choice does he have but leave?), and sam is getting to the point of being delirious, so he blurts out "your shirt, dean. anything that smells like you".

they don't need to say another word, they both know. dean hauls ass before he can do something unbrotherly.

[welldonebeca]

The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?"  Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

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[angelsberrymilk]

Alpha!Dean who's sooooo convinced he's going to fuck a pretty Omega when she tells him to stay the night at her place to thank him for getting rid of a vengeful spirit.

like obvs he follows her and gets surprised, like shocked that he only gets a kiss and she tells him that she wants to try something with him.

and he's like "uhhhh, okay." raised brow and all and a little bit suspicious.

and she proceeds to tell him abt how she read in a book that Omegas hundred of years back used to let Alphas sleep in their nest when they were back from war, quest or trip to provide comfort, it could be like platonic or romantic. it was like a way to tell the Alphas that they were home and safe. like some sort of Aroma Therapy.

and Dean doesn't know whether she's joking or not and gives her a look close to puppy eyes like "wait, so no pussy? 🥺" lmaooo

and she doesn't say anything and promises him that he smells like he needs it. he reeks of discomfort, of the leather from his car seat, sweat, dirt, blood you name it. and she's convinced that it's the best way to thank him cuz he needs it. like bad.

she makes him shower before he even thinks of sitting on her bed with his outside/demon hunting clothes. and then omd, he gets in her bed and she like tucks him in and he's so weirded out but he kinda likes it, and the Omega's pretty so he's not gonna complain like a fucking moron.

And she stays next to him, tells him a little about herself and their town, abt the different posters hung in her room and some bands she listens to, and when she notices he's getting more and more comfortable in her soft fluffy blankets, she gives him a forehead kiss and turns off the lights and leaves to sleep over at her friends house.

and Oh. My. God.

when I tell you Dean slept like a fucking baby, he passed the fuck out when he realised she was being serious abt him sleeping in her bed for the night. he slept so good he didn't even dream, he slept so good he didn't wake up at night, not even once, he passed right the fuck out in her bed, high off Omega scent. and she smelled good. like really good.

when he finally came to in the morning, it took him a while to fully wake up, and he noticed that he drooled a bit in his sleep and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. he was warm, comfortable, in a heaven of fluffy blankets, sweet Omega scent, and plushies apparently. His hair was actually sticking out even tho it was short and spiky and he had marks on one side of his face from the pillow.

and most importantly he felt really good. like really really good. it was probably the best night of sleep he's ever had these past few years.

when he finally makes his way downstairs, he finds Sam and the Omega at the table, clearly waiting for him to wake up to have breakfast together. and Sam's brow just raises a little bit and notices his brother's slow movements, slow steps, like he's been floating away in clouds make out of cotton candy. or like he's being fucked so good he's still woozy from it. who knows.

[masoena]

Your Moon Holding Up My Sky

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

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

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

[miss-madness67]

The Smell of You (Sam drabble)

When you meet your Alpha.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse for hunters is in a way you have never seen before. Rugged men and women mingling with each other makes the smell of Alpha all the more potent. It’s no surprise most hunters are Alphas, but it is still bothersome considering your presentation as an Omega. You try to avoid as many people as you can as you navigate through the crowd. Your suppressants keep the attention of others away most of the time, but you prefer to avoid physical contact if you can. In the busy bar, there is no sign of your best friend, Jo. You think maybe she has gone behind the counter to help her mother, but Hellen is expertly managing the customers on her own. Where the hell has Jo gone to?

The door of the establishment opens and closes yet again, but you’re too busy looking for your friend to glance at the newcomers. Finally, in the mass of bodies, you spot Jo animatedly talking to Ash in a corner of the place, near the jukebox. With a smile on your face, you make your way over. Just as you reach them, something else happens. Your friend looks from over your shoulder at something -someone- behind you. And before you turn around, before you look at him, you smell him. People often say that when finding your mate, all of your concentration would be taken away and the only focus would be on them. You want to agree, but more than that, all that you can focus on is the smell. Oh, so sweet and yet so masculine. You wish to melt on him like butter, you feel reborn. Finally, as you look up, your eyes clash with Sam Winchester and nothing else seems to matter. You are his.

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[alicetallula]

Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - Illustrations - 01.09.2024

It was a pleasure to work with @samanddean76 on her companion piece to 'Betting Against The House', the Sabriel fic 'Stacking The Deck' 😊💛🧡

Banner - Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - 01.09.2024

Done using ink pens, watercolors, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title and credits

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Banner as is - Saraspilla and a leather bound book - Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - 01.09.2024

Done using ink pens, watercolors, gel pens and acrylic paint pens

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Sabriel tender moment in the bath - Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - 01.09.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol marker, colored pencils, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for a bubble effect 

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[samanddean76]

Title: One Way Or Another

Author: SamandDean76 | Artist: Bluefire986

Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Word Count: 14,976 | Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Tags: Alternate Universe, Stanford Era, Alpha/Beta/omega Dynamics, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Mpreg, Transformation, Collars, Dean Winchester Whump, True Mates, Revenge, Or Justice, Alpha John Winchester, Omega Mary Winchester, background John/Mary, Alpha Zachariah, background Zachariah/Mary (past rape), Alpha Dick Roman, Alcoholic John Winchester, Minor Character Death, Eventual Happy Ending, Written for the Wincest Big Bang 2024, Original Art by Bluefire986

Summary: Dean woke up in the hospital, bruised, battered, and a newly turned Omega. His life had been left in shambles, and his only hope was that Sam would leave Stanford and come back to mate the brother that he hadn’t seen in four years. Not since the day of Sam and John’s last big fight.

Sam received the dire news and promptly put his life on hold, so that he could help Dean, the big brother who had done everything to protect him growing up. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he allowed Dean to be put up for auction where he would be sold to the highest bidder.

Together the boys work to unravel the mystery surrounding the disappearance of their father, Dean’s assault, and the long-buried secrets that their pack was desperate to keep hidden away. Knowing that the only way they could live their lives was if the truth was brought out into the blinding light of day.

I am so proud to finally be able to present my Wincest Big Bang story to everyone! @bluefire986 created some wonderful art for the story, that helped to enrich the journey that I sent the boys on. @jld71 was the beta who kept me on track. And my Muse went wild so that I might be able to create an A/B/O alternate universe where challenges are plentiful, and rewards are many. I hope you enjoy it!

Story on AO3

Art on AO3 | LiveJournal

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.37

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Violence.

Bamby

Sam was being weird. While Dean ordered the coffees and food, you stood with the younger brother and couldn’t help notice that something was off. He was wriggling around like there was something in your pants.

“Thank you.” Dean nodded to the guy who handed him the coffees before he turned to lead your little group away. As you all walked to a table, he noticed Sam’s wriggling. “Dude what's your problem?”

“Nothing, I'm fine,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Letting it go, Dean got back to the job. “So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?”

Putting his bag on the table, Sam took a seat as he started to explain, “Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.”

“So?” Dean asked.

Before you could take a seat for yourself, Dean pulled your chair closer to his. You frowned for a short moment before shrugging and plopping yourself into the chair. His arm rested behind it as the two of you sipped at your drinks while Sam spoke.

“That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard.” Sam pulled his computer out of his bag before starting it up.

“Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?”

You shrugged, answering Dean’s question, “How do monsters happen? Maybe people just believe hard enough and then we’ve got bad guys under beds and in closets.”

Dean didn’t look convinced though. “People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?”

“Cuz you're a bad person.” Sam gave him a pointed look before turning his computer to Dean. “And because of this… That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.”

“It would explain why he keeps changing,” Dean agreed.

Wriggling again, Sam ignored whatever was annoying him as he went on, “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work.”

“Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit.” Dean nodded. “Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?”

Sam sighed, “Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”

“Great. So if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”

“Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage. Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”

“Hmph.” Dean considered things for a moment before he reached over and closed Sam’s laptop. “I got an idea. Come on.” His hand fell into yours, leading you up and off your chair as Sam gathered his things.

“Where we going?”

“We gotta find a copy store,” Dean answered, handing you your coffee from the table.

Groaning, Sam tried gathering his things as quickly as possible but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. “Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something.” It was then that Dean cracked a smirk and started laughing. Sam turned to him, unimpressed. “You did this? You're a friggin jerk!”

“Oh yeah,” Dean continued to chuckle as he led you away.

It seemed as if their games weren’t over just yet.

…

Dean stepped up to the trailer and paused a moment, looking back at you and Sam before he knocked on the door. There was a pause inside before someone called out.

“Who is it?”

“Come on out here guys, we hear you in there,” he called back to them. There was another pause before the door opened, revealing two guys. “Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.”

You’d never met the ghost hunters Sam and Dean had told you about yet. You’d gathered they were nerdy and awkward… you also assumed they’d be Beta. You, of course, were right. But they were still males and once they spotted you, they paused whatever insults they’d been ready to throw at the brothers.

“Guys, we need to talk,” Sam started, ignoring the way they were staring at you.

The dark haired one slapped the other, murmuring something about the guys bringing a chick. The other swallowed around the thick nothing in his throat as he tried not to wobble on the spot.

Trying to save face, the one with glasses pretended to be brave as he shrugged. “Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now,” he noted as he stepped out of the trailer.

“Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website,” Dean told them simply.

Glasses laughed. “Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…”

“I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright,” the other added.

“Why should we trust you guys?”

Sam sighed, “Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.”

“That's right.” Dean nodded. “Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Glasses rolled his eyes.

The other one, however, looked uncertain. “Ed, maybe he's got a point, maybe...”

“Nope…” Clearly Glasses- Ed- ran the show. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”

Lifting your hand, you pressed it against Dean’s chest to stop him. “Just forget about it, okay? I know you could toss them around like ragdolls, and I could tell them what I found out about Mordechai, but nothing we do will make them help us.” You sighed, “Let’s just go.”

The nerds were suddenly very intrigued.

“Whoa.. whoa…” Ed stepped towards you.

Dean ignored him, looking down at you with a shrug. “Yeah, you're right.”

As the three of you started towards Baby again, the two Betas followed, both of them fumbling over each other’s sentences.

“What you say about...?”

“Hang on a second here.”

“Wait...wait.”

“What thing about Mordechai you guys?”

Reaching the car, Dean reached for your door as he turned to you. “Don’t say anything, sweetheart.”

You paused and sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the Betas with your best sweet eyes. “But if they agree to shut the website down…

“They're not going to do it, you said so yourself,” Dean noted.

Ed stepped forward then, trying his best to look determined and trustworthy. “No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it.”

Chewing your lip, you pretended to consider it as you looked at the two of them. “Promise you’ll shut it down?” you asked, doe eyes in full effect.

“Totally,” Ed promised.

Smiling brightly at him, you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the fake death certificate you and Sam had made together at the library earlier. “It's a death certificate,” you started. “From the '30s. We got it at the library.

“Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound,” Sam added.

Dean nodded. “That's right he didn't hang or cut himself.”

The one that wasn’t Ed looked shocked. “He shot himself?”

“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them.”

“Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds…” Dean paused for dramatic effect before adding, “it'll kill the son of a bitch.”

The three of you watched as the two Betas took the bait. Scurrying off with the fake birth certificate, they hurried back to their trailer, trying to remain cool but completely failing.

Just like that… the plan was in motion.

…

Sitting in a diner, munching on your shared fries with Dean, you watched as Sam reached up to turn off the mechanical fisherman hanging from the wall above your table.

“If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you,” he warned his brother.

Moving fast, Dean pulled the string again, making the fisherman laugh. Sam snatched at the string, shutting it up.

Dean chuckled. “Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense.”

“Not too tense.” You grinned, plopping a fry in your mouth.

Dean looked from you to his brother and back, a smirk of his own forming. “You’re a little vixen.” Leaning in, he caught your lips in a kiss as the two of you grinned against each other, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled back. Sighing, he turned to Sam again. “They post it yet?”

Without words, Sam turned his computer around, showing you and Dean the new post about Mordechai and his ‘found’ death certificate. You were pretty pleased with the handiwork.

Dean shrugged. “We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?”

“Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker,” Sam answered.

“Sweet.” Dean nodded, reaching for his beer. He took a swig and went to put it back down, but found his hand stuck to the bottle. His eyes grew wide, knowingly. “You didn't.”

Sam laughed, pulling out superglue from his pocket. “Oh, I did!”

“You two are impossible.” You rolled your eyes at them, but even you couldn’t help but admit that it was funny.

…

Sitting in Baby, a distance away from Mordechai’s house so you were safe, but close enough so you could see the house in the distance, you held your gun in your lap. The brothers felt better bringing you at night now that you could protect yourself with the gun. But they still didn’t want you in the house.

Watching the place, you waited with baited breath, hoping that they would simply walk out any second now with a job well done.

But the longer you waited… the worse you felt.

Gunshots went off, causing you to jump where you sat. You didn’t move, though. You’d been expecting the gunshots, it was the plan… what you weren’t expecting was the brothers to not leave the house right away.

Something was wrong.

Throwing the car door open, you didn’t bother closing it as you hurried for the house. Throwing the door open, you could hear noise from around the corner. It sounded like Sam struggling.

Moving as fast as your feet would let you, you ran around the corner and found Sam being held against the wall, with the hilt of an axe being dressed against his throat as an imposing man pressed it against his airway.

“Sam!” Lifting your gun, you aimed it at the man who you could only assume was Mordechai before you pulled the trigger.

Mordechai stumbled at the impact of the bullets, but nothing more happened. Letting Sam go, which had him drop to the floor, Mordechai then turned to you. His face pulled into a grin as your eyes went wide… you were in danger.

Stalking towards you with heavy feet, Mordechai lifted his axe and took aim. You flinched, ducking down quickly as he swung the axe. It landed in the rotting wood of the wall, getting stuck momentarily.

“Hey!”

Looking behind you, you spotted Dean with an aerosol can and his lighter at the ready. Scurrying out of the way, you hurried over to him as Mordechai pulled his axe free. He didn’t get the chance to use it, though, before Dean set the can alight, turning it into a flamethrower.

“Go go go!”

Sam hurried over to us, staying low, before he helped me to my feet. Dean was close behind as we all started for the front door.

“Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him.” Dean shrugged. “We improvise.”

Lifting his lighter again, Dean then tossed it on the ground from the direction we’d come from. Flames engulfed the ground where he’d apparently poured something that was highly flammable. 

Then the three of you were running, hurrying out of the now burning house. Neither of you stopped until you were on the other side of the bushes.

“That's your solution?” Sam looked at his brother like he was insane. “Burn the whole damn place to the ground?”

“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works,” Dean had a good point.

Sam didn’t look impressed. “Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”

“Well…” Dean clearly hadn’t thought that over, but he hadn’t had the time to. “Well then we'll just have to come back.”

It was the best option there was.

…

Back at the trailer park, the three of you were waiting and watching as Ed and his friend- who you now knew was called Harry- started towards your little group. They were carrying supplies, clearly ready for a long road trip. There was a smug look about them, more smug than usual.

“Gentlemen, lady.” Ed nodded to the three of you.

“Hey guys.”

“Should we tell 'em?” Harry asked Ed.

Ed shrugged. “Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades.”

With that being a good enough answer, Harry turned back to the rest of you. “So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”

“Oh yeah, wrong number?” Dean grinned.

Ed glared at him. “No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it.”

“And create the RPG,” Harry added.

“The what?”

You leaned closer to Dean to answer his question, “Role playing game.”

Looking more pleased with himself, Ed continued towards their car. “Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land.”

As we followed them, Sam spoke up, “Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “That's awesome, best of luck to you.”

“Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent.” Ed was so full of himself. “Later.”

The two of them piled into their car before driving off.

Watching them leave, Dean scoffed. “Wow.” Shaking his head, he started towards Baby. You followed, slipping your hand into his.

Sam wasn’t too far behind. “I have a confession to make.”

“Hmm?” You looked to your left as he fell into step with you and his brother.

Sam shrugged. “I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” A sheepish grin found its way onto his lips.

Dean stopped in his tracks and laughed a full belly laugh. “Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.”

The two of them cracked up, laughing hard together. You couldn’t help but join them, agreeing that out of all the pranks they’d ever played, they were the two best ones.

“Truce?” Sam offered once you all calmed down.

“Yeah truce,” Dean agreed. “At least for the next 100 miles.”

Bamby

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[welldonebeca]

Bonding (I)

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

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Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Vinegar, please," she requested.

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

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

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

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

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

She just chuckled and giggled very softly.

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

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

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

My girls...

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

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

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

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

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

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

His cheeks felt hot and red as Sam flushed.

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

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

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

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

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

He licked his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gosh, he just wanted to be good for her.

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

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

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

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

"Tired?'  he offered.

She pouted.

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

Sam chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

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

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

"You are falling asleep," he remarked.

Thea pouted.

"I'm not."

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

"We should go to bed," he offered.

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

"What is it?" he asked.

Thea looked away, scoffing.

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

Sam knelt quickly, resting his hands on her knees.

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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

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

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

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

This was the first time he even saw her crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thea nodded, whining.

"Your hands too," she panted.

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

"Sam!" she yelped.

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

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

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

Thea nodded, whining.

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

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

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

"Daddy," she whimpered.

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

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

"Daddy," she cried softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rubbed his nose over her mating gland.

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

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

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

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

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

Sam closed his eyes, feeling himself throbbing.

Gosh, the little tempting monster.

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

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

"Please?" she whined.

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

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

Thea whined, breath growing shallower and hips moving quicker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kinky room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning?" he yawned.

She blinked with big eyes, looking amused and excited.

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

He chuckled, grunting.

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

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

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

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

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[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 25

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of loss of limb, homophobia, gay relationship (mm), mentions of murder plot, murder, mention of rape.

“I need an audience with alpha Barnes and his Luna.”

Nat gave Sam a wary look, and turned to her sister, who was shaking her head from her place at the other side of the doorway. 

“Sam, I know that you are a friend, but-“

“Exactly,  I’m a friend.  So, let me in to talk to Bucky and Cinna,” he growled, projecting  his aura outwards, “I received information about Steve from one of the people still in the pack who’s stayed on Sharon’s good side so that he could feed me updates on my actual alpha.  And Cinna and Bucky need to hear it!”

“How about you tell us this, information, and if it seems worthwhile, we tell our alpha!” Yelena suggested. 

The beta sneered, baring his teeth at the she-wolf, and Natasha stepped between the two, “calm yourself down, beta.”

“I have dire information about my alpha, an alpha that I know Cinna and Bucky are still in love with,” he hissed, “information that could save his life, should they take me up on it!”

“What do we care of an alpha that has no bearing on our pack?”

“You stupid she-wolf, let me through!”

The door opened behind the set of sisters and the older beta.  Clint’s brow was raised, and he had one hand on the door handle, while the other was casually reachingfor his arrows, “it’s starting to get loud out here.  What’s going on?  Is everything okay?”

“Finally, someone that will listen to reason,” Sam grunted, throwing a glare at the sisters, before turning his attention to the sigma,  “I’ve got friends still within the Rogers pack, and I’ve been informed that Sharon is going to make an attempt on Steve’s life.  I need to speak to Alpha Barnes and Cinna.”

From within the room, Cinna looked to Bucky, who while trying to remain composed, had let a bitterness rise into his scent. 

“Bucky…”

“Bucky…”

The young pup, who was once smiling, was trying to contain the anxiety in his scent as Steve tugged on his hand , “Bucky?”

His eyes snapped to that of his mate. 

Steve, though only a year younger, was much smaller than himself. The ten-year-old was often mistaken for seven or eight, despite being a ten-year-old alpha.  And while they were both alphas, they’d been caught kissing behind an oak tree where a delta warrior had been walking past. 

Bucky proudly took the younger wolf’s hand, the eleven-year-old alpha glaring at the much older delta, “don’t speak in an ill manner about my mate, delta!”

“Bunch of queers,” he growled, glaring between the two pups, “your fathers should beat some sense into ya.  Both alphas.  Both boys.  You’re disgusting!”

“I said don’t speak about my mate!” Bucky growled, projecting his aura outward as he sneered at the delta, his teeth baring.  The delta twitched, and his eyes widened.  He was surprised that the young pup was affecting him. 

He stumbled back, falling into a kneeling position. 

And while that would have satisfied most other wolves, Bucky and Steve could hear the delta continuing to discuss his disgust at the romantic entanglement between the two pups. 

The scene was so uncommon that even amidst the summit going on about them, a crowd of other wolves had looked at them with interest. 

“APOLOGIZE!” Bucky hissed at the man, continuing to project his aura. 

The delta growled, the pain racking his body as he continued to submit to the child, “Fuck you, you  faggy little mutt!  Fuck you and your faggot mate!  I’m not apologizing for shit!”

“I SAID APOLOGIZ-“

“BUCKY!”

Bucky stopped projecting his aura outwards as his own father, as well as Steve’s, came into view. 

“Father…”

“What on earth is going on here?” Alpha Barnes growled.

“This is supposed to be a peace summit!” Alpha Rogers joined in.

Both Bucky and Steve looked away from one another.  Bucky dropped his partner’s hand. 

“WELL?” Alpha Barnes bellowed, turning his attention between Bucky, Steve, and the delta from his pack, “SPEAK!”

“My alpha…your son…he-“

“HE WHAT?”

“He’s a queer!” the delta spat, spitting at the ground in front of Bucky, “saw him and the other alpha boy kissing behind a tree.  Fucking kissing!”

“He’s my mate!” Bucky said firmly, “Steve is my mate!”

Alpha Barnes and Rogers looked uncomfortable as they shifted their attention between their sons. The two alphas had always known that their sons were close, but they both always chose to ignore just how close Steve and Bucky were.

“Steve?”

“James?”

Bucky could feel the disappointment in his father’s voice.  Just as he could feel it in Steve’s fathers.  Neither one of them were an omega.  And if they mated one another, that meant unless they took on a female, there would be no heirs for either pack. 

His stomach turned. 

While being gay wasn’t illegal in his or Steve’s packs, it was still frowned upon if you were a warrior, or a future alpha of the pack. 

He knew that by proclaiming Steve to be his mate, he was going to deny any obligations to create an heir.  Or at least, that’s how it would look to other wolves within both packs.

“I love him, father.” Bucky said firmly. 

His father’s jaw twitched, and he looked at Steve, “and you, son?”

“I-Bucky is my mate, Alpha Barnes.  I love him!”

“Disgusting!” the delta growled.

“It seems that someone would be challenging your mateship, young alpha!” Joe Rogers smirked, hoping to scare the young pups away from their love, “is that something that you two are willing to stand for?”

“Then let them!” Bucky replied firmly, “I will never stop loving Steve.  He is my mate!”

“Alpha Barnes…” Joe Rogers smiled, “you know what a challenge to mateshp means…”

“Delta, are you challenging my son’s mateship to young alpha Steve Rogers?”

The delta gave a sickening smirk as he nodded, his nostrils flaring, “it’s unnatural is what it is.  And I refuse to let my future alpha mate another man…it’s not right!”

“Delta…be smart with your words,” Bucky hissed, knowing where it was going, “if you challenge my mateship to alpha Steve, I will show no mercy.”

“And I will end you.  There will never be a time where my future alpha is a fag!” he hissed, “royalty or not.  I will not stand behind it.”

“Death trials!” the eleven-year-old proclaimed confidently as he once again took Steve’s hand in his own, “if you challenge my mateship, then I will challenge you to the death trials in accordance to the Barnes pack!”

“Your death warrant, kid!”

“Alpha…”

Bucky felt a phantom pain in his arm, and he whimpered, remembering the first time his relationship with Steve was questioned. 

While he’d managed to beat a full-grown adult at a death trial, he’d lost his arm in the process. 

And Steve had made it clear to him that he wasn’t going to let the alpha lose a part of himself every time someone questioned their relationship.  He’d broken up with him shortly after, leaving Bucky angry over his love for the other alpha.    

“Steve made his choice…” Bucky muttered sadly, “he made his choice years ago…”

“Alpha…”

Bucky frowned at the sadness in his luna’s voice, “Cinna…Steve-he-he’s not the same Steve I knew when we were pups.  He’s not the same Steve that you’ve gotten to see.  He’s under Sharon’s thumb.  The only similarities are that he abandoned both of us when he got scared to stand up for his love.”

“He’s our mate, alpha…”

Bucky could feel the sadness filling the room and he closed his eyes, nodding to Clint, “let Sam in so that we can hear him out.”

He felt Cinna clutching onto his arm and he sighed, “Thank you, alpha…”

“I have not promised anything, Cinna…I’m merely hearing Sam out,” he pointed out, “you may not like the answer that passes from my lips just yet.”

The door opened further, and Sam was shown into it, a solemn look on his face as he bowed ever so slightly to the alpha and omega. 

“You have asked for the presence of myself and my mate,” Bucky said in a low, firm tone, “What news do you have, Sam?”

“A spy from Sharon’s inner circle…she’s loyal to the Rogers pack,” he admitted with a frown, “I was told that Sharon plans on killing Steve after his next rut.  She’s drawing her power from him, but she’s going to remove her mark on him and kill him now that neither you or Cinna have come for him.”

Cinna gasped, and Bucky pulled her close.

“W-why would she kill him now?” she asked nervously, “he-he’s been with her for years.  It’s been months since the summit and-“

“He’s outlived his use to her.” Sam pointed out, “she’s all but imprisoned anyone left loyal to Steve.  The Rogers pack is all but wiped out and she’s claimed the lands for the Carter pack.  And the news of your pregnancy has hit.  She knows that you and Bucky have no more ties to Steve, and have chosen to move on with your lives without him.  Part of her had been holding out hope that by keeping Steve around, she would weaken the two of you.  She is tired of keeping him a POW when he has no use.”

“Bucky, we have to help him…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched but he said nothing. 

“I wouldn’t tell you if I knew that either of you had moved on, alpha Barnes…”

“You may leave…” Bucky said firmly, looking to the door.

“Bucky, what are we going to-“

“Omega…we will discuss this later!” Bucky muttered, taking his leave of her, “I-I need to think…alone.”

Steve snarled at the woman before the door was wholly open.  The rings of yellow turning amber around his eyes as he started to go feral. 

“Oh, come on now, Steve,” she smiled as she sauntered into the room and closed the door behind her, “don’t be like that.”

He growled, refusing to speak to her.  She took another step into the room, and he tried to lunge at her, but was caught by the chains around his neck. 

His back hit the ground with a heavy thud, and he was immediately coughing.  Rolling to his side he groaned. 

“There’s no point in trying to fight me,” she reminded him, “I have all the power here, Steve…”

“Go to hell!” he spat, attempting to fight away the baser instincts while he shook, “GO AWAY!”

“Aww, but Steve, I came bearing a present!” she smiled.  She knocked on the door and it opened.  An omega from his pack was tossed in.  She fell to the floor and Steve’s head snapped up. 

“NO!”

“She’s here for you to use, Steve!” Sharon smirked, “might as well use her.  I mean, you’ve been in a rut now for nearly a week…and we both know the longer you hold out the worse it will be.”

“Alpha!” she whimpered, looking up at him. 

Steve’s heart broke. 

He had made a promise, sealing the traditional oath when he had become the alpha of the Rogers pack, that he would protect his own.  But here a young omega was, roughly nineteen or twenty.  He could spot the marred chemical burns from Sharon’s people undoubtedly removing the mating mark on her neck. 

He’d vaguely recalled who she was, knowing that her mate was among one of the first warriors of his that Sharon had killed. 

She was dirty and looked exhausted.

Broken even.

“Just kill me!” she begged him, “please kill me, alpha…I-I don’t want to live any longer…not under this she-wolf…her lieutenants-they-”

But she had stopped herself, sobbing against the dirty rags she wore.

“What did you do to her?” Steve roared angrily, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PACK?”

“This one in particular?” Sharon smiled, before launching a kick to the omega.  She whimpered and fell to her side, and Steve saw the bruising on her thighs as the rags she wore slid up her legs, “well, let’s just say she’s one of the girls that takes care of my warriors and thanks them for their service.”

“Alpha…”

Steve’s stomach turned.

“You’re a monster!”

Sharon cackled and kicked the omega again, pushing her closer to the nearly feral alpha, “come on, Steve…my boys say she knows how to take an alpha’s cock…cries a little at first, but I know when you get started, you won’t even notice…that hindbrain will take over and you’ll lose control, knotting the little bitch.  And before you know it, you’ll be gutting her because she’s not your precious little CInna!”

“I WON’T HARM MY PACK!” Steve spat, his shakes becoming worse as he tried to fight off what Sharon was saying would happen.  His hindbrain was coming alive, and he knew that it was only a matter of time as the tremors worked harder on his hands.

“You’re not as strong as you once were, Steve,” she laughed, pushing the omega into Steve’s area.  He pushed himself back, away from her, and Sharon continued to kick her closer, until she was almost into Steve’s area herself, “take her, Steve.  Fuck her and then kill her.  DO IT!”

Steve looked down to the sobbing woman, feeling the wolf starting to come forward as his own willpower bent to her exposed aura.  He closed his eyes, and looked away from the woman as he felt his claws coming out of his hand. 

He screamed in anguish as he tore into the hardwood floors.

“I’m so sorry!” he sobbed, as his hand reached out, and screams filled the room.

Chapter 26

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[ladylilithprime]

Day 9: Moon

('18. THE MOON--Hidden enemies, danger, calumny, darkness, terror, deception, occult forces, error. Reversed: Instability, inconstancy, silence, lesser degrees of deception and error." --A. E. Waite

This is eventually going to be chapter one of a much larger work, which will be posted on AO3.)

IN THE WAKE of the fire at the apartment just outside Stanford and the near-death of Jessica Moore due to demon interference, Sam Winchester had needed to pull his brother aside and explain, slowly and carefully and with an eye to the exits, exactly why he didn't just think he could - shouldn't - go back on the road hunting and chasing down their missing father. Contrary to what Dean had obviously thought, it wasn't because Sam was bound and determined to have a normal life. It really was, as he had said, about trying to be safe. Not safe from monsters, though-- safe from hunters. And keeping everyone else safe from him.

"It happened when I was on the way out here the first time," Sam had explained in a low voice as he tried not to be obvious about watching for when his brother would catch on and pull either his gun or the silver knife. "Without a car and with not much money, I was hitchhiking my way across state lines, and had to trade a couple favors for bus fare the last bit. Turns out, one of those favors had a little extra going on and didn't think to warn me until the condom broke."

"Extra... what, like AIDS?" Dean had asked, frowning as concern broke through the clear discomfort and unhappiness at the subject of how Sam had paid his way with no money or support from him or their Dad.

"Like lycanthropy," Sam had corrected quietly. Seeing Dean tensing, he had hurried on to add, "Once he realized what had happened, which didn't take long, he was very apologetic and took the time to explain about himself and what was going to happen to me. When he found out I was coming to Stanford, he helped me get in touch with both the local pack and the local coven of natural witches so I would have a support system. They weren't too thrilled when they found out I'm a Winchester, no real surprise there, but they helped me sort myself out to keep myself and everyone else safe."

Dean had sat silent for a long moment, and Sam had let him. He hadn't relaxed at all, but Dean hadn't pulled a weapon, either. At length, Dean had taken a deep breath and let it out very slowly before nodding. "Okay, little brother. Tell me what you need and how I can help."

Jess had been the one to out herself to Dean as a natural witch and one of the coven members, sitting up against the raised back of the hospital bed with bandages around her stomach. She had also identified her and Sam's friend Brady as the one with a bodysnatching spiritual hijacker-- one who had gotten real chatty in his irritation that he'd had to wait so long to get to someone close to Sam to set this up because of "her" wards.

"Damned demon thought I was the reason your apartment was the magical equivalent of Fort Knox," Jess had huffed tiredly, her voice still rough from smoke inhalation. "Good news is the demons don't know about your monthlies. Bad news is, he was definitely trying to kill me to send a message to you, something about your mom. Makes me wish I'd snuck a look at my Aunt Jenna's off-limits books so I might've known how to fight him off...."

Sam hadn't liked it, but couldn't argue with both Jess and Dean that a targeted attack like that on the anniversary of their mother's death was a pretty good sign that Sam should get away from Stanford for a while. Jess had kissed him on the cheek, then given him a fired and glazed ceramic pendant strung on an adjustable braided leather cord with a pentacle surrounded by sun rays on one side and a spiral of runes and sigils on the other. She had explained the purpose of the pendant and the symbols, the large one that guarded against possession because Brady hadn't been the only person she had noticed feeling itchy and reeking of sulfur, and the runes inscribing a spell of concealment that would prevent anyone and anything who didn't know what he was from ever noticing anything strange about him in either form.

"Get yourself a nice little aluminum dog tag to go on there with it and you won't have to take it off when you shift," she had said with a wink, which had made Sam blush brightly and Dean howl with laughter.

He threw a pillow at Dean's head when his brother had brought him the engraved heart-shaped tag a week later when they reached Blackwater Ridge, but he'd put it on the cord with the pendant that was working exactly as Jess promised.

THE THING ABOUT being a werewolf, aside from the strength and speed and newfound appreciation for flea collars, was that changing species hadn't actually changed anything about Sam. He still preferred salads to burgers, even if he privately conceded the dietary requirements of more protein, iron and fat. He still hated the violence and killing parts of hunting while excelling at the research and interviews portion-- if anything, his extra senses made him even better at sussing out secrets and comforting upset witnesses. He still ordered stupid fancy coffee with cream and vanilla and cinnamon even if he would drink whatever black and unsweetened gas station diner swill Dean handed to him with barely a grimace of complaint.

He still had psychic powers that gave him visions of the probable future.

"I dreamed about the fire well before it actually happened," he admitted to Dean quietly over a beer, the meeting with and revelations from Missouri Moseley still fresh. "I always dismissed it because why would Jess even be in my apartment in the first place under normal circumstances? Best friend, sure, but she didn't live with me! The only reason she was there when you broke in was because she had too much to drink at the Halloween party earlier and trusted me to take care of her without taking advantage!"

"Gotta admit, though, from the outside it looked a lot like she was your girlfriend," Dean pointed out, a bit uncomfortably. "'Specially when I said Dad was on a hunting trip and you didn't excuse us from her presence 'cause she already knew about that."

"So demons are making the same assumptions about me as my brother?" Sam snorted. The humor faded quickly as he stared at the beer in the bottle. "Whatever the demons want with me... it feels like it's connected to these visions, or at least these powers. Which means it's probably not just me being targeted."

"Bunch'a kids with psychic powers all on some demons' shit list?" Dean grimaced and downed the rest of his beer. "Welp, our job's saving people from supernatural crazy shit. Can't get much crazier than that, right?"

"Let's hope," Sam sighed, draining his own beer before excusing himself to go down to Missouri's basement for moonrise. Dean waited all of half an hour after the moon was up before taking a second beer and sneaking down to the basement after his brother to find a massive dark brown and gray wolf flopped over on his side on the basement floor. The wolf's ears and nose twitched and he whined softly, but didn't move or even lift his head until Dean had sat down on the basement steps.

"We'll figure this out, Sammy," Dean murmured. "Even if it comes down to you and me against the world."

The tentatively wagging tail was the only response Sammy could give him, but it was enough. Dean stayed on the steps all night, even past moonset and Sam's return to human form. Their lives were weird and dangerous and all kinds of fucked up, but Dean absolutely believed that there wasn't anything that Earth or Hell or even fucking Heaven could throw at them that they couldn't handle together.

The alternative was unacceptable.