#omega knows her older brothers are kind of disasters but she still looks up to them and seeks out their advice

[here-comes-the-moose]

Omega: Crosshair, I need some advice.

Crosshair, eating Nutella straight out of the jar: You’ve come to the right place.

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.36

Series Masterlist

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

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Smut. Shower sex. Dirty talk. 

Bamby

You’d joined Sam in the library after he and Dean left Mordachai’s house. He told you about the supposed ghost hunters they’d come across in the house, and how he had a feeling they were either gonna get themselves hurt or get in the way.

While he’d been looking into the house’s history, you’d been helping ease the tension in his shoulders with a shoulder rub and neck kisses. You were honestly surprised he hadn’t dragged you to one of the quieter parts of the library to have his way with you. His Alpha had started stinking up the place.

Now, though, the two of you were leaving the library to catch up with Dean who had done his own research at the police station.

“Hey.” Sam nodded to his brother, with one hand holding his father’s journal while the other held your hand.

“Hey.” Dean nodded back as you fell in step with him. “What you got?”

“Well I couldn't find a Mordechai but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s,” Sam started, handing the research over to Dean. “He did have children but only two of them, both boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone. What about you?”

The three of you were headed towards Baby, Sam’s hand still in yours as Dean fished out the keys as you all neared the car.

Dean shrugged as he answered Sam, “Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed.” Coming to a stop by the car, Dean stood on the other side as he looked to his brother. “Dude, come on, we did our digging, man, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those hellHound boys made up the whole thing.”

“Yeah all right.” Sam nodded, looking a little defeated.

“I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals,” Dean suggested as he opened the car door before getting in.

You reached for your own handle, but Sam’s hand in yours pulled you back. Frowning, you looked up at him questioningly but before anything could be said Dean turned the car on.

Spanish music blared from inside the car, causing the older Winchester to yell out in shock.

“Whoa! What the…” Dean glared as he turned the music down and listened to Sam laughing hard. “That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league.”

Shrugging, Sam then turned back to you. “You’re welcome.” He grinned before leaning in to kiss you quickly. He then stepped back and opened your door for you.

Blushing, you slid into the car, not willing to admit that you were thankful Sam saved you from the prank… because that would sound too much like taking sides.

…

Sam and Dean came back to the car where you’d been waiting for them. They’d gone back to check out Mordachai’s house, after hearing something had happened last night.

“Any news?” you asked, calling out as you leant out the window.

Sam glanced around as he neared you before answering, “A girl hung herself in the house last night.”

You frowned. “This isn’t the kind of place someone goes to kill themselves… not after the story that’s come out.”

He nodded, agreeing with you. “She was a straight A student. She had her whole life ahead of her,” he noted.

Dean sighed, shrugging. “Look, Sammy and me think we missed something, so we’re coming back tonight. We think it might be best-”

You looked between the two of them, jaw almost falling open in shock. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“He’s only going after women,” Sam noted.

Glaring up at him, you watched him carefully. “Is this a woman thing, or an Omega thing?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

Looking between the two of them, you shrugged. “Are you telling me to stay back because I’m a woman and that’s whats being hunted, or because I’m an Omega? If I was a Beta would you let me join, vagina and all?”

Dean chocked at your choice of words, but Sam stayed focus. “Can’t it be both?”

Your eyes turned more pleading rather than accusing. “Sam…”

“We’re trying to keep you safe. You can’t blame us for that,” he started, leaning over the car so he took up your whole view. “We can’t be sure we’ll do the job right if we know all that will be hunted is you. Our focus will be split and that could put any one of us in danger.”

Chewing your lip thoughtfully, you realised that would mean the boys would also be in danger. “Can I at least wait in the car again?”

He shook his head. “We’re gonna take you back to the motel room.”

There was no room for debate. The brothers had talked it over and made their minds up, and clearly Sam wasn’t going to let you out of this. You knew it wasn’t anything against you, they just wanted what was best.

With a sigh and a nod of your head, the brothers then moved to get in the car themselves. You found yourself staring out the window as they drove off, hoping this wasn’t going to lead to them falling into old habits. You’d really grown to like joining them on hunts.

…

Sam was sitting at the table in the motel room, while Dean was on his bed. You were straddling him, cleaning the cut he’d gotten early that night when they’d gone to Mordachai’s house without you. You were worried about them the whole time, and to see Dean come back hurt had you fretting. It was only small, but it was bleeding and that was enough to have you taking care of it carefully and thoughtfully.

He had one hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles on your bare skin, while his other hand held his notepad in front of him. He’d drawn a symbol on it and was trying to figure out where he knew it from.

Meanwhile, Sam was on his computer, doing research on the ghost hunter guys. Apparently they’d almost become a problem tonight.

“What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me,” Dean sighed. “This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks.”

“It does,” Sam noted.

“All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?”

“Ha ha ha.” You rolled your eyes. Dean just grinned up at you.

“Hilarious.” Sam shook his head from the other side of the room. “The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?”

“Yeah.”

“What's up with that? And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?”

“But this mook keeps changing,” Dean noted.

You paused your cleaning, a frown furrowing your brows. This all sounded familiar…

Sam nodded. “Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes ... wait a minute.”

Dean perked up at that. “What?”

“Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this.” Sam began to read from the website, “'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity;. Where the hell is this going?”

Dean’s thumb, which had been drawing circles on your thigh, paused as his eyes lit up. “I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started.”

…

Dean took the lead as the three of you walked into the record shop again. “Hey Craig? Remember us?”

This time, when you looked over at the Beta, there was no bravado. He didn’t look smug or proud of himself. The publicity he’d gotten from his story no longer felt as sweet as he’d once imagined it would be. The guy looked almost defeated.

At the sight of you and the brothers, Craig shook his head. “Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions ok?”

“Oh don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all, Dean assured him as he lead you and Sam over to some records. “ You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realised that it doesn't mean anything.” He pulled out a particular record then. “It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult.”

Looking at the cover of the record, you recognised the symbol Dean had been obsessing over for hours. There it was, sitting right in front of you. There was nothing occult about it.

“Tell me Craig,” Dean continued, “you, uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? Now why 'n't you tell us about that house ... without lying through your ass this time.”

Sighing, the last of Craig’s facade broke. “All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. Ah, I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock used to live there so we ...we made up some story to go along with that.

“So they told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean I, I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up. I swear!”

But if none of it was real… what killed that girl and attacked the guys?

…

You were leaning over the table, looking at the symbols on Sam’s phone. He’d taken photos when they’d first visited the house. Seeing as you hadn’t been able to go inside, you hadn’t had the chance to see what they’d seen. You had no idea about the symbol Dean had been fussing about, but it gave you an idea.

There was something in the case that felt familiar. It was like you could hear Bobby calling you an idjit for not figuring it out yet. So you were looking through Sam’s photos, hoping one of them might spark something in your head.

“Hey.” Sam came over to stand beside you to see what you were doing. “Seen Dean?”

You shook your head without looking up at him. “Uh… no. I think he went out.” You briefly remember hearing the Impala drive off while you were fixated on the photos.

“You okay?” Sam asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

“It’s just this case,” you started. “There’s something here. I can feel it. Like I know what we’re dealing with I just can’t put my finger on it. If these pictures could just-”

Carefully, he reached over and took the phone out of your hand before closing it. “How about we take your mind off it? Maybe taking a break will help,” he suggested.

Sighing, you closed your eyes as you leaned back against him. With your eyes closed you could feel a burn behind your eyelids, which made you realise just how focused you were on the photos. Your brain and eyes were tired.

“Come on.” Sam leaned over to press a kiss on your shoulder before his hands found your waist as he began to lead you.

You didn’t open your eyes, trusting him as he walked you through the motel room. When your bare feet touched cold floor, you knew he’d brought you to the bathroom. It was then that you opened your eyes finally.

Sam let you go and moved to close the door before he then reached for his shirt. You watched as he pulled it over his head, leaving his chest bare. Your tired eyes drank in the taste of him, never tiring of the view that was Sam Winchester.

With gentle hands, he began to pluck at your clothes, undressing you carefully as if realising you were so tired your brain had put you under an almost spell as you ogled his chest. Then he was reaching for the shower and turning the water on.

Hand still stretched out, he waited for the water to warm up and then he turned back to you. Cupping the side of your face, he leaned in to kiss you tenderly, causing you to melt against him. With a content sigh, you leaned into the touch, your hands coming up to splay across his chest.

Reaching down, Sam’s hand found yours as he pulled away. Without a word, he led you over to the shower, waiting for you to step under the warm spray. Your eyes closed once more as your muscles and all the tension in your body began to melt away and fall down the drain.

Noise had you opening your eyes once more as you watched Sam take the rest of his own clothes off before he stepped into the shower to join you.

Smiling up at him, you reached up onto your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled back, against you, enjoying the sweet moment as the two of you just enjoyed a few innocent kisses shared between you.

Hands sat on your waist before Sam turned you around so your back was to him. He then reached for the soap. You didn’t have a chance to guess what came next before he was lathering the soap on your back.

His hands worked out the tension in your shoulders and back as he rubbed at your muscles. It felt so good you found your eyes closing as you leaned against him. Fingers began to wander then, as he moved from your back, to your shoulders, to your front.

When he first grazed your nipple you gasped. You clenched around nothing as your mouth remained open as another gasp quickly followed the first when his hands stroked over your nipple again.

Leaning down, he pressed kisses to your neck, shoulder and jaw as his hands continued to wander over your chest and back until your nipples were hard and your pussy was aching.

Sam hummed approvingly, sensing your arousal. You began to pant as you reached up and behind you, holding his head close to you as his own hands continued to wander.

One hand cupped your breast then, his fingers plucking and pulling at your nipple as the other hand splayed across your stomach. You nodded, desperate for him to continue his trails further south. A task he graciously fulfilled.

Fingers sliding down, Sam didn’t stop until he was toying with your soaked entrance. You moaned at the teasing digits as they stroked your opening, promising pleasure without giving it to you.

“I could get drunk on your scent,” Sam groaned, almost growling into your ear.

You whimpered, hips grinding as you desperately tried catching his fingers so you were no longer clenching around nothing. “Sam…”

“You’ve been so worked up, haven’t you?” He dragged his nose along the side of your face until he caught your earlobe between his teeth and tugged on it, before letting go. “So desperate.”

Nodding, you whined, unable to find words as you continued to squirm in his grasp.

“Haven’t been touched since you came on my fingers weeks ago. Since I had you screaming in that bathtub.” He pinched your nipple then, pulling a cry out of you as your pussy throbbed and ached desperately. “You could have left… gone with John… a good Omega would have.”

“Sam… please…”

“Are you a good Omega, Y/N? Are you John’s good Omega?” Suddenly his hand left your breast before you felt his strong grasp on your throat. He pulled your head back so he could hover his lips over yours as he asked, “Or are you mine?”

The scent of his Alpha, the feel of his hand on your throat, his fingers teasing you so deliciously as his lips grazed yours with every possessive word that fell out of your mouth.

“Please, please,” you begged. “Please, Sam. Fuck. Please.” You were desperate like never before squirm in his grasp, needing to feel him consume every part of you. “I’m yours.”

His lips curled back into a pleased snarl as he watched the desperation on your face grow feral. “Say it. Say the words.”

“I’m your Omega.”

The growl that came from Sam was pure animal as he snarled against your lips before letting your throat go. He pushed you forward, causing your hands to fly out and press against the cool tile wall as his grip found your waist and tugged you closer to him. Clutching at whatever you could grasp onto, you felt him lift you onto your toes as he lined himself up before he thrust.

You cried out as he went ball deep inside you, his cock throbbing just as desperate as your pussy had been clenching around nothing. With a hand on your hip, his other then found the back of your neck as he used it as leverage. You whined with need as he began a hard pace, taking his time with each thrust to feel you squeeze his cock every time he slid out of you.

Clawing at the wall, you tried to take some power back, tried to thrust back into him. But his grip had you stuck in place. There was nothing equal in this, he was playing you like a toy and all you could do was enjoy.

His cock thrust into you with a bruising force, his hip bones crashing into your ass. You were pushed forward with every thrust until your chest was pressed against the cold tiled wall. Your nipples ached at the coolness, only adding to your pleasure as he continued to torture you with such a slow pace.

Hand leaving the back on your neck, Sam drifted over your spin until he reached the globes of your ass. Then there was a sharp sting as the sound of him spanking you filled the room.

“Fuck!” You clenched around him, arching your back as you squeezed his cock inside you. Sam growled at your grip, his pace starting to finally pick up.

Bringing his hand down again, Sam spanked your other cheek as he continued to fuck you hard. Your nails tried to claw into the wall, but your grip simply slid over the tiles, giving you nothing to grasp.

When your ass was singing in beautiful pain, Sam finally relented as he then reached around to find your clit. He pressed his cest to your back as his fingers gently grazed over the bundle of nerves. The stark contrast of his action, having gone from feral to delicate, had your head spinning.

You came on his cock, crying out as your legs gave out underneath you. Sam’s grip saved you from collapsing in the shower as he held you to him. Your pussy clenched around his still thrusting cock as it milked him for his own release.

With a groan, Sam gave one last thrust, burying himself deep inside you as he came. You could feel strings of cum spill from him as he filled you to the brim. Moaning, you clenched around his over sensitive cock, causing it to spasm and spurt out more inside you as Sam twitched with too much pleasure.

Out of breath and spent, you smiled as Sam began to pepper kisses along your back. The two of you took a moment or so, recovering as your bodies sang in bliss.

When he was a little more himself, Sam carefully pulled himself out of you, hissing as he did. You couldn’t help but grin over your shoulder, knowing he was very sensitive right now. Catching that look in your eyes, he swatted your ass with a grin of your own. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned at the contact.

Sam was gentle with you after that, carefully continuing to wash the rest of your body as you remained a little too blissed out to be worth much good. You were purring inside, so satiated and buzzed.

“Wow.” You smiled lazily.

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to clean you.

Watching him clean you thoroughly, a thought occurred to you. “Hey Sam… could Mordechai be a Tulpa?”

His hands stopped their work as his eyes ragged up to meet yours. He was shocked, until his lips split into a wide smile. Leaning forward, he kissed you fiercely. “You’re brilliant.”

Smiling against him, you gave a light shrug. “I do my best.”

Chuckling, Sam then pulled back and continued washing you until he was done. Then you were stepping out before he turned to wash himself as you grabbed your towel to wrap it around yourself.

“Hey, I'm back.”

He didn’t even flinch at the sound of his brother returning before Sam called out in return. “Hey, where were you?”

“Oh, I went out,” Dean answered.

As Sam finished washing himself, he kept talking to his brother, “So I think Y/N might have a theory about what's going on.”

Reaching around, he shut the water off and stepped out. You passed him his own towel, your eyes watching the water drip down his body. Suddenly you were ready for round two.

“Oh yeah?” Dean called back.

“What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?” Sam explained.

“Tulpa?”

Opening the bathroom door, Sam stepped out into the main space of the motel room, followed by you. “Yeah, a Tibetan thought form,” he noted to his brother.

Dean looked a little off, but was quick to shrug and play it cool. “Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is,” he insisted. “Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat.” Stepping over to you, he leaned in to give you a kiss.

You leaned into him, kissing him back, expecting it to be quick but he paused. You could hear him sniff the air before he groaned lowly. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours hard.

“Come shower with me,” he pleaded, his fingers plucking at your towel, wanting to undo it so he could get his hands on your bare skin.

Laughing, you pushed at his chest playfully as you shook your head. “I just showered. Besides… I’m hungry.” You pouted up at him.

His eyes watched your lips fall into the pout and he groaned. “Can never say no to you.” Leaning in to kiss you once more, he then pulled back. “I’ll be quick. Make sure you’re ready to head out. Gonna feed my girl.”

Bamby

[phoenixyfriend]

The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

[whumpbby]

What if for Omega Gotham University AU Dick’s never met Jason face-to-face and is rejecting solely based on the fact that he’s flattered by the idea but he’s happily in a relationship. Is this a capes universe? Anyway maybe down the line he and Kori break up and when Jason’s over for dinner with Dami he finally meets the omega for the first time in person! Dami’s like you had your chance Richard! So begins the secret war for Jason’s hand. Jason just wants to graduate top of his class.

Now I'm thinking about what if in the University AU Jay starts to hang around the manor more and more since Damian is very adamant they start building up their bond NOW to make it stronger in the future and then, someday, Dixk and Koro break it off shortly before the wedding and Dick is heartbroken and starts spending more time at the manor again as well to take comfort from his pack and in the beginninf, he really isn't interested in Jay. (1/?)

His girlfriend just dumoed him and he is hesrtbroken. But as time passes (months? Years?), he starts seeing the world and other possibilities with open eyes again and suddenly he can see all the appeal Damian made sure to tell him off when he first introduced Jay. Damian, fully into puberty by now, is everything but thrilled, and Dick has the greates conflict bc on one hand that's his baby brother and hw's in love, not to mention all the social norms he would break by persuing Jay now (2/?)

that Dami's picked him, but Jay's just to cute and Dami was right,he would be a perfect mate. Dami more than agrees with that and gets a little territorial with Jay to 'strengthen his claim'. All the while Jay is just over there like.... what? (3/3)

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I don’t know if you’re the same Anon, anon, but I put these two together, because  this speaks to me. 

BUT

What IF – listen to me, what if the situation gets kind of ridiculous, because we’ll start with Jason at 17 and  Damian at 12, and Dick is 19-20, and he DOES marry Kori, and they’re happy, but… well, Kori isn’t an omega, she’s an alien and she loves Dick, but she knows there’s something he’s missing – that his pack is missing, so she starts to nudge him towards maybe listening to his baby brother and that omega he’s talking about – that would unify the family if they had an omega, yes? She’s not opposed to expanding her little family unit either;]

So Dick starts to pay attention and, damn, by the time Jay is 19 he grew and filled out, and he has this incredible nerdish charm, but he’s also training boxing in the meanwhile (therapist advised him to pick up sport and he picked up defensive one;]) so he’s also a bit stacked and growing taller with every month and Dick – who has a wife almost 6 inches taller than him – is already interested>>

Pity that Damian is so defensive all of a sudden, claiming the omega for himself only and Dick is like, Damin, he hasn’t agreed to anything yet, this is not middle ages you can’t claim someone who isn’t willing. But Damian is like, no, he will be mine, I just have to keep him available until I’m of age and able to properly court him! And he was doing well at it in the last couple years – at the Academy it’s known that if an alpha makes a move towards Todd, he will have a Wayne heir on their back so everyone stays away – and Jason, who never had a good track record with alphas or people in general, is kinda grateful for the overprotective (or so he thinks) baby alpha hanging around, because people leave him alone…

And in time Jason gets used to the kid and the fact that sometimes his butler/chauffeur will drive them somewhere to have ice cream, and while they’re at it help Jay with his English homework a bit (Alfred, as it happens, tends to agree with Damian, the pack would surely gain with such an omega and the boy deserves a better life than he’s got so far, so he’s willing to play into Damian’s little scheme) and every once in a while he’ll be invited to the Manor for Holidays

“It’s in poor taste to leave a friend of Master Damian to spend the Christmas alone, young sir. I will hear no excuses, there’s a place at the table set for you.”

Jason assume sit’s because Damian has so few friends that the family tries to keep the ones he does have happy – and he’s not entirely wrong;] – so he comes over and Alfred takes care of him. Bruce is also there, inviting and very smooth, and Jason is impressed and so, so does not believe that this is his life now. Then he meets the ever elusive Dick Grayson and is like, wow:O

So, while Dami and Dick hash it out between them for the right to have an omega, disaster strikes and the Drakes are killed and Bruce decides to take their son into his pack – the rich of Gotham will tear the kid apart – and it’s all noble and shit, but… Tim is an omega. And that changes things. Damian is like, oh no, how am I supposed to deal with two omegas in my pack?? Because he’s convinced that he’ll be the head after Bruce and will gear nothing else;]

And Timmy causes the pack dynamic to change around him – and Jason, who started to slowly cotton on to the fact that the Waynes may be trying to court him (only took him 3 years=_=) is struck with the thought that oh, now they won’t need him anymore. Thing about omegas entering new packs is that they undergo a settling period where they hash out the prime position in subtle ways – and Jason was on the way to settling into that position slowly, but Tim has now more claim as a legit adoptee, so they both feel unsure and wrong-footed, and the alphas around them are not helping (alphas don’t understand that process) and Jason decides – as the older one – to step away and lick his wounds alone, like he usually does, because Jason Todd can’t have nice things.

Except Tim won’t have that, because Tim is a baby (17) and doesn’t know what to do as an omega with a pack that acknowledges him Waynes are intimidating and scary and he wants to be good, but he was raised traditionally, where the omega has to be seen, but not heard, and he just… he doesn’t know… he just lost his patents, he can’t be an omega of a pack, he needs help, he always looked at Jason and admired him and he never wanted to unseat himTAT

Alfred sets out to fix this, but, surprisingly, it’s Bruce that goes to Jason and takes him out to a nice dinner and hashes out the situation – the truth of Damian’s odd behavior, he way their pack would very much like Jason to join them, because they’re all a little bit broken and Jason is an omega that just fits, and that, if Damian and Dick are a bit too much, then Bruce is perfectly willing to Mark Jay and make him a part of the pack. Not because they expect him to birth them pups until Tim comes of age, but because they like him.

And Jason is like, oh. He never, he never even considered having pups, he never though he’d have the security to have his own kids, never trusted into alphas giving him a choice in the matter, so he stayed away from them, but now it’s… well, it’s a nice thought, isn’t it? An idea of pups that will be cared for by a pack even when he decides to go back to school or work, that will be provided for and loved… that never even occurred to him. Even if he was the second of the pack, because Tim has better breeding, that would be more than he’d ever have otherwise…it’s tempting. He doesn’t know if he’d have kids, but the option being available is a novelty… And no one in the Wayne pack is hard on the eyes, to be honest…

…and in his deepest fantasies, in his heart of hearts, he used to dream of this, of being rescued from his crappy life by a handsome, wealthy alpha, of becoming someone’s mate – and life cured him from believing these fantasies, he set out to save himself and managed to do it, but… it’s still there, in the back of his head the little voice is weeping with joy, because this is one stupid wish he had as a kid coming true if he lets it.

And Bruce wasn’t raised in a barn, he’s aware this is a monumental decision, so he leaves Jason to think it through and makes it clear that when Jay makes his decision they will start the courting process – a proper one this time, to give him time to get used to the idea and change his mind if necessary. They won’t jump into it, he will have to accept everyone in the pack – and there’s more kids Bruce has that Jason met so far – and he doesn’t want to tear Jay away from studies, either, since it’s so important to him. Bruce is being perfectly transparent about it, like, I am perfectly ready to get the professors to home school you for the rest of the degree so we can focus on courting, but I know it’s important for you to make it through and show them that an omega can handle university just as well, and I respect that, courting will have to take a backseat. Even though every instinct in his head argues that if they don’t secure that sterling omega now they may lose him:O

He starts to understand Damian a bit>>

headcanon,

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Recruit (Chapter 31) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 106, Part III”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Irene Kennedy & Reader/OFC

Author’s Notes: This is obviously the end of my trailer chapters. I hope you all enjoyed how I decided to tell this part of the story. I know it was not in tandem with how American Assassin actually goes, but I loved writing it and I hope you loved reading it. Thanks so much :) 

Summary: Mitch pursues the nuclear bomb headed for Rome's international airport and the U.S. Naval fleet, in an effort to stave off absolute disaster.

Chapter Thirty - Chapter Thirty-One - Chapter Thirty-Two

"Y/n.... Y/F/N!"

The ringing in your ears subsided when you heard Mitch screaming your name. You felt like you were being pulled back into your body in that moment; as if for the previous few moments, you had been floating above yourself, simply watching the whole scene take place like an uninvolved bystander. You stared at the blood running into the crevices between the stones on the ground and then at the lifeless body that it was pouring out of.

"Y/n/n. Look at me." Mitch said in a calmer tone and you brought your gaze up to him.

"Fuck." You said quietly as you sprang to action, grabbing your knife off from the floor by Mitch's feet where you had dropped it earlier, and cutting at the zip-ties around Mitch's arms and legs again.

"Y/n, he still has the nukes in play. He sent one of his men off to the marina with it right before you got here." Mitch said as he stood from the chair and rubbed his wrists, hoping to get some blood flow back into his hands.

"Okay, let me just get St-" You stopped when you felt your gun being pulled from the back of your jeans. You turned and saw Mitch sprinting out the door. "Son of a bitch." You realized that you should've predicted that he would run off without backup. You turned back to your task at hand.

"Y/n/n, you ha-"

"If you think for a second that this is the time and place for this conversation, you are batshit fucking insane." You sneered at Stan, cutting him off from continuing. Stan fell silent. You quickly cut through his restraints and Stan slightly slumped over in his chair. Ghost had really done a number on him. Blood slowly dripped from the places where his fingernails once rested on his skin, and he had large gashes all over his body.

You turned around and looked down at Ghost's lifeless body, collecting blood in a pool around him on the ground. You couldn't tear your eyes away. You forgot for a moment what was going on around you. 

He looked like your father, and part of you wanted to believe that it was all a matter of persuasion that you thought this, but you were held back from that denial when you saw something glimmer on Ghost's wrist. You crouched down next to his body, avoiding stepping in his draining vital fluid, and unclasped the metal from around his wrist. You held a rose gold 1958 Omega wrist watch in your hand, and suddenly, you were choking back tears and vomit. This made it official, you had killed your own brother.

"Y/n...." Stan's voice sent shivers down your spine. "You have to dig in now. Call Irene, get backup down down here, and then go after Mitch. Help him." Stan winced up at you through a broken left eye socket.

You nodded and wiped the back of your hand across your nose, shoving the snot back into your nasal cavity. You reached down towards Stan and latched the watch onto his wrist, securing it’s safe keeping for now. You turned and began running out after Mitch.

Mitch was pursuing the long white speedboat that Ghost's most trusted associate was on with the nuclear bomb. Ghost's associate was racing on a suicide mission towards Rome's major international airport, close to where the larger part of the United States' Mediterranean based naval fleet was docked. Mitch had to stop the attack. He was certain that he wouldn't make it back alive which is why he decided to take off without you.

Mitch found a fisherman untying his lines from the cleats on the dock and he flashed the older man his gun. He boarded the vessel and tried to remember the Italian that you had taught him on the plane. He leaned over and untied the last cleat for the man, then pushed the boat away from the dock. The older man did not yell or fight or flee, he simply watched Mitch out of fear, standing next to the controls.

Mitch rubbed his face, trying to remember. "Inizio." He said with a crappy Italian accent, hoping that that was the correct word for 'start'. He turned his fingers to mimic turning a key in an ignition. The man understood and started the boat. "Uh... Seguitelo per favore." Mitch pointed towards Ghost's associate, who's boat was getting small in the distance. The man nodded and began following the other boat. "Rapido." Mitch requested, and the man nodded again and pushed the throttle down further, causing the boat to accelerate. Mitch lowered his weapon and walked up next to the man. "Grazie." Mitch thanked him for his help as he came up behind the boat. Mitch tried to remember the words for 'left' and 'right'. Directions were always the first things that you tried to learn when tackling a new language, and it was a habit that Mitch was learning to embrace. "Shit... what was it.... A sinistra?" The man chuckled, nodded, and began pulling up to the left side of the other boat. "Andare a casa." Mitch yelled to the kind man as he pulled up along side the boat, hoping that he understood Mitch's request to get out of harm's way. He nodded graciously at the man, then leapt, once again, onto the back of Ghost's speedboat.

Ghost's henchman was not as talented as Ghost, however, and not nearly as quick. As soon as Mitch landed onto the white padding, he rolled off, hopped onto his feet, got behind the henchman, and snapped his neck. There was no fight, there was no commotion, the man simply withered onto the floor by Mitch's feet. Mitch kicked him off to the side and climbed down the steps into the cabin. He spotted the bomb and carefully approached it. A timer was ticking away. Thirteen minutes.

You did as you were directed by Stan, and called Irene on an unsecure line.

"Ma'am, I have Stan. I killed Ghost, but Mitch went after the... thing..."

"Y/n, you have to help Mitch." Irene sounded more frantic than you had ever heard her. "Get the Air Force on the line!" She yelled at someone in the background. "Stay where you are, we are pinging your phone and getting your air support from our boys."

"Yes, Ma'am." You stayed on the line until you heard the sounds of chopper blades slicing through the air.

"Y/n, you can't come out here. It's not safe. Just stay out of the blast radius and know that I lo-"

"Shut the fuck up, Mitch. Don't you dare. I am coming to get you. Just keep getting to open water, I'm coming for you." You cut him off.

Mitch lowered the marine radio from his face and directed the boat further into the empty sea. He knew that he wasn't far enough away though. He contemplated pushing the throttle down to its highest limit, but he knew that the helicopter would never be able to catch up to him if he did. 

He weighed his options and decided that saving you and millions of innocent people was more important than being saved himself. He pushed gently against the throttle, accelerating the speed of the boat gradually, readying himself to defy your orders. He glanced behind him one last time, and in the distance saw an approaching Chinook helicopter. He pulled back on the throttle slightly and allowed the helo to catch up.

Mitch heard the metal blades of the Chinook slicing through the gray and cloudy sky to reach him. Once it had gotten in a close proximity, he pushed the throttle all the way forward and left it, the boat was now careening towards the middle of the sea, towards more empty water and away from the Mediterranean fleet. The Chinook military helicopter managed to keep up with the powerful engine of the speedboat, and Mitch glanced at the timer on the bomb: three minutes and counting. He reached up as a metal tether with a steel carabiner clip at the end descended towards Mitch from the helicopter above.

Mitch wrapped the metal line around his chest, securing it with knots that he knew would hold and clipping the carabiner around it for extra security. He began to ascend from the boat, which slipped away from under his feet and continued on its journey to open waters, and up towards the now hovering helicopter. Mitch reached his hand out to the man in an olive green U.S. Air Force uniform and was hoisted on board the vehicle by an extra set of hands. He looked up and saw you straining to pull him back into the safety of the fuselage of the Chinook by the waist of his jeans. He crawled and scrambled to get further into the safety of your arms. You held him for a fleeting moment, and then looked up at the pilot. You swirled your pointer finger in the air in a circular motion and spoke into the microphone on your headset. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

"Copy that, Ma'am." The pilot turned back around and the Chinook took off in the opposite direction of the speedboat. Mitch pulled the knots apart and untied the metal tether from around his body and hugged at you, who held him impossibly close against you.

"Ma'am.. Sir... We have to get you strapped into seats." The Air Force officer who pulled Mitch into the helo told the two of you.

You nodded and watched as Mitch settled into a seat and got strapped in. You buckled yourself back into the jumpseat you were in previously, across from Mitch, and you examined all of the cuts and bruises on his face and how torn up his shirt and arms were. Drying blood dripped from his nose and his right hand was stained red, and you felt every fiber of your being screaming out to touch him. Mitch made eye contact with you. He flashed three fingers up against his chest and then pointed down with his thumb. You focused, nodded, and adjusted your microphone back in front of your face.

"We got less than two minutes boys, why don't we haul ass outta here." You asked rhetorically.

"Copy that, Ma'am." The pilot responded.

"I'm okay." Mitch mouthed to you. You pursed your lips together and nodded. "Are you okay?" He asked silently. You shook your head.

A few moments later, a deafening noise filled the air, and yours and Mitch’s heads snapped around to see that out of the window, to your righht, the direction from where the boat had traveled, a massive and watery mushroom cloud shot up into the blue and cloudy sky. You had never seen anything like it. 

The waves grew massive and strong. Entire aircraft carriers and naval destroyers were being tipped over, like leaves in a pond on a blustery day. It was a sight to behold, but you suddenly weren't sure if you would see anything ever again, as the shockwave finally hit the helicopter and it began careening to the water below. The pilots tried correcting but the impact was too harsh and they were still too close. You were all going down. Mitch braced himself and waited for the collision.

Mitch's eyes opened and he saw the fuselage rapidly being engulfed, as it sunk into the warm waters of the Mediterranean Sea. He heard the engine dying down from the propellors above the helicopter and he understood how they would have to make it back to the surface. Mitch looked at you, who had a stream of blood dripping from your hairline and your body was limp, moving with the motions of the water surrounding you. Mitch frantically detached the seatbelt from across his chest and he swam over to you. Your seatbelt was stuck. He reached into your boot and grabbed your knife, quickly cutting through the woven fabric of the harness. Your body began to float to the top of the fuselage, and Mitch turned to check on the pilots. One was conscious and trying to help get his knocked out partner out of his seat. He waved for Mitch to go. The helicopter was completely submerged and the blades had ceased their rotations. Mitch wrapped his fingers around your wrist and began swimming up to the surface, fighting against the suction effect taking place because of the sinking Chinook.

He gasped for air as he made it above the water. Your head slumped over and Mitch pulled you back against his chest. He listened for signs of breathing but heard none. Frantically, he began pressing his hands against your chest in a strange mixture of the Heimlich maneuver and CPR. "For fuck's sake, Y/n, breathe!" He shouted. Your head shot forward and you coughed up a fair amount of water. "Y/n/n?... Y/n/n?!" Your body remained slumped forward and Mitch pressed his ear to your back; you were finally breathing but you were still unconscious. Mitch had only managed to wake your respiratory system up.

He held you up against him again, your head slinking backwards against his shoulder. He pushed you up above the water, sinking below it himself, every time a wave would crash down on the two of you. Mitch had to make a decision: stay by the wreckage of the downed helo or swim to shore with you wrapped around his back. He decided it would be safer if he stayed put. Mitch and the two helicopter pilots tread water for two hours, until finally the motor from the Italian Coast Guard boat perked up all of their ears. All four were pulled from the rough waters and brought back to shore.

"So it was the only one that went off?" You asked, sitting up in the hospital bed, staring at Irene and Stan, who was propped up on a set of crutches next to your bed. Mitch stood in the corner of the room, his back pressed against the wall, one knee bent, pressing his foot against the wall to stabilize himself, and his arms folded across his chest, watching as Irene updated you on what happened after the nuke went off and your helicopter went down.

"Because of what you and Mitch did, no civilians were harmed and all of the other bombs were recovered before they could be set off in any other city.... The world owes the two of you a massive debt, Y/n." Irene said graciously.

You shook your head. "We were just doing our jobs, Ma'am."  

"Well, you certainly did them well. Rest up, Agent. We'll see you stateside in a few days." Irene put her hand on Hurley's shoulder and directed him out of the room.

Stan paused to glance back at you. Mitch had made his way from the corner of the hospital room over to your bed. He watched the two of you for a few moments while you shared a hushed conversation. Suddenly, you wrapped your hands around Mitch's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Stan was stunned as he watched Mitch climb into your hospital bed with you and adjust you so that he could hold you against him. He watched as you curled your blanket covered body against Mitch’s and Mitch held your head against the crook of his neck, gently stroking your hair and leaving light kisses on the top of your head. Stan whipped his head around to look at Irene who smiled and shook her head.

"Did you know about this shit?" Stan asked loudly, and Irene pulled him away from the open door.

"No, but I can’t say I’m surprised."

"You have to cut that shit off at the legs, Irene. They aren't allowed to do that."

"Why? Because she's your niece?" Irene asked with a chuckle.

"Because they're both agents!"

"They aren't, Stan. Only Y/n is, or will be when we get back to Langley. Mitch is Orion, he's not part of the CIA... you know that, and frankly, those two are currently our country's most valuable assets, and we need them, so I am not going to piss them off by telling them that they can't be together." Irene brushed Stan off with the truth. "Come on, Stan. Leave them be."

Stan begrudgingly followed after Irene.

Thirty <- -> Thirty-Two

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[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.10

Series Masterlist

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

A/N: Thanks for checking the chapter out, @sculptorofbeginnings :)

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO Dynamics. Angst. Smut. Fingering. Dirty talk. Dry humping. Awkward encounter.

Bamby

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean watched Sam as his brother continued to ignore him in the passenger seat. “Sam wears women’s underwear.”

You chuckled from the back seat, looking to Sam as his eyes stayed focused on his PalmPilot.

“I’ve been listenin’,” Sam assured him, “I’m just busy.”

“Busy doin’ what?” Dean asked as he started getting out of the car.

“Reading emails.”

Following Dean, you slid out of the car and joined him as he started filling her up with Gas. Sam remained where he was, barely moving a muscle as he clicked through his messages.

Setting the nozzle into the car, Dean then reached out and turned you around. He pressed his chest to your back, and rested his chin on your shoulder as he looked down at his brother in the car. “Emails from who?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Again, Sam barely moved as he answered, “From my friends at Stanford.”

“You’re kidding.” Dean was genuinely surprised. “You still keep in touch with your college buddies?”

“Why not?”

“Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?”

“Who you’re with?” you added, giving Sam a pointed look.

Finailly, he tore his eyes away from the screen and looked up at the two of you. “I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother and little sister. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.”

Dean’s grip on you tightened the second the word fell from Sam’s lips. He knew you hated being referred to as his sister, he knew it hurt you. If it wasn’t for his grip, you would have walked off. Instead, all you could do was glare at the ground as the brothers continued their conversation.

“Oh, so you lie to ‘em.”

“No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything,” Sam argued, as if that was a huge difference.

You scoffed at the same time Dean said, “Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” Sam asked, causing Dean to shrug against you. “You’re serious?”

“Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period,” Dean noted.

Sam shook his head at him. “You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?

Dean just grinned, pulling you closer again. “I’m plenty social.”

Rolling his eyes, Sam got back to his emails.

You turned your head a little a leaned into Dean, breathing in his scent. It calmed you, the familiarity and certainty of it. It was one of your favourite smells in the entire world.

Letting out a content hum, you tugged on his arms so they’d hold you a little tighter. Grinning at your antics, Deannipped at your shoulder.

Giggling, you turned in his arms, which just prompted him to dive in towards your neck. He made playful snarling noises as he nipped and licked at your pulse point, backing your up against the car- not caring that your ass was right by Sam’s window.

“God…”

“Get over it, Sammy. It’s human nature,” Dean mumbled against your neck.

“No, not you,” Sam told him, concern in his voice which prompted you to push Dean away. “An this email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine-”

“Is she hot?” Dean asked, earning an elbow in the ribs from you. He groaned and stepped away, rubbing at his side. “Seriously?”

You just glared and turned back to Sam as he went on.

“I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.”

Still rubbing at his side, Dean stepped up to Sam’s window. “Dude, what kind of people are you hangin’ out with?”

“No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer,” Sam insisted.

“Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you,” Dean countered. When you turned to glare at him again, he raised his hands up in defence and took a step back. “Or not. Or not.”

“They’re in St. Louis.” Sam suddenly looked up at his brother. “We’re goin’.”

Dean chuckled. “Look, sorry ‘bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.”

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.”

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.”

Shoving at Dean’s shoulder, you put yourself between the brothers and fixed the oldest one with another glare. “We’re going.”

Dean looked from you, to Sam, and then back as he sighed. “Fine.”

You walked next to Dean, the two of you behind Sam as he stepped up to the door of the house in front of you. The reason you and the older brother were a couple of steps behind was so you had a few extra seconds to lay down some rules.

“Sam has told all his friends I’m his sister,” you reminded Dean. “So no touching. No flirting. Just… treat me like a sister.”

His lips pulled up into a grin. “I don’t know, Y/N, in some places the way I treat you now is how people treat their sister’s.” When you just sighed and rolled your eyes, his grin faltered. “Okay, no touching, no flirting, no messing around. I get it.” He glanced over at you quickly. “You gonna be okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Playing house. Pretending it doesn’t kill you when Sam calls you his sister. And knowing I’m gonna flirt with his friend if she’s hot.”

You stop dead in your tracks and look down at the ground. His words run through your mind as you weigh the situation. You know it’s going to suck, but you also know you have to be here. This was Sam’s friend, you understood the severity of it, which is why you weren’t going to take no for an answer when it came to this case.

Whether it was your kind of thing or not, monster or human, Sam had to be here. You’d do anything for him… even if he did break your heart on a regular basis.

Dean came to stop in front of you, looking down at you with concern. “Y/N, if you can’t do this-”

“I’ll deal, Dean. I always deal.” Shoving past him, you continued on, catching up to Sam just as he finished knocking on the front door.

A moment later the door opened, revealing a woman around the same age as Sam. She was gorgeous, all blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body models and dancers would envy.

Dean’s gonna love her… you mentally sigh. At least she’s a Beta.

“Oh my God.” The woman’s face lit up. “Sam!”

Sam chuckled lightly, smiling down at the woman. “Well, if it isn’t little Becky.”

“You know what you can do with that little Becky crap.” Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

As she pulled back, Sam continued to smile down at her- while you did everything to quash the stab of jealousy in your chest. “I got your email.”

“I didn’t think that you would come here,” Rebecca admitted.

Dean, of course, stepped forward then and offered her his hand. “Dean. Older brother.”

Rebecca turned her smile to him and took his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He gave her that grin that you wished was just for you. Letting her hand go, he nodded in your direction. “This is our little sister, Y/N.”

You just offered a small wave and tight smile. “Hey.”

She was a little taken aback by the way you barely moved but smiled at you nonetheless. “Hi.”

“We’re here to help. Whatever we can do,” Sam explained.

Nodding, Rebecca took a step to the side, “Come in.”

Following Rebecca into the house, you stepped ahead of Dean so he could close the door before you continued through the place. Taking it all in, you were amazed at the grandeur of the place. It was like a suburban mansion.

Thinking the same thing as you, Dean gave an impressed whistle. “Nice place.”

“It’s my parents’,” Rebecca explained as she led you further into the house. “I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zack’s free.”

“Where are your folks?” Sam asked as he walked beside her.

“They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial.” Entering the kitchen, Rebecca moved to the inside of the island bench and reached for the fridge, whish the rest of you stood on the opposite side. “Do you guys want a beer or something?”

Dean smiled widely. “Hey-”

“No, thanks,” Sam cut him off. “So, tell us what happened.”

Shrugging, Rebecca leaned against the bench as she started, “Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” Her voice started to shake as she fought not to cry. “So, he called 911, and the police, they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police, they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”

“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house,” Sam suggested.

“We could.” Dean nodded, agreeing with his brother… partially. You could hear the slight tone of question in his voice. He still didn’t see any point in being there.

“Why?” Rebecca looked between the two of them. “I mean, what could you do?”

“Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop,” Sam was quick to lie.

Dean laughed… until Sam cut him a glare. Clearing his throat, Dean turned serious. “Detective, actually.”

Rebecca eyed him. “Really?” Dean nodded, prompting her to press for more, “Where?”

“Bisbee, Arizona,” he answered. “But I’m off-duty now.”

“You guys, it’s so nice to offer, but I just,” Rebecca shook her head, “I don’t know.”

Determined to help his friend, Sam insisted, “Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.”

After a moment’s pause, she nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.”

You watched her as she walked away, while Dean stepped up to Sam to explain- again- that he didn’t think this was their kind of thing. You didn’t really listen though, as you focused on the hallway Rebecca disappeared down, before turning your attention to the rest of her house.

Her future was dependant on you guys, you realised. Her parents were gone and her brother was locked away. She was a Beta, which meant unless she found someone worth sticking with, she would have a string of boyfriends. Omega and Alpha friends would move on- like Sam- and people would ostracised her because of her brother.

If you didn’t figure out a way to help her, she was going to be alone for most of her life… and that thought killed you, because you knew what it was like to be surrounded by people but not truly belong.

As Sam and Dean stepped into Zack’s house, you stood at the front door with Rebecca. She was looking in, taking in the mess, and the blood, and the police tape. You could feel her worry, and fear, and anxieties.

Sensing the same thing as you, Sam turned to her. “Bec, you wanna wait outside?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I wanna help.” Ducking under the police tape across the doorway, she stepped into the house.

Once she stepped away from the door, you followed her in.

“Tell us what else the police said.”

Rebecca had to fight back tears again, as she responded to Sam, “Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers… they’re already talking about plea bargain.” Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the horror movie scene as she choked on a gasp. “Oh, God….

“Look, Bec, if Zack didn’t do this, it means someone else did,” Sam noted. “Any idea who?”

At first, Rebecca started shaking her head before she seemed to remember something. “Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes. Zack’s clothes. The police, they don’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.”

Something caught Sam’s eyes, prompting him to move further into the house. Dean, however, was distracted by the barking dog outside that hadn’t shut up since you’d arrived.

He stepped up to the door and looked out at the angry dog as Rebecca stopped behind him.

“You know, that used to be the sweetest dog,” she told him.

“What happened?” you and Dean asked at the same time.

She shrugged. “He just changed.”

“Do you remember when he changed?” Dean asked.

Thinking about it for a moment, she shrugged again. “I guess around the time of the murder.”

That’s not good...

Walking away from the door, Dean gave you a single look, and that’s all you needed to know to follow. Right behind him, the two of you headed into the hallway where Sam was looking at a picture of himself, Rebecca and Zack. You didn’t miss the happy look on his face in the picture… which was a complete contrast to the conflicted look on his face right now.

“So, the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed,” Dean told his brother.

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal,” Sam noted.

“Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin’.”

“So can we assume this is our kind of problem now?” you asked.

Dean turned to give you a pointed look. “‘Our’ problem? You don’t have problems, Y/N. If Dad knew you were even in this house, he’d kill Sam and me. Case or no case, you know you don’t get involved.”

“Then why’d you bring me?” you countered.

“We don’t have a motel room, yet.”

“Could’ve left me at Rebecca’s.”

“I’m not leaving you alone and going off with some other chick. How am I supposed to know you’ll be there when we get back?”

“I don’t have to be alone to leave, Dean. I could walk out the door right now and never look back.”

“Would you two quit it?” Sam hissed, looking over your shoulder to make sure Rebecca hadn’t been listening. “We need to figure out if this is something we can help with, and we can’t do that if you two are bickering like children. So shut up.” Pushing past you, he headed back into the front room where Rebecca was waiting. “Bec, you mentioned security footage. Do you think your lawyers could get them for us?”

“I’ve already got it,” she admitted sheepishly. “I didn’t wanna say something in front of the cop.” Dean chuckled lightly at that. “I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

Grinning from ear to ear, clearly loving Rebecca’s boldness, Dean nodded. “All right. Let’s go watch those tapes.

Sam was focused on the television screen as the security footage tapes rolled. You were sitting on the couch, next to Rebecca, doing your best to ignore the way Dean sat on the arm next to her. How he leaned in to her slightly. He was so Alpha, and it was both annoying and distracting.

“Here he comes.” Rebecca gestured to the screen.

You watched as a hood figure stepped into the line of the camera. Sure enough, it was her brother.

“22:04, that’s just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30,” Dean noted.

Rebecca nodded. “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.”

“Hey, Bec,” Sam suddenly spoke up, pausing the tapes to turn to the rest of you, “can we take those beers now?”

“Oh, sure.” Rebecca nodded and stood without missing a beat.

Before she could get fr, however, Sam stopped her. “Hey.” When she turned back to him, he asked, “Maybe some sandwiches, too?”

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” she scoffed before leaving the room.

Dean chuckled. “I wish.”

Not a second passed before you elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Being a douche,” you snapped, pushing off the couch to go stand by Sam. “You saw something.”

He nodded as he rewound the tape. “Check this out.”

As he pressed play, you and Dean watched the screen to see what might’ve caught Sam’s eye. He played it slowly, frame by frame, which allowed you to spot the way Zack’s eyes glowed silver.

“That’s not normal.”

“Or maybe it’s just a camera flare,” Dean argued.

“That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen,” Sam countered. “You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.” He turned away from the screen to look at you and Dean. “Remember that dog that was freakin’ out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack’s, something that looks like him but isn’t him.”

“Like a Doppelganger,” Dean suggested.

You slapped his chest as an idea came to you. “Could be a shifter.”

Glaring down at you, Dean rubbed at his chest. “You’re really violent.”

“You have no idea.”

Munching on a slice of pizza, you were stretched out, laying on your stomach on the bed you were sharing with Dean. He and Sam were at the table, drinking beer and eating as well. They were flicking through their father’s journal and some lore, trying to figure out what the might be dealing with.

Your eyes were on the TV, watching the soap opera rerun without really paying much attention to it. You were more focused on the pizza, to be honest.

Soft talking eventually pulled your gaze from the slice of heaven and glowing screen. Looking over at the brothers, you spotted them glancing over at you here and there.

“We got a problem, boys?” You asked, shifting to sit cross legged on the bed instead.

Looking to Dean, Sam gave Dean a pointed look, raising an eyebrow at him.

Dean sighed, putting his book down before turning to you. “We think you should stay behind tomorrow.”

Your brows furrowed. “Why?”

“This thing is going after girls.”

“Last time I checked, there were billions of girls in the world. Millions in the US. Thousands in this state. Hundreds in this city.” You shrugged. “Pretty sure I’m safe, boys.”

Sam looked from you, to his brother, and then back. Dean didn’t know what to say to make the situation better or to get you to stay. So, Sam decided to give it a go.

“I know you hate being left behind. I get it. And before, I would have argued with Dean, you know I would have. But with this case, I can’t risk worrying about you and everything else at the same time.”

Part of you wanted to question why he’d be worrying about you, but that part was petty and bitchy. Despite the distance between you and Sam, you knew he stilled cared. Perhaps that’s why he kept you at arms length.

“Okay. I’ll stay. But don’t think I’m gonna let you guys keep benching me. You can only keep me locked up for so long.”

Dean nuzzled into your shoulder, causing you to wake with a groan. “What time is it?”

“Five o’clock,” he answered, mouthing at your shoulder.

You groaned again, harder and louder. “In the morning?”

“Sammy woke me up,” he explained just as the shower turned on. “We’ve got some time.”

“Before what? And to do what?”

“Before Sammy gets out of the shower. Before we leave. And to do this…” He pressed himself against you, grinding his hard cock into your ass.

You let out a moan, fingers curling into the sheets as your back arched into him. “Dean.”

“Missed you, ‘mega,” he breathed against the back of your neck as his hand slid down to your panties. “Been too long.” You didn’t stop him as he pulled the cotton to the side, exposing your quickly dampening slit.

He thrust his fingers into your soaked slit, pulling a long whine from your throat.

“Not gonna fuck you. Gonna make you come on these fingers.” He curved them and found your sweet spot. As you started mewling into your pillow, he started bucking his hips against your ass. “Give me a reason to hurry back to you tonight,” he murmured into your hair.

“Dean.” You clawed at the sheets. “Please.”

Picking up the pace, he fucked you harder and faster. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit in just the right way. Before long, you were coming undone, crying into your pillow.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” His fingers worked you through your climax.

When you were done, he pulled his fingers out. You turned your head and watched as he licked them clean, groaning at your taste. It stirred fresh feelings of arousal in your stomach, making your scent grow thicker in the room.

“Keep doing that and I will fuck you… and knot you,” he warned.

Biting your lip, you thrust your hips against the bed, knowing it just made your scent fill the room even more.

“Sweetheart,” he gave a short grunt, leaning in closer to you. “Sammy is gonna walk in here any second. You want him to see me fucking you breathless?”

His words only made you grind into the sheets harder.

Groaning and shaking his head, he leaned in to capture you lips with his own. You could taste yourself on his lips, and you moaned wanting to lick into his mouth to taste more. Dean rolled you over to your back and settled between your thighs so he could grind against your partially covered slit.

Tearing your lips from him, running your hands through his hair to pull him closer, you whined, “Don’t fuck Rebecca.”

He pulled back slightly to meet your gaze as he continued to grin into you.

As he searched your eyes, you added, “I know you want to, I know I said I’d deal, but I can’t. Please. Don’t come home smelling like her.”

Not a second passed before he nodded. “Okay.”

Fisting your hand in your hair, you pulled him down and crashed his lips onto yours as you came once more.

Dean grunted into your mouth, spilling into his briefs as he kept bucking against you. He didn’t even care that he came in his pants, barely touched, like a teenager.

Breathing heavily, he rolled over and landed on the other side of the bed with a satisfied grin and a chuckle. “Wait for it…”

A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened as Sam stepped out. In an instant he was covering his face and groaning, turning away from the two of you.

“Seriously?!”

Dean just laughed harder, jumping out of bed to go take a shower of his own. “Don’t act like she doesn’t smell like warm pie and perfection, Sam. I know what you’re hiding over there.” He gestured to the way his brother was turned the other way. “Why don’t you go take care of that little ‘problem’ of yours?” He winked before disappearing into the bathroom.

Now alone, Sam and you met each other’s gaze awkwardly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could utter a single sound he was dashing off, hurrying out of the room. With a defeated sigh, you dropped your head onto your pillow and prayed you’d be able to get back to sleep.

Bamby

[holylulusworld]

Right kind of wrong – Part 4

Summary: Dean claims Y/N as his. The only problem, she’s John’s chosen Omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!John

Warnings: language, angst, ABO dynamics, comforting, arguments, tension, making out

Right kind of wrong Masterlist

3 days later…

The rumble of Baby and the familiar smell of the leather seats lull you into a light slumber. Slightly snoring you whimper in your sleep.

Sam is watching you worriedly. You still have nightmares since John attacked you.

“She will be alright, Sammy. He won’t harm her again,” Dean says looking in the rear-view mirror to see his father following the Impala in his car.

“Do you think he will try something again?”

“Got no clue, Sam. But I won’t risk leaving her alone with the Alpha.”

“Maybe we should ask Bobby to watch over her while we hunt the demon down.”

“No, Sam. You know we can’t stay away from her for so long. Y/N wouldn’t want this either. We will protect her at any cost. Even if we have to part ways before we kill the demon.”

“You would give up killing the demon for her?” Sam says surprised.

“I would give up everything to be with her. I’m not his soldier any longer. I’m the pack's leader. You can stay with him if you want to but I’ll choose her over dad any time.”

“Me too, Dean.”

Another tiny whimper leaves your lips and Sam can’t take it any longer. Crawling into the backseat, beyond clumsy due to his long legs, Sam sits down next to you. Taking you in his arms he holds you tight.

Surrounded by his strong scent you relax against his body. A low mewl leaves your lips.

“Shhh, …we are both here, Omega. He will never hurt you again. Your Alphas will protect you, Y/N. We love you.”

Smiling Dean watches you and his brother in the rear-view mirror. Soft hands gently stroke your back while you rest your head against Sam’s chest.

“I’m going to stop at the next gas station. Do you need anything Sammy?”

“I guess we should buy some snacks and stuff. Y/N likes that sour stuff.”

“Good. You and Y/N buy stuff and I take care of the car and keep an eye on John.”

“You really don’t trust him?”

“With my life? Anytime. With our Omega? Not in the slightest. I don’t know Sam; there was something in his eyes when I talked with him. Every time I said her name or called her Omega there was a glimmer in his eyes, an angry glimmer Sammy. I think he lied. He wanted her; he didn’t use her to make me the leader.”

“Glimmer?”

“Remember the hunt in Denver? When he had a fight with another Alpha?”

“Yeah. Dad almost killed that guy.”

“Back then he had the same glimmer in his eyes Sam. I can’t trust him. Not with her. She’s our Omega, not his. She’s much too young for him. Hell, she’s even younger than you! How could he expect that she wants him?”

“Dad is an old fashioned Alpha. More instinct, rougher. I guess he thinks every Omega is just a wet pussy to him.”

“Dammit! She ain’t a piece of meat. Y/N has her own personality. She’s strong and beautiful, smart and caring. He’s got no right.” Dean curses.

“He won’t touch her again, even if we have to hurt him.”

Snuggling into Sam’s chest you moan his and Dean’s name. Dean’s heart swells when he hears his name, just like Sam’s.

“We are there. Don’t leave her alone. If she has to go to the toilette, go with her Sammy. Give him no chance to get close to her.”

“Not a chance. I won’t let him get close to her ever again!” Sam states.

“Good.”

Parking the car Dean nods at Sam when he gently wakes you up. Yawning you rub your cheek at Sam’s chest and he sighs.

A shy smile on your face you let Sam help you getting out of the car. As soon as you smell John you start shaking and whimpering.

“He won’t harm you again,” Dean says loud enough for John to hear.

Glaring at his father Dean starts pumping gas into the Impala while Sam wants to buy some snacks for the journey. He can feel the boring looks of the older Alpha on his back. Wrapping one strong arm around you he grits his teeth.

“I’m going to the toilette,” you whisper.

“Then let’s go.”

“I can go alone, Sam.”

“No. I need to protect you, Dean’s order. We won’t let you out of sight as long as John is around. No one will touch you against your will again.”

“Hmmm...” A little giggle leaves your throat when Sam really follows you into the toilette.

“Alright…do you need to pee too?” You ask looking up at the tall hunter.

“No. I’m fine.”

Humming you move your hand over Sam’s chest. Purring for you he tilts his head to kiss his claiming mark. Hands tangling in his hair you enjoy the gentle touch.

Sam and Dean are the complete opposite of John. They would never touch you as he did. Not against your will.

“So beautiful.” Sam whisper and you moan when he moves his hands under your shirt.

Gasping you close your eyes while he pinches your nipples. Catching your lips into a sloppy kiss he presses his body to yours.

Feeling him hardening you whimper into his mouth. Hands tugging at his belt you want to open his pants but Sam stops you.

“We got no time for that. In the next motel Dean and I will take care of your needs, Omega.”

Whining you nod at your Alpha knowing he’s right. You shouldn’t do it in a toilette either way. Distraction isn’t good in your current situation. You can smell John outside…

“Alpha, can I have another kiss?”

Sam’s lips are on yours in an instant to answer your question. Holding you tightly he moans against your soft lips.

John is listening to the noises you make for his youngest son and his eyes darken. This should be him not his son. He’s the much better Alpha knowing what an Omega needs. A strong hand and a dominant Alpha...

Snarling he watches his oldest son with almost glowing eyes… Soon he will show you what you missed out…Dean has to go first…and then Sam…

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[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.4

Series Masterlist

Bamby’s Masterlist

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

Warnings: ABO dynamics. Angst. Fluff. Heat.

Bamby

You were sitting in the back of the Impala, behind Dean. Normally- if it were you, John and Dean in the car- you’d be in the middle, so you could look out the front. But since Sam had joined you and his brother you’d been trying to keep your distance.

Sam was dealing… but not well. The three of you had spent nearly a whole week looking for leads, but Jess’ killer was long gone. That left a hole in the younger Winchester’s chest, and a weight on your shoulders.

With a gasp, Sam suddenly sat up, waking from yet another nightmare.

You flinched, pressing yourself against the door as you watched him. Keeping your distance had resulted in you being extra jumpy… which hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Dean glanced at you through the rear view mirror before turning his attention to his brother. “You okay?”

Turning to look out the window, Sam answered shortly, “Yeah, I'm fine.”

He wasn’t and you all knew it.

Nodding, Dean looked to the road once more. “Another nightmare?” When Sam just cleared his throat, Dean tried something else. “You wanna drive for a while?”

Sam laughed. Hell, you were shocked.

“Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that,” Sam noted.

“Just thought you might want to.” Dean shrugged. “Never mind.”

“Look, man, you're worried about me. Both of you,” Sam added offhandedly without giving you a single glance. “I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.”

“Mm-hm.” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you were sure Dean rolled his eyes.

Moving on, Sam grabbed the map. “All right, where are we?”

“We are just outside of Grand Junction.”

Sighing, Sam shook his head, still looking down at the map. “You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.”

You sunk further down into your seat.

Losing Jess was hard for Sam and you would forever understand that. She was his girlfriend, he loved her, that was rare in the life of someone such as Sam. Winchesters didn’t get a lot of happiness, so to have Jess was like finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Now he was glum and gloomy, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were making it worse.

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-”

“We gotta find Dad first,” Sam noted, finishing his brother’s sentence.

“Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do,” Dean assured him.

John’s absence was digging away at you. The last week had ebbed at your relationship with Dean. While he tried to get close to you, to comfort you the way you needed to be comforted, he also understood that it wasn’t exactly appropriate now that his brother was around. Now that Sam was hurting with his own loss.

So, not only was John gone, but you didn’t have Dean the way you needed either. The Omega in you didn’t know how to process… hence the jumpy behaviour.

“It's weird, man,” Sam started. “These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.”

Dean glanced over at him. “What about it?”

“There's nothing there. It's just woods.” Sam dropped the map, frowning, confused. “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”

You didn’t have an answer, but you prayed John would be able to explain everything as soon as you found him at Blackwater Ridge.

“So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote,” Sam noted as the three of you moved about the ranger station. “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”

“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear.” Dean gestured to a picture of a giant bear hanging on the wall.

Bears didn’t scare you. Not after the crap you’d been through. No, what scared you were the monsters the Winchesters hunted. But it wasn’t the kind of fear that made you want to hide behind them. It was the kind of fear that made you want to fight back.

Your fight or flight instincts weighed heavily on the fight side.

Sam came to stand on Dean’s other side with a sigh. “And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.”

“You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?” a man asked ‘causing you, Dean and Sam to spin around and face him.

It was the Ranger, you know that in an instant.

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,” Sam told him, laughing lightly.

Dean grinned, raising a fist in the air. “Recycle, man.”

“Bull.” The Ranger wasn’t buying what the brothers were selling, apparently. “You're friends with that Haley girl, right?”

Pausing a moment, Dean considered his options before nodding. “Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger…” he faltered a moment, reading the Ranger’s name tag, “Wilkinson.”

“Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” the Ranger asked, and Dean quickly shook his head in response. “You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will,” Dean assured him. As the Ranger started to leave, Dean called out again. “Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?”

The Ranger paused to turn to him again. “That is putting it mildly.”

With the Ranger’s attention caught, Dean stepped forward and went on, “Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.”

As you, Dean and Sam left the Ranger station Dean chuckled, tucking the permit into his jacket pocket.

Sam watching, shaking his head at his brother. “What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?”

You flinched in an instant.

Both brothers noticed your reaction but neither had the time to comment. You were already walking away, heading towards the Impala, sliding in without a word.

John was an asshole for leaving you behind. He should have known that Dean would go get Sam if he was gone for too long. He should have known the pain that would cause you. Add that to the pain of his absence… he was a goddamn asshole.

From where you sat in the car, you could still hear the brothers.

Ignoring you- for now- Dean turned to his brother again. “What do you mean?”

“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad.” Sam started towards the car, Dean right behind him. “I mean, why even talk to this girl?”

“I don't know,” Dean stopped by the driver’s side door, “maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” he noted.

There was a pause that hummed with tension. You could feel it as they both stood outside, looking at each other over the car’s roof. While you couldn’t see their faces you could imagine their shared but different  confusion.

“What?” the younger brother asked.

“Since when are you all ‘shoot first ask questions later’, anyway?”

“Since now,” Sam answered shortly before getting in the car.

“Oh really?” Dean slid into the car, a grin on his lips until he caught your gaze in the rear view mirror.

You looked away, eyes felling to the floor of the car. “Are you taking me to a motel now?”

Part of you hoped he would so you could wallow in bed and cry yourself to sleep. Nights had been hard on you lately. The silence that came with the dark just intensified your longing and loneliness. You could use a nap.

But then there was the other part of you that desperately wanted to cling to the only Alpha you had… even though he wasn’t really your Alpha.

Sam’s earlier comment, about Dean wanting to hook up with the chick… it stung. You hated the idea of him hooking up with other girls. Almost as much as you hated the thought of John doing the same. Dean was the only real constant you’d had. He’d always been there. You didn’t want to lose him to some other girl. Some other Omega.

Been there, done that.

“No,” he answered after a pause, turning the car on. “You shouldn’t be alone right now,” was all he said before all conversation was dropped.

Standing behind Sam and Dean as you neared the Collins’ house, you kept your gaze on the ground. You made sure to keep up and shut up. John had rarely let you join when it came to cases, but he’d drilled the rules into you nonetheless.

You were an Omega, it was odd for someone such as yourself to be a hunter. For one, you could rarely pose as the many disguises the Winchesters used. You’d never heard of an Omega cop let alone an FBI agent. Then there was the fact you were so young.

Most Omegas under the claiming age were either in school, college or living in group homes- for their safety. When they became of age they were allowed out into the world, they owned themselves… until they didn’t. You were of age, barely, so you could still get mistaken for someone younger. Either way, it was weird for you to be out and around Alphas.

John had insisted that if you were to go on hunts you wouldn’t do anything dangerous and you would stay out of the way.

Dean tried to keep you away from victims and their families, because he knew his father would kill him if he found out otherwise. He’d rarely seen you act this timid and… submissive. He didn’t like it.

“Hey.” The older Winchester stepped up to you, cupping your cheek to lift your face until your eyes met his. “He’s not here. You don’t have to act like that.”

“I’m an Omega,” you countered.

Shrugging, Dean stepped closer to you until he could press a chaste kiss to your lips. “You’re not his Omega,” he noted on a breath as he stepped back.

Your fate had not been sealed. You were not John’s, you were not Dean’s. In that moment, standing on the path leading to the Collins’ front door, you were your own person.

Giving him a shy smile, you nodded and let him lead you the rest of the way to the door. Sam stayed silent as he followed, but you felt his eyes on you. There was no time or point in commenting. You doubted he would even acknowledge you.

Lifting his hand, Dean knocked on the door.

A moment or so passed before the door opened, revealing a simple brunette Beta.

“You must be Haley Collins,” Dean started. “I'm Dean, this is Sam and Y/N, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.”

Hesitating a moment, Haley looked to each of you before he gaze fell on Dean again. “Lemme see some ID.”

Without missing a beat, Dean pulled out a fake badge before holding it up against the screen of the door. He waited as she checked it out, trying to figure out if it was legit or not. Eventually she decided it was and opened the door.

“Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Dean smiled as he stepped closer.

Haley had to open the door a little more for the big Alphas, but stopped as she spotted something a little further away. “That yours?”

Dean turned to glance at his car before nodding back at Haley. “Yeah.”

She smiled. “Nice car.”

In that instant, you hated her.

“So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?” Sam asked as he stood by the table across from you and Dean.

Haley walked back into the room, carrying a bowl of salad that she placed on the table in front of her younger brother. “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos. We haven't heard anything in over three days now.”

“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception,” Sam countered.

Haley shook her head. “He's got a satellite phone, too.”

“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?”

“He wouldn't do that,” Ben- Haley’s younger brother- noted a little shortly. It was clear he was worried about his brother just like his sister was.

You stood close to Dean, keeping behind him ever so slightly. You didn’t want to be noticed, you didn’t want them to question the guys because you were an Omega. You just wanted to blend in as much as possible and listen.

“Our parents are gone,” Haley explained as she put more food on the table. “It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Nodding, Haley started towards her laptop.

Sam followed while Dean stayed with you, reaching out to rest a hand on the small of your back. You listened to Haley as she showed Sam the pictures.

“That's Tommy.” She gestured to the screen.

Then you heard the recording of what you assumed was her brother. “Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.”

Something in Sam’s gaze caught your attention. As you watched him you couldn’t help but notice a short and quick frown that crossed his features as if he noticed something. But you didn’t comment, not when no one else seemed to see it.

“Well, we'll find your brother,” Dean assured her. “We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing.”

“Then maybe I'll see you there.” Haley turned her attention to him. “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.”

“I think I know how you feel.”

You looked up at the way Dean was watching her and found your heart breaking a little. As you dropped your gaze to the floor Sam spoke.

“Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?” He gestured to the computer.

Haley nodded. “Sure.”

Sitting at a table in a bar, you rolled the bottom of your beer around in circles as Sam and Dean talked about the case. You weren’t listening though. It was only a matter of time before they found a motel for the night and then left you there while they went out hunting.

Part of you still wanted that time alone so you could sulk, but you knew it wasn’t what you needed.

“Hey.” Dean nudged you with his elbow, making you look up at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you squeaked, lying through your teeth.

Looking between the two of you, Sam sighed, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He stood and left without another word.

The moment you two were alone Dean grabbed your chair and pulled it closer until your arm was brushing against his. He leaned in to rest his chin on you shoulder and press a pouty kiss to your cheek.

“Talk to me.”

You chuckled lightly, “Dean Winchester wants to talk about feelings.” You turned your head to him ever so slightly, “I thought you don’t do chick flick moments.”

“Do anything for you,” he countered.

Heart jumping in your chest, you couldn’t help but look at him wide eyed. He didn’t comment on your look or say anything else, but instead leaned in to catch your lips with his own, which only added fuel to your surprise.

When he pulled back he caught your gaze. “I worry about you. When Sam left you were a mess.” You lowered your gaze as the memories from that time came to you. “Now with Dad… and Sam being back… and I know I haven’t been able to help you-”

“Stop.” Reaching over, you pressed a finger to his lips to shut him up. “Don’t, okay? You’re just gonna make me feel worse.”

As your finger lowered from his lips Sam returned, sliding into his chair. You turned back to your bottle, rolling it around again. The brothers watched you for a second or so before giving up. You didn’t listen to their conversation, just focused on your bottle.

You’d insisted Sam and Dean leave you at the motel room while they went to talk to a witness from the last attacks. They had been gone for almost two hours when you felt a slight pang, and in an instant you knew what was happening. Your heat was coming.

There’s no way Dean is going to leave me here like this. He won’t go hunting if I’m in heat, you thought to yourself.

Dean was always adamant about staying close during your heats. You got them regularly, and bad. Every couple of months you were left in agonizing pain if you weren’t given what you needed. John was hardly around, Sam had left, Dean was willing to drop the world at your feet if he thought it would help.

But nothing would help. Not when you felt this lost and empty. He could only do so much, and with Sam around he could do even less. This was going to be a heat you were just going to have to grit through.

“Finding Dad's not enough?” The trunk of the Impala outside slammed. You jumped at you listened, hearing Sam’s voice. “Now we gotta babysit too?”

Fresh tears stung your eyes as you sat on the bed, legs pulled up to your chest. Your emotions, thoughts and memories had you sniffling on and off since the brothers had left you, but hearing Sam no made it all surface again. He didn’t want you here. According to him, you were dragging them down.

“What?” Sam asked.

There was a pause before Dean answered, “Nothing.”

A few short moments later you heard the key slide into the lock before the motel room door opened. Dean took one step inside, followed by his brother, before they froze. Eyes set on you, they could tell you’d been crying in an instant.

“I’m fine,” you lied, but there was no point.

Dean dumped the duffle bag he was carrying onto the floor and walked over to you. The concern in his eyes just made your heart clench.

He pulled you to him, cradling your head to his chest as you began to sob into his shirt. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re gonna find Dad and we’re gonna bring him back.”

Sam cautiously moved to the other bed, dumping his bag down. He watched you and his brother, a look of curiosity and slight concern in his eyes.

You just turned away from him, not wanting him to see you like this. You hated being vulnerable. You hated looking like a needy Omega.

“Tomorrow Sam and me are going out to find Dad and we’ll bring him back, okay?” Dean pulled back and lifted your face so you’d look at him. “I’m gonna take care of you, ‘Mega. I’ll do whatever it takes,” he promised.

Allowing a soft smile to creep onto your lips, you leaned in to give him a gentle kiss before curling up against his side again. Exhaustion won out soon enough, and before you knew it you were asleep.

“We’ll be back before dark,” Dean assured you as he packed some stuff for the hike.

You sat on the bed the two of you had shared last night, legs crossed in front of you as your fingers fiddled with the flannel you’d stolen from him.

In the middle of the night you’d woken and dragged Dean under the sheets of the bed. He let you cling to him like a koala. Words of comfort were murmured between gentle caresses and soft kisses. Nothing more happened considering Sam was in the next bed, but Dean made sure to give you what he knew you needed.

No one knew you the way Dean did.

“If shit hits the fan and you can’t reach us, call Bobby.”

Bobby Singer. He was like a father to you and the boys.

When John hadn’t been around you and Sam had been dumped at Bobby’s house more often than you’d liked at first. The Beta smelt like too much alcohol and stale books. He was grumpy and stubborn. He’d scared you, and being away from John and Dean had made it worse. But the old man had noticed your discomfort and acted accordingly.

Bobby treated you the way John probably should have. He would drop everything for you… and would kill the Winchesters if he found out your entire past with them.

Thinking of Bobby reminded you of the times you’d spent at his place with Sam. How the two of you would sit on the hood of cars on the yard and look up at the sky until clouds turned into stars. You’d had a crush on Sam long before anything had happened between the two of you.

“He doesn’t want me here, does he?”

“Hm?” Dean looked up from his bag to turn to you. “Who?”

“Sam.”

He looked to the closed bathroom door. Sam was currently showering, which left the two of you alone. “You know it’s not that simple,” he noted as his eyes fell back on you.

“It really is, Dean.”

Sighing, abandoning his things, he walked over to crouch in front of you and grab your hands. “Sammy just lost the girl he loves, and now he’s with the girl he used to love.”

“He didn’t love me,” you argued, ignoring the sting that came with his past tense comment.

He just chuckled lightly, watching his fingers as they played with yours. “Yeah, he did.”

“Then why’d he leave?”

“Because… it’s complicated.” He looked up to meet your gaze then. “I know you think he despises you, and I know you think you’re getting in the way, but stop. Sam cares about you, I see it. And you could never get in the way. I wouldn’t drag you around everywhere if I thought you’d slow us down.”

“You drag me around because I’m an Omega.”

He frowned then, looking a little offended. “You think I’m in this just for the sex? We both know I get that from other girls, too.” You flinched at the reminder that Dean wasn’t solely yours. “But you’re the person I come back to. You’re the one I care about.”

Despite your mood, you couldn’t help but smile. “I care about you, too.”

“Good.” Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Now cheer up. Sammy’s fine. Give him a couple more weeks.”

“Okay.” You gave a short nod, dropping your gaze back to your hands as he moved to continue to pack.

In no time at all, Sam walked in, dressed and ready for the hike. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he moved to grab his own thing which had been packed earlier. Sam had always been a morning person, and it seemed college life had only encouraged that nonsense. You preferred to sleep in… especially with Dean.

But your thoughts were far from those memories as you watched the younger brother. You were, instead, questioning whether or not Dean was right. Had Sam actually loved you once? If he did, then why did he leave? Why did he turn his back on his life, his family and on you?

“Okay, we’re going,” Dean announced, drawing your attention to him. Your head whipped around until you were watching as he headed towards you. “There is food in the fridge, please don’t leave unless you absolutely have to. Call Bobby if you have an emergency. And please, whatever you do-”

“Don’t answer the door to any strangers.” You gave a short nod. “I know the deal, Dean. It’s not my first rodeo.”

He chuckled. “I know, sweetheart.” Leaning in, he captured your lips in a soft kiss that lasted a little longer than you were expecting. “Be safe.”

“You too,” you breathed.

Then he was pulling back and walking out the door, Sam right behind him. But before the door closed Sam stopped and turned to you. Your eyes met and while no words were shared you could tell her was worried about you.

All you could offer was a reassuring smile. That’s all he seemed to need before he was leaving you alone, locking the door behind him.

Three hours later your heat hit…

Bamby