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Blanket War
Summary: Itâs not about the blanket.
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: a/b/o, scenting, fighting over a blanket
Itâs yours and you wonât give it back. Findersâ keepers. Sam left his blanket unattended at the Dean cave, and now you refuse to hand it over.
For half an hour, he fights with you. You snap at his fingers with your teeth and growl low in your throat when he tries to snatch it from under you. âItâs mine,â you grit your teeth. âItâs cold and I need something warm.â
âYou have three blankets already, and a heating pillow!â Sam argues. He usually would hand the blanket over to you without thinking twice. But the heating at the bunker is a bitch lately and stopped working in the middle of the night more than once.
âI want this one,â you curl into a ball and cradle the blanket in your arms. Sam can never know that you are fighting over the blanket because it smells like him. He wouldnât understand. âYou can have one of the others. The scratchy one Dean bought.â
âThey are not scratchy,â Dean snickers while watching you and his brother bicker over the blanket. He already figured out that you have a thing for his younger brother. âYou will never get a blanket from me again!â
âI want Samâs not, yours,â you whine and snarl. Sam tried to get closer to you again, and you snapped at his fingers. âHands off! You left it behind. Itâs mine now.â
âWhat has gotten into you, Y/N? Do you want me to freeze to death?â Sam puts his hands on his hips and cocks a brow. âI donât have anything to keep me warm.â
You sit up and look at Sam with glassy eyes. âI could keep you warm. My room is warm and cozy, and I got a big bed. Big enough for two.â You cradle the blanket in your arms and sniff at it. âIâll make space for you.â
Sam watches you nuzzle the blanket. He cocks a brow and looks at his brother.
âHey, donât look at me,â Dean shrugs. âShe doesnât want my scentâŚâ Dean coughs. âI meant blanketâŚâ
âYou can keep the blanket,â Sam sits on the couch next to you. âIf you are cold, you can have this one too.â
âI want your scent on it,â you suddenly say. âI need your scent on it.â You sniffle. âCan I really keep it?â
âOrââ Sam scoots closer to you. âI could come to your bedroom and put my scent on your pillows, sheets, and blanket.â He leans closer to sniff at your neck. âMaybe you want me to put my scent on you tooâŚâ
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Make It Right
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Summary: He didnât mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before heâs meant to die.
AN: This was requested by this lovely anon. I've written Dean returning from Purgatory, so here is Dean returning from Hell in season 4, but with a twistâŚmy first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didnât get the dynamics quite right, Iâm still learning this one. đ
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Word Count: 4,300
Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.
You couldâve wept with relief.
You nearly did. Instead, you shuddered as his tongue swept along the fresh mark near the back of your neck.
A mark that claimed you as his.
Your core still quivered with the aftershocks of how hard you came around his cock, which was still buried deep inside you, locked in place with his knot. Dean nosed at your neck and shoulder as he tried to regain his breath, calm his wildly beating heart.
His skin was dewy against yours, especially where your thighs were hooked around his hips. He held himself above you so he wouldnât crush you with his weight. You appreciated it, and you soothed up and down his sweat-slick back with grazing fingertips.
Through the newly formed bond, you could feel the frenzied haze of it all begin to clear from his mind, soon replaced by shock, and then, remorse. It made a tremor of worry churn in your belly.
âDean?â you whispered. Your gaze met his with concern as you grasped his arm.
âWhat the hell did we just⌠I shouldnât haveâŚâ His voice was coarse and his eyes filled with upset. âFuck, this shouldnât have happened.â
Dismay struck you deep, along with a pain that tore at your heart. Your only consolation was that the two of you were locked in this position, so he couldnât slip away from you.
âHow the hell could you say that to me?â you said. Against your will, your voice trembled. Tears began to sting in your eyes.
 Dean faltered. He blew out a breath and reached for your cheek.
âYou know why,â he said. His face became edged with desperation. He shifted his thigh and accidentally tugged at the base of his knot. You both groaned at the pain that flared between you, where you were joined.Â
Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.
âIâve barely got three months left on my deal,â he said, through clenched teeth. âThis isnâtâŚitâs not fucking fair to you.â
To you either, you wanted to point out, but you shook your head and held him close by the back of his neck. Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your nails brushing his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.
Your touch both aroused him and soothed him. Your scent was everywhere, now mingled with his own that now covered you like a blanket. It was intense, and a bit overwhelming to his senses.
But it felt right.
âDonât talk like youâve already given up,â you said tersely.
It was with more vehemence than he expected. Dean pulled back a bit, just enough to meet your eyes. Your brows had drawn together, almost in anger. Your lips pulled into a frown.
âWeâre going to find a way to break it,â you said. You reached up and held his face. Despite the strength of your words, your hands were gentle. âAnd I meant what I said, Dean.â
Between lusty sighs and the combined magnetic force of your heat and his rut and emotional tensions at their ultimate breaking point, the whispered words against his neck had come from the very center of you.
âAlpha,â youâd said, through abject need and burgeoning tears as youâd rubbed yourself against him. It was both biology and your heartâs longing. âDean, I love you. PleaseâŚâ
The tether of his restraint hadnât lasted long after that. Because even though he couldnât respond to you in words, heâd shown you in each and every action of his body molding with yours, wrecking you and claiming you on a dingy motel bed.
You deserve better, Dean thought, looking down on you now. You deserved more than what he had to give.
âI didnât want to do this to you,â he said coarsely.
And yet, he still heeded the pull of you. Your guiding hands brought him down to your lips. It wasnât the rough, manic, bruising kiss that had fueled your earlier passions. No, this was slow and warm and tinged with bittersweet.
Dean brushed sweaty strands of your hair away from your face. You held him to you and silently prayed that he wouldnât let go either.
âI know,â you said. Even though the situation shouldnât have warranted it, you giggled a little. âThat makes you just about the most unselfish Alpha in existence.â
He snorted at that. His eyes took in your face, and further down, to the parts of you that werenât covered by his body over yours. He let out a breath of defeat.
âNo, Iâm hella selfish,â he said. His lips quirked. âFor better or worse, youâre mine, Omega.â
Your smile grew. âGood. Glad youâre finally caught up.â
Deanâs hand playfully tightened in your hair as he growled. It had little heat though, and you had the audacity to laugh. He shook his head and claimed you with another kiss.
You had to be just about the wiliest Omega in existence.
Dean never gave up.
But he also couldnât fight off Lilith, or the hellhounds that tore his chest open and spilled his blood on the hardwood floors of some poor familyâs suburban house.
You screamed as if your very soul was being ripped apart, along with his skin.
The mark on your neck burned something fierce. It had you clamping a hand down over it as you sunk to your knees next to Sam and cried over Deanâs body, his unseeing eyes. It wasnât right.
You would never be right again.
It took about a week into your self-isolation. When you finally drew enough strength to get out of bed, you finally noticed it in the mirrorâin the bathroom next to Bobbyâs guest bedroom.
Your neck looked as if something had burned you. Your eyes widened in horror.
When you touched it, you hissed at the pain. The delicate nerve endings of your mating gland were even more sensitive and raw. Apparently, this was what happened when an Alpha mate died before their Omega.
However, even that pain was nothing compared to what you discovered, two months later.
Your mating gland had healed, and the claim mark was gone entirely.
You sank against the wall, all the way to the floor, and you cried until you were exhausted and frayed. Not even Bobbyâs offer of a hot meal and a listening ear could penetrate your grief.
You were ashamed of the way you lost track of Sam after it all went down. Youâd descended into yourself, and Bobby had been the only one there to catch you. Sam had forged on by himself, down a spiral of revenge, you were sure.
He wouldnât come back to Sioux Falls, nor would he tell you where he was when you finally got him on the phone. He claimed he was better off alone as he tried to find a way to save Dean, but there was something off in his voice. Something that told you whatever he was doing was dangerous, and wrong.
âSam, donât you dare make a deal,â you demanded, through frustrated and sorrowful tears. âDean wouldnât wantââ
âDonât fucking tell meâŚwhat Dean would want, okay?â Sam seethed. âIf it were me, he wouldnât stop. If it were you, he wouldnât stop. So donât tell me to stop.â
âIâm not telling you to stop!â you shouted back. âIâm telling you not to do something stupid! And Iâm asking you to let me help.â
There was a long pause on the line. You tried to calm your labored breathing as you waited for him.
âIf you really want to help me, do what you can from Bobbyâs. Iâll check in when I can,â he said.
And the line went dead.
Two more months had passed by the time you started to feel the barest hint of yourself again. Youâd tried to go on a hunt with Bobby, but you really hadnât been ready for it. Your head wasnât in it, and that was how hunters got killed.
So you stayed behind and answered the phones for him. You pretended to be FBI and CIA and Homeland Security for fellow hunters trying to get their hands on police files.
You also helped Bobby with research and reorganized his extensive, and ridiculously chaotic home library. He was the only one you knew who could have A History of Paganism next to a guidebook on Chinese tea ceremonies.
But one night, you decided you were sick of sitting on your ass (and all the dust).
You were finally going out for a drink.
Bobby was locked at home in research for a case. You felt bad about bailing on him, but he insisted you were entitled to go outâŚ
Not that you wanted to meet anyone. However, you did realize that you needed to reconnect with the outside world. Youâd been staring at the peeling walls of Bobbyâs house for four months now.
So you showered, found a simple black dress from deep in your closet, and started to blow-dry your hair. You didnât do this often, but if you were going out, then you were going to make an effort.
You paused for a moment when a cramp hit your lower belly. You grimaced and pressed a hand there. A shiver ran down your spine.
Shit, not now, you thought. If this was your heat coming on, you would have to take another suppressant before you went out. You knew blocking your cycle wasnât that good for you, but you hadnât felt like dealing with it for the past few months. You just werenât ready to go through another heat, whether by yourself, or with a stranger.
ItâŚit was too soon.
After the cramping subsided for the moment, you continued drying parts of your hair, sweeping the brush through. With the hairdryer so loud in your ears, you didnât hear the front door opening, or the resulting shouting and scuffle coming from downstairs.
Eventually, there was quiet. And then, heavy boots climbing up the stairs.
You saw the bathroom door push open out of the corner of your eye. You turned and nearly jumped right out of your skin.
Your scream echoed on the walls when you saw something that looked entirely too much like Dean Winchester.
Hit scent hit you then. Warm and musky, a hint of earthiness and soil, but no less familiar. It struck a blow to your chest and forced you to grip the counter for balance. You clicked off the hairdryer.Â
The doppelganger raised placating hands, though his wide eyes slowly softened as a smile tugged at his lips.
âHey, sweetheart,â he said.
His deep voice was the same. He looked dirty and disheveled, wearing a familiar gray buttoned down over a black shirt, his usual jeans, and boots. If your memory served, they looked like the clothes he was buried inâŚ
Your hands shook. âWhâŚwhat the hell are you?â
Deanâs smile began to fall.
âLook, I know itâs hard to believe. But Iâm me. Iâm, uh⌠Iâm back,â he replied. When he tried taking a cautious step forward, you brandished your hairdryer against himâyour only feasible weapon.
âYouâŚyou back the fuck off!â you snapped. You opened your mouth to shout for Bobby, but before you could, Deanâs trademark smirk took hold of his face.
âWhatâre you gonna do, blow me to death?â he quipped.
After you broke through a bit of your shock, you spluttered with laughter. And then tears.
Deanâs lips quirked, but he moved towards you in slow steps. He took the hairdryer from you and set it down on the counter. With a slightly shaking hand, he touched your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, sucked in a breath, and inadvertently inhaled his scent once again.
Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. You realized it then. You didnât need silver or holy water to prove it was him. You knew.
Your eyes opened and met his.
âDean,â you uttered, brokenly.
He couldnât fucking take it anymore. Dean pulled you into him by your waist. He held you as you shuddered and cried into his chest. His hand clenched in your hair, while the other pressed into the small of your back. It anchored him, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.
He buried his nose into your neck and had to squeeze his eyes shut past a telltale burn in his eyes. Your name fell from his lips, both longing and reverent. Your hold on him tightened.
His lips brushed against your mating gland, igniting sensitive nerve endings and making a tremble run down your spine.
âAlpha,â you whispered.
Deanâs insides clenched in response. He ached for you, just like he had soon after heâd been able to free himself from that pine box in the middle of nowhere. But his brows furrowed.
He pulled back from you, just so he could brush the bare skin along your neck with a gentle thumb.
âWhat happened to the mark?â he asked. He realized that he couldnât feel you, not like before. And even your scent was differentâŚlike youâd never been claimed by him. Like you werenât his. That realization hit him like a sucker punch to his stomach.
You frowned and leaned back so you could meet Deanâs eyes. It took you a moment to find your voice, and even when you did, it was uncharacteristically small.
âAfterâŚafter what happened, it burned like holy hell,â you confessed. Your hands travelled down his chest, clinging to the open edges of his shirt. âThen it was a scar. Then, it was justâŚnothing. It was gone.â
Fresh tears burgeoned in your eyes. They spilled down your cheeks as your frame shook with a sob, but Dean gathered you back into his arms. As shitty as it was, he started to think this was actually for the betterâŚ
âWhat happened, Dean? How are you here?â you asked.
He shook his head. âI donât know. Havenât figured that part out just yetâŚbut something broke me out.â
He knew it wasnât you who made a deal. Your shock was too real to be an act. He knew, however, that he needed to find Sam.
That could wait though. Deanâs gaze roamed your face. He wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, brushed his thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes met his. He saw your heartbreak begin to fadeâinto a desire that called to his own. Despite the voice inside that warned him to hold back, he just couldnât help himself.
When he finally leaned in to kiss you, it felt like coming home. You held his face in your hands and rose up on your toes to meet him. His arms wrapped around your waist and brought you flush against him, but it wasnât enough.
Kisses became more frantic, with labored breaths and hands moving to remove each otherâs clothing. Your sexy little black dress fell to the floor, along with your bra and panties and the rest of his clothes.
âYouâre filthy,â you laughed, between the sloppy meeting of your lips with his.Â
Deanâs response was to peel back the shower curtain behind you and turn on the shower head, as hot as it could go. A growl sounded low in his throat before he bodily hefted you along with him into the shower and under the spray.
For a moment, he let the scalding water beat down on him. You grabbed the soap and drew it over his neck, chest, and shoulders. The suds trickled down his body, washing away the grime of the road, and whatever else he hadn't been able to wipe off after escaping his grave.
He blinked water out of his eyes as he took in the sight of your concentrated face, and your gentle hands washing him. Then the rest of your body, your curves that fit so well in his hands, your breasts that heaved along with your heavier breathing, nipples hard and aching to be touched.
Dean took the soap from your hands and put it back on the dish, shortly before he pinned you against the cold bathroom tile. He ravaged you with lips, teeth, and tongue along your neck, down your chest, and over your breasts. You moaned and held him to you.
You didn't care that your hair was getting soaked all over again. Your fingers ran through his now wet hair as he touched you and drew pleasure from your body.
Your lower belly was beginning to cramp in earnest now, and resonating deep inside you with heat. You felt a flood of slick forming between your legs as your core pulsed with need.
Your scent hit him in a powerful wave, nearly making Dean falter as his eyes rolled shut.
âFuck. Youâre in heat, Omega,â he choked out.
You nodded, though you had to fist a hand in his hair when you felt his fingers between your legs. They swiped between your drenched folds, gathering some slick and circling around your clit. You moaned loudly and arched against his hand. The back of your head pressed into the wall.
âAlpha,â you said. A whine sounded in your throat as Deanâs touch firmed in response. His thumb pressed and massaged your clit while two fingers slipped deep inside your tight channel.Â
A shiver ran down Deanâs spine, along with your nails grazing down his back. Already he was painfully hard for you. He had a suspicious feeling that your heat was triggering his rut, because he was becoming desperate to be inside you. His whole body felt tingling and alive, and charged with need.
His lips sucked hard on those sensitive nerves between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers.
âThatâs it, Omega. Want you to come just like this before I fill you up,â he muttered. He earned your vocal agreement in response.
But then it hit him.
Flashes of memory. Darkness and blood. Agony tearing at his skin and insides.
And then, inflicting it himself, on other souls just as damned as him.
Your moan of release just barely managed to pull him out of his own mind. He felt your wetness coat his hand. Goddamn.
âThatâs my good girl,â he praised. And yet, while his body caged yours against the wall, he couldnât force himself to continue. He couldnât back off either. He was fighting every instinct in his body that demanded he take you, right here and now.
âDean?â you asked, sensing his hesitation. You cupped his cheek, but he didnât want to look at you.
âI canât,â he ground out.
Your eyes widened as shock and dismay threatened to overtake you. âWhat?â
Deanâs eyes closed. He was trembling with the force of both his need, and his restraint.
With a frown of concern, you wrapped a thigh around his hip, but he wouldnât heed your attempt to bring him closer.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked. No, you demanded to know. Because your body was quaking with desire as well. You needed his knot, and you wanted nothing more than for him to make this rightâto claim you as his.
But Dean looked like he was in pain. He winced and pressed a fist against the wall by your head. He pressed his forehead against it.
You tried to comfort him with your hands soothing over his shoulders. There you finally caught sight of a mark on his right shoulder. It looked like a burnâŚa handprint. Your eyes widened with a small gasp.
He followed your gaze, but he eventually looked away with a frown. It was like he didnât even want to acknowledge it, even if he didnât know what it was. Whatever had hauled him out of Hell, he doubted it was anything good.Â
âIâm, uhâŚâ He breathed raggedly through his nose. âIâm notâŚthe same.â
You had a feeling it was very difficult for him to admit that.
Four months.
That was how long heâd been lost to you. That was how long heâd been in Hell. You couldnât even imagineâŚ
You swallowed past a lump of sorrow, but you werenât deterred. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.
âYou were my Alpha long before you claimed me,â you told him.
That affected Dean, probably more than you knew. He still shook his head though.
âItâs not right, Omega,â he said, even as his voice trembled. You donât have a fuckinâ clue⌠You donât know what Iâve turned into.
The water from the shower head was growing cold, but youâd never been hotter. The cramps were starting up again in earnest, making your teeth clench at the combination of pain and incredible arousal.
âI need you,â you said, through frustration, heat, and emotion all at once. âI would never leave you like this. I would never leave you.â
His eyes closed again, briefly. His breath came out harshly through his nose when you touched his cheek. Your touch was gentle, but it still ignited his skin and made every muscle in his body coil tight with strain.
It was hard to sort through the base instincts that were on the verge of taking over his mind, and then his body. Deep down though, Dean knew you were right. He knew you would never leave him. And that was kind of the problem.
âAlpha, please,â you said, through your own strain. Again, you took his face in your hands and shook him. It drew his gaze to your face. Your beautiful face that heâd seen over and over in the Pit, used as his own personal form of torture.
His whole body trembled.
You saw his distress, and it pierced your heart. You leaned up and brushed your wet cheek against his, while your fingers slipped into his hair in comfort.
âYouâre here. Youâre alive,â you said. âAnd youâre here with me.â
You nuzzled your way down his neck and pressed your lips to his mating gland, making him shiver for a whole different reason. You pressed your body against his and kissed, licked, and sucked at his skin. Â
âOmega,â he warned, but the growl in his throat was more pleased than warning. He felt your nails graze down his chest and stomach, and soon enough your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
He sucked in a breath and pressed his face into your neck. His lips ventured tantalizingly close to the place you wanted him the most, and all the while you stroked him along sensitive flesh. Your thumb circled around his knot, and the dripping head.
âI know you need me too,â you said. You could smell his rut. Your lips edged at a smirk, and you decided to bluff. âBut if you wonât make me yours, maybe Iâll find another Alpha who will.â
It didnât take long before a vice grip closed around your wrist. Deanâs irises were rimmed with black when he met your gaze, half consumed by the Alpha as he pinned you harder against the wall. He grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip. And with the other hand he guided his cock to push into you and stretch your inner walls, inch by inch.
You both moaned in relief when he was firmly seated inside you. Your core throbbed around him in a spasm of pleasure. You cried out and rolled your head back against the wall, your nails sinking into his shoulders.
âAlpha,â you shuddered.
âI got you, Omega,â he ground out, just barely holding onto the tethers of himself. His fingers coiled tight into your wet hair and began to pound into you, a rough clip that had you gasping, toes curling as you arched against him.
His lips found your throat and laid a nipping kiss there. All you could do was hold on desperately. You knew he was close when his thrusts grew ragged, when it became harder for him to push into you with the swell of his knot forming. But it wasnât until his fingers slipped between your joined bodies and circled more insistently over your clit that you came along with him, hard on his throbbing cock.
His teeth sunk into your neck, creating a newly forged bond through a haze of pain and pleasure. You cried out again at the force of it allâthe sensations were nearly overwhelming, even more so than it had been the first time he claimed you.
And Dean nearly slipped in the tub.
âFuck!â He managed to catch himself on the soap dish and the adjoining wall while you grabbed his arms steady. Shit, that really couldâve been disastrous, considering you two were now locked in place.
He glanced down at you. Through wide eyes and panting breaths, you broke first with a giggle. Deanâs lips curved with a smile. Soon enough, he was chuckling too.
The black around his irises receded, and he held you more gently and secure against the wall. After licking the line of blood clean from your neck with a slow, sensuous tongue, he brushed your wet hair back from your face. Then he turned off the frigid shower.Â
âWe really shouldnât have done this in here. Shit,â he said with a laugh. How were you two supposed to get to your bed? Or at least get dry.
You giggled harder and dropped your forehead against his chest.
âItâs okay,â you said teasingly. âI think this is worth catching pneumonia over.â
Dean shook his head at your antics, but he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. Smiling bright, you leaned up just enough to reach his lips. Your kiss was slow and tender; a release of your grief, a grateful thank you, and a reminder all at once.
âI love you,â you whispered. âThatâs all that matters. Weâll deal with the rest afterwards.â
Dean expelled a long breath. He nodded after a moment, conceding defeat.
âI love you too,â he admitted. And he meant it, down to his bones.Â
He knew that afterwards wouldnât be as easy as you seemed to think, but there was no turning back now.
You were his.Â
AN: And there we have it! lol This was definitely a fun challenge. I might like to try my hand at A/B/O dynamics again in the future, but let me know what you think of this one. đđ
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I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut
.â・Something Happens And Iâm Head Over Heels・â.
Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader
When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but sheâs been hurt by alphas like him before.
Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD
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The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Samâs mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.
The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.
Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.
From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Samâs rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.
Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brotherâs footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.
His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.
He saw as Deanâs chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Samâs temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.
His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a momentâs notice.Â
Clang!
The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway.Â
Everything froze and Sam held his breath. âLooks like we got some fresh meat boys!â He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.
The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldnât kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldnât outrun them but they definitely werenât going down without a fight.
Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. âBring it.â
His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Samâs follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared.Â
With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.
Samâs shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.
He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.
Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.
As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.
They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps.Â
She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.
Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. âYou hurt?â But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.
Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. âThatâs a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?â She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.
She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. âSammy!â
Her head turned to look where his brotherâs voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldnât help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home.Â
âSammy, huh?â She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.
The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Samâs belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.
As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. âShit that was a close one.â He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. âI see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.â
He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. âY/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.âÂ
Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Samâs alpha preened. âStrong omega. Perfect mate.â He purred.
âWell, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of âem so quick?â He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.
âPipe bomb filled with blessed dead manâs blood.â She replied like it was obvious.
âBlessed?â Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.
âLike how you would bless holy water.â Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her.Â
âThat was badass, for an omega that is.â Sam didnât miss the way she flinched, however minute it was.Â
âYeah.â She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.
Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close.Â
âSo do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.â But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Samâs mouth go dry.
âBars arenât my thing. Maybe Iâll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.â Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.
The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.
ââââââ
She couldnât stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.
Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.
Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didnât think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.
Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.
With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger⌠for now at least.
But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.
ââââââ
âCâmon Sammy, youâve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!â Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldnât just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.
It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.
She was an enigma of the best kind.
âYouâre being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?â
âJesus Sammy.â Dean scoffed. âWhat crawled up your ass and died?â Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.
âIâm going back to the motel, text me if you arenât coming back tonight.â He walked out of the bar before he could hear Deanâs protests.
The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.
Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.
With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didnât notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it.Â
The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent.Â
His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.
There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock.Â
Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. âSam?â His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm in the room next door.â His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.
She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. âYou can come in if you want.âÂ
There was not an ounce of hesitation in Samâs mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omegaâs space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldnât understand why.
An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs.Â
âWhy-â âI-â They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.
The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. âBobby said you had asked about me.â She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Samâs face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.
âYeah I did.â He admitted. âI was curious about you.â
She tilted her head in confusion. âWhy?â
Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. âYou just⌠captured me, Iâve never met a hunter like you before and I couldnât stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.â She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.
âYou wanted to know how an omega could hunt.â She snarled.Â
âNo! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldnât believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I donât think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!â He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.
Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. âIt wasnât the whole nest.â She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Samâs alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
âEven if it wasnât, we- I would have been dead without you and thatâs why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.â The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.
âYou donât care that Iâm an omega?â
âWell, I wouldnât say that I donât care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.â His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. âYou being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.â His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal.Â
Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. âYou canât mean that.â She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.
With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. âYouâll be like all the other alphas out there.â But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his.Â
âI promise Iâm not.â Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Samâs heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alphaâs scent before she groaned quietly.
âYou wouldnât stop an omega from hunting?â Sam shook his head. âYou wouldnât force them to be subservient?âÂ
âNever.â He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupidâs bow. Her chest hitched.
âWhat about claiming?â Samâs hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.
Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. âHypothetically?â She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. âOnly when theyâre ready, and I will be fine if they never are.â
She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. âSam!! You in there?!â At the sound of Deanâs voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.Â
Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. âYeah Dean.â He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.
âSheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.â Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.
âWas it the pawn shop ownerâs wife?â She piped up.
There was a pause and then, âY/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.â
âDean.â Sam warned, but the omegaâs soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks.Â
Y/Nâs eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.
âGo. Iâll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.â Samâs heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didnât think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.
He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. âYou should stay here, where youâre safe.â
He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/Nâs lip turned downwards. âGo.â She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.
She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.
ââââââ
Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobbyâs living room, a heavy air between them.
Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. âAny of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?â
Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. âJust bone-headed alphas getting in my way.â She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee.Â
âY/N, nowâs not the time.â Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. âHunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards youâre dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.â
Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. âThat girl.â Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.
Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.
âWhat is her deal anyway?â Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobbyâs hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.
âYou boys werenât the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.â
Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.
âShe got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witchâs curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. Sheâs been hunting alone ever since.â
âShit.â Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. âI figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!â The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.
Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didnât hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.
Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Samâs arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. âYou donât need to worry anymore, omega. Iâm right here.â Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. âNo one will ever hurt you again, not while Iâm around.â
Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. âYou canât know that, itâs an impossible promise to make.â
Samâs left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.
âBecause I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.â Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Samâs mind. âBecause you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.â He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more.Â
But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Samâs life.Â
The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.
His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more.Â
âWait wait wait.â Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasnât letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. âWait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?â His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach.Â
Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. âI need a clear answer, omega.â He raised an eyebrow at her.Â
âPlease, I want you, all of you.â She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection.Â
His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. âThen prove it.âÂ
Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers.Â
Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hairâs breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. âOmega-â He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him.Â
A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat.Â
Samâs hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omegaâs eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. âBabygirl- fuck- slow down.â Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen.Â
She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy.Â
âOmega stop.â Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them.Â
Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldnât help but chuckle. âSo good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?â He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks.Â
Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically.Â
She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra.Â
Samâs plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad.Â
His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more.Â
He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt.Â
Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.
With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. âSo wet for me. Iâll make you feel so good, omega.âÂ
Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Samâs eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him.Â
Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.
âSam!â She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.
The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alphaâs touch like she could never get enough of him. Samâs head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.
She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste.Â
The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldnât stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.
âAlpha.â She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. âWan your knot!â Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.
âShhh omega. You will get it, but not today.â She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.
âI want to earn it, your trust and your mark.â He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. âLet me work for it, please.â
Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. âYeah okay.â Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.
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PAIRING: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
WORD COUNT: 809
WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie
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It had started out slow â gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and thatâs exactly what had happened.
But it hadnât stopped.
Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time theyâd been able to make it work this good, but when theyâd ended round one with even more lust and need in them, theyâd just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms heâd set for work the night before.
Heâs made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when heâd slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and sheâd squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.
âHoly fuckââ she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, âSam, pleaseâŚâ
âWhat?â He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, âtoo much?â
âNo, no,â she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, âdonât wanna make a mess.â
He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, âwe made a mess already, donât know how we could make it worse.â
She doesnât get a chance to respond before heâs fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she canât hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.
Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when heâs loud, and he doesnât hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.
Heâs almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.
She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess theyâd made between her legs, where thereâs just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that heâs not going to be in rut for another month.
She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until sheâs stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.
âGo harder,â she whimpers, âpleaseââ
He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. âYâsure?â
She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. âYeah, I can take it.â
âGood girl.â He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.
âFuckââ he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, âgonna come in you, baby, you want that?â
She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. âYesâŚâ
âThatâs my girl.â
She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb thatâs matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything heâs got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.
âIâm calling out today,â he whispers against the back of her neck, âIâm not done with you.â
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Winchester's Folly
Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
WC: 1828
Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.
Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms
*Additional warnings will be added
Square filled: @spnaubingo -Non-Traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo -Bed Sharing
A/N: This part has a couple of flashbacks in italics
A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.
A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.
Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)
Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House Oâs (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)
*Divider by @firefly-graphics
*No Beta-all mistakes are mine
PART IX
Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impalaâs squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, âIf youâve screwed up my car, Iâm going to kick your ass!âÂ
Bobby marches towards the car and spits, âStop giving your brother a hard time.â His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him.Â
****
Sam quickly rounds the car, blocking the Beta from his line of sight. âDean, calm down, itâs Bobby. Remember when he'd play baseball with you instead of practicing with the shotguns?â Dean ignores Sam and tries to round-end his equally quick brother when a hand grabs his wrist. Dean halts and peers back at the O, who points to him, her ear, and Sam, who advises, âListen to your Omega Dean."
Bobbyâs jaw drops upon hearing the youngest Alphas' words. He sees the O wince as she holds her arms up and watches Dean quickly shift from aggression, something the younger man is prone to, to the gentleness he remembers from childhood. Once out, she scented the air before making the universal sign for Beta. âYes, he is. Bobby, this is..," Dean strumbled over what to call her when she held up her hands and, with her fingers, indicated the number 4444968503.
âThatâs a helluva lot of numbers for your name, little lady,â Bobby remarks, looking sternly at Dean. âDo I have to worry about you going for my throat while sleeping?â Thoroughly abashed by his reaction toward the man he considers a surrogate father, he responded No, Sir. âGood. Weâll discuss this," gesturing to Deans still scarlet-hued eyes, "later." Bobby peered around his darkened scrap yard. "Let's get inside. I feel like a crow waiting to be picked off here.â
Little did the seasoned hunter know how right he was as two celestial beings observed the group from the shadows.
"You know,â the one in a business suit said, âWhen they told me the apocalypse had gotten the green light and the job of watching over Michael and Lucifer's vessels to my department, I thought, this is it, this is whatâs going to make me more than employee of the month for the fifth, no, sixth consecutive millennium. And I was this close," held two fingers centimeters apart, "To getting the key to the Axis Mundi and mano e mano with the big guy.â His features hardened, âOf course, that was before you. Care to explain why disregarded orders to get rid of that birth defect?â
The other looked across the yard at the parties retreating to the house while his unerring memory returned to the past.Â
****
Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean from his conception. As his charge grew, he was in awe of the boy's perception of others' emotions and intuitive knowledge of how to comfort them.
Shortly before his fourth birthday, John and Mary told their son that he would be a big brother, showing him the ultrasound photograph and Dean got excited, saying heâd be the best big brother to his two siblings. His confused parents again explained there was only one pup but Dean skewed his little face into a fierce expression, continuing to insist there were two amused his father.
On the other hand, Mary felt apprehensive at her offspring's insistence, and the feeling grew throughout the pregnancy. A few months later, she was fixing lunch when Dean came running in and began talking to her middle, saying he would be the best brother in the world to them. He placed his tiny hands on opposite sides of her swollen belly, and Mary felt kicking directly under them.
Several weeks later, Deans bounced off the walls, saying his siblings would be here tomorrow. John and Mary reminded him it would be longer before his brother was ready for his debut, but in the wee hours of the following day, Maryâs water broke.
John found himself juggling a hospital bag, his son, and his mate to the car for the hospital. The angel sat in the backseat gazing at his excited charge and feltâregret, aware that fulfilling his orders to eliminate the extra pup would unduly distress the vessel.
But before Castiel could further analyze this sudden human emotion, he got distracted by the doctor saying there were complications with the pup. They needed John's permission for an emergency procedure. Not detecting any unnatural issue in the mother or pups, he quizzically followed to the delivery room where Mary, despite being drugged, had a quick delivery.
The angel watches the doctor evaluate the slightly sedated pups and deems them healthy before handing them to a nurse. But instead of taking them to the nursery, they detoured to the stairwell, and Castiel quickly realized they weren't a staff member but rather someone intent on stealing both pups. The angel intervenes and then finds him in a quandary.Â
Saving Lucifer's vessel left him holding the babyâspecifically, the unnecessary pup whose existence puzzled heaven. When the female gazes at him with disturbingly focused eyes, other emotions trigger in the angel, leaving him unable to complete his task. Momentarily searching, he transports her to another state and swaps her with another stillborn pup.Â
****
"You disregard the plan that's been in place for eons because some reject made you feel?!"Â Zachariah barked out a laugh of disbelief and turned to his companion. âIâm going to ask and donât lie. What made you grow a conscience this time? Strike that. I don't care. Now, who else knows about your screwup?"
"I told no one."
"Then we've got a mole within our midst." Zachariah is interrupted by the Winchester Alpha pulling into the yard. Pointing a finger at Castiel, the senior angel says, "This is your only chance to return to my good graces. Find out who is behind that thing's reappearance."
âOkay, thanks.â Bobby tossed the cordless on his desk. âDr. Stevenson can get it, but itâll take a day.â
âGood," John says, tossing back his third glass of whiskey. "The sooner that implants back in, the better.â Bobby sipped it on his glass, studying the other hunter heâd known for years.Â
Bobby learned the day they meet that John Winchester was an obsessive bastard whoâd do anything to get the demon that killed his mate, including dragging his two very young sons into the hunter life.
****
The first time the boys were left with him, Sam had just turned three and was curious about everything. Dean? Well, he found the seven-year-old rather odd. He would get out of sorts if his training schedule were changed but patient as Job with the toddler, answering every question, no matter how crazy they were, and caring for Sam as if he were his pup.Â
One night, screaming woke him up. Rushing to the room the boys were sharing; Bobby stopped dead in his tracks. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking a howling Sam, trying to comfort him with tears streaming down his face. When he saw Bobby, Dean panicked and began apologizing, babbling on that Sam didn't mean to do it and heâd clean up the mess, confusing the Beta before noticing Sam had wet himself and the bed.
Reassuring Dean it wasnât a big deal, Bobby gathered some clean sleep clothes and rustled them into a warm bath. Leaving Dean to watch Sam, he stripped the soiled bedding and tossed it into the washer, making a mental note to get a bed protector, grabbed a lawn bag, split it open, and placed it under the spare bedding.
He had just finished remaking the bed when Dean, carrying his sleeping brother, entered with a weary expression that made Bobby sad and angry.Â
Putting on his kindest smile, he helped them back into bed, left a small lamp heâd found on, and told Dean to wake him if they needed anything, no matter how trivial.
****
Bobby returns to the present when John drops the now-empty bottle on his desk. Reaching into a drawer, he pulls a fresh one. Topping off his glass he remarks, "You wanna tell me why you failed to mention Dean has a fresh claimed Omega, let alone one beat all to hell." He stares John straight in the eye while sliding the bottle toward him.
John suppressed snarling for such an impertinent question, knowing he needed to stay on good terms with the Beta until Dean finished his mandatory probation and told him about Helms's establishment, Sam witnessing the O fighting with his Alpha lugsâexplaining why it looked like it went three rounds with a vengeful spiritâto purchasing it for a dollar.
However, John couldn't hide the flash of guilt in his eyes as he skimmed over what happened at the clinic before admitting the judge's enforcement of the claiming statute was his fault, but didn't sugarcoat the details of witnessing Dean's claiming horrified Bobby.
âIf everything is like you say, what'd you need Frank's help for?"
John looked directly at him, saying he needed the state order to take Sam erased if Dean failed to fulfill his probation. Bobby knew the Alpha was lying through his teeth but didn't call him out. Instead, he threw his drink back and headed to bed.
Passing the room the boys still occupied when staying; Bobby could hear them talking before loudly closing his bedroom door, giving John time to finish that second bottle. When he reopened it later, he could hear the Alpha's loud snoring, and carefully snagged the keys from his jacket, slipped out the kitchen door, and took the scenic route to the Alphaâs truck.
Bobby knows whenever John is hiding won't be in the regular places, i.e., in the glove box, over the visor, ect; began examining the vehicle's exterior and, finding nothing, opens the weapons catch. Nothing stands out when he spots a curse box and recalls John inquiring about creating one some time ago.
Bobby fiddled around with the unfinished box when, bingo, it popped open, revealing a bunch of rolled papers inside. He crossed to the garage and fired up a printer, making copies of the documents then returned everything to its original position because John would notice if anything were misplaced. Heading back to his room, Bobby noticed light still coming from underneath the boy's door and lightly rapped it before opening it.
The elder brother was spooning his mate from behind, which made sense since Bobby knew from personal experience that lying on bruised ribs dulled the pain. However, it was difficult for the man to process why his brother was sleeping snugly against her front, his fingers twined with Dean's, resting on her hip.
PART X
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my alpha | sam winchester
title: my alpha
characters: alpha sam winchester x omega reader
summary: you're destined to be mated with your own teacher and both of you made a beautiful family together.
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for one year you're studying at the community college, attend his classes, speak to dr. winchester countless of times, not once your body (or his) reacting towards each other. well, except for today.
dr. sam winchester is a lawyer, but he spends his spare time teaching at the community college you're in. law is his major, unlike you. you're a writing student, but taking a law class is a compulsory elective. not taking law class or fail law class, you're unable to graduate.
there was not an issue with meeting dr. winchester in class for the past three weeks. okay, well, maybe there was. for an example, your heart skips a beat every time your eyes locked with him; your knees went weak every time he's near; you were suddenly nervous to talk to him. for the past three weeks, though there was not much of an issue, but you've became quiet in his class.
your heat just ended last week. that makes it even weirder.
you try to ignore the uncomfortable-ness. despite sitting in a cold room, you feel hot. your t-shirt is suddenly too tight for you and is sticking to your skin. your heart rate is fast like you just run a 100 metre sprint. you're sweating under your armpit. your lips are pale. you cannot concentrate in class.
your friends notice somethingâsomething is not right with you today. they ask if you're okay and you know you can't lie because it's so obvious that you're indeed not okay, but you how do you tell your human friends that you're having some kind of animalistic reaction because of your dynamic? you end up telling them that you're having a headache (in which, isn't wrong either).
and throughout the class, you and sam keep on locking eyes and every time that happens, you feel slick coming out of your vagina. "oh, god. not now," you tell yourself inside your head even though you're still clueless to what's happening to you. you're not in heat. in fact, your heat just ended. and you're not smeâ
ohhh, your eyes flutterâor is that your heart? that smell. oh, god, that smell! it's so... it's so sweet and manly and strong... and it's urging you to go towards that smell, scenting him, claim him, embrace yourself around that smeâ
you open your eyes (you didn't even realise you were closing your eyes) and there they are againâsam's eyes. something in those eyes made the small voice inside your head say "GO!" is this your soulmate calling? is this your omega voice telling you that you're finally found your mate? but, isn't it supposed to say "mate!" or that only happens to certain people? is your case special?
you really want to leave dr. winchester's class because you can't sit under his stare anymore. you need to go to the washroom and clean yourself because, gosh, you're so wet down there. but law is a difficult subject so whether you like it or not, you stayed.
you stayed and you stayed and you stayed some more when the class was dismissed. you waited until the class is empty. you lie to your friends, telling them that you have a question regarding your assignments. and although you feel weird, although you don't understand what's happening to your body, but old enough to understand that indeed you've found your mate.
you didn't move from your seat even though your omega is keen to run from the alpha just because she likes to be chased and she knows that an alpha likes to chase. you keep your eyes away from sam, afraid that there'll be more slick coming out from your if your eyes locked with his again. and you're shivering as your eyes watched sam's shadow approaching you.
sam stands opposite from you, on the other end of your table. you watch his long fingers taping the table. "you're in heat."
his voice. gosh, his voice. his voice was louder, clearer, and a pitch higher when he's lecturing but when it's only you two in the room, his voice drops a few notes lower making him sounds more manly. his voice more raspy and sexy.
you're hot and you're cold. you're sweating but you're shivering. you're shaking but you're scared. you're pale but you're alive. you want to leave but you can't. your body hurts, but even sitting still don't do justice.
"no," you say with a shake of your head. "my heat ended a few days ago."
you thought sam knew why both of you are suddenly longing for each other's touch and presence so you waited to hear the answer coming from sam's mouth, but nothing came. there was pause and that made you look up to his eyes. goddammit, you wished you didn't do it because just a second after that, you're on your feet with sam's arm around your waist and his nose at the crook of your neck.
"alpha," you moan.
sam's reacting positively to your voice calling him alpha. he's excited. you can feel him on your stomach. and you're excited too. though sam's nose is between your neck and shoulder blade, scenting you, but you know he can smell your arousal.
he lets out a sigh with a mix of a groan. one arm around your waist, the other is gripping your thigh. it's like he's angry. it's like he can't wait to do things to you, but he's still trying to keep himself sane. it's like he's patient yet not. "mmm, you smell so good, 'mega."
"what's happening? i'm not in heat. then whyâ"
"maybe it's the bond. i'm in a... i'm in a rut."
"thenâ" you gulp. you don't want to touch sam before getting the answer, but it feels so good to be wrapped around the alpha's arm, to be touched by him, to be surrounded by his scent. "whyâwhy are you in school? aren't you supposeâ"
"omega," he said.
one wordâone word that means a lot. one word that means "i don't need to be anywhere else". one word that means "i don't need to lock myself in an abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere." one word that means "i have what i want here. you."
you let sam touch you. you let sam guide you touching him. you let your own emotion drowned into sam's smell. then suddenly, sam is panting.
"alpha, are you okay?" you ask, genuinely worried.
sam cannot answer your question properly. he's sweating so bad. he's raking his tie like it's the most annoying thing in the world. his eyes are diluted, distant. his alpha is dominating him. and with your sweet scent... he's becoming insane. all he could do was grunting with his hands all over your body as if two hands are not enough touching you.
"alpha, we'reâ" you hiccuped when you feel sam's hand in between your legs. "we're in class. alpha, you can'tâ"
you gasped when sam roared and kissed you heavily as if to shut you up and make you forget wherever you are now. and maybe he succeeded because, after that, you forgot where you are.
"hey."
you smile at your alpha, who is already handsome and neat in his suit, but is still busy making breakfast for you. "hey." your eyebrows furrowed. "are you not working today?"
"i am. why?" sam licks a nutella that accidentally got stuck on his finger, showing a pair of cute dimples on his cheeks.
"nothing. you're... you're already in your uniform. you shouldn't be running around the kitchen." you step towards the kitchen counter and take a sit on one of the tall stool in front of sam. two mugs were ready to be drank. you grab yours, which is the opposite colour of your alpha's. "you made me tea? you know i don't mind coffee."
"i know." sam gives you smile so sweet that makes your heart beats faster. "but i also know you prefer. i got to get work now. what time is your class?"
"10," you answer simply before taking a sip of tea that your alpha made for you. once the taste hits your taste buds, you feel as if the world changed its colours. "oh, jeez, this is so good!"
sam's heart grows hearing your compliment. something with the compliment, and the way his omega drinking tea he made for her, makes him puffing his chest. and how he wishâoh how he wishâ he could kiss you all day just because you like his tea he made for you.
"want to ride together?" your alpha offers.
"what, oh..." you stutter.
sam is a brilliant man. he's a good lecturer. he's a good lawyer. you're proud to have him as your mate. but also, you're still new to this relationship. you're still adjusting to the situation because who knew your mate is your own teacher? you're not ready to be seen together by the whole campus especially that you know dating your lecturer is against college's rule.
you know sam understands behind your "why, oh..." as an omega, you know you can't say no when your alpha is offering you something. it's not even your decision either or not you go public with your mate. and because of these, you're ready to be yelled, to be punished by your alpha. you keep your head down as you prepare yourself for any kind of force against you.
but to your surprise... none came.
none of the above came.
sam was already at the front door, ready to leave for work when he offered you a ride so when he sees you as if ready for punishment, sam walks back to you and kiss your temple.
"finish your breakfast, omega. see you at 10."
your heart warms. you feel like breaking down. all these times... all the tales mated people tell you, the stories your friends tell you about the men in their families and lives, you know how lucky you are to have sam as your mate.
the relationship with sam isn't easy. obviously, as mentioned earlier, he's a teacher. you're a student. it's illegal to have a relationship with a teacher despite being mated. though not everybody understand your dynamic especially that the university is mostly populated by humans, but life must go on and yours and sam's relationship ended up being acknowledged by the university's dean.
you live in the hostel provided by the college. good for sam, he rents a house outside though nearby the college so it's shorter form him to travel from his house to the college (even though he has outside work most times). when the dean knows you've been living with sam on and off, he decides that it's better you live with sam now.
like live with him as real mates. which also means you and sam carpooling together to college; which means being seen together publicly; which means you have to accept that this is now your life. and you do. it's no one's fault here.
and it's somewhere after three months of relationship. you're in law class with your friends, waiting for sam to arrive (you don't know why he's late and you're annoyed that he's late and you can't help wondering where he's been though you refused to text him or call him) and your friend says, "you look sparking."
you pulled a face. "what does that mean?"
your friend, joined by other of your friends, are giggling to themselves while your wait for their answer. you look sparkling, what does that really mean? didn't you look pretty before? did you look like an ugly cockroach before? even if you do look sparkling today, then why is samâ
speaking of the devil. there he comes striding inside the class. good. it's been ten minutes you're waiting for his arrival, for his presence. didn't he know that you're being extra sensitive today? he should knâ
now he's looking as if he's uncomfortable in class and he just entered! while setting up his laptop to the projector and opening the presentation slide for today, he's can't stop looking his right and left and back and the class, scrunching his nose as if something smells so bad in class. his eyes catch yours. his eyebrows knitted. then, barely any reaction on his face, he gets back to his laptop and begins his lecture.
excuse me? what's wrong with him today?
slowly, you smell yourself. you wonder if the invisible smell comes from you. but yes, as you expected, it's not. in fact, you smell exactly how you left home this morning. you smell like you. yes, the class room is a mixture of bad breath and sweat, but sam never even bothered before?!.
"is something smells funny to you?" you ask your friend.
"no?"
you nod your head. "okay."
your heart started beating faster as thought running side your mind like a flashback you don't want to remember. if it's not the room, if it's not you... then...
you hear your heart breaking. it's been only three months since you mated with sam. you helped through his rut. he helped you through your heat. he makes breakfast for you. you cook him dinner. of course three months are not that many ruts and heats, but how could he cheat on you already?
you can't focus for the rest of the class. your mind is elsewhere. and every time your eyes accidentally lock with sam, he makes sure he looks away immediately. god, how can you still sit in the class room?
something is different. it's not the building; it's not him; it's not the morning meeting; it's not his coffee or your tea. but something is different.
he's been so busy while making you breakfast this morning to notice anything different coming from his omega, but as soon as he arrives your college after a meeting with his client, there is this smell that feels so soft like a fresh cloth from the washing machine. this smell is so sweet like a mixture of rose and vanilla and fresh-baked cookies. this smell makes him feel like home, so homey that he can sleep on the floor of the building with this smell.
he follows the smell. and to his shock, this smell is coming from his class. the class he's about to teach in a few minutes. law class. the class you're attending. yes, the class of his omega. there are other omegas in the class, but does it make sense that this is coming from you? he really can't tell now. all he knows is that this smellâor scentâis no stranger to him.
once he dismissed the class, while the students are leaving one by one, sam scents every one of them. humans, alphas, omegas. and he knows he has to be discreet because he can't let his omegaâyouâto notice that he's scenting other omegas when his omega is right in front of him. it's like he's asking for a death sentence.
and just like he expected, none of them smells like this smell. the humans smell like urine. some of them even smell as if they bathed in a pool of cologne. the alphas smell like... well, alphas. sam received growls from most of them. the betas are okay, nothing so significant. the omegas makes me him cough and gag so bad.
gosh, why the hell is he scenting them?
once everybody left, sam closes and locks the door. the smell didn't leave with the rest of the students. it stays. and that worries sam even more, but excites him at the same time. he was worried because he thought he mated with the wrong mate (or is it possible that he has more than one mate?) and he's excited because his omega smells so, so, so good.
"what?" you ask with an eyebrow raised. you're irritated with sam. first, he was being weird today. second, he was late for class. third, he can't think you didn't notice him scenting those omegas?!
"come here." sam was resting half of his bum against the teacher's table.
"no."
"omega," he warns. "come. here."
the omega inside you are keen to follow her alpha's order, but you can't back down now. at least, not today. there were so much happening today and you're mad at your alpha.
"how about you come here."
instead of being angry at you, sam takes that as a challenge. with a blink of an eye, he's right in front of you. so close that you can smell the papermint in his breath. with his fast movement, you almost tumble backwards yourself, but sam is sam. he's quick grab your wrist and pull you into his arms. and just like the first time you and sam found out that you're mates, sam has his nose on your mating gland.
you wiggle to get free. "sam, i have class."
sam scents you heavier while you're still trying to get yourself free. but the harder you wiggle, the tighter sam's arm around you. it causes more friction and makes sam excited rather than letting you go. "did youâdid you change your perfume?"
"perfume?" your heart breaks. seriously, something isn't right. the next time you open your mouth, your voice comes out squeaky. "since when do i wear perfumes?"
"youâ"
"let me go."
sam doesn't respond to your request, but keeps on smelling you and smelling you and smelling you.
"seriously, sam, just tell me."
"tell you what?" sam genuinely looks confused.
"that you have another omega."
"what?" this time, sam lifts his head from your mating gland. his arms loosened around your waist. and finally, with one push, you succeeded let yourself free. he laughs humourlessly. "what the hell are you talking about?"
"alright, that's it. i'm leaving."
no, you didn't mean you're leaving sam, but you're leaving the class because you have another class in two hours and you need something to eat. you're not in a good mood. you're sad. you're angry. you're hungry. if there's no glucose consumed by your body, you know you won't function for next class.
however, you didn't get to go to next class because you have a bad headache. once you reach the house you and sam share, you cannot stopped vomiting. you manage to drink some plain water. you tried to have biscuits, but all of them bile out a few minutes after.
when sam comes back home that evening, and found sleeping on the bathroom floor, he panics.
"y/n? shit. y/n, hey, wake up." he softly slaps your cheek to wake you up, brings you up to his lap and moves the hair on your face. you look so pale and it scares him so much.
you unconsciously mewl when sam's scent hits your nose. and you stir and push yourself close towards sam's chest. his scent calms you down. you feel a hand rubbing the top of your head. "omega, what happened?"
"iâdâknow." you manage to answer weakly. "i just..." before you could finish your sentence, you're feeling nauseas again. and you quickly turn towards the toilet bowl. you don't want vomit on your alpha.
"let's go see doctor."
you're too sick, too tired, too weak to protest. plus, you're mature enough that you understood that this isn't because of food poisoning. this isn't because of pre-heat hormones. this is something else.
you nod your head. after washing your face and brush your teeth and changed into sam's shirt (because for particular reasons and especially right now, sam's shirt is the only clothe that your omega body is accepting), sam drives you to the clinic. special clinic for werewolves. and it's far enough that you threw up a few times more on the way.
you have started showing on your six months of pregnancy. you can't hide with baggy t-shirts anymore. you can't hide with your sweatshirts anymore. you can't even hide with your alphas extra, extra, extra large shirts anymore. and give up hiding it but you're still wearing sam's t-shirt as your maternity clothe because it's so comfortable and makes you calm throughout the day, on campus, without your alpha nearby.
sam is giving out informations for your assignments. and being a good student you are, you scribble notes so you won't forget even though you have more than 4 hours in a week to ask him about the assignment. while jotting down, you accidentally drop your pen and, something... a thing that if your alpha isn't a mature, possessive kind of alpha, you knew war could've happened.
sam was too far to the front to help you. and your stomach is too big for you to bend down and pick up your pen yourself so whether sam likes it or not, another alpha student in the class helps you. he bends down, picks up the pen, gets up, returns the pen to you, and smiles back at you when you say thanks to him. then, you return to your work, oblivious to how the alpha student eyeing your pregnant belly.
sam was fuming. but he's still in class. and he didn't want to lose his job especially now that both of you are expecting, he knows he wants all the luxuries to be given to his pups.
while still lecturing, he approaches you. and you can't help but to eye him warily because you know that this must have something to do with the alpha who helped you just now. once he's right beside you, he stops. he rests his hand on your shoulder at first as if to tell everyone in the lecture room that you're claimed, you're his. then, you feel his fingers caressing your mating gland.
and you shiver. and purring. and you can't stop yourself from submitting to your alpha in public, resting your head against the back of his hand. but you just had to. it's your dynamic. and you can't stop yourself especially when your alpha is showing dominance, especially when you're carrying his pups.
the humans find it cute, some make gagging sound, but with your dynamics, the situation becomes tense. the alpha who helped you keeps clenching his jaws, felt as if his ego is being torn down. other alphas look away, wishing they're anywhere else but here. betas are like humans. other omegas in the class room are glaring at you, wishing sam is caressing their mating gland or showing dominance towards them.
then, while sam's fingers are still on your mating gland, you feel something against your stomach.
"oh." you wince. you don't think it hurts, but definitely caught you off-guard. it's so hard that you feel as if your pups are trying to get themselves free from the cocoon of your belly.
"omega?" he asks, felt you jumped just now. his eyes caught your hands rubbing your stomach and he starts to panic.
"um, nânothing, sâsir." it's wrong to call him sir, but again you're inâ "oh." you jump again when there's another kick. good, that's good. the doctor says you'll be expecting kicks from your twin pups. that means your pups are healthy, but there's a problem.
you run your hands on your stomach to feel for another kick. there it is again. good. yes. just like what you want to feel even though it's so damn hurt, but why do you only feel only a pair of legs when you're pregnant with twins?
"exâexcuse me. iâi need to go to the toilet."
without waiting for sam's answer, you quickly stand up and head for the toilet as fast as your belly can bring you. once inside the toilet you lock the door (good thing the toilet is empty), wanting some privacy. you caress your stomach. up and down. left to right. trying to soothe your pups. you push your stomach here and there, trying to feel another pair of kicks, but there's still none.
you start to shake. your eyes watery. "please, moon goddess, please don'tâ"
suddenly, there's a knock on the door. "omega?"
as soon as you open the door, sam have his hands cup your face, asking if you're okay. but you're shaking and crying and anxious and worried about your pups that the sentence that came out of your mouth merely sounds like, "alpha, i'mâ sâsâsorry. iâ didnâ theâ pupsâ pupsâ theyâ hurtsâ"
"no, no. i'm not mad at you." sam's thumb brushes your cheeks, wiping your tears. he tries his best to purr for you so you'd come down. it's not good to be in a state like you are now for the pups. plus, he can't get answer from you when you can't speak. "tell me. tell me what happen and i'll help. sshhh, it's okay. i'm here. i'm right here with you."
"the pupsâ" you hiccup. "the pupsâ"
will sam be mad at you if you tell sam that one of the pups isn't kicking? will sam put all the blames in you because of that? will sam lock you inside your house after you tell sam about his pups?
"what happened?"
"kick. theyâ heâ kicks."
hearing that sam sigh. his face lights up. and he smiles from ear to ear. "really?"
you nod your head. to prove him, you take sam's big hand and rests it on your stomach. sure enough, one of the pups kicks the father's hand. and sam looks as if it's the happiest day of his life.
then, something dawns on him. "but... they're twins..."
"that's what iâ that'sâ sam, what's happening?" you burst again.
you love them. even though they haven't been born yet, but you have already love them. you don't want to lose both of them or either of them. you don't. you can't.
"let's go to the hospital." he grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the building.
"what? you can'tâ you're having a class."
"they're dismissed."
"dismissed? but the class just started."
"it ended a second after you left. now let's go."
in the car towards pack hospital, you continue caressing your stomach to feel the kick of the second pair of legs. you even take sam's free hand and push it around your stomach as a trigger for the second pair to wake up. because who knows if the second pup is more attached to the father's, right? but to your dismay, there is none. still.
"hey, don't worry too much. i'm sure everything will be alright," sam says in the car. he can't see your lips turned downwards. his alpha hates to see his omega sad. but what does he know about a pregnant omega's feelings?
you ended up in the ward for a follow up.
soon, you realised the doctor was right. the other twin is the passive one though expected also being an alpha. he was sleeping and relaxing when his brother was active. that night, you feel the second kick and you and sam are overjoyed that both of you accidentally woke up other patients.
both you and sam are getting ready for class. sam is fixing his tie in front of the tall mirror while you're putting on your trousers. you approach your alpha to help him with his tie (one that he pretends he doesn't know how to tie the tie) and in front of him, you feel a gush of water coming our of your vagina like a water fall.
you look down. your trousers are fully wet. well, what else do you expect? it's water. not merely slick. there's a big black spot on the carpeted floor. the only good thing here is that, it's not blood, though it still has a distinguishing smell.
"oh, no! alpha." you reach for your big alpha with one hand and hold your belly with the other. you're yet to feel the contraction but the water is making you uncomfortable.
sam looks down with eyebrows knitted on his temple. he knows. he understands. he knows his pups are coming. he's ready but not prepared for them to come today!
sam is not thinking about his job anymore. he's barely thinking about the pungent smell. he's not thinking about the hygiene. he picks you up and places you inside his car. he kisses the top of your head before he runs back inside the house a bag and other supplies. before he leave the house, he makes sure that everything is in safe condition, only by that time, you're starting to feel the contraction.
dammit. you thought being in heat is already a torture...
sam manages to drive under speed limit but fast enough to arrive at the pack hospital before your delivery. but throughout the journey, you're already crying without tears, suppressing the contraction pain. it hurts, it hurts so damn much that it makes you re-thinking your life choice.
sam tried to be a great alpha by massaging your back. he takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulder, hoping it'll help you with the pain. but right now, there's nothing else that could you ease with that. even with his purr, even with his kisses on your mating gland once both of you're in the hospital room and you're already in hospital gowns.
you're in the delivery room for 16 hours. 16 hours of breathing. 16 hours of massaging. 16 hours of crying. 16 hours of laughing. 16 hours of blaming your alpha for putting you through this. 16 hours of discussing either or not you want more pups (you discussed with your alpha that you want as many children both of you can produce and your alpha agreed with that). 16 hours of talking to distract you from the pain. well, only one thing way helps: the one when your alpha finger you, but even that only works for a short time.
and then, finally, after 16 hours of through these all, two beautiful alphas came out of you. the doctors are quick to clean them before returning them back to you and your alpha for claiming and skinships. and your world can't even be more beautiful than this.
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One Wife for Two Brothers
Summary: The infamous Winchesters brothers are in your village, and the old ladies in town won't stop gossiping about how they are looking for an Omega. You are happy to offer yourself to the role. Warnings: Vaginal fingering. Smut. Teasing. Seduction. A/B/O dynamics.
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You swept the floor of the church clean in a silent trance, humming a hymn to yourself while other women whispered to themselves in a corner.
"Hey," you called. "If you are not going to clean, just go talk outside. It will make my job easier."
Mrs Harvelle threw a look in your direction, pressing her lips in a worried look.
"Come here, kid," she called. "Come listen to us."
"Ellen," Mrs Mills hissed.
"You know she needs to know, Jody," she nearly barked back.
Mrs Mills didn't look pleased and you sighed, not wanting to get another scolding from your father for ignoring your chores to listen to gossip, but the trio of women practically pulled you to stand with them.
"She is too young to even know of any of this, Ellen!" she protested.
"She is nineteen," Mrs Harvelle argued, keeping a tight grip around your elbow. "My girl is younger and I already taught her what she needs to know about them."
Them?
"Who is them?" you frowned.
"Those Winchester boys," Mrs Harvelle told you.
The name rang a bell, and you just frowned more. They were Alphas from a clan that lived a day away from your town. They would often come to represent their group in legal situations and to buy things they couldn't produce.
You hadn't heard much from them, honestly, only what your father always said. He called them heretics who followed the old ways, prayed under the moon and were rumoured to still be able to shift into wolves - something that had been lost for centuries now.
Rogue Alphas who followed no human laws.
Aside from the rumours, though, they never seemed to cause any trouble. You had never heard of them disrespecting anyone, or doing anything to earn such a reputation.
And yet, people still feared them.
"Some people said they are looking for a mate," Mrs Mills told you.
"Well, they can forget it," Mrs Harvelle growled. "No Omega in this town will sign themselves away to be their breeding bitch."
You swallowed down and she scowled.
"My Jo said she isn't leaving the house until they are gone," she shot you a look. "You should do the same thing. It's safer."
Jo had just turned 15, you doubted she would even want to think of that.
You didn't know what to think of it. So far, you hadn't even thought about marriage, much less mating.
"Be careful," Miss Hanscum told you.
And then, just as soon as they had pulled you closer, they pushed you back into work, leaving you alone to finish cleaning the church.
You were just two benches away from the door and the sun was almost down when you heard it opening loudly, and heavy steps - that you didn't recognise - walked inside.
"My father is gone," you warned them. "He won't be back until..."
You stopped midway as you looked at who it was, stunned to see the tall and large figure at the door, an imposing man with eyes that caught the light and bigger than any other you had ever seen in your life.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, face soft. "I just came here to pray."
His scent hit your nose, and you weren't surprised. Â He was an Alpha - and a very good smelling one.
"It's... fine," you mumbled.
He nodded, and stepped on the carpet, cleaning his boots before taking the furthest seat from you and sitting right in the front, on the other side of the church, maybe hoping it wouldn't disturb your cleaning.
You waited a bit and pretended to have to clean a different spot, trying to take a better look at him as he prayed with his eyes closed.
His clothes weren't too well stitched and looked like they were redone several times to fit his size, as if he had grown faster than he was supposed to. He was just so muscular.
You had never seen an Alpha looking so... Â traditional.
Whoever this man was, he looked like he had come straight out of history books. You were shocked that his fingers didn't have claws or his ears didn't have fur.
Though it wasn't like you could see his ears with his long, luscious hair.
You froze, a little embarrassed when you realised you were staring. Why were you so fixated on him, why did you even care about his hair?
Alpha opened his eyes and stared right at yours, and you had to will your knees not to buckle.
"Are you from the Winchester clan?" you asked.
His lips curled in a teasing smile.
"Yes," he confirmed.
His big hand moved to his side, and he patted the seating spot by his side.
Any warnings to stay away just flew away from your head.
You rubbed your thighs together as you followed his silent instructions, sitting at the bench right by his side, eloped by his delicious scent, and tried not to let yourself be tempted.
You were a smart Omega and weren't going to fall into the lap of the first alpha with soft-looking hair and kind eyes and big hands that looked like they could dwarf both of yours...
"So⌠you pray?â you asked. âI thought you believed in your moon god."
He chuckled.
"We do, as a clan," Alpha explained. "But I like to believe all gods have a reason to be respected. Maybe this one will be nice and help my brother find us an inn that will let us stay the night."
You laughed a bit.
"Maybe we can pray together?" you offered. "It can't hurt to try."
He smiled and took your hands, moving so that he could face you, and you did the same.
"Close your eyes," he whispered.
You obeyed, but you couldn't quite do anything as close to praying.
Instead, you could only think of his scent, of how it was all around you. Could he scent you?
Maybe he could scent how you were getting wet by just breathing his scent in alone.
"What is your name?" he asked, breath so close to your neck you could almost feel his lips on your skin. "And why are you trying to tempt me in such a holy place?"
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Alpha!Dean who's sooooo convinced he's going to fuck a pretty Omega when she tells him to stay the night at her place to thank him for getting rid of a vengeful spirit.
like obvs he follows her and gets surprised, like shocked that he only gets a kiss and she tells him that she wants to try something with him.
and he's like "uhhhh, okay." raised brow and all and a little bit suspicious.
and she proceeds to tell him abt how she read in a book that Omegas hundred of years back used to let Alphas sleep in their nest when they were back from war, quest or trip to provide comfort, it could be like platonic or romantic. it was like a way to tell the Alphas that they were home and safe. like some sort of Aroma Therapy.
and Dean doesn't know whether she's joking or not and gives her a look close to puppy eyes like "wait, so no pussy? đĽş" lmaooo
and she doesn't say anything and promises him that he smells like he needs it. he reeks of discomfort, of the leather from his car seat, sweat, dirt, blood you name it. and she's convinced that it's the best way to thank him cuz he needs it. like bad.
she makes him shower before he even thinks of sitting on her bed with his outside/demon hunting clothes. and then omd, he gets in her bed and she like tucks him in and he's so weirded out but he kinda likes it, and the Omega's pretty so he's not gonna complain like a fucking moron.
And she stays next to him, tells him a little about herself and their town, abt the different posters hung in her room and some bands she listens to, and when she notices he's getting more and more comfortable in her soft fluffy blankets, she gives him a forehead kiss and turns off the lights and leaves to sleep over at her friends house.
and Oh. My. God.
when I tell you Dean slept like a fucking baby, he passed the fuck out when he realised she was being serious abt him sleeping in her bed for the night. he slept so good he didn't even dream, he slept so good he didn't wake up at night, not even once, he passed right the fuck out in her bed, high off Omega scent. and she smelled good. like really good.
when he finally came to in the morning, it took him a while to fully wake up, and he noticed that he drooled a bit in his sleep and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. he was warm, comfortable, in a heaven of fluffy blankets, sweet Omega scent, and plushies apparently. His hair was actually sticking out even tho it was short and spiky and he had marks on one side of his face from the pillow.
and most importantly he felt really good. like really really good. it was probably the best night of sleep he's ever had these past few years.
when he finally makes his way downstairs, he finds Sam and the Omega at the table, clearly waiting for him to wake up to have breakfast together. and Sam's brow just raises a little bit and notices his brother's slow movements, slow steps, like he's been floating away in clouds make out of cotton candy. or like he's being fucked so good he's still woozy from it. who knows.
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The Smell of You (Sam drabble)
When you meet your Alpha.
Harvelleâs Roadhouse for hunters is in a way you have never seen before. Rugged men and women mingling with each other makes the smell of Alpha all the more potent. Itâs no surprise most hunters are Alphas, but it is still bothersome considering your presentation as an Omega. You try to avoid as many people as you can as you navigate through the crowd. Your suppressants keep the attention of others away most of the time, but you prefer to avoid physical contact if you can. In the busy bar, there is no sign of your best friend, Jo. You think maybe she has gone behind the counter to help her mother, but Hellen is expertly managing the customers on her own. Where the hell has Jo gone to?
The door of the establishment opens and closes yet again, but youâre too busy looking for your friend to glance at the newcomers. Finally, in the mass of bodies, you spot Jo animatedly talking to Ash in a corner of the place, near the jukebox. With a smile on your face, you make your way over. Just as you reach them, something else happens. Your friend looks from over your shoulder at something -someone- behind you. And before you turn around, before you look at him, you smell him. People often say that when finding your mate, all of your concentration would be taken away and the only focus would be on them. You want to agree, but more than that, all that you can focus on is the smell. Oh, so sweet and yet so masculine. You wish to melt on him like butter, you feel reborn. Finally, as you look up, your eyes clash with Sam Winchester and nothing else seems to matter. You are his.
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Craving the wild side (Sam Winchester)
Sam Winchester x reader
Warnings: AOB, medical things, mental health issues, abuse, light swearing, Angst, hurt/comfort, violence
Huzzah I write something without finishing my other stories đ
Case file No.2864
Name: Samual Winchester
D.O.B 2/3/1983
Age: 41
Background:
Sam Winchester (Feral alpha) found, then captured by our special team delta on the 1st of February 2024, Alpha was found at the fighting dens known as âKnocked Out Alphasâ in an underground base lead by omega leader Henry While. Alpha assaulted three officers in his feral state after the fighting pit door was left opened in the shootout. The feral alpha made a run for it before officer John Dennis tranquillised him and brought him to head facility 202. Alpha Sam Winchester has been here a total 5 months with little progression. Former head doctor Grace Peggy has been sent on maternity leave and this case now is being handed over to you.
Please see attached files regarding this case.
Your computer dings in notification at the files sent your way after your email from head office. You brief over them, before replying and log out before heading to lunch. Jimmy meets you there with a smile on his face as you both order a meal and sit down.
âSo, I hear youâre on a new case?â Jimmy asks spooning some rice into his mouth.
âYep, Sam Winchester case since Grace on leaveâ you answer taking a bit of your own food.
âShe and her mate must be excitedâ Jimmy says and you grimace internally, the thought of a child, a human growing inside of you not comforting or exciting.
âIf I could Iâd do it for the paid leaveâ Jimmy says and you raise an eyebrow at the man.
âUh huhâ you say as he just shrugs with a small grin making you shake your head, he was strange sometimes.
âShould be a pretty easy case hopefully, though heâs been here 5 months, he has family, thankfully, hasnât had any feral outbursts, things like that, heâs just quiet according to Graces notesâ you say with a small shrug and sigh.
âYouâll get through to himâ Jimmy comforts and you nod giving him a small smile.
After your weekend and more reading over Samâs case you finally head into work Monday morning ready to meet the man. Though you really did hate the meeting through glass thing it was precaution, but they were human too, not some caged up animal, no matter their past life. You greet the guard outside his door and he lets you in with a nod of his head. You head inside and sit down before turning off the privacy screen. You look to room, clean, a little too clean, the beds made, actually doesnât look like itâs been slept in for a while, the desk, chair are neat, the desk contents are neat some papers, crayons, the single couch seat and small pillows on it are neat and placed perfectly and the alpha in the middle of the room is sitting with his spine straight, clothes cleaned and unwrinkled, hair cleaned and fresh. You think heâs meditating and hesitate to say anything till heâs finished. So you wait for about ten minutes before he stands to his full height, geez the alphas a sky scrapper. You shake your head briefly focusing on him as he stretches his arms above his head before he turns around and jolts. His whole body tenses and you curse yourself silently, you hadnât been watching him the whole time youâd been on your tablet.
âGreetings Sam, my names Doctor Y/l/nâ you introduce yourself.
âSorry for startling you, I thought you were meditating and didnât want to interrupt!â You say trying to justify sitting here for ten minutes without a word, poor man. He nods his head a small frown on his face before he goes over to his desk and sits down. He picks up a black crayon and begins writing, ignoring your presence.
âDoctor Grace Peggy has gone on leave as Iâm sure youâre aware, Iâll be your new doctor till she comes backâ he doesnât turn to you, or acknowledge youâve spoken and you hesitate. He just keeps writing, back overly straight, like he needed to be any taller.
âHowâs your day been Sam?â You ask trying to get him to communicate with you, but he just ignores you.
âWell it was nice meeting with you, Iâll be back around 3 to catch up some more ok?â You say but still get nothing. You turn on the privacy screen and stare down at your tablet with a frown, Grace did mention he didnât speak or make eye contact, you assumed heâd respond some way and not straight out ignore you. Every case was different you guess.
You head back to your office write down somethings about your first meeting wondering how you should go about this. It will be difficult if he continues ignoring you, hopefully he was just having a quiet morning.
He was not having a quiet morning, he was having a quiet week. He didnât acknowledge you once even when you greeted him first, he didnât startle, didnât glance or look to you at all even when youâd wait for him to finish his meditating. You tried to speak to other doctors about what could help, but they didnât say much, then again it was probably some weird you werenât old enough to be a doctor thing or wouldnât understand it as some older generation doctors have told you. It was a Monday morning when you walked in again, he was meditating once more and you decided to head inside his room. The guard gave you the all clear and the door opened for you to step in. You greeted him quietly as you watched the door close before looking to him. You didnât expect him to have his eyes staring at you wide with his jaw tense.
âSorry for coming in suddenly I did say thoughâ you tell him as you hold your tablet close. You watch his nose flare as he breathes deeply watching a frown crease his brow. You frown slightly also thinking back to this morning when you put deodorant on, did you smell? You try to subtly sniff yourself and fail when you catch nothing but muted alpha smell and muted omega smell. It was a requirement in the faculty for all in the faculty to use a scent blocker. Maybe he didnât like the smell of muted omega, seeing as heâd been around them most his life, on the other hand you feel as if he should be thankful for no over powering omega smell, you know you would be.
âMay I sit with you?â You ask gesturing beside him and he gives one curt nod. You find relief in that and go over to his desk.
âCan I put my tablet here?â You ask looking back to him but heâs closed his eyes and put his head forward. You shrug to yourself laying it neatly as you can before going to sit in front of him. He doesnât open his eyes or acknowledge you as you sit a meter away from him on the uncomfortable cold floor. You cross your legs the best you can, straighten your back and let out a small sigh as you close your eyes.
Thereâs no noise, beside your soft breathing and his, perfect silence. You think to your apartment, you didnât make your bed this morning, then again you didnât go to bed till four in the morning. You should also vacuum your house, the place was dirty from you being busy all the damn time, hell you swear Cobalt complains every time his little paws walk over the floor. Hm, you could go with some Cobalt cuddles, nice fluffy grey fur through your fingers, his purring in your ear, warmth in your lap. You smile at the thought, peeking an eye open seeing Sam perfectly still, his breathing is slow and steady. You close your eyes again wondering what heâs thinking about, does he go through memories, to loved ones or is it blissed silence that you find hard to get in your mind. Youâre jealous for two seconds at that thought till you hear him move. He sits up and you follow suit less gracefully as he lifts his hands above his head and stretches out his body. You do the same hearing your arm crack and wince at the noise. Sam glances at you briefly, eyebrow slightly raised before he goes over to his desk. You follow him to remove your tablet before he sits down and begins to write. You smile to yourself and head to the door before it opens and you step out, you call that progress.
Another week passes, you find out when Sam starts meditating and head in just before he sits on the floor to sit with him. You both sit there for thirty minutes though you find it increasingly hard to focus and sit still while the alpha in front of you sits like a rock unmoved and sturdy. You wonder how he does it honestly. Then he gets up, stretches, your bones stop cracking after a few days thankfully, then he goes to his desk and writes. Youâre going to ask him if you can bring a second desk in, so you can sit and write with him also. Youâre on the way to his room but there are a few guards out the front, a red light above his door. You head into the privacy screen area and flick it off. You gasp at the sight, the chairs are turned over, the table is broken his crayons and papers are everywhere, his bed is messy and bloodied, the wall is also bloodied where he keeps punching it. You canât hear the other doctors or guards as you raise your voice.
âLet me in!â You say to one of the guards. The older doctor tries to stop you but youâre already opening the door and stepping in. You shudder at the change in the air, god. He keeps punching the wall despite his bloodied knuckles, despite the sweat on his body. How long has he been doing this? Surely they wouldâve tranquillised him.
âSamâ you call but he doesnât stop.
âSamualâ you try stepping a little closer. His jaw is so tight you fear heâll break his teeth if he doesnât relax his jaw.
âSam?â You try again going into his space. You rest a hand on his arm and he swings around fist just by your face before something passes over in his eyes. He recoils, looks around the room in a panicked state, he begins to shake as he backs against the wall and slides down.
âSam, Sam itâs ok, we can fix all these things and have them replaced ok?â You say as a few guards come in.
âTake the desk and chairs out if you canâ you say to them and they nod grabbing the broken desk and taking it out. As they do that you sit in front of the alpha whoâs gripping his hair tightly and breathing heavily.
âSamâ you say softly and his eyes dart to yours.
âWhat happened?â You ask relaxing your body so you donât appear tense or let him see how fast your hearts beating. His mouth opens and closes as you added his hand, it looks horrible and requires medical attention.
âYour hands look pretty bad, weâre going to need a medical personnel in here to treat them, is that ok?â He nods quickly and you sigh in relief looking to the privacy screen as one of the doctor nods and gets on the phone before you look back at Sam.
âDo you want to tell me what happened?â You ask as he watches the guards take the couch seat out.
âI-â he says and your heart leaps at the single letter.
âMemoryâsâ he mutters and you nod understanding.
âTo your past?â You ask and he nods as the medical member walks in.
âHello, Iâm Doctor Philips, is it alright if I take a look at those hands?â The medical doctor walks in and you shuffle a little out the way ready to stand when Samâs hand reaches out and holds your wrist. Those in the room tense as you stare at his large hand around your wrist. He breathes heavily eyes wide in panic and you settle by him more out the way so the doctor can help.
âItâs alright, I was just moving out the wayâ you say letting him hold your wrist before the Philip comes over. Sam nods eyes darting between you and Doctor Philipâs before focusing on Doctor Philipâs solely as he begins cleaning his free hand. Sam holds your wrist the whole time his right hand gets cleaned, tensing sometimes when things hurt or when the numbing needle went in. Youâre thankful for the mobile doctor package the medical team receives here.
âIâll need your other hand nowâ Doctor Philips says as he finish bandaging Samâs right one. Sam looks to you and you smile at him and he lets go of your wrist hesitantly before giving it to the doctor. You let out a small breath looking to your lap as you try to settle your heart and ignore the tingling in your arm.
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Fragrances
Summary: Sam looks for a new fragrance and finds something moreâŚ
Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week â Day 2 â Sunday, April 15 - Scenting
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, excessive scenting, meet cute, scent bond, true mates, strangers to lovers trope, fluff
Words: 900+
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You reek like an alpha. The words echo in Samâs mind. The last woman he asked out complained about his intense and very strong alpha scent â or rather stink.
Even though Sam took her comment to heart, he asked her out on another date. He bought brand-new clothes, showered thrice, and bought a new shampoo, promising silky hair.
All for nothing.
The moment she got close to Sam, she complained again, calling him a stinky alpha. She ran for the hills â leaving Sam in his misery.
âSammy, you gotta get out of that room one day,â Dean calls from the hallways. âWe all smell like alphas. Thatâs our nature, Sammy. You canât fight nature!â
âI can and will,â Sam mutters under his breath. âI donât want to end up alone only because I smell tooâŚstrongâŚâ
âItâs called musk,â Dean opens the door and pokes his head in. âIf I can bear your stink, and you can bear mine, an omega should be fine with your scent too.â
âItâs not that easy,â Sam sniffs. âI liked that woman, and she called meâŚâ He shakes his head.
âSheâs a stupid bitch,â Dean concludes. âOmegas smell like omegas too. While in heat they smell even worse. I donât want to scent the slick of a random omega either, but Iâd never embarrass a woman only because nature is a bitch!â
âMaybeââ Sam gets up from his bed. âI should try a new fragrance, Dean! I saw a commercial about a fragrance turning your scent intoâŚâ He wrinkles his forehead. âI forgot the rest but remember the name.â
âAw,â Dean grins. âYou want to buy perfume to smell like a flower, Sammy.â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm going to do, Dean,â Sam brushes past his brother, ignoring Dean's laughing behind his back.Â
âOff he goes to smell like a rose gardenâŚâ
âCedarâŚgreen grass,â Sam looks at the fragrances, frowning deeply. He forgot the name of the fragrance on his way to the drugstore. âNo. Maybe wood or sunflower.â
He hears a giggle coming from across the shelf. Sam stops looking at the fragrances and listens closely. âVanilla-chocolate muffin,â you snicker. âI donât want to smell like food.â
The alpha frowns as you continue. âCinnamon and freshly baked bread,â you huff. âDude, Iâm no food. I want something more naturalââÂ
You purr low in your throat and immediately put the bottle of perfume back when you catch an irresistible scent. You hurriedly round the shelf to stare at an alpha stand in front of the menâs fragrances shelf.
Heâs tall and has a muscular build with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. You lick your lips when his scent surrounds you. Itâs a dream come true.
His scent is manly, but gentle to your nose at the same time. Like in a trance, you step closer and closer until you stand right in front of him.
âNo fragrance for you,â you push the bottle out of his hand and grab his large hand to hold it in your smaller one. âYou smell so good.â You look up at the stranger, eyes wide and glassy. âSoâŚso good.â
âWhat?â He nervously laughs. âMissâŚI need to findâŚâ The alpha sniffs at your hair, purring low in his throat. His eyes dilate, and he salivates when your scent is all he can smell. âOmega.â
âAlpha,â you whine and tug at his hand. âMy alpha.â
He croons loudly, making you whine even louder. âWeâŚwe shouldâŚâ
âSammy, whatâs the matterââ Dean stops in his tracks. âCrapâŚâ He watches Sam grasp for you, close to stopping his brother when Sam easily picks you up. He calls for his brother, but Sam is too far gone.
He only has eyes for you, in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your face in his neck to scent Sam. âSammy?â
âOmega,â Sam walks out of the drugstore with you clinging to his body like a koala. He ignores people who are staring at you. All he has in mind is to bring you home and scent you.
âAlpha,â you rub your face in his shoulder to catch his scent. âMy alpha.â
âSAMMY! You canât just kidnap girls!â Dean calls after his brother. âDo you at least know her name?â
âY/N,â you murmur while sniffing at Samâs chest. âWhatâs your name?â
âSam,â Sam looks at you in his arms, a content smile on his lips. âBut you can call me alpha if you want toâŚâ
âYou smell so good,â you insisted on going home with Sam. You didnât care he was a stranger not hours ago. Sam was your true mate, and your omega wanted him. âSoâŚso good.â
âY/N,â Sam murmurs against your skin. You ended up on his bed, with his body wrapped around you. While you eagerly sniff at his chest, Sam has his face buried in the crook of your neck. He just canât get enough of your scent.
âSammy, did you kidnap the girl,â Dean pokes his head into his brotherâs room, sighing deeply. âDude, you canât take strays home.â
âShut up,â you and Sam say in unison. âHeâs my alpha.â You complain loudly and go back to scenting Sam. âI wonât leave him, now that I finally found him.â
âSheâs mine,â Sam grunts. âWe can discuss everything else tomorrow. Today, I need to scent her. Our bond is strong.â
âA scent bond, huh?â Dean cocks a brow. âI always believed thatâs a fairytale. Fine, keep her. But donât bring strays home all the time from now on.â
âI only want her,â Sam nuzzles your skin. âOnly my omegaâŚâ
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âDonât Provoke Deanâ
Chapter 2
She had no idea where she was going, but her Omega told her to run hard from the pack leader. She knew she was faster than him, which meant he had to be smart or wait for her to get tired. She huffed, losing her jacket, she scented the air, searching for water. She moved around trees, avoiding bushes to prevent leaving her scent. Her human mind, still somewhat alert, began to question if she wanted to be caught.
She knew how she felt about him but was uncertain of his current intention. She was scared she pushed him too far and broke their friendship. Her Omega said differently believing this to be a mating run. She disbelieved the hopeful side of her. No one had ever punished her since she was packless. Being packless protected her from a lot of harm, but it also meant if an Alpha tried or did anything, there was no one to protect her or demand recompense on her behalf.
Every time she thought of Dean Winchester, her Omega would whine and whimper, saddened to be away from him. She had never understood the pull toward him, which had always been there. Since he seemed to not show any sign of it, she always assumed it was one-sided and just a biological instinct she ignored.
The run was making her realize just how tired she was of fighting whatever this was between them. She had never been afraid of Dean Winchester since they met. Right now, however, she was afraid of herself, of her Omega, because she wanted to be caught and had no idea what would happen when he did.
Dean, ever the hunter, knew after the first hunt with Y/N, they were scent-bonded. He never told Sam but wouldnât be surprised if he knew. Sam was psychic and seemed to read people well. He caught her scent again and followed it. Her arousal became stronger, the vanilla becoming more buttery. The Alpha knew their situation was ideal: no wind and weather mild but for the humidity. He knew he could wait her out, but that meant she would stop simply due to her tiredness, he wanted her to want this just as much as him. His Alpha was a simpering mess every time she was near and he was done. Dean was going to mate her, and then neither of them would have this stupid argument ever again. She would be his Omega and he would get to keep her, forever.
Having hunted with her enough, he knew how she thought. He ran along the river, knowing sheâd probably try to hide her scent. Oddly, once he was at the river, her scent didnât lessen, it seemed stronger. He continued to follow it and after a few hundred yards noticed it weakened. He paused, scenting and tasting the air. He backtracked, thinking she must have done so as well. He was very wrong.
Once he was back at the river, where the scent guided him, he was knocked down to the ground. Instantly recognizing his Omega, he rolled to outmaneuver her but failed. She had him trapped in a headlock. He was getting too old to wrestle like a horny teenager. He was horny and knew his eyes were red. He was holding his Alpha from truly surfacing, worried he would scare her. He was a special Alpha who partially changed when completely in sync with his wolf. He was able to get out of her headlock and saw her.
Y/N was like him.
Her gold irises, beautiful in the moonlight that was making her freckles, somehow, glow. Her fangs had dropped as she encircled him. She had short, black claws in place of her fingernails and multiple tuffs of thin fur matching her Y/C hair on both hands, up her upper arms, and he bet it was along her back some too. Her scent wrapped around him: the woodiness of the sandalwood, the light, floral earthiness of strawberry, and the deep butteriness of the vanilla. The image of a sweet, floral strawberry rose pie on a window sill came to mind. It reminded him of the one Missouri made once, he secretly loved it but denied it when he was a kid. He inhaled his mateâs scent deeply.
Y/N growled at the Alpha. She was not some weak Omega waiting to be caught. No, she decided to trick him and get the jump on him before he did on her. Her plan worked perfectly until he got away. Despite her height advantage over him (being nearly a foot shorter than him), he was very good at wrestling and it was something they tended to do when bored at the bunker. She swiped at him, Alphaâs being quick to heal, his chest was already free of the mark by the time sheâd knocked him off his feet and began working to pin him to the ground. He easily flipped them with his Alpha strength as his Alpha surfaced and he shifted as well.
Just like Y/N, Deanâs hands were covered in fur matching his dirty blonde hair that went up the back of his arms and down the back of his neck onto his whole back and down. His fangs dropped and he growled, dominantly, demanding her submission. She repositioned her feet and turned within his grasp onto her front but he kept her wrists in his hands. A wrong move for her as it allowed Dean to bite, without breaking skin, the back of her, pinning her Omega in place. Y/Nâs Omega had no choice but to obey, and went pliant in his grip. She closed her eyes and waited. Her breathing came out in heavy pants. He carefully released his bite and leaned down next to her ear, licking the tender spot below and back of her ear causing a shiver to run down her body. Dean growled approvingly.
He nosed along her, placing sloppy kisses along her neck and inhaling at her mating gland. He licked and nipped her mating gland, increasing the scent of her Omega arousal. He softened his grip on her wrists as he continued to tease her mating gland. She whined as he continued.
âYou have me,â Y/Nâs voice broke with the admission. âPlease,â she begged and huffed as she pushed her jean-cladded ass and thighs against his abdomen and pelvis.
He smiled, unseen, and kissed the back of her neck. Shivers ran down her spine each time he did. âGood girl.â She whimpered in response.
âAlpha,â she moaned, squeezing her thighs together.
âImpatient,â he stated, thrusting his leg between her legs. He leaned down next to her ear, breathing heavily. âYou are mine, Y/N. I know youâve felt it.â
She could feel tears flooding her eyes. He did. He did, and her mind celebrated.
He placed several kisses on the back of her back and quickly moved to limit his weight on her. âIâm sorry it took me so long to see, Omega,â he half growled and half whined.
She reached back, grabbed his neck, and turned her head into his face, attempting to nuzzle and comfort him. âIâm sorryâŚIâŚgave up,â she whispered, nasally from the tears she wouldnât let fall.
He sat back, allowing her to roll back over. Her shirt and jeans were covered in dirt and grass stains. Dean figured he was the same but ignored it. It doesnât matter. Red eyes met gold, silence encompassed them for several long moments as Dean looked over her face. Whatever Dean seemed to be searching for in Y/Nâs face, he must have found it because the next thing she knew, he surged forward, kissing her. His arms wrapped around her, his leg returned between her thighs, and she reciprocatedâone hand in his hair and the other holding the shirt on his back.
Dean pulled back, panting, gasping for breath. âYouâreâŚyouâre mine, Y/N.â
âI am,â she agreed, breathlessly. She whined. âMate me, Alpha. Please,â she panted. âPlease, Dean.â Her eyes searched his face.
âYouâll be mine?â
Tears began to fall down her cheeks. âIâve always been yours, Dean. IâIâI love you.â
Dean passionately kissed her, mostly a gnashing of teeth and tongues. He slipped one hand between them, unsnapping his jeans and then hers, and pulled hers down. She wiggled to help, lips always touching, as he haphazardly pulled her underwear down in the process to where she had one leg out of her underwear and jeans. Dean smiled at this. She let go of his shirt and worked to help him with her jeans, and then when he leaned back, she followed him to help him with his. She reached in and grabbed his thick Alpha cock. He hissed at her touch and moaned as she pulled him out.
Moaning at the sight of Deanâs gorgeous erection, she laid down, grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him on her, wrapping her legs around him. âFuck me, Alpha,â she demanded growling.
His eyebrows rose in surprise at her assertiveness as he went with her, one hand behind her head, leaning on his elbow as he took himself in hand positioning himself at her entrance. He looked down as he slowly pushed into her slick shiny pussy. Y/N groaned, reveling in the stretch. He touched everywhere inside her channel, and she practically purred at the feel.
Dean grinned, surprised by her sounds, and enjoyed them. âLike that, sweetheart?â His voice was deeper, guttural, and dancing goosebumps along her skin.
âYes,â she breathed. âFull, so full, oh.â
Dean stilled but Y/N gritted her teeth. âDonât you stop.â
âYes maâam.â He pulled back and thrust hard into her, both moaning in unison. He repeated the motion again and again as he built up a rhythm, both of them groaning in pleasure. Dean watched her writhe on his cock and felt her walls flutter around him. Y/Nâs eyes were closed, mouth open panting as she held onto Deanâs biceps, meeting him thrust-for-thrust, over and over and over. Soon, she could feel his enlarging knot teasing her entrance. She tried grinding against him each time he bottomed out, pulling a growl from her when she succeeded
âKnot me,â she begged.
âHold on, Darlinâ,â Dean panted against her open mouth. He thrust harder, forcing his increasing knot in and out of her. Shudder after shudder with each jab of his knotâs partial entering, until his knot reached full size. A handful of thrusts later, he pushed it within her and the pressure against her sweet spot pulled her over the edge. Her walls squeezed around Deanâs knot and he bit into her swollen mating gland, coppery liquid rushing onto his tongue. He growled, feeling spend after spend coat Y/Nâs inner walls as she gushed, coating his pelvis and her thighs in her juices, screaming through her orgasm as everything seemed to go dark.
To be continuedâŚPart 3
Part 1
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Tryna find a fic where John Winchester used to be with reader but now she is either with Sam or dean and she had his baby and he didnât know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding
Like he wouldnât acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else
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Pack Masterlist
So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" đ)
Note: This is not a poly fic but I will be leaning into Pack dynamics where Pack members seek comfort in physical contact with other Pack members. So if you're after something poly you could probably read that into some subtext here, but if you're not into that then don't worry.
Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.
Warnings: canon-level violence, probably a bit of smut, A/B/O dynamics, there will be hugging and sleeping with (literal sleeping, not sex) Pack members who are not your mate. Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.
Supernatural writing masterlist
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Chapter 1
Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.
Chapter 2
You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.
Chapter 3
Dean explains.
Chapter 4
You go home to sleep.
Chapter 5
You head back to the bunker with the Winchester
Chapter 6
Madison opens your eyes...
Chapter 7
Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.
Chapter 8
Sam takes Dean to hospital.
Chapter 9
Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.
Chapter 10
Dean gets out of hospital.
Chapter 11
Dean is suddenly sick.
Chapter 12
Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.
Chapter 13
Dean comes home.
Chapter 14
Dean and you go to the doctor
Chapter 15
You try to follow the doctor's orders
Chapter 16
Miscommunications abound...
Chapter 17
Dean calls a family meeting.
Chapter 18
The reader learns a number of things about her new life.
Chapter 19
You need some air.
Chapter 20
You're feeling better.
Chapter 21
You start learning some lore
Chapter 22
The morning after your night alone.
Chapter 23
Your heat continues.
Chapter 24
You've finally been marked!
Chapter 25
Your heat and Dean's rut are over.
Chapter 26
The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.
Chapter 27
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Winchester's Folly
Summary:Â When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family
Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam
Word Count:Â 1417
*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter
Warnings:Â A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence
*Additional warnings to be added
Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing
A/N: *Â UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series
A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.
A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.
Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)
Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House Oâs (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)
*Divider by @firefly-graphics
*No Beta-all mistakes are mine
PART IV
John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar.Â
Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.
âPleasure doing business with you, Winchester,â the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, âI need the O cleaned up and dressed.â One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. âSorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.âÂ
They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.
 âDean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.â
âThereâs a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,â Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the Oâs swollen eye. John's thankful itâs a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga heâd hunted.Â
Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O.Â
The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.
Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, âDude, sheâs flashing everyone!â Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the Oâs breasts. He canât help himself. âLook at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.â
âJerk.â
âBitch.â
âBoys,â John interrupted, âLet's go.â Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. âWait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.â A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, âWe donât bite..usually.â
Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. âNot funny, man,â Sam chastised but couldnât help grinning.
John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies.Â
âI donât see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.â
âDNA? What are you talking about?â
âThere have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,â the doctor said as he did the exam. âFor new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?â John affirmed he was. âGood, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?â John frowned. âMy mate was an Alpha.âÂ
âItâs almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.â The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. âAs a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.â
The doctor and John, whoâd guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most Oâs rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. âI see you purchased the O for your elder son, whoâs not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?âÂ
âI want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.âÂ
Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, âYou with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. âYou got a bunch of other Oâs that just arrived?" Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. âI'm sorry, that was uncalled for.âÂ
She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "Itâs alright. Things like this can be stressful, so Iâll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. Itâs hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"
"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?â The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people donât like the name of the O theyâve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.â It took him a second to catch up. âOh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I donât know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. âHmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."
"Uhh, okay, letâs do that."Â
"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!â Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.
 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so itâs quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.â More tacketa-tack-tacketa. âWe do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the Oâs nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?â Dean shakes his head negatively. âFor low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.â
âNow, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since youâre not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.â
âWhat kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!â The courteous attitude disappears. "I donât appreciate your tone, sir,â as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasnât sure how much more he could take before he hit something.
Part V
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Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!
She Wouldnât be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [donât party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH
As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I- Â Â Â Warnings:Â angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking
Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader    Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really
Tear Me Down Pt 2 âNowâ- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)
I Canât Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit oâ fluffÂ
âI Know My Baby Better Than You Anywayâ-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [donât party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end
Until The End of Time-   DeanxReader   Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF⌠It is semi lethal at times⌠I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.
How Can I Put This?-  SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)
âHow Can I Put This?â Part II_ âWell In That Caseâ-   Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), ITâS LONG yâknow like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader,   A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warningâŚenjoy! Iâm Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Deanâs a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader  Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!
Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst⌠This one is heavy but gets fluffy⌠you have been warned.  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned  A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Betaâd this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!
Writerâs Block- DRABBLE   Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writerâs block a while back. I think that nowâs the perfect time to release it since my other fic isnât quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in itâs place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week.Â
I Will Never Deserve-  Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam   A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We havenât talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesomeâŚ. with himself and his girlfriendâŚI DIDNâT DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me⌠of the Dean variety.   (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)
Sheâs Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas  A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics⌠I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!  Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! Iâve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!
Itâll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending!  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam  A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123âs 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that yâall are too.
Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you arenât a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint.  Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N  Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N  A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! Iâm an insecure writer and I needs the validations!
Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt⌠Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader.   A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can.  For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! Iâve never written for Jack before but letâs give it a go!
Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise!  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack  A/N: This is for @atc74 âs Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I donât even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!!Â
Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader  Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office.  Genre: Smut/Fluff   Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,   Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader,  A/N: Is this a drabble? NOâŚ.. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!
For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSMâŚ. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon DeanâŚ. Yes you read that correctly⌠I didnât think it was possible either⌠but hey, here we are.  Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam  Winchester, Castiel, Reader.  A/N: Hereâs another piece for the 606 challenge!!! Iâm sorry itâs been a bit, classes started up again and Iâm drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so⌠NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend⌠*wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!
Iâll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader.  A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)
The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!  Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,  A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble⌠âHow could you forget the pie??âTHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION ANDâŚ.ENJOY THE FLUFF
Sheâs A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because câmon itâs me weâre talkinâ about, also some allusion to sexy times.  Pairing: Dean x Donna   Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna  A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I havenât posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:âWhatcha doinâ here Dean?â + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriffâs office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff âcause she says âyes.â Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. đ Maxiâs 606
For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  itâs really a prepper for part 3âŚ. if you want it.  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader  A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!
The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Samâs just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best⌠not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)  A/N: Hello all, I wasnât able to post over the weekend, but hey! Iâm doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. Itâs FLUFFYY and as alwaysâŚ. GIFS AINâT MINE!!
Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW  Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader  Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, itâd be a spoiler.)  A/N:  This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!
Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really  Pairing: None  Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned  A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)
Right-  Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisisâŚÂ  Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester  Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned  A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! Iâll join you at 24 in a few months!!!
I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, yâknow the common roller coaster!  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader  Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack   A/N: Hey so⌠I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl⌠if she lived with what I haveâŚ
Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like itâs bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.  Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned  A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads:  So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!
You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (IâM DIRTY DONâT JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women  Pairing: Dean x Reader  Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester  A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love youâre writing!đ can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!
SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):
âWhen You Callâ Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics
âAll I Could Doâ Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, itâs not for the faint of heart, honestly
The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.
The Situation Masterlist-Â Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Deanâs a Chick and letâs just say that heâs having issues adjusting womanhood
Disposable Masterlist-Â Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN
Plenty of Woman Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves⌠for the love of everything read and follow them!)
By The Books Masterlist-Â Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)
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