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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 2 years ago

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To The Victor Chapter Three - Can't Be Claimed

Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed. As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)

Chapter Three: Can't Be Claimed

Word Count: 3348

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The twenty minutes it took for help to arrive were nothing short of agony for Dean. He kept Emma cradled close. Whispering sweet words of encouragement in her ear, telling her to hold on, that help was on the way. She never responded, but he had to believe that she could hear him or at least knew he was there. That he wasn’t leaving her. That he was going to take care of her.

God, she’s so cold!

Dean tugged the blankets closer around the two of them and rubbed her arms roughly, desperate to infuse every ounce of his own heat to her chilled flesh. Give her his strength. Surround her with his scent. In his mind, he kept going over the conversation with Emma’s sister.

Emma can’t be claimed. Family doctor treating her since childhood.

Just what the hell did that mean? If it hadn’t been for the insistent tone in Jess’ voice, Dean would have called 911 instead. As it was, he was doubting his decision.

He pressed a kiss to Emma’s temple, “Keep fighting sweetheart, I’m right here.”

The door to the suite opened without so much as a knock of warning and a short, slight man entered. He wore a slim black suit and tie with a matching fedora pulled down over dark hair. His unsmiling face was sharply featured with beady eyes and a crooked, hawk-like nose. Everything about him was severe and unpleasant. The expression he wore was a mix of displeasure and annoyance. Going by the classic leather satchel in his hand, this man must be the family doctor.

Dean shifted Emma’s unconscious body off his chest and stood, “You the doctor?”

The man removed his hat and placed it on the table along with his bag, “I am Doctor Lancaster, and you are the Alpha who caused all the trouble.” He never spared Dean a glance as he rifled through his bag. His tone suggested an absolute disgust with the situation.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t appreciate being judged by a gargoyle in cheap mortician’s suit. Especially not when his mate’s life was hanging by a thread. “Yup, that’s me. So, are you able to help her?”

Lancaster moved over his patient with efficiency. After he took a few vitals, he drew out a vial and syringe from his bag of tricks. “I believe so, it was a good thing you called when you did. Another hour and she’d be dead.” He swiped an alcohol swab over the crook of Emma’s elbow and administered a hefty dose of the drug.

“What are you giving her?”

“Botox.”

The Alpha didn’t appreciate the sarcasm. He let out a low, menacing growl and clenched his jaw so that the muscle there twitched.

The doctor was equally unimpressed with the show of aggression. “It’s a combination of adrenaline, beta blockers and hormone booster.”

Dean frowned as he realized the implication, “She was on suppressants?”

“Ah! An Alpha with a brain! Nice to know at least one of you rutting beasts can think with something other than your nether regions.” Lancaster checked Emma’s pulse one last time. With a satisfied nod, he shut his bag and stood.

“Your Omega is going to be fine. Her temperature is already rising, and her heat cycle will now continue as normal.” The doctor gave Dean an appraising once over. “Judging by your own state, I’d say you are already aware of that.”

Dean was loathed to admit this quack was right about anything. The cavalier way he was treating a medical emergency should have him barred from practicing medicine anywhere in the civilized world. The fact that the emergency was his mate, made Dean want to rip the man’s throat out on principle alone. Yet, the little troll had done something right, because he could now pick up Emma’s scent. It was intoxicating, and stronger than it had ever been. Apple orchards and magnolia blossoms, it made his mouth water. His rut, that had been threatening since meeting Emma was now in full swing. His thoughts were quickly giving way to is Alpha instincts; protect, care for, and knot his mate.

Lancaster already had his hand on the door, knowing his presence wouldn’t be tolerated by a rutting Alpha for much longer. “She’ll wake in a couple of hours. When she does, the best treatment for her, is you.”

It was the faint, high pitched whine that finally pulled Emma from her dreamless sleep. She felt warm and secure. That lovely scent of sun-warmed cedar forest tickled her nose and she sighed in contentment, snuggling towards it.

“’Mega?”

The worry edged fear in that deep voice had her frowning before she even opened her eyes. When she did, Dean’s face was mere inches from hers, his handsome features tight with stress. The anxiety that rolled off him in waves made her heart clench. He was terrified.

She brought her hand out from under the nest of blankets and threaded it through Dean’s hair, “Alpha.”

Dean crushed her to his chest, his whole body trembled, weak with relief. After that wretched doctor left, Dean had ridded them both of their clothes and bundled them up under a mountain of blankets. He kept their bodies pressed as closely together as possible, his instincts telling him skin to skin contact was crucial to his Omega’s recovery. A warm, safe nest for just the two of them where he could protect her and look after her properly.

He scented her deeply, desperate to drown himself in the sweet fragrance. “Thank God,” he murmured over and over again.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m alright,” she soothed, brushing kisses against his forehead. She held him tight as he shook in her arms. A virile, strong Alpha like him wouldn’t be scared by much, and that told her all she needed to know about how critical things had gotten.

He had taken care of her, gotten her help and no doubt saved her life. Now it was her turn to take care of him, “I’ve got you; I’m right here.”

He kissed her roughly, stealing her words along with her breath. Desperation and urgency in every heated pass of his mouth over hers. His hands groped her aggressively, pawing at any bit of softness he could find. It took him several minutes to regain his control. He abruptly pulled away, panting for composure he would not easily grasp.

“I’m sorry… sorry.” He let his forehead fall against hers as his chest heaved. His voice was low and hoarse. “You need rest.”

Emma studied Dean’s pinched features. The tension coiled uncomfortably, barely contained, under the surface, sweat dotted his skin and his rock-hard length twitched between them. His eyes were nearly black, overtaken by the hormones and lust ravaging his system. This whole mess had triggered his rut, God knows how long he had been suffering with it while she was unconscious. The added worry that his mate was dying had made it nearly unbearable.

Her heart broke for him then and with it came guilt. This whole thing was her fault. She knew the consequences of doing anything with an Alpha while she was still taking the treatments. It was reckless and irresponsible and unforgivably selfish.

She cupped the side of his face, gently brushing her thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and leaned into her soothing touch. “I don’t need rest. I only need you.”

“No,” he muttered, trying to ignore the urges running through him. “I’m rough. Too rough. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

She continued to stroke his face, calming and soothing. “You won’t hurt me, I’m your Omega. And your Omega is a strong Omega.”

Dean mustered up a final ounce of control and looked into her deep, blue eyes. The comfort and consent he saw there eased the tightness in his chest. “’Mega mine.”

“Yours.” Emma confirmed softly and brushed her lips feather-light over his, “Mate now. Rest later.”

It lasted five days in total. Each of them seamlessly providing what the other needed most. Alpha and Omega. Balanced. Each a perfect counterpoint to the other. They relished in the joy of being together. Every experience was exciting and new, every touch satisfied in ways that surprised. Very few words were spoken, their connection was so strong that it over-rode the need to talk. That knowing, that deep down in the soul kind of certainty was staggering. The intimacy of their bond was deeper and more complex than either of them had ever known.

Now that their respective heat and rut cycles had ended, they were left with the rather mundane task of how to weave their lives together. These were the boring, yet very necessary details of the real world. The world outside of cozy one they’d created within the confines of the hotel suite. Neither of them were particularly excited at the prospect.

“So, going by this hotel room we’ve been honeymooning in, I’m guessing you’re not a New Yorker.”

Dean caught her gaze in the mirror as he deftly buttoned up the crisp, white dress shirt and smiled. Even her reflection caused his stomach to flip over. “Nope, Chicago. Born and bred. You?”

“Manhattan.”

“You ever been to the windy city?”

“A couple of times,” she shrugged, tucking her legs up demurely under her backside. “It’s not bad for fly-over country.”

“Fly-over country?” Dean scoffed, “Chicago is in the heartland, the Midwest. Everything a big city has to offer with access to wide open spaces. Way better than this uptight sand bar.”

“Is that so? Then what’s a guy like you doing slumming it around the boroughs? Cruising for a mate?”

“Nah, I just got lucky.” Dean plopped down to sit beside her on the bed and kissed her loudly. “I travel a lot for work. I’m in New York once a month or so.”

“Will you come back more now?” She asked hopefully, the thought of only seeing him once a month had her heart twisting.

“Well, I thought that you’d come back with me. You know, live with me in Chicago.” Seeing her face fall, he rushed to reassure her, hoping that he wasn’t bungling things too much. “I’m sure you will need some time to get things tied up here, but I want you with me ‘Mega. And we can come back as often as you like.”

“Why don’t you move here with me?”

Dean nearly scoffed, but the earnest look in her eyes suggested a softer approach might be better. “Sweetheart, my business is in Chicago. I make a good living, an excellent living actually. I have an apartment there along with some property in the country. I’ll take good care of you; you won’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

She raised her chin to look Dean square in the eye, “My business is in New York. I make an excellent living and I own a beautiful Brownstone on the upper east side. I don’t have a country cottage, but I’m willing to work that into our negotiations.”

“Negotiations?!” He sat back with a laugh, “You are something else, you know that? Omegas don’t negotiate living arrangements with their Alphas.”

She leveled her gaze, “Yours does.”

His mate wasn’t one to give in easily, and he loved that about her. Her spirit. Her fight. She challenged him, made him earn her submission. Made him prove he was worthy of her. He was happy to oblige her.

He leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from hers but not touching. He ghosted over, getting tantalizingly close but never making contact. Catching on, she let him edge her backwards on the bed. It was one of those games teenagers play, like there’s an invisible barrier around their bodies that allow them to get close but never touch. They moved in tandem, he filled up space she had occupied only moments before. She retreated as he advanced.

Dean’s movements were sleek and slow, like a panther. He never stopped his progression, never broke contact with her gaze. He watched with hooded eyes as the glint of rebellion gave over to something softer.

He hovered over her body only a hair’s breadth away, his grin was predatory, “Lucky for you, I’m an expert negotiator.”

Emma struggled to keep her thoughts orderly. It was growing increasingly difficult as her mate hovered above her. His scent surrounded her, his arms and legs caging her in. He was everywhere and she could feel herself start to float on that heady, seductive cloud. She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips. Nowhere in the whole world felt as good, as right, as being with him.

It wasn’t until he saw her eyes flutter shut that he broke that invisible barrier between them. His nose brushed the claiming mark and inhaled deeply before moving on to the spot just behind her ear. It was one of her favorites and he had discovered just how sensitive it was over the past few days.

When he nuzzled her then nipped, she moaned and brought her fingers up to comb through his hair still damp from the shower. “Mmm… you make a valid point.”

He chuckled as he continued his assault. Moving down the graceful column of her neck, he sampled silky skin.

“I have an idea,” she said as Dean made his way to the zipper of her hoodie and started to ease it down. When he didn’t reply but moved his fingers moved to her waistband, she gave a sharp tug on the short hairs at the base of his skull.

“Agh!” He grunted as she wiggled out from under him. With a pained sigh and a semi hard erection, he propped himself up on one elbow. “Better watch it, Sweetheart. You know I like it rough.”

Emma sat up, regal as a queen. Determined to get back to business. “I think we should date.”

“Date,” he repeated. “We’re mated. We’ve spent the last five days claiming each other in every way possible. Don’t you think we’re a little past the dating phase?”

A worried frown creased her brow, “You don’t want to date me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I know it’s a little… backwards, but so what? Why should we do things the way other people do?” She gave a shy smile as she appealed to him. “I want to get to know you.”

He sat himself up completely and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “We are going to spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other.”

He instead of reassuring her, he felt her pull away. He felt like kicking himself, somehow, he’d managed to say something wrong. He crooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. There was disappointment there, “It means that much to you?”

“Well, I thought it would be fun and I… I’ve never dated before. Not really, anyway.” She replied, struggling to keep embarrassment from coloring her voice.

Dean couldn’t help being surprised. Shocked. She was a beautiful woman, stunning actually. He had no doubt that his pretty little Omega had turned heads from an early age. She was so smart and fun and sexy, it seemed impossible that no one had ever tried to date her. Although the very thought had his possessive Alpha jealousy flaring.

“Never? No boyfriend ever?”

She shook her head and bit her lip. One of her more noticeable nervous tells. “No, not really. I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates but there was never anyone special.”

“Does this have to do with those black-market suppressants you were taking?”

“They weren’t black-market,” she countered, “I wasn’t getting shot up in back alleys, I was under a doctor’s care.”

“Oh, you mean that gargoyle that showed up? That guy was a dick, he had the bedside manner of a cab driver!”

“What he lacks in congeniality he makes up for in discretion.” Emma crossed her arms over her chest defensively. She wasn’t accustomed to defending her actions to anyone, especially regarding her presentation treatments. It was a well-guarded family secret, discussing it with anyone else made her very uneasy. Even if that person was her Alpha, the one person meant to protect her.

“Being an Omega is nothing but a liability, it’s a weakness. This city is full of Alphas who think they can drag me back to their cave by my ponytail. Or boss me around because the world order says they should be in charge of everything!”

Frustrated, she blinked back the stinging in her eyes. Tears that threatened to fall only seemed to undermine her point. Usually, she had a tight rein on her emotions but ever since being claimed, they refused to stay where she put them. They were like a storm she was constantly trying to keep from breaking through.

“I just wanted to live my life without having to worry that my presentation would get me overlooked for a promotion or kidnapped by a rut-crazed Alpha.”

Dean hated the fear and stress he felt from her. Her eyes bright with unshed tears. He knew the world wasn’t an easy place for Omegas. Emma certainly wasn’t alone in her feelings on the matter and many others had taken the same route. Suppressants and scent blockers were a common and safe method for most people who wanted a bit of anonymity.

“You’re right,” he said with a sigh, taking both of her hands in his. Reveling in how delicate they seemed compared to his. How easily they could be bruised or broken. “There’s nothing wrong with Omegas using suppressants. Hell, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably do the same thing. It’s just that reaction you had, you were so cold. I thought I was going to lose you. I’ve never been that scared. And then that creepy doctor… acting like he didn’t care if you lived or died. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands.”

Emma leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. “I know. I’m sorry Dean, it’s my fault. I knew better, I just got caught up. And then when my heat started, I couldn’t think straight.”

“It’s understandable. I did kind of sweep you off your feet.”

“You did,” she smiled softly. “That’s why I had only been with Betas before.”

Dean pulled back and looked at her with curiosity, “So you’ve never been with an Alpha before me?”

“No.”

His grin was instant and cocky as his chest puffed out. “Good.”

She rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”

He laughed and pulled her onto his lap, tucking her head under his chin. She fit there so perfectly; Dean knew he would never grow tired of holding her. Leaving New York without her, would likely be one of the hardest things he would ever do. He took a deep inhale of her sweet scent and groaned. “Okay Sweetheart, you win. Let’s date.”

Emma drew back and looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Hell, why not!”

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with such enthusiasm that he nearly toppled backwards. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Just you wait,” he muttered through their joined lips, “I’ve got all kinds of romantic cards up my sleeve.”

When her face lit up Dean felt his heart swell. Yeah, being separated for any amount of time would be torture, but worth it if it made her so happy.

She eyed him with suspicion. “You aren’t just giving me my way because I cried, are you?”

“I hate seeing you cry, but no. You made a valid point. It’ll take us time to get everything figured out, why not have some fun while we’re at it?”

The dimple in her left cheek appeared and her eyes sparkled with the smile that bloomed. She was practically glowing with excitement and hope. Shining like the sun, the new center of his universe. His whole future held in his arms.

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 years ago

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A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World's Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room.

Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descend the metal staircase halting at its bottom.

Sam Winchester is sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never before seeing an enraged Alpha, unsure what they should do.

The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.

The Omega cast her eyes down in deference to the large Alpha. “I'm here abo...” she doesn't finish speaking as he wraps his hand around her throat, slamming her back against a support column. She seizes his wrist as her eyes snap up meeting his glaring back before tilting her head as far as she can to the right exposing more of her throat.

Sam cautiously leans in, running his nose along her neck. The unique scent of winter, perceptible only to the Alpha under the scent blockers she’s used triggers memories he’s diligently repressed to keep this Omega off his mind come flooding back. The blade clatters loudly on the floor in the now silent room.

Wrapping his arms around her nuzzling into the curve of her neck he sucks on that spot he knows drives her crazy. Biting her lip she tangles her fingers in his long hair drawing him back up, running her tongue over his lips seeking entrance that he grants swirling his tongue around hers.

Someone's wolf whistling snaps them out of acting couple newly presented teens caught by their parents being very naughty.

“Hmm, not sorry,” she whispers nibbling on Sam’s ear making him quiver.

“Behave,” Sam mutters back taking a deep breath and subtlety adjusting himself before turning around to deal with everyone's reactions, not really ready to answer the inevitable questions.

Scenting his anxiety she twines their hands together offering a reassuring squeeze.

They’ve drawn quite a large audience from the library and adjoining hallways. People are elbowing each other grinning, whispering among themselves about their Chiefs and strange woman's reactions to each other then necking in front of everyone.

Mary stands there, arms crossed with the patented mom’s not amused look.

Sam huffs out an embarrassed laugh. “Everyone this is Trouble Lacroix, she’s my...she's an old friend.”

“I’m just an old friend after everything I went through for you?” Trouble snaps and Sam growls a warning at her tone but fuck it, she was right.

When Dean introduced them they were both junkies. Sam drugs of choice were demon blood and the power it gave him. Trouble’s was whatever made her forget her hunter fathers dominance over her as an Omega.

By the time they both got clean Sam found he could love again and she had learned to trust the Alpha in him wouldn't hurt her like others had. Sam swore during his next rut he would claim her as his Omega.

A week before he said yes to Lucifer and the subsequent showdown at Stull Cemetery he went into rut.

At their secret rendezvous, an old hunters cabin in Arkansas with his rut over Sam hadn’t claimed her, saying he couldn’t damn her, that this was his last chance to, unlike Jess, save her from certain death.

Trouble stood at the cabins window overlooking a small lake silently crying, unable to respond. The Alpha scented her sadness wanted nothing more than to comfort his Omega but all he could do was to kiss her shoulder, as he’d always done before leaving that last time.

Almost a decade later Sam can see the damage his refusals done in her sorrowful eyes.

“You kiss all your old friends like that?” Bobby quipped sarcastically eliciting a few laughs and breaking some of the tension.

“You look like Bobby Singer but you...resonate all wrong,” Trouble remarks as her light colored eyes surveys the others in the room finally coming to rest on Jack. “A Nephilim without Grace?”

“Yes, he is,” Mary answers crossing over to stand next to Jack, “how can you know that?”

Trouble shrugs “I’ve always been able to perceive things that are outside the normal spectrum.”

“You can what?” Maggie asks confused.

“The Omega can see that you’re out of tune with this reality,” Castiel states tipping his head to the side studying her, “she also possess other abilities.”

“I don’t need them to see your a dick.”

“Trouble,” Sam warns knowing she’d picked that up from Dean.

“Sorry, Angel of the Lord.” She half ass apologizes.

“And you suddenly show up here out of nowhere because?” Mary tersely inquires in her Alpha voice. Sam bristles unhappy that another Alpha, even his own mother, thinks they can question the Omega.

Releasing Sam’s hand she steps closer to Mary taking the same stance staring her straight in the eye. “I’ve seen Dean.”

Trouble tells them everything about her encounter with Dean in Nova Scotia, where she’s been the last two months.

They question is why he let her live when he’s killed others he has had contact with, another piece in a puzzle not making sense.

Sam asks her to stay but she turns him down, telling him it's safer for her to keep moving. He counters what better place is there for protection than in the heavily warded bunker?

She reluctantly agrees but only until Dean returns.

Mary makes it vehemently clear it’s problematic having an unclaimed Omega stay.

Sam reminds his mother that he is a mature Alpha, been making his own decisions without her input his whole life and with the daily suppressants he’s taken for years can control his instincts.

That got Mary’s back up, ready to argue with her youngest son, reminding him the Omegas already made the unmated Alpha act out. Bobby pulls her to the side and somehow he convinces her that the Omegas will be an assist in finding Dean. She doesn’t like but relents. Trouble is to stay in Dean's room, his Beta scent will help cover hers more to mollify Sam and a physical space between them for Mary.

Sam's frustrations over having not found Dean yet and his personal anxieties were intermittently fluctuating. The stresses he’s under, hardly eating, barely sleeping a couple hours a day while keeping track of people out on cases and figuring out how to help Jack adapt to not having his powers. Then there’s Nick, the mere mention of his name makes Sam shudder, let alone the traumatic physical and emotional memories dredged up by their face to face interactions.

Thankfully, there hadn’t been any real drama between Mary and Trouble. They’ve avoided each other as much as possible in the bunker.

It was really late or early, depending on how one looked at it, and Sam was still setting in the quiet library, waiting for the last couple of hunters to check in. “Sam, you’ve been here for hours, go to bed.” Trouble softly remarks as she walks up behind him gently running her fingers through his hair.

Sam closes his eyes enjoying her touch. “Just waiting on Maggie and Sharon to check in then I'll go.”

She snorts snagging his phone when it sounds, “Who you lying to? OK, their at the one star for the night. Everyone's accounted for.” Sam reaches for his phone and she dodges typing before handing it back and walking off.

“Cas is what...the hell that’s happening!” Sam gets up going after her.

“Bobby’s idea so go bitch to him mister ‘cause technically your off duty for the next twenty-four hours.” Trouble says unintimidated with him following her fuming, “Your exhausted Sam, you need a break so quit fighting and let us help.”

She stops at the shower-room door. “First, go bathe, you reek Alpha, then meet me in your room.” Sam goes from pissed off to aroused in three seconds. Trouble scents him, “Yeah right, it’s Netflix and chill...” She remarks them gives him a mischievous grin sashaying off.

Sam had been making courting overtures towards her, even though they were on a time limit, hoping he'd be awake long enough to make the most of this opportunity.

After the much needed shower Sam heads to his room in nothing but a low slung towel tosses it with his clothes into the dirty laundry hamper. Trouble came in carrying a tray of food locking the door behind her stops, inhaling sharply at the view of a completely naked Sam. He shivers as her eyes rove over him.

Sam’s not as bulked up as he was a decade ago, a leaner version still possessing a well defined upper body leading down to his flat stomach, the sharp v of his hips and those long legs. And between those legs...Swallowing hard and flushed Trouble moves setting the tray down on his bedside table as he hastily pulls on sweats and a grey t-shirt.

“Your three episodes behind in that series, figured you might want to watch it.” Trouble says grabbing his laptop and crawling onto his bed pulling up what he had been watching. “Have you seen it?” He asks sitting next to her.

“No, first your gonna eat,’ she gestures towards the tray with tomato rice soup, crackers and fruit, “then you can catch me up.”

By episode three Sam had eaten everything on the tray, brushed his teeth and was sacked out. Trouble shut the laptop down and placed it on the desk.

Turning out all the lights but a bedside one she slips back in next to Sam picking up the book she brought from the library. She’d been reading for awhile when Sam rolls over in his sleep, one leg landing between hers, arm draped across her waist and his head on her shoulder nuzzling into her neck murmuring, “back in my bed.”

As consciousness slowly filtered through the haze of extended sleep two things simultaneously get Sam’s attention, the cool scent of the Omega he’s spooning and his morning wood trapped between them.

“Must’a been a good dream,” Trouble yawns rolling onto her stomach, the sheet sliding down reliving her long legs and lower cheeks peeking out under her oversized T-shirt burying her head in the pillow mumbling “I was gonna leave after you fell asleep.”

Running a hand up the back of her thighs he pushes till she parts her legs far enough for him to touch her outer folds feeling how wet she already is before slipping two fingers into her tight channel. Trouble moans as he them slides deeper, making her wriggle against the mattress seeking friction against her clit. Sam crawls over wedging a knee between hers.

“Sam..we..sho..shouldn’t.”

Pulling his fingers out Sam moves straddling her legs, pinning them closed as he sits on her thighs stroking himself, using her slick as lubricant. Grasping her hips he starts rutting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Grunting, Sam shifts picks up momentum and with her under him, even like this, knows he’s not gonna last long. “Fuc..fuck Trouble..gonna cum…” Sam jerks back fisting his cock rapidly, cumming on her before falling forward and catches himself with one hand next to her, breathing hard. With his other hand Sam runs his fingers through his spending's rubbing it across her back.

Trouble pushes up onto her elbows looking back at him, “Dude, are you scent marking me?”

“Maybe.” Sam replies with a smug smile.

“So gross, Alpha.”

Sam was beyond frustrated and feeling sick on his drive back from Atlanta. The rumored sighting of Dean end up being a bust, another one of those crazies he’s sick of wasting his time chasing. Switching off the radio that's making his headache pound harder making him wish he was home already.

Trouble, utilizing her abilities, was able to help eliminate some of bogus reports. Unfortunately, when any of them got to close, Dean disappeared.

The last time she had him, he created some kind of feedback knocking her unconscious. Cas checked her over, telling Sam she would be fine.

When she woke up Trouble tells them she’s seeing Dean doing strange experimentation on different types of monsters using Archangel Grace and it scares the hell out of her.

That was Sam’s breaking point. He stormed through the bunker in full Alpha mode from the infirmary to Deans room, packed her duffel and hauled it to his room. Even Mary knew better than to get in his way this time.

Sam couldn’t get her off his mind anymore now he had her back in his bed. She allowed him hold her whenever they slept together but wouldn’t permit anything else since that morning.

The Lebanon City Limits sign was a welcome sight. Sam was sweating, shaky and just wanting to get home.

He arrived at the bunker wondering what the hell he had caught. Mary greeted him with a hug and frowned catching his scent. Sam played it off, saying the Beta who had one too many hits of the brown acid was ill and he must have caught it.

Another hunter handed him a bowl of soup and bad news about some gypsy vamps attaching truckers. He had them set up checkpoints and sat down to hack the traffic cams. Mary gripped his arm concerned as he’s typing but he says he‘s good. She didn't believe him but doesn’t push knowing he wasn't gonna stop.

Six hours later as he left Nicks room he felt a massive surge go through him, no longer able to ignore what was wrong and it was his own damn fault.

Sam had forgotten his suppressants and for the first time in years was going into rut. He made it to the end of the hall before passing out.

Cas had been by his friends bedside since Sam was found unconscious in one of the hallways days ago. He had been able to temporarily bring Sam's fever down and gave him sedatives to help him rest but with his age not being mated and having gone years without a rut his biology was demanding only cure, his chosen Omega.

Cas had called the Omega only getting her voicemail, left a message and began sending multiple texts.

He explained to Bobby that Mary had to leave the bunker, not only for her safety but the Betas also living there, unsure of how Sam will react to having another Alpha present when his Omega returned. Bobby found a case in Oregon that would occupy them for at least a week.

So Cas continued to do the only thing he could and watches over his friend.

Sam woke groggy from the sedatives to the strong scent of an Omega in heat pulling him to full consciousness.

Rolling onto his side he finds Trouble lying next to him naked, covered in a light sheen of sweat fitfully sleeping.

Moving to spoon her from behind he grips one leg hooking it over his rocking his hips sliding his engorged cock through her dripping folds, Half asleep she whimpers pulling out of his grip, drawing both legs to her chest. Rumbling in discontent Sam scoots behind her again, lines up and buries himself in her tight heat making her moan with pleasure, her cunt stretching around him.

Sam pulls out and hauls Trouble onto her hands and knees spreading her legs wide and sinks back in till his hips are flush against her ass. Feeling her relax around him Sam grasps her waist so tight bruises already forming and growling at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt he starts pounding his hips rapidly.

Trouble reaches out grabbing the headboard to stop Sam from shoving her into it since he has six inches and nearly seventy pounds on her and is running on his instinct to mate.

Sam's knot starts to swell he continues thrusting wildly wrenches her hips up, forcing her to arch her back more as he grunts ramming the now fully engorged knot into her cunt locking them together and falls over her back, rolling his hips as she clenches him cumming.

Sam pushes himself back upright pulling her with him, flush against chest seizes a fistful of her thick hair bends to bite deeply into her neck making Trouble cry out loudly and cum again.

As they counterbalance each other Sam runs his tongue over his mark cleaning off the seeping blood helping the wound seal up faster before shifting to lay them down on the mattress.

Feeling the tug of his knot Trouble clenches tightly around him again, sending another orgasm rippling through Sam, releasing more of his seed into her.

Sam wraps his arms around Trouble, their bodies trembling from the exertion and a feeling of immense peace he’s never had before settles within him. He places a kiss upon her shoulder as it dawns on him he’s finally being to call her his omega.

“It's just every time I think about ya know its a..its like a nightmare. I can't eat, can't sleep, it’s always just there watching.” Dean bitched as they’re walking through the hallways.

“Dean, it’s just a beard, I’ve been a little busy lately” Sam remarks back exasperated and relived to have his brother back giving him a hard time.

“Yeah well, that’s not an excuse ya know, ‘cause a.. Duck Dynasty called and they just they want it all back.”

“Some people say I look good.” Sam proudly states almost telling him why he’s really kept it.

“No..no Sam, no people say that.” Dean shakes his head.

“Duck Dynasty is a step up from Dr. Sexy in some peoples opinions,” Dean turns to counter that insult disbelieving his eyes like Sam did weeks ago.

Trouble’s leaning against the wall now sporting titian tresses that rival Rowena's.

“Good to have you back Dean,” She says giving him a hug, “and I like the beard.” Walking over to Sam she pushes him against the wall wantonly kissing in front of Dean.

Breathless, Sam touches his forehead against hers running his fingers along the flannels front, “I was looking for this shirt the other day ‘mega.”

“Hmm, my bad, suppose I need to be punished Alpha.” She teasingly remakes biting her lip as Sam purrs low in his chest sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

“You’re back together?” Dean blurts out in disbelief interrupting them.

Sam turns pulling Trouble with him, her back flush against his chest reaches up moving her hair revealing his mark.

Dean looks between them, “fucking took you long enough Sammy,” he barks before continuing down the hallway grumbling, “there better not be any more surprises.”

Sam nuzzled into her neck breathing in the new honey-vanilla scent mixing with her naturally cooler one reaches down placing his large hands protectively over her womb where their surprise is resting tenderly kissing her shoulder.

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Big Big Love pt 5

Quote:

"Your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you

Jolene"

-'Jolene,'-Dolly Parton

pt tw!: SMUT, cussing, drama, feels.

Chapter 5: No sleep 'till Brooklyn

Maia:

The best damned feeling in the world, is waking up to Dean by my side. I even like it when he's still half-asleep and groggy like he'd chugged down four sleeping pills. He wasn't awake yet so I got the idea to make him breakfast for a change, even though it was around ten o'clock. I got myself dressed, putting on a long sleeved shirt, since I get cold easy. I have chronic headaches now, so I've learned to adapt but it still sucks. The one thing I can't get over is just how incredibly sore my boobs have become. Feels like some dumb rough- 'n'-tough-toddler is handling play-doh. My bump is more noticeable, not that having this tighter long-sleeve shirt on made it any better, but I don't having anything to hide. It's not like I'm a nun trapped in a convent. This week makes 13, bye-bye first trimester. I made Dean the standard bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast with butter when I heard him coming down the stairs. He was rubbing his eyes free of the gunk that came with sleep.

He got close to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my claim-mark as a good-morning greeting.

"oooo mangia. I woke up and you weren't there. Thanks for the grub, but try not to make me worry, Love. Woah, what in the fuck are you eating?" he let go of my stomach and stared at the plate I'd made for myself. No eggs this time, because I'd grown to actually hate the nasty stuff, pregnancy symptoms I guess. On my plate was a slice of toast with butter and grape jam. Keeping the slice company was a single sausage link.

"What? You don't like my master-piece? I'm gonna try out for Hell's Kitchen once I pop. You think I could win? Where's the bloody lamb-sauce?!" I joked, poking at my mediocre cooking skills. I joke more often now, because I just want to see his face lit up again, not focus on the bad stuff for a little while.

"I think, you could kick his ass. And I could do it for you, probably cuz he'd piss me off, no-one gets to treat my wife like shit." he said shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. I smiled at him, always complimenting me, even if he probably didn't like the food I made. It's the thought that counts, right? Our food was devoured, and I set my plate down in the sink, rinsing it. The door bell rang, and oddly I was scared. I didn't want anymore outsiders coming in to this complicated den. Then again, my reaction to the mundane activity wasn't so out of place, since the attack happened.

Dean grabbed a stationed gun from underneath the kitchen sink, it's surface still sticky from being taped in place.

"I got it." he reassured me and kissed my forehead, the eggs on his breath made me nauseous. I tried not to make a sound and listen in. I peered at the front door from around the corner. Dean had his gun positioned at head-height, ready to fire through the door. He opened the door and had a reaction like he didn't believe what he was looking at. Almost like he was looking at a ghost, which he did often. He stuffed the gun into his back, under his belt, and opened the door. A woman taller than me, which basically anyone is taller than my fun-sized snickers packaging, came into Bobby's home.

Dean closed the door and I continued to stare tentatively. He'd let her inside so there isn't a threat really but I didn't know who it was and Dean had never mentioned a blonde on our nightly talks. She was really pretty to me, I've always thought of myself as inheriting all the blah genes. Her facial features and lips looked like they belonged on the statue of a Goddess. I swallowed the excess saliva that had built up. Who the hell could this broad be? Dean saw me staring and really almost cowering. I wanted to magically appear into the safety of our bed and shove the covers over my head, wanting to evaporate.

Dean waved a hand in my direction, meaning it was okay for me to come out. In all honesty I wanted to run the other way but I swallowed up my pride and came out. The golden haired woman turned, not expecting to see me.

"Hey Dean, long time no see, huh? Sam? Oh, uh, sorry. Who're you?" asked Goldie-locks. I noticed her staring at my tiny visible baby bump, accentuated by my snug shirt. I walked over to Dean, not keeping my eyes off her, and her me. As I walked past, I smelled her scent, subtly sweet a marshmallow aroma. I took Dean's hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. She raised her eyebrows, getting the picture. Poor Dean looked like he had to diffuse a pipe-bomb.

"Uh. Jo, this is Maia. Maia, Jo. Jo is an old hunter friend of the family." Jo scoffed and crossed her arms firmly on her chest.

"So I'm just a friend now. Is that it? You know he may seem charming now, but he isn't telling you the whole truth." she snapped back.

Dean tightened his grip on my hand, she'd struck a nerve. He was about to say something to her but a creak of the stairs behind us made us all look to see who'd been up. The Mountain clad in Pinewood aroma. He brushed his luscious bed thrashed locks out of his face.

"Jo?" He asked not believing what he was seeing, either.

She gave him a short wave and a shrug of her shoulders, "Hey, it's been a while." He bounded down the stairs further and toward her, cupping her face in his massive hands not caring that he was pressing her hair against her face also, and kissed her like he hadn't seen her in centuries.

My eyebrows rose. I turned to Dean,

"Okay, then. Uh, what the fuck is happening??" Dean bent down to kiss my forehead and gave my belly a gentle stroke.

"Yeah, everyone has a lot of catching up to do." He said. We all piled into the kitchen area, I sat myself on a kitchen chair, slowly because of the way my center of gravity had changed now. Even though I was only 13 weeks pregnant, I could feel the subtle yet crucial changes my body was making.

Sam leaned up against the kitchen counter after lifting Jo in his arms and setting her down on the counter. Well this is incredibly awkward. There is obviously a thing going on between them, and from the sight of it, it looks pre-established. I didn't see a claim mark, maybe she wasn't an Omega? But that marshmallow-ed scent I caught of her earlier, it was still sweet. Only 'Megas have sweet scents. Jo smiled wide for Sam, until she caught glance of me from across the room, if looks could kill I'd be having a miscarriage right now.

What kind of wild stick is stuck so far up your ass, lady? I didn't know what her deal was but to twist that thorn in a little deeper I caressed my bump. Fuck you.

Dean came back with Bobby, who sat in his rolling desk chair, naturally. Nobody comes between Bobby and his chair. Bobby took a big swig from his canteen, probably some kind of alcohol in there, and set his feet on his desk, lounging. Dean descended into the basement to get the feathered member of the family.

Bobby coughed a bit, "Well I'll be damned, I thought I'd never see the likes of another Harvelle walk my floors. Idjits." Castiel came up from his cave and Dean followed sitting next to me in another kitchen chair, blocking Jo's sinister stares from mine. Cas decided to lean up against a bare piece of drywall.

"How are you here? We thought you'd died?" Sam interjected.

Jo gave the room a saddened and breathy chuckle, her eyes become glassy.

"Mom, she uh. Took a huge hit for the team. We got ambushed by those damned Hellhounds. I got scratched up pretty bad but she had the idea to be decoy. I fought with her until that last second. Barely made it out before she lit that fucking hardware store up like fourth of July." Jo explained wiping a tear from her eyes before it could fall.

What are Hellhounds? Dean hasn't mentioned those. Speak of the devil, he shifted in his seat and spoke.

"Jo, we watched that place go up. We didn't see anyone come out. I'm real sorry 'bout Ellen."

I leaned forward in my chair a bit. Everyone's scents made me feel like I was out in the middle of an angry ocean. Dean noticed my uneasiness and took his first layer off, being sure to rub it on his neck and give it to me. I put my arms through the sleeves, backwards and inhaled. Mmm, I do love your Whiskey. I swallowed harshly, but I'll be alright for a little while. I really don't want to lose the breakfast I just ate. Jeez how do other Omegas do this?

Somehow I could feel the tension in the air. Jo was practically rubbernecking me. She cleared her throat rather rudely and answered Dean's question.

"I bailed out the front while all the Hellhounds barreled inside at once. That bitch Meg didn't catch me, Thank God. I would have let you guys know sooner if I didn't have to do months of rehab and odd jobs to get myself back into hunting." She explained crossing her legs.

Meg. That's a demon, a real bitch from what Dean's told me. I hope I never meet her.

"So I was just in the area, took care of a vamp nest near by, do you guys mind if I crash here for a couple of weeks?" Jo asked.

"You're always welcome here, you know that." Dean said. The culmination of the scents was really getting to me even with Dean's freshly scented shirt. I covered my mouth and rose from my chair. I walked to the threshold of the hallway, my goal being the stairs. Dean rose from his seat, wanting to help me. I threw out a hand,

"No, I'm fine. You go catch up with your friend." reluctantly he sat back down. I trudged upstairs being sure not to make any fast movements. I ascended to the refuge of our bed. I curled up on my side as much as my belly would allow. I hugged Dean's pillow close to my body, the scent being much stronger. My headache lessened and the waves of nausea melted away. I didn't realize I had dozed off to sleep. But it wasn't a surprise since Dean's Whiskey puts me to sleep faster than anything besides probably 'the good shit' the doctors give you before a surgery.

I woke up to an argument, from the floor below me. It sounded like it was in Bobby's study. Me being the curious cat that I was, couldn't resist wanting to catch a few sentences. I made my way down the steps, they didn't notice I was listening. I had my back up against a wall.

"Do I mean anything to you, Dean?!" Jo jabbed.

"'Course you do. We used to date. But things are way different now. And it's almost like, oh yeah, we thought you checked out! You can't blame me for moving on." Dean was angry.

"You claimed her? How long have you even known her?" Jo interjected.

"A few months. Why does it matter? Maia and I don't have anything to do with you. You're the one who broke up with me and went waltzing off to Sam, remember?"

"A few months. Months?! What about that kid in her stomach? If it's yours, by God! Don't make me carve you up." she avoided the Sam comment.

"Oh, so it's a crime to have some shot at normal now?" Dean said.

"Answer the question, Dean! Is it yours or not?!" her voice started to crack.

"Yeah. The pup is mine. You don't know what kind of Hell she's been through. So I'm trying to make the best of this." said Dean in my defense.

"Good God, you really are the Casanova I thought you were." she bit back.

"Jo, I'm sorry but you're a huge drop in the bucket. She's the best thing I have going for me, don't think I wouldn't lay down my life for that. You need to chill the fuck out, you haven't even met the girl. Just give her a chance, she's a great person." Dean tried to reconcile with her.

"There you go again, pounding on that chest of yours. Look at me, I'm Pack leader, Alpha of Alphas. What a joke. I'll stay for as long as I have to, but I don't want to see her at all. Once I'm done with my three weeks here, you won't be seeing me again." Jo said tersely.

"You know do you care about my brother at all? Just a little bit? 'cuz I don't think he can take another heartbreak. It'll kill him." Dean asked trying to swing back on the Sam issue.

"In the beginning no, but I've grown to like him, really. So At least my time here won't be so grueling, with your mistress around." Jo snapped.

"Watch your tongue, and she's my wife, not no mistress. Why the Hell are you so hung up on her anyway, Jo?" he asked.

Jo laughed as if he was asking the stupidest question in the world.

"Here I was, thinking I was making it obvious for your thick-head. I want to be her, Dean. I wanted you, wouldn't mind a pup either. But you, I wanted you to be my mate. And every-time she walks in all I can think about is what I'm missing out on." Jo's voice was cracking wildly, like she was on the verge of tears.

At that point I'd heard more than enough. I wanted to escape from the whole situation for a little while. Even though Dean was doing his best to defend my honor, I was still crazily upset at what she was saying. She didn't know me, if she wanted to be me so badly, I doubt she would have wanted all my other baggage back at the Mill. I opened the front door and slammed it with everything I had. I mall-walked down one of the trails that leads away from Bobby's house to a small lake with a bench.

Dean was running and yelling after me, but I didn't want to talk to anyone, not even him. I reached the bench and sat my hormonal ass down on it. The lake was pretty with the fiery sunset reflecting off it's surface. Dean sat next to me, and held my hand. I tried to hide my tears but failed miserably, wiping them with the cuff of my sleeve. He waited patiently for me to make the first move.

"Hi. I had to take a walk, going stir-crazy in that damn house, you know?" I told him, I want to avoid the subject.

"Sorry 'bout her. Didn't think she could be such a bitch. She's stubborn though, gets that from Ellen." He brushed a few awry strands of my chestnut hair away from my face, taken by the current of the wind. "How much did you hear?" he asked, getting to the good stuff.

"Enough. If I'm that much of an issue, maybe I don't need to be here?" I said thinking through all my options. Dean let his hand cup my cheek to bring my face to his and let those green green eyes speak for him.

"Like Hell. You're staying, We're staying. Motel to motel, that's no way to live. I know it from personal experience. Jo can take a hike after she's done cooling off that hothead o hers. Are you hungry?" he asked, offering to make me something to eat. I shook my head, no. he gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips. Man, he sure knows how to make me melt.

We came back into the house after enjoying the scenery, just listening and watching the wildlife around us. My favorite is the abundance of tiny birds, around the tree line. I swallowed hard not wanting to face this odd woman. Bite the bullet, Maia! I sucked in a breath and hardened my face. Nothing this woman says is gonna hurt me or make me feel guilty for just existing. I can't let her talk me down like that. I opened the door and she was sitting on the first, very bottom step to the stairs. She had her hands in her head, her perfect gold locks flowing down.

She lifted her head revealing her red face, eyes puffy and cheeks wet with salty tears. Dean closed the door and she stood.

"Oh God, I’m really really sorry for all that shit I said, I. I've been so screwed up since Mom died. I don't even know you and I was too quick to judge. Can we start over?" she asked getting closer to me and holding out her hand for me to shake. I stared at her palm and then jutted my eyes to her hers before shaking her hand lightly but firm.

"The name's Jo Harvelle. Hunter at large. Pleased to me ya." she said in a sing-song tone as best she could having just bawled her eyes out. I smiled at her.

"Hiya, Jo. I'm Maia, uh Winchester now huh? I don't think I'm gonna get used to that for a while. I'd love to chat 'n' all but I'm running on fumes. Okay if we start off on new footing tomorrow?" I asked, feeling a sudden and strong wave of lethargy. Kiddo, how long are you gonna wear me down like this?

"Oh, um. Sure, no problem. Of course. Nice meeting you." she said her eyesight dipping down to my tummy before quickly coming back to my face.

"Likewise. G'night." I told her. She returned the favor. Dean followed me upstairs pressing a firm hand against my back, lightly. She let us retreat to the safety of our bedroom until she entered the second floor hallway knocking on Sam's bedroom door to the tune of Knockin' on heaven's door by Guns 'n' Roses. Sam let her in with a cheerful Hello before closing the door.

Dean stared in the direction of his brother's door. Even though he couldn't see it, with our door closed. He snapped out of his thought process and hugged me, pressing my belly gently to his body and kissed my forehead. He hummed into the loving gesture.

"Let bygones be bygones?" he questioned still unsure of the tension between Me and Jo. I let the corner of my mouth form a half smile, a kind of smirk.

"For now. Not really looking forward to our talk tomorrow." I said putting my head into his chest.

"Mmmm. I can play referee." Dean suggested.

"Sure. Do you have some of those yellow penalty flags? We might need them, if illegally passes the line of scrimmage." I laughed at my corny joke. And his chest chuckled, moving my head slightly.

We settled in to bed, after he and I brushed our teeth for the night. He insisted on doing everything at the same time, or in that same ballpark. It was very cute but it was also starting to get on my nerves. But I let that thought pass me by. I love our bed. It's the best feeling to have our scents mingle and meander in the most perfect way. Night time came and even though I was drained I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep properly. Dean and I were watching old re-runs of Law & Order when I felt it.

My hand immediately went to my stomach. Dean watched.

"Little Bean causin' trouble?" he inquired. I smiled at his direction.

"I think Bean just moved." I thought I'd never feel this again after the Mill. My eyes started to sting up with tears but I blinked them down and away. I really didn't want to cry anymore today, or ever.

"Oh, no way! I need to feel some action." he said he face lighting up like bright Christmas lights. His warm hand slipped under my cotton tank top, trying to catch even the slightest movement. The grin on his face turned to a frown before bringing his head to my belly to talk.

"What? You'll wiggle for Mom but not me?" he asked my bump. I laughed at him, how can an Alpha be this damned adorable? His head turned to look at my face.

"Oh, I see. You two are tag-teamin' me." he assumed jokingly. This comment only made me laugh harder.

"No, Dean. It's just too soon for you to feel it, unless this kid was inside you. You won't feel anything." I told him factually. He frowned and groaned.

"Bummer. Well, Little Bean, hurry up and get to kickin', I can't wait to feel that." he gave my bump a soothing rub with his thumb before kissing it.

Dean came back up to give me another peck, on the cheek this time before settling into his usual spot. The night was still young and near midnight, I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep but I was in this half-asleep half-awake state. I was already frustrated that I couldn't go to bed. I needed to sleep. And I got even more frustrated once I heard the distinct banging of the headboard coming from Sam's room, and the moaning.

Dean was awake and chuckling to himself. I turned on my side to face him.

"Couldn't sleep without them. Now I really can't with all the slam-dancin'" I said.

"Don't be jealous. Haha, you're blushing." he commented, averting his attention from the popular crime show.

"Gods dammit, I have to do something about this." I threw the covers off me and straddled myself on Dean's legs. A wave of want washed over me. I kissed him, passionately, letting my tongue explore his mouth. He ran his hand through the back of my hair, keeping our lips locked. His other hand stroking my thigh. I was getting better at breathing through my nose, and made this kiss last longer. Good Gods, French kissing Dean made me so friggin' horny. I started to moan, letting myself be overcome by love.

I took off his shirt. And ran kissed and little nibbles down his chiseled out chest. I undid the button of his jeans with a satisfying pop. I unzipped his jeans with my teeth and wrapped my fingers around the hem of them pulling them down slow. I was gonna make this last, eye for an eye, my love.

I could smell his intense whiskey coming from beneath his boxers. I could drown in that scent. I pulled his jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them to the floor. I trailed sweet kisses up and down his already hardened length. His breathing became jagged. I giggled against him. Point two, Maia. I could feel my core, getting wetter by the second.

I grabbed the elastic of his boxers and took them down slow with my teeth, just like he did to me, revealing his pulsing member. I squeezed the base with my hand where his knot would be, currently un-popped. But I'd make quick work of that. I took his length into my mouth. It was surprisingly uncomfortable, and I couldn't get it all the way in. I've never done anything like this before. But I just had this insatiable want to pleasure my mate.

"Fuck!" he bit back. I bobbed my head a bit and traced circles on his head, making him jump underneath me. Apparently he liked what I was doing. He grabbed onto my hair just hard enough to where he didn't hurt me. I continued my work on him and before he could release himself in my mouth he pushed my head off him.

I would have let him do it, I wanted our sexual relationship to be a two lane road. I guess maybe he thought doing such a thing would be below my honor. Such a gentleman. My face was red hot among my baking loins. He French-kissed me, harder than I had done with him. It only made me want him more. He took my tank top off and my underwear and placed a hand in the small of my back, lifting me up with ease before setting me down on the bed. He sucked at my claim-mark. Ugh that was just one of the more sensitive places on my body.

I moaned out effortlessly. He trailed kissed down my middle and very gently kissed my bump.

"Cover your ears Little Bean, Daddy needs to make Momma feel good." although that comment was super cute, it initially made my body more aflame with passion.

He went down on me, his tongue making expert work in-between my folds. To brace myself I clutched his short hair. How was he so good at this?? I felt a tad guilty for cumming first, my mind left in a passion laced haze, my chest heaving with every breath, keeping up with the intense thumping of my heart. I wanted him to enter me, I would have been happy with just half-way. It wasn't going to hurt Little Bean that way. But he'd stopped a somber expression on his face. He still felt guilty for his feral activities. He finished himself off in the bathroom and joined me back in bed, returning his clothes to his naked form.

Sam and Jo's love making went on well into the night, but nonetheless I was able to drift to sleep due to the natural dopamine chemicals that were streaming across my brain from our pleasuring.

The next morning I woke up late at around 11a.m. I was only able to down some toast minus the jam this time. I didn't feel like eating much. But I made sure to make a mental note to eat more once lunch dinner time hit. I need to eat, for you Little Bean. Jo and Sam were down in the kitchen already, making each other breakfast. Dean and I sat with our food at the small kitchen table. Jo's hair was wrapped in a scrunchie. It really sucks that I can't have coffee or even tea. I hadn't even started the day yet and I was feeling like I'd been hit by a MAC truck.

I noticed something on Jo's neck that hadn't been there the night before, a fresh claim-mark. I pointed to it and gave her a thumbs up in between bites of toast. Jo blushed wildly. Looks like Dean and I aren't the only couple occupying these dusty walls. All Sam could do was smile from ear to ear. Dean noticed it too and gave his brother a Dude! And high fived him. Such strange creatures men are, especially Alphas. After breakfast Dean and Sam gave us space and time to talk.

I managed to find an outdated bag of mint tea, no caffeine but it would calm my unsettled stomach. I didn't really want to talk about my past, but it's only fair that I did since she was doing the same. She told me her story. How she met the boys, her first hunt against the ghost of Henry H. Holmes, America's first serial killer. I started with my beginning at the Gas-n-Sip I worked at until now. I didn't leave out any details. I told her about my rape, the pup I'd carried for such a short time, the beatings, and my Galahad-Dean.

By the end of my story she was in tears, her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I can't believe I said all those nasty things about you, having heard all of that." She embraced me and for the first time I felt like I'd had this odd Omega friendship between her. But like anything with any relationship it would have to be nurtured by time. We're practically the same age so that helps too. I was born on June 10th of 1985, her birthday is April 7th of that same year. She likes a lot of country music. Which I'm not particularly fond of although I do like a handful of songs.

Jo excused herself from the table after an afternoon of talking up a storm. Real, heart to heart kind of talks. She had gone outside the front porch for some fresh air or something like that I didn't quite catch what she'd said. Dean and Sam had come back into the kitchenette to check on their women when the front door flung open. Jo closed it with haste and locked all the locks, she was frantic.

"Big problem!" she said in her frenzy and put a picture down on the tiny excuse for a kitchen table. I caught a whiff of Cigar smoke on her. The picture was of Dean and I the day prior by the lake on the bench. Dean was shocked but bawled his fists angrily. As far as I knew Jo didn't smoke. She flipped the photo over a note written in red ink.

Bet a Winchester pup would sell for a pretty penny. Don't you think, Magdalena? Felix had been watching us, watching me. His scent was on our front porch ignoring the warding. No. I can't go back. He can't take my baby. Sweat beaded at the base of my neck. Magdalena, his fucked up nick-name for me. Anything but this. I'm in a pack where I can finally be myself. I have a husband, a friend, and a baby. I can't lose all that I've built here. My feet ran me to the kitchen sink, unable to make it to the downstairs bathroom. I'd vomited into the sink.

End chapter 5.

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moosekateer13 · 4 years ago

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Genie in a Bottle Masterlist

For @cockslut-padalecki 's Not My Ninth Challenge

Trope: Aristocratic Society

Song: Christina Aguilera’s Genie in a bottle

Alpha! Sam x Omega (Alpha) reader

Warnings: Angst, A/B/O, Smut, Witchcraft, Old Fashioned views, Fluff

Word Count :1900 (excluding summary & warnings)

Summary:

In France's Mévouiret aristocracy society it is frowned upon to be an omega. If a female presents as one they are expected to fall in-line and become housewives.

So Y/N uses magic to hide her true nature. Her childhood friends Sam and Dean have no idea that their friend is Omega.

They think she's an alpha like them.

Since Sam presented a couple of decades ago Y/N 's been wanting to let the spell wane.

Inspired by Christina Aguilera’s Genie in a Bottle

I feel like I've been locked up tight. For a century of lonely nights

Waiting for someone to release me. You're lickin' your lips

And blowing kisses my way. But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away

Baby, baby, baby (Baby baby baby...)

Part:1 Part: 2 Part: 3

#genie in a bottle #Alpha! Sam Winchester x Omega (Alpha) ! reader #Alpha! Dean Winchester x OFC Omega! Holy Winchester #notmyninth #cockslut-padalecki #ne-gans #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer 13 #angst #a/b/o #smut #witchcraft #old-fashioned views #fluff

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cherrypiebbyblog · 5 years ago

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“The System: The Missing Pieces”

Chapter 2 The System

Pairing: Alpha Sam Winchester x Omega original female character

Warning: language, and blood

Note: I’m sorry it’s very late but I hope you still enjoy and remember request are open. And don’t be afraid to ask me something I’m always bored!!

Saturday July 13, 2019 11:27 pm

Gwen was terrified. She knew that just by being in the Winchester bunker she was in danger. She had heard the horror stories of the three alphas that ran the sector and she knew that if nothing else, be terrified of Sam Winchester. Her parents had her life planned out for her and when the Winchesters were looking for omegas she was one of the first to be admitted.

Gwen was completely aware of the life she would endure being an omega. She was never left in the dark about her future and the life of being a mate and a mother to pups was something she always looked forward to. She wanted that life to take care of pups and be in love with a mate that loved her back more than life itself.

Now, she was scared , she didn't know if her life would be like that. For the first time she didn't know what would happen next and the thought of not knowing how her life would turn out now made her nauseous. Her room was nice at least, it was small and quaint she felt at home. She knew it would make a perfect nest but that didn't settle the uneasiness she felt. She needed to stop worrying about the things that she didn't know and focus on the things that she did.

She knew that she could die, she knew that Sam was much older than she was, so maybe he wouldn't be interested, and she knew that her room was the last room before entering the Winchester's hallway.

It was the middle of the night and she heard shuffling coming from outside her room. The voices sounded of two people arguing, she slipped out of her room and made her way to her door. She then put her ear to the door to hear my clearly and could distinctively her out the voices coming from the other side of the door "Sammy, this has to stop, look at all this blood man!" Dean was so angry she could tell from outside the door just how pissed he was.

The blood she heard him say blood. He did it, he killed again Gwen knew what dean was referring to. Gwen could feel the sweat starting to form on her forehead and her hand moved toward her mouth to muffle her sounds of terror. The voices and grunting came back as she open her door slightly to look through the crack "Listen it's not that big of a deal I can stop anytime I'd like. It's not a problem for me and you were the one that said you would help me so stop complaining and start scrubbing."Sam huffed out and began to clean some more and after that she gently shut the door and ran across the room to jump in bed. She had never seen so much blood in one place. That poor girl, Gwen couldn't even imagine what had happened in that room tonight. She didn't even hear any screams or cries for help.She prayed that night that neither Winchester caught her staring at the massacre they were cleaning up. She could be the next pile of blood that Sam would leave behind.

Sunday July 14, 2019 6:00 am

"What is with all the omegas?" Sam immediately asked when he and Dean enter his father's office. "Sammy, I literally just told you why they were here, were you not listening?" "I wanna here it from him, now can you quit whining like a bitch in heat." John had seen this bickering from them many times before and thought it would be best not to engage.

"Ok Sam, if Dean already told you what they were here for then listen to him and Dean quit whining. Now both of you quit that bullshit and listen!" A small "ok sir" came from both boys they sunk into the office chairs.

"Ok now, today Sam you'll be training the new omegas we need all to be train as hunters and Dean we have you'll be taking over the office while I’m at the capitol today."

Both men immediately sit up and start rambling "Why the hell am I training omegas? What the fuck am I supposed to do with them!" Sam was pissed, he couldn't spend his entire day training omegas. What would he even teach them? Fighting, lore, weapons?

There was to much to teach and these teenage idiots were not cut out for the life of a hunter. "Dad, why does he get to train them? And why are you going to the capitol?"

"Why I'm going is no ones business but mine. And Sam doesn't have know everything like you do. So once again Sam will be training the new omegas whilst Dean will take over the office that is an order, you are both now dismissed." "Oh before you go Sam, there is a binder I set aside for you in training room B everything will be needed to train the omegas is in there" Dean had already left by that point and out of Sam's eyesight be the time he came out of his father's office.

"Oh before you go Sam, there is a binder I set aside for you in training room B everything will be needed to train the omegas is in there" Dean had already left by that point and out of Sam's eyesight be the time he came out of his father's office.

Sam knew that letting him near this many omegas was a bad idea for everyone. Its almost like his dad was testing him. As Sam made his way to training room B he noticed the door already open and the lights on.

Opening the door more he sees the back of an short blonde omega flipping through the training binder. Not noticing that someone else was in the room he makes his way right behind her and quickly wraps his arms behind her and covers her mouth.

“Now, I’m almost positive that you are not supposed to be here.”

@netaelex

@defenderrosetyler

#supernatural fanfiction #abo dynamics #alpha!sam x omega!reader #dean winchester #spn fanfic #john winchester #abo #sam winchester #spn #supernatural #sam x ofc

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welldonebeca · 3 years ago

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This Damn Season - Masterlist

Summary: Dean picks up two lost bunny girls during mating season. The Winchester brothers are about to have a lot of fun riding their ruts with those twins in heat. Pairing: Wolf!Dean Winchester x Athena “Thea”, the Bunny (OFC), Wolf!Sam Winchester x Aphrodite “Dittie”, the Bunny (OFC) Warnings: Dub-con, Alpha/Omega dynamics (Sam and Dean are Alphas, the girls are Omegas), Degrading/humiliation kink, mating cycles, fingering, oral sex, spanking, praise kink, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Gentle Alpha/Dom Sam Winchester, Rough Dom/Alpha Dean Winchester, Shameless Smut, Semi-public sex...

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Epilogue

The Bunny Way

Summary: Over a year after the mating season that started their growing family, Sam and Dean are still trying to understand and learn their bunny's culture. Their twin bunnies had a lot to teach them. Maybe the bunny way was the best way.

Coming to Tumblr in February!

Chapter 1 on Patreon (3rd of February on Tumblr)

Chapter 2 (31st of December on Patreon) (10th of February on Tumblr)

Chapter 3 (7th of January on Patreon) (17th of February on Tumblr)

Chapter 4 (14th of January on Patreon) (24th of February on Tumblr)

Chapter 5 (21st of January on Patreon) (3rd of March on Tumblr)

Chapter 6 (28th of January on Patreon) (10th of March on Tumblr)

Chapter 7 (4th of February on Patreon) (17th of March on Tumblr)

Chapter 8 (11th of February on Patreon) (24th of March on Tumblr)

Chapter 9 (18th of February on Patreon) (31st of March on Tumblr)

#This Damn Season series #Sam Winchester fanfiction #Sam Winchester smut #Sam Winchester x OFC #Sam Winchester x OFC smut #Sam Winchester x OFC fanfiction #Sam Winchester x Reader #Sam Winchester x Reader fanfiction #Sam Winchester x Reader smut #Dean Winchester fanfiction #Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x Reader #Dean Winchester x Reader fanfiction #Dean Winchester x Reader smut #Dean Winchester x OFC #Dean Winchester x OFC fanfiction #Dean Winchester x OFC smut #Alpha Dean Winchester fanfiction #Sam Dean Winchester fanfiction

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years ago

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Wincest (+Others) Masterlist

A Very French Mistake

Summary: Dean is magically transported by Balthazar to the alternate reality where Supernatural is a TV show, and Sam and Dean are played by Jared and Jensen. Everything about the experience is a rude awakening. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Jared Padalecki Rating: 18+ Warnings/Tags: Pseudo-Incest, But not really because Jared isn’t Sam, but also Dean has incestuous thoughts, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Role Playing, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex Word Count: 2.3k (oneshot)

Alpha and Omega

Summary: Amara wants to thank Dean by giving him the thing he needs most – Sam – but she knows the boys are stubborn, so she’s going to have to be creative. Problem is, she doesn’t tell Dean or Sam what she’s put in motion, and magic can be unpredictable. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: A/B/O, Darkness magic, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Sam, Dub-Con (magic hallucination sex), heat out of control, Dub-Con (biological necessity), little bit of meta (cuz why not), Sam’s a needy mess, Dean is possessive af Word Count: 7.3k (double shot)

Always With the Scissors

Summary: He knows it makes him sound a little creepy... okay, a lot creepy – okay, he is actually a full-on creep – but he never cums harder than he does when he's inside a girl his little brother's just fucked. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader / Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sloppy seconds, voyeurism, angst, objectification of women, slut shaming, dirty talk, cum play, pining!Dean Word Count: 2.9k (oneshot)

Baby

Summary: On their trip to Oregon, Sam had been dropping some pretty big hints that he's looking for something more in his life, someone else to share it with. Dean has always felt like they were that person for each other, and now it finally sounds like Sam is catching up. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 13+ Tags: first kiss, flangst, brothers being idiots Word Count: 1.8k (oneshot)

Could be longer

Summary: Dean and Sam go shopping and wind up in a sex store.Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sex store, sex toys, dirty talk Word Count: 1.2k (oneshot)

Dean and Crowley’s Summer of Love

Summary: Sam wants his brother back, and Crowley’s willing to make a deal. Pairing: Wincest / Mooseley Rating: 18+ Tags: crack, omegaverse, Alpha!Crowley, Omega!Sam, Demon!Dean, mentions of Wincest Word Count: 650 (drabble)

Dirty Dancing

Summary: Dean buys Sam a lap dance for as a surprise his eighteenth birthday, but when Sam arrives back at the motel room and finds Pamela and Dean waiting for him, there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. Dean’s booked a little more than just a lap dance, and now the boys are in for a night they’ll never forget. Pairing: Dean x Sam x Pamela / Dean x Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Pamela, Unpresented!Sam, Omega!Dean, Sam is 18, Happy Birthday Sam, Dean buys Sam a lap dance, Dean has a voyeur kink, Voyeurism, Lap Dance, Stripping, Prostitution, Dry Humping, P in V, Masturbation, P in A, Knotting, First Time Word Count: 5.1k (oneshot)

Dive Bar

Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined. Pairing: Dean x Sam [Dean x OFC (Dany) x Sam (brief) / Sam x Brady (past) / Sam x OMC (Chase) (brief)] Rating: 18+ Tags: angst, mutual pining, gay panic, incest panic, stubborn idiots, coming to terms with sexuality, alcohol, cheesy flirting, slow burn, bi!Sam, bi-curiosity, masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, threesome, M/F/M, Dom!Sam, Sub!Dean (kinda), top!Sam, bottom!Dean Word Count: 31.5k

Dog Dean Afternoon

Summary: The spell worked a little differently than they’d anticipated. Pairing: Sam x Dean (as a dog) Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bestiality Tags: Established Wincest, weirdly fluffy start, then it all goes downhill pretty fast from there, bottom Sam, top Dean, dog!Dean, Sam has a bestiality kink, dirty talk, knotting, dead dove do not eat Word Count: 2.8k

Fallen

Summary: Sam was sick of being on hunter’s probation, and Dean agrees to finally let him off the hook and let him have a bit more prerogative – make what they have more of a partnership. But now that Sam’s kicked off the training wheels, he remembers something else Dean told him he could do when he grew up, and now he can’t get it out of his head. Pairing: Sam x Dean Warnings: Incest, Brief allusion to suicide, memory of underage kiss Tags: wincest, mutual pining, idiot brothers, trust issues, angst, guilt, kissing Word Count: 1,105

Family Affairs

Summary: When Y/N turns eighteen, it’s time for her to be introduced to the family business their father abandoned them with. Unfortunately, Sam and Dean have different ideas about how best to use her talents, and Y/N isn’t sure she likes either option. Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: Dark, PornStar AU, Grooming, Incest, References to underage witnessing of sexual acts/watching of porn, Prostitution Word Count: 11.1k

Free Use

Summary: A one night stand with a handsome stranger turns into a much longer term arrangement. Pairing: Wincest x Reader Warnings: incest (brothers), implied captivity/non con Tags: one night stand, blow job, fingering, daddy kink, car sex, tattoos, free use WC: 1,000

Good Influence (Part 3)

Summary: Jody thinks having Sam and Dean around is a good influence on Claire and Alex. Claire has stopped acting so aggressively and Alex is starting to come out of her shell a little more; if only she knew the real reason why… Pairing: Dean x Claire x Alex x Sam Tags: Wincest, Daddy Kink, first lesbian experience, lots of making out, voyeurism, everyone is subby af for Dean, especially Sam, Claire is a slut, Alex is a slut in training, thigh riding, oral (f and m rec) p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulge, Dean likes souvenirs WC: 4.7k

Gotcha

Summary: Y/N has got a mission topside and she needs the help of a special gun to take care of it. Retrieving the gun could be tricky, but she’s always wanted to meet the Winchesters. Pairing: Demon!Reader x Wincest Rating: 18+ Warnings: Dub Con / Coercion Tags: Demonic Possession, Hypnotism, Gun Kink, Mentions of Medical Kink, Dirty Talk, Unsafe Sex, Oral Sex, Manual Stimulation Word Count: 1,224

It Was All A Dream

Summary: Dean hasn’t slept with Sam since he became Ezekiel’s vessel – he doesn’t want an audience, y’know? – but Sam doesn’t understand what’s stopping him. Pairing: Sam x Dean | Gadreel!Sam (Ezekiel!Sam) x Dean Rating: 18+ Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Magical Paralysation Tags: Gadreel and Ezekiel are the same person, Dean doesn’t know it’s not Zeke, insecure Sammy, bottom!Sam/top!Dean, top!Gadreel/bottom!Dean, heavenly grace lube, paralysation Word Count: 1,528

Paint It Black

Summary: Sam and Dean flesh out an angry Italian ghost from a Massachusetts church and discover secrets about each other in the process. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 16+ Tags: wax play, unholy thoughts in church, incest, making out, angst Word Count: 3.8k

Sin

Summary: Sam comes back from Hell and goes to pay Dean and his new girlfriend a visit. Dean is overjoyed that Sam is back in the land of the living, but he can't shake the feeling something is wrong. Pairing: Dean x Reader | Sam x Reader | Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: Dub-con, threesome, cuckolding, dirty talk, praise kink, Dean likes pegging, Sam is aware Word Count: 2k

The View

Summary: A little snippet of what life in the bunker looks like as Dean recovers from his accident in the barn. Pairing: Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: fix it fic, post finale, Dean didn’t die, Jack wasn’t a fan of that ending, flirting, hurt/comfort, fluffy-ish, smut Word Count: 1k

#wincest #sam x dean #dean x sam #sam winchester #dean winchester #idiot brothers #bros being bros

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years ago

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This is an 18+ NSFW blog. Minors, Do Not Interact!

Supernatural Masterlist

📝 = ask/request

🏳️‍🌈gender neutral reader

🏳️‍🌈Blood in Heaven and Hell Dean x OFC x Sam. No Wincest. Poly/ENM. Warnings per chapter! Fluff. Crack. Smut. NSFW/18+. Show level violence and more. On Hiatus.

🏳️‍🌈OFC Inserts (Set AFTER BIHH) Dean X OFC X Sam. Dean x Cas. Sam x OFC. Dean x OFC. No wincest. Poly/ENM. Fluff. Smut. Crack. Warnings per fanfic!

Worldbuilding series. Background information on stories that either are or could be published on ao3 and tumblr.

🏳️‍🌈Romancing the Hunter (ao3) Poly triad/ENM. Destiel x AFAB enby psychic witch hunter Reader. Set after S15E19.

Domestic Destiel series (ao3 link)

Domestic Destiel #1 Fluff. Crack. Smut! NSFW. 18+.

Coffee No pairing.Dean, Reader. Crack.

Kiss Destiel. Fluff. Implied smut.

📝 Vampires in New York Dean x Reader. Fluff. Show level violence. Rated T.

📝 Checkers Jody Mills, Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves. Fluff. Crack.

📝 Magic dust Dean x Reader. Fluff. Smut. NSFW/18+.

📝 Of mice and men No pairing. Dean, Sam, Castiel. Angst. A bit of Crack. Fluff. Rated Gen.

📝 Glomping Destiel. Crack. Implied smut. Rated M.

🏳️‍🌈Imagine waking up in the middle of the night (Dean x GN!Reader) Fluff. Rated Gen.

📝 Ruin (Dean x F!Reader) Fluff.

Pie (No pairing. Gif Story) Crack.

Smile (Sam x Reader) Fluff. Rated T.

📝 Sam x fem!reader with high pain tolerance Rated T. (Ask/Request) Fluff/Slight Angst. TW: Unknown Injury due to high pain tolerance.

🏳️‍🌈The Throuple. (destiel x reader) Implied smut. Established relationship. D/S undertones. Rated M.

Alternate Scene Ending for 11x03 The Bad Seed Destiel. First kiss. Canon divergence. rated M.

📝 AU. Sam x Female Reader. Angst and Fluff and Smut. Happy Ending. NSFW/18+. Rated E.

Rated E. Destiel. Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean. Mating. Smut. 18+.

Happy Valentines’ Day (2024). Destiel. Celebrating 3rd wedding anniversary. Led Zepplin. Ao3 link Rated Gen.

Prompt: You accidentally cross a witch, and she curses you, saying “You can only speak lies”. Unfortunately, this makes it so you can only say the word “lies”, and the witch admits she’s an apprentice that screwed up the spell. Now you’ve teamed up with her to figure out how to undo it. By @writing-prompt-s Rated G. Destiel.

Fledgling Castiel tries to fly with Archangel Gabriel. Balthazar sasses the whole time. Rated Gen.

Continued story of Fledgling Castiel series. Enjoy!

🏳️‍🌈Rated M for partial nudity, implied smut, and dialogue. Destiel/Reader. They /them pronouns for Gender Neutral Reader. Polyamory. A/B/O. Alpha Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester/Omega Reader.

🏳️‍🌈 Beau Arlen x GN!Reader. They/them Pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt 👆. Angst.

🏳️‍🌈 Dean Winchester x GN!Reader. They/them pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt: 👆. Angst.

Destiel (Cas x Dean) arguing who’s the best boyfriend while Sam is fighting vampires. Rated Gen. Prompt. Crack. Angst. AO3 LINK.

🏳️‍🌈 Castiel’s wings (Castiel x Reader). Castiel gets hurt saving you. Prompt. Hurt/Comfort. A touch of angst. Second POV (You).

📝 Request by Anon. Dean x Female Reader. Bar AU.

Don’t Provoke Dean. Rated E. Alpha Dean x Omega Female Reader. True Mate AU.

@deancaskiss ‘s August 2022 mini drabble event

Day 1: Summer (Fluff, Crack)

Day 2: Beach (Crack, Angst)

Day 3: Strangers (Fluff)

Day 4: Memories (Angst, BIHH OFC insert)

Day 5: Kiss (Fluff; Cas x Dean)

Day 7: Thunderstorm (Fluff; Sam x Reader)

Day 9: Magic (Castiel and OFC!Alex; Crack, BIHH OFC Insert)

Day 10: Fire (MOC!Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Witch!Reader; Angst, Crack)

September Gif Story

Any Fandom Mixed Bingo Card

JAcklesverse Bingo Card

Kinktober 2023 (On Hiatus)

Dean is an ex-smoker (2)

Dean is an ex-smoker (1)

Chuck/God’s Blorbos

Only one Castiel CAN fall for Dean (response)

Cas learns human psychology

Dean babysits a five y/o

What if the author lived in Supernatural // Part 2

Dean has multiple pet names for Cas while Cas has two (Not mine)

Dean is neurodivergent (Not mine)

Personal view on Sam and Dean (response)

graphics: @firefly-graphics and Warner Bros Discovery/The CW

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 2 years ago

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To The Victor Chapter One - Meeting

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills

Chapter One: Meeting Word Count: 4465

Masterlist

To The Victor Masterlist

It was autumn in New York City, one of those rare golden days where the sunlight reflected off the trees in a way that made the whole city glow. The leaves had turned colors but not yet dropped. The air was crisp and clear, making it perfect for strolling through the arts fair in downtown Manhattan. It was days like this that reminded locals why they put up with sky-high rent and never-ending winters.

Emma rarely had the time to treat herself to a leisurely afternoon in the city, but with her baby sister’s birthday coming up she needed to find something special. Jess was a bit of a bohemian, and something from a local artist would suit her eclectic tastes perfectly. She wove her way through the white tents, happily slurping her huge, iced coffee. Her earbuds canceled out the ambient noise from the city and her Jackie O styled sunglasses shielded nearly half of her face.

In her track suit and sneakers, no one would mistake her for the high-powered executive she was during her 80-hour work weeks. She was just twenty-three when she took control of her family’s company and quickly built a reputation as a shrewd businesswoman. By her twenty-seventh birthday she had improved profits enough to put them on the Fortune 500 list, making her one of the youngest female CEO’s to ever mark such an achievement.

Anyone observing her petite frame strolling down the street would likely have mistaken her for a college student. None of them would ever guess her best kept secret. Emmaline Beaumont, well-known, confident, ambitious woman in charge of everything was not the cutthroat Alpha she presented to the world. Emma was an Omega.

Omega. The very word was weak in Emma’s mind. Soft, compliant, obedient, submissive, and meek. Poor, little Omegas, incapable of looking after themselves; they couldn’t even tie their own shoes let alone hold positions of power. Not without an Alpha to guide them. The logical part of her knew there was no shame in being an Omega, but that didn’t stop the weight of disappointment she felt from her parents when she presented at sixteen.

The law had changed to grant the long-subjugated Omegas equal rights, but society was slow to catch up. Many Alphas still viewed Omegas as their property. George and Analise Beaumont wanted better for their daughter. They wanted her to have choices, to give her the opportunity to decide her own fate. There weren’t many doctors willing to engage in the legal grey area of hormone suppression and reassignment, but the Beaumonts found one. Doctor Lancaster was well compensated for his discretion. He kept Emma on closely monitored hormone therapy that caused her heat cycles to stop and altered her scent to fool even the most virile Alpha.

So long as she kept her mating encounters to Betas only and followed the doctor’s strict instructions, Emma could live her life as an Alpha. Large and in charge. Head of her family’s company, smart and strong enough to defend it against any threat. No one would be the wiser. The family secret kept only by her sister and Doctor Lancaster now that her parents were gone.

There was, of course, one exception that could overcome the medical science and the years of careful planning. True mates. Mostly considered folklore and fairy tales, few people believed in them these days. She had never seen a real-life example of it personally, but she liked to hope. It would never be in the cards for her, but why should others be denied a chance at that kind of happiness?

Emma stopped in front of a display of blown glass globes. A kaleidoscope of colors and sizes. Witches Balls: hang in your window to ward off evil spirits and bad fortune. A smile curved her lips, her little sister was into all kinds of magical stuff. Jess had carried a deck of tarot cards in her purse and stuffed crystals down her bra since she was a teenager. She lived her life with her head in the clouds, dreaming romantic notions and looking for signs from the universe. If Stevie Nicks had a doppelganger that was nearly six foot tall and in her early twenties, that would be Jessica Beaumont. She would probably be reading palms in San Francisco if Emma hadn’t put her to work in the marketing department of Beaumont Enterprises. The Beaumont sisters were as different as night and day, both in looks and in disposition. But that didn’t stop them from being best friends.

She was contemplating the selection when she was hit by the most intense, indescribable feeling. It was as if all the oxygen left the atmosphere, making it impossible to breathe. Every nerve in her body was vibrating with awareness, like a plucked guitar string. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. The air was electric, super charged. She looked around and was frankly shocked no one else seemed to notice it. It wasn’t until the cramp ripped through her stomach that she recognized it. It had been over a decade since she’d experienced it. She was in heat!

Oh God, this is all wrong! This is bad, very, very bad! Catastrophic! Fuck!

Emma was frantically fumbling through her purse to call her sister when another cramp tore through her. The force of it knocked her sideways, causing her sunglasses to clatter to the ground. She grabbed the display table to steady herself. Vaguely, she could hear people asking if she was alright, if she needed help. Emma couldn’t reply. Her body was no longer her own as the dormant Omega within stirred to life. Rational thought was lost to her, replaced by instinct. Her eyes desperately combed the crowd, searching for someone she didn’t know she had been missing. The scent hit first, the most perfect combination of sharp pine and leather held inside a cedar chest. Earthy, calming, and reminiscent of a home she’d never been to before. It soothed and aroused her at the same time.

When he suddenly appeared, it was as if time stopped. His very presence eclipsed everything. No one else existed, just him. The Alpha, her Alpha. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Her heart sped up as he strode towards her, power and purpose in every step. The crowd of on-lookers parted, wisely giving him wide berth. Interfering with an Alpha seeking out a potential mate was dangerous under the best circumstances.

Lord, he’s tall. She realized when he came to stand before her. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but he was far and away the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Square jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard and sculpted cheekbones dusted with faint freckles. But oh, his eyes. The most intense shade of clear green, framed by faint laugh lines. Delightful crinkles etched by smiling. He wasn’t smiling now, he looked like he wanted to devour her in the street. He closed his eyes briefly and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, they had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. His intoxicating scent swirled around her and when he spoke her entire body flushed hot with fever. “Omega.”

Dean hated New York City. It was overcrowded and overrated in his opinion. He much preferred the down to Earth, blue collar vibe of Chicago. There was just something about the Midwest that spoke to him. It wasn’t pretentious or pompous. It was real and it was home. Whenever he had to spend time in the Big Apple, he made sure to book a room with a decent view and access to Central Park. It was the only place in the whole damned city he felt he could breathe. It had been a hellishly long week of meetings and negotiations, but his perseverance and skill won out. Deals were struck, contracts signed, and he now was booked for the last flight into O’Hare. It left him just enough time to get in a decent run and a shower before he headed to the airport.

Not that he had to hurry home for anyone in particular. He had his family, of course. His father John retired a few years back when a heart attack sent him packing to a quiet house in the country. Dean had spent his life being groomed to take over Winchester Incorporated. Now, running the family business with his little brother Sam, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. The Winchester name was famous and feared in the world of high finance. Yet for all of his professional success, Dean knew there was a part of his life that was unfulfilled. He had yet to take a mate, which was almost unheard of for an Alpha just one year shy of the big four oh. Alphas needed to claim a mate to avoid going feral. It was a very real possibility and Dean could feel the change already, his ruts were growing more intense and more frequent with each passing year.

But he was willing to risk it for a while longer, just to find her. His Omega, his true mate. The one woman meant especially for him. He knew it was a long shot, but he was a man to play the odds if it meant getting what he wanted. Dean had seen real love up close; his parents had been true mates. They had been perfect for each other and deeply in love, even after twenty years of marriage. It wasn’t long after his mother lost her battle with breast cancer that his father’s health declined. There was a part of Dean that wondered if losing his mate had brought it on.

So there is was. Dean Winchester; virile Alpha, ruthless businessman who dismantled companies and ruined rivals was in fact, a hopeless romantic.

He was three miles in and halfway through Led Zeppelin IV when he caught a scent that stopped him dead in his tracks. Light and sweet with a hint of tart, green apple. It wasn’t strong, but it was distinct. One of the reasons he found New York so stifling was the close quarters, it made for a strange mix of aromas, none of them complimentary or pleasant. Dean inhaled deeply and the Alpha inside growled in response. He spun on his heel and jogged off towards the source of that tantalizing smell. He wove his way through throngs of people, taking no notice of them, he was a man on a mission. The closer he got, the more desperate he became. He had to find her, claim her, his Omega. The scent was taunting him, it never got stronger but more complex. He could make out warm vanilla and flowers he couldn’t remember the name of, although he was certain his mother had them growing in the back garden when he was a child. It was the scent of home, his home. His Omega.

Dean would comb the entire city of New York on foot if he had to, he was nothing if not determined. A hunter to the last, never giving up until he found his prey. As fate would have it, he only had to travel five blocks. She stood completely still as people moved around her, staring at him with huge, wide eyes. Her long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her mouth full and unpainted. He had always wondered who she would be, what she would look like, what she would feel like. Whatever image he had conjured up in mind over the years paled in comparison to the woman before him. To say she was beautiful didn’t come close to doing her justice. It was so much more than that and somehow simpler, she was perfect. She was his perfect mate, made for him as he was for her. The very thought of it settled him and sent his heart racing at the same time.

He didn’t remember those last few steps to reach her, suddenly she was there, right in front of him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, filling his lungs with the best scent in the world.

“Omega.”

“Alpha,” she breathed in response, then whimpered as another strong cramp took hold.

Oblivious to the crowd of strangers watching the intimate moment, Dean swept her up into his arms and took off at a steady clip towards his hotel. The Alpha was completely in charge now. He took no notice of the startled gasps or speculative glances of the people he passed as he carried her through the city streets. All he cared about was that he had his Omega, and she was in heat. Taking care of her was his only concern and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Emma wrapped her arms around the Alpha’s neck and held tight. She was grateful he was carrying her because the pain in her belly would have knocked her to her knees by now. It was white hot and twisted like an invisible knife. Although she only had one other heat cycle to compare this to, she was certain it hadn’t been this bad. Lord, she was hot! Like she was standing on the surface of the sun. Sweat soaked through her clothes and plastered them to her body. The only thing that gave any relief was the scent of her Alpha, she nuzzled into his neck as close as she could. It enveloped her in a delightful haze, clouding her mind.

“Hang on tight, Omega. I’m going to take care of you,” he rumbled deeply in her ear. “I’m going to take care of everything.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and caused slick at the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed slightly and boldly pressed her lips to his neck, nipping at the pulse hammering there. God, he tastes as good as he smells!

“Alpha,” she whispered, her voice pleading.

Dean tightened his grasp and quickened his pace. His mind barely registering that he had reached his hotel. He wasn’t due for a rut, but with his mate now in his arms, he was close enough. He paid no mind to the clerk at the front desk, heading straight for the elevator. When the stainless-steel doors opened revealing a wide-eyed Beta male in a tweed suit, Dean snarled in warning. No Alpha tolerates another male getting close to their Omega in heat, even if they pose no real threat. The Beta wisely held up his hands in surrender and quickly vacated the area.

Once Dean had them safely sealed inside the lift, he crushed his mouth to hers, sending fresh waves of desire through them both. Harsh and hurried, demanding and aggressive. What the kiss lacked in subtly, it more than made up for in passion. When he swept his hot tongue inside her mouth, she groaned in appreciation and need. He still could only catch the faint wisp of her delicate scent but smell of slick arousal was growing thicker by the second.

By the grace of God, he got them to his room without further interference. The door slammed shut and automatically locked behind them. Emma shifted in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed every inch of his skin she had access to. She felt drugged, high on the endorphins flooding her system. All thought and logic had gone, leaving pure instinct behind. She had never felt this way before, so consumed by the need to mate. Although she had only been with Betas, something told her that this response wasn’t just because he was an Alpha, it was because he was her Alpha. To her true mate, she was beginning to see what all the fuss was about. The pull was as strong as gravity and just as impossible to deny.

Dean carried her through to the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress. He hovered above her, taking a moment to gaze into the eyes of the woman he had search his whole life for. Blue eyes, dark as midnight and flecked with gold. Desire was there, of course. But there was a glint of challenge he hadn’t expected. Omegas were meant to submit to their Alphas. It was a dynamic as old as time and one he knew well. There was something wild in this Omega, something that begged to be tamed and Dean was up to the task. Oh, she was going to be fun!

He grinned, his white teeth gleaming as he made his way down her body. He refused to free her of her clothes, even though he was eager to see the Omega in all her glory, he waited. She was a gift he was determined to take his time enjoying it. Instead, he ran his hands over her slowly, inch by inch. Feeling her curves and concaves through the layers of cotton. He paused as his hands spanned her ribcage just under her breasts. When his thumb caressed her nipples through the fabric, she arched her back and moaned.

“Alpha, please.”

Ignoring her pleas, he tweaked the hardened peaks slightly before moving on. Narrow waist flared out into generous hips. Body like a backroad, he thought approvingly. His fingers traced her thighs, the back of her knees, down to delicate ankle bones. Her breath became more labored as he teased her, purposely ignored the one part of her anatomy that she most wanted attending to.

Emma was growing impatient and restless. The Omega was urgently mewing inside, searching for relief from the heat that was consuming her. He wanted her; she could feel it when the bulge in his pants brushed against her. What the hell is he waiting for?! Desperate to prompt him into giving her what she wanted, she bucked her hips. Hoping to tempt him with her slick.

In a flash, Dean was on top of her. His hands clamped her wrists down on either side of her head with bruising strength, his body pinned her to the mattress. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. “Now, now. None of that, little Omega,” he murmured into her ear. She groaned in response; her eyes fluttering shut.

Desperate for any sort of friction against her fevered body, Emma drew a deep breath, causing her ribs to expand. Her breasts strained inside her bra, pressing against the firm chest above her. She knew how to use her attributes to entice a mate and when the hungry growl sounded in the back of his throat, she knew she’d succeeded. She turned her mouth towards his but didn’t kiss him. Instead, she pouted prettily and breathed, “Alpha… need you.”

Dean didn’t miss the smirk that played around her lips, this was hardly a submission. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little minx! Fire sparked when her gaze met his, “You’re mine. Only mine.”

She wasn’t prepared for him to move so quickly and so smoothly. Suddenly, her hoodie was gone as well as the cotton camisole underneath. Even her bra was whisked away, leaving her exposed. She relished the cool air on her fevered skin only for a moment before the Alpha replaced it with his hot mouth. He was everywhere, testing and tasting every inch of vulnerable flesh. He traced a fiery path of open-mouthed kissed between her breasts all the way to her stomach. The scruff of his beard scraped in a way that was so pleasant and distracting that when he changed tactics and latched on to one her hardened nipples, she gasped in shock.

It was exquisite, leisurely torture that seemed to go on forever. Her Alpha was certainly not a man to be hurried. His attentions never wavered, no matter how she tried to tempt him and that only served to frustrate her. Stubborn man! He simply refused to go where she wanted him to. The slick was pooling now, no doubt soaking through everything as the burning in her belly grew. She was needy, frantic for his touch.

Suddenly, he brought his hand to cup her firmly through her pants. She arched against his palm, and it was his turn to smirk. He was definitely the one in control now. “There’s my good girl, so wet for me already.”

The rest of her clothes were torn away, leaving her naked and exposed while he was still fully clothed. The message was loud and clear. He was strong, powerful, and irrefutable. It was in Emma’s nature to resist anyone trying to control her. She played the part of Alpha every day. She knew what was expected of her in that role. Hell, she enjoyed it.

To now be the one expected to submit, was foreign and a bit scary. It was possible that after all this time, she didn’t know how to be an Omega. Maybe she had denied her true nature for too long, maybe she would be a disappointment.

However, there was one element that she had failed to consider. The Alpha would take care of her, that was his primary role. No one had ever done that for her before and the Omega inside craved it desperately.

She trembled slightly as Dean’s large, calloused hands roamed over her body. When his eyes searched hers, he saw a flicker of vulnerability. At last, the inner battle between her will and her desire was resolved, and she submitted.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” he praised as he slipped a thick finger inside her throbbing core, probing gently while his thumb rubbed circles around that tight bundle of nerves. He crooked his finger and her velvet walls tightened around him, coating his hand in fresh slick.

“I’m going to make you feel good, ‘Mega,” he kept his pace, adding a second finger while he nuzzled her throat. His tongue lapped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where her scent gland was hidden just beneath the skin. He could feel her getting close as she fluttered around his fingers.

Every brush of his fingers lit fires. Every touch of his lips was like a brand on her skin. Emma writhed under his attentions, delicious tension building low in her belly. She was teetering on the edge, desperate for the release he was driving her towards. “Alpha…oh God…”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she obeyed. The orgasm came hard and fast. Her body flooded with pleasure and any remaining pain was washed away. The intensity of it had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was still coming down from the euphoric cloud when she noticed he was now naked as well. Tanned skin stretched taut over well-defined muscles. Lord, he was big. Every part of him was big. Her gaze traveled over broad shoulders, powerful arms, wide chest, lean hips. The sheer size of his erection had her whimpering, greedy with need.

Dean was soon on top of her again, this time his hard length brushed against her folds while his breath was hot in her ear, “I’m going to knot you, ‘Mega mine. Knot you, claim you.” His teeth grazed her throat again, mixing danger and desire. “Is that what you want?”

Unable to find her voice, Emma raked her hands through his short hair and bucked up against him.

Not satisfied, he raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. His arms and legs creating a cage around her body. There would be no going back after this, he had to be sure for both their sakes. “Say it,” his command was gruff. “You have to say it, Omega.”

Perhaps it was the Omega within her responding to a direct command from an Alpha. In a surprising moment of clarity, she looked into the deep, green eyes of the man who had appeared out of the blue. The man whose voice had her shaking with need and whose touch brought her to oblivion. Logic, reason, common sense all seemed so insignificant, overshadowed by instinct. Everything was remarkably clear. “I want you. Claim me, I’m yours. Only yours.”

“My Omega. Mine,” he smiled softly and brushed his lips over hers so tenderly that when he stood up, she nearly cried out at the loss of contact.

“Present, Omega.”

Emma obeyed again, flipping over onto her knees and elbows, she arched her back and thrust her rear up towards him. She hissed as the cool air hit her hyper-sensitive core. His hands were on her again, caressing the curve of her ass, following the line of her hip. He lined himself up and filled her with one powerful thrust. She cried out then, it was sweet agony.

Dean stilled his movements, giving her a moment to adjust and giving himself a moment to breathe. Christ, she’s tight!

When she shifted her hips, he took that as his cue and began to pump. Slow at first, savoring each sensation, each gasp and moan of pleasure that came from them both as he filled her time and time again. Soon his control gave way all together and, in its place, he gained momentum. His knot swelled with each thrust and began to catch.

Dean sucked and licked furiously at the base of her neck, preparing the spot that would bear his mark. “You take my knot so good, ‘Mega… we’re almost there, almost there…”

Emma’s hand fisted the sheets as he picked up the pace, each time he buried himself to the hilt she cried out for more. Her experiences with Betas did little to prepare her for an Alpha. Dean was reaching places no one else had come close to. With each pass, she felt herself tighten around him. “Need it… Alpha… need your knot… need you…”

When Dean felt himself reach the peak he was striving towards, he sunk his teeth deep into her tender skin. His knot popped and locked them together as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over him, and he lazily pumped a few more strokes to fully empty his seed into his Omega.

Emma nearly blacked out from the mix of sensations that rushed through her body when he claimed her. Pleasure so sharp it was painful. Her mind was a complete haze, barely registering the Alpha cradling her close as he eased them onto their sides. He ran his tongue over the fresh claim over and over again, the wet, warmth of it soothing the bite. Were she capable of coherent thought, she would have tried to fight sleep so not to miss a moment of this event that would change everything. As it was, exhaustion quickly pulled her under and she fell asleep feeling cherished and completely protected.

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 years ago

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A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Trouble Lacroix (OFC)

WC:3536

Warnings: 18 + only: kissing, humping M/F, intercourse, cursing, mention of addiction, angst

A/N: For @saxxxology #saxxxology vol.1 writing challenge

I was originally to post this on Dec 31, 2019 but lost my internet for several days. I apologize for the delay- Country living and winter in the South don’t mix.

SONG PROMPT: Off My Mind-my favorite on the album

A/N: Set season 14 during Dean Winchester's possession by Apocalypse World’s Micheal. Timeline extended and some events altered from series. I borrowed title from song lyrics.

*no beta- all mistakes are mine.

*GIF not mine

The sound of the bunker door closing reverberates through the room. Several of the hunters around the map table stop what they're doing to watch an unusually tall Omega with long, smoky pink hair braided in a loose plait and wearing hunters garb descending the metal staircase halting at the bottom.

Sam Winchester’s sitting at the far end of the table alternating between his phone receiving updates from hunters out in the field and the laptop looking for clues in the search for Dean while strategizing with Mary and Bobby their next move froze disbelieving his eyes.

“Sammy,” the Omega hesitantly says, her lightly accented voice startles him out of his stupor.

Batten down the hatches Sammy boy, Trouble just done walked back into my life… Dean used those exact words years ago introducing him to this Omega, never knowing how true they would turn out to be.

But not for him.

Sam's eyes shift into a fiery glow as his inner Alphas outrage surfaces at this imposter trying to pass itself as his long gone Omega.

“What fucking game are you playing at?” Sam gets up growling, stalking towards her pulling his demon blade.

“Sam wait!” Mary hollers at her youngest son knowing all too well the damage Sam can inflict under normal circumstances but in the state of extreme stress he’s currently under she doesn’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.

The Apocalypse World hunters glance at each other perplexed having never seen an enraged Alpha unsure what they should do.

After their arrival to this reality Sam gave them a crash course on life here, including the multiple genders of humans, Alpha/Beta/Omega, their confusing hierarchies and how they relate to each other. The Alpha/Omega intricacies and nuances were still hard for them to comprehend since all of them were Betas.