#alpha dean x reader x sam

[kickingitwithkirk]

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: 1650

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: @spnmixedbingo -Hiding an Injury @anyfandomgoesbingo -Childhood Best Friends

A/N I: 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 O’s (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

Series Masterlist

PART X

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.

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Bobby is jerked out of his troubled sleep by a truck engine rumbling to life. Moving the window, he sees the taillights as John's GMC crunches over the gravel driveway toward the gate. Cursing obscenities in multiple languages, he rushes downstairs and pivots toward the front door when a voice calls out, "Denver Pyle aware you stole his underwear?"

Doubling back, he finds Dean sitting at the kitchen table with a smirk, drinking coffee. "Don't think you're too big to be taken to the woodshed, boy." Bobby chastised with as much dignity as he could muster in his red flannel long johns, walking to the stove to pour himself a cup from the old blue enamel pot. Ignoring the other man's continued smirk sat down across from him. "Good to see your eyes back to normal. Ready to tell me what that was about last night?"

That sobered Dean up.

He inquired how much Bobby knew about everything, and the Beta was honest about what he'd been told and felt that familiar pang of resentment toward John, watching Dean retreat into himself, knowing self-recrimination was nothing new for him.

"Seeing it's too early to get breakfast from Micky D's, I'm guessing John's found somewhere else to be." The young Alpha shrugged, saying it is what it is, and fiddled with his mug. "Anyway, I gotta keep my nose clean so Sammy doesn't end up in CYF custody. And seeing how you're my warden, that's the parole officer we're supposed to meet today." Dean slid a piece of paper over with his parole officer's info. "Is there anything else I should know before seeing them?" Dean shook his head negatively. Bobby braced himself, knowing the next thing coming out of his mouth would raise the Alpha's hackles.

"Couldn't help noticing number girl shivering in those hand-me-downs last night, and Sam needs some warmer clothes for school; going to get damn cold before too much longer." Deans features shifted, "Bobby, it's my responsibility to provide. I'll get what they need after I find a job."

"Looks like John forgot a few details. Part of the agreement is you'll work for me, too. But if that's how you want to do things, I've got no problem docking your paycheck in reimbursement." After rinsing his mug, the older hunter crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, and decided to bring up what he saw last night.

"Considering we have an Omega in the house, I want to get a few things straight,. You boys have always been close, and don’t care if you still share a room, but don't take me for stupid." A flash of oh crap crosses Dean's features. "And I want to be clear: she's your property. It'll be your decision how to handle situations when they arise. Where Sam is concerned, there'd better not be any fighting over her 'cause I'm not getting in the middle of you two. And give me a heads up before you go into a rut 'cause that's another thing I'm not going to deal with either."

After getting a yes sir, Bobby heads back upstairs to get dressed when he runs into Sam, who asks why he is dressed like Uncle Jessie makes the Beta grumble; this is gonna be a long six months.

Bobby once again wonders where god got their twisted sense of humor.

The building Dean's parole officer directed them to look like a country feed store from the outside. Inside, that was a different story.

Bobby had learned a few things about people's kinks over the years, but this place shocked the seasoned hunter when a bubbly voice that didn't match the decor called out, "Good afternoon, gentlemen. What can I help you with today?"

Bobby watches Dean lean against the glass counter, showcasing a variety of erotic toys, turns on the charm he's mastered at a young age, turning the female Beta into goo while explaining he needs the necessities for his recently acquired Omega.

The shop assistant leaned towards him, putting her ample bosom on display. "We carry all the approved items from the O divisions. But if you're interested in something more adventurous, we have a certified craftsman who does custom designs." Bobby slaps the list they'd compiled on the counter, "We just need this stuff."

The assistant does a quick read and, within minutes, has almost everything sitting on the counter. "Most of our customers prefer to custom order outfits for their O. Let me show you what we have in store; see if any strikes your fancy."

Exaggeratedly swaying her hips, she heads toward the clothes section, where Bobby picks up a shirt and says, "This stuff makes the lingerie I gave my wife look conservative." Dean nodded toward him and inquired. "Do you have anything not so revealing for an O about his height?" The assistant looked confused. "Are you kidding?" Dean shook his head, and her attitude changed. "If this is some prank, you can leave, or I'm calling the cops."

Bobby intervenes, and Dean can hear the testy assistant's insolent remark and Bobby's very Bobby response as he walks out of the store. Unlocking the Impala, Dean opens the rear door and helps the Omega out. As they enter the store, the manager is now arguing with Bobby. "O's are not that big; it's a biological impossibility!" Bobby replies, "Oh yeah," and peers around them, "Tell that to her!"

Dean sat a bowl of spaghetti covered in meat sauce and salad he'd made to appease Sam in the middle of the table, then went to pull the cheesy garlic bread from the broiler. "Damn, that smells good," Bobby said coming from the library with Sam in tow, and sat in their usual spots at the kitchen table.

Reaching for a piece of bread, Bobby asked, "Isn't your girl hungry?" Sam's eyes cut to his brother, waiting to see how he'd answer, and watched Bobby's narrow at Dean's casual response, knowing he was concealing something.

"She won't touch the stuff Dad bought, so Dean's been sneaking her food, but the only thing she'll take is broth." Sam yelped and kicked his brother back. "This true, boy?" Dean affirmed that he had, and Bobby wiped his mouth. "Show me the stuff John got."

Retrieving a bag resembling dry dog food Bobby opened it frowning, "This isn't fit to feed a hog, let alone a person! Why'd he get this crap?"

"It's on the list of approved nourishment."

Bobby sighed, "As long as you're in my house, we all will eat like other families."

Completing more paperwork made Dean gnaw on the end of the pen because the bureaucracy involved in owning an Omega annoyed the Alpha after spending most of his life trying to stay off the government radar. A cough drew his attention, and he saw the Omega shivering where she knelt on the tiled floor.

"Fuck this," Dean growled, tossing the clipboard aside, got up, and getting her up off the floor, removed his jacket and wrapped it around her before helping her sit in the chair next to his.

Returning the clipboard, Dean drew the receptionist's ire and let them know he doesn't give a shit about their rules before sitting down, glaring. He continued until they were called and slowly made their way to an examination room at the far end of the clinic, where the doctor Bobby knew was already waiting.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Stevenson. Could you please have her remove the coat and sit on the table? I've looked over the other clinic's paperwork. Are there any other issues you're concerned about?" Dean tells them about her not eating and the constant pain she seems to be in, even with the substantial pain reliever being given. "Let me do another examination, see if something got missed."

The doctor asks the O to indicate pain on a scale of one to ten, starting at her feet and working up her body. They are pleased that most reactions are under five until they touch her neck, and she throws herself off the table. "Believe we found the source," the doctor comments. They ask Dean to remove the collar, and he admits not knowing how it made them frown.

Dean helps the trembling O back up as the doctor pulls out a penlight and shines it over the collar, finding hidden stitching and their expression changes.

"What's wrong?"

"I haven't seen one of these since my residency. I'll find something to cut the leather while you hold her." Dean drew the O flush against him and gently guided her face into his neck, releasing calming pheromones to relax her.

Dr. Stevenson slid surgical scissors under the ties, quickly sniping, explaining the original high collars were redesigned for autoerotic asphyxiation. Their voice fades out as Dean feels like he's having needles pulling out from under the skin of his neck when she drops. "I was expecting that. Let's get the O back on the table."

The doctor continues talking as they slowly remove it, "And this is why they're outlawed," stepping back allows Dean to see deep purple bruises with black depressions stripping the unconscious O's neck.

Part XI

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[zepskies]

Make It Right

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s 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 twist…my first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didn’t get the dynamics quite right, I’m still learning this one. 😘

(@luci-in-trenchcoats Thank you for the encouragement! 💜)

Word Count: 4,300

Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.

You could’ve 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 wouldn’t 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.

“Dean?” you whispered. Your gaze met his with concern as you grasped his arm.

“What the hell did we just… I shouldn’t have…” His voice was coarse and his eyes filled with upset. “Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened.”

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 couldn’t slip away from you.

“How the hell could you say that to me?” 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.

“You know why,” 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. 

Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.

“I’ve barely got three months left on my deal,” he said, through clenched teeth. “This isn’t…it’s not fucking fair to you.”

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.

“Don’t talk like you’ve already given up,” 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.

“We’re going to find a way to break it,” you said. You reached up and held his face. Despite the strength of your words, your hands were gentle. “And I meant what I said, Dean.”

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.

“Alpha,” you’d said, through abject need and burgeoning tears as you’d rubbed yourself against him. It was both biology and your heart’s longing. “Dean, I love you. Please…”

The tether of his restraint hadn’t lasted long after that. Because even though he couldn’t respond to you in words, he’d 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.

“I didn’t want to do this to you,” he said coarsely.

And yet, he still heeded the pull of you. Your guiding hands brought him down to your lips. It wasn’t 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 wouldn’t let go either.

“I know,” you said. Even though the situation shouldn’t have warranted it, you giggled a little. “That makes you just about the most unselfish Alpha in existence.”

He snorted at that. His eyes took in your face, and further down, to the parts of you that weren’t covered by his body over yours. He let out a breath of defeat.

“No, I’m hella selfish,” he said. His lips quirked. “For better or worse, you’re mine, Omega.”

Your smile grew. “Good. Glad you’re finally caught up.”

Dean’s 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 couldn’t fight off Lilith, or the hellhounds that tore his chest open and spilled his blood on the hardwood floors of some poor family’s 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 Dean’s body, his unseeing eyes. It wasn’t 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 mirror—in the bathroom next to Bobby’s 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 Bobby’s 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. You’d 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 wouldn’t 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.

“Sam, don’t you dare make a deal,” you demanded, through frustrated and sorrowful tears. “Dean wouldn’t want—”

“Don’t fucking tell me…what Dean would want, okay?” Sam seethed. “If it were me, he wouldn’t stop. If it were you, he wouldn’t stop. So don’t tell me to stop.”

“I’m not telling you to stop!” you shouted back. “I’m telling you not to do something stupid! And I’m asking you to let me help.”

There was a long pause on the line. You tried to calm your labored breathing as you waited for him.

“If you really want to help me, do what you can from Bobby’s. I’ll check in when I can,” 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. You’d tried to go on a hunt with Bobby, but you really hadn’t been ready for it. Your head wasn’t 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 out…

Not that you wanted to meet anyone. However, you did realize that you needed to reconnect with the outside world. You’d been staring at the peeling walls of Bobby’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t that good for you, but you hadn’t felt like dealing with it for the past few months. You just weren’t ready to go through another heat, whether by yourself, or with a stranger.

It…it 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 didn’t 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. 

The doppelganger raised placating hands, though his wide eyes slowly softened as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey, sweetheart,” 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 in…

Your hands shook. “Wh…what the hell are you?”

Dean’s smile began to fall.

“Look, I know it’s hard to believe. But I’m me. I’m, uh… I’m back,” he replied. When he tried taking a cautious step forward, you brandished your hairdryer against him—your only feasible weapon.

“You…you back the fuck off!” you snapped. You opened your mouth to shout for Bobby, but before you could, Dean’s trademark smirk took hold of his face.

“What’re you gonna do, blow me to death?” he quipped.

After you broke through a bit of your shock, you spluttered with laughter. And then tears.

Dean’s 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 didn’t need silver or holy water to prove it was him. You knew.

Your eyes opened and met his.

“Dean,” you uttered, brokenly.

He couldn’t 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.

“Alpha,” you whispered.

Dean’s insides clenched in response. He ached for you, just like he had soon after he’d 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.

“What happened to the mark?” he asked. He realized that he couldn’t feel you, not like before. And even your scent was different…like you’d never been claimed by him. Like you weren’t his. That realization hit him like a sucker punch to his stomach.

You frowned and leaned back so you could meet Dean’s eyes. It took you a moment to find your voice, and even when you did, it was uncharacteristically small.

“After…after what happened, it burned like holy hell,” you confessed. Your hands travelled down his chest, clinging to the open edges of his shirt. “Then it was a scar. Then, it was just…nothing. It was gone.”

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 better…

“What happened, Dean? How are you here?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured that part out just yet…but something broke me out.”

He knew it wasn’t 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. Dean’s 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 fade—into a desire that called to his own. Despite the voice inside that warned him to hold back, he just couldn’t 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 wasn’t enough.

Kisses became more frantic, with labored breaths and hands moving to remove each other’s clothing. Your sexy little black dress fell to the floor, along with your bra and panties and the rest of his clothes.

“You’re filthy,” you laughed, between the sloppy meeting of your lips with his. 

Dean’s 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.

“Fuck. You’re in heat, Omega,” 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.

“Alpha,” you said. A whine sounded in your throat as Dean’s touch firmed in response. His thumb pressed and massaged your clit while two fingers slipped deep inside your tight channel. 

A shiver ran down Dean’s 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.

“That’s it, Omega. Want you to come just like this before I fill you up,” 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.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. And yet, while his body caged yours against the wall, he couldn’t force himself to continue. He couldn’t back off either. He was fighting every instinct in his body that demanded he take you, right here and now.

“Dean?” you asked, sensing his hesitation. You cupped his cheek, but he didn’t want to look at you.

“I can’t,” he ground out.

Your eyes widened as shock and dismay threatened to overtake you. “What?”

Dean’s 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 wouldn’t heed your attempt to bring him closer.

“What’s wrong?” 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 right—to 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 burn…a handprint. Your eyes widened with a small gasp.

He followed your gaze, but he eventually looked away with a frown. It was like he didn’t even want to acknowledge it, even if he didn’t know what it was. Whatever had hauled him out of Hell, he doubted it was anything good. 

“I’m, uh…” He breathed raggedly through his nose. “I’m not…the same.”

You had a feeling it was very difficult for him to admit that.

Four months.

That was how long he’d been lost to you. That was how long he’d been in Hell. You couldn’t even imagine…

You swallowed past a lump of sorrow, but you weren’t deterred. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“You were my Alpha long before you claimed me,” you told him.

That affected Dean, probably more than you knew. He still shook his head though.

“It’s not right, Omega,” he said, even as his voice trembled. You don’t have a fuckin’ clue… You don’t know what I’ve turned into.

The water from the shower head was growing cold, but you’d never been hotter. The cramps were starting up again in earnest, making your teeth clench at the combination of pain and incredible arousal.

“I need you,” you said, through frustration, heat, and emotion all at once. “I would never leave you like this. I would never leave you.”

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.

“Alpha, please,” 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 he’d 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.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” you said. “And you’re here with me.”

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.  

“Omega,” 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.

“I know you need me too,” you said. You could smell his rut. Your lips edged at a smirk, and you decided to bluff. “But if you won’t make me yours, maybe I’ll find another Alpha who will.”

It didn’t take long before a vice grip closed around your wrist. Dean’s 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.

“Alpha,” you shuddered.

“I got you, Omega,” 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 wasn’t 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 all—the sensations were nearly overwhelming, even more so than it had been the first time he claimed you.

And Dean nearly slipped in the tub.

“Fuck!” He managed to catch himself on the soap dish and the adjoining wall while you grabbed his arms steady. Shit, that really could’ve 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. Dean’s 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. 

“We really shouldn’t have done this in here. Shit,” 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.

“It’s okay,” you said teasingly. “I think this is worth catching pneumonia over.”

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.

“I love you,” you whispered. “That’s all that matters. We’ll deal with the rest afterwards.”

Dean expelled a long breath. He nodded after a moment, conceding defeat.

“I love you too,” he admitted. And he meant it, down to his bones. 

He knew that afterwards wouldn’t be as easy as you seemed to think, but there was no turning back now.

You were his. 

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. 😘💜

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SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

Masterlist for the SPN Omegaverse Week April 14th - April 20th 2024

All stories are written for the @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week

Day 1, 14.04.2024 (Heat/RUT) - Tear you down (Dean Winchester)

Day 2, 15.04.2024 (Scenting) - Fragrances (Sam Winchester)

Day 3, 16.04.2024 (National Anal Sex Day) - Tight fit (Soulless!Sam Winchester)

Day 4, 17.04.2024 (Submissive Alpha and/or Dominant Omega) - A gentle scent (2) sequel to A gentle scent (Dean Winchester)

Day 5, 18.04.2024 (Mating/Claiming) - Tear you down (2) sequel to Tear you down (Dean Winchester)

Day 6, 19.04.2024 (Slick) - Ready for harvest sequel to Hungry like the wolf (Sam, Dean & John Winchester - no Wincest)

Day 7, 20.04.2024 (Alpha/Omega for Hire) - Faking it all (2) sequel to Faking it all (AU!Dean Winchester)

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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? 🥺" 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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Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!

She Wouldn’t be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH

As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I-    Warnings: 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 “Now”- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff 

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t 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)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”-   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), IT’S LONG y’know 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 warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s 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 Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s 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 writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week. 

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 haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T 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)

She’s 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!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll 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 @mamaredd123‘s 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 y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t 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! I’m 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! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s 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 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!! 

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? NO….. 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 BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t 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: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m 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!

I’ll 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… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s  A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ 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 haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  it’s really a prepper for part 3…. 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, Sam’s 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 wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW   Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader   Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d 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 crisis…   Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester   Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll 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, y’know 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 have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s 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 (I’M DIRTY DON’T 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 you’re writing!💕 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):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s 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- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- 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- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

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“Don’t Provoke Dean”

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 wouldn’t 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 she’d probably try to hide her scent. Oddly, once he was at the river, her scent didn’t 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 mate’s 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, Alpha’s being quick to heal, his chest was already free of the mark by the time she’d 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, Dean’s 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/N’s 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.

“You have me,” Y/N’s voice broke with the admission. “Please,” 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. “Good girl.” She whimpered in response.

“Alpha,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs together.

“Impatient,” he stated, thrusting his leg between her legs. He leaned down next to her ear, breathing heavily. “You are mine, Y/N. I know you’ve felt it.”

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. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see, Omega,” 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. “I’m sorry…I…gave up,” she whispered, nasally from the tears she wouldn’t 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 doesn’t 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/N’s 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 reciprocated���one hand in his hair and the other holding the shirt on his back.

Dean pulled back, panting, gasping for breath. “You’re…you’re mine, Y/N.”

“I am,” she agreed, breathlessly. She whined. “Mate me, Alpha. Please,” she panted. “Please, Dean.” Her eyes searched his face.

“You’ll be mine?”

Tears began to fall down her cheeks. “I’ve always been yours, Dean. I—I—I love you.”

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 Dean’s gorgeous erection, she laid down, grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him on her, wrapping her legs around him. “Fuck me, Alpha,” 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. “Like that, sweetheart?” His voice was deeper, guttural, and dancing goosebumps along her skin.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Full, so full, oh.”

Dean stilled but Y/N gritted her teeth. “Don’t you stop.”

“Yes ma’am.” 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/N’s eyes were closed, mouth open panting as she held onto Dean’s 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

“Knot me,” she begged.

“Hold on, Darlin’,” 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 knot’s 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 Dean’s knot and he bit into her swollen mating gland, coppery liquid rushing onto his tongue. He growled, feeling spend after spend coat Y/N’s 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 continued…Part 3

Part 1

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Pack chapter 26

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

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.

Chapter summary: The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 2.2k

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Part 25 <- -> Part 27

I couldn’t sleep. I tried not to disturb Dean, who needed sleep just at much as I did, not that he would admit it.

Eventually, I got sick of just lying there. I crept out of the bed, eased the door open and slipped into the corridor. I was pretty sure if we’d been in a motel room Dean would’ve been on high alert and I wouldn’t have been able to do that without waking him, but tonight at least he was more relaxed. And exhausted from days of rut.

I made my way to the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make myself a cup of tea.

“Umm, hi,” I heard from the doorway. I damn near jumped out of my skin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I turned to Claire. “That’s ok, just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up.”

“You can’t sleep, hey?”

“I did a fair bit of sleeping the last few days.”

She looked at me critically but just said, “Sure.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, you know, night owl.” She’d caught me lying, and I could see she was too. Still, I didn’t want to pry.

“You want some tea?”

“Nah, I already made myself a hot chocolate earlier.”

“Oooh, that’s better. But still, tea might help me get back to sleep.”

She stood and watched me for a minute while I readied the tea bag, put it in the mug and poured in the water. I was headed to the fridge for milk when she continued. “Are you a hunter?”

“No, didn’t know about monsters until they all started beheading vampires in front of me. But I am learning some lore and things, and Dean promised to let me train now that I’m better.”

“Right.”

I don’t think my answer pleased her.

“What kind of monster are you hunting?”

“The kind that does not need to be discussed at 3am,” Dean said in a displeased voice, walking in and blinking heavily in the light. He crossed his arms, “What are you both doing up, the night before a hunt?”

I suddenly became very interested in looking at my tea.

“What, are you going to send me to bed?” Claire sassed at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m not some little kid to be bossed around.”

“No, but you are the one who wants to go hunt this monster, and if you do not get your ass back into bed and get some more sleep, you ain’t coming.”

Claire growled.

“Growl all you like, I have your car keys.”

“This is bullshit!” she yelled, storming down the corridor towards the bedrooms.

“Now, do I have to threaten you too?” he said to me, a slight smirk on his face.

“I didn’t want to wake you with my tossing and turning.”

“Well, I’m awake now, so you can toss and turn all you like. Come on.” I let him usher me to our room and into bed.

---

Dean threw Sam the keys to Baby, who caught them with only a small show of surprise on his face. Dean also held the keys to Claire’s car in his hand. She held her hand out to him for them.

“Nope,” Dean said, “I’m driving.”

“That is my car!”

“And you were up half the night. I’m driving.”

Claire huffed and stormed off for the garage, Sam and Madi behind her. I went to follow, but Dean caught my wrist.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said when I turned to look at him. “Can you go with Sam and Madi? I want to talk to Claire and I think it’ll go better if it’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, umm, ok.”

“Thanks,” he said, kissing my forehead. I headed to the car.

---

“You ok back there?” Sam asked as he drove.

“Umm, yep, fine. Just a bit tired,” I answered from the backseat.

“You can have a nap if you want one.”

“I’m fine.”

---

Dean was ranting about Madi and I staying in the motel room again. Like we hadn’t done that last time.

He was really starting to get on my nerves.

“Make sure the salt lines are maintained, I don’t think there are any demons around but you never know. Don’t open the door, not even to housekeeping. Don’t-”

“For God’s sakes, Dean, we know how to stay in a bloody motel room!” I yelled, unable to deal with his continued monologue.

He looked at me shocked, and then his expression started to turn to stern. I didn’t stick around to listen to his lectures.

“I’m done,” I muttered, stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door.

I couldn’t hear all of the words, but I’m pretty sure Sam told Dean to leave me and then that they should go. I sat on the lid of the toilet, my hands shaking slightly. A minute or two after I’d stormed in, I heard gentle knocking on the door and Madi calling out that they’d gone.

I came back out, feeling a bit embarrassed about my outburst.

Madi smirked at me, “Don’t worry, I was about 30 seconds behind you in wanting to yell at him.” She always knew how to make me feel better. “So, Netflix?”

We settled on the bed with the best view of the TV, scrolling for something to watch.

“You ok?” Madi asked me gently.

“I’m fine,” I said, trying to hide my fidgeting.

“Because you look like someone who’s stressed about their Alpha out hunting, perhaps because he got injured last time.”

I looked at my hands.

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It’s ok to be worried.”

“Thanks, Madi. He’s just so... blasé! Hasn’t acted at all like he got shot last time and maybe he should look after himself. Instead he’s lecturing us on how to be safe, telling Claire she needs to do what she’s told or she’ll be left here too. Nothing at all about his own safety!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Dean doesn’t like people fussing about him. And both of them act as though injuries and apocalypses and whatever else are just the inconveniences of the job. They’re insufferable.”

“I don’t think Claire likes me either.”

“Claire would never admit this, but Dean’s been a surrogate father to her. She’s probably scoping you out.”

“What, for if I’m any good as step-surrogate-mother? Or if I’m good enough for Dean?”

She laughed, “One or the other, maybe both!”

“Great, more drama I’m bringing to the Pack.”

“Hey, hey, you didn’t bring drama to the Pack. And Claire will be fine, don’t stress about it. Besides, if she’s not fine, Dean will tell her to pull her head in.”

“I guess,” I said unconvincingly.

“Come on, I’m sure I saw M&Ms in one of these bags.”

I let her try and distract me.

---

It was after 6 when Sam pushed the motel room door open, Claire and Dean following him and arguing between themselves. Sam looked like he was sick of this shit, which made me wonder how long they’d been going for.

But mostly I was busy looking them up and down, checking for any signs of injury. They all looked ok.

Dean finally looked sick of it. “Enough!” he barked at Claire.

She looked she was going to continue, but appeared to think better of it. She huffed and walked over to the open packet of M&Ms.

Still looking frustrated and running his hand through his hair, he turned to Madi and I. “Anything to report? Any problems?” His tone was tense, all business.

“No, totally quiet,” Madi answered.

I had already been tense, but now my nerves felt shot from the agitation radiating off my Alpha. Dean looked like he was to say something to me, but pulled himself up. Perhaps he had noticed me shrinking away from him.

He ran his hand down his face. “I’m going to check on the car, it was making a noise earlier.”

“No it wasn’t-” Claire tried to say but was drowned out by Sam loudly saying, “Good idea.”

 Dean manhandled the door open and almost slammed it behind him.

Claire was looking at Sam, irritated. “The car was not making a noise!”

“That’s just Dean’s way of saying ‘I need to go do something with my hands to calm down’,” Madi explained.

“What, he just walks off? Some kind of Alpha he is,” Claire scoffed.

Madi growled lowly, always quick to respond. Sam put his arm around her and she calmed some.

“Better an Alpha that recognises he needs space than one that keeps pushing through and ends up hurting those around him,” Sam said mildly.

Claire rolled her eyes and turned back to the M&Ms. Madi huffed quietly but stopped growling.

Once she’d calmed down, Sam kissed Madi’s forehead then come over to sit next to me. “How are you going?” he asked me gently.

“Fine.”

“You don’t really seem fine.”

“In the 5 minutes you’ve been here?”

“Ok, I see your point. But you didn’t seem fine when we left either. Or in the car.”

“Dean sending you to do his dirty work?”

He chuckled, “No, he can fight his own battles. Besides, I think you had a point this morning, he was going on and on. But that doesn’t mean that yelling at him and locking yourself in the bathroom is normal for you, either.”

I looked at my hands, flicking at my fingernails.

“You don’t have to tell me, but maybe you should think about telling Dean.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” I said more forcefully.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Ok, ok, I can take a hint. Just think about it.” He rubbed his hand on my upper arm in a comforting gesture then moved over to the tiny kitchenette where Madi was waiting. The motel room was slightly bigger than our usual, with two queen beds and a fold-out couch for Claire in a little sitting area next to the kitchenette, but still felt suffocatingly small.

I couldn’t help but feel worried about Dean being outside alone when monsters were still on the loose, too. His paranoia had rubbed off on me. What if he got hurt while he was out there and we didn’t notice until it was too late?

A little later, I stood up and headed to the kitchenette myself. I fidgeted with my hands whilst I stood awkwardly in front of Sam.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, voice full of concern.

“Can you, umm - I know it’s silly - but can you please check on Dean?”

“Not silly at all,” he said, heading for the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Madi took my hand and gave it a squeeze while Sam left. Claire was staring at her phone, headphones on, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Shortly after, the room door opened again. A much calmer Dean stood on the threshold, eyes searching for me. “Y/N, can you come outside for a minute? It’s ok.”

I nodded and headed to him. If he’d still been angry I would have thought I was in trouble, but he looked more caring and concerned. Sam squeezed past him back into the room and then Dean took my hand and led me out, shutting the door behind us.

He turned to face me. “I’m sorry, ‘mega, I’ve just realised what an insensitive asshole I’ve been being.”

“What? You’re not-” he gently cupped my cheek with his hand, the sweet gesture silencing me.

“Yes, I have. I forgot that the last time I left you alone all day in a motel room, I got shot. Of course you’re worried. Sam and I didn’t think about it until you just sent him out to check on me.”

I started to tear up. He pulled me into a hug.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured.

I leant into the hug and enjoyed the feeling of being held, being close to my Alpha. He stroked my hair.

“Are- are you being careful?” I asked him.

He pulled back a little so he could look into my face. “We are always as careful as we can be, we are always looking out for each other when we’re hunting. But, sometimes we get injured. It’s going to happen occasionally. I know you’ll probably never be completely relaxed – I worry about Sam when he’s out without me, too – but I don’t want you freaking out every time we go out either.”

I bit my lip, not really sure how to reply. I couldn’t just turn off my worry.

He stroked the side of my face with my thumb. “How about this? You work on trying to relax when I’m hunting, and I work on paying better attention to you?”

“I’d prefer you paid better attention to your safety.”

 He chuckled, “Ok, deal.”

He wrapped me in his arms again. I breathed in the scent of him and felt a little less stressed.

“You know,” I said after a minute, “Madi worked it out straight away.”

He laughed, “Of course she did, she’s smarter than Sam and I combined.”

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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 didn’t know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding

Like he wouldn’t acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else

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Tattered: The Things We’ve Been Promised and Fought for

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean, Cas/Meg

Word Count: ~5600

Warnings, etc: Rushed through rut sex, Dean disappearing to go after the Leviathans, building a bigger pack, the babies arrive (hospitals, blood, c-section, nursing), and a jump forward

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

SAM

Cas was actually right. She’s fine. The babies are fine. I don’t know if I’d call it a miracle, but it’s a win and we’ll take it. The doctors asked her if she’d be interested in being included in a medical paper. She told them she’d think about it, being warned by an angel about our claim imbalance is a bit harder to reproduce in further studies.

And the last thing we really want is more questions.

She smells like sunbaked wheat fields and some kind of pastry, warm and comforting as she nuzzles me awake. Dean’s on his belly, head shoved between his pillows snoring gently. He’s dreaming vaguely, so I know we’ve got time to ourselves. I reach down and palm her ass, scooping her onto my lap as I tug the sheer nightgown up by my fingers.

She’s bare against my belly as she starts to kiss me, slow and teasing. I eat it up.

I hold her jaw in the palm of my hand slowly lap into her mouth, tasting and tempting as she gets wetter against me. She’s so solid now, the pups’re over a pound each and getting bigger every appointment. I want to keep her close, make sure she’s this healthy and safe always. Fill her up over and over so no one questions that she is spoken for, claimed by and possessing both our hearts. I need to be inside her, ten minutes ago.

She groans and then chuckles knowingly. “Your rut is coming up, I can smell it, it’s almost smokey on your skin.”

“What are we gonna do?” I ask, worry sinking in my gut.

“What we always do, fuck like crazy, hydrate. Rinse and repeat.”

“But what about the pups?”

She smirks down at me like I’m an idiot. “Sam, alphas have been fucking their pregnant omegas since the begining of time. Rut sex isn’t a threat, unless you tie me down and leave me somewhere—”

“I would nev-”

She brushes her thumb over my lips. “I know, stud, I know. I’m just saying. We’ll get through it. Dean might be pissy, but he gets his turn soon enough.”

I nod against her hold on my chin and she rewards me with a firm kiss. I hug her close and breathe in the calm she radiates, nosing against her hair. I won’t hurt her. I can’t.

She reaches between our bodies and starts stroking me back to life. I groan, watching as she rubs against my side, riling herself up just as much. I spin us on to our sides and she rolls to slot her ass against me, keeping it quiet for Dean, who’s still asleep behind me.

      "Easy," I murmur and kiss the back of her neck. I sink inside her slowly, inch by inch. She's even tighter at this angle and I close my eyes and breathe. I need to make this last for her.

       She gasps and starts rocking against me, so I pull her tighter to my chest. The smell of her slick fills the room and I love her so much I don't know what to do with it all. I cup her tit and marvel at how heavy they've gotten, nuzzling against my claim on her neck.

     I push into her in shallow rolls. My knot is hot against her ass. But we're in no hurry. She keeps sighing and squeezing me. My name coming out in little slices of whisper.

  "It's okay, baby."

   She breaks off on a moan and I brush my fingers over her nipple to give her more. But I keep it slow, building, trying not to rush anything. She pulls my fingers off her nipple and sucks them into her mouth, which is just —- then she drags them out and down to her clit. And as I slide them against that swollen nub, she clenches and my knot throbs. I gasp against her hair, trying to breathe through it all.

  Stopping myself from fucking her into the mattress, because I know she likes to be tossed around, even now.

    “Make me come first, Alpha—- Sam, please, I’m so close—,” she demands more than begs and I’m fucking trying, but she’s so wet I’m losing any purchase I have on her clit. I seal her lips around it, and rub, feeling it all hot and grinding against my hand. She’s digging her nails into the back of my neck, holding me as close as we can get from this angle and I’m going to explode.

   I teeth down the side of her face, landing on the hinge of her jaw and instead of biting her, I suck the smooth skin into my mouth. I can feel her blood drawing into the bruise, the delicious heat. Her claws are latched into my flesh and she keens, coming with a bucking thrash against my side— her legs kicking the last of the blankets off my side of the bed.

   I lick the sweat off her neck and pin her mound with the heel of my hand as I finish rutting my knot into her pulsing core. God— I swear I don’t know how I fit, but she fucking makes room for me or something because when I lock into place it’s like the first day out of the cage again. Her scent floods me with completion— contentment and I’m blinking away the tears. Mine. Ours. Us.

    I place my hand on her belly, dragging it up and down, feeling the shape of our pups inside and I pour even more pride and love into the air.

When we wake up, Dean’s gone. He left us a note saying: ‘Have a good rut. Fridge is stocked.’

*

It takes us two days to realize Cas and Bobby are gone too, between the house and salvage yard it’s a ghost town and we both know that can’t be good. But I can’t go and find anybody with a constant erection and reeking of rut. Besides, she’s got us nested down so good I’d probably lose my nuts if I even suggested we leave.

We’re both exhausted, but hydrated. And I’m eating her out like I’m going for the record. Not that Dean and I keep score, or anything. Or at least not that she knows about.

She’s riding my face and I can’t even see her tits anymore, her belly’s so big and that’s saying something because her tits have never been better. Fuck she’s so close I can taste the change in her slick— like it gets ultra concentrated just before —- I’m drowning in it, slurping it up and feeling her thighs trembling against me.

I’m hard as fucking steel and I don’t even want to touch my dick. I want to stay here on the verge of suffocation surrounded by my mate’s scent, her warmth. It makes me think of poems from school, of dying willing in your lover’s arms. Take my life, it is already yours.

And then she’s gone, slumped against the pillows and fanning herself as she catches her breath. I grin at her and wipe my mouth off with the back of my arm. She rolls her eyes at me and beckons me closer. I fall against her, hugging her middle as best I can while arching around the pups. My dick is persistent, but remains ignored along her leg.

She plays with my hair and I moan as she starts to scratch my scalp.

I can smell it on her before she voices it out loud, but still she says. “I’m worried about Dean, Sam.”

“I know, me too.”

"Do you think the Leviathans got them?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Just like that. No?” She looks at me like I’m lying to her, which I haven’t been able to manage since I got my soul back.

I shake my head, chewing on the explanation for my conviction. “It’s just, we’d feel it if something big happened, wouldn’t we? I think they’re hunting, but I don’t think it’s Def Com 6 here. Plus Cas and Bobby are with him— Dean’s gonna be fine.”

“You’re not just saying that because you want to keep fucking like rabbits, right?”

I sigh and try not to glare at her. But she smirks at me and I know she knows I was being sincere. “Very funny.”

“Dean’s not the only one that can give you shit, mister,” she teases, sinking further down my body to plop into my lap.

I nuzzle my nose against hers and she hums before she kisses me firmly on closed lips. “Even though you’re sure, I’d feel better if everyone was back home. So! Let’s see if we can get this rut over quickly then, just in case.”

I shake my head at her front of nonchalance, but agree wholeheartedly. “Can’t argue with that.”

*

They pull into the driveway two days later, dragging the impala behind them in Bobby’s truck. And they’re not alone. Cas and Meg ride in on the bed of the truck, presumably because they couldn’t be killed by something as inconsequential as an accident. And there’s Charlie, who I’ve only really talked to on the phone, looking a little dazed, but enthusiastically climbing out of the cab to shake hands with Y/N and me. Both Bobby and Dean look like they haven’t slept in days, and Dean’s got a shiner and his new coat is still covered in Leviathan juice.

“So?”

“We got him, Sammy. Dick’s dead. They’re all gone.”

“What, seriously? How?!”

“Bone of a nun, straight to the neck,” Dean gestures and grins, wagging his eyebrows. “I stuck it to ‘em.”

Our Omega, having enough of Dean’s antics, pulls him in for a proper scenting, opening his jacket and looking him over as he rests his hands on her hips, widening his stance so he is low enough to look her in the eye. “I’m fine, honey, really.”

“Tell me everything, from the beginning, like how you ran out on us without any way of knowing where you were!” She fumes, shaking him by the collar and pushes him away. Dean barely has to step back to withstand the weak force of her shove. He sighs and rolls his neck to look at me for back up. I hold up my hands and claim no loyalty in this spat.

He flips me off.

“Look, Sammy needed you here and, well, we got word it was time to move on the head honcho, so we took it.”

“What happened to Baby?”

Meg spoke up for the first time, husky voice deliberately unmussed. “That would be me. Drove her through their little glass welcome screen. Lucky me, I got to be a diversion.”

The story slowly unravels, Charlie sneaking Dean and Cas in. Cas identifying the real Dick Roman or the head chomper wearing his face. Saving the prophet Kevin, who they somehow lost when Crowley stepped in to help. And Cas flying Dean out of the blast zone just in time before the Leviathans got literally sucked back into Purgatory.

“So, uh, we’ve still got some clean up to do. Finding the kid. But I think —” Bobby explains before he gets cut off by Cas.

“We did good.”

“You’re damn right we did,” Dean agrees, holding hands with the mother of our children as we all drink and eat around the large banquet table Bobby built for us.

I can’t believe it’s over. “Well, Crowley can’t be too hard to get a lead on. We’ll get Kevin back to his mom.”

And just like that the mood turns sober. Before long, Bobby and Y/N take Charlie back to his house to help get a room ready for her to crash in until she gets her next move figured out. Which leaves Meg, Cas, Dean and I continuing to sip our drinks and shoot the shit.

“Look at you Winchesters, properly domesticated and everything,” Meg teased, eyeing the beams above her head and taking in the quality of Dean and Bobby’s craftsmanship.

“I know, right?” I agree, unable to stop the heat that burns across my cheeks.

“Awww, it’s okay, Sam. Maybe we all deserve a little bit of happiness this side of the apocalypse,” Meg says to Cas more than anyone. Cas, who had been eerily quiet, suddenly looks up and they lock eyes with something earnest and maybe a little dirty passing between them.

I clear my throat before Dean gets offended, because he’s already weirded out that we broke the warding for Meg. “You guys have any plans? Cas, any word from Daphne?”

“Uh, no, unfortunately when I didn’t return promptly from my first visit, she slowly realized that my abilities couldn’t be the claim to fame she was seeking. So, we parted ways and as I couldn’t be legally married as I don’t exist as a citizen, we didn’t really have to annul anything.”

“Heartbreaker,” Meg taunts.

“Wow, that’s good, Cas. I guess. One less loose end,” Dean agrees.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with Bobby a lot, thinking about sticking around? The more the merrier, right Dean?” I ask pointedly.

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I need to talk to Heaven, see if I can begin to atone. But it would be nice to have a homebase of sorts on Earth,” Castiel replies almost shyly.

“Well, you know where to find us, man. Because until those pups are out and until they’re walking, we’ve got one job to do,” Dean says and it all hits me. We don’t have to keep hunting. Sure, we can, but we don’t have to. We can have a life. Bobby will put us to work and we’ll do what we can for money, but once Kevin is safe. We’re just gonna be dads.

It’s unreal.

DEAN

It’s been two weeks since we took down Dick and yet Meg and Cas and hell, even Charlie have stuck around. Though Bobby won’t let Meg in his house, considering she tried to kill him at least once. But at this point, who hasn’t she tried to kill?

Charlie’s fascinated with all things hunting and the demon-angel team up sounds like something out of one of her video games so she can’t stop asking questions. Bobby’s actually having a lot of fun having her around, think she’s growing on the old bastard by sheer earnestness. And there’s our Omega, who is about fit to burst. She’s gone through the babies’ room everyday trying to figure out what we forgot, what we’re missing. 

Her waddling around like that makes me stupid and proud, but also just so damn happy that I start putting my foot in my mouth because it all seems too good to be true. Sam hates it when I piss her off, but it’s not like it’s intentional. I just can’t leave well enough alone.

The current argument is over names. Because everybody’s healthy in there, so we start getting serious about these pups we’re gonna meet any day now.

“Do not say John again— I will smack you,” Y/N growls.

“Dean, yeah, man, come on,” of course Sam agrees with her.

I know my dad’s name comes with a lot of baggage, but I still miss the son of a bitch anyway. Just not quite why she’s got such a vendetta against it, it’s a classic name. 

I grumble and concede this time. “Okay, fine, what do you like?”

“Jasper or maybe Jeremiah,” she replies, not bothering to look up from her little notebook that she has them all listed out on.

“Can we stay away from Pop culture names? Jasper is really popular lately,” Sam asks delicately, because yeah, we’re not doing the vampire name game, but still I hold my breath waiting for her to explode.

She sighs and crosses it off the list.

I see how tired she is and rub her knee under the table. “How about we go back to the girls’ names? Huh? Maybe if we get a small enough pool, we can narrow down the boy’s name better.”

We discuss names for another hour. Nobody agrees on any three names. But there’s some progress. Sort of.

Sam makes fajitas and I go and find Cas, even though he doesn't eat, gotta let everybody know it’s dinner time. He’s standing in one of the fields that I’m pretty sure don’t belong to Bobby, but I’m not about to go tattling either.

“Hey, man, soup’s on.”

Cas turns on me, all squinty eyed and concerned. “Hello, Dean.”

“Can you grab Meg and tell her to wash up for dinner? Sam says it will be ready in a minute here. I’ll go tell Charlie and Bobby.”

He walks with me towards the main house, but something must be up because he’s extra quiet. Not like listening to the universe or angel radio quiet, just thoughtful. He doesn’t go looking for Meg and soon we are stomping up the back steps in through Bobby’s kitchen.

“Dean? How did you know you were ready to take a mate?” Cas' question comes out of left field, but it also makes a lot of sense with the way he’s been acting.

“Uh— I don’t think I was ready, man. I mean, look at us, we kind of fucked things up before we really got it right. Why?”

“I also seemed to have—- fucked things up. When I lost my memories— with Daphne. But I realize now that I probably wouldn’t be able to make a human mate happy.” Cas looks up at me with a wavering dare in his eyes.

“Oh, shit!” I can’t believe he means—

“Don’t tell Sam, not yet. I just have begun thinking about pursuing her.”

“Yeah, man, I get it. But what about making amends with Heaven? A demon mate can’t be too far down on the No-No list.”

“Mating in general is considered beneath us, Dean.”

I can’t help the heat of shame that rises up, gaping at my best friend like a middle schooler during health class. But Cas has been in the trenches with us mud monkeys long enough, I guess I had forgotten just how holy he was. Maybe it’s also because we’re standing in Bobby’s too small kitchen and I can feel the old man’s eyes on me like an overzealous librarian.

“You got a reason for busting in here with your locker room talk or just felt the need to make everyone else uncomfortable?” Bobby glares at me then looks at Charlie who just waves innocently.

“Uh, food?” I swallow and try again. “Dinner’s ready.”

By a fucking miracle, we all make it to our place without more oversharing on anybody’s part.

*

Everything is so loud, but it’s like background loud, sitting next to a horror movie showing loud. Which is fitting, because there’s a lot of blood. And it’s getting harder to see, but I can’t do anything about it because my hands are full.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m your dad— one of ‘em anyway.” I swear she turns and looks at me, like she knows the sound of my voice. But her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s still screaming. And I’m crying worse than she is, because she’s here and she’s healthy and Y/N is a fucking miracle worker. She’s perfect. 

They’re all perfect.

Sam’s got the boy while the doctors clean up his little girl. She had a cord wrapped around her neck, but they could see everything once they got in there, so she’s fine. Sophia. That’s the name Sam and Y/N picked for her. Wisdom. It fits. 

I’m bouncing Joni, trying to get her to calm down as they put our Omega back together again. I walk over to where her face is behind the curtain, show her how amazing she is. How awesome our pup is. Pups are.

“Hey, Mama,” I can’t keep the tease out of my voice, I’m just so fucking happy. “Somebody wants to say hi.”

“Hi!” She sobs out, reaching as best she can with her arms pinned down to kiss a tiny forehead. 

The nurses clear some room on her chest, get her arms free so she can hold her, skin-to-skin they say. Once I know she’s got Joni good, I go and see how Sophie’s doing. Her cry is reedy, softer than her sister’s but still breaks my heart wide open. Once the nurse says I can, I scoop her up and hold her tight against my shoulder, whispering to her as we bounce-step over to her mom. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, we had to give Mama a minute. But now we’ve got you. Everybody’s safe.” I tell her as much as myself. I lock eyes with Sam as he is scenting Jimmy’s dark head. Leave it to our son to come out with a full head of hair. 

He’s not talking, but I can tell Sam’s just as much a mess as I am. I walk over and show off Sophie and he hands me our boy in exchange. He’s all wide eyed and looking around at everybody. Never seen a baby so alert. But I’m guessing that will change. These three are gonna put us all through the ringer— fill our lives with the new and the unknown.

It’s mesmerizing. And terrifying.

It’s a long time before they move us into a family room, they don’t even let us carry them down the hall. Instead we have three little plastic boxes on wheels that we push, along with a nurse, behind Y/N’s gurney. They help her figure out how to feed them. And I know Sam’s listening to all the technical crap about latching and pumping. 

But I am just amazed at her, exhausted as she is, cooing down at our pups as they nurse. Joni’s the smallest, but they all made it long enough to not have to worry about being hooked up to anything. Which I am gonna call Cas out on later, because the odds were near impossible on avoiding a NICU stay with triplets, but somehow we managed it.

Joni and Jimmy have been burped and are sleeping in their little blanket burritos tucked into a single bassinet. They’re used to close quarters and I can already tell they’re better together than apart. Sophie sleeps against Y/N chest, too tired from being born to really eat yet, but the nurse says it’s normal. Sam grabbed a shower and eventually Y/N will get a turn, but she’s got to worry about all the stitches and staples, so it might be just sponge baths for a few days.

I try not to get excited about helping her with those. 

We’ve got a lot more things to worry about now. And that kind of thinking got us here in the first place. I lose the last layer of scrubs and  leave the bathroom door open so I can hear them if they need me, if a nurse catches a peek, who cares at this point. Finally, we’re all clean and wedged on her bed, a baby a piece and everything quiets down. We shift and scent and just exist together for the first time, all six of us. God, it’s a whole pack now. We’re a real family.

Nothing will ever be better than this.

Five Years Later

Bobby

If I wasn’t already losing my hearing, the shrieking coming out of the backseat would have done it. I pull up to the drive in and wait for the carhop to come and take our orders. Don’t tell Rufus, but this minivan handles pretty damn well.

“Grandpa? Can I have poppers?” Joni asks like it’s normal for a little girl to be ordering deep fried peppers.

“No, doll, we’re having dinner at home. This is just a quick treat, but don’t go telling on me. Your dad will be all whiney about ruining your dinner and your daddy will be mad we didn't bring him home anything.”

They all giggle. 

The waitress taps on my window and I tell her, “four rootbeer floats please. Extra napkins if you got ‘em.”

“Sure thing, hun. That’ll be eighteen eighty.”

I give her a twenty and a couple of singles, waving away the offer of change.

“Thanks, it’ll be right up.”

I can feel them all fidgeting in their little booster seats, so I turn around and unbuckle myself to talk to them better. “You have fun today?”

Sophie’s staring out the window and hugging her little ratty stuffed rabbit. But she smiles and nods. Joni and Jimmy are both bellowing, trying to be louder than the other. “Yes! It was so fun!”

“Good.” I say, trying not to get too pleased with myself.

The mugs arrive and the pups are sticky from head to toe by the time we hand them back to the carhop, mostly empty. The extra napkins get wadded up and shoved into a grocery bag Y/N keeps on a little hook in here. Shoulda grabbed some baby wipes before we left. Friggin’ evidence is gonna get us all in trouble.

I check that their belts are tight and that Jimmy can reach both of his sisters’ hands if he needs to. Once we’re all set for the drive home, Sophie’s already nodding off. Then Jimmy conks out. Silly Miss Joni singsongs herself to sleep just as I’m pulling into the driveway. It’s nice out. We’ll leave them in there with the windows down until they wake up. With three of ‘em we’ve learned to pick our battles.

And the fresh air and afternoon sunshine will be a better way to wake up than yanking them out of their seats only to try and force them back to sleep after a fright and a carry upstairs.

I let myself in and hang up the van keys by the rest of them. Somebody’s in the library and somebody's snoring upstairs. I go warn Sam to finish his chapter outside on the porch and then make my way back to my place. I pass Charlie’s little trailer and don’t bother to knock, she’s hunting with Jody and the girls this week, but make sure she didn’t leave any lights on.

Cas and Meg’s place is aways in the back, more of a house than a barn, since we did it from the ground up. But it suits them, as much as they come and go. Then there’s Garth and Bess, never figured I’d have nearly a full set of monsters for neighbors, but life is nothing if not surprising. They’re expecting their first pup in a couple of months. I’ve been working on fixing up an old conversion van for them, but parts take forever. It’s funny, never saw that dipshit so normal as he is as a werewolf.

Kevin stops by from time to time, but that’s between research positions. He graduated from college and is working on a doctorate already. His mother calls me once a month whether I’ve heard from him or not. I don’t hate the check ins. 

The birthday party is tomorrow, giving everybody more time to make it in.

I can’t believe the kids are already five. Starting school next fall and everything. It makes me feel every inch a grandpa. Because I remember when Sam was that size and now he’s got his own to worry over. It’s been years, but it feels like yesterday. I check that the gifts I have tucked away for them are still safely hidden, because the rascals are curious little things. Had to move the Christmas presents to Jody’s after last year, got into them a whole week before I even had my tree up.

*

“Okay, time! Time. Sophie, it’s Jimmy’s turn,” Dean braves the terribly aimed swings of the old broom and catches it before she swipes into the snack table. Jimmy’s been waiting with his blindfold looped around his neck. The crepe paper donkey is swinging idly where Y/N holds the rope over the branch.

Everyone here knows this is going to take awhile. But without any other kids in line, we’re gonna let them have their fun.

“Good job Sophia!” Cas calls through his hands. She peeks out of her blindfold and groans at the fully intact pinata.

“Jimmy! Whack it good!” Joni crows and everyone cheers along with her. Sam collects Sophie’s blindfold and ties it around Joni’s neck as she waits for her turn. Sophie slumps over and leans against me like she’s run a marathon.

I don’t bother asking her what’s wrong, she’s a pouter, but she’s not showy about it. She thinks she didn’t do a good enough job, so I’m just gonna hold her while she watches her brother fall over himself missing the moving target too. Joni gets a good couple thwacks in, but the dumb donkey’s still holding all the candy when Dean decides it’s his turn.

“Now you watch, your daddy isn’t gonna be able to get it either.” And bless her, Y/N kept that pinata out of Dean’s reach the entire two minutes we gave him. Then it became a taunting exercise between the adults. After enough of them had laughed themselves stupid, I stood up, setting Sophie down gently. 

“Alright, idjits, it’s time for sudden death. No blindfolds, only spinning and let the birthday pups get their candy.” Being the pack elder has its perks and times like this is one of them.

Joni teeters over with laughter as she swings. She catches the rope around the broom handle and pulls the whole thing down with little resistance from Y/N’s grip. She beats the cardboard animal within an inch of recognition and finally a hole caves in and the other two pounce in for the candy as soon as the weapon is out of play.  Dean hands it over their heads to Sam. 

Jimmy keeps trying to stuff candy in his pockets, but they’re too full and he’s losing more than he’s saving, meanwhile the girls just use their shirts like aprons. We are all bent over in tears, but the kids have their haul and nobody is gonna forget this party. Between Jody’s pictures and Meg’s recording on her phone, we’ll be able to bring it up for blackmail in the future.

Dean grabs the last handful of candy out of the carcass before he tosses it on the woodpile for next burning day. He doesn’t share, figures.

“Alright, before you go on about singing and cake, I’m handing out my gifts first,” I announce. “Over here you rascals.”

I march across the yard and head to a little strip of grass along the tree line. The kids are racing after me, I can hear their mother yelling at them to be careful since they’re in their nice clothes for the party.

But it’s an outdoor party and she should have known better, if you ask me.

I stop beside a big lump of canvas and wait for their little legs to catch up. I look down at them and give them the rules. “You have to take turns. You cannot cut in front of each other. And you do not use these on one another either, ya hear me?”

“Yes, Grandpa.” Three little voices nod, half listening half wiggling with excitement.

“Okay.” I pull the cloth off the target and step back hiding the packages behind my back.

“Ooooooo!”

“A target?”

“Are we shooting it?”

“No, guns are for grown ups. But if you get good, maybe you can hit it with one of these.” I fan out the bundles in front of me, letting them each pick one. Sam’s close now, eyeing me and I know what he’s thinking. But it’s not about hunting, not that kind of hunting at least. He grabs up the wrapping paper as the kids shred it to pieces to keep it from blowing away and becoming litter.

“A bow and a quiver!” Jimmy exclaims.

“I’m gonna be the Green Arrow!” Joni declares.

“I’m Huntress,” Sophie decides.

“I’m gonna be Hawk-guy.” Jimmy finally adds after much thought.

Dean chuckles. But Charlie calls over, “It’s Hawkeye, buddy.”

“Right. Hawkeye. I didn’t know that one either,” Y/N adds, shrugging.

I get them for the next hour, showing them how to crook the bow, and notch the arrow. They listen better for me than anybody, but seeing them this hooked on my every word made my damn month. They’re naturals, even if they don’t have the arm strength yet. We let them shoot from ten feet. Then finally Garth and Charlie convince them it’s time for cake.

I let it go. Because I know I will have them crawling through my backdoor everyday until they’re pros. It’s a selfish gift, but it’s an even trade. Let their parents off the hook about preparing them for everything out there, while giving me an excuse to spend more time with them. When they’re old enough we’ll go after turkeys for Thanksgiving, not wendigos or vampires.

They’ll have the skills and none of the burden their folks had at their age. 

I nod at Y/N as she sets three mini cakes down on the table, letting them each blow out a matching number five. She’s a good mom and I can’t help but be a little proud about that fact. She’s not mine, but she always had a piece of my heart. Then there’s those two knuckleheads that somehow manage to keep her healthy, happy and safe. I couldn’t hope for any better for any of them. And I’m just grateful I’m still around to see it all happen.

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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 O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

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*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 Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 

Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” 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. 

****

Sam quickly rounds the car, blocking the Beta from his line of sight. “Dean, calm down, it’s Bobby. Remember when he'd play baseball with you instead of practicing with the shotguns?” 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, “Listen to your Omega Dean."

Bobby’s 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. “Yes, 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.

“That’s a helluva lot of numbers for your name, little lady,” Bobby remarks, looking sternly at Dean. “Do I have to worry about you going for my throat while sleeping?” Thoroughly abashed by his reaction toward the man he considers a surrogate father, he responded No, Sir. “Good. We’ll 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.”

Little did the seasoned hunter know how right he was as two celestial beings observed the group from the shadows.

"You know,” the one in a business suit said, “When 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 what’s 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.” His features hardened, “Of course, that was before you. Care to explain why disregarded orders to get rid of that birth defect?”

The other looked across the yard at the parties retreating to the house while his unerring memory returned to the past. 

****

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 he’d 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, Mary’s 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 felt—regret, 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. 

Saving Lucifer's vessel left him holding the baby—specifically, 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. 

****

"You disregard the plan that's been in place for eons because some reject made you feel?!" Zachariah barked out a laugh of disbelief and turned to his companion. “I’m going to ask and don’t 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."

“Okay, thanks.” Bobby tossed the cordless on his desk. “Dr. Stevenson can get it, but it’ll take a day.”

“Good," John says, tossing back his third glass of whiskey. "The sooner that implants back in, the better.” Bobby sipped it on his glass, studying the other hunter he’d known for years. 

Bobby learned the day they meet that John Winchester was an obsessive bastard who’d 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. 

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 he’d clean up the mess, confusing the Beta before noticing Sam had wet himself and the bed.

Reassuring Dean it wasn’t 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. 

Putting on his kindest smile, he helped them back into bed, left a small lamp he’d 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 lugs—explaining why it looked like it went three rounds with a vengeful spirit—to 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.

“If 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 Alpha’s 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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Thanks to the lovely admins over at @spnfanficpond and @talltalesandbedtimestories, one of my SPN stories will be made into a podfic! I'm very excited, but I also need your help. 💕

If you're interested, which story would you enjoy listening to in podfic form? (Links and summaries below the poll.)

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Stories Mentioned:

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Choosing Him You’re forced to make a decision between Sam and Dean. - [Sequel to “Dean gives you an impossible choice.” Contains both Sam and Dean endings.]

Smoke Eater (Part 1) Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

Midnight Espresso - (18+) You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

A Wish to Build a Dream On (18+) Dean has been harboring the archangel Michael in his mind for weeks now, putting a strain on your relationship. When Dean makes a wish that accidentally brings his father back from the dead, you get to meet the (in)famous John Winchester. But as always with magic, your boyfriend’s wish has unintended consequences.

Big & Tall - (18+) You steal Sam’s shirt. But that simple theft comes at a big price.

Make It Right (18+) He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die. [Omegaverse/ABO dynamics]

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Just a tiny update without saying much

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White picket fence.

Wincest x reader

Sam alpha

Dean alpha/omega

Reader omega

Warnings: Incest, AOB, scenting, nesting, harassment, poly couple

NO HATE PLEASE, DONT LIKE IT DONT READ

Finding the bunker was the next best thing, a place to go back too, a bed of your own. Well this bed was a little dusty and old, not really comfortable either.

“Hey” you glanced to Dean who had knocked on your door.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“Wanna go shopping?” He grinned and you frowned suspiciously but nodded and followed him.

“Sammy!” He yelled finding him at the table reading.

“We’re heading out” he said and Sam frowned and you shrugged.

“Um, ok” Sam just nodded and you went to him. You leant down and Sam smiled a bit giving you a soft kiss.

“Be safe” he said and you nodded going to Dean who grinned.

“Bye” he said to Sam before leaving.

“Where are we going? Please tell me where not buying an arsenal” you groaned.

“Nope” he had this grin that wouldn’t leave, he was up to something.

“Dean” you huffed.

“Furniture shopping!” He said and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh come your beds crusty man” he icked and you made a ‘fair’ face.

“Besides the place could use some décor” he smiled.

“Whatever you say” you said.

Dean rented a trailer first before heading to whatever furniture store was close.

“How are we paying for this?” You whispered to him.

“Credit cards” he smirked perking up as he saw the bedding.

“Oh boy” you muttered.

“This one?” Dean laid down sighing contently as you laid by him.

“Oh yeah” you hummed closing your eyes.

“Do you two need assistance?” You jumped hearing the sales woman.

“Yes” Dean grinned and stood as did you.

“We would like three of these in a queen” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Alright then, did you want to keep browsing? Bed frames or anything?” She asked smiling.

“Also yes” Dean nodded already having his eyes on something.

“And he’s gone” you said.

“New house?” The sales woman asked.

“Yeah” you chuckled, if that’s what you want to call a secret underground bunker.

“He seems overly happy doing this” she commented.

“Yeah I don’t know” you shrugged. He waved you over and you excused yourself.

“So there’s black, white and oak in this, it’s simple, cheap and nice” he said.

“One of each colour?” You asked.

“I’ll have white, Sammy will have black and you can have oak” you said.

“Read my mind” he said and you smiled. You wandered off while Dean talked to the sales woman. You looked at appliances, a new microwave wouldn’t hurt.

“New house?” You frowned at the words. You glanced to the alpha who gave a smile.

“Oh yeah” you nodded awkwardly going back to checking prices.

“Yeah me too, thought it was time to set up you know?” He stepped closer, a little too close.

“Yeah it’s nice” you shrugged stepping away.

“Are you in your own?” He asked and before you were about to back away and speak you ran into someone. You gulped a bit knowing Deans figure and scent.

“No she’s not” Dean said, scent defensive and sour. The other alpha held his hands up and left and you sighed sagging a bit against him.

“Ok?” He asked and you nodded not used to people talking to you like that. He rubbed your arms in comfort before you turned around, taking a small step back.

“Is it all paid for?” You asked and he nodded smile returning. You helped him the best you could with lifting everything into the trailer.

“Is it gonna fit through the door?” You called from the other side of the trailer.

“Yeah it’ll fit” Dean said throwing you some rope.

After tying it down you headed back to the bunker. Dean parked by the entrance and you got out.

“I’ll get Sam” you said and Dean nodded getting out. You opened the doors and walked down to get Sam who was still reading.

“Hey” you called.

“Hey, got everything?” He asked and you nodded.

“Gonna need your help and he frowned but nodded following you.

“What’s this?” He asked you.

“Furniture!” Dean said happily.

“Huh?” Sam said confused and Dean rolled his eyes.

“For our rooms dumbass” Dean huffed.

“No I get that I just” you hit his stomach lightly and he stopped.

“Just help me carry it” Dean said.

After everything was inside you all collapsed on the couch.

“I don’t wanna do that again” Dean commented.

“I second that” you said hearing Sam chuckled.

“Oh we got you black hope that’s ok” Dean said to Sam.

“Sure” Sam nodded.

“I don’t wanna ruin your nesting, I just thought we’d be in one room is all” Sam said and you smiled to yourself.

“We can share beds, that’s why I got the big beds” Dean grinned.

“Besides princess here likes her own room” he pointed to you.

“Only cause I move a-lot” you huffed.

“And we’ve said we don’t mind” Dean said Sam agreeing.

“Also Sam snores, I need some sleep sometimes” Dean teased and Sam hit him making him chuckle.

“Sometimes we argue” Dean said quietly and you nodded.

“But, I think it’s good to have our own rooms, still enough room for fun times” Dean winked making you roll your eyes.

“Do you ever not think with your dick?” You asked.

“Only when I’m not around you” he grinned and you fake gagged.

“Oh come on princess” he smirked.

“You love it” he added.

“Do I?” You dragged out.

“My mark says so” he pointed to your neck, a cocky look on his face.

“His mark says so too” he added and you flushed. You lifted your hands to cover the marks on your neck, one either side, right for Dean and left for Sam. Sam had the same for Dean and you on the left. Dean had you on the right and Sam on the left. People often gave weird looks at the two bite marks either side of your necks, but never said anything, to scared too. Dean was very protective and proud of his marks and would bite someone’s head off if they bagged them.

Setting up your rooms was slow, you laid the new mattresses out on the floor near the lounge next to each other like one big bed. Dean often ended up on either Sam’s or yours bed. It was nice to do these things though, putting together the furniture with beers and laughs when Dean didn’t understand the instructions. Day by day the rooms slowly looked like normal people rooms. It was strange being able to call this your room. Dean loved it, he loved his bed and the idea of his own room, never actually had one before. Sam was a little reluctant to stay in his room, he preferred to sleep with either you or Dean his alpha ness kicking in. All three of you was usually a tight fit but with the bigger beds it was better, but not really. You slept well when you were with either one of them, but you moved a lot, you usually tossed and turned, needed a soft blanket and about a million pillows before you’d fall asleep. Despite them both saying the didn’t care you sometimes needed your own bed and space. First few nights was weird, it was nice but weird having your own room. Sam didn’t sleep in his room, no the alpha was determined to have his scent on yours and Deans bed before he was satisfied and finally tried his room. Course when he did you’d woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare and walked to Sam’s room wrapped in a blanket. He had smiled and lifted his quilt so you could come under. He wasn’t asleep in the first place but he relaxed when he tugged you to him. By three a clock you think Dean rolled in. He was groggy, grumpy for whatever reason he mumbled. He climbed into Sam’s bed and cuddled up to you grumbling something before he fell asleep again. When morning came you smiled tucking yourself more against Sam in content. Dean mumbled in his sleep, clutching you tighter which made you smile again. Sam had chuckled quietly at Deans noise and pressed a kiss to your head whispering a soft good morning. You hummed lifting your head to look at him. His hair was out of whack and you chuckled only to hear Dean grunt in annoyance.

“Can’t we sleep in one time” he said and you laughed quietly with Sam.

“Our body’s have clocks Dean” Sam said.

“Screw my clock” he said as you rolled over to face him. He smiled then, opening his eyes.

“Morning” he grinned and you huffed before kissing him.

“Mm definitely good morning” he added and Sam laughed.

“Who wants pancakes?” He grinned and you nodded laughing. This was your white picket fence.

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When You Call-Part 15

Warnings: So much Smut... Seriously all minors leave, Cursing I believe...

Pairing: Alpha! Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Reader

A/N: It has been LITERAL YEARS I'M SO SORRY. A lot of things happened that I wish didn't and I almost lost my spark entirely. Then with @emoryhemsworth, I finally got it back! SO ENJOYY!!

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I don’t think I’ve ever had a rut as long as this one, it was almost 2 weeks long. Y/N’s fever is finally going down too, which is great to hear. Also at the same time, I think my abs now rival that of Sammy’s so that’s also another good thing to come out of this. 

As my rut and her heat started going down we decided to have Sam come back home. As soon as she saw him she jumped into his arms. 

He chuckled as he said, “looks like someone is feeling better…” He brushed her hair back, taking note of all of the color coming back to her features and lack of heat under her skin. 

I smirked as she bounced, showing him the ring. The very same one that he helped me pick for her. He acted none the wiser, though.

I looked at her expression, not being able to remember the last time I felt this happy. When all of this would be a fever dream I’d get during my ruts when I was a horny teenager. Her being mine, us together, my mark on her. That one pipe dream would get me through anything, near-death experiences included.

I felt her circle behind me as she draped her arms over me. I relaxed into the touch.

I couldn’t help but think about what the rest of our lives are going to look like. Did I want to retire at some point? For her? Absolutely. I’ll take a desk job for her safety, for our pups, all of it. I’m getting ahead of myself though. 

“Wow you really did tame him.” Sam chuckled as he walked up to me and bumped fists, “look at him melting and you barely touched him.”

“Dean? He’s a teddy bear!” She giggled. 

I looked up at her as I said, “Nuh-uh I am your teddy bear, no one else’s.”

Sam laughed as he went off to his room to unpack.

Later on in the day as I was doing some research with Sammy, Y/N came in, “hey so I got a call from Jody, seemed urgent. I was thinking we could go and check it out.”

I could tell my demeanor changed just by the look she gave me. We? Hell no.

Sam looked at me, his eyes begging me not to do this. 

I finally opened my mouth, “Jody contacted you? But not Sam or myself. You wonder why, Omega?” It came out darker than I wanted it to, but I can’t help that I want to protect her. 

“She said you guys weren’t picking up. So she tried me, she also sends her apologies but this is one of those things that require the ‘Winchester touch’. Her words, not mine.” I could smell in her scent she was daring me to challenge her. 

“Sam, give us the room.” I ordered, keeping eye contact with her. 

“Dean just-”

“Did I stutter, Sam?” I growled. 

I was looking at Y/n the entire time, “Sam, go and pack, will you?” I said as I looked at her.

I felt her get brave at that, “Don’t talk to him like that.” She barked at me. I could see the hair stand up on her arms. I cocked my head to the side.

She started rounding the table as Sam got up, trying to get into the middle, “Ok we are not doing this right now.”

“I am going on this hunt,” I could hear the annoyance in her voice as I approached her.

As soon as Sam left the library. I got up out of my chair, standing to my full height.

“No you are not. What if something happens to you, huh?!” I chided, “what if you get hurt or worse?! What kind of Alpha would I be letting you go out there and risking yourself?” 

She rolled her eyes, “This isn’t up for debate,Dean.”

There is one look that she does, it’s a cross of ‘get the fuck out of my way’ and ‘are we clear?’, it shuts anyone up. She aimed that shit right at me. My worry and instinct threw all of that out the window though.

My eyebrows went up as I chuckled as I said, “You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t up for debate, Omega.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking at me from all angles, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just use my title in that tone. I’m also going to pretend that you didn’t just try to insinuate that I am not going to go on this hunt simply because you are my mate.” 

I tilted her gaze to me as I came to a stop directly in front of her, “It’s cute how you act like you’re bigger and meaner than you actually are.” I brushed some hair out of her face as I continued,“At the end of the day it’s just talk and you know that. You know that you are more vulnerable, more… what’s the word…” I trailed off.

I could smell her getting increasingly angry, “Don’t go there Winchester…” She warned. 

“ More fragile.” I saw her gaze narrow…

“Ohohoho you fucked up Winchester.” She laughed… The air coming off of her had a looming presence. I clenched my jaw as she continued, “you know damn well I’m the farthest thing from fragile.”

She started to walk away as I yelled at her, “Not like I’m going to find out because you aren’t going anywhere Y/N” 

All I heard was the slam of our bedroom door. She may hate me now, but at least she’s safe. 

Y/N POV:

Who does he think he is?! I can feel my blood boiling and my mark aching as I went directly against what he wanted me to do. I have been doing nothing but trying to get back to 100% after all the shit that’s plagued my life recently. After he claimed me I thought that this is the signal of things turning for the better. Then I saw that look on his face.

That same fucking face that screamed that he knew better than I did. Never mind that I was the one who brought the hunt to their attention in the first place. Never fucking mind I solo’d more hunts than the both of them put together… Fragile? FUCKING FRAGILE?!

I may be an Omega but I am every bit of Alpha when it comes to hunting. I couldn’t help but feel a heat pool in my belly at the look that he gave me. It made me want to both slap and ride his face at the same fucking time, which does not help me in trying to calm down. 

I decide against destroying our room and instead go to a positive release. I put on my workout bra and my yoga pants and head to the gym.

I was almost in the room but I’m stopped by a wall of a man, Sam. 

“No… Going to blow off some steam?” He asked, willing his eyes to come up to meet my eyes. 

“Y/N?” He asked. I looked up at him and I could tell he was having issues.

“Something wrong, Sammy?” I asked as he blatantly stared at my body. 

To which I chuckled and responded, “Life isn’t fair Sammy, consider it a life lesson!”

“Yeah” I said, making sure to sway my hips just a tad. Was it wrong of me to wag my ass at my future brother in law? Yes… but it’s not like I haven’t done that shit before and as a matter of fact it’s a running joke with the both of us.

“Not fair Y/N.” I heard him scold me.

I heard him laugh behind me as I turned into the gym.

I started off with free weights trying to make sure I keep my form perfect. 

Dean POV:

“What did you say to her?” Sam asked me as he plopped his duffel onto the table. 

I was in the library thinking of how I could’ve handled that better. Once again my foot’s in my mouth when it comes to her. I just don’t get why she’s doing this. Making it hard to protect her. You would think that she would get my apprehension when it comes to her safety.

I smell Sammy come in before I can see him.

I looked at him, his face was red, like he couldn’t control himself. 

“Short story I told her she wasn’t coming with us, why?” I asked. 

“Because I caught her on the way to the gym, she's dressed to kill and looks like she is going to kill our equipment if you don’t apologize.” Sam grabbed my whisky glass and drained it in one gulp, then poured me more.

“She’s doing it on purpose.” I said nonchalantly, “I called her fragile.”

His jaw dropped, “wow… you really are stupid.” he chuckled. 

“It’s not that bad.” I trailed off.

“Oh it isn’t? Do I need to remind you what she did to the last hunter who called her a ‘fragile Omega who needs protecting?’” 

“He had it coming he tried to grab her ass, Sam.” I tried to defend myself.

“What. Did. She… Do?” he punctuated.

“She… she broke his wrist.”

“Right she broke his wrist, his forearm, and kneed him so hard in the balls he had to see a specialized urologist because he wasn’t sure if he could have kids after the damage she dealt out.” Sam shook his head, “You are lucky she loves you because I’d be scraping you off the floor otherwise and I think you know that.”

I huffed as I said, “Yeah I know. I just don’t know how to protect her otherwise.” I ran a hand through my hair as I touched my mark. It's been hurting since I had that encounter with her, like it’s trying to tell me that my other half is not happy right now and I should probably fix that. 

“Listen I’ll take care of the hunt, you stay here with your Omega.”

I looked at him and he continued, “Maybe if you’re sidelined too you’ll understand exactly what you’re asking of her. I’ll see you both in a few days.”

With that he was out the door. 

I shut down my laptop and slammed the whisky Sam re-poured for me. I started walking towards the gym to apologize after I gave her some time to get her aggression out… just in case. 

When I finally made it to the door I saw her there, drenched in sweat, in her workout gear and headphones in. She is going to town on a 200 pound punching bag. She was landing combos on it, punches and kicks and making it sway on its chain. 

I heard her grunts and her breathing. It made my dick stir in my pants. The more I listened in I could hear her saying, “fuckin’ *thwack* fragile..” and “pulled his *right jab* ass out of a unghh *slip jab* collapsing house *thwack* doesn’t sound *elbow strike* Fragile to me *Forward kick*”

I smirked as I watched her, I don't know how she is doing it but she’s pulling off cute and terrifying at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. The duality of her. I saw her sweat flying as stray strands of hair stuck to her temples, while others formed light curls as they hung in her face. 

I didn’t want to startle her so I tried to walk into her field of view. She looked at me and paused her music, taking off the headphones. 

“What?” She questioned as she went back to beating the punching bag to a pulp.

“Look what I said was wrong, okay?” 

She laughed at that, “I’m not going to stop hitting this bag because it is the only thing stopping me from beating the shit out of you. That is the least I can do.” She glared in my direction as she bared her teeth at me. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you speak after the shit you pulled. You do remember what I did to the other guy that tried to pull that shit, right?” 

“No shit. I pulled you and Sam out of buildings, dragged 200lb bodies, snapped bones with my bare hands, I don’t need you to tell me you were wrong. Because it’s pretty fucking obvious.” She said as she landed another kick on the bag.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” I quipped, “The least you can do is look at me.”

“Sam reminded me.” I huffed.

She looked at me smirking as she went back to the bag, “you fucking heard me.”

“There’s an Alpha I can get behind… well on top of.” She laughed to herself.

My jaw hung open at that, ‘What did you just fucking say?” I had to have heard wrong. 

I growled at her, “I know I fucked up but don’t you ever…”

“Ever what, Dean?” She stopped hitting the bag and started advancing on me, “Let me guess he was the one who told you to fix it? Right? My guess is he left without both of us, right?! He has more emotional intelligence than you could ever dream of possessing. Not to mention that he doesn’t try to fucking pidgeonhole me into being the ‘Perfect Omega’” She spat at me as tears threatened her eyes. 

“Why am I not enough,Dean? I never questioned you. I ran through hell and back for you, yet instead of letting me be me you pulled this shit and the only Alpha who fought for me and what I wanted was Sam. And even saying that makes me want to vomit because I don’t want him. I never did! I want you. I still want you! I want my Alpha to love me the way that I am!” she screamed at me. 

Before I could blink she was out of the room. It took me a second to process, “Don’t fucking walk away from me Y/N.” I spat as I looked into the hallway. 

I made it out there just in time to see her duck into the shower room.

I tore into that room like a bat out of hell.

I saw her starting the shower up as she said, “Take the fucking hint, Dean.”

I screamed at her, “You don’t get to run away after saying all of that shit to me after saying that you’d want my brother to claim you instead of me Y/N, that’s fucking low even for you!”

She looked at me and scoffed, “You are so fucking blind I’m surprised you haven’t gotten lasik.” 

I glared at her as she continued, “I never wanted Sam. I told your dumbass that. I want you to support me, to understand that I will never be the way that you want me to be. I will always run into danger because you run into danger and you are the only part of me that I love! The only part that’s worth saving!”

The next thing I know I’m pinning her to the shower wall and kissing her. I don’t care that we are fully clothed under the spray, my heart was aching hearing her say that… All of those things. I needed her to know what I couldn’t vocalize, the anger of hearing her say those things but not at her. At myself. I felt her trail her hands up my chest and around my neck

I nipped at her lips, begging to be let in, not like I deserved to be in the first place.

I kissed the corner of her mouth as it threatened to frown, “Please don’t hurt me like that.”

Almost immediately her mouth opened for me. I felt her undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans while I grabbed her sports bra and started to take it off of her. She whimpered when I pulled away but as soon as I took it off and ripped off my own shirt. I went right back to kissing her.

I could feel her chest heaving, as whimpers left her, I looked down at her to see her trying to fight tears, I kissed them away as fast as they fell saying, “Please don’t do that,Baby.” 

I kissed her temple, “Don’t say those things about yourself.”

Then her forehead, “You are worth so much more than me, my beautiful fiancee.”

I picked up her hands and kissed them, “My mate.”

I kissed down her chest, “My reason for breathing.”

I brought her pants and panties down her legs, kissing everywhere I could reach, “you save me every single day.”

 Tears threatened my eyes as I kissed up her body, “I love you so much it scares me.”

I looked at her as she wiped my face and I reveled in the touch, “That’s why I am the way I am… I almost lost you. I can’t.. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

She looked into my eyes as I tried to calm myself, as if she knew what I needed she brought my lips to hers again. Just that simple contact set me on fire. I cradled her head in my hands, as if she’d break if I let go or use too much pressure.

She smiled at me as she did. Once she started working on herself, I grabbed the soap from her. 

I felt her push my jeans and boxers all the way to the floor and I kicked them away. I felt her draw circles on me as we kissed, it was something she just does when she can sense I’m stressed or in pain, sad.

She only broke that kiss to say, “I’m right here,Baby.” She kissed my palms and I went right back to kissing her. When she could sense she could break the kiss she grabbed soap and started working a lather in her hands, spreading it on my body. 

I spoke in whispers to her as I cleaned her, “This brings me back. Back when you need help because of your ribs.” I kissed her shoulders.

I smiled at her, “And I’m yours, always and forever.” I kissed her longer at that. I could smell her arousal as I trailed my hands down her curves. As if on command she trusted me completely as I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She smiled at that memory, “I remember. Now look at where we are,” she looked at me with a smile that reached her eyes and a giggle that made my heart skip a beat. “Now we’re engaged. And I’m yours.” she touched her claim mark and kissed the one she left on me. 

I heard her giggling as kissed right under her ear. It’s moments like this that make the hell we went through worth it.

She pulled back and looked at me peppering my face with kisses making me giggle as I told her. “We don’t have a condom here, Omega.” 

She just smiled at me and said, “Good thing that the doctor put me on the pill in case we couldn’t wait. All he asks is that we use protection for the week and a half after we choose to start trying.”

This is my first time actually feeling her, “Shit, you feel so perfect Baby.” There is no other word to describe the way she feels. She’s perfect. 

I smiled as I said, “I completely forgot about that.” She smiled at me as I lined myself up with her.

As soon as sunk her down onto me we both let out a moan at the feeling.

“So are you, I can feel every vein, so good..” Was all she could say, “Made for me, love you so much.”

I kissed her with every ounce of pent up emotion I’ve had, I started moving as soon as I was sure I wouldn’t blow my load early. I want this to last as long as possible, but with how she’s squeezing me I can tell that is a big ask from the both of us, given how we’ve been unintentionally teasing each other this entire time. 

My hands went from her waist to her ass as I kissed and nipped at her neck. I slowly started lifting and guiding her back onto my shaft. When I looked at her I had to bite my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. 

Her eyes were blown out, her kiss swollen lips were open slightly letting out the most sinful moans I have ever heard come out of a person. That’s all secondary to the fact that when I looked at where we were joined, I could literally see an outline of my cock in her stomach. 

I moved one of my hands to the bulge, I couldn’t help but moan at the sight. She followed my gaze and smiled at me. I crashed my lips back into hers as I picked up the pace slightly. The only things that could be heard in the shower room were our moans, the water from the shower, and skin on skin. 

Feeling her squeeze me like a vice while her nails scratched at my back, leaving a trail of delicious heat after them.

Everything started building. Hearing her moans.

Her lips sucking on my skin, her chest sliding against mine.

All of this would make any man cum alone but the cherry on top of all of this was her breathlessly begging me to cum.

“Please, Alpha, cum for me. Fill me up. I need it. Baby please.”

That’s what did it as my knot popped and I filled her completely, so much so that her stomach was distended. 

I came so hard that I had to use a hand to support us on the shower wall. 

When I looked at Y/N I could see that she was still very high off of her orgasm, so I just held her tight to my body, angling her head so that she could scent me. 

‘It’s okay I got you Omega, breathe I got you.” I petted her hair back as I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for us.

I made sure to cover her first as I walked back to our room. 

By the time I dried us off and peeled back the covers she started coming to…

“De-Dean” 

I smiled at hearing her voice, she is so out of it. That fact that I made her that way made my heart swell a bit. She feels safe enough to let go completely like this, knowing I’ll take care of her.

I laid the towel down for when my knot finally deflated, although I can tell it’s not going to happen for a while. 

I laid her down on the bed with me on top, so no pressure is on the knot and I put the blanket over us. 

I finally got to see her face as I pulled back, “Hey Beautiful, welcome back.” I said as I kissed her nose. 

She scrunched her face and said, “That hit different.”

I started laughing as I said, “you looked like you were  just gone, Baby I’m not gonna lie.”

She smirked and said, “That was an out of body experience right there, I astral projected like Dr.Strange or something.”

I started full on belly laughing as I looked at her I held up two fingers and I said, “How many am I holding up?”

She swatted my chest and she said “Two.” 

I laughed as I got lotion from the side table and moisturized her entire body, getting her to relax. Afterwards, I just cuddled her, putting my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as I waited. 

Maybe 20 mins later I could finally pull out. 

As soon as I did I cleaned her up and went to get her water. 

Then she looked up with tired eyes, “Can we cuddle?”

How could I say no to that. The laundry, the clothes, all of that can wait. 

I climbed into bed with my Omega and not even a few minutes later, we fell into a peaceful sleep.

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April Fic Recs

I want to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've started a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Undercover chapter 2 @deanwanddamons

Authors Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Sweet Rides @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Dean takes his new girl on an autumnal date with fairgrounds and pumpkins and haunted houses and a Ferris Wheel. It’s super fluffy and warm.

Five Minutes In Heaven @impala-dreamer

Leave A Message @jensengirl83

Sam Winchester

Bound Part 1 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Unchained Part 2 of Bound @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

What You Need Part 3 @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Y/N had always been in love with Sam, from the very first moment they met. However, as fate would have it they were destined to be friends; best friends. Loving him from a distance had eventually meant her pain at her unrequited love had forced her to back away from the friendship. But then he called and told her he needed her. What was she supposed to do but help a friend in need?

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Hero Worship @rizlowwritessortof

Authors Summary: From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become  your life.

Dark Angel

Alec Mcdowell

Kiss It Better: A Dark Angel Fic @crashdevlin

Authors Summary: Y/n Cale is Logan’s little sister, who rejected the wealth as soon as she was able to and headed into the real world. Logan keeps track of her to make sure she’s okay, but when he hasn’t heard from her in a few days, he enlists the help of his least favorite Transgenic to find her.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Heartlines @waynes-multiverse